juliet turner {six} wip
Jan 24, 2017 22:51:24 GMT -5
Post by solo on Jan 24, 2017 22:51:24 GMT -5
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Basics:
In the busier parts of town, where I can earn some extra cash along with my sisters, they call me Atropos. Now of course, that's not my real name. When I was taken in to Cecile's home, she named me Juliet Turner. My last name taken from her family, my first from her favorite book.
Cecile has lived in District 6 her whole life, and I suppose that means so have I. I don't remember much about when I was younger, and I don't have any records of my life before moving in with her, so I can't be too sure. However it seems to be the probable choice, with the fence and the Peacekeepers and all.
My sisters and I all turned 18 last month. Or at least, that's what we think. Cecile says we were all about five years old when we arrived, and she declared that day our birthday. We all claimed to be sisters, and we looked about the same age, so we've always assumed we're triplets.
Appearance:
The Three Fates are often described in one of two ways: three old, strict-looking women with stern faces and withered hands, or a group of three generations consisting of a child, a young lady, and an elderly woman. My sisters and I resemble neither of these options. We are all average height, varying slightly from 5' 4" to 5' 5". I'm on the higher end, if you can call it that. Cecile's profession and our extra money earns us enough to keep all four of us fed, which means we all have a relatively healthy weight. I'm not unusually skinny like some of the others in the district, and my ribs don't pull against my skin. I have strong legs, good for running. I can't say the same for my arms. I probably couldn't lift anything over forty pounds.
My sisters and I share the same smooth, pasty white skin. I guess it adds to the "creepiness" of our act. Cecile tells us it's good for business. We have the same shade of extremely light brown hair with hints of blond, but that is where the similarities stop. Where both my sisters have their hair cropped above their shoulders, mine is long, reaching down and eventually curling a bit around my hips. I leave it down usually, although when we are performing, I tie a bright red and gold scarf around my head. Makes me look more mysterious.
My facial features are mainly long and skinny. I have a tall, slightly pointed nose, thin lips that Cecile says don't smile enough, and long, weak eyebrows. My eyes are sort of almond-shaped, a frighteningly pale blue in color. They always stand out sharply no matter what I wear. I gave up trying to make them look good a while ago, and now they're mostly good for seeming haunting or mysterious to whoever I'm speaking with.
Ever since we were little, Cecile has taught us how to speak and walk. Stand tall, shoulders back, chin lifted. You are a goddess. You determine the fate of the world. You must believe it yourself, or they will not. Your voice must be commanding, crisp and clear yet still vague. Speak in riddles and never give a definite answer. Look people in the eye and convince yourself that what you are saying is the truth.
Even more important: convince yourself.
Personality:
Most of who I am has been carefully formed and molded by the hands of Cecile Turner over the past thirteen years of my life. Quite honestly, I don't blame her. She took us in, and in order to do that she needed to earn some extra money to keep us well fed. I don't mind who I am. Sometimes I even convince myself that I like her.
I am a quiet, thoughtful girl most of the time. I keep to myself, I observe, I learn, I gather information. I am supposed to appear as though I know everything. Speak intelligently, use correct grammar, know your facts. This is what I have been taught my whole life. If I don't know something, lie. I have a silver tongue that can twist even the most ludicrous idea and make it appear completely viable. I have to be able to do that, because I have to convince others of who I am. I am Atropos, the Fate of Death, the goddess who determines when your life comes to an end. You doubt me? Your life shall be cursed for all eternity. This is what I tell all the customers who come with a slight tinkling in their pockets.
When I am not the commanding, wise Atropos, I am simple-minded Juliet, the silent one among my sisters. No one bothers me, mostly because they are scared of me. That means I have very few friends. In fact, I'd go so far as to say my sisters are my only friends. Cecile isn't much of a friend. She's more of a companion who houses and feeds us in return for some extra cash. I like her, but I don't open up to her. I keep quiet and do as she says, and I get to keep my bed in the house.
The part I like best about my job are the magic tricks. I'm not a fan of the acting part (although I do it well), but I certainly enjoy playing with the fortune-telling cards or the crystal ball that we pull out every now and then. I have clever hands and a smart tongue, both of which distract our customers enough to convince them I am full of the supernatural. When I am alone, I snatch up a deck of cards and fiddle around with them for hours at a time, usually at night when I have a few moments to myself.
History:
As you already know, my sisters and I were dropped on the street before we reached the age of five. I can't be sure if it was because of our parents death, the three of us simply wandering off together, or an orphanage not being able to afford us. My best guess is that our parents weren't expecting three children at once, and when they saw us, they realized they couldn't keep us. There just wasn't enough food to go around. So, we were sent out into the streets. I'm not sure how long we were there. When Cecile found us, we were dirty and cold and hungry. She says she didn't pity us, but she saw money in us. That's what I like about Cecile: while she certainly isn't unkind to us, she also doesn't sugar coat things, and she prefers to tell the truth.
Over the next two years, she groomed us, coddled us, taught us how to play the roles she intended for us. We started our business just after our eighth birthday, mostly with little plays we would put on in the town square. Cecile started calling us the Three Fates to anyone who asked, and we stopped using our real names in public.Anne became Clotho. Lucy became Lachesis. I became Atropos.
In the busier parts of town, where I can earn some extra cash along with my sisters, they call me Atropos. Now of course, that's not my real name. When I was taken in to Cecile's home, she named me Juliet Turner. My last name taken from her family, my first from her favorite book.
Cecile has lived in District 6 her whole life, and I suppose that means so have I. I don't remember much about when I was younger, and I don't have any records of my life before moving in with her, so I can't be too sure. However it seems to be the probable choice, with the fence and the Peacekeepers and all.
My sisters and I all turned 18 last month. Or at least, that's what we think. Cecile says we were all about five years old when we arrived, and she declared that day our birthday. We all claimed to be sisters, and we looked about the same age, so we've always assumed we're triplets.
Appearance:
The Three Fates are often described in one of two ways: three old, strict-looking women with stern faces and withered hands, or a group of three generations consisting of a child, a young lady, and an elderly woman. My sisters and I resemble neither of these options. We are all average height, varying slightly from 5' 4" to 5' 5". I'm on the higher end, if you can call it that. Cecile's profession and our extra money earns us enough to keep all four of us fed, which means we all have a relatively healthy weight. I'm not unusually skinny like some of the others in the district, and my ribs don't pull against my skin. I have strong legs, good for running. I can't say the same for my arms. I probably couldn't lift anything over forty pounds.
My sisters and I share the same smooth, pasty white skin. I guess it adds to the "creepiness" of our act. Cecile tells us it's good for business. We have the same shade of extremely light brown hair with hints of blond, but that is where the similarities stop. Where both my sisters have their hair cropped above their shoulders, mine is long, reaching down and eventually curling a bit around my hips. I leave it down usually, although when we are performing, I tie a bright red and gold scarf around my head. Makes me look more mysterious.
My facial features are mainly long and skinny. I have a tall, slightly pointed nose, thin lips that Cecile says don't smile enough, and long, weak eyebrows. My eyes are sort of almond-shaped, a frighteningly pale blue in color. They always stand out sharply no matter what I wear. I gave up trying to make them look good a while ago, and now they're mostly good for seeming haunting or mysterious to whoever I'm speaking with.
Ever since we were little, Cecile has taught us how to speak and walk. Stand tall, shoulders back, chin lifted. You are a goddess. You determine the fate of the world. You must believe it yourself, or they will not. Your voice must be commanding, crisp and clear yet still vague. Speak in riddles and never give a definite answer. Look people in the eye and convince yourself that what you are saying is the truth.
Even more important: convince yourself.
Personality:
Most of who I am has been carefully formed and molded by the hands of Cecile Turner over the past thirteen years of my life. Quite honestly, I don't blame her. She took us in, and in order to do that she needed to earn some extra money to keep us well fed. I don't mind who I am. Sometimes I even convince myself that I like her.
I am a quiet, thoughtful girl most of the time. I keep to myself, I observe, I learn, I gather information. I am supposed to appear as though I know everything. Speak intelligently, use correct grammar, know your facts. This is what I have been taught my whole life. If I don't know something, lie. I have a silver tongue that can twist even the most ludicrous idea and make it appear completely viable. I have to be able to do that, because I have to convince others of who I am. I am Atropos, the Fate of Death, the goddess who determines when your life comes to an end. You doubt me? Your life shall be cursed for all eternity. This is what I tell all the customers who come with a slight tinkling in their pockets.
When I am not the commanding, wise Atropos, I am simple-minded Juliet, the silent one among my sisters. No one bothers me, mostly because they are scared of me. That means I have very few friends. In fact, I'd go so far as to say my sisters are my only friends. Cecile isn't much of a friend. She's more of a companion who houses and feeds us in return for some extra cash. I like her, but I don't open up to her. I keep quiet and do as she says, and I get to keep my bed in the house.
The part I like best about my job are the magic tricks. I'm not a fan of the acting part (although I do it well), but I certainly enjoy playing with the fortune-telling cards or the crystal ball that we pull out every now and then. I have clever hands and a smart tongue, both of which distract our customers enough to convince them I am full of the supernatural. When I am alone, I snatch up a deck of cards and fiddle around with them for hours at a time, usually at night when I have a few moments to myself.
History:
As you already know, my sisters and I were dropped on the street before we reached the age of five. I can't be sure if it was because of our parents death, the three of us simply wandering off together, or an orphanage not being able to afford us. My best guess is that our parents weren't expecting three children at once, and when they saw us, they realized they couldn't keep us. There just wasn't enough food to go around. So, we were sent out into the streets. I'm not sure how long we were there. When Cecile found us, we were dirty and cold and hungry. She says she didn't pity us, but she saw money in us. That's what I like about Cecile: while she certainly isn't unkind to us, she also doesn't sugar coat things, and she prefers to tell the truth.
Over the next two years, she groomed us, coddled us, taught us how to play the roles she intended for us. We started our business just after our eighth birthday, mostly with little plays we would put on in the town square. Cecile started calling us the Three Fates to anyone who asked, and we stopped using our real names in public.Anne became Clotho. Lucy became Lachesis. I became Atropos.
