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| Margaret de Burgh | Nov 16 2010, 11:28 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() BARONESS MARGARET DE BURGH ![]() * Well bless my soul, you’re a lovely soul because you won’t let go of anything you hold . HEY THERE. THE NAME IS CAM, AND I AM 25. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT EIGHT YEARS AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS WOULD BE …NONE…YET.. I FOUND FKAC AT RPG-DIRECTORY. OH, BY THE WAY, I READ THE RULES. WANT PROOF? THE CODE WORD IS admin edit WANT TO REACH ME? HERE'S MY IM: PM ME FIRST, PLEASE! [/align]Margaret was born to Sir George Thompson and his wife Sarah. She was the youngest of three. With two older brothers, which is more than any family could ask for, she led a rather faded existence, for what father would dote on a daughter when they had two sons to do so? They lived their lives on a beautiful, if not small, English countryside estate named Louden. Louden would eventually become her ultimate love. If anything, Margaret was an afterthought. Fifteen years after the birth of her brothers, Christian and Philip, Margaret was born. From the beginning, Margaret’s mother loved her daughter with every fiber of her being. In her mind, it was the last thing her ‘knight’ ever bestowed upon her. Sir George was not happy to learn that his wife was indeed pregnant again. He had no desire to have another child and was more than content with his two sons. He just prayed that Sarah would give him yet another male. That, however, was not in the cards. The day Margaret was born fell on a perfect spring day. Since her father refused to acknowledge her for the most part, she learned to love nature and thrive in it, rather than dwell on her father’s negativity. Margaret loved animals and her first love was learning to ride a horse—which she still finds much comfort in. She was a young girl who didn’t mind getting her hands dirty and was often punished for ruining gowns during forays onto the family’s property with the groundskeeper, Peter, whom she considered one of her closest friends as a child. Peter was more a father to her than Sir George ever was. Peter was wise beyond his station and taught her more about how life worked than anyone—even her mother. She was mostly confined to the family’s estate and so made due with befriending the bevy of animals who made their home at Louden. Her father, for all intents and purposes, was a greedy, drunk and obnoxious sort of man. He pushed his sons into the limelight and showered them with gifts and glory – well, what little glory an old knight could give his sons. To say Philip and Christian were spoiled, would have been a massive understatement. The two, who were so close in age they were mistaken for twins, wrecked havoc on the small village near the estate sleeping with any maiden they could get their hands on, charming them with their ‘wealth’ and ‘power’ (which was mostly in their heads), and then would leave them after having their way with them. Her brothers slowly ended up with awful reputations, though they didn’t seem to care one way or the other. There would always be some sort of woman that would fall for their ‘charm’ only to be disappointed in the end. All of their behavior was condoned by Sir George, much to their mother’s dismay. Margaret was close to her mother, who was a lovely, nurturing woman who always seemed to remember her when her father would bypass her at every turn. She made sure Margaret had everything that she needed. Her father was never outwardly cruel to her, but he was cruel in smaller sorts of ways. He would fail to introduce her at gatherings and generally act as if she did not exist. Her life was lavish for her rank, but that was mostly because her father was spending nearly all they had to maintain a lifestyle they simply could not afford. Not being the jewel in her father’s crown, Margaret unfortunately was left with little dowry. His title, however, allowed her to converse with those of a decent status—though they rarely traveled and stayed mostly to the family’s estate. The family hobnobbed and mingled with the local elite, but they never made trips to London. It was partly how they managed to delude themselves for so long in regards to their status. When she turned 19, her life seemed to change in every way. Not surprisingly, no one had scooped her up as a young bride. With a dowry like hers, who would? She could not blame them, though she was more than content to continue her life at Louden the way it was. Then the absolute unthinkable happened. She was reunited with a childhood friend who was, very much, no longer a child. Arthur Chamerlyn was back from court and in every way a man of his time. She couldn’t help but be enraptured by him, could she? The affair between them was surprising and passionate and she found herself madly in love. Love, she had to be honest with herself, was something she never expected for herself. The best she hoped for a nice enough man to take care of her and any offspring they might have. To fall in love and with a respected man was more than she could have ever dreamed for. But the best thing that ever happened to her was short lived. Her father finally had the chance to pawn his daughter off on someone for a cheap enough price. Without her consent, not that she expected it, she was whisked off by one Sir William de Burgh to be married – but not before learning that she was with child. Arthur’s child. They plotted to keep it a secret, for both their sakes. Arthur had a future ahead of him and she refused to be the reason why he was kept from his plotted out future. So Sir William was led to believe that the child, a beautiful girl she named Elizabeth , was his. Shortly after they were married, William was made a Baron which brought the two of them up in the world. And so her life continued as a baroness. Her husband was, however, much like her father. In fact, she could see the two plotting their future together in some seedy tavern as they looked for women. Much about him disgusted her. He forced himself on her whenever he felt like it—prying her from daily duties and pushing her into their bedchambers to have his way with her. But in all the years they were married, she never produced another heir or heiress for him. Elizabeth was all they had and because of that, William spoiled her as much as possible. For obvious reasons, Margaret loved Elizabeth more than life itself. She spent as much time with her as possible. She was just happy that William treated their daughter well and never expected a thing. Then one day, Elizabeth woke up looking pale and sick. Margaret’s mothers’ instinct told her something wasn’t right. They brought in local doctors to look at her but no one could diagnose her, let alone find a cure. With each day her sickness worsened. Then they were forced to make a decision that pained Margaret deeply. The only way for Elizabeth to receive the care that could save her life, was for the family to head to London and use the court’s connections to find the best doctors. In Margaret’s mind, there was no choice. It was hardly the time to travel, given that the winter season was just coming upon them but if Elizabeth was to live… this was the only way. Now they’ve just arrived to Court and are settling in. They’ve found a doctor and are now expected to take part in the Christmas festivities—despite the fact that their daughter is all but dying. And Margaret still hasn’t figured out exactly what she would do if and when she runs into her Arthur Chamerlyn, the father of her dear, dear Elizabeth. |
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| Giovanna Borgia | Nov 16 2010, 06:43 PM Post #2 |
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