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 Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 11:20 am
I thought I had escaped...
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 12:01 pm
I feel as though you should know...  Name: Lady Elizabeth Camilla Aleksandri III, Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire (ugh, what a mouthful)
Nickame: Juniper
Gender: Female
Measurements: 5'5", appx. 135 lbs
Date and Location of Birth: February 16th, 1986, Devonshire, GB
Immediate Social Standing: Engaged (but unhappy)
Likes: The summer, being barefoot, making friends, gardening
Dislikes: Socials and garden parties, wearing tight dresses, political meetings, bigwigs
Wants: To live on her own, to have a house, to become a teacher
Fears: Being forced to marry (gee...), living an unhappy life
Strengths: Her wit and humor, her charm, her intellect
Weaknesses: the dark, paranormal activity, being alone
Personality: A free-spirited girl, Juniper is usually pretty passive about most things, since she's not one of those people who will scream and fight for something. She's not quiet, though. No, she'll tell you if she doesn't like something about you, and she's willing to help you fix it. She's just your normal, 25 year old woman with one too many things on her plate. She's often stressed, and isn't afraid of complaining, either. She almost never cries out of sadness, only when she's scared of something. She's also incredibly curious and outgoing, and always willing to try new things.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 12:32 pm
Perhaps this might interest you...  Juniper was born to two strict and conservative parents, whose only goal for her life was to get her married and boost her up the social ladder. Of course, their ideal was to get her hitched with someone of the royal family, but, although it didn't seem too far fetched, they figured Juniper wasn't ready for the pressures of royal life. Instead, they arranged her to be married with the Duke of Gloucester, an arrogant and stuck up royal with too much money and too little brains to use it. This was arranged when Juniper was still an infant, and The Duke was twelve.
As a teenager, the girl hated all of the stupid get-together's and socials that she was often forced to attend, She never wanted any of it, thinking that she would be better off if she weren't paraded around like some kind of prize-winning steed... not that she wasn't worthy. Juniper, in her schooling, received some of the best nation wide examination results when she was sixteen, and it was obvious that the girl was incredibly intelligent. The question was if she would use it for politics and strategical purposes, or for other things. Turns out, she preferred landscaping to studying, and her parents were dismayed. In an attempt to deter her from this choice in life, they took her on even more of the 'societal trips' that she so hated, and she came to loathe all of her relatives severely in her late teen years. However, there was a single relative that she loved, and that was her mother's brother. Her uncle had a vast property surrounding his mansion, and that property included a large forest where he often went hunting.
It was through her uncle that Juniper earned her name. She became quite fond of nature and used it as an escape from her parents, and her life in general. Her parents were horrified, but taking desperate measures would make the family look bad... and besides, what was socially wrong about a girl who donates to wildlife charities and funds, and spends time landscaping the property? So, begrudgingly, they accepted her hobbies a part of her teenage 'rebellion', but continued to drag her to the garden parties with the Generals and the 'play dates' with the dim-witted Eldershire Twins and their hair-obsessed mother.
The years went by and Juniper grew more and more afraid of her wedding day with the Duke, who was becoming more snobbish and frivolous as they grew older. He was only glad to be marrying a beautiful woman when he was older, and that was really all that mattered. They had nothing in common and didn't even 'talk in the same English', so to speak. While the Duchess had progressed in high-class English literature and film, the Duke shirked his studies and developed a horrendous slang only heard in the gutters of London. The closer the day, the more Juniper disappeared into her uncle's forest. That is... until one day, her uncle died of a hunting accident. Heartbroken, Juniper's spirits were only slightly lifted when she inherited his property to herself. A legal adult by this time, she already began making arrangements to move in. Still in her saddened state, this is where the story begins.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:05 pm
Can't... remember anything...  I was, quite frankly, having the worst day of my life.
This is what I would have liked to happen: I would have liked to wake up in the morning and not have my mother and father screaming at me for oversleeping, not have to rush and get dressed for lord knows what reason, and not be violently pushed into a car with no idea where I was going. I sat there, wondering how on earth I was going to get my garden work done, and my mother tells me that my future mother-in-law invited us all to tea and crumpets at her estate. Not only that, but the bloody old hag had to go and invite her darling little boy over as well, as if it weren't bad enough that I was getting married to him in a few weeks... well.
Anywho, I get there and the first thing that the old bat asks me is why I was late. Late! When her son wasn't even near halfway there yet. I calmly explain to her that I had taken a bit of a rest after a long night, and that I apologized for not being on time. She blew it off, but I couldn't act as though I didn't see that pitying glance he gave my mother. She led us to the sitting room, and the first thing that happened was that the woman tried to shove thirty day-old fruitcake down my throat... the tea was atrocious, not to mention half-cold. Exquisite Chinese flavoring, she said. Flavoring my arse! I know for a fact I had that same coffee at that American place, Dipping Donuts or something in that direction, for three pounds. Outrageously overpriced, but it wasn't as though I couldn't afford it.
Then, the questions started. Elizabeth, have you taken care of your dear Uncle's estate yet? Elizabeth, are you still mourning? Oh, Elizabeth, what on earth happened to you hair? Are you thinking about the location for the wedding yet? James already has a few spots in mind, shouldn't you speak with him about it? Elizabeth, have you found that wedding dress yet? Elizabeth, what shoes are you going to wear? Elizabeth? Elizabeth! It was to a point where I could no longer bear it, so I asked for a moment of leave with the excuse of an incredibly crucial errand. The woman gave me that look, but I ignored it. Why wait around for my supposed love? Please. What an atrocious notion. As I turned to leave, who else should show up but my fiancee, James? After he slobbered all over my face, I pardoned myself and immediately took a taxi to my Uncle's estate.
It wasn't very far, but I had enough time to change my clothing in the car. I arrived ready to run around and enjoy myself in the woods without a care. In fact, I was right in the middle of pursuing a wild boar when suddenly, I grew dizzy and fell into darkness. It was quite strange... I awoke sitting at a formal dining table in a black dress, surrounded by people who seemed to be in a similar situation. There was one I recognized as the Irish Prince... strange, wasn't his coronation on the day of my planned wedding? Never mind that... where on earth was I? This looked very much like the dinners I so hated with my mother and father. What was this? Was this the punishment for always avoiding my duties? Just when I thought I had escaped... I awoke in a Hostile Abode.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:09 pm
The Faces Familiar to Me... As of right now, I know no one. I cannot base my opinion off of anything, having just awoken...
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