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History
From the start
Gabrielle Achilles no Heliotrope was born to Simone no Heliotrope, fevrier 1, 1166. Her mother, a second generation courtesan and long finished her marque, was yearning for a child to love and with the hope that she would cast true to her house. Her Dowayne was consulted and a patron, Merchant from Siovale, with whom Simone was a favourite was propositioned. An agreement was struck between the two, Simone visited Eisheth's temple and lit a candle. He would help her, but he would not acknowledge the child nor claim paternity as he had enough of his own but could not in his heart deny her such. Such was the gift given to his favourite courtesan.
Gabrielle was born, a quiet and smiling baby, well thought by the house that she was yet another destined for Heliotrope. Simone took the baby with her to the countryside, a small place procured by the patron to help her out the first few years of the child's life to raise her in relative safety and for want of nothing in the outskirts of Namarre. She grew chubby and happy, a very bright and bubbly toddler who relished chasing after nearly anything and learning. Never a quiet moment with Gabrielle and it seemed to her mother that her daughter was destined indeed to follow in the traditional steps of her descendants. The jet curled girl was a Heliotrope through and through.
After three years in the countryside, Simone decided that it was high time to return to the Elua and Mont Nuit. A Return to Naamah's service and to introduce her daughter to the house. It was a frigid winter day, not long after her third birthday when during the carriage ride back, a storm caught them. They decided to press on instead of turning back. Two carriages passing around a corner, not seeing each other till the last minutes, crashed and overturned on the ice. Simone perished, as did others in her conveyance.The other carriage escaped with small injuries.
Whether it was Elua's guiding hand, or the graces of Naamah, or even sheer luck, the Dowayne of Heliotrope came upon the small town the accident happened outside of, while journeying to the Great Temple in Namarre. Gabrielle and others had been brought there till things could be decided. At hearing the words of a Heliotrope courtesan perishing, Prosper no Heliotrope sought out the Gabrielle, recognizing her for who her mother was, scooped her up onto the back of his mount and turned around to bring her back to the cradle of her birth.
Back from whence she came
Gabrielle didn't understand really what had happened and the first year back at the house she was a quiet toddler for the first time in her young life. Prosper and others who resided in the house did their best to perk up the black haired toddler to no avail who cried every night for her mother, but it was time that eventually brought back the smile, and a very brilliant and beautiful parrot in the market that talked to her.
The years passed, and Gabrielle grew. Often dangled on the knee of Dowayne Prosper with his other children who resided in the house, and often favoured when others were not looking and with the extra attention, the bubbly spirit that she had as a toddler floated up to the surface once more. She took to the teachings, chores, and even the mundane tasks with a gusto that surprised everyone, always wanting to help where she could and do things on her own. Sometimes, in the small hours of the morning, she could be found asleep in the garden, having snuck out to watch the stars or the flowers. She was deemed a very selfless child, often taking blame for things that others did, if only to spare them a tongue lashing or other punishments.
More time passed and before anyone could fathom, she was turning ten. The toddler grown to child and child to potential Courtesan. Starting to show the teenager she would become. She was taken aside by the Dowayne, still prosper, her options laid before her. She could remain with the house, become a servant or possibly a courtesan if her heart so desired. The other choice was that a home would be found for her, to continue her life. For Gabrielle, there was no question. In her heart, the canon of Heliotrope rang true to her very core. So it was with a bright smile and with great eagerness that she took to the sunny yellow and violet robes that mark Heliotrope on the hill.
Six more years passed and the girl flourished even more under her house becoming a young woman. She excelled at her training and put all her heart into whatever was placed before her. She wore it proud and upon her sleeve and it wasn't often that you could not tell what the young woman was thinking or feeling for it was often written plainly across her face, in her voice and in her eyes. There was no mistaking that her mother threw true when she lit that candle. She took to learning the harp, and a bit of the violin, enough to please any ear practically. All things needed for a Heliotrope to learn, to be a proper courtesan.
However, 16 came far too early for her. A pair of months before her 16th birthday and in conversation with Prosper, she confessed her trepidation at debuting. He advised her to wait a month, see if it passed and if didn't they would re-evaluate whether she was ready. The month passed and the feelings didn't pass. It was with a relieved heart that her debut was postponed. It was a shock to most in the house as they had been preparing and waiting for her to debut. But Gabrielle was of a firm mind, that she was not ready. Her heart was not open enough.
A proper debut and more
It wasn't until she was eighteen, till she had seen others debut, watched them enter fully into service, go from Novice to Adept and some from Adept to full fledged Courtesan that she finally felt prepared and took the plunge. The night of her debut came, the theme Violets for that fete. The salon had filled, not to the rafters as in some others, but it was respectable for Heliotrope is not a house that caters to a great many and those who visit often leave with hearts trailing behind them. The bidding short and a respectable amount was fetched. The Duc Marius d'Aiglemort the winner of her first night. She had hoped and expected it since her meeting with the nobleman. What she had not expected was that she would have two that would bring her over to Naamah's service that night. Marius and his twin.
That night it seems has set the standard of odd assignations, and a bond between Gabrielle and the d'Aiglemorts. Heliotrope does not always get the general run of the mill nobles that perhaps others would get, because of it's canon. Some people are just uncomfortable with the idea and concept of the house. But many an odd person has come through the doors and sometimes not even the doors and spent the night in the Heliotropes arms. It also set a standard for her own life. Prosper, former Dowayne and Second of the house adopted her formally, adding "Achilles" to her surname. If she were to leave the house, she would have a place to go. Prosper though, left after scandal to take up Elua's service in the country.
Most courtesan's would remain in the house and the city till their marque was made. A few months after her debut, Gabrielle went with a Cassiline and Evangeline no Balm towards Camlach during the early stages of gearing up for the oncoming war with the Hazaran. It was this trip that cemented Gabrielle, it seems in the eyes of the d'Aiglemorts and landed her as the rumored favourite of the family. She had long enjoyed their favoritism when it arose. Patron gifts, letters and exchanged words. But things pass and she returned to the House at the request of the Dowayne seeing that the Duc would be occupied with matters of state and not in need of her since his mind was on other more important things. Little did she know as well, she was sent as an unwitting accomplice to seek information about the Duc's loyalties and plans.
Loss and understanding
She traversed again to Camlach at the height of the war with Evangeline no balm, a promise both made the last time they were there, to return and tend to the soldiers. It was then that it was discovered the incalculable loss of the d'Aiglemort family. Through death, capture or missing, their absence left a gaping hole in her heart. Her adopted sister, the Dowayne of the house died from, then unknown, poison at this time as well. It was seemingly dark times for Gabrielle and it was rare to see a true smile on her face.
At this time there was a progress to Kusheth to which Gabrielle was instructed to join by the newly filled in Dowayne Peter. Represent the house with a few others he instructed her, and with the hopes that the journey would bring her around and out of the heartbreak that plagues Heliotrope more than other houses.
One could say that the trip provided a turning point for the Heliotrope, throwing herself into Naamah's service with a greater fervor than she had before.She had always spoken that some day she would be Dowayne, but offers from the d'Aiglemorts to settle her in Lorraine when she was finshed her marque were rumored to be possible of swaying her. But with that loss, that possible fork in life was cut off. Events occurred in Kusheth, unfolded and When she returned it was with a renewed passion for the house and a renewed zealousness to bring the good for the house and improve it. It would be some time still before the woman would truly smile, but when she did it was brighter than ever.
The Courtesan
She's tragically cute, this woman before you. Standing about 5'5 if that, with a mass of curly jet locks that spring around her head tightly in an pixie coif. The inky curls compliment her clear, dusky skin. Eyes that hold warmth for all she sees, brandy brown orbs framed by long, raven lashes and tiny freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Her lips are plump, soft and the color of raspberries just shy of being ripe. Her lean figure seemingly constantly full of energy. Along her back from the bottom of her spine to the top of her hips is a tapestry of greens, yellows white and violet of her Heliotrope marque in completion.
Odds & Ends
Recent Events
- Gabrielle ventured to Camlach once more, at the behest of the Duc Trevalion, with other courtesans to the town of Lorraine.
- It's taken a year and a half, but Gabrielle has made her Marque.
- After conversation with the presiding Dowyane of Heliotrope, Peter, Gabrielle was made the Second of the House.
Trivia
- Gabrielle is a third generation Heliotrope. It's said that her line throws true.
- Gabrielle's hair has, for as long as anyone's known her, never grown past her chin.
- She debuted at the age of 18, and when asked, said only that she did not feel ready, that it was not her time to be presented for Naamah's service.
- Twice she's had the chance to have her marque completed by a patron but has refused. Her marque is to be made by all and not just one she has replied.
- Gabrielle's full name is Gabrielle Achilles no Heliotrope. She was adopted formally by Prosper Achilles no Heliotrope.
- Gabrielle plays some music instruments but the harp is a perennial favorite of hers. Below are some songs that you might find her playing, depending upon the mood she's in, or the company that she is in when playing it. She can also play the Violin, though not to the skill of the Harp.
Links
- Gabrielle's Hidden Pages
- Roleplay Logs Please note, I log everything for posterity and to help my memory. Some logs might go up, please tell me if you have objections, they will be FTB'd at appropriate times, or not posted, depending upon the situation.
Soundtrack
- To note, that the songs below, the sections presented are ones that embody or have some bearing and shed some light on Gabbi. The songs in their entirety may not.
.:James Newton-Howard - The Gravel Road:.
- No Lyrics, Instrumental.
.:Antonin Dvorak, Rusalka - Mesiku na nebi hlubokem:.
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.:Massive Attack - Teardrop:.
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(love)love is a verb |
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Water is my eye |
Wardrobe
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 | Burgundy Velvet - A array of burgundy silk, gold velvet and white cotton. Tight around the chest, a rich cotton ruffling around the collar. The golden velvet seems to entice the viewer to run their hand against it so to feel the caress of fabric. A thick band of burgundy ribbon is around the collar. The same velvet laying in bands around the arm, clouds of white cotton from between, puffing outwards. Deep burgundy silk falls from just below the bust, to her feet, with the same thick band of burgundy ribbon appliquéd around the hem. The same thin cotton that graces between the arms are peeking out from under the hem to add some fullness, and some simply embroidered slipper finish it off. Modesty in simplicity but with style and grace. |  | Flowered Day Dress - It's teal, not the hurt your eyes teal but the soft kind littered with a fine floral embroidery. Small puffed cap sleeves with a fine lace trim, and a sweetheart neckline with the same lace make the upper portion. The waist is empired, the split overdress tumbling freely and ending with a clean hem. The underskirt contains many layers of silk and chiffon from cream, white and mint to give it the movement that is desired.From the bust's center fall two wide and long ribbons in the matching shade, showing that this is a dress for indoors and show off the simple beauty of the wearer and her features. |
 | Pink Chiffon - This gown screams grace, and beauty. Many layers of the darkest pink chiffon possible comprise this gown that mimics a sarong. The right shoulder and arm are bare with the topmost layer sweeping over the left arm, covering to the elbow. The nature of the fabric drapes softly, skimming the chest, hinting at curves that lay beneath, to flow down, skimming hips and when she moves, it flutters in her wake. All around the bottom 5 inches of the fabric are flowers, and leaves, delicately beaded with pearls and green or purple crystals with the flowers extending up the covered arm to the shoulders. No slippers would match this dress and instead are sandals, with ribbons, beaded with the same small pearls and crystals that the dresses hem is comprised of. The ribbons that travel up to embrace the calves are plain.Matching dark pink ribbon is threaded three time aroudn the top to bottom of her head, seed pearls attached and pressing her hair back and from her face. | | Red Silk - The red of jewels, of garnets gleaming in the shadows, that's the shade. It's rich, sheer silk folded over on itself to protect modesty while still hinting at the delicate, dusky skin beneath. Embroidered flowers in darker red are picked out along all of the edges: collar, sleeve cuffs, skirts. The neckline is a military style collar that opens just enough to reveal the vulnerable hollow of her throat. Sleeves tumble down to just past her elbows, only a single layer of silk so that the red is a wisp rather than true barrier. Cut close, it clings to her chest and the curves of her hips before falling straight to the floor. The sides of the skirt are split on both sides at the upper thigh: the fabric forms panels in front and back, and those same darker flowers curl up along the hem. Beneath the skirt is a wealth of paler red fabric, a shade lighter than the tunic above. Only when she walks is it obvious that this is a pair of pants, designed to resemble a voluminous skirt when she stands still. The folds of silk are a loose, straight fall that makes her look just a little taller, just a little longer and leaner than truth suggests. A hint of heeled shoe can occasionally be seen, a half-inch or so to lift her up off the ground. |
| Patron Gift - It's pale at first, soft white with hints of grey. But when she moves, or when the cloth gathers together in more than one layer, it's possible to see the lilac undertones, the hint of purple. The color emphasizes the shade of her skin, deepening the dusk, burnishing it, and shows up startling against inky curls. In style, the gown is a simple sheath with a scooped neck in multiple folds - the fabric falls just-so to show off the curves of her breasts - that drapes close to the hip before cascading to the floor. The sleeves, from wrist up to shoulder, are bound by slips of darker purple ribbon, easily pulled free. Those same ties hold the dress closed on both sides all the way down; there is no seam or thread to interfere, only a wealth of opportunity for someone to tug them all free. The hem is composed of multiple layers with fluted edges; it flutters with every breath of wind, revealing a slender ankle and then hiding again. Beneath that peeking hem, she wears a pair of slippers, scant protection (but why would she need more?) against the earth. | | Debut Gown - Gabrielle has been dressed in a gown of many layers of thin material, the fabric dyed a soft violet hue. The coloring of the gown perfectly offsets her exotic coloring. The gown is made to conceal and yet reveal, all at the same time. It hides from neck to ankles, leaving only the arms bare for the middle of her arms and up. IF the light hits her at the right angle, one can see the barest outline of the form underneath. A lovely ribbon of a darker violet coloring zig-zags up and down the garment ending at her shoulders and trailing down the back. It looks as if one good tug might render the young woman bare. She wears nothing on her feet except some beautiful violet flowers that have been artfully drawn and when revealed, the violets circle lazily up her slim legs. The same painted violets adorn her arms where they are bare, with a few real violets here and there in her hair, nestled in curls. |
 | Shortest Night: Weeping Willow, 1185 - A lovely weeping willow. Though petite, the tree stands tall and proud. A column dress of many layers clothe her body and her arms, the bottom fluted out and some places longer than others to give the illusions of roots all in a pale brown. Random seams here and there on the outer layer allude to bark. A satin masque hides the willow tree's face. Brown satin that covers the upper face, pleated to imitate bark, with the top right corner shooting out, sprouting a dozen braided mossy green and yellow green ribbons, with a single brown ribbon interspersed. These ribbons carry on, a sea of them, hundreds upon hundreds of ribbons that fall from a wig, like hair. From head to hip. From shoulder to thigh, from wrist to ankle. Some are braided, and some are not, so that if she were to outstretch her arm, one raised higher than the other it would seem a stately willow beside the water, it's uneven limbs reaching out to caress the grassy slippers that peek from beneath the dress. Here and there, within the 'branches' are beaded finger length flowers, tinkling when they occasionally meet, though not often. | | Longest Night: Aragonian Bull Winter, 1186 - An aragonian bull. The brown velvet cut to shape and fit close to the body and mid thigh flare out in multiple folds so that when she moves it flares out. A line of loose ended ribbons and wool of varying browns, coppers and even black form a tail that hangs to near the floor. Matching brown velvet slippers trimmed in bronze thread. The dress is backless, but shoulders covered and a a tie across the back dangles the same ribbons and wool down her back, swirling against the Heliotrope marque limned there. The sleeves are shaped close as well and the simple bronze domino with it's horns do nothing to hide the brandy eye, the short short dark hair that seems wet or the brilliant smile that comes from the petite woman. |
 | Amythyst & Citrine Necklace - Multiple strands that are filled with piece of Amethyst in irregular shapes, same for Citrines and Freshwater Pearls. Here and there are also round Amethysts and Citrines. it's closed by a filigree silver and a clasp that makes for an impressive display at the throat and collarbone. Matching earrings of many strands of wire with one of each gem dangling at the bottom that brush the jawline. |
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