Ophelia

[Ophelia]

Ophelia

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By heaven, thy madness shall be paid by weight,
Till our scale turn the beam. O rose of May!
Dear maid, kind sister, sweet Ophelia![/b][/size][/font]
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Age: Immortal though appears to be in late teens
Species: Legend
Kingdom: Fourth Kingdom
Occupation: Lady-in-Waiting
Playby: Sarah Bolger






Father: Polonius
Mother: Helena (Deceased)
Siblings: Laertes
Other:

• Prince Hamlet
  
• Queen Gertrude

Likes:

• Flowers
  
• Peace
  
• Reading
  
• Painting
  
• Singing

Dislikes:

• Death
  
• Winter
  
• Insanity
  
• Darkness
  
• Loneliness

Strengths:[/size]

• Wise
  
• Loving
  
• Cheerful

Weaknesses:[/size]

• Insane
  
• Hard to understand
  
• Doesn't let things go easily

Personality:[/size][/font] By nature, Ophelia is a sweet girl. She was demure and quiet. She was what the nobles would deem as a perfect lady. She was always extremely forgiving. This was one of her virtues yet it was also one of her flaws. She was always ready to forgive a person. Her heart ached to just hear about a criminal sent to death. She believed too much in second chances.

Ophelia has a motherly side to her. She loved caring for the servants' children though it was beneath her status. She truly didn't care about ranks among nobles. They were all equal in her eyes. Another of Ophelia's flaws was holding things too close to her heart. She held them too close and one day they would drift from her fingertips which caused her to become heartbroken. Ophelia has shown insight on the nature of people before. Since she was often ignored and disregarded, she was left to observe.





Eyes:[/size] Bright blue
Hair:[/size] Dark brown
Physique:[/size] Once Ophelia was considered a beautiful girl. She can still be seen as one if she was dressed as she used to. Dark brown hair tumbles down her back in a slightly messy fashion. On a good day, she may allow the ladies to arrange her hair in an elegant fashion. Ophelia's bright blue eyes often appear distant and dreamy. Her garments are usually simple. Easy enough so she can put her dress on herself. Ophelia's appearance now is an echo of her former beauty. As a young girl, untouched by the horrors of the world, she wore bright embroidered dresses. Her eyes shown with happiness instead of madness.
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History: [/font]On a spring day, Ophelia came into the world. She was such a peaceful child and easy to care for. With her parents' and brother's care, she was never left wanting. She grew up, knowing a life of wealth as her father was a trusted advisor to King Hamlet. She met Prince Hamlet II when she was but a young girl. She liked him well enough but little did she know that he may change her life. They spent time together along with Laertes and some of Hamlet's other friends. Hamlet, being a daring boy, would climb to the top of the willow tree by the river. Since Ophelia was the only girl, Hamlet would try to coax her up the tree. She never did. She had always been afraid to.

At the age of ten, her mother became ill. The woman who she practically idolized was slowly dying. Ophelia stayed by her mother's side as often as she could. Her father hired some of the best physicians. Their efforts were in vain. On a cold, dark winter day, Helena left the household of Polonius. From then on, Ophelia grew up motherless. This event caused her older brother, Laertes to become even more protective over her.

As she grew older, she was appointed as a lady-in-waiting to Queen Gertrude. By then, Laertes had become a soldier in the army. He was sent off to fight in another kingdom. She was now left with only her father. Occasionally, she would be able to write to Laertes and hear about his adventure. In his letters, he spoke of nothing but fun as a way to shield Ophelia from the bad thoughts of the land outside of theirs. Not even that could fool young Ophelia. She had already served at court and knew the whispers that went around about the war. As it was in most courts, the nobles were teeming with gossip.

As Ophelia became a great favorite of the queen due to her mother being a former lady-in-waiting, she caught the eye of a certain prince. Hamlet began writing her poems and giving her items to remember him by. She slowly began to fall in love with him. For that brief time, the two were in love until it all went wrong. King Hamlet had fallen. His wife and throne was taken by his own brother, King Claudius. Hamlet himself began to act suspiciously. He was beginning to turn Ophelia away. He acted as if he was slowly going mad.

She was glad to escape it when her brother, Laertes returned. He was back for a short leave from the army. Laertes quickly noticed the relationship between his young sister and Hamlet. The day of his departure back to the army came. On that morn, he proclaimed his suspicions of Hamlet and warned his sister not to be close to him. Her father agreed to her brother's suggestion. In a court ruled by men, the women never refused to listen to their father or brother. Ophelia obeyed.

One day while she was sewing in one of the queen's rooms, Hamlet came in. She noted that he had a look of pure madness upon his face. Her father believed that he was heartbroken because of Ophelia's distance. He voiced his thoughts to his new employer, King Claudius. Polonius ordered his young daughter to meet with Hamlet while he and the king would be listening in. Hamlet comes to meet with Ophelia though his madness is evident. He speaks to her but tells her to go to a nunnery. He realizes his words and declares that there shall be no more marriages. Ophelia becomes disheartened and believes that she has lost the love of her life.

Several days later, a troop of performers come to perform a play for the palace. Ophelia's confusion continues when Hamlet sits beside her. He acts as if the past event has not even occurred. She tries to distance herself from him since his behavior scared her. Was he truly going mad? The question played through her mind so many times. Her confusion only worsened when she learned of her father's death the next day. What was the cause of all these deaths and madness? Her questions drove her to lock herself away, deep inside her own mind. She vaguely remembers what she did. Hamlet was sent away and her brother came back. She remembered the rue that she used to symbolize herself. Everything happened as if it were in a dream.

Hamlet was there. He was climbing the willow tree as he had done when he was younger. He beckoned her to climb up with him. His boyish smile had a mischievous touch to it as he reached a hand out to her. Ophelia smiled up at him. This time she climbed and took his hand. She had nothing to worry about anymore. She climbed the tree. It all happened quickly. The branch snapped. A cry sounded. Ophelia fell, the water almost sounded as if it was...her mother's lullaby.

The next thing she knew, she had awoken. A foggy scene played out before her. Laertes rushed to her side and embraced. A dark shadow stood, far from her. Its shape was so like his. It couldn't be. Everything went dark again but this time it was briefer. When she woke again, she noticed that so many things had changed. This palace wasn't the same anymore. Perhaps she wasn't the same either but the mystery will soon unravel.

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Role-play Example:
It was a rather cloudy day as Noir walked along the streets of her town. In her arms, she held a large bouquet of pure white roses. She practically had to beg that horrid Fontaine to allow her to come. It wasn't in her nature to beg someone. Shealwaysgot what she wanted, or at least used to. It has been a month from the day her family died. It has also been two weeks since Fontaine took her in. She shook her head hard, sending her blonde hair flying around her that earned Noir some odd glances. Noir frowned.

This was not a time to think about that dreadful man. It was a time to think about her family. Noir kept walking, deep in thought, barely paying any attention to where she was walking. She almost strolled past her destination. Noir took several steps back and took a deep breath. She entered the gloomy-looking place filled with tombstones and weeping willows. Such a tragic place, she thought to herself. She quickly sped to a particularly large willow tree with tombstones in its shade.

She trekked to the fairly newer graves. Over her parents' grave was an arch which symbolized their reunion in heaven. Her brother's was a much more sorrowful picture. The Angel of Grief cast its hand next to his name. Noir laid the bouquet on her parents' grave and picked a single rose from it. She put it on front of her brother's grave. Would it have been different if he hadn't done those things? She closed her eyes and allowed a single tear fall on his grave before a torrent of them began to fall.

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Name: Aura
Location: EST
RP Experience: Two years now
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