Theme Song: Imaginary - Evanescence
† GENERAL INFORMATION †
Role: Lady Lenore
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Len, Lady Heyward
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Love Interest: Unsure of her feelings for The Raven
† APPEARANCE †
Height: 5'2”
Weight: 105lbs
Build: Small, Slender
Measurements: 34-28-36
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Light Golden Blonde
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Ears are pierced
Description: Lenore has an perfect hour-glass figure, with her short height and low weight many assume her to be a true lady, one who needs protecting for her small stature and innocent looks, even with her well-defined figure. Beyond this, her skin is pale and is always carrying her parasol when she ventures outside her home, since her sensitive skin sunburns easily.
As for her straight blonde hair, it is soft and sleek, like silk, and is often pulled up in intricate designs with the help of her lady-in-waiting. But should she let it hang freely it would fall down to her waist in length in layers, with her bangs coming down to eye level. While she refuses to have her bangs pulled back, she is often having to brush them from obstructing her view.
Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and are often said to sparkle like crystals or jewels, but should she be angered, they become almost as dark as the night sky.
While Lenore's facial features are soft and delicate, like that of a porcelain doll, her expression is often that of a serious and determined look. Should she ever be seen smiling however, it lifts up even the saddest of spirits, and it is this very smile that her father referred to Lenore as an angel, an angel of the morning.
Preferred Clothing: Lenore's clothing style is of Old Victorian style, consisting of stockings that reach just above her knees, garters, chemises, blouses, back-laced corsets, hooped skirts or skirts while wearing a crinoline underneath, petticoats, vests and bolero jackets. Her dresses consisted of ones with high necks and long sleeves for everyday wear, and ones with low necklines with off the shoulder sleeves for special occasions. Completing her outfits she wore gloves and bonnets, half-boots or slippers depending on the occasion, and a small handbag to hold her Milady's Revolver, handkerchief and a small bottle of perfume. Should she be outside she would also carry a parasol and wear either a shawl or hooded-cape.
† MENTALITY †
Oddities: When Lenore feels pressured or stressed she tends to bite her lower lip, She also keeps a detailed journal of her daily activities, including what she ate and drank and how much of said food and drink.
Skills: Since her mother passed away when she was only a child, Lenore took up the cooking, cleaning, and sewing until her father became the leading Dictator of Eden, which led to them moving into a large house and had maids hired to take care of the household chores, but Lenore refuses to let them clean up after her or cook for her, as she prefers to do this herself. She is also often sought out during balls for a dance, since she was top of her class in ballroom dancing.
Fears/Phobias:
Isolophobia - Fear of solitude, being alone.
Pyrophobia - Fear of fire.
Nosophobia - Fear of becoming ill.
Likes: Ballroom dancing, Singing along with birds, Cloud watching, and Star gazing.
Dislikes: Rodents, Oranges, Bugs, Riding side-saddle, Snobbish people, and Being wrong.
Hobbies: Visiting and helping “The Raven”, Visiting and spending time with children in Gehenna's orphanage.
Personality: Before her happy world crumbled before her very eyes, Lenore was a very friendly and loving woman. She was quiet and shy, yet always preferred to be surrounded by people even if she never said a word to any of them. Lenore has always done her best to stay composed and polite, not a single person has ever heard an insult spoken by her. She was always very prim and proper, compassionate and respectful, if someone looked trouble Lenore was usually the first one to help them.
She was very close to her mother and father, and upon their passing, she has escaped into a world of her own creation. She became withdrawn from others, often replacing people with animals for her fear of solitude was so great, she could not stand her own existence anywhere without some living being nearby. She is slowly becoming an emotionless, expressionless doll, all by hiding herself away in her mind and interacting with very few people. This new personality trait of hers, led to people to believe she was too prudent and that she thought too highly of herself and her heritage.
But in truth, Lenore is now hiding away her heart and wearing a mask to hide her true feelings. The grief of now being an orphan herself, and the chaos her Uncle is causing as taken a heavy toll on her. Only does she open up her heart and feelings when she is with “The Raven” and with the children in Gehenna's orphanage. They are the only ones who keep her tied to any form of reality, but aside from them, she remains hidden in the world she has created in her own mind.
She is almost dependent on “The Raven” to keep her tied to reality and even though she knows his deep love for her, she can not find it in herself to commit to a courtship with him. She visits him on a daily basis, helping him wherever she can, just so can keep herself from focusing on the why's and how's of her now broken world and self. But when she is around the orphans, she can become her old compassionate, kind and loving self, allowing her to believe that the reality is not that of the true harsh world that it is.
† COMBAT †
Preferred Weapon: Though many can not picture her holding one, she is a good shot with a gun. She keeps a Milady's Revolver under her pillow, and only carries it when she knows she will be out for a long time..
Fighting Style: Given Lenore's small-size, she would be quite agile, if she were not always wearing dresses, that make agility difficult. She prefers to mid-range combat, as she is not strong enough to take someone at close range, and if at too far a distance, the bullets from her gun would not hit the target.
† HISTORY †
Relationship Status: Single
Family:
Father – Leonard Heyward (Deceased)
Mother – Elizabeth Heyward (Deceased)
Personal History/Background: Ever since she a few months old, Lenore suffered from illness that were no longer known of in this era. The first to be detected was when she would cry as a baby, she would wheeze and take in quick and shallow breaths, soon afterward her irregular heartbeat was discovered. Whenever she overexerts herself or feels stressed, her heart rate would accelerate leading her to have difficulties breathing and having chest pains. This led her to be monitored and seen by “The Haunted” daily, where she would often complain that she was tired and felt weak. Her illness and treatments also limited her in regards to playing with other children. For she could not run as long and hard as them, otherwise she would feel light-headed and in a worse case scenario she would collapse from shortness of breath. Though she was upset that she could not play or do as much as other children, she found contentment in surrounding herself with those older than herself and talking with them about even the most minuet matters.
When Lenore was eight years old, her mother passed away, taken by a fever that would not desist. It was one of the first devastating blows Lenore would have to face. Every year Lenore and her father would visit her mother's resting place, and Lenore would tend to pulling out the weeds that would sprout up, while her father would always have fresh flowers to place next to the stone that had 'Elizabeth Heyward' carved in it.
After the loss of her mother, Lenore refused to ever be alone, especially at night, and for the first year her father allowed her to sleep in his room. But he knew that she could not sleep in his room with him forever, so he caught her a pair of song birds and had a beautiful cage and a stand which the cage would hang from as a gift for her ninth birthday. Lenore would listen to the song birds sing sweet melodies for hours on end, as the flitted around their cage. But during the night, the song birds slept, and Lenore felt alone, even though she knew her song birds were by the window in her room. So for her tenth birthday “Master Eldorado” suggested her father get her a pet that could sleep next to her, such as a canine. And so, Lenore received a small, soft and fluffy furred female canine, whose fur matched the color of her golden hair. Lenore was ecstatic by having her own canine, whom she named Goldie, and spent all her time training Goldie how to behave, along with some tricks; such as placing her paw in Lenore's hand for a handshake.
Lenore had Goldie sleep on her bed every night, and she no longer felt alone, for a warm, soft and fluffy lay next to her, keeping her company as she drifted to sleep.
It was the year Lenore turned twelve that her grandfather passed away and named his first born son Leonard, Lenore's father, to be the next to rule over Eden and Gehenna. This was also the year Lenore was allowed to attend school with the other children, instead of tutors coming to her home, for she knew her limits that were caused by her incurable illness. It was during her years in school that she learned of politics, diplomacy, reading, writing, and the history of Eden and Gehenna. Her father also put her in extracurricular activities that would strengthen her against her illness, such as ballroom dancing, piano lessons and choir.
When Lenore turned fifteen, her father trained her to use a gun, the revolver that he gave to her had once belonged to her grandmother, of whom she had never met. It did not take Lenore long to become proficient with the revolver, and she quickly became a good shot. But Lenore always thought it odd that her father would suddenly give her such a weapon and even more so teach her how to use it, and perfect her aim. For Eden and Gehenna worked together and there was rarely ever any trouble except down in the mines when creatures from the wastelands came looking for shelter or food.
It was not until her father fell ill that Lenore understood why her father had taught her how to use a gun. While her father lay ill and dying for six months, leaving her Uncle Lazarus in charge until her eighteenth birthday. Within those six months her Uncle Lazarus managed to create a world of chaos between the City of Eden and the underground City of Gehenna. She watched as riots broke out, mobs of Gehenna residents closing their doors and refusing to work. She watched as her Uncle sent soldiers to Gehenna to force the residents to work, she watched as these residents were beaten to near death and left with no medical treatment or help from the people of the City of Eden.
All she could do was sit and watch as her world crumbled around her.
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.
Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven.