Abrielle Linette Reinald

[Abrielle Reinald]

MY MIND
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ALIAS: Keara.
CONACT: [e-mail].
FOUND: affiliates request at Rift.

HER STORY
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NAME: Abrielle Linette Reinald.
AGE: seventeen.
GENDER: maiden.
SPECIES: Garou.
CLASS: nobility.
HOBBIES: reading, singing, and sword fighting.

APPEARANCE: Abrielle is a graceful and elegant figure riddled with a stoic poise. Her body is sleek, slender yet strong with an unfathomable duration. All leg, as the saying goes, the young woman looks as though she were built for speed – and it is speed she can most certainly attain. Tall for a woman, she stands at an even five foot ten inches with a ballroom dancer’s inclination and an air of confidence. Her face is framed by rich, golden locks that carry the slightest tinge of auburn in the sunlight. Wavy in some areas and curly in others, the beauty carelessly lets it drape across her ivory shoulders. Nearly masked beneath a tussle of windblown bangs, her eyes shine like pale moons in any amount of lighting – glowing with a reflective quality that can only be described as mysterious or enthralling. In the form of an average wolf, Abrielle carries with her the graceful, lanky figure and the long, elegant legs. She has fur the color of fresh snow, lengthy and soft to the touch, that flutters in the wind like ribbons or dandelion petals. Being such a kempt creature, there is never a speck of dirt to be found on the gentle queen. She keeps her coat tangle and blemish free, often delighting in the feel of soapy water in her fur. With eyes as round and large as saucers, there is a youthful quality in Abrielle’s expression that is often mistake for a lack of maturity. She covets intelligence and rarely displays any amount of perceivable emotion. When taking the form of an anthropomorphic, wolf-human hybrid, she maintains a very sincere, feminine quality still. With a slightly exaggerated chest and curvaceous hips, she displays the best features of both of her two identities. The hair remains longer where once her womanly locks sprouted, but only enough to notice with a good sense of attention. Throughout all of her appearances, there remains her jewelry – a silver earring in her left lobe and bronze locket around her neck.

PERSONALITY: Reclusive and shy, Abrielle isn’t the type of girl that makes friends easily. She’s a very concerning, very kindly individual with a big heart – especially for animals – but it takes her a while to open up. Never one to say much, the young woman can lend the appearance of being a mute. She’s very introverted and loves spending her time alone. For all of her good qualities, however, there lurks a darkness inside this madam similar to the king of France’s. Suffering from a mild form of schizophrenia, Abrielle knows she’s never truly alone. The voices in her mind aren’t threatening by any sense of the word, but at times they do torment the poor girl. Very thoughtful and sincere, Abrielle is a gentle soul blessed with a few extra “friends”. She has three main voices that keep her company inside her mind – each of which differs slightly from her own personality. The first one is the most familiar and the most vocal, calling herself Renae. Short-tempered and lively, this voice is the one most likely to urge and nurture Abrielle’s rebelliousness. At the root of any and all trouble, Renae and Abrielle are the closest and equally the most distant. Like two best friends that constantly make each other mad they function, trapped forever inside one body. The second voice has named itself Cerise and is overall quite similar to Abrielle herself. Shy and awkward, this voice is often the one trying to keep peace inside the raging rift known as Abrielle’s mind. Cerise and Abrielle are like sisters, in some fashion. They communicate with each other more easily than anyone or anything else. The last voice is perhaps the most strange. Zephirin, you see, is male. Often overruled by the girls, Zephirin is the most social part of Abrielle’s personality. He’s the one that encourages her to make contact with the outside world from time to time, often bribing his host with the animosity he feels toward Renae. Zephirin is always on Abrielle’s side – as long as she does what he tells her to do.

HISTORY: Her story begins – as all stories do – with creation. One man and one woman met on one incredible day and fell into a sort of Shakespearean romance. Her mother, Lucia Reinald, was of noble, English birth and one of the most celebrated figures of all the Reinalds. She had a devoted heart for those in need and took pity upon many of the less fortunate peasants. Desiring to help them in whatever ways she could, this angel of her time crossed paths with one volatile Davis Sebastian. He was a criminal of every imaginable degree… but when his eyes befell the radiance of Lucia, his hardened tendencies melted in her wake. Seduced by his rebellious and rugged charm, Lucia decided to accept the man’s advances. They spent one magical day together that forever conjoined their hearts as if they had been one to begin with. Lucia had every intention of marrying Davis but his wicked paths caught up to him in the end and he was imprisoned for his crimes and sentenced to execution. Heartbroken by the injustice of her tragic romance, Lucia became a bitter, tormented soul that locked herself away in the Reinald manor. She ceased all socialization and became nothing but a shell of what once she had been. When her daughter – Abrielle – was finally born, she had the nursemaids take the crying infant away and hanged herself that very night.

Given to her grandmother for upbringing, Abrielle was a constant reminder of good Gram’s torment. Gram’s daughter and Abrielle’s mother, it seemed, had lived for one cause and one cause alone – that of Davis Sebastian. Though Gram tried to raise Abrielle right and to be the motherly figure that every daughter needs, it was noticed early on that the young girl suffered some deep affect. She was often noticed talking – seemingly – to herself in the garden. She mentioned strange times and talked of people as if they were real. As if Abrielle had met them. Calling a local physicker, Gram tried to find the answers to her granddaughter’s puzzling habits. It was then discovered that her darling daughter’s daughter was touched in the head. Because of her father’s unknown history, Gram deduced that he had sinned and passed this horrible curse from God Himself into his innocent daughter. Worried for her only surviving kin, Gram locked Abrielle away in a grand room of the Reinald manor to keep safe and hidden from the prying, superstitious eyes of the rest of the world. She was afraid that, should Abrielle’s taint become known, the townsfolk would declare her a witch. In such troubling times the kind old woman was not willing to risk losing the last of her loved ones. Unfortunately, however, Gram did not have much time left in the world of the living. She passed in her sleep to a better place and left her granddaughter, once again, alone.

As the estate was divided, Abrielle was soon discovered. Smart enough to know what danger her madness might inflict, the young girl managed to slip away – abandoning what right she had to claim the status of her name. She traveled far and wide for years on end, led by a mysterious voice in her head that called itself Elenore. Abrielle listened intently to the disembodied persona that she had come to believe was her mother, come back to lead her through life. From Germany to Scotland and finally to France, the young woman traveled with nothing but familiar voices to guide her. Once there, the impoverished youth met a dashing young count that took her into his home. He loved the pretty young woman with a heart of gold and promised her the world if she would marry him. Abrielle accepted in one of her rare moments of clarity but eventually lost this man – whose name she cannot now remember – because of her ‘illness’. The voices raged at their affair and the façade that the maiden tried to keep for her lover incinerated in the multiplying number of voices. Like a tidal wave they had consumed everything within Abrielle and she fled in horror from the cause of these new sounds. Elenore disappeared during this time… her last words resounding in Abrielle’s mind with a final proclamation of love and the girl became lost in a sea of unintelligible articulations. These new voices – which must have numbered in the hundreds – drove Abrielle truly insane. They did, however, begin to die – one by one – until only the three strongest remained: Renae, Cerise, and Zephirin. They have become her closest friends, her most vivid enemies, and the only family she has left in the world.
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