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Lady Helene Angeli Kellaway

*hands you a shell to listen to* Shhh... listen... can you hear the sea?

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a character in “Daughters of Rosewater”, as played by lovechanningforever

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Helene Kellaway



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Face Claim: Ruslana Korshunova

Title/Rank: Lady Helene

County: TBA

Full Name: Helene Angeli Kellaway

Age: Helene was barely of legal age, she is a months short until she can be considered a debutante but her Aunt will listen to none of it. She still considers her profitable- besides its just a month away. (Fifteen)

Gender: Female

Appearance: Waves of strands of hair, one of the first things one would notice about Helene. It is literally her crowning glory. It may not be as golden as other girls' hair but it was definitely what a lot of women envy her for- but somehow Helene gets irritated whenever her mother brushes it for her (which often results to cries and wails as her mother tries to remove the tangles). But nonetheless, Helene was blessed with her mother's beauty but got her father's height. She isn't the tallest of women as she only stands as tall as two and half potato sacks (5'5).

Her eyes shine bright like stars in the night sky, the color mix of blue and gray. They have been more gray lately, ever since the news of their parents disappearance. Her nose, button like. Her lips, plump yet glides on her face like a rose's petal.

Often times, one would see Helene in dirty white dress. It has been a natural sight for the Kellaway estate to see the younger Kellaway to be smudged with mud, her hair filled with sand and and dried leaves stuck in her hair. But now that her Aunt is in charge, Helene is forced to in her best behavior and hardly has the chance to discover her surroundings.


Personality:
She is figuratively and literally a fish out of the sea, it had been a habit of hers to see her parents off every time they would go on a new journey. She would cry for a while but soon would stop and enjoy the soft waves that crash against her skin, the feel of roughness of sands and the cries of seagulls had always been her idea of home.

Being the youngest of two daughters that lived a sheltered life, Helene was always the quiet one. Ever since she learned how to walk, her Nanny would often go frantic searching for her and soon had the whole house help and cook searching only to find her splashing in a pool of mud or trying to climb wooden boxes or chasing crabs-alone. Not very lady like, but it is the only way Helene could have fun since Ophelia is always sneaking out of the house and somehow doesn't get caught.

This often leads to her mother scolding her for acting differently compared to the girls her age. While they were gushing over laces and silk, Helene would rather go hunting for the perfect leather foot ware that would come in handy for her next adventure. While the other girls twirl and bow gracefully during dancing lessons, Helene would opt to ride her favorite horse through the woods and gather wild fruits that are in season. Nothing could change Helene, not even threats from her mother on not having supper or locking her horse in the barn- all until their parents never got the chance to go back home after their last voyage.

Since then Helene had to take lessons and nudge her older sister on how to knit, prepare tea and choose what her future husband should be wearing on which occasion. Unlike Helene, her sister managed to somehow put on a show that she is a good daughter and Helene could never guess how her sister gets away with it while she always gets caught.

So now she has to know how to curtsy and most of all know how to socialize- a thing she dreads the most. She has to pretend she has to like the girl next to her when a billion ideas rush inside her mind. BUT if there was one good thing about the change was that Helene now has to keep her hair clean and in place.

Helene had also been less energetic, perhaps she knows her parents are somewhat alive, a thought she had been telling her older sister and her aunt. But both of them would hear none of it, they would tell her that it is a part of the grieving phase of loosing a loved one. And that she would soon get over it. But Helene is determined to prove that they are alive- and that they would come back.

Likes: Helene is very fond of horses and riding. It is also had been a dream for her to ride the seas, she had been once told that the sea is like a mare that rides with compassion and grace. She loves wearing her father's old boots and foot wear, she learned that they are better than heels. Ungraceful as she may be branded by the society around her but Helene hides a dancing bone that would soon be fill the audience with awe. And last but not the least, it may have been her great energy that made her be blessed with wonderful curves but Helene loves to eat. She would always be the first one in the dining area and be the last one to leave it. Another escape from reality for Helene are books, if not out in the shore or swimming in the sea, she could spend the whole day inside their library getting lost in her imaginary world. In it, she was brave, sociable and the center of everyone's attention- everything that her sister is and she isn't.

Dislikes: She greatly despise having her hair brushed over and over again, that feeling of your scalp being pulled every time there's a tangle. Another thing would be being locked in her bedroom every time they do not approve of her actions. And hard as it maybe, Helene can feel Thunder's (her horse) sadness when it is being locked as a payment for her misbehavior. Another surprising thing about Helene is that even though she barely cares about getting dirt in her dress, she is greatly afraid of frogs and often runs away fast if she sights one.

Love Interest: Helene would often voice out that marriage isn't for her, those are the instances that she would speak up when normally she's quiet as the wind. She would comment that parties, balls, and seasons are full of bullocks when in fact she is just really afraid and insecure that no one would want a girl like her.

History:

Youngest of the Kellaway sisters, Helene has always been the baby of the family. She looked up to her older sister for all the times that their parents were not around. She had always seen her as her best friend since they share the same outlook in life.

Having to grow up with their parents always not around, Helene grew meek and quiet. She would rush to Ophelia's side and cry quietly if something goes wrong and as she grew up to become a lady, Helene would rather spend time alone than giggling with the girls of society.

It isn't a secret for her that other girls whisper behind her back and calls her cold and prude like a snowflake. However, she just keeps quiet about it instead of defending herself and most of the time it is Ophelia who defends her.

Secret: She had always been jealous of her older sister, Ophelia.
She would lose her virginity prior to her marriage (TBA)

Activity: Her ideal day would be spending her whole day by the shack she discovered near an excluded part of the beach or hiding inside the library reading.

Other: Helene has a birth mark at the arch of her back hips that is almost the shape of a heart.
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So begins...

Lady Helene Angeli Kellaway's Story

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Jack had arrived in London last night, meeting his party to a rather unpleasant reunion. His mother, whom always doted on him, swept him into her arms as if she hadn’t seen him in years. Although he had been missing for some time she had only left his company a fortnight beforehand. She’s beginning to become too attached he thought as he remembered his mission, as to why he came back to London in the first place.

A Rose that Burns


Those words made his body ache in pain, his mind burned with memoires of the past. What he had gone through for twelve months of his life, the hell God forced onto him. He clutched the side of his stomach as he tossed and turned in his bed that night. “No, no” he muttered in his sleep, a cry of pain escaped his lips “You know not who I am!” he screamed, “You know not what you are doing!” he cried in his sleep, the dream was vivid and detailed, he could remember every second of the torcher he submitted to for twelve months.

My heart, My soul


He awoke the next morning in a cold and uneasy sweat. He hated feeling scared, but he couldn't help it that woman caused him so much pain in such a little amount of time, he just wants to end this quest for revenge before it takes over his life. He got dressed and headed down for breakfast, His mother as always sat unmoved at the table with his young ward Lucy perched next to her. "Good morning John." she said as she tapped her spoon agents her egg.

"Morning mother," he said sitting at the head of the table, patting Lucy's head as he passed her. "What marvelous are you attaining to today?" he asked, as a girl placed a plate in front of him.

"I've invited Lady Reginald, and her nieces to Dinner this evening." she spoke gently, "Your cousin Lachlan is also in London at the moment, I fear you should invite him as well."

Aw, mother how I missed your match maker ways. He thought to himself as he nodded gently. "I will see Lachlan after breakfast." he said as he cut a piece of bread, and set it on his plate. He wasn't too thrilled about seeing his cousin, but family was family after all.

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It has been the fourth month since Helene woke up earlier than the cry of the rooster. The dark circles beneath her eyes are the very witnesses of her mourning. It might have been easier on Ophelia- her sister has always been known to be the tougher Kellaway.

Helene continued to hug her knees as she was almost unrecognizable behind the thick white lace curtains that covered the window seats inside her room. The weather was a mix of chill and warm, an early sign of impending summer in London. She was still in her night gown, but she need not worry of prying eyes when her room has been greatly concealed behind a century old oak tree.

One would expect for tears to flow from her eyes but somehow the turn of crying every night since her parents' disappearance has dried her tear ducts. She could only cry so much, other's believed but for Helene it was because she knew deep inside her that they are alive and is probably stranded in a place where no one could see them. Alive but perhaps unwell. She knows it. She knows her Papa and Mama are alive.

She laid the right side of her head onto her curled knees and continued to look outside her window. The wind was blowing and creating a hollow sound, very same as a ghosts but she was not afraid. But just then, her eyes caught a shadow moving amidst the dried leaves and hay behind their mansion. She immediately sat straight, trying to see if she could familiarize herself of the shadow's owner. But even before she could crawl towards the edge of partition between her seat and her window, the shadow was gone. It might have been one of the house help, Helene tried to convince herself but deep inside it made her curious. Usually the cook goes out for the market after the rooster cries and it was just an hour after midnight.

"Helene, it might have been a neighbor," she spoke to herself as she stood up from the window seat. She dragged the edges of her night gown as she walked across her lantern lit room. She loved how the faint glow lights up her room, she never slept without a small source of light. She was simply afraid to sleep in the dark.

"Might as well pick out the gown for dinner or Aunt will give me another lecture," She decided to walk to her closet and started choosing which gown would best suit her Aunt's unobtrusive taste for the season's fashion. It was a choice between a black and conservative dress that best suits her sadness and a rust colored dress that uplifts her brown doe eyes, paired with a pair of heeled shoes that would somehow lift her height.

She laid them on the ottoman in her bedroom and decided to return to bed, she might as well get a bit more sleep. She doesn't want to disappoint her aunt and looking like a dazed raccoon for that evening- even is she knows that it is one of her aunt's match making scheme of having them married off to some rich old man. She sighed and shut her eyes and soon her thoughts tired her and she was off to dreamland.

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"Ophelia..." Helene hissed. Her sister's door was shut closed, a reason for her not to get in. "Ophelia! Wake up!" She spoke a bit louder this time but it was more of a loud whisper. The warm morning rays were beaming through the glass windows, illuminating the dark path inside the mansion.

They must not be late for breakfast, they were expected to be at the dining table before Aunt gets there or they will surely get a lot of bashing. She knocked softly, careful not to let the sound echo through the empty halls of the Kellaway Mansion. "Ohh! Wake up," She groaned. It has been a common thing for her to wake her sister up, she is always the first one to up and somehow Ophelia seemed to be making love to her bed every morning.

She was dressed in a powder blue day gown, light enough for the warm morning but covered enough not to let the breeze to freeze her. She was also careful not to let the her skin touch the cold stone walls, her hair instantly gets prickled when she gets cold that even her nipples start to portrude from her thin gown.

Helene has already noticed the physical changes she is going through, ever since she releases the dirty blood from her private part every month, she has noticed that her breasts are starting to grow as her hips starts to curve, she gets that swelling sensation. Very much like the ladies who love to giggle and batt their eyelashes at the men who pass by.

Thoughts of a man's touch greatly scares Helene. The only man who has touched her hand was her Papa and that wasn't even that often. She has never been kissed nor has any man paid her any attention but often times Cook tells her to be careful when she plays by the beach. Cook told her that there might be some individual fisherman who roams the beach and it is not safe for her to be caught on her own, let alone with a wet gown. She never understood why but it was the same words Mama told her. Never let Papa see her in her under garments. Naive as she maybe, Helene does know that men often stretch their necks to see a woman's chest or a grip of their behind. She had seen men does it a dozen of time during balls.

"Ophelia! Get your butt up! Aunt would be in the dining any moment now!" She thumped her fist in one loud bang hoping that her sister would finally hear it and rush.

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Helene breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Ophelia opened her door, it was like a sign of hope for her and hopefully they are not yet too late and can still make it to the dining before Aunt does. She hurried after her sister who lead the way towards the flight of stairs. The soles of their shoes clacked against the heavy oak wood stairs as it echoed through the hard stone walls. The mansion wasn't as gloomy and scary when their Papa and Mama were around, in fact every time they arrive home from a trip, their parents are sure to have every window opened to let the shine in.

Just as they were about to round the corner towards the dining, Helene's nose got a whiff of a familiar scent that made her cringe and thought, Oooohhhh! I knew it! We're late! And her guess couldn't have been more right, as the servants opened the door, Helene had to bow her head down to avoid Aunt's gaze.

“Nice of you two to join me, no doubt Ophelia’s late homecoming last night had something to do with that.” The older women said irritated. Helene hurried to her seat with her head still bowed as she sat motionless while the maid placed some Marmalade in front of her. She meekly reached for a piece of toast and did her best to scrape some of the marmie on it.

“Care to explain what had you out so late my dear child.” So her instincts were right, it was Ophelia's shadow last night but she didn't dare speak and instead she heard her sister say, “Well I thought about running away but decided against it seeing as I didn’t want to leave Helene alone with…” She was in the middle of silently chewing on her toast when her sister's remarks made her jaw drop.

“It won’t happen again.”

She quickly downed her tea to clear her mouth and did her best to fix the trouble her sister got herself into, "I- I'm sorry Aunt, Ophelia was merely joking. Weren't you sister?" She widened her eyes towards her sister as she continued, "Ophelia was just- she was just getting some fresh air by the gardens. Yes- she uh- I saw her sitting there, so it is impossible that she went away too far," She was stammering. Hoping that Aunt would buy her lies.

"Very well, I'll have Simon lock the doors before midnight from now on. If any of you wanted some breeze, well you'll just have to make use of your windows then," Her aunt returned her attention to her boiled egg, scooping the insides with her small spoon.

"Yes Aunt," Helene returned her gaze down to her plate, that means she would also have less time to spend by the shore if they continue threatening their Aunt.

"I suppose the two of you will be ready for tonight?" Aunt asked but sounded more of a confirmation rather than a question.

Helene nodded and tried to see her sisters reaction from the corner of her right eye.

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Jack found himself leaving the house in haste as his mother went on about the party this evening. He had other plans of his own. He needed to find her the woman who caused him this pain in his chest. The dread pirate was no long in Rosewater control, and they had certainly made an enemy out of him. As he walked down the busy London street he bumped into his cousin.

"Jack" Lachlann said with a small smile, "I was coming to see you."

"Were you now?" he said half believing his dear cousin. He knew his cousin wanted his title and lands, butack was sure as hell not going to let him take them.

"Of course, I herd about the party and I..."

"Of course you are invited dear cousin, mother's mind isn't how it should be." Jack interrupted. "No if you don't mind I have a meeting with a certain woman. He said and headed of, bloody fool he thought to himself as he hurried down the street.