Thea Lemuela

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Thea Lemuela

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Name- Lemuela, THEA

Position- Not quite sure on this...

Gender- Feminine

Age- Nineteen

Hair Dark brown, nearly black

Eyes Emerald Green

Height 5' 6"

History Thea was born into an immensely prominent family in the States. Her father was a successful businessman, and her mother, a leader of anything and everything within the community. However as years crept by, a new tension arose surrounding her parents. It appeared that her father had also been a very influential leader to a mob. The mob was the most infamous one of their city, and he the leader. This mob was dangerous and deadly, gathering their wealth and should they kill to receive it, so be it. Apparently, her father had given strict orders to a new member of the mob and the orders had been betrayed to their enemy. While intending to escape the city under protection of her father's mob, the enemy surrounded them, destroying half the mob and killing both Thea's father, and mother.

The remaining mob members sent Thea to Paris where she could start anew without the cover of her father's name attached. No one here would know her secret.

Personality- Due to the strenuous years caused by her father's position, Thea has supported a cold and angry heart for years. She has difficulty trusting others and although she is not anywhere near mean spirited, she may come across as distant, short, and excessively strong willed. Her eyes are always hard and confident, her carriage proves it so. She wears an armor and refuses to take it off without a fight. Defiance has always been in her blood.

RP Example- "Hurry, Thea, hurry!" A man's voice snatched at Thea's heart as she stared wide-eyed at the motionless bodies that used to be her parents. They lay across one another, a pool of their combined blood slowly expanding into the space nearby. She reached a trembling hand down to them but it was no sooner snatched away by the man. As she brought her awestruck face up to look at him, her eyes unbelieving, she realized who it was...Thomas. As he tugged her urgently away, she looked back to the pile, noting immediately how the purple of her mother's gown clashed magnificently with the blood beneath her....

Before she could think anymore she was helped roughly into a waiting carriage and the door slammed in her face. She could hear the distant sirens and then the crack of the whip. It was only then as the carriage jolted forward, that the moisture reached her eyes. But the tears, never fell. Instead, anger seared through her heart and she turned to the men in the carriage who eyed her skeptically. The malice in her eyes caused them to shift to straighter positions and glance nervously at one another. She herself rose into a stronger pose, with shoulders straight she looked back into the window and made many vows unto herself. Anger coursed in her veins until she reached the railroad platform. Before the men could assist her from the carriage, she opened the door and stepped out. She then strode away from the carriage, the men, her history, and disappeared into the crowd...

Codeword ~Lefevre~

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I am not particularly fond of this post, mine tend to have a more ethereal feel as well as a deeper look into the reader's imagination.

[Christine]

Position is what they do in the Opera House - a dancer, an aid in a department, a chorus member, etc.
Pageboys are people who wait in the lobby escorting people to their seats, delivering stuff to the cast, and other odd jobs.

Once you get that done, accepted!