Post by Terrace Moreau on Nov 29, 2016 1:09:18 GMT
Terrace ‘Terra’ Eden Moreau~ “I don’t think I’ve been gifted anything red and hated it…”
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Histoire: Not much is worth mentioning about Terrace Eden Moreau and her past but as her mother was a hair stylist it was one thing Terra held onto after all these years. But she really enjoyed painting as well and people were indeed her main focus. She had a colorful and romantic imagination and wished to bring it into the world. She was gifted dolls from her father who traveled world wide for business. She loved his gifts and was quite the frilly girl growing up. Well growing up in France, the fashion capital of the world, there was not way to escape the lovely dresses and the arts. She would never complain she was happy and always felt beautiful. She spent a lot of her free time with her friends Kipling and Kalypso, the twins and her would be the best of friends and days were so bright Hearing music, lounging in the fields near their homes, even through adult hood things were bright and colorful. Of course even more so when Terrace found love. Finding a mutual beauty in people the Toreador picked Terra above all others. He brought her higher than she had ever traveled on a cloud. He took her so high that she forgot everything else below. of course once he broke her heart she hailed down upon him frozen and landed in pieces. Her lonely and broken heart did not deserve peoples effort to piece back together since she had abandoned them to begin with. She noticed the damage she caused to her dear friends and that was never going to be easy to bear. Kaly was stone cold and some had said it was because Terra abandoned her. This was going to weigh heavy on Terra's mind for years to come. She abandoned her friends while they all had to abandon their families the Terra and her friends now fellow kindred would travel and end up under the ever so welcoming hands of Oz.
Has a side talent using a Rapier and is a savvy Fencer both she learned from her Father in between his trips as an explorer.
Personnalité: The gallery was set and the art was posted. She can paint in various mediums so the backdrop of every Doll had their own home. Every doll had it’s own life, or so she liked to think. Hair was authentic and “willingly donated” an added bonus was a bit of a secret from every donation. Of course her art is not without inspiration. She’s draw in clients she sees inspiration from. If they schedule a private hair appointment, that is how she claimed her meals and her art. Some humans will show a blossom of something she wished to unleash. The only way she would be able to do that is with a bit of blood, hair, some sculpted doll art and a painted background.
Her hair was a fresh and striking red as her skin was beautifully pale and her eyes were vibrant ember in the light. Beautiful people surrounded her; she’d smile, and welcome her admiring audience. Her face would be surprised and warmed by those who she’d say she did not expect to show. She would say how honored she was they were here, the complete picture of modesty. Her past clients that came fell back in their daze, as she was so happy they were able to meet them again to witness their truest form of beauty. Beauty only she saw once looking upon them.
They would inspire her the same way she might inspire them. Dreams were made and aspirations were seen with in the bendable joints and brush strokes of these very elegant dolls. A Piece of their soul would forever possess the works of art with in this room, just the same as within Roesia, and within her clients. With this in mind this Gallery has a special tribute to someone she made a doll for many years ago who had passed. She would look at the doll through the crowd and see the young girl holding onto the dolls hand very sweetly and so proud.
The doll itself was lovely, vibrant, and deep as a blossoming ocean bubbled around a flying fairy. The young lady spent most of her life being sickly, unable to do the things she dreamed. Upon a chance visit to the hospital Roesia found this girl deep asleep after hours, paying her a few visits showing her some work she had started on with the doll. Unlike most of her clients she did not drink from this one, the doctors happily gave the blood. As her sickness waved over her she stared out the window at the butterflies wishing she could go where they did.
Life, Death, and Love are what make the world colorful. She might be almost void of every one of those things. Seeing those beautiful colors on humans is the only thing she truly feels for. Her sire would be so proud, he was entranced by her dolls but thought they could use more life… she was no different a doll that he would give eternal life to. She loved him, loved him so deeply… He broke what heart she had left the same as any artist lover would. He found someone who enticed him more. Roesia was the one who ran away from his company.
Where there was love she returned it. Where there was life and death she made it and she sought to forever preserve it. Because people live for love and live to achieve it before death came knocking.
Histoire: Not much is worth mentioning about Terrace Eden Moreau and her past but as her mother was a hair stylist it was one thing Terra held onto after all these years. But she really enjoyed painting as well and people were indeed her main focus. She had a colorful and romantic imagination and wished to bring it into the world. She was gifted dolls from her father who traveled world wide for business. She loved his gifts and was quite the frilly girl growing up. Well growing up in France, the fashion capital of the world, there was not way to escape the lovely dresses and the arts. She would never complain she was happy and always felt beautiful. She spent a lot of her free time with her friends Kipling and Kalypso, the twins and her would be the best of friends and days were so bright Hearing music, lounging in the fields near their homes, even through adult hood things were bright and colorful. Of course even more so when Terrace found love. Finding a mutual beauty in people the Toreador picked Terra above all others. He brought her higher than she had ever traveled on a cloud. He took her so high that she forgot everything else below. of course once he broke her heart she hailed down upon him frozen and landed in pieces. Her lonely and broken heart did not deserve peoples effort to piece back together since she had abandoned them to begin with. She noticed the damage she caused to her dear friends and that was never going to be easy to bear. Kaly was stone cold and some had said it was because Terra abandoned her. This was going to weigh heavy on Terra's mind for years to come. She abandoned her friends while they all had to abandon their families the Terra and her friends now fellow kindred would travel and end up under the ever so welcoming hands of Oz.
Has a side talent using a Rapier and is a savvy Fencer both she learned from her Father in between his trips as an explorer.
Personnalité: The gallery was set and the art was posted. She can paint in various mediums so the backdrop of every Doll had their own home. Every doll had it’s own life, or so she liked to think. Hair was authentic and “willingly donated” an added bonus was a bit of a secret from every donation. Of course her art is not without inspiration. She’s draw in clients she sees inspiration from. If they schedule a private hair appointment, that is how she claimed her meals and her art. Some humans will show a blossom of something she wished to unleash. The only way she would be able to do that is with a bit of blood, hair, some sculpted doll art and a painted background.
Her hair was a fresh and striking red as her skin was beautifully pale and her eyes were vibrant ember in the light. Beautiful people surrounded her; she’d smile, and welcome her admiring audience. Her face would be surprised and warmed by those who she’d say she did not expect to show. She would say how honored she was they were here, the complete picture of modesty. Her past clients that came fell back in their daze, as she was so happy they were able to meet them again to witness their truest form of beauty. Beauty only she saw once looking upon them.
They would inspire her the same way she might inspire them. Dreams were made and aspirations were seen with in the bendable joints and brush strokes of these very elegant dolls. A Piece of their soul would forever possess the works of art with in this room, just the same as within Roesia, and within her clients. With this in mind this Gallery has a special tribute to someone she made a doll for many years ago who had passed. She would look at the doll through the crowd and see the young girl holding onto the dolls hand very sweetly and so proud.
The doll itself was lovely, vibrant, and deep as a blossoming ocean bubbled around a flying fairy. The young lady spent most of her life being sickly, unable to do the things she dreamed. Upon a chance visit to the hospital Roesia found this girl deep asleep after hours, paying her a few visits showing her some work she had started on with the doll. Unlike most of her clients she did not drink from this one, the doctors happily gave the blood. As her sickness waved over her she stared out the window at the butterflies wishing she could go where they did.
Life, Death, and Love are what make the world colorful. She might be almost void of every one of those things. Seeing those beautiful colors on humans is the only thing she truly feels for. Her sire would be so proud, he was entranced by her dolls but thought they could use more life… she was no different a doll that he would give eternal life to. She loved him, loved him so deeply… He broke what heart she had left the same as any artist lover would. He found someone who enticed him more. Roesia was the one who ran away from his company.
Where there was love she returned it. Where there was life and death she made it and she sought to forever preserve it. Because people live for love and live to achieve it before death came knocking.
