Post by Althea on Sept 12, 2009 22:43:11 GMT -5
W E L C O M E T O E L Y S I U M
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CHARACTER APPEARANCE
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FULL NAME: Althea Annabelle Courcel.
PET NAMES: Ali, Belle.
AGE: Twenty-Four.
BIRTH DATE: January 1.
BIRTH PLACE: Thalasa; Halite District.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight.
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
OCCUPATION: Sioux Chef.
FEALTY: State.
OUT OF CHARACTER: Marissa.
WAYS OF CONTACT: jacgalway
EMAIL: I don‘t like email.
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Born into a middle-class family, Althea was raised up by her father, and her father alone; her mother having passed at a young age, and Althea had been forced to take up the motherly role, and learn how to cook, clean, and do the laundry even as a young sprite.
She’d never attended any sort of formal school, culinary or otherwise, but it seems that Althea had taken a liking to the world of cooking, it wasn’t long before she got her first, low waged job at a local pub, serving up the most simplistic of bar-food. Slowly the young woman worked up the metaphorical food chain, and into higher end restaurants located within Diaspore.
Soon enough Miss Courcel had discovered an opening within the palace of Elysium, it was a well-sought after position, and a hard one to earn, many auditions were held before finally a small handful of chefs were chosen for the available positions directly on the line.
It’s here she finds herself to this day, in some sort of limbo, neither highly regarded, nor necessarily comfortable within the district she’d once called home.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
Soft palms grind upon one another almost roughly as she rights herself from her stoop. This would be a big day for April, or so she thought. It wasn’t exactly the first day her new shop would be open, but she hoped it would be the first of many days it would actually be noticed. Why now? Well, for one she’d spent most of her prep time potting flowers to settle upon the sidewalk just before her doorway. This was, after all, a flower shop, and as such your wares should be appropriately showcased, no?
Her dirty palms settle to the swell of her hips as she surveys her work with a lift to blonde brows. All looked well, and good, at least in her opinion it did, and that was really the only opinion that mattered at the moment, actually it was the only opinion she had right now! Soon enough she’s lifting a small hand to brush dirty fingertips through her hair, and across her brow to draw dirt and grime upon her sweat-slick skin.
After those short moments of rest April finds herself stooping once more, this time bending at the waist so she may sidle those almost ridiculously large flower pots across the tile floor of her shop. The small girl grunts outwards to tug the pot onwards, those pretty eyes of hers pinching shut tightly as she drags such onwards if only a slight further. There’s a resounding pop of her back, followed by a sharp squeak, and a small hand falling upon the small of her back. Perhaps she should have put together such a large display outdoors instead of within the well-cooled confines of her shop.
Either way it’s too late now, and April is drawing herself back upwards long enough to wring at her hair. The tiny girl steps about those large terra cotta pots, only to issue another good shove at that heavy fixture. She’s met with resistance, though a considerable amount less than she’d met through her pulling technique. And still, it wasn’t good enough. She’d still had some ways to go, not to mention the fact that she had a door jamb to content with, and there was no possible way she’d be able to hike such a fixture up and over, and onto the sidewalk after it.
Maybe she should have hired a number of staff members before opening shop.
Not that she could afford such.
