Post by cressida primrose whitham on Mar 22, 2013 19:32:14 GMT
cressida primrose whitham
Hey, my name is... Cressida Primrose Whitham.
But most call me... Cressa, Cress, Prim.
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 185 years
Which means I was born... 18th February, 1828.
I'm a... teacher.
And only a... French Teacher.
I have power over...earth.
My eyes are... green, with small amber flecks.
And my hair is... blond.
One could say... people have told me that I am a pretty woman. But I, personally, don't see it. I have green eyes, and long, blond hair, but I think thats where any beauty for me ends. I am always smiling. A different kind of smile will tell you what kind of mood I am in, as I constantly hide behind a smile. I don't want pity, I don't need pity, and so I won't ask for pity. That's how it works.
When I walk, there's a spring in my step (which is another way that I hide) unless something is very wrong with me. I might even skip a little, if you're lucky enough to catch me in a good mood. But, yes, when I'm really unhappy, 'll drag my feet, and won't put much effort into walking at all.
I'm normally seen wearing... feminine, pretty clothes. I'll normally wear something floral, because... well, flowers. I like jeans as well, normally blue ones. And, mixed with florals, they're just... nice.
And I supposedly look like... Dianna Agron.
All round, I'm... quite a shy woman, despite my teaching post at the school, which requires me to be firm and authoritative. I suppose it's alright, teaching. It puts me in a position of authority, making me less nervous and more able to do what I am supposed to. However, I don't abuse the fact that I'm a bit higher up than students are. In fact, I'm quite nice. I like to think of my students as, not students, but friends. I like to make sure that each and every one is feeling okay, ad encourage them to chat should there be anything wrong. I hope I'm both a good teacher and a good friend to them all.
I was born in France, so I have a slight accent. I hardly notice it, but I'm told that it's still slightly conspicuous. I find it easy to switch between French and English, and will sometimes talk too fast in either language. So don't be afraid to give me a poke if I'm talking to fast for your liking. I'll understand, I used to get that a lot.
I love art a great deal, yes? That was one of the first things I learned to do as a little girl (besides using my powers). I love the feel of the paintbrush as it swoops around the canvas and stains it with whichever color I've decided to place on the end of it. I find it beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the earth that I can manipulate. I love the outside. And everything like that. It makes me feel free and happy. Even if I'm the exact opposite.
I'm in love with... plants, the outdoors, art, music and fashion.
Though I detest... the idea of falling in love, any referral to my past, having to trust people, modern technology and being lied to.
But my best assets are... that I'm very gentle. This is good because I can communicate with people easily, without being overwhelming. I'm also an intelligent and intuitive person, being able to guess anyone's emotions from their body language and knowing a lot in the field of History and, of course, Botany.
However my worst... are that I'm quite easily spooked. It's triggered by random (sometimes simple) actions that remind me of the past. Oh, and yes. I'm very wary of people because of the past.
And I dream of... forgetting about what happened to me in the past.
My life story... I was born in 1828, to a french family of pure Earth faeries. I have an older brother named Marius, although I haven't seen him in years. Our childhood was rather simple, despite the fact that we had unusual traits. It went without saying that our powers were not "normal" as our parents taught us. No, in fact, they were just the opposite. Not one of our friends shared our 'talents',and so they were something that we kept under wraps, although we still went out to the back garden to practise our abilities. It was amazing; I loved doing that more than almost anything else.
One night, my family hosted a dinner for different families in the area. Privileged ones, of course. My parents were rather prejudiced people. Me and my brother didn't share their views. But anyway. I was about six years old at the time. Yes, this may seem like an odd thing to be able to remember. But there's a significant reason. Although I didn't know it at the time, this would be where I would meet my eventual best friend, Samson Corvus. I'll be frank. We really, really didn't get along at first. I found him rather boring and stern, and, although I don't know what he thought about me, I am positive that it wasn't pleasant.
At first, Samson and Marius were quite pally. But, me being the adventurous child that i was, I didn't really like being left in the house to do whatever things my mother did, whatever I was told to do. Boundaries were created to be pushed, so... why couldn't I push them? Do what the boys did? I didn't know. So, why didn't I just do it?
So do it, I did. I tagged along with the pair most of the time, which I fear might have been awfully annoying. But Marius didn't appear to mid me being there, and, eventually, I warmed to Samson, becoming friendlier and friendlier with him. Eventually, we would go out and play in the fields without Marius. Not all the time, though - we still liked Marius, it was just... anyway. Moving swiftly on.
When I was twelve, I decided that I trusted Samson enough to show him something I'd never shown anyone who wasn't a family member before - my powers. It was a huge risk, but I wanted to take it. And, well, it was probably the best risk I ever took. I still remember that daffodil springing from the frosted ground. Wan't the best daffodil in the world, not the most beautiful. But it was the work of my own hand. It's something I've never forgotten, right to this very day.
When I was thirteen, I found myself developing feelings for him. It was an odd feeling, but a very pleasant one too, especially when I found that my feelings were reciprocated. We were both young, though, and, well, I didn't know if what I was feeling was real or not. However, when I was fifteen, I received the worst possible news I could have received. We were to move. To England. That was a thousand miles away from our small French village.
Breaking the news to Samson was one of the hardest things that I've ever had to do. (Note: ONE of the hardest things.) I had never cried so much before. It was just... awful. However, we swore to write to one another every week. And, with that promise still bouncing around my brain, I left for England.
The first six months were hell. I didn't know one word of English, and so I was severely limited in my communication with other people. It wasn't quite so bad once I learned the language. But still, I missed all the friends I had in France terribly. I never broke the promise I made to Samson, writing at least one letter a week.
Soon, those letters had a new topic. A tall, good looking man by the name of Adam Locklear. I fell hard and fast for him, and we were married within a year. I loved him with everything. He was patient, loving, kind, caring... everything good that can be found in a living thing. However, it wasn't until we were married that his darker side surfaced. I wasn't an object of love now. I was just... an object. A punchbag, an outlet, an object!
I carried on like this for years, alone, hurting. I attributed my injuries to clumsiness. No one would ever know about it. Besides, there was a small part of me that was convinced I still loved the man. I didn't want him in trouble.
Now, imagine my surprise when Samson Corvus, a man that I had not seen for nearly five years, turned up at my door, bearing the same, unnerving scent that Adam did. It had always made me tense with a kind of worry that I'd rarely felt before I married Adam. I knew now that Samson was like Adam, like him. Dead, but living. A vampire.
I smiled as I saw him, but my happiness was short lived. He noticed a bruise I had so carelessly forgotten to cover. I said I'd merely tripped. He saw right through it. It escalated. Adam's abuse, all those years of living in fear of the man I loved came pouring out of my lips. I had admitted everything.
And, well... so did Samson. A girl. On Adam's arm at the tavern. A girl that wasn't me. Adam was not only beating me, belittling me, he was being unfaithful to me.
Feeling your heart splinter into a thousand pieces in your chest is not a pleasant feeling.
I told Samson to leave. I never saw him again, not to this very day. I think about him. I hated him for telling me at first. Made me look weak, undesirable, like... a waif and a stray. But... then I realized how much I owed the man. And why did I owe him?
Well, you see, I can be quite... traditional. I didn't want to divorce Adam. It went against my standards completely. But now, I had the grounds to do so. I was free.
However, before I got the chance, Adam mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen by my eyes again. I was free, at last, I was free. Or so I thought.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about what that monster did to me. Maybe I deserve it for falling so quickly and deeply in love with him. But that's with me forever. I can't erase it from my mind. I've come here to teach French to try and forget it, but I know it won't hep. And why? Because French is my last link to the man that rescued me all those years ago.
I was born to... Enjorlas Gaia and Éponine Gaia.
And also live with... Marius Gaia.
My ooc name is... Chloe[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 8 monthssss.
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...Rawr I've said this enough times xD
