Post by Rhiannon Burvelle on Nov 3, 2009 4:57:45 GMT -5
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FULL NAME: Rhiannon Burvelle
PET NAMES: Rhia
AGE: 24
BIRTH DATE: October 25
BIRTH PLACE: Soleil Hill, at the her family's estate
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
MARITAL STATUS: Single
OCCUPATION: Trader and Grande Dame of the Burvelle Estate
FEALTY: For the State
OUT OF CHARACTER: Blair
WAYS OF CONTACT: dancerinthedark666@yahoo.com
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HISTORY: So..Rhia was raised to be completely independent of childish mannerisms, enforcing her desire to learn more about the industry that her dearly departed parents left her. Though she remained to be kind and thoughtful to those around her, the memory of her mother and father's deaths always seemed to harden her to make the proper choices in which they knew she could manage.[/blockquote]
A smoker by choice, Rhia found herself to be a connoisseur of tobacco. Finding the trade circuit for such a crop booming for business, she put stock into the agricultural by product in companionship with the stocks her parents had invested years before. During business ventures she would smoke hand rolled cigarettes of the brands she found the most money in, but when in the confines of her own home...the home her parents built...she would take up a hose and smoke tobaccos of different countries. A contraption she'd built during her teen years consisted of a metallic tube dipped in water that smoke would be drawn from through a long hose. The tobacco of course burned at the top of the metal tube within a clay bowl that was topped off by a thin foil. The only heat were the coals on the top of the foil, never to touch or burn the tobacco beneath. This was her pleasure in the evening. One that mostly only those within the home and personal friends knew about.
Keeping with the ongoing pattern here, little Rhia was a learned technician and inventor. Many times in her youth she would create an abstract machine that on most occasions had no purpose at all. Though some projects seemed trivial, many others went on to win awards and earned the girl top of her class in mechanics. Rhiannon was never afraid to work with her hands despite her family's position in Elysia. From her father's point of view this made Rhia more of a woman. One that could out work any man and still make her mother proud in delicacy. Even now she works on a project, a secret project, in which none within the household had any idea.
Rhiannon Burvelle was a straight arrow...when she wanted to be. Growing up the way she had, the way any child in her circumstances had, had given the girl a double personality twist. She was by no means sporadic with the change in behavior as say a person with multiple personalities, but instead Rhia had learned to control her state of mind. Cultivating a healthy atmosphere for herself in her own home, she'd been able to establish a stability of the changes. For one moment she'd be in a business meeting with traders, making exchanges and settling arguments, she was respectable, and only once that was finished would she release her other mind, giving into indulgences. Many times this had gotten her into trouble before having gotten such a firm grip on the displays. Even then, once she'd turned her mind over to temptation, she was able to keep a strong will power. Rhia was a creature of gluttony and hypocrisy. She hated herself for it. Her one vice that continued to bite her in the ass.
That too...she had one hell of a potty mouth. Living by the sea, her father had taken her down to the docks a few times before his death to work out trade deals with the incoming sailors. To say the least, their affect on the little girl grew extensively worse the older she got. Rhiannon was a by the books Lady, but when the moment called for it that tongue of hers tended to slip up. Many thought Rhiannon to be quite eccentric.
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"Damn!"
"You know it's not very lady like to curse that way, Miss Rhia." The quaint voice of the hand maiden broke into the storm of noise coming from her Lady's workshop.
"I know, I know, Tilly." The door opened in a gush as the ravenesque girl stepped out. One hand was being held by the other as a small steady stream of crimson fluid drained from a cut on her finger. It seemed it was going to match a multitude of other scars running along her fingers. "I'm a bloody genius but I can't cure clumsiness."
"Miss Rhia!" Tilly ran to her mistress' side and took up the woman's hand. Within moments ointment and a bandage had taken residence upon that marred appendage. "You cannot cure something so natural, miss."
"And you shouldn't talk so care free with your Lady." A man's voice boomed from down the hallway. Phillip the groundskeeper, cold and so far by the book most of the house thought he slept with a book of rules clutched to his heart. "Go get Miss Rhiannon's dinner service ready. And change out of that old bonnet!" By then the hand maiden had already disappeared around the corner of the hall. Everyone knew Phillips bark was worse then his bite. "My Lady, dinner shall be served soon."
"Thank you Phillip. I shall be down shortly. I just have a few more touches to a project I must finish." Already she was returning to her workshop, a nail file in one hand and a hammer in the other.
The groundskeeper simply nodded and turned to make his leave. A plate would have to be made and saved for her in the kitchen that would most assuredly be consumed during the night. Everyone knew that once the Lady of the house got a project in her mind there was no pulling her away save for a business transaction or a guest was stopping by. More so lately since the rumors and incidents from the Rebels had begun to circulate with a ferocity at the docks. Many in the house wondered if it were due to reports of Miss Rhia's brother being sited at such incidents, but none could ever be sure.