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character name: xu qingyue.
disney character: marie.
pronouns: she / her
faceclaim: sun zhenni
age: 25.
zodiac: virgo.
medical history: suffered from pneumonia when she was a child and has bouts of asthma when the weather drops too cold too swiftly or gets too hot. seasonal allergies.
hair color: dark brown - black.
eye color: dark brown.
talent(s): singing, playing various instruments, dancing, horse rising, fencing, archery, embroidery, pottery, wood carving.
like(s): learning new things, dressing up and trying new styles, adventure, sweets, winter, pearls.
dislike(s): spiders and other insects, summertime, salt on her skin, too humid weather, prejudice, people's unrealistic expectations, being underestimated.
three aesthetics: soft painted lips stretched in a smile, pearls adorning the dark blue gown -- glimmering like starlight, diamond decorated pins holding the dark, smooth locks of her hair held so delicately up at the sides, the waterfall of raven hair cascading down her back.
oh, but they f i n i s h them.
--- THE GILDED AGE. Xu Qingyue had never wanted for a thing in her life. Loving parents, friends to pick and choose from and the immense wealth that had only seemed to exist to serve her. Whatever she wished for, she got in the palm of her hand before the day's end. It all started with a Christmas shopping she had gone to with her father, scouting for a gift for her mother. A mother of pear brooch caught her eyes, with a jagged but exquisitely done onyx crescent moon at the centre. She had blinked at it once and her father bagged it for her. Spoiled, they all said. Loved beyond compare, she would argue, but words never fell from her lips. Brooches turned to earrings which turned to rings and necklaces. Then a horse, then two purebred cats, a ragdoll and the siamese. Everything she'd wished for became hers. it chipped at her soul. She overheard her parents talking over a glass of midnight brandy, whispering about the misfortunes their family had fallen into. While her mother came from the Thatcher family, their wealth did not -- in abundance -- seep into the Xu family, leaving her merchant father to make his wealth -- and the ends meet, as of late -- with his own skill, his own confidence and vigor. You spoil her too much, she could all but hear the thoughts her parents undoubtedly had thought in the days before the talk. Qingqing, perhaps be more grateful of the things you currently have. Nothing lasts forever., she now understood the bite of frustration in her mother's tone as she requested another silver embroidered saddle for her mare. that night, she snuck out to the unsavory parts of prism -- the wild one, the one tainted with... poverty and filth. only she found herself amazed by the liveliness of it.
--- THE SILVER CAGE. It was weeks ago, perhaps even months and still her parents did not speak to her of money. Why would they? She was a lady! Ladies needn't worry their pretty heads over such things, they needn't ask of it. Their only role was to be soft and pretty and taken care of. But, while she had overspent again on a spiteful whim, the emerald and silver serpent she had bought after a petty squabble over dinner had started to burn a hole in her chest, pinned on her petticoat right over her heart. It was distasteful, odious! She part hated her parents for the ordeal they're putting her in, but the larger part of her heart detested herself -- for being so lazy in her leisurely life, so coddled and comfortable. Spoiled, they still said. Loved!, she would argue, if only she had been so smugly certain of it now. she sees the cracks forming. She sees the worried look in her mother's eyes and the weary, dull ache of tiredness in her father's posture. And she hates herself for it. But, maybe she could contribute -- not to misery, but to salvation. Perhaps she could roll up her sleeves and do a least one of the things she had been well versed in, at least to use it for herself as her own allowance. even if she doesn't know where to start -- or how.
