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|| Brielle Alys Chamberlain || Gender:
|| Female || Age:
|| 254 || Only Looks 17 || Lycan Breed:
|| Attentis || Marital Status:
|| Widow || Date of Birth:
|| July 17th, 1758 ||Place of Birth:
|| Seine-Maritime, Upper Normandy, France || Sexual Orientation:
|| Straight || Likes:
|| The air after it rains || Soft Blankets || Cozy Homes || Reading late at night || Socializing || Being Touched, Pet, and Held || Cooking || Music || Organizing || The Night Sky || Gentle People || Lady Bugs || Colors like this,
along with soft yellows and gentle greens || Making herself look pretty || Her Stuffed Lamb
|| The Ocean || Robin's Eggs || Singing || Mending || Dislikes:
|| The Cold || The Dark || Silence || Fighting || Conflict || Overly Dominant People || Show Offs || Dark Colors || Scary Movies || Urban Legends || War || Shouting || Weapons || Being Called Posh or Prudish || The Ocean on Stormy Days || Boats || Loud Noises (like a bomb or gun fire going off) || Fears:
|| Loosing those Close to Her Again || Heights || The Ocean || Deep Water || Weakness:
|| Is Known To Have Panic Attacks When Triggered || Allergic to Silver:
|| No ||
Human Details Race:
|| French || British || Height:
|| 5 Foot 6.5 Inches || 168.91 cm || Eye Color:
|| Blue || Hair Color:
|| Honey Blonde || Any other appearance information:
|| Her Face Is Freckled And Small
|| Wears Very Modest Clothing, Most Of Her Clothing The Same From When She Was Still Human Or Been Collected From The Other Decades, Specifically the 1810s-1820's and 1920-1950's || Personality:
Sort of Posh
Wolf Form Details Class:
|| Bitten || Breed:
|| European Grey Wolf || Wolf Appearance:
|| Her Face Is Small Along With The Rest of Her Body || On The Left Side Of Her Chest, There Is A Small Gap Out Of The White. She Claims That Is The Missing Piece Of Her Heart. ||
More General History: Brielle Leighton was born in 1758 on July 17th in Upper Normandy, France. She was born sickly like most other kids at the time were born. She was the youngest daughter of a home that had 3 other children in it already. Her parents were kind, but not around often. Since they were wealthier, they had nannies to watch there children. Her eldest brother was 10 years older than she, and her middle brother was 7 years older, and her sister a mere 3 years.
Though she was born in France, when she turned 7 her family picked up and moved down to England for some reason she couldn't really understand. She was still Fluent in French, and took a little bit to pick up the strange accent and language.
She grew up learning all that the girls around her were supposed to learn. How to be proper and how to be just as beautiful as ever. That seemed to be what they all wanted of her. Her round face and pale skin was someting that many people loved. Her blonde hair just added to her complexion. She wanted to be more than just a little doll though. So when her nannies were around, she would beg to be taught the things they knew. She learned to cook from them, how to mend and make clothing, even just the basic cleaning. She would love to help and everyone just batted an eye at her and never informed her parents of it.
When she turned 14 though, she was old enough to be married off. Her family was not one for an arranged marriage or anything, but they did want a say. So they began introducing her to men. Some old, some young, some that she just couldn't stand. They all just wanted her to keep quiet. When she opened her mouth, they would gently pat her on the head and basically ignore her to look her over more and speak to her parents.
She hated it. The dresses she was forced into hurt her ribs and by the end of the first year of it, each one of them being rejected, she had had enough. So in the night, fully intent on leaving her family for good, she slid from her room and ran. She wasn't thinking of the danger of being a young girl out at night, she wasn't thinking of her siblings....she just didn't want to be some pet. She made it to the ocean, having always loved how it smelt in the air. The brine, the mist hitting her skin...
She almost screamed when someone touched her shoulder.
They instantly jumped back and apologized, claiming that they had not meant to startle her. She turned to yell at him but when she saw him she had no words. Love at first sight was something that could describe the moment for her. The man before her was young, not exceedingly older than her but younger than basically every man that her family had set her up with. He looked at her in a way of concern and not in a way that he was purchasing a mule. He was handsome and tall, and in the light of the moon....
His name was Alvin Bailey Chamberlain. He was 7 years her senior, but he didn't treat her like he was better than her. He was just who he was and she was she. He didn't know of her wealthy family and he didn't ask. The pair just watched eachother and talked for what felt like years, but was only a few measly hours. When the sun started to peak over the edge of the calm ocean, he walked her back home.
The next day she couldn't stop thinking of the man that had found her. She just stayed in her room, picking at her food and just staring out her window at the ocean which seemed so much lovelier now.
He couldn't stop thinking of her as well since by 7 that evening he had appeared at her house once more, dressed in his Military Attire and asking her father's permission to court her. And, being the man had such a nice Military standing, he said yes.
The pair couldn't have been happier. They had the best of times just being in each others company. For the good portion of her courtship, they barely touched, only an occasional touch on the hand or a hug if he was to be leaving. But neither seemed to mind. They courted for a year, a year of blissful peace and love before it got hard.
The American Colonies that they ruled were getting restless. Starting to get annoyed and angered with there treatment. For a while Alvin and Brielle could just ignore it, it didn't effect there little world. Until it did. He had to be pulled and go back for training in case it got to severe. He promised her the day he left he would come back and they could be happy together again. And she believed it.
And he did return. His training took a mere month and when he came back be brought her a lovely gift. He proposed to her. He gave her a ring, a beautiful rosy brass color with a clear jewel on it. Brielle was ecstatic. She said yes and the pair was planning the wedding in an instant.
It wasn't fast enough though.
He was deployed a month later. She went out to see him go and before he left, they promised to try and keep in touch. She would send letters as best she could and just wait for him to come back to her. That day held there first kiss. He held her tight and she clung to him like her life depended on it. She hadn't even noticed that she was crying before he pulled away and caught her tears on his hand and promised to return.
And then he was gone.
She was stowed away in her room for a week just missing him, not sure what to do with her life anymore. And she jsut sorta floated through her life after that.
8 weeks after he left, a letter was at her home addressed to her. And those letters became what she was always waiting for. She would read them over and over, able to hear the words he wrote as she read them. She would ask her nanny to help her read them, and then help her respond to them. And then she would wait. It continued for a year, then writing and reading and waiting. And then they stilled. It took longer for a letter to come. She grew nervous but new better. The ocean had grown restless, thrashing and storming and roaring in the night.
The ships came with soldiers a week later. She saw them getting off and couldn't wait, just ran out there to try and find him. She hadn't been told that he was coming home but...maybe it was a surprise...the letter had been lost in the mail...something. Something.
The mail carrier saw her as she rushed down, handing her the letter she had been waiting for. She read it and her heart lfited with joy. It stated he was coming home. He was going to be by her side in a mater of weeks and he wouldn't leave again. He would be done with the military and they could be together once again.
She ran to the docks and shouted his name, getting glares and stares for those around her. She looked around and waited for hours. She grew nervous and by the time the sun was setting, she returned home, saying that he was just delayed...
She said this to herself for 3 weeks before she gave up. The ocean had been angry...she had heard from other soldiers that some ships...hadn't made it.
She cried for days. She ignored her family, she barely even ate. She missed him terribly, and some part of her seemed to be keeping up hope because every day her chest hurt more when he didn't appear.
The 17 year old girl was lost. She didn't want to look at the other men around her and she didn't want to live in a world like this...without the love of her life...why in the wold god had forsaken...
She was filled with anger as she noticed it. God. The man she had devoted her life to since she was a young girl just like she was told. He was to keep her safe and happy if she was to believe in him. She had never once faulted in her faith and still she was left grieving...She ran from her house that night, screaming into the air once she was in the woods.
"What did I do wrong?! In what way have I sinned to cause you to punish me!" She shrieked angrily. "You just want to hurt me! You don't care about us! You just watch us to see us suffer! Hell you probably aren't even real!" She screamed into the night, tears rolling hot down her cheeks. "No, how could you be real! You never cred! You never will! If you are even watching take away my humanity for I can't live this way anymore!"
She collapsed on the ground and finally just sobbed. But her words were enough. They had attracted that of a lonely wolf who was just searching for a companion...And he seemed to find one.
He was careful when he appeared before her and quick when he bit into her and pinned her there so she couldn't run away. She screamed and cried and even though she wasn't sure anymore she cried out for god to save her to forgive her.
Of course it was to late for her. a few days later after her shifting had calmed down, the man that had bitten her finally let her go, explaining to her what had happened. She was a wolf now. His name was Jenson. He was sorry to have forced her into this life but he was so lonely.
She just sorta...nodded. She didn't know what else to do about it. She just wanted to get away from this town and her old life. She he happily took her away. That night she slid into her home and collected all her items that she wanted to keep. His letters. Her ring. Everything she had that reminded her of him. She packed it all away and brought it with her.
And so the pair traveled. They left England and went to live out in France, where they hid out for a few years before once again leaving. They did this like clockwork. Stay in some place for a few years. Leave. Her and Jenson posed as everything. Father, daughter. Brother, sister. The Pair was Courting. Very rarely did they ever pose as husband and wife. Jenson wanted to. He liked her, thought she was lovely...but she couldn't stop herself from feeling like she was betraying Alvin. So, after almost two centuries of them being together, when he asked for her to mate him, she said no.
And then once again, she ran. She felt horrible for saying no to him but she couldn't stand keeping him with her if she was only to hurt him. So she traveled to America and was quick to travel north, so used to being in colder weather. She was traveling through Canada when she came across The Manor. And she was quick to sink into the home and be accepted by a family once more. Other:
|| Is Always Seen Wearing Her Old Wedding Ring
|| Is Known For Praying or Carrying Around Prayer Beads
|| She Took Her Fiance's Name When Coming To The Manor ||Relationships:
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