Post by Jeannette Day on May 22, 2013 23:03:52 GMT -5
Jeannette Day
Character Information
Full Name:Jeannette Marie Day
Date of Birth: January 6, 1862
Original or Canon?: Canon
Face Claim: Mia Wasikowska
Physicality
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Hair: Jeannette's hair is long and dark brown. She typically wears it in either a long braid or a bun tucked up beneath her cap.
Eyes: Her eyes are dark brown and somewhat big.
Height: 5'2"
Body Type: She's short and thin, with a delicate face.
Complexion: She's slightly tanned and has a mostly clear completion.
Description: Jeannette is small, thin and waifish. Her face is plain, her nose slightly stubbed, and she frequently shows dark circles under her eyes. She's a bony girl, and dresses in plain, simple dresses. Jeannette also wears a uniform of sorts, composed of a long sleeved blue or black dress, white apron and white mob cap, and black boots. On her days off, she dresses in dark brown, green or blue dresses. She also has a plain white nightgown that she wears to bed. Nighttime is the only time her hair is down. Jeannette has scars that run the length of her back, from her neck to her waist, from her from her father's frequent beatings when she was a girl. Her hands and feet are tiny, her fingers long and delicate.
General Personality
Loves: God, the Saints, music and angels
Likes: Going to Mass, prayers, being outside, animals
Dislikes: Arrogance, being inside, storms, and the cold
Hates: Conflict
Fears: Her father, small spaces, the dark and water.
Dreams: Being a writer, traveling and being a mystic.
Short Term Goals: To save money and avoid her father.
Long Term Goals: To see the world, get a story published.
Strengths: Sweet, compassionate, gentle, determined, loyal.
Weaknesses: Sometimes timid, awkward, stubborn, prudish, judgmental
Talents: Sewing, making up stories, good with animals
Personality: First and foremost, Jeannette is a deeply religious Roman Catholic. She attends Mass and receives the Sacraments as often as she can, and she prays and goes to Confession at every available opportunity. Her faith is simple, and at times, all consuming. This firm trust in God helps to give her confidence--not necessarily in herself--but in her Voices. In spite of this devotion, her actual knowledge is limited--she's illiterate, and knows only two prayers, the Pater Nostre and the Ave Maria, as well as The Credo.
Besides her religion, Jeannette loves and is devoted to her Voices—three disembodied entities who spoke to her from out of a bright light. She calls them her saints and says that they are Saint Michael, Saint Margaret and Saint Catherine--the three saints who came to St. Joan of Arc, for whom Jeannette is named and with whom she feels a special affinity. Only she can see and hear them. They bring her messages and instructions--some of which she understands and some of which she doesn't. They have been coming to her since she was twelve or thirteen, and she loves them better than anything else.
Fiercely protective of her Voices, she doesn't suffer doubters gladly. Her Voices are good and they come from God. Anyone who says differently is liable to a sharp rebuke, at best. Due to her dedication to these heavenly messengers--and the words they bring--she's prone to slipping off by herself to pray and speak with them--and woe betide anyone who interrupts her at either, particularly if her Voices are speaking with her. She won't hesitate to complain that she can't hear her Voices because of the noise around her. Jeannette will also happily converse with her Saints if they arrive in the midst of a previous conversation--as their messages are, of course, more important, in her mind.
Though gentle, Jeannette can--and will--use her temper and her sometimes sharp tongue to get things done in the way in which she wants them to be done. Fully convinced in her own mind of her mission and its origins, she plans on using that confidence in dealing with those around her, especially individuals who are unwilling to listen to her at first. She was also very persistent, refusing to give up until she gets what she wants. Growing up a farmer in the country--albeit a fairly well-off one--Jeannette is used to hard work and making do. She's practical, with a down-to-earth nature.
However, Jeannette's stubborn streak, impatience and insistence on holiness have also led her into trouble on numerous occasions. She and her father clash frequently, as she often neglects her chores to go off by herself with her Voices. Jeannette is also arrogant and pompish, believing that her way is best. She frequently appeals to her status as "La Pucelle"--the name her Voices gave her--as a justification for why she's right and the other party is in the wrong. Thus, she is prone to thinking that she is always right about generally everything.
Jeannette doesn't take kindly to being ignored and will sometimes get hostile when she feels that she's being overlooked. This is particularly true if the matter involves something which her Voices have bid her to do. Though not hostile toward men, the rough treatment she's received from the men she's ran into in Paris has made her somewhat wary, and she's quick to misjudge harmless flirting and teasing as something more offensive--and deserving of a good scolding. She can be sensitive to criticism, and is prone to making snippy--and at times belittling--comments if she feels threatened by someone. Possessing no patience for absurdities, she doesn't hesitate to use sarcasm when confronted by them.
Although generally tough and unyielding, Jeannette can--and does--show compassion and behave gently. She cares deeply for her family and the friends that she has, and will go to almost any lengths to protect them. Children, animals and the less fortunate are the other most likely candidates to see this side of her. When necessary, she can be deferential--i.e. using proper forms of address, though that curtesy vanishes if a conflict arises. Violence, though necessary, disturbs her, and she takes pains to avoid it.
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Specific Details
Country of Origin: France
Languages They Speak: French
Occupation: Christine's maid
Relationship Status: Single
History
Family: Pierre Day--Father
Isabelle Day--mother
Jean Day--brother
Marie Day--sister deceased
Luc Day--brother
Paul Day--brother
Friends: Christine Daaé
Rivals: None
Enemies: None
Pet(s): None
Biography:
Jeannette was born to Pierre and Isabelle Day on January 6th, in a remote corner of the France. From the start, her childhood was different. Her parents lived in a tiny village, made up of about 250 people. Being so small, everyone in the village helped out in some form or fashion. The villagers raised sheep, vegetables, and grain, selling the fruits of their labors at the nearby towns.
Because the village was several days' ride by wagon from the cities, the men did not go often. Jeannette's mother--like the other women--stayed at home, tending to the children and the house. She and the other women would spin wool into cloth from which they made everyone's clothes, using natural dyes to add color. Jeannette's sister Marie married young and died in childbirth with the baby in spite of the midwife's best efforts.
For the first thirteen years of her life, Jeannette lived quietly, helping her mother about their house, tending to her chores, playing with the other children, and trying to avoid her father's stern discipline-- in the form of his belt across her bare back, being shut up in the cupboard, or dunked in water. Though schooling was generally discouraged--the villagers generally saw no need of it--the children were taught simple math--counting, addition and subtraction--and to write their names, as well as to read, though Jeannette is a slow reader and often has difficulty with it.
If she wasn't helping her mother or playing with the other children, Jeannette was inside the village church, praying. A devout girl, Jeannette would drop to her knees in reverence each time the bells sounded--a dedication for which her friends often mocked her. As she grew older, her visits to the church became more frequent, so much so that Father Jean gave her a key so that she could come and go as she pleased.
At thirteen, her life changed dramatically. One afternoon, while sitting in her father's garden, her voices came to her. Arriving in a blinding flash of light, they identified themselves as Saint Michael, Saint Margaret and Saint Catherine--the same voices that had come to Jeanne Darc, who was becoming popular in France again. They had told her to be good, go to church, say her prayers. She never told anyone, not even the priest.
In the months that followed, the voices continued to come. Though their message was simple at first, soon their requests became more difficult—and more insistent. They told Jeannette that she had to go to Paris. Once there, they would tell her what to do.
As the years passed, the voices became more insistent. In order to cope, she began to withdraw, spending more and more time with her Voices, as they spoke to her every day by this point. Her parents tried questioning her, but she refused to provide them with any information. She even avoided the church for a while, as the priest was becoming suspicious. He tried to encourage her to open up to him, as he was concerned that something wasn’t right at home. When Jeannette finally did return, she went to the church only at night, using the key the priest had given her. She remained this way for four years, a virtual recluse, almost mute.
When she was seventeen, she couldn’t ignore her Voices any longer. Finally, in the middle of the night, Jeannette stole away. She headed for Paris. Her Voices had told her that she’d find the people she needed there. She cut her hair and dressed as a boy to keep herself safe. Now she works for Christine and waits for her Voices to reveal her mission to her.
Optional Character Information
(Recommended If Able)
Nickname(s): Nettie
Voice Claim: Joan Baez
Approximate Weight: 105 lbs
Religious Beliefs: Catholic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Social Rank: Working class
Favourite Colour(s): Green, blue and purple
Favourite Food: Chocolate
Favourite Animal: Cat
Quote: None yet.
Song That Describes Character: TomorrowWill Be Kinder by The Secret Sisters
RP Sample
RP Sample:
Jeannette hummed to herself as she smoothed out one of Miss Christine's dresses and placed it in the valise. The song she sang was one of the hymns sung at the Mass she'd only just returned from. It had been a bit of a walk from the church back, and Jeannette had to pause for breath before diving into her work. They were returning today to Paris, from their visit to Madame Valarius, and the suitcase had to be ready so that they could catch the train. A small smile tugged at the girl's lips. The older woman was as dear to her as her own mother. Little wonder her mistress should love her so. Finished with the dresses, Jeannette snatched up the red scarf, laying across the back of a chair, and added it as well.
Surely her mistress would be angry with her if she forgot that. And she couldn't lose this place. She was in Paris for a reason and if she lost her job and had to return home...not to mention what her father would say if he knew. She should write, tell them where'd she'd gone, if only so that they wouldn't think she'd run off and become a woman of the streets. But she couldn't bring herself to pick up the pen and do it. Suppose they found her, and tried to bring her home again? Jeannette shuddered and shook her head. No. She wasn't going back there. Not ever. If her father learned of her Voices, he'd have her committed. No. She wouldn't let that happen. All she had to do was be good, do as she was told, and she could keep her place. She would be safe and maybe, one day soon, her Voices would tell her why they'd sent her to Paris.
Singing the Agnus Dei now under her breath, Jeannette went to fetch her mistress' shoes. Wiping them off with a cloth, she set them in a little box beside the valise. Best not to get dust on all the pretty dresses, after all. Hands on hips, Jeannette surveyed the room. She chewed her lip, shaking her head. What on earth was she forgetting? Something, surely. But what? Then she spotted it, draped across the bed. Miss Christine's nightgown. Jeannette grabbed it, folded it and placed it in the suitcae. There now. Everything was ready. Her own valise had been packed before she'd left for church, and now waited by the door. All she needed was her mistress, and they could be off for the train station.
Surely her mistress would be angry with her if she forgot that. And she couldn't lose this place. She was in Paris for a reason and if she lost her job and had to return home...not to mention what her father would say if he knew. She should write, tell them where'd she'd gone, if only so that they wouldn't think she'd run off and become a woman of the streets. But she couldn't bring herself to pick up the pen and do it. Suppose they found her, and tried to bring her home again? Jeannette shuddered and shook her head. No. She wasn't going back there. Not ever. If her father learned of her Voices, he'd have her committed. No. She wouldn't let that happen. All she had to do was be good, do as she was told, and she could keep her place. She would be safe and maybe, one day soon, her Voices would tell her why they'd sent her to Paris.
Singing the Agnus Dei now under her breath, Jeannette went to fetch her mistress' shoes. Wiping them off with a cloth, she set them in a little box beside the valise. Best not to get dust on all the pretty dresses, after all. Hands on hips, Jeannette surveyed the room. She chewed her lip, shaking her head. What on earth was she forgetting? Something, surely. But what? Then she spotted it, draped across the bed. Miss Christine's nightgown. Jeannette grabbed it, folded it and placed it in the suitcae. There now. Everything was ready. Her own valise had been packed before she'd left for church, and now waited by the door. All she needed was her mistress, and they could be off for the train station.
About You
Name: Finley
Gender: Female
How Long Have You Been Roleplaying?: Two years now I think. Maybe three.
What Type(s) of "Roleplay" Have You Done?: Writing, fandoms, fantasy, sci fi, real life.
Where Have You Roleplayed? What Sites Do You Belong To?: Seattle:Drop By Drop. Bordertown: An Elfside Story, I Once Was Lost, Noctre Aeternum, Moulon Rouge, and Styrgian Rapture. I've played on a lot of others, mostly sci fi or fantasy, or vampire themed.
What Fandoms Have You Played Before?: multi-fandoms, where I played Joan of Arc.
Who Recruited You? How Did You Find Out About Us?: RPG-D
Contact Information: PM for skype, AIM
Anything Else?: I'm in grad school, so I'm pretty busy most of the time.
Required Information
Sources Used In Research:I used the personality and history from another site I play the character on.
PASSWORD: Dear Obersquawk...
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