OoC: Full Name: Aurelia Imogene Adhemar
Nicknames: Most call her Imogene or the nickname from that… Mina. Call her Aurelia and she won’t be particularly pleased, call her any random cutesy name or name coming from Imogene and she may kill you. Really, family is the only one who can get away with such things (her mother refuses to call her anything other than Aurelia).
Age: 19
Race: Fincayran Human
DoB: February 12

Family/History: Imogene has grown up in a very large family with little money to spare, particularly after the death of her father. She has nine younger siblings and one older brother and ever since the “hunting accident,” only one parent to deal with the 11 kids. Well, actually ten kids. Ruben (age 22) left the house and has not been seen for about three years, though they know that he is still alive and well because he does his part for his family in sending money when he can. With still so many children running around and with her mother not making enough to support them properly, Imogene works at the town’s pub as a sort of bar tender. It has been awful for her, putting her in threatening positions, being taken advantage of in a number of ways… But she puts up with it for her family. It pays well enough and it does have its enjoyable aspects.
While Imogene is not like the rest of her family, the Adhemars as a whole are known around town for their kind hospitality. With two extra rooms and four others where the rest of the family sleeps, people will often say that is the home to go for a place to stay. They will take anyone (or anyone who can handle a “zoo house”—noisy, chaotic…), including the deer people. The family as a whole is ‘friend to the deer people’. That, however, does not include Imogene, but she will do as her mother says and show them to their room. She just may give some attitude. Her mother notoriously warns/apologizes on her daughter’s behalf. Mrs. Adhemar believes that Imogene thinks far too much and loves far too little. The girl loves to think and values education, which the family does not, so she has taught herself to read and is attempting to teach herself to write, but finds it much more challenging than learned reading. The friends she has gained either have her same passion or they have somehow wiggled their way in by proof of loyalty.

Family (in case you care to know the large number of names):
Mother: Sophronia Adhemar
Father: Roland Adhemar (deceased—by “hunting accident,” though Imogene believes it to be more along the lines of murder, whether due to self defense or not)
Brothers: Ruben (age 22), William (13), Elric (10), Clinton (8), Rylan (3)
Sisters: Charlotte (15), Annalyse (12), Merry (7), Noelle (5), Quorraline (3)

Personality: The Imogene that “outsiders” see is quite different from the Imogene that family and close friends see. Well, everyone else sees her top layer... She is fairly well known around town, in part because of where she works, but also due to her family. They stand out in some ways as a family and she stands out among her family (as the one with little compassion). To most, she is not known to be friendly, for her opinionated attitude and even appearance says everything to the contrary. In almost everything that she does she exudes great confidence and pride. Her patience runs dry quickly and she has a bit of a temper, though for the sake of her siblings, that she has learned to tone down until the very end. With her opinions, she is quick to be bold/blunt, judge, and criticize others. This covers that cynical, bitter side of Imogene, but in all reality she is just broken, causing her to feel the need for a “stay away from me” mask. Her esteem tends to be very low, but she does not like appearing weak in any way, while she does not believe in true love, she is compassionate and loving to those who land on the up side of her judgmental wall (or merely break though it), and she is a fiercely loyal friend even though friendship doesn’t come easily to her. She is not brilliant by any means, but she has a love for education and learning and, surprisingly, wishes above all else to one day teach.
As a warning, watch out. The girl has been manipulated enough times to know how to manipulate.
Likes: Reading, archery, family, the quiet and SILENCE where it can be found
Dislikes: Deer people, greed, the thoughtless and oblivious, pregnancy (she is completely disgusted by it), and surprisingly… children ← She loves her siblings to death even though half the time she wants to kill them, but she can’t stand anyone else’s kids and she tends to be awkward with them.

Appearance→
Complexion: Ivory
Height: 5’7”
Build: Breakable, tiny frame with curves and very little tone
Hair: Straight, long, and chocolate brown
Eyes: Such a dark brown they’re practically black
Overall: Her strong facial bone structure, full lips with their natural frown, and dark, slanted eyes give Imogene a harsh appearance, though many would have to admit that there is also a small look of innocence there as well. She has a small nose that fits well with her similarly small oval face and the usual Fincayran pointed ears. Imogene’s chocolate brown hair is not very thick, but is naturally pretty straight and falls to the small of her back. She wears it a myriad of different ways, but typically it is down or half up, half down. Her eyes are usually full of judgment or interest while she listens to conversations around her with a slightly quirked brow and the corners of her mouth are rarely pointed up in a smile while in public (unless of course she is being manipulative).
As for her style of dress, when she’s out in public Imogene is almost always in simple dresses made by her own and/or her mother’s hands.
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BiC:
This was the second time in the week that Ambrosette had had a good dream about her family. It never escalated to the nightmares that she once had nightly. But she didn’t like to dream about them. She didn’t like to remember… While part of her still missed it all, it felt safer and easier to move on with her new life; her life with her uncle. It had already been a little bit over a year and she felt like it was time to move on. She was stuck.
Her mother laughed that light laugh of hers at a joke her father told as he picked Ember up and spun her around in their old living room. The joy in her own eyes mimicked what she saw in the eyes of her parents. Her mom’s hair was still long and dark and her brilliant blue eyes (almost identical to Emrys’) bright, so unlike the last day of her life. “Amber,” her father began to say, but before she could hear the rest of his statement, she opened her eyes; not at all startled or afraid… Odd. Her eyes went directly to the roof of the tree’s interior, staring with those caramel brown orbs and trying her best to get rid of the thoughts about them all. With a small sigh, she rolled over, hugging the doll Sapphira had made her years ago, then stood for some breakfast with her uncle. She didn’t bother getting dressed just yet, as usual. Really, the only time she did was when she was not hungry, which tended to worry him at times.

Placing her doll on a wooden chair by her door, she stepped out without closing it behind her. Her focus went dully to her uncle. He looked very focused on something… “What’s wrong Uncle Emrys?” She asked in a soft voice, coming to his side.

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This was the time. Another year of hope, which she could only wish was not false once again. The time also meant a less fortunate feeling due to the unpleasant fact that the deer people, or perhaps one specific deer person, would be showing up on their side. They avoided discussion until it was absolutely necessary and if this was the year everyone had been waiting for… it was absolutely necessary.

Amara had yet to dress, though she had been up for hours. The obnoxious, yet exciting feeling of anticipation tended to keep her up each year. Taking her eyes away from her bedchamber’s window she moved with a light sigh to pick out a dress for the day. Her attention landed quickly on one of her long white satin dresses—it was, after all, a bit too hot outside for velvet. And her mother always used to tell her father: ‘white is a hopeful and pure colour.’ Or at least, that’s what she had always been told was said. Slipping it on, she studied the tight middle and touched the satin where it went loose a little below her waistline. As she looked in the mirror, she decided she was far too impatient to have someone come in to do something with her hair and walked out with her head of curls as they were. She very much just wished to go on a walk outside unless, of course, Alaina managed to find her first. It was almost always welcomed conversation with this friend, lady’s maid and “personal advisor” because royalty was a rather friendless and lonesome job. She truly hated the silence.

OoC: Annnd I'll post for Imogene soon xD