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Frances Melbourne

"I was given everything I wanted, only to have what I needed stripped away from me."

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a character in “Our Rebirth”, as played by Felilla

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"Just give me a drink and I'll be on my way."



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Full Name: Frances Anne Melbourne
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Nicknames and Aliases: Fran {friends}; Lady France/Lady Melbourne {members of the court}
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Gender: Female
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Age: 33
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Human Ethnicity: English
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Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
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Race: Banshee

Status: Duchess



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Hair Color: Honey Brown
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Eye Color: Blue
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Height: 1.66 or... 5 feet 5 inches
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Weight: 50 kg or... 110 lbs

Tattoos:
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Piercings:
N/A
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Scars:
Scars on her wrist from a long time ago
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Oddities:
Death Sense: Frances is able to sense when someone is going to die, even experiencing visions of how it will happen. Unfortunately, she is also cursed with feeling the emotions of the person about to die, so she is usually too filled with grief to tell them



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Personality:
{Depressed, Cynical, Irritable, Moody}
The easiest way to describe Frances is very inappropriate and I won't say it here (female dog). As I was saying, Frances is cynical, rude, and appears to be completely heartless. She'll laugh at people's dreams and scold even a newborn for doing something wrong. Frances doesn't have a nurturing bone in her body. If someone is crying, she'll tell them to suck up and get over. She will not hesitate to point out people's flaws and what is wrong with them.

However, Frances only does this because she knows that everyone will die, and she feels no need to get attached. She is actually quite depressed and prefers to drink or sleep her life away. She also sleeps because she has to be awake to have visions. She hate the vision because they give her terrible headaches. She keeps a distance from people, making them think she just doesn't care. She also hates feeling the emotions of anyone that dies, so she avoid people in case she randomly bursts into tears. Many people at court think that she is just a tad bit insane.
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Hobbies:
~Drinking>Frances is a bit of an alcoholic; very unlady-like, but everyone is too afraid to tell her so
~Sleeping>More of ten than not, Frances will sleep so she can avoid visions
~Sewing>When not asleep or drinking, Frances will sew and embroider beautiful things
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Habits:
~Drinking>As aforementioned, Frances is an alcoholic
~Rubbing her temples>Frances will rub her temples when she is annoyed
~Twitch>Frances has a slight twitch in right eye
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Likes/Loves:
  • Wine
  • Mead
  • Soft Fabric
  • Comfortable Beds
  • Fashionable Dresses
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Commoners
  • Idiots
  • Being a Banshee
  • Anything Ugly
  • Tea



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History:
Frances Anne Melbourne was born to Harry and Catherine Melbourne on December 7th, 1539. She was the younger of two children with her older brother Charles. Frances was a very bright and happy child. She was smart, attentive, and appeared to be all around perfect. However, when Frances was twelve, she almost got trampled by horses, but Charles pushed his little sister out of the way. Frances survived with only minor scrapes and bruises, but Charles died only two hours later. As if the death of the person she loved most in the world wasn't bad enough, Frances soon started to have nightmares about people dying. She kept it to herself, but was horrified to find that the dreams would come true. As she got older, the nightmares started becoming day visions. Eventually, she ended up feeling the emotions of the people that would die. Frances started locking herself in her room for hours at a time.

Frances spent several years scouring her parent's extensive library for any type of cure. She had come up with millions of different theories: demons, a gift from god, anything! Then, she stumbled upon an Irish folklore about Banshees and she knew that was what had to be happening to her. On Frances' eighteenth birthday, she had dared to come out of her room. She spent the whole day with her overjoyed parents. Unfortunately, moments before she would retire to her room, Frances had a dream of her parents dying on a ship to France. She found out a week later that her Harry and Catherine were invited to spend a week in France. She begged her parents to not go, but they thought she would simply miss them. The letter came two days later. Her parents ship had sunk off the coast of England, killing both of them.

With the newly obtained title of Duchess, Frances set out for the Queen's court. Elizabeth welcomed the distraught girl with open arms. A few years later, she was wandering the gardens when she met Anthony Newton. The two of them fell in love almost immediately. Alas, it was not meant to be. Only a month after he proposed to her, Anthony's engagement to an Italian woman was announced. He was as shocked by the news as her and tried everything he could to get out of the marriage, but he couldn't. Frances insisted that it was okay, she would be fine. She wouldn't be. Whenever Frances comes across Anthony, she can't help but imagine herself in that Italian girl's place. She retained a friendship with him for several years before breaking off relations with him completely. She doubts she'll ever fall in love again.



Face Claim: Lena Headey

So begins...

Frances Melbourne's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cecily Evercott Character Portrait: Jeannette de Thou Character Portrait: Alice may Character Portrait: Frances Melbourne Character Portrait: Samuel Jensen Character Portrait: Nyna Selova Character Portrait: Rebecca Adams Character Portrait: Ygritte Armistead Character Portrait: Hugh Wyndham

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It is year 1572 where we begin our story. The Queen's Court had recently moved to Windsor for the summer, seeing as it was one of the Queen's favorite places. For the time, everyone seemed to still be settling into the palace, but most people in the Court were used to traveling. However, this is not a story about the simple people of the Court. No, this story is about the members of it that are slightly less than human.

The summer heat was getting to everyone in the Court. It was almost like the sun was trying to kiss the earth, something that should never happen. In a particular room, one single girl by the name of Cecily Euphemia Evercott reclined in a chair as her skittish maidservant hurried around, cleaning the small quarters. To be honest, Cecily did not mind having a small bedchamber. It was the price she paid for having a room to herself. She was growing quite weary of the new maidservant though, a "present" from Her Majesty, brought from France. The young woman did not speak one word of English, but that was not a problem for Cecily, who was well known for her linguistic abilities. The only thing that truly bothered Cecily was the maid's much too cautious behavior. It made the Lady of the Court wonder what could be wrong with the poor girl. She was barely older than Cecily herself. When she looked up from her book, the maid was staring at her.

Startled, the girl looked down and started sweeping furiously. "Etes-vous tout Γ  fait bien, ma fille?*" Cecily questioned, standing up.

The maid dropped her broom, her eyes wide as she faced Cecily. "Je suis désolé, Madame. Je ne voulais pas vous inquiéter!" she exclaimed quickly, picking up her broom. She looked at Cecily again, "Vous parlez français."

Cecily let out a small laugh, "Oui."

It was like the maid had suddenly changed. She became very excited as she brought the broom close to her. "Voulez-vous me enseigner l'anglais?"

"Oui, nous allons commencer simple. Quel est votre nom?" Cecily questioned the young girl.

"Alexis," she replied in a thick French accent.

Cecily shook her head, "Non. My name is..."

Alexis bit her lip as Cecily repeated herself two more times. "M-my name i-is... Alexis?"

The Lady nodded her head, clapping her hands. Alexis grinned at Cecily, bobbing a curtsey. Suddenly, a knock came at the door. Instead of having the English impaired Alexis answer it, Cecily moved past her. She unbolted the door, easing it open. The person she saw came as a bit of a shock to the nineteen year old girl. "What a pleasant surprise."



*Translations:
Etes-vous tout Γ  fait bien, ma fille?- Are you quite alright, girl?
Je suis dΓ©solΓ©, Madame. Je ne voulais pas vous inquiΓ©ter!- I am so sorry, Lady. I did not mean to worry you!
Vous parlez français- You speak French.
Oui- Yes.
Voulez-vous me enseigner l'anglais?- Will you teach me English?
Oui, nous allons commencer simple. Quel est votre nom?- Yes, let's start out simple. What's your name?
Non.- No

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cecily Evercott Character Portrait: Frances Melbourne

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Frances was drunk. She knew it, her maidservant knew, it was possible even her neighbor knew it. The enticing smell of wine drifted around the room, as she rested in her favorite chair. She too another sip of her fifth glass of wine, tasting the sweetness of it before swallowing. Nothing could disturb her in this moment of pure drunken bliss.

Everyone knew that the Duchess Frances Melbourne was an drunk. It wasn't like anyone could blame her truthfully, losing her brother, then her parents, and the man she loved? That would drive even the most pure person to walk the Earth to sin. She let out a small sigh, her eyes wandering around the room. The cool summer wind blew in from the open window, giving Frances a moment of serenity. She figured it must have been beautiful outside, but she was too drunk to do much of anything but sit there, staring at the window's lace curtains.

A sharp pain suddenly ripped through her skull and she lurched forward, crying out in pain. Her wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on impact with the floor. Flashes of something passed through her head. She couldn't see the person's face, but she felt their fear. Finally, the person faced her and Frances found it to be someone she knew. There was a glint of silver before Frances let in heavy gulps of breath as her maidservant ran into the room, "Lady?"

Frances waved her hand frantically at the spilled glass, choking on her words. She pressed her palms to her eyes and felt a new glass being pressed into her hand. She raised it to her lips before taking a generous gulp. She looked at her maid, who nodded and walked out of the room. Frances forced herself to sit up and relax. The fear still lingered though, a fear that Frances had never experienced. She wondered what could cause that kind of fear.




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Cecily let her grandmother into her bedchambers. The woman looked around at the small space with disdain. Her eyes looked over at the new maidservant. She shook her head, disregarding the girl. This was one of things about her grandmother that infuriated Cecily. She had no respect for those of the lower classes. Georgia Teach turned to her granddaughter, blue eyes sparkling with what could only be excitement. It was rare for Lady Teach to be excited. "Is something wrong, Grandmother? Has something happened?"

Her grandmother gripped Cecily's small hands. Unlike most women in the court, her hands were actually callused. She spent many ours riding horses and it wasn't unusual for her to go out to find herbs for... reasons... Some of these herbs happened to be buried relatively deeply in the ground. She normally covered her hands with gloves. It not befitting for a young woman of her status to have such thick skin. According to her grandmother, a lady's skin should be fragile, like the finest china. "There is to be a ball in two days time," Georgia said with excitement.

Ah, so that was what had the woman so worked up. Slowly, Cecily eased her hands out of the older woman's hands, "You know how much I dislike being in public, Grandmother. Too many eyes fall on me..."

Georgia sighed, taking a seat on Cecily's bed. She brushed her graying hair out of her face. Cecily's own hands found comfort in smoothing out her long auburn hair. After a moment, Georgia looked up at her granddaughter. "Don't you ever want to marry, Cece, dear?"

What sort of question was that? "Of course I do, Grandmother. I am just waiting for the right man to come along."

"How do you expect to find him when you're always locked up in your room?"

Cecily had no idea how to respond to a question like that. She silently waited for her grandmother to continue, staring her hands. Georgia was right, of course. Some people probably speculated Cecily was nothing more than a ghost. Leaving her room in the daily hours to do anything other than ride Zeus or Freya was a rare occurrence. And when she did ride her horses, she left the castle grounds as quickly as she could. Cecily preferred to do everything away from prying and curious eyes. That meant her other hobbies as well. Georgia suddenly stood, startling Cecily a bit. "It's a masquerade, so do not worry, Cece. No one will know it is you under the mask. And if you are so reluctant, she has invited the servants as well. The Queen wants this to be a ball for all to enjoy. I understand that you are afraid you mat not make a good impression." Far from it... "You will be fine, darling. Please, come."

After a few long moments of silence, Cecily sighed, "As you wish, Grandmother. Only this once. I do not have anything to wear to a masquerade though."

Georgia smiled, "Leave that to me."

Without another word, the old woman swept out of the room, her dress swishing behind her. Cecily let out a small sigh of relief, sitting on the edge of her bed. A masque? With servants as well as courtiers? This would prove to be an interesting night indeed...