Post by eleanoraurelie on May 14, 2011 17:03:00 GMT -7
AURÉLIE ÉLAINE CHEVELIER
“Sink into your mother’s arms; let her take you in her arms, let her take you home;
Cleave to her the gifts she gave of flesh and breath and bone…”
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Aurélie Élaine Chevelier
Nickname(s): Lia
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Birthdate: May 1, 1994
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Eleanor of Aquitaine
Played By: Rachel Hurd-Wood
Grade: Senior
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: five-foot-six
Weight: a hundred and twenty-five.
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: red
Build: slender
Scars: n/a
Piercings/Tattoos: One tattoo: something like this, smaller, on her ankle;
Personal Style: Aurélie has a taste for the extravagant. She likes things with “flair,” but she always tries to be classy, too—nothing too gaudy, nothing too flashy, nothing too, well, slutty. She prefers greens and blues, colors of nature and that don't clash too badly with her red-brown hair. She's used to keeping up with the latest trends from Paris, but she doesn't always necessarily follow them. While she left her fanciest things at home, she still typically dresses in skirts and nice blouses at school, always seems to have her hair and makeup done and a pair of earrings that coordinate with the rest of her outfit ready. The only times she really doesn't try is in the midst of exam season, when she pulls out her sweats. She can get down and dirty with the boys, of course, and owns some athletic clothing and a pair of “well-loved” tennis shoes, and even hiking boots, but generally these are kept tucked away in her closet.
Appearance: Aurélie may not be as stunning as she was as the Queen of France and then of England, but she's a pretty girl nonetheless. Her hair is an almost-coppery color and long, usually worn loose. Her face is heart-shaped with and she has a warm, genuine smile that lights up her eyes—blue like a summer sky, as her father sometimes says. Her pale, peachy complexion can get a bit blotchy when she's angry or crying.
As for the rest of her, she's nothing remarkable. Her brother teases her about having good legs, but she's really just “average,” one could say. She's neither tall nor short, and has an average build erring on the side of skinniness. Her hands are long an slender, though her palms were often rough in childhood from archery, a sport she insisted on learning alongside her brother. Her feet are small—an American size five—and her mother often laments loudly that she ought to have been a ballet dancer.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: debating, politics, horseback riding, poetry, archery, singing (especially in the shower), long walks, the countryside, romance novels, English gardens, babies and small children
Dislikes: darkness, small enclosed spaces, big cities, winter, violence/war, loneliness, laziness, boredom, men who cheat, ugly/bare/austere architecture
Dreams: winning political office
Fears: never finding love, losing her son again, finding the “wrong” love
Habits/Hobbies: gardening, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, scribbling poetry, debating friends
Secret(s): She is terrified of a serious relationship, given that both of her marriages went sour in her previous life.
Personality: From an early age Aurélie was a peppy, upbeat girl. She was a chatterbox ever since she learned how to talk. She was always asking questions, always trying something more daring—climbing onto the dining room table before she could really walk properly, for instance—as though life was a challenge and the little girl was determined to meet it. Her curiosity never went away, though such “daring feats” did eventually (after enough scolding and enough accidents). Perhaps thanks to her elder brother, who liked to tease her as a child, Aurélie perfected the art of arguing until she could best him using her best six- or seven-year-old logic. Children at school soon learned not to cross Mademoiselle Chevelier lest they wanted a tongue-lashing.
Apart from her bursts of temper, however, Aurélie was and remains a warm and friendly girl as a whole. She smiles easily and welcomes friends into her life easily as well, though her circle of friends is mainly girls; she has a general and perhaps illogical distrust of men tracing back to her past life nearly a thousand years ago. She is a romantic at heart, however, and has trouble reconciling the two; over her years at Riverdale she's had maybe three or four boyfriends, but none of the relationships were long-lasting, mainly thanks to her own insecurities. She knows what it is to be hurt and isn't in a hurry to end up that way again; she would rather live it through love songs and poetry, giggle about the cute boys with friends, and keep her family and girlfriends close like shields.
She is also a quick-witted girl who is serious about her studies and who does well in class. She is particularly fond of political science and languages; by the time she came to Riverdale she was already fluent in English—and Latin, thanks to her past life—but she's also learned German and a little Spanish in her nearly four years there. She is not a wonderful writer, at least not in English, though she does write a little “poetry,” mainly in the form of stray verses in French or Latin. She has a vivid imagination which proves distracting when she's bored, but it thankfully never hurt her grades too badly. Not yet.
She can, however, be fiercely stubborn, as her tendency to argue (or at least to debate) might suggest. Warm and friendly though she generally is, when she decides that she genuinely dislikes a person, she isn’t quick to change her mind. She tends to be quite closed-minded on important political and social principles and has a very strong moral compass. She can sometimes be quick to take offense and again, slow to forgive. She also takes ideological differences very seriously, though she rarely shuns or avoids a person with whom she disagrees. She respects those differences, at least until someone insults or degrades her own beliefs. Lastly, she has strong religious convictions and is a very pious young woman.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Claudine Chevelier, 40, lawyer
Father: Gerard Chevelier, 44, policeman
Siblings: Louis Chevelier, 20, university student
Other:
Pets: none
Hometown: Lyon, France
History: Nothing was particularly remarkable about Aurélie until she began learning how to talk. At that point, her parents discovered–to their astonishment–that their little girl babbled not only in her rudimentary French, but as she grew a bit older, English words that they had never spoken to her, as well as words in a dialect they could barely understand, were also escaping her mouth. Perhaps their daughter began to notice their shock, for she eventually began speaking only in her native language. Everything else about her childhood was fairly normal. She was surrounded by a wealthy and loving family and had everything any little girl could dream of; when her brother was not teasing her and picking on her, he was defending her from bullies and playing games with her and they learned archery as a sort of friendly way to compete side-by-side. Her father spoiled her desperately and made it painfully clear that she was his favorite child.
Something was not so very normal, however. She began to have dreadful dreams, sometimes even during the day, before she could even remember, mostly having to do with a man called “Richard.” She had never seen him before, but she felt such strong emotion whenever she saw him that she woke up the first few nights in tears. Her parents simply assumed when she awoke like this that she had simply watched a strange television program or had a playmate or stuffed animal named “Richard.” Once she began sleeping past her initial sightings of this man–tall, handsome, and oh so wonderful in every way!–things simply got worse; he would be hit by something, fall into someone’s arms (her arms?) and she would be saying his name over and over again, pleading with him…
There were more dreams and daydreams, with dozens of other people including dreams of darkness, of loneliness, filled with despair and heartache that as a child she could not truly understand; but she ultimately always came back to the man, Richard. Sometimes she would see him as a boy, when she could hoist him into her arms (and her arms they were!) and cover his little face with kisses, and sometimes as a great grown man with a mighty red cross upon his chest.
More strangely still, when the family took a trip to Paris–Louis was 10, his sister, 8--Aurelie found herself thinking that she knew what the city had looked like before. She did not feel quite at home, but she nevertheless felt a certain connection…and not simply because Paris was, well, Paris. No, this knowing was different. She walked the streets and it was as though she could see through buildings, past cars, past people…see a different city entirely. If she behaved strangely, however, her parents said nothing and her brother’s teasing was nothing out of the ordinary. She did not mention the sensation to them.
And then in her first serious history class, the boy-man in her dreams became wonderfully and dreadfully real–Richard, King of England, called “Coeur de Lion” or the Lionheart.
After that, the child became slowly aware that she was not simply inventing such things in her head; these were memories. By the time she left grade school, she was fully and sometimes painfully aware of the truth: she was not simply Mademoiselle Chevelier, the pretty upper-class girl from Lyon. She was also Eleanor d’Aquitaine, Queen first of the Franks and then of the English…Richard’s mother. She knew the pain of those mothers after that, when she heard stories of dead children; she was barely thirteen, but she knew. Her sons–Henry…William…and oh, Richard! Sometimes she would cry herself to sleep in the dead of night, praying no one could hear her and ask what the matter was. Before she should have really known what death was, she could not escape it: she could not escape the deaths of her own long-gone children.
At school, however, she put on a façade and pretended that nothing was amiss in her life. It worked well; Aurélie was friendly and strong enough not to dwell on her past too much. There had been good moments in it, too; but the betrayal by her husband and the loss of her sweet boy were too much to deal with, on top of the pressures of being a teenager too.
When she was ready to enter lycee, however, she was offered the chance to attend a marvelous school–a school for people like her. Aurélie had known she wasn’t simply inventing these things in her mind…and here was the proof! Her elation was tempered a bit by her realization that she would have to leave her family behind for a large chunk of four years, but though Monsieur and Madame Chevelier were hard-pressed to let go of their precious little girl, they could tell that she did want to go in spite of her nervousness.
At Riverside, she has been happier–RSOR provides some outlet, at least, for the sometimes-overwhelming feelings of not only leading her own life, but carrying the “baggage,” as it were, of someone else’s. She has yet to find the “true” love she’s been waiting for, though a few brief and unsuccessful relationships have happened in the past.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Anna!
Other Characters: Theodore Kinnley, Isaac Haumann, Juliet Davis
Age: nineteen
Time Zone: eastern!
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