Esmeralda
Dec 10, 2009 17:44:52 GMT -5
Post by yuki on Dec 10, 2009 17:44:52 GMT -5
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charrie basics.[/ul][/font][/i]
age: 20
species: Human
birthplace: France
movie: Hunchback of Notre Dame
title: Siren of Truth
why: It was quite complicated to pick a character except the chaotic villians, like Chernabog, whom I've played before. To give myself a change and challenge, I decided to pick amongst a hero or heroine, and not having a favorite characters made it harder. One wondered if I would try out for dear Esmeralda, and once reflecting on it, I found her a compelling character, who stands for what she believes in constantly. She isn't one of the typical damsel in distress for she can easily mock danger in the face with her playfully rebellious tone.
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charrie appearance (about 3 sentences)[/ul][/font][/i]
facial description/mood expressions: Esmeralda have a soft round face coated with a mocha complexion. Many may say her face is flawless; in her own little way, she tended to it well, because her beauty aids in achieving audience with her vixen green eyes. They can easily change tones and mood to a bright mischievious playful hue, a warm nature green of kindness, or to a sharp cut emerald when infuriated.
clothing style: Her clothing differs depending on her affairs. She have many costumes for her acts; one was her famous bright passionate red that clung to her frame before flowing fluidly about her feet with a purple sasha about her hips. Her normal wear consits a corset top. It was loose fitting with white cotton material from her shoulders to her bust before narrowing down to a green corset. With the top bought alone, she had to find a skirt, which was purple with golden trinkets. Who cares if it didn't match? She had to work with what she had.
body build: Esmeralda is quite slim; it's not like she had full access to food to pack on immense weight. Regardless, she used her petite frame, bust, and curves for her advantage with her skills of a dancer
any unique traits (optional) : Nothing else about her stands out from the norm unless the body modification of large golden earrings added to her exotic features.
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original charrie analysis. (everything must be in your own words! please be thorough, about 3 sentences)[/ul][/font][/i]
history:
By the way...nice mask...
Before roaming the streets of Paris as a dancer, she was a child long ago born of a French maiden, Paquette. From birth, she was exposed to proverty, but was too young to remember her abduction by gypsies. The gypsie left her mother with a deformed child, who would later take to Paris.
From then on, Esmeralda was raised and lived happily amongst the gypsies becoming one with them in the Court of Miracles, while not knowing of her past and lineage. She grew into a young woman serving as a public dancer skilled with a tambourine and a lovable goat named Djali. Her highest perfomance was during the Festival of Fool introduced by Clopin. It gave her a different rush versus the usual dancing in the street, while hoping someone would acknowledge her with a coin or two. As she prepared in her personal tent, she had an unexpected visitor. Taking notice of him, she assumed he was a part of the festival and not knowing he was the mysterious deformed bell ring of nearby church, Notre Dame. Still it didn't stop her concern for him as he literally fell and crash into her changing tent before kindly escorting him out.
How could this perfomance get any better? She had a large crowd, which gave her a different rush in contrast to her little side dancing in the streets of Paris hoping someone would acknowledge her with a coin or two. Also she get to be face to face with the embodiment of all of her people's struggle, a judge, Judge Claude Frollo to be exact. She would give them all a dance they would never forget.
God help the outcast...
A performance was down, and now she could continue her day enjoying the festival, while grasping a few coins or two. Unfortunately, her plans of a lax day was placed on hold with a rioting uproar. A humiliating display was being exploited in the mist of the crowd who commence with throwing any food they could find. To make it worse, a judge was present, and he had done nothing to stop the disgraceful act.
Stepping on the stage that held the pinwheel, she noticed it was the man she had met before, the man with the disformed figure. Besides an ugly fiend, she saw a defenseless person, who was being abused publicly. Grabing her purple sash, she started to whip him clean of tomotoe juice and eggs, but a judge tried to command her otherwise. In defense for the abuse and her people and justice, she cut the hunchback free before crowning the judge as the true Fool. From then one she was a marked woman, a marked gyspy for arrest. Fortunately the church was still a household for sanctuary keeping her arrest at bay.
stone walls...
Inside the church, she was taken back at its beauty and architect. She was no safe from authorities, but it didn't stop the sense of someone watching her; Captain Phoebus was right behind her. Meeting him she found that not all authority were particularly evil. The lesson soured quickly when she saw the judge at the church doorways asking for the continuance of her arrest, while she glared dagges at Phoebus. To prove he wasn't betraying her, he proclaimed to the judge that she claimed sanctuary; the judge was about to overstep his authorities before the archdeacon came to remind him of the church's rules.
Feeling the tension and excitement leave, Esmeralda saw the lighter side of being in the church until someone grabbed her from behind. The snake of a judge held unto her, and the closeness only irritated the dancer more as he inhaled her hair. She removed herself from him knowing exactly what had drunked him so to do such thing. She have been a witty dance for years, and she could detect lust easily. It only disgust her more when he accused her for such unholy thoughts. Now she found a distaste for hypocrites. In the end, it left her with one thought, "set one foot outside, and you're mine."
Her own prison was her own rescuer...
At least there was a little glow in the chaos, she was told by the deacon that she couldn't fight alone. Perhaps a prayer would do her some aid.
Maybe today wasn't a total loss after all...
With a crash of a candlestick, the dynamics of the church shifted. The same boy from before was here in the same building with her. Eager to talk to him, she rushed after him to upper levels of the church. She met a fellow outcast, Quasimodo. Despite his appearance, he was a lovely person with an wonderful skills of artscraft.
Now matter how many times her breath can be taken away, she couldn't stand being cooped up like a sparrow in a cage. Paying her back for her help earlier, Quasimodo assisted in breaking her out. Admiring his kindness and noticing his solitude, she promised to visit him before giving him a necklace, a token of sanctuary
Hell's fire...
Roaming Paris adorned as an old beggar, Esmeralda heard some mummering. Curious she heard snippets of Frollo and a Miller. From a far, Esmeralda watched Frollo enter the Miller's house on a gypsy hunt. Not knowing what was uttered inside, the outcome of the conversation was pleasant. Frollo ordered Phoebus to set the cottage on fire, but he refused. In horror, she watched the house burn. No she couldn't make change alone, and she was still a wanted gypsy. Phoebus rescued the family successfully, but he putting his life in danger. He was sentenced to death for such disobedience. Not wanting to stand aside and watch a man of honor die, she picked up a rock and slung it at the Judge's horse giving the other an oppurtunity to escape. She felt a heavy weight lift off of her when he road away from his execution, but the captain was struck by an arrow and fell over the bridge into a river. Sneaking towards the bank, she stayed close to the shadows to rescue him, while over hearing Frollo's obsession in capturing her. It seemed Paris would fall a part because of her.
Where could she go to to aid a fugitive, while being one herself?
With help from a fellow gypsy, she took Phoebus to Notre Dame seeking out Quasimodo for his help. Settling down in his new sanctuary, she tended to ex-soldier's wound feeling more captivated by him for his sacrificial deed before sealing their attraction in a kiss.
For once or for a moment, the people she cared about personally would be safe, but still Paris was endangered. There were too many thoughts clouding her head, especially when she felt responsible. Perhaps thinking would've been easier if something hadn't disturbed her dear goat. Djali had came to her panicked before leading her towards the gallows. On the stand was Phoebus and Quasi; quickly she stopped the execution informing her people who they were. It was fortunate that they would be safe, but they came with bad news: Frollo was going to attack their sanctuary at dawn. To make it worse, he had followed the pair to them.
Now the fugitive was not a prisoner sentenced to death for witchcraft.
Pinned to her burning stake, Esmeralda had no where to turn or a trick to wiggle out of her own execution until a proposal was given. Frollo formed a deal and option she could take. She could either be a prisoned to him or prisoner of death. In anger and rebellion, she spat on him willingly to be burned them bound to him.
The fire quickly spread around her filling her lungs with smoke; she fell unconscious. Waking up from her slumber close to death, she awakened to find herself in Quasimodo's chamber with the Judge not far behind wanting to end them. Carried in the bell ringer's arm, they tried to evade the crazed Frollo, who wielded his sword of wickedness. It only turned more towards the worse when Quasimodo was hanging from the church's ledge with the Judge dangling below him both connected together by a cloak. Manuevering with the cloak as a rope, Frollo was able to cling to a gargoyle before climbing it tower over Esmeralda, who was attempting to pull her rescuerer back to safety. His weight made the gargoyle crack as he fell away from Notre Dame.
With one concern down, she was left with another, saving Quasi, but feeling her grip slip and his hand left hers she screamed. Below he was caught by Phoebus. Everyone she cared for was safe again.
The dawn rose with a new age; the gypsies were no longer being hunted for, and Quasi was now free to leave the Bell Tower to see and experience the world first-hand.
ambitions: Now that she didn't need to dance solely to feed herself and her pet, she wants to learn more about her and what she wants. For so long, she has been concerned for the world around her that she hardly had a chance to think for herself.
strengths && abilities: She have a skill at dancing as well as a few little "magical tricks". Those disappearing acts takes a lot of practice with distraction and running.
flaws: She doesn't find anything special about her; she's just a dancing gypsy. In short, she lacks motivation now that her life was threatened with death, poverty, and rejection with society.
likes: She likes to dress-up when she have the chances to. She admires art and dancing. Esmeralda likes to be around kind-hearted individuals and would help struggling people. Of-course, she loves Djali.
dislikes: She distastes hypocrites, discrimination, liars, and unjust people with power.
fears: She fears of being simply nothing. She already stood up for her people, but now that was over with, she have nothing else to motivate or live for. She's just a gypsy who can dance, and she doesn't want to stay like that.
what makes this character unique: She's unique for her strong beliefs and lack of fear for standing on her own two feet against anyone.
RP SAMPLE: ----
It was Décembre, and there wasn't any snow. She didn't felt the harsh bites of winter with her normal skirts to keep her warm. To stay warm, the gypsies would have to stay underground, but still the floor wasn't gentle to her feet, which lost its softness ages ago when she roamed without shoes. Stealing shoes would've been easier, but the penalty was harder; plus Esmerelda didn't see the point in living up to the exception of a gypsie, a scavanding parasite. To fight authorities, she would have to play fair by throwing little shows with Clopin. Now that she no longer needed to act to make money or carry the label as an improvishrf gypsie, she was lost. What more could she do with her life?
"Well I can get...some new clothes and some shoes for once...," Esmerelda muttered lowly as she plucked at her purple skirts seeing how the edges were wearing out. She did saw a few posters of this spectacular designed by the name Edna. Perhaps, she could give her a new look or at least a dress to accomadate this new change.
"Perhaps I can do some real shows with a real audience," she giggled as her mind floated to a fairytale. She did enjoy her times as a dancer in Notre Dame, but that came with putting up an act teasing men, while Djali dug in their pockets. Atleast this time people would come to see her dances besides just happen to be around or simply drooling at her. "That is possible right Djali?"
Her green eyes smiled as the goat baaed happily in reply before showing ethusiam by running in a circle with a wiggle of his tail. "We should go scope this place out, find a theatre or something, and even find this Edna. I wonder who would come to see my shows." The goat baaed loudly making her chuckle, "yeah I know you'll be there. I doubt Phoebus would attend."
The dynamics between them had slackened immensely with time and seperation to the point he was only a memory. "I wonder how Quasi is doing. I know he'll come see me." She smiled at the memory of such a supportive comrade, which gave her a little motivation to get up from the foutain she sat on with her pet goat by her feet.
"Let's get to it Djali. We can't get anywhere just sitting around."
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