Post by Amena Quinn on Dec 23, 2004 18:55:55 GMT -5
Full Name: Amena Quinn O’Gara Castlerahan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue-Green
Age: 22
Brief History: Amena’s mother, Catherine, died while giving birth to her younger sister Keeley when Amena was 2 yrs old. For three years her father raised the two of them, until he married a widow by the name of Treva O’Hegarty. She was just like the wicked stepmother… except with an Irish accent. Treva bore her father, Aidan, a son 10 yrs Amena’s junior. And as soon as she did, her father set out to find Amena a husband. She was wed to a Lord Castlerahan of Ulster, who owned a small piece of land inside southern Ulster. They were married about 5 years when her husband contracted an illness that a year later took his life. During the following months, her father heard of her new freedom and sent her younger sister to live with her. She was sickly and weak, which was why she had never married… they thought she would die before they ever found a suitable husband.
Sample Paragraph:
A slight breeze drifted through the cracked windows of Lady Amena Quinn’s study, as she stared at papers covering her desk. With a small sigh, she looked up at the window, wishing she could be out there instead of in here. She hated looking at such things… she was never very good at accounts and such, but someone had to do them. She pushed herself away from the desk, and walked toward the window, pushing it farther open. The breeze that flew across green hills and open pastures moved strands of her black hair off her face. The stars winked at her from their perch in the heavens, as if saying ’That a girl, you work hard and you will be rewarded.’ A small laugh escaped her throat as she turned her attention back to the rolling hills, and beyond that, you could see a glimmer of the sea. A moan was heard through the castle halls that ripped Amena from her dream like stare back to reality. With a heavy sigh, she quickly closed the window, put her papers in a little more order, and pushed open the study door. ~C~
Her sister needed her, so she rushed to her side. Keeley had been sickly ever since their mother had died, but no matter what doctors said, she managed to survive to the age of 20, and she was getting better each day. But today was one of her bad days, a storm was about to come through and Keeley seemed to always be effected by it. Amena turned the corner and placed a hand on Keeley’s door. She looked down then preceded to care for her beloved sister. ~End~
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue-Green
Age: 22
Brief History: Amena’s mother, Catherine, died while giving birth to her younger sister Keeley when Amena was 2 yrs old. For three years her father raised the two of them, until he married a widow by the name of Treva O’Hegarty. She was just like the wicked stepmother… except with an Irish accent. Treva bore her father, Aidan, a son 10 yrs Amena’s junior. And as soon as she did, her father set out to find Amena a husband. She was wed to a Lord Castlerahan of Ulster, who owned a small piece of land inside southern Ulster. They were married about 5 years when her husband contracted an illness that a year later took his life. During the following months, her father heard of her new freedom and sent her younger sister to live with her. She was sickly and weak, which was why she had never married… they thought she would die before they ever found a suitable husband.
Sample Paragraph:
A slight breeze drifted through the cracked windows of Lady Amena Quinn’s study, as she stared at papers covering her desk. With a small sigh, she looked up at the window, wishing she could be out there instead of in here. She hated looking at such things… she was never very good at accounts and such, but someone had to do them. She pushed herself away from the desk, and walked toward the window, pushing it farther open. The breeze that flew across green hills and open pastures moved strands of her black hair off her face. The stars winked at her from their perch in the heavens, as if saying ’That a girl, you work hard and you will be rewarded.’ A small laugh escaped her throat as she turned her attention back to the rolling hills, and beyond that, you could see a glimmer of the sea. A moan was heard through the castle halls that ripped Amena from her dream like stare back to reality. With a heavy sigh, she quickly closed the window, put her papers in a little more order, and pushed open the study door. ~C~
Her sister needed her, so she rushed to her side. Keeley had been sickly ever since their mother had died, but no matter what doctors said, she managed to survive to the age of 20, and she was getting better each day. But today was one of her bad days, a storm was about to come through and Keeley seemed to always be effected by it. Amena turned the corner and placed a hand on Keeley’s door. She looked down then preceded to care for her beloved sister. ~End~