Empress Camille.

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: Camille Ipres PET NAMES: Empress, Her Highness, Your Highness, My Lady. AGE: Twenty Seven. BIRTH DATE: January 22. BIRTH PLACE: The Industrial City of Idola. GENDER: Female. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight. MARITAL STATUS: Single. OCCUPATION: Empress of Elysia. FEALTY: State. OUT OF CHARACTER: Marissa WAYS OF CONTACT: jacgalway (YIM), Saikeria (AIM) EMAIL: [e-mail]

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HISTORY:
Young Camille was raised within the Nepheline district within the City of Idola, even from a young age she displayed great aptitude within her classes, the young girl was studious, and bright, sweet and everything a parent could ever want their children to grow up as.

Her family was directly related to the royal family, and because of this little Camille never wanted for anything. She became spoiled within the later years of her life; never afraid to ask for anything she made need or want. A princess in all senses of the word.

It wasn’t until her teens, however, that Camille began to develop a most unexpected talent; magick. Sure, it wasn’t completely uncommon for those of noble descent to display such talents, despite such becoming increasingly rare as the years wore on. But Camille was different, her level of control, and height of inlaid knowledge was remarkable for a youth who was but self-taught, and even more-so considering it’d been some time since the royal line has produced an heir with such power.

Needless to say, this information didn’t take long to travel the short distance between Idola, and Elysium. Camille was whisked away from school, and from her home, and family.

Camille had only spent a short amount of time within the palace of Elysium before things seemed to take a turn for the worst, there was an attack on the palace. Many lives had been lost, Camille, however, had been stuffed within the confines of a dumbwaiter throughout the altercation. The news of the attack hadn’t been kept from Camille from long, how could It be? And it was in such a manner that Camille had come to power.

She was young, too young to rule a empire, and as such the standing council loomed over, observing every decision she’d made, and reworking next to all commands the little empress had made. Camille’s visions for a fair government were forcibly twisted so the government may profit whilst lower class families suffered. It’s in this manner that she was taught her trade, still young and all too impressionable Camille was eager to learn all the older councilmen had to teach her.

So began the downfall of an empire...

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Saikeria reached for it. The memories of her wedding day.

Dark eyes fluttered closed and her face tipped so she may peer upon the babe within her soft arms. Da Xia. She was not Julian’s, or Saikeria’s.

No, she was. This was their child. She, and Julian had put almost all they had into the raising of this small child since she came into their life. Uninvited. She couldn’t have said no, even if this babe was upsetting news.

Missus Moore lifts her gaze from the child’s twitching lashes, and heart shaped lips. She looked nothing like either of them. Her, or Julian. Her almond shaped eyes, though dark were not Saikeria’s own, and raven locks, though fine as Julian’s were not his, either.

Saikeria lifts a small hand to smooth fingertips upon these soft features. The pad of her index finger smoothing lightly over the babe’s lower lip, only to be met with a sleepy sort of bubble. Soft and content.

Julian had been sired beneath Josephine once more. It meant nothing, as far as she was concerned. Julian, and Da Xia, were both Saikeria’s to care for, regardless of Josephine’s presence.

She’d had no “Proper” wedding.

And despite this fact, Missus Moore had more than a few memories of that date.

She recalled the soft grey silk of her sun dress, the way it caught upon Julian’s fingertips as he admired it with a soft smooth over her delicate hips. She remembered likewise Julian’s suit, and the soft tangle of his bowtie. She’d straightened it before bothering with soothing her own fingertips to the lapels of his blazer. He looked more than wonderful.

Pretty, she’d said, if memory served her right. An impish sort of smile was presented to her then-fiancé, despite the nervousness churning within the pit of her stomach.

They hurried from within their home, before either of their beloved pets could mewl out their discontent. Oliver and Basyll were never too keen on being left alone.

Saikeria remembered the ride there. The professions of nervousness, and the soft teasing Julian’s voice held in his attempts to calm her. His joke of cleaning the car. Which in all truth was a possibility! Perhaps it was Julian’s way of calming himself.

This was their secret. Their elopement.

Her seat-belt had been almost stifling.

She’d reminded him that no words should be exchanged within the halls. And none were.

She’d smiled when the papers were signed, and leaned in to brush her mouth over Julian’s own before soon enough she was tugging her now-husband out of those doors, and back towards her car. More than pleased with the recent events, despite the circumstances which they occurred under.

Saikeria dips her face so her mouth may brush atop Da Xia’s sleepy head. Lips tickled by the babe’s soft hair. Missus Moore offered a smile, and a crinkle to her nose as knuckles swept to her lips, dispelling the phantom tickles which still lingered.

They’d been kept to themselves for a while now, and Finally Saikeria was becoming content with this. It was fine. Great even. Missus Moore was impossibly content with her current surroundings.

Julian and Saikeria’s home on the edge of town, not to mention their wide array of pets. A squealing babe, and another on the way.

Saikeria’s small hands smoothed from the top of Da Xia’s head to the soft round of her belly before lifting once more to cup upon the child’s backside so she may lay her down within the confines of her crib.

“Hey, Nat,” Saikeria half coos down at the mewling calico kitten. She stoops to pluck him up. Fingertips rubbing beneath the young cat’s jaw to coax a contented rumble from the back of his throat, “Let’s go to sleep,” she murmurs softly, smoothing soft fingertips along the curve of the kitten’s spine.

Saikeria use to want to be some famous artist. Or a dancer, now she was more than happy to be a mother, and a wife.

Some people are born to sit by the river,
Some get struck by lightening,
Some have an ear for music,
Some are artists,
Some swim,
Some know buttons,
Some know Shakespeare,
Some are mothers,
And some people…dance.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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