I don't know how this will go but I hope for the Best

It is May, 1774 In the French court. Just Before King LouisXV dies of smallpox. This Rp Takes Place In the French Royal court at Versailles Full of scandal gossip and court life. You may Be One of your Own Characters from that Time period but not an Actual Historical Figure because that will muddle things Up.
Keep In mind the Furture Queen Marie Antoinette Loves her fashion and amusement and cares not for political matters. In this Rp I also expect alittle knowledge of French court life or just royal court life because it helps keep the RP interesting.Iam Allowing characters to have grudges against other characters becuase I know that is how it was in court life. Keep it real and keep it clean. Please No one liners no godmodding without permission and please try to be consistant.
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Name: Countess Nicole De lanCrate
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Family: Eldest Daughter of Lord Edouard Gilles
Spouse: ( I'm trying to get him to join )
Nicole was born into a wealthy family and at the age of 15 she was married a Count. SHe has no Children. Nicole Loves Dresses and shoes but knows when enough is enough. she loves court life and loves her Husband very much. She is high ranking enough to take place in the Dauphine's Dressing ceremony. Her Long Copper Hair gave her a uniqe look because though she loved fashion she could never bring herself to fully powder her hair she loved it's luster and shine. Her sharp Blue eyes were always dancing from person to person. she loved her life as Countess.
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Countess Nicole De Lancrate walked Silently down the lavish corridor in the western wing of the Palace. SHe walked with dignity as if herself could be queen one day. SHe certainly thought this silly Austrian girl that has the nerve to call herself the Dauphine of France wasn't fit to be queen but she kept her mouth shut and was always gracouis to the Dauphine in her presence as well as behind closed doors. Nicole Loved color and was always fasinated by the lastest fashions though she found the Dauphine's taste rather gaudy. Today Nicole wore a Lavender dress with matching shoes that clicked on the polished stone floor. Her foot steps were rapid for she was upset she just had a run in with Madame Du Barry and her horrid Monkey pet. Nicole paused in the grand Entrance of Versailles to see if anyone she knew was there.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

I would like to join, but I am about to go out of town for a week, so I won't be able to RPG until about the end of May. Is that okay if I jump in late?

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

sure

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Name: Luke Stupart
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Family: Unknown
Appearance: Short and shaggy black hair, dark blue eyes, tall and musculer, tannish skin, a long, old scar down the left side of his face
Occupation: Queen's Gaurd and Spy/Thief
History: Luke was orphaned at the age of 4 and he has no memory of his family. He was a proper thief until the age of 7, when he was caught by one of the King's gaurd when he tried to steal from the Princess. The King's gaurd's put him on trial under the King and the King knew that he could order them to send Luke to the Gillitine, but he noticed Luke's skill in theft and his way of moving unseen in the shadows. So, instead of killing him, the King enlisted him into the Queen's gaurd as a gaurd, but also as a spy and if need be, a thief. Luke has served them proudly for 10 years.

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Luke awoke at dawn that morning and dressed into his uniform. It wasn't fancy, as requested, just a simply pair of breeches and a nice shirt and cloak, all with the French symbol of the King embroidered upon them. He looked into the mirror just as the sun shown through the broken window in the servants quarters, and he ran a finger down the scar on the left side of his face. It was the only thing he had left of his childhood. He remember the fight well. But, he knew he shouldn't lallygag. He shut the door quietly and ran up the stairs, then went out to the stables. He always took care of the horses' in the morning, and he hoped that Lady Nicole would be coming out for a ride this morn'n.

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Nicole Saw none she knew and decided her Husband would not mind if she went for a ride for a few hours. she headed back to her quarters and changed into her pink Riding dress with satin riding gloves. Her Husband came through the door causualy " off on a Ride Love?" he asked Nicole smiled " yes, " he came over to her and kissed her on the cheek " be careful, Horse back riding is the leading cause of miscarriages" he warned Nicole laughed as he laughed and swept out of the room. she never beleived that horseback riding was the cause first off she was not expecting so she did not have to worry. Nicole loved the stables, she loved her little Dun mare Mandarina from Spain who she called Matty. She walked into the stables in a rustle of pink ruffles. she stopped at her Mares stall Matty wickered in greeting as Nicole fed her a sugar cube.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(I'm in! Yay, an application for a year of European History!)

Name: Lady Henrietta Murray
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Family: Father is David Murray, 7th Viscount Stormont (the historical ambassador of England to the French Court.) Lord Stormont married Henrietta Frederica (Henrietta's mother) in 1759. After her death in 1766, he married Louisa Cathcart (Louisa is 30 years his junior). No siblings as of 1774.
Spouse: currently on the market
Background: A Scottish maiden from Scone Palace in Perthshire. Father has just been appointed ambassador to the French court. Dislikes her stepmother, who is only 17 yet condescends to Henrietta. A bit resentful at the move and because her father is frantically trying to find a husband for her. Is well educated. Dark hair, dark eyes, light skin.
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Henrietta sat on the sette in her father's apartments and frowned at the floor. From the writing desk across the room she heard him sigh before saying, "Come, now, Hettie, don't slouch so! You'll never be albe to find a suitable man to take you! You'll end up with some...Baron, God forbid!" He turned back to his letter to King George about the rumors of colonial rebellion. Sodding Americans! They always seemed to be causing troubles. Her father's wife, Louisa, came in. "Come, Henrietta. We have to be at court when the King and Dauphin arrive." She picked up her sizable hat and pinned it to her wig. "And thankyou for wearing that gown." Henrietta, the day before, had refused to wear an outrageous French gown. They had compromised that she would wear French gown as long as she didn't have to wear a wig. Her hair was in corkscrew curls and a smallish hat. As Henrietta followed her step-mother, sighing as she saw the outfit in the salon mirror. Heaven help me! she thought.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Name: Lady Genevieve Bedeau
Age: 17
Family: Daughter of a French Ambassador (Decendent of the Duke of Bourbon). Her Father is Frederick Bedeau and her mother Fleur Aberforet.
Appearance: http://www.keiraknightley.net/gallery/d ... ap1628.jpg
Spouse: Currently Single--romance between Luke though
History: When her father was elected as a French Ambassador, she was transformed into a public-loved image. She helped with the image of her father's political role. She does not love all the luxury of being daughter of a politician and sometimes rebels against her parents, but nothing to destroy their image.

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Nicole stroaked her horse's neck fondly as the Stable hands Saddled her Mare. with such long pettie coats and skirts climbing a small ladder to reach the saddle is a rather comical scene. But Nicole was in the saddle with no spills with both legs drapped delicatly on one side and her skirts stretched to cover the one side of the horse. Nicole Rode out of the stable yard to to the small forest paths. Matty Loved the woods she pranced without disturbing her rider and arched her neck proudly. Nicole decided to canter and off they went deeper into the forest she heard a gun shot and stopped " Hunters" she gritted her teeth and turned around they pranced back home from their short ride.
Nicole Returned to her rooms and changed into her light blue Dress, before heading to the court yard. Along the way she was heading Two Ladies were walking down the corridor she did not regonise either one. Names and Faces turned in her head as she tried to think of who they could be.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((wow...Nicole didn't even notice Luke in the stables...cool...lol ))

Luke had went around the back of the stables to get a extra pair of gloves as he was fixing a horses' shoes and when he returned, he saw Lady Nicole go off riding. He shook his head and sat down on a chair in the stall, fixing the horse's shoe. He heard the Lady return and after she left to go back, he made sure her horse was properly taken care of and gave it some oats to munch on. Luke sighed and looked out into the sky, thinking about asking the Lady if he could go out on a ride later that day. He could just have to wait and see.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(I'm sorry to say this, but if we are staying at all historically correct, this would have been before the first French Republic, so the position of Prime Minister would not exist. This is still the age of the absolute monarchy, so you might substitute the head of the Privy Counci.)

As they walked to the courtyard, another young woman walked past them, gazine. Louisa stopped and dipped a curtsy, and in fairly bad French said "Madame, I am The Viscountess Stormont, and this is my step-daughter, The Honorable Henrietta Murray." Closing her fan, Henrietta dipped a shallower curtsy, with not trace of a smile.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Luke peered over the stable into the courtyard to see two women, chatting with another. Though, he had never seen them before. He wondered who they where and where they had came from. He saw one dip into a small cursty and looked completely dull.

"Poor girl..." He said, and worried that the women heard him, ducked under the stables, looking through a crack to see if they looked his way.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Nicole couldn't help the smile that shadowed her face.She was relived to find the Woman was of Equal rank and was permitted to engage in conversation with her first " Pleasure to Meet you, I am Comtess Nicole De Lancrate" She said with a perfect curtsy Deep and fluid. " Smile why don't you?' Nicole asked Henrietta " Mansfield...Ah yes, The English Ambassador " Nicole Fluttered her Fan as she pinned down the names " The America's seem to be in Turmiol is there to be a War?" she asked in a conversational tone.
( Funny I have a book on etiqute(SP) maybe i should read it...think it will improve my manners? Pfft No..)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((hey Amoniel...if you don't mind Luke not being very high in rank, he could be your love interest... it would be fun to RP, especailly if your family doesn't like his rank...just offering, though))

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

ooo that would be cool! yeah, lets do that)

Genevieve walked into the royal stables. She was honored enough to board her gorgeous gray mare there. She was wearing a dress of powder blue and her hair in ringlets with half pinned up. Genevieve waited paitently as the stable boy tacked up her horse.
As Genevieve mounted she caught sight of a man about her age. She smiled slightly and tore her eyes away. Blushing ever so slightly, Genevieve rode away on her gray horse. She was wanting to get out of the house for sometime now and ride, but her studies kept her chained to the desk. Finally Genevieve had convinced her father to let her ride.

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((yay! I will be going out of town tomorrow, but I promise to catch up and RP once I get back. If you'd like to RP as Luke while I'm gone, Amoniel, you may! (just to keep him caught up)))

Luke noticed a woman, young, about his age, glancing over at him from the stables. He smiled and pretended to tip a hat (he was wearing no hat, you see), to her. Then, he turned and continued to take care of the horses, but not before casting one more glanced at the woman he just saw. She's beautiful. He thought. But someone that beautiful is never single. His brain added, crushing his dreams. He watched her ride away and he decided he would have to see her again...single or no.

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Louisa fluttered her fan obnoxiously. "Oh, I don't know. I don't meddle in the men's affairs." Henrietta struggled not to roll her eyes. She answered, "The colonists in New England seem unhappy with the fact they their taxes have been raised to the same amount as the English people." Louisa shot her a glance of pure rage and at the same time tried to disguise it as a smile. Her eyes said only one thing: Shut up, girl!

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign