Name: Jaqueline de Blarru
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Class: Courtier, Commoner
Physical Description: It certainly isn't in Jaqueline's physical appearance that she catches the eye. In fact, if one were speaking of appearance alone, it would suffice to say that she would be near impossible to pick out from a crowd. Her height is average, measuring at 5'4". Her frame is slight, with fine and thin bones making up her body. She's more legs than torso, but not overly so. Her face is pleasant enough, with features that are neither ugly nor beautiful. Her eyes are a plain brown, with hair that almost matches them exactly in color. Her hair is long, and think and is one of her better features. The one thing that might set Jaq apart is her skin tone. Consistently ignoring her mother's pleas to shield her face from the sun, it is sun-tanned, which stands out from many of her counterparts' complexions. Her hands and exposed parts of her arms and neckline are also sun-kissed, a fact that drives her family mad, and often ends her up in trouble.
Native Duchy: Pemberton
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Items:
1 sewing kit
1 pale pink satin gown, white satin flower adorning the waist.
1 dark green satin gown, white ribbon around the waist.
1 navy nightdress, silk. Embroidery around the neckline and the hem.
1 light gold chain, plain.
1 small harp,very old. Belonged to her Grandmother.
hygenic effects
Ability to sing well and ability to ride horses well.
1 maid, Charlotta
1 cat, Loki

Roleplay Sample: Jesse hated cliches. She hated watching movies that were cliches, she hated reading books that were cliches. But most of all, she hated the fact that she was currently living one. Certainly, she couldn't blame herself for choosing him. Or could she? It seemed every time the young woman got her feet under her, and finally let her guard down, she placed her heart in the hands of someone who was predestined to shatter it. And to be honest, duct tape could only hold it all together for so long.

And it was nights like these that were the worst. One who has suffered the raw pain of heartbreak would understand quite well. The nights were a dull ache in the bottom of your chest refuses to let you forget the you are alone. As if the totally empty house wasn't enough. To top it off, newlyweds had moved in down the hall. Don't get Jesse wrong, they were friendly enough. But the sounds of their passionate lovemaking only deepened her pain. From the looks of things, it was a good night for margarita therapy. Sure, Jesse knew that drinking alone and drinking to ease the pain was never a good long term idea, but right now, it was all she had.

She dragged her feet to the kitchen, her green fuzzy slippers scuffing along the carpet. As she passed by the housecat perched on the barstool, he merely opened one eye at her before returnign to his nap. Damn cat had always loved Gregory more than Jesse anyhow. The girl didn't have the heart to get rid of him though. The cat was all she had left. These thoughts swam through her head as she picked up the blender and refilled her glass. It was only margarita number two, but who knew how many would follow? Wiping the condesation from her hands onto her sweatpants, she trudged back towards the big, overstuffed couch that she had turned into a nest of sorts. A comforter was balled up and a large pillow was also present. Empty ice cream cartons littered the ground and the coffee table, along with magazines and the occasional dirty Kleenex. None of this was apparent to the brunette who had almost reached her sanctuary. However, it was not to be. The doorbell went off, causing Jesse to ump, sloshing margarita on her hand and arm.

"Damn it," she cursed whoever was at the door. "Who the heck could that be anyway? It's 2 AM on a weekday and I'm not feeling real social." Jesse was muttering to herself, as she headed towards the door, not even bothering to check the peephole. The girl figured if it was a murderer on the other side of the door, she'd be better off.

Sliding the bolt, Jesse made sure to paste an incredibly irritated expression on her face. Whoever was on the other side of that door was going to get an earful. Yanking open the front door, she opened her mouth to give 'em hell. Unfortunately for Jesse, her own personal hell awaited her.

The sight of him froze her, her mouth wide open and her expression a combination of shock and disbelief. Her fingers slowly slid from the glass in her hand, and the margarita crashed to the floor. Its container shattered, sending glass everywhere. The sound of it seemed to jolt Jesse a little as she suddenly found words coming from her mouth.

"Austin," she stated, her voice barely even a whisper. The one word she forced out seemed to lend her some strength and she struggled to get a hold of herself. "Get the hell out of my house."
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