♥P e r s o n a l i t y : -Hardworking -Focused -Sensitive -Stubborn -Trustworthy -Tries to be punctual
Irene is as busy as a bee…even if she hates bees. She’s hardworking and energetic, be it in the past and up until now. Her days in the boarding house thought her to be self-sufficient and trustworthy. It also taught her how to stay focused on the task given to her. She’s committed to make sure her job finishes first before anything else. In her free time, she would study. Be it basic arithmetic or a subject in a much more advance state, she would take her time to learn the subject matter. Irene also tries to be punctual while on the job but due to her personal studies, she tends to be late.
Despite all that, the blonde female is also sensitive. After her 16th birthday, she wouldn't to talk about anything of her past, especially her parents. The events in the past left a scar in her. If there was an attack against her, be it mentally or emotionally, she’ll hold a grudge on the person for a long period of time. Unless, her job is involved, then she’ll have to temporarily forget it. To her, work comes first.
She could also be very stubborn. She’ll stand her ground on what she believes in, if it’s on a good day which usually means she’s very energetic and wasn’t late on a job. If it’s on a bad day, she’ll just glare at the person arguing against her and continue the argument the next day.
♥H i s t o r y :
As Irene grew up, she’s always been curious on who her mother was. On the 27th of August, it was happy day yet also a day of sadness. It was the day Irene was born and yet, also the day her mother simply vanished. Her father, William, told her he was extremely happy that day for it was the day he was able to meet his firstborn but he also told her how sad he was that her mother, hence name not mentioned, left. “No, she didn’t go up to heaven.” William said to her when she asked. “She just…left.” It was when her blue eyes saw his sadness, and sometimes anger, that she decided to keep her mouth shut on the matter.
Even if she was curious about her mother, she was content with the life she had. Irene grew up with her father in a three-story boarding house in Great Britain, along with the landlord and landlady, Mr. and Mrs. Leroy and their grandson who was a few years older than her, Pierre. She had a fair and happy childhood, despite the fact her father wasn’t at home all the time due to his numerous odd jobs. In the boarding house she lives, Irene helps Mrs. Leroy with the household chores. Cleaning the rooms, cooking and bringing up food to the lodgers, going to the market, tending the garden, and etc; it was the daily routine for the little blonde girl. And yet, going to school wasn’t part of that routine. She continuously asked why she couldn’t go to school to her father but he never said his reasons. Not giving up, she asked Mr. Leroy, the landlord to teach her the basics. It took some time before he decided to agree. The old French landlord taught her basic arithmetic, how to read and write, and how to play a violin. At this point, his English wife also taught the young girl how to sew properly. Yet, most days her lessons can’t continue due to Mr. Leroy’s frail health and Mrs. Leroy busy tending to the boarders. She tried to study on her own but Irene finds herself having the most difficult time. From afar, the Leroy’s grandson saw her innovation to study so one day, when Irene was studying alone during her free time in the library, the silent Pierre placed his school things opposite to her, sat down and started to teach her on the subject. Surprised, Irene didn’t question it until the end of the lesson. They were close before but their relationship changed when Pierre had to start school. This is the first proper communication they had for a long time since the older boy preferred to study in his room rather than staying out of it and, the younger girl always busy around the lodge. She asked him why and with a shrug, he answered “I guess it’s…inspiring to see you this way.” Confused with what he said, Irene still asked why and got a flick on the forehead as an answer. A fight broke out and only stopped when William caught his daughter trying to throw a book at the boy.
Life continued on in the boarding house. Boarders come and go, so does Irene’s father. Rarely seeing his daughter, William promised her to send letters and this promise; she kept close to her heart. He sent her letters almost every day and she replied. Yet, nearing her 15th birthday, her father’s letters completely stopped. Anxious and scared for her father, Irene tried to look for him but to no avail. Like her mother, he too, vanished. Due to this, Irene fell into depression and shock. The Leroys helped her get out of such a state, mostly Pierre spending more time with her. Soon, she went back to her normal state.
Irene continued to diligently work in the boarding house, even if she hasn’t heard from her father for a year. She stayed there, for she had no other place to go. On her 16th birthday, the boarding house was empty, except for the original lodgers. Mrs. Leroy prepared a small celebration for the girl. Even if small, Irene had a wondrous time. Three gifts were given to her. A day-off from Mr. Leroy (such a nice gift, huh?), a blue hat from Mrs. Leroy and a white box with butterfly designs from Pierre. The small celebration continued, with visits from the occasional lodgers Irene knew well until someone from the front door called. Mr. Leroy answered the call and came back, looking grave. In his hands was a letter and he handed it to Irene. “It’s for you.” He said as she looked at the yellow parchment. She slowly took the letter and opened it. She didn’t expect that person to write to her after a year. Her father, sending a letter on her birthday. She read its contents. It made mentions of his apology for not being present on her birthday and other stories of his adventures while working. It also made mention of a big and majestic circus, like it was a dream. He wished to bring her to one. At the end of the letter, he again apologized, saying that he might never come home. His “job” had caught up to him. “You’ll always be my loving daughter. Happy 16th birthday. I love you, and I’m sorry.” He wrote at the end. Everything was silent for awhile until Irene opened her mouth just to say that she was tired and said that she will retire to her room.
Soon, she was woken up by the landlady. She looked appalled and pale. She pulled the confused Irene up and told her to grab a few possessions. With her door wide open, she could see smoke curling up on the ceiling. “A fire?” she asked. The elderly landlady shook her head, her eyes wide open. “There’s no time. We must go!” She grabbed hold of the closest things that belonged to Irene, a few clothes and her birthday gift, and shoved it into her hands. She led her to the backdoor in a hurry and ushered her to a shed outside. “Please, Irene. Just stay here.” She heard the woman say before closing the door behind her and locking it.
She sat there in silence. The shed didn’t have any windows and wasn’t it that far away from the boarding house. She could hear loud cracking noises and…screams? Laughter? Irene could never tell. Fear ate her very being as she sat in the darkness for how long. Soon, she heard a click and saw the door slowly opening. “Are you alright?” she heard a soft familiar voice call out to her. She instantly stood up and wrapped her arms around Pierre. She tried to ask where the elderly couple was but the boy simply shook his head. Her protests died out when she saw men, officers, bring out two burnt bodies from the now charred boarding house.
Theories started to form to what happened. Police officers guessed that it was an accidental fire. Some claimed that it was the work of terrorists or thieves. Others said that old Mr. Leroy finally snapped. Others claimed it was due to Irene’s father’s odd job…whatever it was and yet, it gave a bad image to the young girl. Those theories didn’t stop the bad fortune from coming. Stated on the last will of Mr. Leroy, Pierre was to inherit a large fortune and the land of the house was to be given to a distant relative, who stayed silent. Pierre used the money to rebuild the boarding house yet its original function never to be used again. Irene noticed her friend’s attitude changing, getting more distant than ever. A few months later, he told her his decision to become an army doctor, hoping his studies will not be in a complete waste. But Irene knew that his decision revolved around that theory that they were attacked by terrorist. She shouted that he was an idiot for believing such a theory which led to one of their biggest fights. It ended with Pierre leaving the house, his mind set but he promised to write to her so that she won’t feel lonely.
And yet, Irene felt lonely in the big house. Soon, the distant relative took claim of the land which left nothing for Irene. She was told to leave their land before the relative calls the authorities. Tired, stressed and weary, she failed to contact her distant friend about the matter and it left her wandering the streets for months. Feeling lost and alone, she almost gave up hope one day, until she heard music being played. She didn’t care where she was that time, what she cared was the music that was being played. It reminded her of happier times. A smile showed on her face, something she thought she has forgotten to do. In the back of her mind, she remembers someone promising her to take her to a circus, to show her how majestic it was. Maybe, the music that was playing came from that circus. Cirque Des Reves was the name as she tried to remember. With a smile on her face and her head held up high, she’ll like to see it firsthand and see if it was truly like a dream.
♥V o i c e : TBA
♥L i k e s : -music -spicy food (especially spicy curry) -tea -her blue hat -books -the smell of books and old paper
♥D i s l i k e s : -anything that taste sour -bees -spiders -thick incense or perfume -being mistaken as a child
♥F a m i l y : Father – William Hausler (unknown status, most probably deceased.) Mother – (unknown status) Guardians/Caretakers – Mr. and Mrs. Leroy (deceased), Pierre Leroy (still alive.)
♥ R e l a t i o n s h i p s : TBA
♥M I S C/O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n: -she knows how to cook a few basic foods -despite being taught on how to play an instrument, Irene can never carry a proper note from it. -she still can’t sew, despite being taught of the skill -she keeps letters inside the box given to her, the letters from her father and the ones from Pierre. She replies to the latter’s messages.
♥R P m e t h o d s :
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[Thank you for taking your time reading this, especially the history. Wow, that was long. I hope I did everything correctly and I hope to get accepted in this very awesome group!] [Yay! I got accepted! ]
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More