Cecile R

[cecile]

Name: Cecile Remington
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Death: Execution
Birthday: March 17 1754
Face Claim: Kirsten Dunst
Hight, and weight: 5'4, 90 lb
Steriotype in life: Rebels
Personallity:

First and foremost Cecilia (Cecile) is an "insufferable know it all" with an appearance to stop hearts. To anyone that doesn't take the time to get to know her she is an over achiever who is constantly learning new things and studying, most likely because she fears that she will fail if she doesn't. Not knowing that she is dead because she can’t believe that she was executed for liberty the Remington girl wanders around thinking that she is still in the 16th century. Because of this she thinks that she is only dreaming, and continues to behave as she has in life. She has been referred to as the brightest female of her age (mostly because she is only seventeen, and most women in her time were kept illiterate).

She is open minded, serene and unique though is believed by most to be a tool for the evil within France. However she is very blunt. The blonde speaks her mind where you want to hear it or not. And after mingling with most of the astute men in her circle she's not afraid to say what she is thinking in any given situation. However that doesn't mean shes a bitch only that she is not afraid to say what is on her mind… actually she has a twin personality, because she is nurturing and peaceful all in one.

Family:

Gatien Phlipon- Father
Marie-Jeanne Phlipon- Mother

History:

The only surviving child of a master engraver, Cecile was born into an age of reason and wit, the France of the philosophies. After spending the first two years of her life with a wet-nurse, she returned to her parents' middle-class household where she watched her father and his apprentices make decorated snuffboxes, jewel and watch cases, elaborate buttons, and picture frames. Taught to read at an early age, her intellectual curiosity was insatiable. From her early years she showed great aptitude for study, an ardent and enthusiastic spirit, and unquestionable talent. She was largely self-taught; and her love of reading acquainted her with Plutarch by age 8 — an author she continued to cherish throughout her life — thereafter with Bossuet, Massillon, and authors of a like stamp, and finally with Montesquieu, Voltaire and Rousseau. As her studies developed under the influence of these authors, she abandoned the idea of entering a convent, and added to the enthusiasm for a republic which she had imbibed from her earlier studies, she was inspired by her reading with cynicism and daring.
While she was attaining these characteristics, Cecile was also developing a great sense of awareness regarding the world around her. On a trip to Versailles, she first began to display a slight interest in politics when she described the perfect government as one which contained, "enlightened and well-meaning ministers, a young prince docile to their council who wants to do good, a lovable and well doing queen, an easy court, pleasant and decent, an honorable legislative body, a charming people who wants nothing but the power to love its master..." Already Cecile was disregarding the idea of an absolute monarchy by putting the ministers before the king or, in this case, the prince.
Marriage
She married Joaquin Remington in 1769, every bit his equal in intellect and character, even though he was more than 20 years older than she. With him and through him she exercised a singularly powerful influence over the destinies of France.
In the early days of their marriage, Madame Remington being only a teenager wrote political articles for the Courier de Lyon. When the couple moved from Lyon to Paris in 1770, she began to take an even more active role. Her salon on the rue Guénégaud in Paris became the rendezvous of Brissot, Pétion, Robespierre and other leaders of the popular movement. An especially esteemed guest was Buzot, whom she loved with platonic enthusiasm.
In person, Madame Roland is said to have been attractive but not beautiful; her ideas were clear and far-reaching, her manner calm, and her power of observation extremely acute. It was almost inevitable that she should find herself in the centre of political aspirations and presiding over a company of the most talented men of progress. She began this movement toward political involvement slowly, starting out simply as working as a secretary for her husband. As time went on, however, she found that she was able to tweak his letters and still sign them in his name as he appreciated her input and assistance. Following her husband’s rise in influence within the Girondist group, Madame Remington was given more and more influence over the group.
After Monsieur Remington had made a stand against the worst excesses of the Revolution, the couple became unpopular. Once, Madame Roland appeared personally in the Assembly to repel the falsehoods of an accuser, and her ease and dignity evoked enthusiasm and compelled acquittal.
Nevertheless, the accusations continued. On the morning of 1 June 1771 she was arrested and thrown into the prison of the Abbaye. Her husband escaped to Rouen with her help. Released for an hour from the Abbaye, she was again arrested and placed in Sainte-Pelagie. Finally, she was transferred to the Conciergerie. In prison she was respected by the guards, and was allowed the privilege of writing materials and occasional visits from devoted friends. She was tried on trumped up charges of harbouring royalist sympathies; the plain fact was that she was to be expunged as part of the purge by Robespierre of the Girondist opposition, and was duly convicted.
Imprisonment and death
Perhaps some of the most interesting days of Madame Remington’s life took place in prison as she struggled with her concept of a woman’s place in the nation of France after having been forced to lurk in the shadows to gain her own influence over the nation. However in 1771 fall Cecile Remington was guillotined.

Likes&Dislikes:

Likes
studying
writing
cleaning
the rain
reading


Dislikes
relationships
drama
crowds
loud people

Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Halynn
Experience:

5 years on proboards

Roleplay sample:

Mr. Shapiro trailed on about the class room rules while the class got settled into their desks. The old man wore a classic tweed vest covering a worn out white dress shirt that his ex-wife had gotten him last Christmas. He was a sad old man, thinking about retiring but couldn’t let go of fact his students were the only ones that needed him and at the same time he needed them in return. After a few moments fluttered out of the classroom the sixty-three year old man raised his voice and told the class to settle down before handing out his qualifying test. The test was a simple way to tell who was serious about his grade twelve advanced calculus class and a way to weed out the ones that would be waiting their time. However there was one student in particular he had never expected to see in his class. Amaya Hakari, the sophomore had been very productive in her other classes, soaring above teachers expectations and her peers but the old man did not think that her taking a senior advanced class was a very good move on her part. However it being school policy he gave her the test anyways.

“Arigatou” the small voice peeped. It was hard to believe that the school was run by the small red head with the pale pink Lolita dress covered by the school’s blazer. She looked more like a child than a mastermind that manipulated school administration. Mr. Shapiro was not fooled. Once the test begun the girl flew through the test without even using a calculator. Forty minutes passed and the entire class looked like it was going to explode, time was up and only a select few had turned over their papers signalling that they were finished the test. Mr. Shapiro told the class to put down their pens and pass their papers to the front of the class for marking but there was a small problem in Amaya’s row. Unable to rise from their seats there was a hold up of papers because the class president had fallen asleep. It was hard to believe but the student president had ignored class rules on the first day. “Miss Hakari” he boomed, shocking the students who thought that the teacher was feeble and weak. She arose slowly and peered with devious eyes at her teacher “Yes?” she replied while taking the tests and putting hers in with the rest. The teacher was shocked and walked over to her desk before removing her test from the others.“Because you have no respect for the rules I think I will mark your test allowed for others to hear your mistakes.” He said before beginning. One by one he called out the questions and answers, and one by one everyone was shocked that every answer was right.

“Now, Mr. Shapiro, may I be excused so as I can take care of parliamentary issues?” she asked with innocence mixed with mockery in her small tone. The man was to overwhelmed to answer but the girl rose anyways from her seat. School classes bored the girl and she only went to them because her father wished it so. It would be a good grade on her report card or she would return home to her mother and father who had moved back to America leaving her at the school by herself. Leaving the class she blew a kiss to the boys and walked out leaving the old man to think about what had happened. ‘this was going to be another great year’ she thought to herself walking through the academic hallway.

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