Post by Natalia on Sept 11, 2009 17:11:18 GMT -5
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FULL NAME: Natalia Bex von Claret
PET NAMES: Bex to those she's close to
AGE: 23
BIRTH DATE: 08-31-85
BIRTH PLACE: Sericite District
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
MARITAL STATUS: Widowed
OCCUPATION: Overseer for the Empress
FEALTY: For
OUT OF CHARACTER: Sarah
WAYS OF CONTACT: YIM: demodrella
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HISTORY: The privledged life is all Natalia has ever known. Sure, she'd made herself familiar with the ins and outs that made up the land of Elysium but the Sericite District was where she lay her head at night. It'd been like that since her parents hayday. The couple resided in the Empress' court for the majority of their career and had only recently passed away, leaving Ms. von Claret as their one and only beneficiary. Among hefty possessions that assured Bex wouldn't have to work a day in her life for quite some time, they also left to her a stunning bit of acreage among the Upper Class residences.[/blockquote]
Despite the fact that Natalia doesn't -have- to work, she finds the homemaker life utterly useless and spends her time out and about, overseeing the people and their actions, her own way of repaying Empress Camille for the generosity she'd shown her family for all those years. The woman is loyal to her State, despite countless rumors of the rebellion that appears to be surfacing. It's all she's known and it's served her well. It's only right she return the favor, by any means necessary.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
She stood outside the shop, weight shifting foot to foot as she worked on chewing her lip raw. It took a minute or ten of convincing but she finally crossed the threshold, into Crosswell's Barking Irons, her head hanging. Any other day and Bex would've strolled right along, anxious to see what new toy Oren had come up with that week. Alas, today, the woman's agenda was a bit more sinister.
Stephen Delacouix had swept the petite off her feet about six months prior to this day, you see. Literally. Natalia had been wandering about Thalasa's Halite District, she couldn't have been more than 17. It really did seem so long ago. Floundering among the masses as she stumbled through the port it wasn't long before she found herself in the middle of a brawl between a group of drunken sailors that'd been thrown out of their local pub. Flung to the ground by a rogue punch, the woman fell, delerious.
It didn't take long for von Claret to find her footing, marching her stubborn self right into the center of the scrimmage, demanding to know the owner of the flying fist, for surely as soon as they were found out, they would suffer severe punishment. Ranting and raving as was her spoiled way, she caught the attention of a local, Stephen Delacouix, who promptly called her out on her snobbish ways, suggesting less than politely, that she take her scrawny ass back to where she came from if she couldn't hack the district.
The long and short of things: Natalia had finally discovered someone who didn't automatically bend to her will just because of where she came from. It caught her ridiculously off guard and she didn't even notice, as the night wore on, how smitten they'd become with eachother. Young and blissfully ignorant, the couple eloped, Natalia giving little to NO thought that this was simply impossible. It couldn't happen. Surely she'd be disowned, if not worse by her parents and perhaps the Empress herself. You don't sleep with the enemy.
She recounted the events that brought her to Crosswells on this day. Her parents had reacted quite the way she imagined, bringing the girl back to reality and to her senses. All was said and needed to be done, Bex had volunteered to run the crucial errand, visiting her favorite place of weaponry. She tossed the hefty bagful of coin in Crosswell's direction, his nod a que for her to pick her poison. Tucking the piece deep into her chosen corset, she set off for the newlyweds quarters.
He'd been waiting for her, as he had every other night, sprawled out on the bed they had once shared. It took no effort for her Sericite reserve to kick in, making the job quick and painless; she straddled him, fingers grasping at the hunk of metal in the safety of her bust. A bittersweet kiss to his forehead as she retrieved it, counting down silently to herself. 3...2..."I did love you" she whispered, lips trembling against his ear...1
