Lillian Goldsbloom

Class: Human [hidden metal-man]

Species: ----

Name: Lillian Frances Goldsbloom

Nickname(s): Franny—which only her dead mother was able to call her. ONLY. And Lil, or Lilly, (which only Braid calls her)

Birthday: 17 June, 3025

Owner: (Goldsbloom owns her soul)

House: GOLDSBLOOM



Eye Color: warm sienna, honey-colored outer ring
(right) metal-man eye has a copper sclera (that's the white of the eye ;3 ) and red iris

Hair Color: actually blonde, but dyes it brown

Height: 5' 3"

Weight: You never ask a lady her weight! (if you really wish to know, try to get Braid to tell you)

Build: decently curved, can easily see she's a young woman

Distinguishing Features: eye-patch over her right eye, which she lets her hair fall over. The charms bracelet she's always wearing on her left wrist. The beauty-mark on her left thumb's knuckle

Typical Dress: colors of Goldsbloom in varying combinations of dresses. Always the prim lady, she has impeccably ironed skirts, minimum elbow-length petticoat, and a corset.

Orientation: straight

Other Notes: Regularly changes charms on her bracelet so it doesn't look exactly the same any two days in a row.



Age: 17 years old

Likes: (at least 4)

[one] Having tea time in the gardens with Braid, who she is very close to.

[two] Children. She wishes she could have siblings, and the little darlings are oh-so-cute all dressed up!

[three] Charms! She wants to fill her charm bracelet and always looks forward to a charm as a present.

[more?] Oddly enough, machinery, tools, and mechanics in general. They tend to peak her interest. And then there's her little 'gift'...

Dislikes: (at least 4)

[one] Rats. Those ugly little things with their skinless tails.... she's proud to say she's never eaten them, regardless of their being a delicacy.

[two] Her father's foolish behavior. Well, he may be a silly fool, but he's her silly fool, and she doesn't want anything to happen to him.

[three] Being the center of attention—she has too much to hide, so being in the spotlight or under an intense gaze too long makes her uncomfortable.

[four] Being trapped inside all day. Honestly, she knows every servant and every occupant of Goldsbloom Manor, and all their movements throughout the day, and anything that comes in and out of Goldsbloom house. All this because she is stuck inside, unable to go out (and unwilling to be under the gaze of so many people).

Aspirations
- to marry well and become a grandmother (a big family, like she never had)
- somehow get rid of her metalman eye
- get her father out of that suicidal relationship he's in, for all their sakes


Fears
- anyone discovering her....ahem, little secret
- losing her father—she loves that idiot—or Braid. They are literally all she has left and the only people she can trust.
- not having anywhere to belong. She's proud of her identity, just wants to tweak a few things so she doesn't have to be so fearful anymore. But she is terrified of being disowned or losing her noble status.


Strengths:
- never show tears or fears in public, as any cultured lady should (or tries)
- is good at being incognito after practicing it for so long
- protective of her famiglia—its innate to being one of Goldsbloom. Which she is. Born and bred. No one gets away with an insult to Goldsbloom or her father or Braid. She always gets back at them, but subtly, since standing out is a no-no.

Weaknesses
- is a little spoiled, so has a tendency to cry when things get too hard or don't go her way
- being in the spot-light makes her nervous—she can handle it for as long as, say, an evening (party, reception, whatever) to save face, but she absolutely freezes if she is called out in public.
- tinker-toys. She likes little machines with random purposes, and is willing to a good bit to get a new one (if she really likes it)

Habits:
- is a pathological liar. She can't help it. It's a defense mechanism....
- will look up and blink rapidly if she's about to get teary
- twists/turns her charm bracelet if she is thoughtful or if her interest is piqued

Overall Personality: She has a detached exterior when it comes to being around anyone but her father and Braid. She doesn't find it easy to trust people, and as a result can be introverted most times. She doesn't like staying cramped inside all day, so can be a little resentful and pouty if she can't get outside, at least to the gardens for tea time. She knows everything that is going on around her, and makes it her business to know all the gossip the servants do and who is doing what in the house. Though Lillian considers it a safety precaution, she also does it out of shear boredom from staying indoors for long hours. She seeks entertainment in the form of shopping with Braid or learning new things—why, she may even consider adopting one of those hybrid thingies, if only to be rescued from 'noia' she suffers everyday.

She likes children, and doesn't like to see them upset. Lillian also has a strong tendency to dress-up whatever she thinks is adorable in something cute, because they are simply darling that way!

Other Notes:---



Birthplace: Goldsbloom

Parents: Hugh Goldsbloom and Marianna Goldsbloom (deceased)

Siblings: Only child

Education: Finished primary school. Currently under a governess in the midst of her secondary schooling


After she lost her mother, Lillian has had a tendency to sabotage any of her father's relationships which he's dundered into.

Known Facts:

(post somethings that everyone knows is true about your character)
- she has a very wealthy father and is the only heiress to that fortune
- she is very secretive and non-confrontational
- Does not like being alone if she's going anywhere

Rumors:

(what are some rumors going on about your character? Can be true or false)
- She lost her eye in the Pit Fights as a younger girl, making her hate hybrids; that's supposedly why she wears the eye patch and why she has no pets
- Her charms are actually bewitched and she practices that dark archaic thing called 'Magyk'.
- She knows somebody who knows someone who works for some person who is responsible for leading a secret group in the support of the new Goldsbloom heir—and is supporting them as well.

Secrets:

(What is something only your character knows?)
- Her metal-man eye allows her to see through most metallic structures, allowing her to understand how they work
- She's more fragile and clingy than she appears to be
- Tea time isn't the only reason she will sneak off to the Gardens regularly.....



(tell us a bit about yourself)
Roleplayer: Pendragon Knight
Years Role-Playing: 2-3 years, on and off (not that great, so please bear with me!)
Contact: PM me <3
Other Characters: Nadia Fortuna, Idris Sen, Matthew Jones, Victor Valentine, Sheer Austin



Her sigh was a soft, hollow one. Lifting her chin carelessly, she let her bangs—her protective shield—shift back from her eye-patch. That stupid eye-patch. Lillian glanced side-long at the door with her left eye, not shifting from her position, throat exposed and shoulder draping backwards like the rest of her over her parlor chair. So un-ladylike.

As if she cared now. Here, in the privacy of her room, under Braid’s protection, Lillian had the luxury of letting all pretenses fall away. She twisted her fingers into her hair behind her head.

A soft slither.

All pretenses.

Something shifted, sliding, falling.

All pretenses.

A dark, prime-velvet-lined cut of cloth, embroidered with gold; with a leaf’s grace it came down onto the cool tiled floor. Its ties unlaced, and relieved of their former and almost continuous duty of binding it to its mistress’ face. Hiding her secret.

She let her pretenses fall away, and Lillian Goldsbloom straightened her head to stare into the night-dresser she sat before. A girl stared back at her, needy, lonely, fearful. Her eyes were haunted. Both of them. One, a honey-ringed sienna, the other, a red moon on a copper sea.

Just because it was metal, didn’t mean it was unfeeling.

She stared into her stark, unembellished self, free of pretenses, free of facades. And she hated what she saw. Suddenly Lillian jumped up, both eyes squeezed shut, and flung herself away from her night-dresser, upsetting her chair. In a flare of perfectly ironed skirts, her perfectly braided hair flying like a banner behind her. She threw herself towards the door of her parlor and towards her larger drawing-room chamber. Towards safety. Away from loneliness. Towards someone she trusted, who was like her only sister.

“Braid! Braidee!”