Post by Aurora Fournier on Jun 7, 2010 18:01:40 GMT -5
LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
AURORA JEANINE FOURNIER !
AURORA JEANINE FOURNIER !
[/center]alright, so you can call me Mina and i have been kicking it in the Midwest for Not-For-You :) summers. i’m pulling the strings of no puppets and they go by nothing! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at PM., no problem!
LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?
full name: Aurora Jeanine Fournier
how do we pronounce that?: Ah-roar-ah Ja-neen (the J sounds more French that plain “Juh”) For-nyair
nicknames: Rory - but it is only used by those close to her.
age & birthday: 23, May 29th
occupation: Performer at The Opera
what kind of money you making?: Lower middle class would be most appropriate – her earnings at the Opera wouldn’t, by any means, make her “upper class.”
ethnicity: French
face claim: Deborah Ann Woll
appearance: Aurora would like to think that there isn’t really anything that would make her stand out from the crowd, unless you happened to be someone with an attraction to her and simply noticed her more than others because of it. However, sometimes we tend to not give ourselves credit where credit is due. Aurora actually possesses features that are quite, quite charming and pleasing to the eye.
Her eyes are typically the first thing that someone would notice about her –they’re a striking shade of blue that seem to reach out and grab you, or slap you, even, as if forcing you to notice them. Her skin is a light cream color, and looks as soft as it feels. She’s never really been fond of her hair, because she never really knew what color to call it – it’s more strawberry blonde than anything – but it floats down in gentle waves to just above the small of her back. She isn’t a twig, by any means; however, she isn’t too big, either. She’s average size, really, perhaps just a little on the short side but barely, with toned legs from dancing and womanly curves in all the right places that aren’t held merely by whalebone.
However, we all have our flaws, both physically and emotionally, and Aurora is no exception. On her abdomen, slightly above her groin, lies a scar of mangled, twisted flesh that is about five to six inches in length. It is something that, obviously, she is not proud of and tries to hide it with every opportunity given to her. She always makes sure that her costumes cover it up, even the ones that show the skin of the abdomen. Only a few people have ever seen it (and they immediately questioned her about it after) but that doesn't mean that it hasn't had its affect on her. She’s extremely self-conscious because of it, and refuses to tell anyone the story unless they force it out of her or are extremely close to her, even then it may be a challenge to break her calm demeanor.
I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.
likes: Singing & dancing, learning, animals, interesting trinkets, old things, relaxing, winter, listening to stories, intelligent conversation, fruit - especially grapes & oranges, pretty things, roses, peace & quiet, mature men.
dislikes: Excessive immaturity, heights, poor hygiene, dirt, extraordinarily impatient people, temper tantrums, idiocy, unintelligence, nosiness, ignorance, stereotypes & lack of compassion for those less fortunate, grape jam.
fears:
- Putting her trust in someone, only to have them misuse it.
- Being interrogated about the story behind her scar, and then potentially getting caught in the lie she uses to cover up what really happened.
- Sudden change, and being alone.
- Auditioning - she becomes extremely nervous and chokes up, most of the time.
habits:
- Shifting her weight back and forth from one leg to the other when she's nervous about something.
- Being too hard on herself, about everything, essentially.
strengths: Compassion, understanding & showing kindness to any creature, listening to others problems & giving advice, music - singing mostly, but she hopes to become skilled in playing one day as well, and being a quick learner.
weakness: Confidence, having her pride hurt, putting things behind her and not dwelling, putting bad first impressions of others completely behind her, and worrying & thinking far too much for her own good.
goals:
- To make a positive difference in someone's life in some way or another, regardless of how she does it or who that person is. Knowing that she helped someone will make her completely content forever.
- To overcome what she calls the childish fear of being terribly nervous for auditions and receive a part other than the chorus.
secret(s):
- The real reason for the scar on her abdomen, and the scar itself obviously.
- Though she puts herself out there as being someone who can remain independent and care for herself without the help of a husband or significant other, things aren't necessarily as they seem. The thing she wants most is someone who can be that for her, and take care of her. Though she would never admit that, of course, unless she were in the midst of some sort of nervous breakdown - though, even then her pride means a bit too much to her to let anyone see her that way.
personality: People say that the funny thing about Aurora, it seems, is how just when you think you've found a way to describe her or how to summarize her character, the foundations that you built the rest of your theory on crumble and the entire thing collapses. While she wouldn't ever be the most complex person you meet, she could certainly rank among those who follow-up that title.
She's a relatively private person, and doesn't like to share many things about herself, or at least the important things anyway. She doesn't like being questioned, and people who pry too much will only be met with brief, unsatisfying answers. However, she hopes to find one person that she can spill everything to, though she would never admit that to anyone, of course - for to her, it always seems that just when she's beginning to let her guard down, something happens that prohibits it to go down any further. Therefore, she typically keeps the blockade to her deepest emotions high and her heart & trust under tight lock and key, for fear of it being misused.
However, that makes her sound somewhat bitter and mean, when in all actuality Aurora is possibly one of the sweetest, gentlest people you would ever have the chance of meeting and hate seems to be an emotion that is impossible to fathom to her. It makes her heart wrench to see others in grief or physical pain, and she cannot help but empathize until she's as miserable as they are. She will worry and dwell on these people until she loses sleep, it seems, and even then won't stop. She hates more than anything to see people in physical or emotional pain and torment.
Unfortunately, Aurora is not someone who can easily brush off what others say about her, mostly due to her self-consciousness, and it wears on her. However, with no one to confide in about these troubles, she feels that she has to keep her chin up and muddle her way through, and does so accordingly.
She is by no means loud or obnoxious, in fact Aurora cannot stand excessive immaturity. This doesn't mean that she can't have a good time - it just depends on what everyone considers to be a good time. Being idiotically silly and doing things that make you look a complete fool are not Aurora's ideas of a good time.
Passionate is a word that remains consistent with Aurora. Music seems as though it will always be her first love, and it would take someone or something very important to her to steal that spot away. Her father taught her a bit of violin when she was younger, not enough to call her very skilled in the instrument. Voice would be where she is more skilled because she sees herself being more successful should she choose to pursue that path more seriously.
She has a habit of using logic before what she wants, and will turn down something that her heart wants because her mind tells her that it's not a smart thing to do. This can work for or against her, but more typically the latter is what ends up actually happening.
YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?
[/CENTER]sexuality: Heterosexual.
turn ons: Intelligence, it’s not a physical trait, but she wouldn't ever be able to be close enough to be intimate with someone that she knew she couldn't hold an intelligent conversation with. Perhaps it's a little odd, but any sort of masculine scent will instantly send sparks through every nerve in her body.
Grace seems to be something else that attracts her - it's not a must, but she certainly doesn't find gawky galumphing to be attractive. And lastly, sheer masculinity - this doesn't mean being incredibly strong and mighty, but having the characteristics of a man; the voice, the smell, the touch.
turn offs: Persistent lack of hygiene, she just finds that unbearable. Ignorance, immaturity, nosiness, someone who isn't able to keep her interest, a dislike for music or the fine arts in general.
SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!
[/CENTER]mother: Lenore Antoinette (Babineaux) Fournier
father: David Nathanael Fournier
siblings: No siblings.
spouse: No spouse.
children: No children.
other relatives: One great aunt, a Mrs. Odette Babineaux, she pays for Rory's rent for a small flat.
pets: None, however if she had one it would be a cat.
hometown: Paris, France.
current residence: One of the many flats available in Paris.
history:
Born into poverty, after much trouble with conception, to David and Lenore Fournier, Aurora was the only child the couple could afford to take care of with their money situation. Her father always kept a tight leash on her, for she was his only child and he felt that if he lost her, he lost everything.
From the time she was capable of coherent speech and thought up until the time she was sent off to the Opera, her father instilled in her a love of music that would resonate with her for years to come but at the same time was something that would later come to haunt her, almost. He taught her a bit of violin, but was more interested in pursuing her voice. She developed a very lovely instrument, one that with training and practice became a sound that would catch anyone's attention. Any spare money the family had went into pursuing this course for her, because her father felt that if she could at least get a steady job at the opera she would be able to make a decent living for herself until finding a husband to take care of her.
At age of fifteen she was sent to the Opera to study the arts, and was one of the many 'ballet rats' as some of the members liked to call the pack of ballerinas under Madame Giry's watchful eye. For two years she danced with the corps de ballet in the productions, and in this time she met a young man, a stagehand, that - in the innocence and naivety of her youth - she gave her heart to.
At the ripe age of seventeen, Aurora didn't know the dangers of doing such a thing so hastily. Her love affair continued for several months, her heart not being the only thing that she gave him. Little did she know that he didn't love her, he merely considered her one of the many other ballerinas, and nothing special to him in the least. For as soon as the deed was done, he left her and treated her with such cold severity that she yearned and strove to find what she had done wrong. However it seemed a lost cause, for he was off flattering and romancing another ingenuous ballet rat days later.
To think that such actions would come without consequences would have been foolish, but Aurora had done it. And consequences she did receive, for in the time following she became ill, and upon a visit to the doctor, found that she was with child. Her first reaction was complete and utter terror, and her second thought was to immediately take a short leave of absence to attempt to find the much needed and wanted consolation in her family. However upon returning home, consolation was the last thing that her father had on his mind. To this day, Aurora didn't know if it was his desperation for her to have a well-off life or the shamefulness of bearing a child out of wedlock that displeased him to the point of making him do what he did, and she wasn't sure that she would ever know. After his initial anger had cooled down, Aurora was accompanied by her mother to a slightly run-down, well hidden establishment where she was sworn to secrecy about the events that would take place, and was told that "everything would be taken care of."
Forgetting what had happened that day would be an obstacle that Aurora would not soon conquer. The large, mangled scar from the incision would be a constant, painful reminder of her mistake, of her father's anger and disappointment, and of the illegal, brutal act that had violated her body in such a way that there were days where just thinking about it drove her into a breakdown. The pain, the infection, the near death that she had come so close to because of the crude, unsanitary methods used... It was something that would be burned into her memory forever.
It was because of this that she never spoke to her father again, and that music - while so very, very dear to her, held such an eerie reminder of her father.
She eventually returned to the Opera, resuming her position in the corps, and eventually leaving the corps to merely be a member of the singing chorus. But after three years of living in the dormitories with the other ballerinas, enduring their whispers and nosy glances, she knew that she couldn't bear to remain living there. She wrote to a great aunt from her mother's side, begging her to help her pay for a flat where she could live by herself in peace. Her great aunt agreed, and Aurora was soon living on her own, finding it to be much less stressful when she didn't have to suffer under the cruelty of judgmental stares and be the subject of rumors.
Aurora was twenty when she moved into the flat, and has lived there for three years so far.
IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?
[/CENTER]member title: The Fragile Heart[/size]
i know you read the rules: -ADMIN EDIT-
impress me, baby:
From when I used to write Christine...Blast these dreadful shoes!
It wouldn't have been a lie to say it was her thousandth attempt to tie the pointe shoes. Christine released a huff of agitation, finally finishing and standing quickly, grabbing anything she might've needed. She scurried to the door, quietly opening it and slipping into the hall before darting towards the hall in which rehearsals awaited her.
An exasperated sigh was emitted as the small dancer as she scrambled her way through the packs of stage hands and fellow ballerinas. Christine could only hope that Madame hadn't noticed she was missing. She made her best attempt to blend in as if she'd been there from the start, quickly beginning her routine stretches. Her curls were in a fuss, unpinned and hanging about her head in a most unruly fashion. She stopped her stretching momentarily to pull them away from her face and tie them into a tight bun. She gave herself a light nod of satisfaction, before continuing her stretching. Frankly, Christine hated the stretching. She knew it was important, yes, but it was so... boring! Honestly she wasn't that fond of dancing either, but she wouldn't be ungrateful. After all, there were people who had no place to stay. She had the joy of listening to beautiful music every day. There was absolutely nothing to be ungrateful for.
As she stood, she brushed the dust (or imaginary, rather) off of her clothes. She rubbed her eyes, willing herself to a proper level of alertness. Christine cast a glance around, spotting Issy just across the stage. She stood on her toes, raising her arm slightly before calling out to the other girl. Christine quickly began her way over, her small pointe shoes padding against the hard wood. Various times, the young woman's luck had surfaced as she dodged the occasional stage hand or other dancer.
With mumbled "pardon me"s and "excuse me"s she reached the opposing side of the stage, a light flush to her face. She began wringing her fingers somewhat anxiously, peering around as if she were a mouse about to be caught in the pantry. She turned to look at Issy again.
"...They haven't started anything yet, have they, Issy? Oh, I hope Madame didn't notice my absence..!" It was true, she was one capable of fretting over some of the smallest things, though Christine often figured that being on time was not exactly considered small in the world of rehearsals. Quietly she picked at her nails, occasionally casting a wary glance around the rest of the theater, eyeing the other cast members with slight caution. It didn't seem as though they had started, she had checked the time before she'd gotten into the dilemma with her pointe shoes. She'd thought she'd had enough time. Perhaps she would have to learn to tie the shoes faster after all.
"Er, well, I suppose... it doesn't seem like anything has happened. Has Carlotta made her entrance yet?" This was truly the only reason Christine would've ever wished she were late. She was not one who cared for the diva in her entirety, quite frankly she could've lived happily ever after without her, or anything to do with her, whatsoever. From looking through the small crowd on the stage, it hadn't looked like she was there...
Then again, Christine was sure that everyone would've known if she were.
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