31st Summer, 516AV.
Amelia was not often charitable. She firmly believed that good things came to those who worked hard – this despite the fact that, until recently, her luxurious lifestyle had been funded by her father and not her own efforts. But then again, she had fulfilled the role of ‘Perfect Daughter’ pretty well, having only a handful of diva-like tantrums every season (and really, who wouldn’t sulk when their father refused to buy them a must-have coat?). So perhaps, in her own way, she had done the hard labour that meant she deserved the extravagant lifestyle.
All that changed when Cliff Trisswell, her otherwise doted and loving father, admitted to having an affair with a girl a mere season that his own daughter. He subsequently left Lhavit with the slut in question, taking with him his impressive income, his expensive possessions, and the general high standard of living that Amelia had grown accustomed to.
This change in her lifestyle, if anything, made Amelia even more unforgiving towards other people also down in their luck. Poverty was due to laziness, hunger was due to bad financial management, and the worse sin of all – bad style – was due to ignorance and stupidity.
Though she could do little for the first two problems, Amelia was convinced that her own good taste in clothes, make up and all things beauty could of great benefit to mankind. Thus, she had set up a small table outside of the Silk Palace, her usual place of work, on which lay several swath of different materials, different colours, different make-up types and the necessary tool. There was also a small sign, which she had tacked onto the table top, which reading:
TODAY ONLY! FREE MAKE OVERS AND STYLE ADVICE CURTESY OF AMELIA TRISSWELL-BARKER.
The seamstress stood eagerly behind the table, her golden hair styled in an immaculate braid that trailed over her left shoulder. Green eyes were lined with black kohl on the upper lids, flicked at the outer corners in a classic cat-eyes style. Even Amelia’s lips were lined and dyed a faint pink that complimented her pale skin tone. The dress she wore – one of her own designs, of course – was baby pink and featured an A-line skirt that showed off her slim calves and upper thighs. She looked quite lovely; and Amelia knew it.
oocFeel free to join in! Please reply here, with whatever time of day suits best, and I’ll start another thread with Amelia giving your PC much needed fashion advice
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Amelia was not often charitable. She firmly believed that good things came to those who worked hard – this despite the fact that, until recently, her luxurious lifestyle had been funded by her father and not her own efforts. But then again, she had fulfilled the role of ‘Perfect Daughter’ pretty well, having only a handful of diva-like tantrums every season (and really, who wouldn’t sulk when their father refused to buy them a must-have coat?). So perhaps, in her own way, she had done the hard labour that meant she deserved the extravagant lifestyle.
All that changed when Cliff Trisswell, her otherwise doted and loving father, admitted to having an affair with a girl a mere season that his own daughter. He subsequently left Lhavit with the slut in question, taking with him his impressive income, his expensive possessions, and the general high standard of living that Amelia had grown accustomed to.
This change in her lifestyle, if anything, made Amelia even more unforgiving towards other people also down in their luck. Poverty was due to laziness, hunger was due to bad financial management, and the worse sin of all – bad style – was due to ignorance and stupidity.
Though she could do little for the first two problems, Amelia was convinced that her own good taste in clothes, make up and all things beauty could of great benefit to mankind. Thus, she had set up a small table outside of the Silk Palace, her usual place of work, on which lay several swath of different materials, different colours, different make-up types and the necessary tool. There was also a small sign, which she had tacked onto the table top, which reading:
TODAY ONLY! FREE MAKE OVERS AND STYLE ADVICE CURTESY OF AMELIA TRISSWELL-BARKER.
The seamstress stood eagerly behind the table, her golden hair styled in an immaculate braid that trailed over her left shoulder. Green eyes were lined with black kohl on the upper lids, flicked at the outer corners in a classic cat-eyes style. Even Amelia’s lips were lined and dyed a faint pink that complimented her pale skin tone. The dress she wore – one of her own designs, of course – was baby pink and featured an A-line skirt that showed off her slim calves and upper thighs. She looked quite lovely; and Amelia knew it.
oocFeel free to join in! Please reply here, with whatever time of day suits best, and I’ll start another thread with Amelia giving your PC much needed fashion advice
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Evening or early night would probably work best for Urkut, although I'm pretty flexible.
