Post by MARGUERITE FONTAINE on Oct 8, 2012 2:10:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #fb5457 solid; border-bottom: 10px #fb5457 solid;] ...FONTAINE, MARGUERITE civilian (teacher) this character is played by mikki PERSONAL INFORMATION NICKNAME: maggie, ms. fontaine to her students AGE: twenty-two GENDER: female SEXUALITY: heterosexual PLAYBY: seychelles - hetalia PERSONALITY INFORMATION POSITIVE: + affectionate + bright + charming + enthusiastic + friendly + generous + humble + kind + loyal + neat + optimistic + practical + romantic + sincere + thoughtful + understanding + vibrant + warmhearted + youthful + zealous NEGATIVE: - aggressive - clinging - compulsive - dependent - gullible - impulsive - introverted - low self-esteem - nervous - needy - opinionated - possessive - quaint - random - scattered - silly - stubborn - timid - unsure - whimsical LIKES: Food: + chicken + pasta + burgers + cupcakes + breads Gifts: + handmade items + food (see favorites) + ribbons + books + flowers Activities: + walking + boating + dancing + singing + reading Season: autumn DISLIKES: FOOD: - broccoli - fish - asparagus - nuts - casseroles - mustard GIFTS: - jewelry - food (see dislikes) - makeup - minerals - flashy things ACTIVITIES: - horseback riding - farming - fishing - mining - running Season: summer OTHER INFORMATION HISTORY: Marguerite Cassandre Fontaine was born to a lowly fisherman and his beautiful wife. Her mother's dowry had been her grandfathers fishing boat and with it, her father worked hard every day to put food on their table, clothes on their backs, and a roof over their heads - even if it was fish each night, threadbare fabric, and a ceiling that drip drip dropped with every unforgiving rainy season. But Maggie never knew any difference. She was happy with what she was given - and thought herself blessed indeed. To her, happiness was the day her father finally thought she was old enough to go out on the boat with him and haul up their catch for the day in the nets that seemed to get less and less heavy as she grew older and bigger. Eventually - upon her mother's insistence that it simply wasn't lady like for her to run around with her hair running wild and her dresses smelling of brine and fish - she was kept home each morning and then even later sent to school while her father toiled on his own. It was when she began these treks into town from their shack by the shore that Maggie discovered two things. First, that the Utopian life she thought she led with her parents, animals, and the sea wasn't all it was cracked up to be, by the way the other girls pointed and laughed blatantly at her poor state of dress and unkempt pigtails. Second, and perhaps more important, she realized that learning was a whole lot of fun. Her teachers doted on her, thankful for a child that was as eager to learn as they were to teach and soon she rose from two grades below her actual age level to two grades above. She seemed very bright and her mother couldn't be more proud. On her last day of school and her eighteenth birthday she was given a pretty new blue dress and a set of red ribbons with which her mother bound her hair into sweet pigtails very becoming of the young lady she had become - but still harkening to the jubilant child within. That night a celebration was to be held in their home. She thought it was in honor of her completion of schooling. But her parents were celebrating a secret something of their own. Although she didn't know it yet, one of her father's men had asked for her hand in marriage and intended to begin courting her right that summer. She'd had her eye on Francisco for some time but never thought he reciprocated the feelings. Once he began to come calling each night though it became apparent that they were destined to be together. Each night she helped make dinner and sat down with him to eat out on the porch, loving the salty sea breeze wafting up from the cliffs below them where the waves crashed in a steady rhythm. She didn't think it could get much better than what they had and would have. Then, one day, on a whim, her father let Francisco take one of the boats out on his own. He would of course be inheriting the business when he married Maggie so he'd better start learning to be the Captain sometime. The family watched from their yard, waving as the little crew set sail with Francisco at the helm. That was the last time any of them saw the boat or men again. A sudden summer squall had blown in and, they assumed, blown them off course. It likely totaled the boat as quickly and violently as it had come in, with as inexperienced a crew as had been managing it. It's now four years later, and Maggie's tender heart has healed but whenever she sees fireworks overhead or sees children splashing and playing on the beach all she can think of is the summer from long ago. She's certainly heard the whispers that Francisco and the other men had taken advantage of her family and stole the boat. That he's been spotted in ports all over. A part of her still hopes that one day she'll see the sails with her father's insignia billowing in the breeze come sailing back into the harbor. That she'll run down and meet her long lost love on the pier. But slowly, as time marches on she loses a bit of that hope and replaces it with a hope that she'll find another love in the future. Right now, her sole love is teaching the children and teens of the town she holds so dear, and instilling in them the love of learning that her own teachers brought out in her so long ago. She's able to keep herself occupied with her studies, her work, and her overall positive attitude. She's optimistic and some may even say silly - but that's just how she copes with the tragic loss that still hangs like a shroud around her family home. Even though she lives in town now, whenever she visits it's like nothing has changed. Sadly, this is why she's not as close to her parents as she used to be. She's slowly drifting away: but perhaps this is good. Perhaps she needs to sever the apron strings a bit and finally do some growing up and self-discovery. She was ready to settle down and be married by now. And just look at all she may have missed and, too, will have missed whatever is to come! FEARS: - dying alone - losing her job - failing HOBBIES: + reading + teaching + making music by rimy ♥ of btn! |
