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Quartz M. Jones

"Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence. The Words Never Quite Equal The Experience Behind Them." ~ Charles Simic

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a character in “The Gilded”, as played by BenjimynFrankielyyn

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"Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence. The Words Never Quite Equal The Experience Behind Them."
~ Charles Simic




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FULL NAME
Quartz Marie Jones

NICKNAMES
Q/Que: Its the most common but she likes it. Its very simple which is why she likes it so much.
Red: She has red hair, she hates this nickname because she sees it as unimaginative.
Pixie: A well loved nickname that playing on that fact that she is short and delicate built.

DATE OF BIRTH:
January 9th

AGE
Eight-teen

OCCUPATION
Gilded

GENDER
Female

SEXUALITY
Bi-Sexual

DIALOGUE COLOR
Dialogue: #347e81 || Thought: #92dbff





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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Quartz is a very small girl, barley reaching the 5 foot mark and barely weighing in at a 100 pounds with fiery hair and bright blue eyes. She wears alot of black and red clothing that accents her pale skin. Her Mistress has had onyx, rubies, and diamonds implanted into her skin. Mostly on her collar bones and shoulders with just a few along Quartz's hair line. Her gilded marks are abstract and seem to connect is odd ways, they cover her body lightly with the thicker lines being on her arms, legs, back and the sides of her torso. The lighter lines loop around the gems on her collar bones and hair line, and can be occasionally seen on her stomach depending on the clothing she wears.

Her Mistress is pretty lenient with her and in such she wears whatever she wants, does her make up however she wishes, and is often experimenting with hair styles. Of course this leniency is often frowned upon by others but as of yet her Mistress has not done anything to remove the freedom she has allowed Quartz and so she continues to do as she pleases with her appearance, except of course hide her markings.
Quartz's Style
PERSONALITY
Eccentric Argumentative Exuberant Temperamental Cold Adventurous Kind Courageous

Quartz is an easy person to like, yeah she has her faults like the fact that she is temperamental and never backs down a fight, the fact that she is far to argumentative for her own good. Really, she can argue anything and typically she uses actually facts to back it up but what's the point of arguing the color spectrum and how it is very possible that what she sees as green and what she calls green could be what someone else sees as red? No use is the answer but she will argue it.

Though typically a loving person, to new people Quartz's very cold. Not that she doesn't want to get to know them or be around them but simply that she isn't sure whether she can trust them yet or what she can trust them with. This is the reason she comes off as cold toward people she doesn't know, her friends will laugh and tell the newcomers all about their first meeting with Quartz when its mentioned. To them its just who she is and its just an endearing little personality quirk.

Those are the not so good thing about her, but she is eccentric and happy. Even though cold toward new people she draws them in with her eccentric attire and her laughter that is bight and full. Her smiles that fill her face and her bright blue eyes that show her emotions so very clearly never leaving anyone with a doubt about how she is feeling. Her exuberant nature, her tendency to be eccentric, and adventurous are just some of her good qualities. Its just who she is and her faults cant mar the good points of her personality.

Seeing as she was only with her family until her tenth birthday and as such doesn't remember them well but she is really close to her Patrician and was quite close to several of the boys and girls from the orphanage. For awhile they were all she had to live for until she was 'adopted'into becoming a Gilded.

LIKES
Hot Chocolate: The warm rich taste of the chocolate on her tongue matched with a light rain or chilly morning is the best and she considers it a sinful experience.
Wood Fire: The smell of the smoke, the warmth it gives, and the knowledge that if not contained would mean doom always appealed to her for some reason.
Working Out: Who does like the feeling or sore muscles, light sweat, and a comfortable exhaustion? Well, most people dont but it makes her feel powerful to know that she can do more then she could the day before.
Romantic Books: The pure idea of love and soul mates has always enthralled her even if she has a hard time believing in them.
Old Blues: The soulful sound of the softly played instruments and emotion filled voices give her peace and relax her in away that nothing else can.

DISLIKES
Anxiety: She has suffered from anxiety for most of her life and it is something she hates, it is a large part of her fear of being lost and refuses to go anywhere by herself even though she has permission to do so.
Humid Weather: Her naturally softly curled hair puffs up and is unmanageable in humid weather and it also makes her sweat, both are reasons she hates it. Also, it is normally appears before thunder storms, which are something that she dislikes.
Thunder Storms: Harsh wind, loud noise, flashes of lightning, blinding rain, all scary parts of thunder storms which she not only dislikes but also frighten her.
Arrogant People: She grew up poor, spent time in an orphanage, and then was adopted to become a Gilded. All things those who have money often look down upon which frustrates and displeases Quartz.
Unnecessary Noise: Back ground noise is one thing but too much noise well give her headaches which always turn into migraines.

FEARS
☠Cars: An understandable fear given she lost her whole family because of a car crash, its not that she cant get into a car but she is very nervous when she enters one and trys her best o do so rarely.
☠Blood: After her parents car crash she kept having nightmares about twisted metal and blood every where, then she saw a dog get hit in the road and sense then the sight of someone elses blood will make her faint.
☠Getting Lost: There is no rational reason for this fear, she has just always had it and as such Quartz refuses to go anywhere alone.





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BIOGRAPHY
One stormy night in the middle of winter Donald and Michelle Jones rushed through the bumpy mountain roads to get to a hospital. Little Alex sat in the backseat pouting that the families annual Christmas camping trip was being cut short all because the younger sibling he didn't want was trying to make their presence known five and a half weeks early. Lightning flashed in the sky as Michelle let out a small scream and Donald cursed under his breath. His eyes were frantic as he tried to find the sign for the main road that should get them to the nearest hospital in just under twenty minutes.

After almost thirty more minutes they finally made it to the small hospital and Michelle was rushed into a birthing room, Alex waited with his dad in the waiting room scared because all he could hear was the pain filled screams that came from the rooms near by. Clinging to his father the little boy cried sure that all the women hidden behind closed doors were dying just like his mom. Five hours later, a shaky Donald and the tear stained Alex were finally allowed in Michelle's room where she laid peacefully but sweaty and tired. Donald helped Alex on to the bed where he peered into the sleeping, pink blanket wrapped bundle. Though he didn't want a younger sibling he decided in that moment a little sister wasn't a bad thing, at least he wouldn't have to share his toys. Quartz, that was the name he chose for his baby sister not knowing that it wasn't his choice but his parents smiled and went with it.

Five years later and Alex had long come to the conclusion that there was something wrong with his baby sister, she wanted nothing to do with all her pretty dolls or squishy stuff animals but instead wanted to play with her older brothers old Tonka trucks and play in the mud, not that he really minded because he gave him something to do. It was also a lot of fun to see her look so agitated when forced to wear pretty dresses and bows. At ten, he thought he was much to cool for his five year old sister and when his friends came over was far crueler then needed to make sure she left them alone.

It wasn't until she was seven or eight, after a very mean joke, that Alex realized just how much he loved his little sister because she ran off and not ten minutes later he heard her scream and while his friends joked that she was being a baby he rushed to find her and found that she had fallen from a tree and broke her arm. Quartz never blamed him though. This was a turning point for their relationship, one that the sweet little girl was very happy with. It was only a few years later, right after her tenth birthday, while she was sleeping at a friends place her parents and brother were in a car crash where they all died leaving her all alone.

Quartz was sent to one of the better orphanage known as Angels Keep, a pretty well known hunting ground for Gildeds because it only takes beautiful boys and girls. After five years of living here making friends and slowly healing from having her family ripped away from her, she was adopted by her Patrician who she has lived happily and comfortably with for the past three years.

MISCELLANEOUS
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So begins...

Quartz M. Jones's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones

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The problem with having the wealth and power that he did meant that it often fell on Silas to host his peers and their over-the-top demands when it came time for holidays or any other celebration. One such holiday had always been welcoming in the new year in the dead of winter. Temperatures in Arcadia never reached above forty degrees in the winter, and a thin sheet of snow coated everything.

A unforgiving wind whipped through the streets that day, driving most Patricians into the cover of their automobiles to reach whatever party they would be attending. Silas's was only for the cream of the crop, of course. A man in his position could not afford to invite those who didn't belong there. Despite that, his home seemed packed to the brim. The manor stood on the edge of Arcadia, in the same place his mentor had begun its construction so many years ago. And now, here it was - a looming, multi-story thing of near-palatial quality.

It was Harvey who had requested the layout that, frankly, had no place among the most modern pieces of architecture. It seemed to glow in the moonlight, the white of the building reflecting the light like a beacon. A courtyard in the center stretched the length of the mansion, but it had been covered for the comfort of the party-goers.

It was in the courtyard that Silas stood now, engaged in a conversation with far too many people at once. Like most of the conversations that night, it involved talk about the recent protests that had sprung up in smaller, less significant cities across The Republic earlier that day. That was the problem with mass media, he found - news spread far too quickly. He hadn't even had time to be briefed before the concerned phone calls came into his secretary and the more influential Patricians appeared at his doorstep.

"It's outrageous, I say," blubbered a woman to his right. She was a journalist, he recalled, one of the first who had appeared on his doorstep that morning. "The gall of some...frankly, I don't see what they plan to accomplish." She turned quickly, facing Silas with a hungry look in her eyes. "What do you make of it?"

Societal change slips under our noses, suddenly integrates itself into life.

He had been watching Canan from a slight distance, having let her wander off among the flowers in the garden. Once upon a time, that could have - would have - been him. He had been so young then, but here he stood, a changed man. He could hardly imagine a life without the Gilded.

It was ironic that despite all of his schooling, he had seemed to forget one of the earliest lessons he had learned as a child, that there was an ugly side to the Gilded that the media, the endless commercials and promotions didn't show. He could hardly remember a time without the looming presence of the Gilded.

"We...owe it to the people of The Republic to let them speak for themselves," he began, his hand tightening for a moment on his tumbler of some drink he had long forgotten about. "But we will ensure their civil liberties do not infringe upon those of other citizens." He gestured about the circle, his hand almost hesitating as he gestured past a few of the Gilded that stood by their respective Patricians.

He looked to the journalist now, and she gave a slow nod, already pounding his words into her sleek cellular device with her thumb. They would be across the nation in just minutes. An urge struck him, and he downed the rest of his drink before excusing himself and walking towards the bar, seeking something else to calm newly frazzled nerves.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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Wearing an outfit that was both modest and sexy, Magnolia stood off to the side, playing with the satin of her dresses skirt. She had found the perfect spot to watch while her Patrician went and rubbed elbows, or instigate a fight by speaking his mind sense he was rather more open minded then most. Sense no one was really paying her any attention she was watching the going ons around her. Her jewel toned eyes focusing on the Silas Buchanan, the host of tonights extravagant party. Attractive, tall, dark, but totally out of her league even if she hadn't signed away her freedom to become a Gilded and potentially have a better life once she was released.

Not that Magnolia was complaining, her Patrician was kind and didn't really want her to do more then be herself, be his daughters friend, and of course better herself by using the resources he has kindly offered her. He, for the most part, left her alone and to her own devices unless he wanted to accompany him to parties and such. Now, though, standing on the outskirts of a beautiful party filled with beautiful people admired but ignored she couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. Deciding that standing in one spot was making her depressed she decided to move about, walking the outskirts. Smiling and nodding to people she knew and avoiding the reporters, all of them a hungry look to them that told her that they were searching to get a Gilded's point of view on the protests.






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"Priscilla, have fun dear. You know who you can talk to and who is off limits. Please avoid the reporters, Actually, im not asking. Avoid the reporters. By the way, have I told you that you look lovely? Because you do." Edmund said with a smile, he adjusted his tie as he handed his coat over to the attendant and smoothed a hand over his hair, smiling to a few of the men and women he knew he peeked at Priscilla from the corner of his eye, "Before you wander off, let us say hello to the host of tonights event my dear." he stated in his charming manner as he offered his arm to his Gilded. She did look lovely as he had stated but he only really kept a Gilded because it was expected of him. The last of the Gray line and all, he was rarely home and he truly felt awful that he basically kept this beautiful dove locked in a cage but it was the way of life.

Walking with purpose filled strides he made his way over to Silas, a wide smile on his lips, "Hello Silas, it appears that you have out done yourself once again." Edmund greeted, probably in a far to personal way. He never was one for propriety and often shrugged it off, much to the chagrin of his peers. His eyes only briefly flickered down to Silas's Gilded, Canan he believed she was called before he focused back on to his host, "Chilly tonight, isn't it?" once again interrupting one of the less prominent men that had been trying to speak to Silas. Tapping Priscilla's hand twice as if to let her know she could wander off he kept his focus and his smile directed toward Silas.

Edmund really wasn't one for fancy parties or get togethers sense it interrupted his few free moments that he wasnt working but this was one of the biggest of the year and they were a great way to get some extra business, that being said though he had always enjoyed the few talks he had, had with Silas in the past and in such he was hoping to pass most of the night having another.





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Quartz enjoyed having attention upon her, especially when she knows she looks good. Which of course she did, a tight fitted black silk dress clung to her tiny frame, accenting her milky skin and fiery hair just like the gems that had been implanted upon her flesh. Looking up at her Patrician, her friend, and her occasional lover she smiled "Shall we enjoy ourselves?" she asked, her voice soft and musical as her eyes roamed the room. Though she has been to many parties like this one in the past three years she has been with Rosemary, they never stop exciting her.

She wasn't as naive or as childlike as some of the Gildeds she has meet in the past, she was often referred to a mature and she had even heard a few call her undesirable because of it but she was wanted by Rosemary and that was all that mattered to her. She was perfect for her Mistress, or at least she was under the impression that she was, and together they were happy. Keeping on hand on Rosemary she followed beside her as they moved through the crowds that parted for elegant pair.

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Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones

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Rosemary looked over the party with a small smirk and a tangy of amuse in her eye. Years had passed and occasions like this never grew dull, only because it allowed her to to show off her worth. She looked over to Quartz, the walking embodiment of her wealth, and smiled. "Shall we enjoy ourselves?" To this Rosemary could make no argument; though the girl was a glitzy show piece, she was also the dearest friend of the Patrician. Rosemary took hold of Quartz's hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"You know me, Quartz, I love to indulge." As Rose spoke she lead the two of them over to a table full of drinks and food, all looked divine. She ran her fingers over small sandwiches and chocolates, yet got the chance to pick up any before a stranger walked up to her. "Ms. Rouge," a voice spoke to her, which she gave her attention, "you look exquisite, and so does your Gilded." The man reached out to touch Quartz, Rosemary held up her hand to the man to put a stop to this. she wouldn't allow for that, though Quartz was a Gilded she was more than just some object to be played with in the eyes of Rose. The man then smiled, nodded, and walked away. Once the man was gone Rose placed a small kiss on Quart'z forehead, "He was right though, I do look exquisite." That night she was dressed in a a blazer that only had the bottom two buttons done, that showed off her nice cleavage, and a fitted pair of black dress pants. Her makeup wasn't over the top, her foundation even, her lips cherry red, her eyelashes elongated, and a sharp wing. Rosemary wore no jewelry, besides pieces of diamonds sewn into her hair. "Though," she added after a long pause, "you look more divine than I" To this a small chuckle escaped her lips.

Now back to finding something to snack on." Facing back to the table she ended up picking up a piece of fine chocolate and dropped it into her mouth. It was soft and fluffy, within seconds it had melted in her mouth. "Oh my god, Quartz, you must try this." She picked up another one letting it melt on her tongue once again and sighed from the good taste. "Silas always has such good food."

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones Character Portrait: Amias Vennum

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Startling at the touch of something prodding into the base of her back Magnolia spun quickly, eyes wide in shock but jeweled toned eyes flashing with fire. Coming face to face, well chest, with a herculean man at least a foot taller then her and a huge wolf. Cocking her head to the side as she studied him, her lips slightly pinched and furrow had appeared between her finely arched eyebrows. “My apologies, my companion must have been very curious to seek you out.”, a small airy laugh escaped her lips as she shrugged elegantly with a small quirk of her lips.

"Well I feel I should apologize for distracting such a fine and noble creature. So please forgive me." Magnolia giggled lightly, her eyes filled with mirth. "Walk with me? Though I am treated well by my Patrician and I enjoy being his daughters companion, there are far to many Patricians here tonight who see me as nothing but a trophy to look at and in some cases...touch." she ended with a growl. Though the party was loud a distinctive clicking sound from across the room caused her head to snap in the direction as her eyes darted around before landing on Amias. It appeared he wasnt looking for her so Magnolia turned back to her unknown companion.

Raising her hand to her hair she fiddled with the flower clip before noticing the nervous gesture and jerking her hand down, "Im Magnolia Krane by the way." she told him as an after thought, the cool air fluttered through the room and made her shiver slightly. One would think that with the amount of people milling about that it really would be warmer but apparently not.





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Tilting he's head in understanding Edmund matched Silas's steps, "Maybe its our age, maybe we simply feel it more as we continue to age." he chuckled deeply. "Xena, dear, you look lovely and I am truly offended that all I get is a smile and nod. No kiss? Or at least a hug?" he oozed charm while wiggling his eyebrows with a laugh.

"You are quite right though Silas, what a time to live. Gildeds, the Elite, Riots... I haven't been able to catch the news only heard the murmurs. Do you think there will be more or that they will get worse?" Edmund asked with a sigh, his normally cheerful exasperation dull with worry before shaking his head. "If you had told me ten years ago that I would be sitting here, with you, with a Gilded in my care, running a Gallery, frustrated by Riots for Gilded rights. I would have called you a liar. Sitting here is unbelievable and though I had dreamed of it I never thought I would achieve it but I had never realized how tired I would be once I made it here. Sorry, guess im getting sentimental." he ended with a laugh before the sound of clicking filled his ears and looked up in time to see Amias Vennum approach. Nodding his greeting Edmund waved to a waiter for a glass of whatever drink they were carrying through.





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Quartz had flinched away from the man, it was one thing to be touched by Rosemary but it was a whole nother to be touched by someone else. Luckily her Mistress stepped in and didnt allow that to happen. "Thank you for not allowing him to touch me." she whispered in a slightly shaky breath. It was probably the one thing Quartz hated about being a gilded and being considered beautiful, it made people want to touch her, "He was right though, I do look exquisite. Though, you look more divine than I" Rosemary stated and it made Quartz relax and release an almost childlike laugh before turning to the table filled with food.

"We both know that, that is untrue Mistress. We are both divine just in...Different ways. You tall and graceful, with a wisdom that shines in your eyes." She said in a breathy voice for Rosemary's ears only, "I on the other hand, am considered tiny and delicate, childlike really." she finished with a shrug and smile.

Taking her Mistresses advice on the chocolate she dropped a piece in her mouth and released a small moan of pleasure. "That is just sinful, we should get tomorrow so we can enjoy it at home." she said in a slightly questioning tone as she peeked up and her Patrician through her thick dark lashes, playing coy in the hopes that Rosemary would say yes. Chocolate was a secret obsession of the flame haired girls, so it was no surprise when she gabbed a dainty napkin and placed a few more pieces in it as she popped another on her tongue.