An heiress fallen from grace
Age: 20 / Ethnicity: French / Gender: F / DOB: Feb. 13
East of the ocean, more inland than the bustling city of Foxglove, there lies a dense wooded forest. There, the houses tend to be more decorated, the grasses greener and the flowers more fragrant. Here lives Annie Chevalier. Born to French noblemen, she was raised to be the cream of the crop-- Raising a pinkie while lifting a teacup, learning to sew a straight stitch, standing poised even when no one's watching. She exceled as a seamstress at an early age, creating dolls of lace and frills. It would be an understatement to say she flourished as the perfect heiress to the Chevalier name.But good things never last in Foxglove Town. On the drive home from a banquet, Annie's parents were assassinated, Annie being the only one to escape the car alive-- albiet with broken glass lodged into her left eye. It made the news in a flash. No one knows why they were assassinated in the first place. We can only wonder.Annie frequents the same aristocrat gatherings as always, but with a bandage obscuring her wound and a certain darkness in her voice. She lives alone in her late parent's mansion, having fired all the staff and maids. Visitors of her home recall experiencing bad luck and sudden pains, along with her strange affinity for... dolls.