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Elsie BowerStatus: Sister of Lucian Bower.
Age: Twenty-one
Marital Status: Single.
Children: None.
Height: 5'6".
Weight: 130 lbs.
Markings: None.
Piercings: None
Medical Conditions: None.
Special Ability: White Magic.
Bio: Liliana Cameo Bower. What a joke of a name. Her mother had had dreams of grandeur in catching the eye of a man like Bartholomew Bower. She knew the reputation and she knew everyone thought she was a fool, but the woman was intent on proving them all wrong. She'd lie, cheat and coax her way into the man's bed and, more importantly, his heart. A beauty like Anne was used to being able to get what she wanted with a bat of her eyes and a twirl of light blonde curls. This time, however, she'd been wrong. She'd found herself falling out of graces when she ended up pregnant, though that was as great an inconvenience to her as it was to any other. She wasn't ready to lose her figure nor was she ready to go back to being merely another struggling merchant. The further the pregnancy progressed, however, the more the townsfolk noticed that Anne seemed to grow increasingly desperate. Not that the child's father had noticed, it was apparent that they had had some falling out. Anne had likely tried to ensure she was more than simply another mistress and found out, much to her disliking, that that was exactly the role she played.So she gave birth in the early hours one morning in late July. She worked carefully on the child's name. Liliana for the lily, as she expected the child to grow pale and blonde as her mother, and Cameo, meaning sculptured jewel, her mother's last name and a reminder of where she came from. Anne Cameo came from a long line of jewelsmiths, crafting some of the daintiest of necklaces and cutting stones for rings so that they could pick up even the dimmest light. They'd thrived in the marketplace for generations, but the money had never been that great and Anne's own talents were pale in comparison to what her family had expected of her. Now here she was, giving birth to a bastard child, another mouth to feed, and still had found no way to contribute to the survival of their business. She'd told herself that none of it mattered, though, she was going to have her daughter and raise her to accomplish what she couldn't do. Until the day the infant's hair first started to show and, where Anne had expected to see a nearly white shade of blonde, the dark hair seemed a damning accusation. All her misfortunes were glaringly obvious then, but she'd continued to raise her daughter. The more time passed, though, the worse things got. When Lily was about three years old, her mother took her from her bed in the middle of the night and drug her to the creek, intent of drowning the dark haired child and riding herself of that constant reminder.
Whether it was luck or misfortune one can only speculate, but the child did not die that night. Servants from the Bower household happened to see the mad woman holding a small, limp figure under the rushing water. Had they been any later, it would have been the end for the little Bower girl. Her mother was carried away screaming, blaming Lily for all the problems in her life while the child was brought back to life coughing muddy water. One of the servants wrapped the shivering form in his coat and the child was taken back to the house, raised by the servants and mostly kept out of the sight of her older brothers or her father. For years she was mute, an unaffectionate child who tried to keep to herself and out of sight. Even when they started her teachings, she would watch and only really participate when she absolutely had to. The decision on what to teach her, then, was made largely by the staff. She'd never really shown much of an interest in anything outside of her own name. She'd shy away from any who called her by her given names, speaking only to correct them. Elsie, she would insist. So Elsie Bower grew into the dark beauty her mother hadn't wanted, with little contact with the very family she carried the name of. She was raised primarily by servants, but there was no denying the girl's blood. Anne certainly hadn't ever been quiet about the girl's father.
Shortly after her twelfth birthday, her mother's cottage caught fire in the middle of the night. Anne, as well as Elsie's grandfather, perished that night in the flames and smoke. No one ever even bothered to mention it to the child directly, though she likely found out through talk amongst the staff. The girl had taken to listening at doors when the servants weren't paying attention. She had even, a time or two, ventured out to try to spy on her brothers. Never on her father, though. Elsie seemed to avoid him, hiding if she happened to be in the same room as he. If he even noticed that she lived in the house, it was a rare occasion. Her mother's death, however, caused a separation between the child and the servants of the household. She started to grow into a Bower then, no longer trying to blend in amongst the servants but claiming the very half of her that had ignored her birth and been unaware of the misery she'd suffered at her mother's side. She'd grow as hard as the jewels her mother named her for and, if she could ever be compared to a lily, this flower could prove poisonous.
Out of Character
Name: Tasha
Screen Name: perilin on wing
Email: [email protected]
PB: Sophia Bush
Journal Link: Poison Lily
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