Adelina Moliere Jul 8, 2011 13:48:24 GMT -5
Post by Adelina Moliere on Jul 8, 2011 13:48:24 GMT -5
full name | Adelina Moliere
nicknames & titles | Adele
time period | 16th Century
age | 20-46
sexuality | Heterosexual
alliance | Civilian
occupation | Merchant
family information |
Aimee Molitere - mother – deceased
Lodovic Molitere – father – alive
Felix Molitere– older brother – deceased
Quentin Molitere – older brother – alive
Estelle Moliere– niece – alive
Regine Molitere – Sister-in-law – deceased
residence | Born and raised in Paris, France, Adelina grew up alongside her two older brothers, and both of her parents. However, after the death of her brother and his wife, she found herself living in Venice taking care of their small child, Estelle. There were many issues as to why she couldn't return to France.
physical description | She stands about a five feet seven inches, weighing enough for her height. Adelina has long orange hair, although it will lose the orange color as she grows older, turning into a darker shade, thus looking brown. Her eyes are a lighter shade of brown, appearing almost golden, although once again, they will darken with age. She tends to wear many rich colors of orange, red or yellow. When traveling in new cities, she wears black boots, though once she knows the terrain, they are traded for black heels with a red flower near the end. All dresses are accompanied with black thigh-highs, that have a red laced garter around one thigh, preferably the right, that holds a dagger.
Adelina has a very tomboyish, temperamental personality. She is considerably spoiled and proud. She is an intimidating, harsh young woman who says such things that people always turn their heads at her in surprise. She's a haggler - something that's in her blood - thus an argument can always be struck up with her about anything. She has a good choice of words, as she generally thinks before she speaks, granted this little ability could go away if her argument is truly sparking all her nerves.
She tends to approach major situations rationally, often making crucial decisions on her own, and she tends to be very persistent in achieving her goals. She is often feisty and rarely loses her pride even when facing dangerous situations. Despite her temperament, she often displays friendliness and helpfulness towards others. She absolutely adores her little niece Estelle, and will put her family above all else, no matter the cost.
likes | liquor, traveling, artwork, knives, family
dislikes | the English, losing family, disease, language barriers, mornings
misc | --
history | Born and raised in Paris, France alongside two older brothers, Adelina had no real hope at being a real girl; although this was to her mother's dismay, she couldn't blame the child, as she was almost the same way. All their children knew how to handle weapons, even if not correctly; her choice was always a knife or dagger. The family grew up pretty well – her father was a wealthy merchant that sold many items he collected from various cities during his travels. It was on occasion the whole family went with him on trips to these different cities, as the kids generally had to focus on their schoolwork, while their mother had to look after the house.
Her second older brother left when he turned of age, running off to join some group that supposedly was helping to rid people of their sins. He rarely showed his face, and when he did, Adelina bumped heads with him. The two had never seen eye to eye, and whatever cause he had run off to join had surely changed him for the worse.
It was during one of the business travels her eldest brother, Felix, had run into a young woman who lived within Italy, and fell in love in with her. A year or so later, the two were wed, and Felix moved to Italy to be with his newlywed wife; a year from their marriage date, Regine gave birth to a beautiful little girl they called Estelle. Not only had Adelina fallen in love with the city they had moved to, but their little girl as well; she found herself visiting them more in Venice, then she seemed to be home.
She seemed to be following her in father's footsteps at these times too; rather then relying on him to fund her trips (although he did in many cases), she set up a small merchant shop in the city of Venice, selling trinkets that her father had. Although not the best in the business, she was learning. When she was home, he showed her the ropes of how to run a merchant business – what to sell, how to sell, and for how much. Felix was always right there beside her, having become a banker during his time in Venice.
Then tragedy struck; the black death hit the city of Venice, wiping out much of it's population, including Felix and his wife. Adelina and their child, Estelle, had left a few weeks prior to visit family back in Paris, as her parents were unable to make the trip, as her own mother was sick with the plague. She too, was claimed by the sickness. Upon returning to Venice a month or so later, Adele and the child found themselves alone in a home that had been burnt down in order to help stop the spread of the plague; the child's parents were missing, and upon further investigation, it was soon found they had been claimed by the plague. Trade in the merchant world seemed to crumble while Adelina found herself trying to stay afloat in Venice with a small child to take care of - money was tight for both her and her father, as he had three funerals to pay for, thus going back to Paris wasn't an option. Her only living brother never showed to any of the funerals.
So she did what she had too; although not desperate enough to become a Courtesan, Adelina found herself scrapping by with a job of helping to tend to the sick. When the merchant world seemed to bounce back, her father began to send her money in small dosages to help out. He pleaded her to return to Paris with his granddaughter, but Adelina refused, as she was scared that moving Estelle once more would cause more harm than good. Plus, she had found a life in Venice during these times, and was quite content.
When life in Venice flourished once more, Adelina opened her merchant shop; her father remained mainly in Paris, traveling every so often when it was needed, having stopped traveling since his wife had died from the plague, thus she considered herself the "Italian" counterpart to his business. She sells pieces of artwork as her main item. She lives in a small home in one of the wealthier districts (having bought it with the help of her father of course), along side her niece, whom many consider, and think to be her daughter.
roleplay sample |
A soft sigh escaped from partially parted lips as hands gently cupped the sides of her face, golden hues flickered every so often to give themselves a break from staring at one spot. The soft drizzle of rain had begun early that morning and continued on throughout the day, hampering any plans she seemed to have made for the day. She tore her eyes away from the hazing window and slowly stood from the chair, her hands smoothing against the wrinkles of her black dress that covered her shoeless feet. Her steps were slow and cautious until she peeked through the door, ginger curls falling against her face as she did so; pressing her hand against the door, Adelina slowly pushed it open.
”Estelle, sweetheart, come here please.”
She didn't have to call loudly, as the pitted patter of bare feet against the floor followed by a head being buried into her dress moments later was a sure sign the child had been nearby; she was always nearby, adamant blue hues curiously watching her movements. She ran her fingers through her brown locks, a light smile tugging at her lips.
”Go get your shoes on. We're going out to play.”
The child peeled away from her once the words left her lips, and as she ran down the hall, light squeal escaped from her. The smile died away from her face as she sighed heavily, combing her fingers through her own orange locks. She slipped on sleek black boots before stepping out the door, waiting for the child to return to her side; when minutes passed and Estelle still had not appeared, curiosity took the better of Adelina. Sometimes the small child did things on her own time, her head wrapped up in her little world. She she took long strides down the hallway, thankful that her dress didn't restrict her movement like many did. She gently pushed open the door across the hall, golden hues widening moments later.
The small child was curled up on her, hot sobs bubbling from her throat; they saw her before she saw them, as pain shot through her body as she stumbled forward through the doorway. Fingers jerked her arms behind her back before tightly grasping her wrists together as they were binned together with rope. The men jerked her forward onto the bed, where she crawled backwards to sit next to Estelle, comforting words being mumbled as she tried her best to sooth the child. Estelle just nodded and crawled into her lap, burying her head deep into her stomach.
One of the men threw the toy chest he had been ransacking across the room, eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. He stormed forward, hissing between his teeth.
Where is it?”
Adelina cocked an eyebrow. Estelle stifled a sob.
”Where is what?”
She asked softly, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. The men behind him paused, hues just watching the scene unfold. He leaned forward and gripped onto the scalp of her head, pulling her forward by orange locks to their faces were almost even; she winced in pain, but remained silent.
”Don't play you stupid you little bitch. You bought it. It's a little ripped page with writing that would look foreign to you.”
She considered this for a moment, but remained silent. He didn't seem pleased by her silent. Then things happened quickly; he moved, she moved, and Estelle let out a blood curling scream. Scarlet drops dripped down Adelina's cheek as the child's grip tightened against her. She looked down and hushed her. He released her hair, but before he allowed her to move back. Once again, she made no noise to the throbbing pain.
”Watch them; it's here somewhere.”
He hissed as the other two moved into position in front of them, their white shirts blending in with the walls around them. Adelina shifted backwards, continuing to hush the child in an attempt to calm her; they were trapped until that man found what he wanted...and if he didn't... well, she wasn't going to think about that outcome. She shifted her wrists around in the hope that she could loosen them just enough to soothe the sobbing child.