Post by natalie aldridge on Aug 11, 2009 0:13:01 GMT -5
natalie jane aldridge
[/b][/color][/size] A Miss Natalie Jane Aldridge at the dear age of nineteen has found herself upon the most curious of situations - entering into London's most tantalizing gossip. "[/i][/color][/font][/size][/ul][/blockquote]
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W R I T E R .
name: brianna!
RP experience: when dinosaurs roamed the earth
how did you find us?: i often ask myself that
age: 20.889
gender: lady!
P O R T R A I T .
eye color: brown
hair color: brown
height: 5' 7"
body type: tiny, petite
distinguishing features: freckles across her nose, and a noticeable limp in her right leg
fashion style:
M A N N E R S .
profession: n/a
adoration for:
distaste for:
dreams:
fears:
secrets:
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P A S T .
family:
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As Natalie grew, the phrase was repeated over countless times – she was of no worth. Through her mother’s determination however, Natalie was able to walk just like everyone else. The only difference was that she still had a limp, but other than that she was completely and absolutely normal. Yet, the rest of society saw that limp and only that - that she was different. It was the love of her parents that would soothe her when she came rushing home with tears streaking down her face as yet another vile child would tease and on occasion, strike her. Their unconditional love gave her something beyond hope, that someone else would see beyond her physical ailment – it gave her faith.
Her faith faltered though when at eleven, her mother died suddenly of extravastaed blood in the head. Her mother’s unforeseen and swift death has never been acquiescent in the Aldridge home. With most, time can fill the gap that the passing of a loved one has left behind. But for the Aldridges, it became an abyss that none could bridge. Had Natalie the choice, she would have remained in the confine of her bedroom until the end of her days. But as with Natalie, life did not give her a choice but forced her along its path. After the death of her mother, her father became a recluse and kept to his study. An aunt came and stayed with them in their mourning period and Natalie saw nothing of her father during that time. It wasn't until weeks later that she finally encountered him. The floor was cold beneath her bare feet as she walked slowly down the stairs. She had awoken in the middle of the night to find herself parched. But as she made her way to the kitchen for a glass, she saw that the door to her father's study had been left ajar. Pausing for a moment she stared at the moonlight that spilled from the open door to the wood floor. And with a deep intake of breath, she pulled the door open. Her father sat in his favorite high-backed chair, facing the window from where the moonlight flowed through. He was slouched, his limbs extending out beyond the chair. In his left hand that hung over the armrest was an empty glass of melting ice cubes. An opened bottle of whiskey sat on his table, next to an unopened stack of letters and his oil lamp. Although she tried to remain quiet, her lame leg kept her from being so. With a jolt, her father arose but his stance remained as hunched over as it had been in the chair. He held his glass limply to his side as he stared at her. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes wrinkled. She stepped closer to him and saw his face in the light of the moon. A tiny gasp escaped her mouth as she could not recognize the man who was her father. His skin was sallow and his cheeks caved in; dark circles ringed his bloodshot eyes and he looked to not have shaven in days. Unwilling tears pricked at her eyes; then as she felt them stagger over and across her cheek she cried out "Papa!" and ran to him as best she could. Encircling her arms around his too thin of waist, she buried her face into his shirt as the tears continued. He remained unmoved for a moment, and then she heard the clink of the glass being rested on the table and strong arms holding her. And in a cracked whisper, he said "My Natalie. My darling Natalie, how I've missed you."
After that night, her father returned to work and maintained the semblance of a content man. He was distant now though, and did not speak or see Natalie often except for meals and the occasional greeting. And so life continued and Natalie grew into a beautiful young woman. Without the worry of a proposal, knowing full well there never would be one; Natalie has become something even more of an aberration as she tends to follow her own rules.
When she was seventeen, her uncle took her to Cremorne Stables where their thoroughbred was boarded. Immediately Natalie fell in love with the stables and the horses. Her uncle's thoroughbred had a lame leg like her; he was beautiful but had broken his leg horribly in an accident in the country. Now - according to others, he was of no use. But her uncle thought otherwise and gave him to Natalie as a gift. She spends most of her time at the stables now, looking after her horse and healing her own spirit.
She tries not to think too much of the future that holds nothing but a precarious uncertainty. She is her father's only child - a disabled daughter. She is of no worth to society except to those who love her. And yet even they cannot see her as normal. To them she is a delicate porcelain doll that must be watched and kept hidden from the world. She knows she will die an old maid if she is lucky. She knows that her life is a dangerous one. And yet all she has ever truly wanted is only -
To be seen. [/ul]
E T C .
play-by: emma watson
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second to the right and straight on till morning![/blockquote][/size]