Post by Felicity Beaufort on May 12, 2013 7:09:32 GMT -5
Just a note: There's a little bit of an intense moment in the history. Keep that in mind if you read it.[/i]
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[rs=2] | Full name: Felicity Beaufort. Position: Camper. Height: 5'8" Weight: 145lb Personality: Summed up, Felicity is an idealist. She lives in her dreams and her own little world which she created to keep her happy. In which, she would have a partner (preferably Gregory, in spite of the thought that he doesn't love her) who pleased her frequently with romantic gestures (such as love letters or special declarations of love) and the full attention of her father. Besides that, she is a lovely and admirable girl. She is also quite humble and modest, although still confident. Felicity can talk to just about anyone, and often likes talking about mutual interests (particularly specific activities, or books). She loves to talk about relationships, though. And love, and romance. And she would often end up speaking of her dreams, as unrealistic as they may be. Felicity also has good etiquette, and is articulate with her words. Despite all of that, Felicity is rather sensitive at the mention of her father. And can only result in her isolating herself from everyone or weeping about it. (The same would happen for a mention of Gregory, but she believes she's the only one that knows of him, and her dreams have gotten her a little more used to the idea). The neglect of love only resulted in her aching for more, which hence turned her into a romantic. Greatly desiring love, particularly returned love, from a potential or actual partner who she was in a happy relationship with. Which means, money can't win her over. She is also disciplined and can't take rude manners lightly. After having been raised in a strict private boarding school, it is difficult for her to be lenient towards people who are rude to her and ignore manners. Immortal parent: Demeter. Claimed?: Yes. Mortal parent: Edward Beaufort. Other relatives: None. History: Edward Beaufort was a first class citizen of the country of England. He owned an estate with a very large garden surrounding it. The home itself was large enough to be called a mansion. The gardens of this home were so well known around the area. They were always well kept and incredulously beautiful. Even in winter, the gardeners continued to work so that the garden looked beautiful. So much so that even in the heavy rainfalls that were common to Great Britain, this garden would look marvelous. Edward, still unmarried, often met beautiful women and strolled with them in his garden as they had a talk. It was always his test. If he could walk with a woman and actually enjoy it and could see them doing it regularly, then perhaps she was the woman Edward was going to marry. What a wonderful thought. One day, Edward found a woman who was keen to visit the beautiful gardens of the estate. So keen. He walked with her and every little bit of it seemed to excite her. She loved it dearly. Walking with her, Edward could feel his heart warming up. Perhaps this was the very woman he was to end up with. Nevertheless, he could tell the woman was starting to like him too. The two got to talking, mostly about the garden, and the subject fascinated the woman greatly. That was when she started asking about him. And he about her. The two started meeting up more and more regularly. Walking around the garden, maybe going inside for a cup of tea with scones or cake. Eventually, the two spent the night together. And when Edward woke up, thinking to find the woman he loved beside him, instead, he found no one. He looked around the estate, searching frantically for her. She was nowhere to be seen. At first, he shrugged it off. But as time passed, he began feeling such mixed emotions. At times, he would feel withdrawal symptoms, desperately wanting the woman back in his life - at other times, he would be the most unpleasant to be around. Being verbally aggressive and angry. The servants feared him during this state. Nine months later, Edward was approached by one of his servants. She carried a golden cradle, in which there was a baby. Edward was surprised by the appearance of this child, and when the servant disappeared to get him some more tea, he read the note that was placed in the cradle. It had such beautiful handwriting. It was an explicit letter of what the child was doing in his care. How the woman he had loved was actually the goddess Demeter. How that night they had spent together had impregnated her. This baby being the child they had conceived. Her name was Felicity. Meaning, happiness. Demeter described that the reason she chose that name for their child was because of how happy she had been when with him. And then went on to say that it felt like torture for her when she left, but it was always going to be inevitable. She just had to leave him. Edward rarely ever gave attention to his daughter. Instead, he sent her to a private boarding school. Felicity only ever came home for summer, and even then, Edward avoided time with her. Edward was still the emotional wreck Demeter had left him in. Because of that, during the summer time, Felicity and Edward would always endure awkward conversations at meal times. Felicity always tried to talk to him, but he would only ever reply with one word answers. Needless to say, Felicity hated her time at home. She had plenty of friends at school, she was happy at school. When she was home, she would often sit in her bedroom and either read or daydream. Thing is, Felicity did care about her father. And she worried about him. So throughout her childhood, she always put effort into talking to him. Felicity continued to live like that up until a few days before her eighteenth birthday. Felicity got all the qualifications she wanted, or needed. All of which were rather highly graded. But one day, Edward didn't seem to be who he always appeared to be. He was bright. Somewhat cheerful. He greeted Felicity one morning with a plane ticket. He told her that for her eighteenth birthday, she deserved to go on holiday. Although he couldn't go with her, he had sorted everything out for her. She was going to stay with his friend, who lived on Fifth Avenue in New York, and he was going to take her to see all the great sites of New York city. Of course, having only had the glamorous sight of New York from the media, Felicity gladly agreed to it. Upon leaving the estate for Heathrow Airport in London, Edward gave her a letter. He told her only to open it the day she turned eighteen, and that the return flight ticket was in with it. It kept it safe then, with something he wanted her to read. Felicity being Felicity, she nodded and swore not to open the letter until her eighteenth birthday. Then she soon left for the Airport and took an eight hour flight to JFK Airport. Needless to say, Felicity loved this feeling of independence. It felt so good. Upon arriving at the airport, she took a taxi (which Edward had booked for her) into Manhattan. When the taxi stopped, she got out. Yet, honestly, Felicity hadn't the slightest clue where she was. She carried no money with her because her father had promised that any money she would need would be with his friend, who she was going to be staying with. He said it would be safer that way. But... where Felicity had been dropped off... it didn't look anything like her expectations of Fifth Avenue. And the taxi had left already. Felicity was alone. She didn't have anything on her either. Besides the clothes she wore , the letter sat in the pocket of her pants. Edward told her she hadn't needed to bring anything either. The clothes she needed had found their own way to where she was staying. To ease travel. Nevertheless, Felicity was stuck in the middle of Manhattan with no clue as to where she needed to go. So she asked people how to get to Fifth Avenue. A few people told her. One of which knew a shortcut, and seeing as it was starting to get a little dark, it seemed like the best option for her. So she took it. The streets were a lot darker then. And about half way on her route, Felicity started to feel uncomfortable. It was as though someone was following her. Felicity only tried to keep walking, tensing up. Then when she was called for. "Give me your f*cking money." He said. Felicity couldn't help but bring herself to a complete stop. She told him she didn't have any, and he told her not to lie. Tightly grabbing her then. She only repeated that she didn't have any money on her, and then the mugger suddenly proposed sex. Out of ease for him, he tried to then push her on her knees. But when Felicity tried to resist, he held a gun to her head. So she was forced to oblige. Throughout, Felicity was weeping. After the mugger ripped her top and took her bra for his own, the two were interrupted. Felicity quickly crossed her arms to cover her chest, and she pulled away from the mugger when he and this new man were having a conversation. Well, he was threatening the mugger and telling him to get away from her. From what she heard, his name was Gregory DeVito. Gregory killed the mugger and gave Felicity a jacket to cover herself. Gregory was kind to her. He took her out for a meal, gave her coffee. Felicity began to feel something for him. This man had saved her. Gregory soon invited her back to his place, and Felicity went with him. He had managed to calm her down and make her happy. Especially after what had just happened. By the end of the night, the two had actually made love. Felicity knew that she loved him. She knew it was worth it and that she wanted it. Yet... when she confessed her love for him, it wasn't well-received. He told her he couldn't love her. Meaning that he didn't love her back. Felicity felt embarrassed. Ashamed. She quickly left, saying everything was fine, and dressed herself in the clothes she had worn before with his jacket to cover her chest (he'd said she could keep it). After about a ten minute walk, continuing on the path she took earlier to Fifth Avenue, she finally decided to cave in and read the letter her father had written her. Everything had been a lie. Felicity felt some uncontrollable hatred for her father as she read the true reasoning behind the trip. He just wanted to get rid of her. He wanted her to experience the pain of having someone leave you. He probably thought it was an indirect punishment for Demeter. Instead of the friend she was to stay with in Fifth Avenue, there was a good quality hotel just off it. He had booked a room for her, which he was going to keep funding. There was going to be room service, so she would still get food. Her clothes had been sent there. That was officially her new home. Felicity made her way there, got into her room and just started crying. She lived like that for several months. It was a tedious life. Felicity found herself aching for Gregory's company, and so with how boring her life was, she started to daydream purely about him and situations the two could be in. If they ever met again. How things would go. That was, until one day, Felicity went for a morning walk in the city. She was found by a satyr, who explained everything to her. All about the gods and so on so forth. He eventually took her to Camp Reborn in Alaska, helping her bring as many clothes with her as she could. A week or two after her arrival at camp, she was claimed by Demeter. And she has been at camp ever since. |
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