Post by mirian on Jan 15, 2012 11:31:22 GMT -5
MIRIAN AMBERLEY
you think the fire in your eyes
makes you a tiger in disguise?
you think the fire in your eyes
makes you a tiger in disguise?
FULL NAME[/size][/color]
Mirian Joleyne Amberley
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
She insists on Miri, most of the time.
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
16, June 29th
GENDER.[/size][/color]
Female
RANKING.[/size][/color]
Hollow One
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
N/A, sales assistant at an Ikebana flower shop
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Jessica Ushiromiya from Umineko no Naku Koro ni
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Looking at Mirian through the eyes of a stranger, there isn't much about her that stands out as different from the crowd. Her clothes are expensive, yes. She has long blonde hair and a fair complexion, with features that might be considered by some to be attractive. But despite having a sharp gaze, there is little particularly amiss, on most days.
Sometimes though, you might be lucid enough to perceive a lump in her jacket pocket - something that might tell you a little more about her character, if you happened to know that it was a taser. She wears a short red skirt that showcases her legs frequently, often with leg-warmers if the weather isn't perpetually warm, and sometimes wears a pair of worn velvet gloves covered in scratches.
These gloves are important - more so than the leg warmers. They belonged previously to her recently deceased Grandmother.
As a matter of fact... she resembles her Grandmother quite strikingly, in facial features more than choice of clothing. Their hair is the same style - but perhaps that part is intentional. Once you know her family history, suddenly, her apperance seems somewhat more suspicious. The resemblance is alarming.
Why don't you go and ask her?
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Some people just don't know when to stop. They take things too far, and can't be denied.
Make no mistake, Mirian might not seem like that at first. She knows how to get what she wants, and that sometimes tears, begging, and remorse can be more effective than open arrogance and stubborn refusal. Obstinate and insincere, years of timing her emotions to run like clockwork have left her callous and unable to empathize with her own feelings. Her reactions to any given situation are an automatic simulation - without even thinking, she'll adapt her emotions to the scenario in order to secure the best possible outcome.
If repressing her emotions helps her to get her own way, why should she protest?
Raised in a sheltered environment, she's always managed to have it like that before. When things happen according to her own whims, it makes her feel comfortable. Turning life into a nonchalant routine that, while dull at times, is a much safer alternative than trying express herself and sincerely change. The risk presented by stepping outside her comfort zone is ghastly and terrifying, and if confronted about it, she'll sooner try to make others a part of her stagnant world than make any real attempt to escape it.
Once she finds the right switch to trigger - the right buttons to push - interactions with her become a game of manipulation. She'll systematically condition the behavior of the people around her, freezing them into the roles with which she is most comfortable.
And if after all that, you continue to behave abhorrently to her farce...
You will be abandoned. You will be replaced. Cast out of her life like the dangerous presence that you are, lest you run the risk of contaminating her life of comfortable monotony. There will be no second chances - frankly, she'll consider you as if you were dead.
Mirian wins. Mirian always wins. She won't let anyone take that away from her.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Saint-Malo, France
family members;
Mercedes Amberley - [Grandmother] - [DECEASED]
Angela Amberley - [Mother] - [DECEASED]
Magnus Amberley - [Father] - [ALIVE]
Alberta Amberley - [Aunt] - [ALIVE]
For the Amberley family, money was never really a problem. It never bought them happiness, true, but that was only because happiness itself holds no monetary value.
It couldn't save one of their number from the unexpected complications of birth.
Mirian was the death of her mother - who expired only days after her child's emergence. Long enough to name her, and little else. She never knew the woman, but the loss of his wife accounted for much of the subsequent protective behavior and spoiling her Father would exhibit later, during her childhood. In hindsight; she considered the death to be quite a windfall.
Magnus was a spineless man. He never refused his beloved daughter, and the few times he did, she eventually found a way around his stubborn attitude - having inherited it herself. Her family was privileged enough to have servants and tutors on hand for her needs the few times her Father wasn't around, and in time she learned the way they worked as well. Fearing the extent of the control she had over their employer, none of them dared to see through her, and never once in her childhood was she frightened.
Never once, until her Grandmother came to live with them.
Mercedes knew how to control her Father so much better. The woman terrified her, and upset the balance of the household completely. Suddenly, she was just a helpless little girl who nobody would listen to. Nobody except Mercedes herself - who beckoned her to come in closer with her velvet gloves, close enough to breathe in the fragrant smoke from the pipe she always seemed to be holding. The woman smiled from behind her lipstick, and if Mirian was ever rude, she'd give her a slap across the face.
So instead, she'd sit on her Grandmother's knee in silence, and listen to her stories about people she'd met, about her childhood, and how she apparently had it so very easy.
The woman detested her, but over time these uncomfortable encounters became something they shared. In small doses, she was able to stomach her Grandmother's insults, and over time, she came to appreciate having someone around who she couldn't control. Someone who would stand up to her if she spoke out of line and actually pay attention to her. In time... she came to realize that what Mercedes wanted was the exact same thing. She was old and bitter and lonely... and people ran away from her before they could ever see it.
Mirian was with her when she died, and present at her funeral, where suddenly people had so many kind and made-up things to say about her. They all cried, but inwardly she knew that she was the only one to shed heartfelt tears for the wicked woman as she really was.
She had control of her Father back, and the servants... but none of it seemed to matter anymore. They were all fools. She could hardly stand the sight of them - and staying in the house would have been too much for her to handle. In her will, her Grandmother had specifically left her an estate in Odaiba, Japan. A place she mentioned once as having been her childhood retreat. Knowing the old crone... she'd told her that on purpose.
Now she felt like wanted to go there.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Thal
AGE.[/size][/color]
19
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
Valus Suart
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
N/A, interested in Leormon as a Digimon partner. Approved by Storm.
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
See Valus account for examples!
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