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Juliet Capulet

"Get busy living or get busy dying."

0 · 868 views · located in Verona, Pennsylvania

a character in “All The World's A Stage”, as played by Indila Eil

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{"Get busy living or get busy dying.” }

-Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption

{ The Hanging Tree: Tyler Ward & Alyson Stoner || The Funeral: Band of Horses || Runaway: Thriving Ivory || In My Bones: Ron Pope
Lampshades On Fire: Modest Mouse || Can't Pretend: Tom Odell || Little Talks: Of Monsters and Men }


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|【 Full Name 】|

Juliet Rose Capulet

|【 Nickname 】|

N/A

"My name is already short as it is."

|【 Birthday 】|

November 1st, 1994 (20)

|【 Ethnicity 】|

Italian

|【 Sexuality 】|

Heterosexual || Biromantic

|【 Occupation 】|

College Student || Aspiring Writer

Sole Heir to the Capulet's Dynasty

"I can be so much more than just my father's daughter"

|【 Hometown 】|

Verona, Pennsylvania




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{"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which, as they kiss, consume.” }

-Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI

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|【 Quirks || Habits || Oddities 】|
β–ͺIn the midst of boredom, she''l often find herself playing with her hair β–ͺShe tends to tap her fingers when she is feeling impatient β–ͺLacks tolerance towards spicy food and has a rather sweet tooth β–ͺRegardless of where she might be, she often carries various types of sweets β–ͺShe's extremely stubborn

|【 Talents || Strengths || Skills 】|
⚘Reading⚘ - Not remembering as much as a moment in her life where she hadn't had a book in hand. Juliet is known to be somewhat of a bookworm. She is able to read at an incredible speed and is able to quote citations by memory from her favorite novels.

⚘Writing⚘ - As a way for her to escape reality, Juliet finds pleasure in using her time to write short stories, novels, or her online blog.

⚘Wisdom & Knowledge⚘ - Although most of her experience comes from reading her books, Juliet can be both clever and extremely well cultured. She is rather opinionated and outspoken, and tends to speak up for herself and for others when called for.

⚘Perceptive⚘ - Picking up on skills and learning things at a rapid speed, allows Juliet to be called an accelerated learner. In more than one occasion will Juliet find herself to be thirsty for knowledge.

⚘Polyglotism/Multilingual⚘ - Although at first, learning a new language was simply a way to comply with her father's wishes, Juliet has grown passionate of this skill. As an avid reader, it also allows her to read foreign novels, without having to limit herself to read a translated version rather than the native language to which the novel was written.

|【 Flaws || Weaknesses 】|
⚘Stubborn⚘ - Perhaps one of the reasons why she is constantly clashing with her father, is that she takes after him in being extremely stubborn. Not necessarily believing in giving up, she is rather resilient and is very difficult for her to change her mind after her mind's set on something.

⚘Easily Distracted⚘ - Inevitably and without being able to help herself, Juliet tends to space out and her mind wanders off. She can be easily distracted, except when she is reading or writing; in which case she will be completely immerse in her work.

⚘Naive/Easily Manipulated⚘ - Mostly as a result of lacking experience in the outside world, Juliet may come off as naive in various occasions. She tends to believe people have a good nature by default and can therefore be rather easily manipulated.

⚘Dependent⚘ - This is easily one of the things she hates the most about herself. Given that growing up in one of the wealthiest aristocratic families where she had always being told what to do, how to act and what it's expected of her, Juliet has learned to become dependent on others.

|【 Fears 】|
ΓΈLosing RomeoΓΈ
ΓΈBeing a FailureΓΈ
ΓΈBeing Forgotten ΓΈ
ΓΈDying Alone on her SleepΓΈ
ΓΈNever Becoming IndependentΓΈ

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{"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite .”
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-William Shakespeare




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|【 Personality 】|

✦ Passionate ✧ Dependent ✦ Sentimentalist ✧ Stubborn ✦
✦ Kind ✧ Immature ✦ Loyal ✧ Rebellious ✦

Even when she has always been told what it's expected of her from the moment she drew her first breath, Juliet tends to dream a time when she will gain her independence and live the way she intends to. She is rather rebellious and goes against the norm of most aristocrats. She doesn't believe that she is superior to anybody and is a rather noble and humble person. Juliet has individualistic tendencies and believes in searching for her own happiness. Even though she can be very clever and intuitive, she is also very naive and oblivious when it comes to her judgment over other people. Often thinking that people are naturally good-hearted has lead to many misunderstanding and people taking advantage of her.

Ever since Juliet's nanny gifted her first novel, she has been filling her head with longing for adventures and for romance. As a result, Juliet has grown to be a helpless romantic who believes in true love. Despite there are many factors that say she is anything but, she is rather free-spirited which often causes her own dependence in others to be somewhat suffocating. Even when there is nothing more that she'd like to roam free on the streets of the city, her parents have managed to keep her occupied enough so that there's hardly any time for it.




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{"Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.” }

-Joseph Conrad

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|【 Place of Origin 】|

Verona, Pennsylvania

|【 History 】|

It goes without saying that the Capulets are a family of prestige and have always been on top of the social hierarchy as the elite in Verona. Always being an easy target for the spotlight, Juliet's parents are constantly concerned of their image and strive to be nothing short of the perfect family many describe them as. As it is expected, Juliet grew up in exuberant wealth as the sole heir and successor of the Capulet's bloodline.

Despite the many lonely nights in her childhood, somehow she'd manage to find comfort and company in the novels her nanny, Helena, provided her. It was through finding comfort by surrounding herself by fantasies and a thirst for adventure that she was able to cope with the pressure her parents constantly imposed over her. Indeed, it was only because of her fantasies and by her loving nanny, that young Juliet found herself living contempt and rather satisfied.

Throughout the years Juliet would spend most of her time and energy trying to please her ever-so-demanding parents who always seemed to know what was best for her. She followed through even though she could never accept all of their demands and ways of discipline, wanting to dictate her life from the moment she drew her first breath. However, it wasn't until she met Romeo that she knew she could no longer spend as much as another second living a lie. Juliet knew from the moment her eyes met his that she'd do anything for her beloved, even if it meant death itself.





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{"Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart.” }

-Thomas Shadwel




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β€œA drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven

I don't wanna waste the weekend
If you don't love me pretend
A few more hours then it's time to go

As my train rolls down the east coast I wonder how you keep warm
It's too late to cry
Too broken to move on

And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me

It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven

Misplaced trust in old friends
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all

And New England as the leaves change
The last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl

And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me

It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my...

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
No, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away

Heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
No, no
Heaven doesn't seem far away
Oh, oh

It's just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven
You are my heaven




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Character Dialogue || #3a879e

Face Claim || Emily Didonato

As played by Indila Eil

|【 Disclamer 】|
Please do not duplicate/replicate anything on this page.
If seen any type of plagiarism, I will not hesitate to report it immediately.
Thank you.



So begins...

Juliet Capulet's Story

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A perfect midsummer's day. Perhaps the most perfect midsummer's day the town of Verona had seen in ages.

Claude King sucked the thick, warm air into his nostrils and breathed it out through his mouth. The elements of the park were saccharine, but perfect for an excessively beautiful day such as this one. It stood right in the center of the bustling town, and it was almost shameful not to plan something in such a wonderful, flawless area.

So with a snap of his fingers, Claude commanded his many attendants to step forward. "Fellas," he crowed, "I think we've found our spot. It's time to start decorating."

With that, the group of men nodded, and busted into action. While most of the craftsmen got to work hanging streamers, balloons, and lanterns throughout the trees, a corpulent man named Nicholas Bottom spent his time carefully hammering a colorful sign into the park's grassy sod. It read...

~ A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S FESTIVAL ~
Come join the festivity from 6-10 pm!
Food, dancing, music, a performance by our acting trope, and a fun time for all!


With a cool glass of lemonade in his right hand, Claude readjusted his aviator sunglasses and gazed upon the soon-to-be masterpiece of the Midsummer Night's Festival - his own idea, and an event he presumed the entire town had been waiting for for months. Why such little notice for such an anticipated festival? The answer was quite simple...

Verona, quite frankly, was in chaos. Not in economic chaos, nor in chaos with another town or the state of Pennsylvania itself, but in emotional chaos. The residents these days seemed...uneasy. The morale of the people was low and terribly depressing. Why, even his own stepson, Hamlet Jr., was sulking in the shadows. What the small town needed was a gigantic pick-me-up. A simple smile in the midst of darkness. This festival would lift the mood, create new bonds, and make bold, valuable memories. It was extravagant, yes, but that was would Verona was supposed to be. After all, a little party never hurt nobody. What could go wrong?

After taking a long swig of lemonade from his glass, Claude grabbed some cards advertising the event, and began to hand them out to passersby, saying, "Come one and come all! Hope to see you there!"




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"Hello miss! Would you like-"

Before Ophelia Sprout could finish her sentence, the lady shot past her, not even grabbing the beautiful rose that the girl was holding out to her for free. Handing out flowers with tags on them to random strangers in order to promote the Midsummer Night's Festival was more work than it actually seemed. Still, Ophelia had to do it, or else her father would never let her back inside the house.

"Oh! Sir! Are you interested in-"

Just like the woman, the man scooted right past Ophelia, not even bothering to hear what her mousy voice had to utter.

She gazed down at the ground , then at the red, orange, and purple roses in her hands. This task was hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. If only she had a louder voice...then maybe people would hear her.

Birds sweetly chirping in the breeze, Ophelia calculatingly glanced to her left, then to her right. Slowly and gingerly, she placed the flowers down onto the sidewalk. She looked left and right once more, and then out of nowhere, broke out into a sprint.

Immediately she felt guilty for disobeying her father's orders, but once she saw the swarm of children crowd around the puddle of flowers, her doubts disappeared. He'd never know about what she really did if she just lied, but of course, Ophelia was a terrible liar, so that would never work.

If only her father wasn't so...commanding. Perhaps if he didn't have such a big job in the town and were just like everyone else, then maybe he wouldn't be so strict and mean all the time. After all, he was always getting into things that he didn't need to be getting into...like his daughter's relationship with her boyfriend.

It was all so confusing, and she didn't want to think about it right now. She just wanted to go to the park and chill underneath her favorite willow tree. So with speedy steps, that's exactly what she did. A beautiful river nearby, Ophelia plucked a stone from the ground below, and tossed it into the murky pool. The stone skipped across the water's surface, and she closed her eyes. She wished for happiness, health, and a wonderful summer.

And then like a child, she dropped to the ground, staring up at the clouds and humming the first tune that came to mind. Today would be a good day, and she knew it.

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Character Portrait: Ophelia Sprout Character Portrait: Romeo Montague Character Portrait: Juliet Capulet Character Portrait: Katherine Minola Character Portrait: Paris Victor Character Portrait: Hamlet, Jr. Character Portrait: Beatrice O'Conelly
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There was a familiar figure heading down the winding path in front of her. Waist-length hair, small stature, and confident walk...none other than the town's sharpest wit.

"Trixy!" Ophelia shouted, jogging over to the twenty-year-old and wrapping her long arms around her. Even if she had never talked to Beatrice, Ophelia would have greeted her the same. To the innocent girl, everyone was a friend.

She giggled and grinned, pushing tendrils of wispy brown hair behind her ears. "How are you? I'm assuming you are coming to the festival tonight, right? It's such a wonderful day out!" Perhaps Beatrice was brash and blunter than a rubber mallet when asked about her opinion on a particular subject or whenever she was forced to hear the heartbreaking backstories of he drunkards that resided at the pub. Still, she could be warm and generous, and if you really got on her good side, she was known to be a very protective friend.

Still, the town knew her for other reasons. Ophelia gazed down at the grass. There was something else that she had to ask Beatrice. Quite a touchy subject, but an important one...

"So...are you still fighting with him?" she quietly muttered, trying not to use any negative inflections. Perhaps Beatrice was quite plain-spoken, but there was only one person in the town who she truly hated. That person was the prideful Benedict Cavillor. Ever since he had come back to Verona, the two would not stop shooting harmful taunts at each other. It was like a war, only their weapons consisted of words.

While she awaited Beatrice's response and kept an attentive ear on whatever she had to say, Ophelia pulled out her purple iphone and scrolled through her list of contacts. There were a couple messages she needed to send.

The first one was for her boyfriend...

[ To: Hamlet <3 ]
[ From: Ophelia ]
{ Do you want to go to the festival tonight? Your stepdad decided that its going to be held in the park. }

The second was for her two friends...

[To: Romeo, Juliet]
[From: Ophelia]
{ Will the secret star-crossed lovers be attending the festival tonight? :) }

Finished, Ophelia looked up from her phone screen, noticing Katherine Minola, as well as the traveler man, Paris Victor, in the distance. She pointed her index finger at them, showing them to Beatrice, and smiled.

"Should we go say hello?" she asked. Of course Ophelia wouldn't be able to muster up the courage to go up to the two young adults herself. One part of her didn't want to be rude and leave Beatrice behind, while another part of her lacked the independence to do so.

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      Think not of life of what it could be but rather as it is, and one will find themselves in a much happier state than he had been previously. Despite hours and hours weeping over love lost Romeo, dear Romeo, found a star much more brilliant than the comet that had left the inky black sky with streaks of gold and silver - only to disappear in front of him. True he had wept, and wept he did, but the bright angel spoke to him with words that could sweeten a tart and lifted his poor soul out of the shackles known as unrequited love.

      Ah, but had it been love or merely a fancy - knowing that the one person he wanted to obtain was the one girl he couldn’t have? Not a game per say, but rather an observation into his own mind and it is only with trial and error can one come to a conclusion. The results had be skewed for the girl he had wanted loved not him, but rather another man of a different breed. A more familiar type of man he was, but Romeo was never one to judge too harshly for he knew love had no boundaries. As proven with his now on going devotion to the girl he swore would be his last. Juliet. How sweet the name rolls off his tongue, and yet something forbidden makes him crave more. Was she subject number two? Romeo shook his head no at such blasphemy.

      It was love at first sight and how fast did his heart drop only to crawl into her awaiting, gentle hands. And yet she refused to give him hers - at first that was.

      A message from his dear friend Ophelia brought him out of his musings and while he would have loved to go on about his woe he thought it to be too rude to ignore such a kind indentation.

      { To: Juliet ❀ , Ophelia β˜€}
      {From: Romeo }

      { Of course, you’ll be sure to have me in your attendance.}


      Romeo knew from the moment he met Juliet that though she may be naive in some aspects she was anything but the submissive little girl he had always thought her to be. Kind and gentle did her heart bleed, but stubbornness was a trait he knew not how to get rid of. Of course though he would never think of changing his Juliet.

      ”Do birds still sing in the face of fear?” he thought suddenly as though being reminded of their situation at hand. Of course he knew the outcome should Juliet’s father ever hear of their relationship, but Romeo often wonders would he - no, could he - still say β€˜I love her’ when met with the glaring disapproval of both his father and hers?

      He wished not to think about it, but knew that reality to be too much of a possibility to ignore. Should the day come where he would have to chose between Juliet and a life of wealth - in safety Romeo would like to think he’d die for her. Then again, he reminded himself, β€œdo not burn bridges before I even get there.”

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      He spent the next few minutes to wander and ponder over thoughts he were too grim for a night such as this. And it was only when the sounds of the city were replaced with the humming of birds and tree branches falling did he notice how far he had wandered.

      With nothing to lose - but poor Juliet - he ventured into the woods where he knew the Festival would be held at, after all the town was glued by tradition.


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"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead."

-Oscar Wilde




Her eyes moved at an incredible speed from left to right, devouring every word written by Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey. Her hands held the book close to her, the pages were already worn out and the book's hardcover had dents. Despite she did her best to care for all of her books as one would care for something precious, it was an inevitable occurrence especially after how many times she'd read each and every one of them. Indeed, anyone who loved to read would know they were simply signs that almost all of her books were tremendously loved by young Juliet. The young woman had long since lost count of how many times she had read the novel as she had with many other books, but she didn't care to count for any of them anymore as she once did. Although she had started reading the novel an hour earlier, she was already just a few pages away from reaching the end.

As soon as she read the last sentence contained in her worn out book, Juliet's thoughts shifted from the tragedy of Dorian Gray to thoughts of her beloved Romeo. Their romance had broken every boundary known to her, going against the odds and simply plunging into the deep fires of passion. Oh what a great tragedy it was when she learned her soulmate and greatest love was none other than the one she was supposed to hate the most. Although she had been reluctant at first to cave into temptation at his loving gaze, she knew she had been lost the moment their eyes plunged deeply into one another. She did not care to know of a life without Romeo and would rather die than to ever know of such great tragedy. Neither did she dare to forget of the consequences of their love and what chaos would be unleashed were her parents ever to find out. And even though Romeo could be rather clingy to the point of being a bit overwhelming for the unexperienced girl Juliet was, she knew nothing but to love her Romeo for a long as she could.

Lost in thoughts was the young girl when her her sweet friend Ophelia sent her a message. Her phone's notification was completely ignored by the ever-so-daydreaming Juliet who had abandoned the tangible Earth to enter the abstract realms of her complex mind. It wasn't until she felt a slight nudge on her right shoulder that she was brought back to reality.

"Julieta, It's time for you to get ready for the festival dear." Juliet's nanny, Helena, hastened the young girl.

Although Helena's intentions were driven by her patrons, Juliet's parents, who wanted their daughter to attend the event with ulterior motives. Given Juliet's suitor would also be attending the Midsummer Night's Festival. Helena also wanted for her dear Juliet to enjoy herself at the Festival. Juliet finally nodded still a bit dozed off taking her time to transition back into real life. Had it not been because Romeo would be at the festival, Juliet would have hardly cared and would have seen suspected of her loving nanny's real intentions. Regardless, any time she'd get to spend with her lover was a time well spent. Without further haste, she checked her phone to see the time only to see the Ophelia's message and replied without further haste.

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{ To: Amore Mio❀, Ophelia }
{ From: Juliet }

{ Count me in! I wouldn't miss it for the world. }
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As soon after she sent the message, Juliet stood up and hastily hurried to place it on one of her many massive bookshelves in order to begin getting ready for the festival. Although she didn't care much for material possessions and choose to live as normally as possibly without constantly reminding herself of her parent's overwhelming status and wealth. Having her own library was something she had allowed herself to indulge with.
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After she ventured deep into the woods, she immediately hoped to see her Romeo awaiting for her only to be caught off guard after seeing him from afar. Beyond doubt, she immediately recognized his back from a distance and was now determined to sneak up on her lover. The young woman carefully walked slowly and steadily behind him and only when he was at arms reach did she hug him from behind lovingly.

"Found you." Juliet whispered holding onto her Romeo with a devious smile drawn upon her lips.