lies a true vixen
-Age:17
-Parent(s):Lady Gwendolyn & Lord Percival Windsor of Pike.
-Sibling(s): Lord Hampton Russell of Pike, and Ladies Fiona & Soliel of Pike.
-Hobbies(s):Gossiping, dancing, reading, laughing & stirring up trouble.
-Occupation(s): Lady in the court of Loras; a mistress to Prince Richard.
-Personality(s):Mishcevious, playful, flirty, insightful, confident, easily jealous, cunning, sly & daring.
-Special Skill(s):Speaks french, reads and writes, & has green thumb.
-Special Trademark(s): Red lipstick, flirtacious winks.
"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
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“I’ve stolen my lover’s hat.” -From the Diary of Lady Janelle Russell of Pike
-janellerussell: Starter # 1 (open)
Pulling her cloak tighter around her small body, Janelle breathed heavily out her mouth. Watching as the frosty winter air chilled her warm breath, she smirked, thinking of where she should be. As of that moment, her parents were expecting her in the dining hall of the castle for breakfast with…
Irene nodded, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide open. “Why wouldn’t I? You seem kind and honest, I need that.” Normally, she wouldn’t have trusted anyone as quick, knowing very well of the plots at court. But the wine had made her senses less sharp. “I um…hope I will be very lucky too when I marry.” Her flushed cheeks turned redder and she looked down, only to look up again. “Are you sure this is a good idea? What if someone sees us?” She frowned a little but shrugged, what could they possibly say? One little drink had never harmed anyone. She filled her goblet and raised it. “To friendship and wine!” Taking a long sip, she tilted her head back a little.
Irene nodded eagerly, the wine making her more childlike by the minute. “Of course, one more drink…” She filled her goblet again and watched her do the same. She raised her glass again and took a sip, getting dizzier by the second. Smiling innocently, she looked at Lady Janelle again. “So…How does one start?” She turned her head a little. “I haven’t played games since I was ten, so I may not be very good.”
“I’ll bet…” Janelle thought to herself. “Like I said before, Your Grace, it’s very simple. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it very quickly! So, you can either answer a question truthfully, or take another drink.” Janelle quickly scanned her thoughts, collecting and grouping all sorts of things to ask. Gaining the Princess’s trust was surprisingly easy. Seems the girl was just eager for friendship. It really was pathetic. She smiled at the intoxicated Princess. Lord forbid she get sick! How disgusting would that be? Very. Very horrid indeed.
“Here’s the first question: Is it true the King entertains many mistresses?” Janelle smirked, already knowing the answer. No doubt! While she, herself, wasn’t in any sort of intimate relationship with the King, Richard spent countless nights jealous over his father’s larger “bed count” than his own. Her could be quite a child sometimes…
Janelle quickly inserted, “Keep in mind, the questions you answer are not meant to be easy! And don’t forget, you can trust me,” she reached out for Princess Irene’s hand. “You secrets are safe with me.” Janelle almost wanted to add “for now” but thought better of it. Looking up at the girl through her lashes, Janelle made sure she was the essence of innocence. She had been for the past hour of so, and she must say, it is quite exhausting to be so sugary sweet all the time! How these Royals did it everyday she would never know…
: Starter # 3 (Closed; Prince Richard)
The festivities have been going on since last night. The celebration of a new year was still in full blast, and probably would be for the next week. Looking in a mirror hanging by the entrance to the ballroom, Janelle glanced at her reflection, making sure she looked as…
Hearing someone call out to her, Janelle spun around only to come face-to-face with the culprit of her latest aggravation. “You!” she gasped, poking him in the chest. “Who do you think you are? Honestly, how can you look me to squarely in the eyes when you may not even know who I am? Men are all the same. Arrogant.” Janelle huffed and turned her back to him, arms crossed under her chest. While she didn’t want to admit it, she wasn’t angered by the mysterious stranger. She felt more flustered, and intrigued. She felt deep down as if she knew him, and by the end of the night, she would find out if she was right.
If she didn’t… she would simply get to know him.
Glancing back at the young man over her shoulder, she made out what were sure to be handsome features underneath his mask. Rolling her eyes, she turned from him once more, before accepting a drink offered by one of the servants. Janelle slowly spun the contents of her glass lightly while looking into her cup. She took a slow sip of her wine before handing her glass back to the same servant and facing the young man once more. “If you’ll excuse me, I need some fresh air.” With that, she briskly walked past the young man -defiantly bumping his shoulder as she passed- and made her way onto the outdoor porch.
Starter # 3 (Closed; Prince Richard)
The festivities have been going on since last night. The celebration of a new year was still in full blast, and probably would be for the next week. Looking in a mirror hanging by the entrance to the ballroom, Janelle glanced at her reflection, making sure she looked as flawless as ever. “It never hurts to be confident,” she thought to herself. Fixing her mask just a bit, she turned towards the entrance, and held onto the arm of the nobleman who was to escort her down the steps and onto the dance floor. She always loved masquerades. The thrill of meeting just about anyone, shamelessly flirting, and getting away with all kind of trouble made her giddy with excitement. People were too drunk to care! The added benefit of a mask was also wonderful…
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she curtsied before her handsome escort before allowing him to lead her onto the floor for a quick dance. As they twirled around and swayed gracefully with the music, Janelle briefly made eye contact with another young man around her escort’s shoulder before quickly looking away. He seemed awfully familiar, and managed to somehow draw a blush to her cheeks, but she didn’t worry about it too long. She was already preoccupied with her current companion and didn’t want to think of anything else for the moment.
She soon came to a stop, dropping once more into a curtsy and thanking the young man for the dance. As he left, she thought of the other boy from earlier, and felt an annoyance at how she had managed to feel like such a little girl! Honestly, she was anything but a child and suddenly felt pissed. Looking around for him again, she flushed angrily at how silly she seemed. No one one’s ever had that kind of effect on her. Well, no one but her Prince.
you should have known: janellerussell: “I am having a reasonably wonderful time, Your...
“I am having a reasonably wonderful time, Your Majesty. You on the other hand… Please excuse such bold speech, however, you seem bored almost ten times over.” Janelle tsk’d sympathetically. “Why, a young bride-to-be should be doing everything in her power to charm her…
Janelle quirked an eyebrow at the Princess over her glass of wine. Lifting the glass from her lips, she smiled at the girl. “You Grace, it is alright. I will not bite you if you touch me.” How young and how naive. Glancing at the Princess, whose cheeks were aflame with embarrassment (how adorable!), Janelle decided to cut her some slack. “Princess Mallory, I hope I have not offended you! Yes, a young girl’s virtue is an especially wonderful gift. One each man should never take for granted. And I applaud you on your chaste behavior up until this point.”
Janelle’s left had held onto her wine glass as she reached out with her right for her companion’s hand. Gripping firmly, but not too hard, she looked into the Princess’s eyes the way she would with her baby sister, Soleil, whenever she was distressed. “Once again,” she continued, “I fear I am being much to casual with Her Majesty, but there is something you must know. Should you ever have any questions on anything at all, come to me. Or should you suddenly feel nerves about the wedding or anything at all, come talk to me. I’m always willing to listen and always willing to help.” Smiling at the younger girl, Janelle released her hand.
“My, I must really be frightening you! Such shrewd topics of conversation and we’ve only just officially met. I hope I haven’t dashed your opinion of me completely. I assure you, I’m not some wanton whore that sleeps with anything that has two legs. My mother wouldn’t have it, and what kind of example would that be for my sisters?” Janelle bit her bottom lip to cover the laugh she’s been holding back. Oh, the hypocrisy of it all! Technically, she had been telling the truth. Janelle did not sleep with anyone who came looking. She did have standards. Therefore as long as you fit those standards…
Looking at the Princess, Janelle felt she’d made the right decision not to be such a prude.
“If only mother could see me now.” -Lady Janelle Russell. (;
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Has the Emilie LaBeau of Enos role been chosen yet? I have suuuuch a good idea for a connection between her and Janelle (x
SOOO, if one of you happens to be RPing that account as well, MESSAGE ME. Don’t worry, I’ll keep your alter-ego safe (;
If not… whoever gets that character better see this post!!! I’ll hunt them down until they do…
Just kidding. But not really. Although I am. But am I really?!
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AHHHH, SUCH AN AWESOME IDEAAAAAAAA!!!!
That is all. ‘Kaythanksbyeee!
The Mind Behind Janelle; xoxox
Starter # 2 (open)
Leaning over the railing of a grand marble balcony, Janelle looked out into the night sky and took a drag from her cigarette. Slowly blowing out the smoke, she looked at its finely decorated holder. Quite beautiful really. Made from silver and embedded with many precious jewels, Janelle smirked. It was a gift from Prince Richard. She’s gotten it about a month or two after their encounters initially began. Sadly, she had to hide it from her mother, knowing the daft woman would probably die of a heart attack if she saw one of her daughters taking part in a “man’s hobby.” Rolling her eyes, Janelle took another long drag, holding it in for a while thoughts and dreams filled her mind.
Puckering her lips to form a small “o”, she blew out the smoke, and admired the beauty of the gardens down below. Even at this time of night they managed to hold their beauty. Probably the only thing in this castle that didn’t keep up appearances. The flowers down below stayed true to what they were, attaining their beauty for their own joy, not caring for the opinions of other. Janelle often thought she was the perfect symbolization for a flower. She spoke her mind freely, never hesitated to go after what she wanted, and was not afraid to flaunt her obvious beauty. Anything the others had to say about her was shot to hell. She couldn’t care less.
Feeling a chill pass through her, Janelle pulled her wrap closer around her night clothes. In truth, being out at this time of night was not exactly smiled upon. Should anyone manage to find her out here, that would only cause unnecessary trouble. “Though questioning them on why they are out this night of night would make for an intriguing turn of events…” she thought, giggling softly to herself. Janelle continued to smoke her cigarette, and looked up at the moon in longing.
