|10-08-2011, 01:31 PM||#1|
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Character Name: Madelaine Blanchard
Character Age: 17
Birthday: August 28, 224
Current Location: Arbrecht
Player Base: Émilie Dequenne
Personality: Madelaine lives her life at court, attended by maids and served meals as she requests them. But there is no challenge in that life, nothing to entertain her or keep her occupied. She has a measure of freedom, she can go riding when she wishes – when no one thinks to have her entertain the daughter of a visiting lord – and see her sister when she is not holding court. There is no one who will talk to her, discuss things with her, tell her what goes on outside her walls. So she steals information where she can get it.
She can only talk to Alaine, but she's not enough. Not that Madelaine doesn't love her, of course she does. Alaine is all there is left of her family, but she wishes for more. Not just entertainment, but nourishment. Books keep her company, and she likes to observe the people of court; what alliances are forged in the corner of the courtroom may not be her concern, she would probably be better served ignoring them entirely, but they are fun. And she sometimes bets with the steward on whom will fall out of favour next. At least she does not have to bear presiding over them, like her sister.
Nor does she bother to control her temper. Madelaine is mercurial at best, and her captivity has brought out the worst in her. All the fault of the Fitzwulfs, the worthless pack of idiots! Her father taught Alaine and her to hate them, and now they've killed her brother, her parents and her uncle. They have stolen her sister and keeps them both captive. And she, Madelaine, is at their mercy. To marry off to a man of their choice, or to keep behind lock and key at their whim. What would be worse, she wondered, chained, or married to a man she hated, living half a life? The one positive thing about her captivity is the richness of her clothes, and the luxury of her room. Being the sister of the Queen comes with certain benefits, regardless of the King's lineage.
She grieved greatly for her mother, and misses her terribly. Though no one knows what happened to her brother, Madelaine assumes he is dead. Even if he is alive, she does not see how he could ever return to the kingdom. No, knights in shining armour stopped coming to their rescue when her father had to give up his rule.
History: Madelaine is a summer child, and was the apple of her father's eye. They grew up comfortably, having the run of the castle. Madelaine had a small court of her own, the baker's boy and his friends. But she was not supposed to play in the mud with the boys, and had to turn her attention to the art of nobility. It was an art: courtesies, titles, banners, histories and alliances – and her favourite, riding. It was almost as good as playing, and so much better than dancing.
Unlike her sister, who refused to pretend at being a lady, Madelaine found it useful. If she courtsied, embroidered and looked nice, she could have her way so much easier. Corsets were the price of freedom. Her father liked it, and Mother seemed, with a quick glance, to see through it all, and Madelaine hoped, approved.
She knew that her uncle had been killed before she was born, and that it was the fault of the Fitzwulfs. All the ails of her world were wrought at their hands, it seemed. When they invaded she was ten. Madelaine was told nothing, she was judged too young to understand. So she stayed alone in her room. But she understood more than enough: they had come to kill her family, and she hated them for it. Her father gave up his rule in exchange for their freedom, and she was taken by the Fitzwulfs to their home. Madelaine watched as Alaine was married to a man they both hated. She was installed in a comfortable room, given access to all the books she wanted, given relative freedom to come and go. The Blanchards had been reduced to two dolls in a gilded cage.
And one of them, Madelaine, was quite suddenly expanding in all sorts of queer places. Wider hips she could live with, her dresses covered them, but bigger breasts were annoying. She longed for her mother, whom she'd mourned when she passed, but missed more than ever. She knew that the Fitzwulfs couldn't be responsible, but if only they hadn't ruined everything, everyone would be home, and alive. Plague or no plague. Corbin would still be there, she could go to her Mother for comfort and advice, and Father would preside over everything.
Alaine became pregnant quickly, too quickly for Madelaine's liking; she should have refused him, jumped out of the window rather than share a bed with the enemy. But, as usual, she had no say in anything. Madelaine Blanchard, an inconsequential girl of 17, ward of the enemy.
'Do what you will with it, I'm not seeing anyone today,' Madelaine said, looking up from her book at the maid tying back her hair. Another beautiful day, and she had nothing to do. Perhaps she would ride? No, not riding. And the book was boring. Aah!
'Is there something amiss, lady?' the maid said.
'What? No,' said Madelaine.
'Very well, lady.'
'Is there anyone arriving today?'
'No, not that I know of.'
So, no hope for entertainment there, either. Perhaps Alaine would see her? But she had her own burdens to shoulder. The face in the mirror looked haggard, her eyes were red, cheeks aflame and lips dry and bitten. At least her hair was out of the way. 'You may leave me,' Madelaine said to her reflection. Getting up and going to the window, she looked out. She would ride after all. In a flash, Madelaine had called back her maid, gotten dressed, and ran out the door to her rooms. Halfway down a flight of stairs, she almost ran into some man on his way up. All she'd seen of him was a black dot she'd assumed was a sconce on the wall.
'Would you kindly move, sir? I am on my way out, and in a hurry,' Madelaine said, glaring at him. The half-run had left her breathless, and her riding outfit was quite a bit tighter than it used to - she must eat less.
[Time Line Events]
Year 218: Corbin Blanchard is born.
Year 221: Alaine Blanchard is born.
Year 224: Madelaine Blanchard is born.
Year 234-238: The Fitzwulfs overthrow the Blanchards. Alaine Blanchard is betrothed to Jon Fitzwulf.
Year 236: Queen Blanchard dies from the plague.
Year 238: Cesaire Blanchard dies. Corbin Blanchard goes missing and is presumed dead.
Year 240: Alaine Blanchard weds Jon Fitzwulf.
Year 241: Game start.
House Blanchard -former rulers of Heldenbrecht/Kelailles
**-Andrien Blanchard – Unnamed Wife
***-Cesaire Blanchard – Rohine Alysworth
*****-Alaine Blanchard Fitzwulf
***-Adelard Blanchard – Elisabeth Fitzwulf
***-Aurelie Blanchard Hallvador
***-Sepphora Blanchard Vulferam
**-Doriane Blanchard Harcourt
**-Edouard Blanchard -- Unnamed Wife
***-Alexandrine Blanchard Fleurant
|10-10-2011, 12:40 PM||#2|
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