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Chauncy, Isabel
Topic Started: Mar 21 2010, 01:29 PM (228 Views)
Isabel Chauncey
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ISABEL CHAUNCEY

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* Promise me you'll leave the light on, to help me see with daylight, my guide, gone. 'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say I won't write you a love song..

HEY THERE. THE NAME IS ELLIE, AND I AM TWENTY-SOMETHING.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT TOO MANY YEARS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE NONE SO FAR. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF?
THE CODE WORD IS PUMPERNICKEL
WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: SHADES OF HAPPY (AIM), SHADESOFHAPPY@HOTMAIL.COM (MSN)

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  • - - - - FULL NAME, Isabel Frances Chauncey
    - - - - TITLE, None--yet
    - - - - GENDER, Female
    - - - - SEXUALITY, Straight
    - - - - AGE, Eighteen
    - - - - PLACE AT COURT, Lady in waiting to Princess Mary
    - - - - PB (PLAY-BY), Alexis Bledel
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  • - - - - LOVES, Books, history, poetry, being outdoors, her older brother, her family's country home, the smell of night air, knowing secrets, feeling in control, music, dancing, new gowns
    - - - - LOATHES, Not getting her way, having to hide her education, feeling helpless, walking in the streets of London, public executions, sporting events of any kind, messiness, rain, liars, herself (when she's done something stupid out of fear)
    - - - - STRENGHTS, Clever, good-natured, well-educated, honest, curious
    - - - - WEAKNESSES, Naivete, curiosity (sometimes, it's a problem), fear holds her back, inexperience (at court and with men), confidence
    - - - - DREAMS, As ridiculous as it is, Isabel dreams of marrying someone of her own choice, who she knows will accept her curious nature.
    - - - - FEARS, Isabel fears the sense of independence that has been growing in her, especially now that she is at court and away from her mother. She's afraid she'll be labelled unwomanly and unbecoming and shame her family, which is the last thing she wants. She just wants to read is all, but even that is something dangerous if approached in the wrong way.
    - - - - OVERALL PERSONALITY, Isabel has always been a bit of an oddity; she's unconventional, for a woman, though she doesn't mean to be. She's fascinated by everything--and I do mean everything, from the most trivial court gossip to the detailed battle histories her brother studied in his childhood lessons. She's literate, which is strange enough for a woman of her status, but she also strives to learn anything else she can, especially the arts a woman is supposed to know--dancing, singing, those types of things. Though flirtation is something her mother never taught her and that she never encountered until she came to court; she has absolutely no experience with men, and she can't seem to master the butterflies in her stomach when a handsome man approaches her to be able to do anything but bob a curtsy.

    Maybe because of her innocence, people tend to see Isabel as someone they can confide in. She has always been her brother John's confidante, and, until she came to court, he was her only (and closest) friend. Isabel is an honest, forthright young woman, though as she learns more and more about the complex intimacies at court, she's beginning to see how the information people tell her could be of use to her and her family, though she has yet to make a move, to become a real player in the game. She's terrified that she'll disgrace her family, who she loves, and her fears tend to freeze her in place. A normally eloquent girl, Isabel can become a stuttering fool in the face of nervousness or fear, and so she considers everything she does carefully.

    The court life does appeal to her, however. For a simple girl from the country, the new gowns and the dancing and the flirtation looks like a glittering party that will never end. She's been exposed to very little of the darkness that comes along with the excess, though John warns her and tries to protect her. She's been feeling much more independent since she's been at court, since she's realized that there are ways women can have power over men. She's eager to learn these sorts of arts, eager to be a worldly woman of the court, to make sure her education doesn't get in the way of her family's future--though she does still love to steal away an hour to read, if she can do so without being caught. She takes pleasure the in simple, familiar things, when she can.
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  • - - - - FAMILY MEMBERS, Sir Richard Chauncey, father; Lady Elizabeth Chauncey, mother; John Chauncey, older brother (23)
    - - - - OVERALL HISTORY, Isabel Frances Chauncey was born the fourth child to Richard Chauncey, the heir to a small fortune left him by his shipping merchant father, and his wife, Elizabeth. Though there had been two children in between Isabel and her elder brother John, the babies had not survived, and there was little hope that Isabel would survive her first months of life--she was born small and rather weak. And she was a girl, which was always a disappointment. However, Isabel proved early on that she was a fighter; she clung to the life her parents had given her, and she grew into a healthy child, though she always seemed to have a rather delicate air about her.

    Because her family was only newly wealthy, Isabel and John did not grow up at court, but rather in the countryside, a day's ride from the city so that their father was never far from the business he had inherited. Unlike the children of established nobles, John and Isabel were raised at home. John had a private tutor, and Isabel, curious thing that she was, often sat with him. Elizabeth indulged her daughter's whims about education; she was but a child, and some book learning couldn't do her too much harm, especially if their family's star continued to rise. As such, Elizabeth took care to teach her only daughter court manners, should the girl ever need to use them. Isabel took to both forms of education easily, though she vastly preferred John's lessons to hers; though the young girl knew her place in the world and seemed resigned to her duties as a woman, she couldn't help but be fascinated by the world in which men were allowed to dabble and she was not. While Elizabeth saw no harm in this avid curiosity in her daughter, she took care to hide Isabel's earnest interest in education from her husband; it never did any good to get men riled up about girls learning things they thought were inappropriate.

    When Isabel was thirteen and John eighteen, their father made a sizeable donation to the king's treasury to help pay for the dedication of a new ship, and in return, Richard became Sir Richard and his wife Lady Elizabeth. With a new title and the favor of the king, Richard was able to arrange for John to go on a tour of Europe with several boys his age, sons of similarly titled noblemen. Isabel hated the idea that John was allowed to see the world and she was not, and she resented that he would come back knowing a thousand things she didn't know, but mostly, she was sad to see him go--they were close and of similar minds, and they were each other's closest confidantes.

    So John left, and Isabel stayed behind, deprived for a year of sitting in on his lessons, though now, learning to read and write hardly seemed appropriate anymore; her father was beginning to think of greater things for her than marrying the son of a fellow merchant. Richard worked tirelessly to make sure that he stayed on the king's good side, and when John returned from his year of travel, Richard found him a place in the king's household at court. Isabel was devastated to have her brother back only to see him go again, but it wasn't long before her father decided it was best they find a suitable house in London, so that they could be ever closer to the court should the king ever beckon. A year later, they moved into the city, and Richard began his next project: finding a suitable husband for his only daughter. By this time, Isabel had grown into a lovely young woman, and under her mother's tutelage, she'd learned to be both obedient and elegant. Though she knew it was her lot in life, the idea of marrying and leaving her family frightened Isabel; she had been lucky, to be born to kind people who had in turn taught her to be kind, but in the political game her father was playing, there was no guarantee that her own husband would be anything but rich and powerful.

    She was right, in that; her father was ambitious, wealthy, newly titled, and favored by the king, and he had but one daughter, which meant a handsome dowry. Isabel was quickly engaged to the son of an earl, with plans that they would wed the next summer. She met her betrothed only once; he was six years her senior and looked constantly as though he had smelled something rancid. Though she was plagued by her fears, she sat with her mother all that winter and worked on her trousseau, sewing dutifully, as though nothing would please her more than to marry a blonde, pigheaded young man. Rather luckily for Isabel--though unlucky for her betrothed--the sweating sickness came to London early that summer, before their wedding, and while she and her family escaped to their country home, her betrothed had no such opportunity and perished in the first wave of the sickness.

    Isabel was relieved, though she put on her mourning clothes all the same and prayed for his soul three times a day. She was sixteen, and though she had been raised to understand her place in the world, something in her rebelled; she had an insatiable curiosity for all things that would not be stifled by marriage and children. She stayed with her mother at their country home, cocooned in her false mourning, happy to hide away and indulge in herself in reading the books John had left behind while her father and brother handled things at court.

    After a somewhat extended mourning period, Isabel was called by her father back to the city, to begin the husband hunt anew, and she went with trepidation. This time, however, Richard brought his only daughter to court at Christmas to show her off; it was the first time Isabel had ever been to court, and she was utterly overwhelmed by the excess and the merriment. It was both intimidating and intoxicating at the same time. Soon after, Richard came home to announce he had found Isabel a place as lady in waiting to Princess Mary, and Isabel, who was relieved only to hear that it wasn't another betrothal, was only too glad to go. As a country girl, primarily, the spectacle of the court is somewhat unsettling to her, but she finds it fascinating nonetheless. The complexity and the secrecy is foreign to her, but it draws her in. She is still in the process of learning to play this rather daring game, a game where, for the first time, she has found that a woman can have the upper hand, even if she is inappropriately educated.
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  • - - - - ROLEPLAY SAMPLE, This is a sample from another site I'm on, Veins of Glass, a post-DH Potter RPG.

    Elijah made his way down from the tower where the Gryffindor common room was located, glad to be done with classes for the afternoon--he had lucked into two free periods back to back, so while the rest of his housemates were toiling away in the classroom, Eli was off to the third floor, to a less conventional room for learning. The trophy room was one of the few places he knew he wouldn't have to deal with a thousand interruptions, especially at this time of the day. At night, there were always people in there doing detentions by polishing plaques--he knew, he'd spent many an evening in there with a rag and a can of silver polish himself. But for this afternoon's purpose, the room's relative solitude and inconspicuous location would be perfect.

    Because much as he hated to admit it, Elijah had been intrigued by Angelavine Hazel's little fireball show in the bathroom the other day. This particular Hazel knew things Eli had never known he needed to know--he'd thought dark magic was all about killing and destruction, but she'd put a slightly different idea in his head. He knew there were wizards in the world who liked torture and all that--creating the most painful spells out of the simplest. Elijah was confident he wasn't one of these wizards. However, he was fascinated with the idea that simple spells could be transformed into something completely different with pure intention--and there were other uses for that besides torture. But to explore those further, he needed someone who was more familiar with the concept than he was. A Hazel, in other words. And since Eli didn't think he could stand learning one single thing more from her older brother, he'd dropped Angel a note on the way out of their Potions class that morning.

    Turning the corner, Eli pushed open the door to the trophy room and glanced around--empty. Well, except for the myriad trophies. He wondered vaguely if Angel would actually show up--he was unsure how far the truce they'd made in the bathroom extended, especially since he wasn't exactly feeling the friendliest towards her older brother. Elijah wasn't sure exactly how he was supposed to be feeling towards Angel, either; certainly, she didn't irk him as much as the older Hazel. They both had that irritating way of staying calm and smug and somehow managing to be right all the time--but it seemed to help that Angel was right about things that were less...sensitive in nature. Either way, Eli still felt a little guilty meeting her like this--whatever else Sierra was to him, she was still his best friend, and as far as he knew, Angelavine Hazel was still at the top of her list of enemies. The whole situation made him feel as though he ought to be tiptoeing around everyone, and he wasn't quite used to it. The whole thing, alliances, friendships, all that...it was nice to have people he could count on, he had to admit, but it made him feel like he was standing on a thinly frozen lake, like everything could break apart in half a second and he'd have no idea how to recover.

    Elijah shook his head to stop himself trying to reason away the complicated mess that had become his various relationships and alliances; no matter how long or how hard he thought, he couldn't make much more sense of it, and he only grew more frustrated. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against a case of Quidditch trophies, eyeing the door to the room curiously as he waited to see if Angel would appear.
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Fantastic application!! One question - can she be Mary's lady instead of Madge's? The Queen already has a lot of ladies, and Mary only has a couple. :)
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Isabel Chauncey
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Absolutely, it doesn't make a difference to me!! I'll edit that part in the app.
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[align=center]ACCEPTED!

Your writing is top notch. I think you'll fit it super well here at FKAC. :)

The first things to do are post in the FACE CLAIM and the CONTACT INFO. Then check out the THREADING EXTRAVAGANZA -- it's a thing we do here to help people get into threads.

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