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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Miriam Carolina Calvert
Gender:Female
Age:9
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Lucretius Calvert, father (NPC/adoptable)
Olivetta Calvert, née Bianchi, mother (NPC/adoptable)
Residence:Lanscombe Hall, Devon
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? I don't know any other players/characters
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:None
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Miriam is the eldest of 3 children born to the only son of an English genteel pureblood farming family and the youngest daughter of an aristocratic Italian pureblood dynasty.
Miriam, her brother (Richard, 6), sister (Henrietta, 2), mother (Olivetta, 35) and father (Lucretius, 37) all lived together in the Villa Siriaca in Tuscany until a month ago. Olivetta always said she only married Lucretius because her father was going to give him the villa overlooking Florence, which was her favourite house. However, since Lucretius planted a vineyard when his wife was pregnant with Miriam and turned the villa into a place of business, they've argued constantly. Every time her mother wanted to host a party, Miriam's father would shout about it being a waste of time and money, and Olivetta would retaliate by saying the ballroom was going to waste.
When Lucretius' mother died in January, Miriam's mother announced her intention of moving to England and keeping house for her father-in-law. Her husband didn't argue, he agreed and helped make the plans. So, now Miriam, Richard, Henrietta and their mother are living with Grandpa Tristan in Devon and Miriam doesn't know how often she'll see her father; he never took them to visit grandma and grandpa very often, not like Mama taking them to visit Nonno Antonio and Nonna Grazia.
Miriam's English governess and the family's Italian cook both refused to make the move to Devon, only Henrietta's French nanny came with them. Olivetta is still trying to find someone to educate her two older children but, for the time being, Miriam spends her days following her mother around, sewing whatever her mother gives her to sew, reading whatever passage her mother orders her to read and riding the pony her grandfather gave her whenever her mother instructs her to go outside.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Miriam looked up from the daisy-chain she was making in surprise. However, before she could focus on the other girl her attention was caught by what appeared to be a miniature broom sticking out of the ground. Miriam frowned; Grandpa Tristan said that good girls didn't ride brooms, that she would have to wait until she became a young lady. She had tried to ask how she would know she was a young lady but grandpa had gotten all red in the face, like daddy did when he was angry, and told her to ask her mother.
It suddenly occurred to her that the strange girl had asked her something and she had been frowning at the girl's broom ever since.
"Awfully sorry," she said, trying to sound English as possible. "I don't remember being introduced. I'm Miriam Calvert. My grandfather owns the big house... over there." She gestured widely in the direction of the path that Wren had brought her down. "What was your name?" she asked before turning her eyes back down to the daisy chain.
She was hoping to make it big enough to get it over Wren's head without the pony eating it. Miriam thought the pinkish white petals would look like pretty stars against the Dartmoor pony's burgundy coat. She wished ponies would look at flowers and think 'pretty', not 'yum'.
"Where's your pony?" she asked the other girl, abruptly, after realising that she had only seen the toy-broom. "I'm sure Wren would love to play with your pony." The girl had said something about playing, hadn't she? "She and Toffee are always playing when me and Riccardo are stuck inside being productive." Miriam flushed red as she realised what she had done, looking up to gauge the other girl's reaction to her mistake. "I mean, Richard. He's my brotherino. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
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