⌂ Helga Bergher ⌂ 20 ⌂ Year 2 ⌂ Haus Silber ⌂
⌂ Story
The right to be a comforter, when all other comfort fails; The right to cheer the drooping heart, when troubles most assail. The right to solace the distressed, to wipe the children’s tear; The right to shelter the oppressed, and gently chide each fear. The right to be a bright sunbeam, in high or lowly home; The right to smile with loving gleam, and make your husband want to come. The right to fan the fevered brow, to ease the troubled mind, and gently tell in accents low, 'All those who seek shall find’. Such are the noblest woman's rights, the rights which our lives were given, the right to comfort man on earth, and smooth his path to heaven. A poem which hung above Helga’s bed ever since she could remember, so that each night as she went to sleep, she’d be reminded of her existence’s reason. To remind her that since her fifth birthday she was engaged to a man of wealth and honour, who was already a grown man then. The infant was not asked to choose, she was not asked to accept, she was merely asked to behave and not refuse. To remind her that her path was not written in the stars, but carved into firm, cold, final stone, and soon her signature would conclude the contract.
Arriving at Schluchtenburg it was the first time that she’d been allowed to be a human above all. Not a woman, not a daughter, not a future bride, not neatly groomed, not perfectly dressed, not quietly positioned to be part of the furniture. A real human, who laughs and jokes and cries and fights and punches guys in the guts when they deserve it. Now her hair is tousled, her sleeves short and her legs stuffed in trousers. She has never felt better, and although she is inexperienced and clumsy, she wants to join the Gymnastics team and show them just how tough she is, that she’s capable to do anything a man is capable of too, and that the only reason why her simple-minded cousin and all her even more simple-minded brothers have a chance to inherit their grandfather’s treasure is because they were born male. They are not any better than her, not stronger or more intelligent, they are guys, that is all, and to her none of this seems fair. She wants to be worthy of this treasure, too, and so she makes the best of her time at Schluchtenburg, showing the others just how wild and brave and bright she is. That even while being a woman, she is worth to be the heir to her grandfather’s treasure. That none of her girl friends should need a boyfriend to be a whole, that every woman is her own whole, her own person. And that perhaps, though this is a secret, she will do well enough in class to be her own woman too one day, run her own business, so that perhaps she won’t ever need a husband at all.
⌂ Personality
[+] free-minded, open-hearted, spontaneous [-] clumsy, forgetful, easily enraged
⌂ Relationships and details
Cousin: Fynn Bergher Likes: Falka Weber, Kaethe Schmidt Respects: Merle Gaunt, Maya Rosalind
blood status: halfblood wand: open to roleplayer clubs: open to roleplayer faceclaim: Alia Shawkat status: closed
