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| Maureen Hilton | Jun 18 2008, 08:34 AM Post #1 |
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Name: Maureen Hilton Age: 26 Celeb: Elizabeth Taylor Ethnicity: Caucasian Job: None Residence: The Hilton Residence Home to Edward and Maureen Hilton. It is a moderately large, two-storey house not overly lavishly decorated on the inside. Upon seeing the outside, white, shiny, planks and the beautiful garden surrounding it, one would've expected far more from the inner space. There are three bedrooms, two lavatories, two long hallways, a parlor, a living room, a dining room, a stock and a kitchen. The carpets are red on the polished floor. Curtains hanging over the walls match with the carpet, always kept in the best state. Weapons: One revolver; her husband owns two rifles and a gun of his own. Appearance: Maureen is one of those women that look a little bit older than their true age. Despite the fact she is 26, some people would give her about 30 years of age. This is due to her life and all the worries she has endured(and keeps enduring). Her upbringing having a lot to do with it, Maureen has a strict nutrition order she follows. She also takes care of her body as much as she can, with either corsets or exercise(doing as much work and taking as many walks as possible). Naturally, she wants to be beautiful for herself, but even more for her husband. His opinion is far more important to her than her own, and it is extremely valuable to her. Maureen's face is heart-shaped, with high cheekbones. it is decorated by two big, almond shaped light green eyes. Whenever she experiences strong emotion, they glint with passion. If one looks into her eyes, they will always know what feeling is within her heart. Her nose is longish and a bit wider at the end. Just below it are her cupid lips. With lipstick, they are rosebud, but naturally they are a tad pale. She keeps her eyebrows neatly shaped. This picture is framed by a veil of wavy, ebony hair. Maureen takes special pride in her hair, and likes to let it fall freely down her back whenever it is appropriate and possible. Maureen's skin is pale and smooth as thick cream. She does not spend much time in the sun, and whe she does, she carries a parasol, since it is not apt for a lady to have darker skin(by her upbringing). No blemish can be seen on her skin. It is also tight and not wrinkled, except for slight lines of worry on her forehead. Nearly nobody notices them, except for Maureen herself. Her figure is curvaceous, and she is far from being too thin. Yet she is slim. Her generous bosom leads to a thin waist, then wide hips, and legs. Long, slim and elegant, allowing her to move with perfect grace and charm, they are usually covered by dresses, even though she sometimes does want to show them, being quite proud of them. Of course, she knows what looks good on her and has style. She enjoys showing decolletage, but she also knows how to dress properly and for the occasion. Whenever there is a dance or a party, she has to look her best, fi not for herself, then again for Edward, her husband. Wide gowns are her favorite kinds of dresses, but she sometimes resorts to typical western dresses when she needs to do some work. Her favorite color combinations are black and white, red and white, and, of course, just red and black. She also like softer tones, like pink and green. Despite the fact she hardly needs it, she sometimes likes colors that make her look thinner. Personality: By nature, Maureen is a person candid and straightforward, always the one to tell you the way things are without holding back. When you ask her for an honest opinion, you are bound to get what you asked for and nothing else. No matter who you are, she won't attempt softening her words for you. Maureen's temper is fierce, just as her personality and her emotions in general, so she will find it extremely difficult to restrain herself in certain situations, even though they might call for it. That trait is especially emphasized when she is angered or extremely passionate about something. Of course, her parents had recognized that when she had been a mere child, very young, so they had managed to decrease it, or at least camouflage it decently. Not that her ferocity didn't bring along anything good; in difficult situations, she was always the one to step out, always the one to deal with things in a blink of an eye. It was also dangerous, her bravery and daring, proven by the amount of times it had gotten her into trouble. Marueen never feared of or ran from taking responsibility for her deeds and misdeeds. Sometimes, when situations called for it, she woud've even stood up for someone else. As a friend, she is loyal, but you could never cross the line with her. Maureen never let anyone use or abuse her. She never carried around a snobby or a snotty attitude, looking down at people because of irrelevant things. Those who would look down upon her, she would deal with efficently, by either ignoring them or striking back. Since early age, she'd been known for following blindly her emotions. She also could've been too trusting with ones she loved. Love...she often fell in love, and turned into a completely naive person(otherwise she stood on the ground firmly) then. Honor is something Maureen cares about, but not to an overly large extent. She would never put honor, words or promises in front of love, good, or even profit. However, even though she would not admit this openly, she is quick to scorn those who do so when it doesn't suit her. She is always ready to fight for what is hers and stand up to people no matter how powerful. You could call her a strong woman, far less submissive than a woman should be. Her attitude towards her son and her husband is completely different, though. For Edward, she would do aynthing, she turns into another person when in his presence, he has a magical power over her. Maureen also never hesistates to soften the truth for little Charles, solely not to hurt him or make him suffer. This she would admit to herself, but not to anyone else, even if some see it as if in plain sight. History: Maureen Annette Sherbourne was born to Jasper and Alexandria(Motte) Sherbourne, as their eldest child and only daughter. The Sherbournes were an upper class family, owners of a large plantation, the Triomphe, where Maureen had come into this world. The plantation was located in Virginia, the Southern side of it. Jasper Sherbourne had inherited it from his father, who'd inherited it from his father, and so it went back generations and generations of Sherbournes. The first of them to set foot upon American soil had been Julian Sherbourne, a refugee from Ireland. The Irish heritage had gradually worn off, but strong traits of it were still present within some of the family members. Alexandria Motte descended from a not as old French family that was very influental in the county nonetheless. She took great pride in her last name and her ancestors, who'd been in the French revolution, and had escaped death by coming to Virginia. Alexandria even considered herself to be of the higher society than most of the other, equally rich families. When time came for her to marry, both she and her mother(who shared the said opinion) were very careful to choose among the best only. Jasper Sherbourne, son of Terrence Sherbourne, the richest plantation owner in the county, was a worthy choice. Their marriage had never possessed love; only the caring they had grown to feel for each other due to the number of years they had spent together. They shared everything, they had no secrets before each other, Jasper consulted his wife when important decisions had to be brought, they ruled the Triomphe together, and Alexandria was constantly faithful. Jasper had paid a few visits to well-known brothels when he was in larger cities, like Richmond or Charleston. Alexandria had never found out about that, just as no one else. Both of them where very much satisfied with the choice they had made, and were the depicture of the perfect couple. Maureen had started off in that kind of a household; not one full of love, but one full of pretense of love. If there was one thing her family missed, it was true love. The Sherbournes were quite uptight, especially Alexandria, who had to do everyhting the 'profound French way'. Jasper's nature was different, but he liked pleasing his wife, and he let her handle the children, finding her better on that field than himself. Alexandria had hardly handled anything. She organized her time so she would spent two hours per day with little Maureen(a month after her birth). For the rest of the time, the child was to spend time with her governess, a black woman named Lucille. Maureen had grown closer to Lucille than to Alexandria. Her childhood had been carefree and easy. The most difficult hardship she'd endured during it had been the endless tutoring. Maureen had always been a curious child, but she was also incredibly attracted to the open spaces, free time, and games wilder than those 'young mademoiselles should've engaged in', as Alexandria had put it. The only activity they both liked was riding, but Maureen had been allowed to do that only when she was older than five. Previously, she'd tried, once even stealing a pony from her father's stables, but when Alexandria had caught her, she'd been furious and the girl had been forbidden to leave the house for an entire week. Gradually, with great difficulties and slowly, Mrs. Sherbourne had managed to turn her daughter into what she called a proper young lady. As she grew, her looks improved greatly and she blossomed into a young woman. However, even though they had managed to tame her, that was all she was ; a tamed beauty. Underneath her flawless demeanour, everybody could've easily seen the fiery one she was. Alexandria was utterly displeased by that, fearing that it might turn men away. It did exactly that; most of the gentlemen would've gladly taken her for fun, but not for a wife; they wished softer ladies for that. Maureen hardly minded that, but it had resulted in her mother separating from her even further. Her brother, Louis, was born when she was six years old, being welcomed into the family as Jasper's long-awaited heir. Alexiandria pretended she was pleased, but once again she was nothing but disappointed because of the lack of the perfect daughter she'd hoped for. Maureen and Louis grew very close as the boy grew, while their mother estranged from both of them, withdrawing to her quarters and to the wait for death. The fact that Jasper always had more time for business than for his children, and the fact that his trips to bigger cities had increased greatly since Alexandria's depressive mood had begun, brought the two siblings even closer. Thanks to Lucille, they had never blamed themselves for their mother's status, nor their father's lack of attention. When the Civil War began, Maureen was exactly one month away from her seventeenth birthday. Had her mother been well enough to be aware of it, she would've once again disappointed her, by taking an uncanny interest into the event, what had caused it, and what consequences it would bring to them and the Triomphe. Since Louis was too young to be of any help, and Alexandria to ill, Maureen helped her father manage the plantation, and she did so quite ably. That brought her a bit closer to Jasper, and with Alexandria 'out of the way', he finally began to appreciate both of his children. Maureen was good to the slaves, but also knew how to be strict, especially when her temper got a hold of her. Sometimes she would have even felt thankful for her nurturing, that had made it possible for her to control her rage more than just once. Experiencing some thankfulness for her mother, she’d begun to increase the amount of her visits to the aging woman. It was on her seventeenth birthday that she had met Edward Hilton, her future husband. Lieutenant Edward Hilton he’d been back then, a West Point graduate and in the Confederate Army. The Sherbournes had, as tradition asked for, made a party for the birthday of their eldest daughter, inviting people from all over the county. Edward’s battalion had been camping nearby, and they’d heard of it, so he and a few other young men decided to ‘crash the party’. People danced, talked, laughed and had fun in general. Maureen didn’t know when exactly had Edward noticed her, but she would always remember the first words he spoke to her, coming up from behind her suddenly while she was standing near the drinks table; “I heard that a Virginia belle was celebrating a birthday, and I just had to stop by to have one dance with her.” Maureen knew exactly what she was supposed to say, what her mother would've wanted her to say. However, her spiteful nature at its fullest, she spun around, with an eyebrow raised above her eye; "Only one?" He laughed, and before their first mazurka ended, they knew they had truly found each other. It hadn't stopped at one dance. The following day, Edward should have come to Jasper to ask for permission to court his daughter. However, he hadn't done anything of the sort. After letting her wait for him for the entire day, he threw rocks at her window in the middle of the night. She opened it, and he asked her to come down. For God knew what reasons, probably following her sense of adventure, she agreed, and he took her for a walk. The following night, the same thing happened, and so it had gone on for the entire month, only varying in the activities in which they had engaged during their 'time out'. Then, time came for his battalion to move from Virginia. Maureen had known how she felt about Edward for quite some time. He was a man made after her heart, giving her those secret meetings enveloped in a shroud of mystery, always doing something new and exciting with her, with both tender romance and steel courage in his eyes. Needless to say, his charming skills were very...well, charming. Breathtaking. However, her pride refused to let her mention anything to him first. He had to be the first to proclaim love. That was one part of 'the order of things' she didn't want nor try to change. As she waited, she did a lot of analyzing, imagining herself as Mrs. Edward Hilton. Only one word fit the description; perfect. Edward had no faults in her eyes. During one of their nights out, though, she had seen him drunk. They had been walking by the small river(more of a bank). She'd felt the smell of whiskey on him, and asked him about it, openly. He was about to answer her, when Stanley, Simon and Ronald(his friends from the battalion) appeared from the bushes. Maureen had been introduced to all of them, and she'd even had quite a few nigths around a campfire with all of them together(they hadn't done anything more improper than sitting on the floor), so she didn't really mind their presence. They joined their walk, and soon she had forgotten all about the whiskey. Five minutes later, Stanley had made a rather rude comment on her decolletage. He'd done that before, that was nothing new, and Maureen had gotten used to it, now solely reprimanding him with a cross look. Edward would have usually warned him, but that would've been it; they were friends after all, and Stanley knew full well when and how to stop. That time, however, he'd gone mad. Stopping dead in his tracks, he'd turned towards Stanley, staring at him angrily. Then, it had all happened in a blink of an eye; Edward began shouting, Stanley defending himself, and suddenly Edward was upon him, beating him as strongly as he could. Maureen and the other two tried their hardest to separate them, and when they did, Ronald and Simon said not a word, but carried off Stanley back to the camp. Maureen and Edward said not a word; he simply gave her a blank look, and she came closer, letting him hold her. Both of them knew what had been the cause to such erratic behavior, and they had both chosen to go over it as if it did not exist. Maureen also hadn't missed the complete lack of surprise from Simon and Ronald. None of that had touched her as a truly bad side, her blind trusting in love reflected that way, and none of it had prompted her to say 'no' when, the night preceding his departure, Edward proposed to her. And he'd done so in the most wonderful way. In the middle of the night, she'd been waiting for him, since he was late for their meeting(which was supposed to be their last one). Maureen had known it would also be his last chance to propose to her. If he didn't, than their relationship was doomed. She was afraid, even though she disliked admitting it. Him being late she considered an omen. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from outside; not their usual signal, though. It sounded more like...instruments? Rushing forth, she spread the curtains widely, coming out to her small balcony. Beneath it stood Edward, with a band of players, and as she came out, he began to sing, bringing tears to her astounded eyes; Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, sweet Maureen I want you to be my lady, oh, my darling, sweet Maureen In a valley, in Virginia, growing rice, oh, so fine, Dwelt a planter, fourty-niner, and his daughter, sweet Maureen Yes, I love her, how I love her, though her temper's not as fine All alone with us four soldiers, it's all right for my Maureen Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, sweet Maureen I want you to be my lady, oh, my darling, sweet Maureen Threw the rocks, at your window, every night just at one, I would hate for that to die, just because I had to run Then, he knelt, looking up at her and opening a small box; Ruby ring, upon your finger, I, oh, so want to shine, But, alas, if you say no, I'll drown the sorrow in some wine Oh, my darlin, oh my darling, oh, my darling, sweet Maureen, Say you want to be my lady, oh, my darling, sweet Maureen. It was her favorite melody, and she'd told him how she had alwas wished for a song to be written about her. They got married the morning before he left, with Jasper's approval, having their first wedding night before saying their vows. There was no happier woman in the world than Maureen Hilton. The rest of the war brought far less happiness. Maureen found out she was pregnant two months after Edward had left, a short time before the death of her mother. Alexandria had not even known she was about to become a Grandmother; which had probably been for the better, since she had not even approved of Edward enough to come down to witness the wedding. She had been nearly indifferent towards the matter, hardly even caring for what happened in the lives of her children or her husband. Still, she'd warned Maureen against marrying Edward Hilton. She'd said she had a bad premonition about that marriage. Naturally, Maureen hadn't listened. How could she have? Alexandria's death had brought sadness upon the Sherbournes, but also relief; she'd been a living dead in the house for more than ten years. Perhaps she had finally found her peace in death, if not in life. They buried her on the family graveyard, among all the other Sherbournes. Maureen had a distinct feeling she would have preferred the Mottes. Charles Hilton was born on March the 2nd, 1862, only two days before his father's first visit to his mother since they'd married. Edward had not yet been so changed by the war, and Maureen burst into tears when she saw the happines in his eyes as he looked upon his son. He resembled him a lot, save for his light green eyes; the same as those of Maureen. She had never wished for the war to end as that very moment, anxious to begin her new life with her new family. Edward's family also owned a plantation(in Georgia), and the young couple planned on moving there as soon as the fighting was over. That option soon turned into a necessity, when the Sherbournes' Triomphe was burned down by the advancing Northern troops in late 1863, around Christmas. Their situation had been bad for quite a long time, but without their plantation, their home, Maureen and Louis had nowhere to run. Jasper had died in the fire, shot by a Yankee officer in his foot for objecting loudly and trying to stop them from destroying what his family had created centuries ago. Maureen had had to watch him crawl towards the exit as a burning plank fell onto him, terminating his life. A new hatred, one that had been growing for a long time, erupted within her then. The bitter hatred that all wars brought along. She knew she had to find Edward; it was the only clear thing in her mind. That, and that she had to find food, drink and shelter for her son and her brother until she achieved her goal. But she'd last seen him a week ago, a few days before Christmas, and he'd told her he didn't know where he'd be heading next. Sadly, she recalled all the changes that had taken place within him; he had appeared more bitter, darker and easily provoked. The veil of pain that shrouded his eyes made her ache even in this heavy situation of her own. Desperate, Maureen did the only thing she could, not ready to give up and stay in Virginia, where she had nothing(her Motte Grandparents had lost their plantation a long time ago)-she began the long journey to Georgia. It had taken a lot of time, effort, and plenty of things had been lost, including Maureen's honor, for many times. More than just a few times, they had been faced with starvation, and the passing caravans would never have agreed to help them, had Maureen not ordered Louis to watch over Charles and slept with the man in charge. The outlaws would've taken all they had and killed them, had Maureen not seduced them and offered to please them in any way they wanted her to. Louis had seen what was going on at one point, and gone livid, ready to fight for his sister's honor. He would've, had she not stopped him sharply, asking him whether he wanted to get the three of them to Georgia alive. Whether he wanted for her and Charles to get there alive. It took a lot of persuasion, but in the end, he listened to her, unwillingly. They came to Georgia in 1865, only to find out the war had ended. Maureen had not lost all hope, in spite of all she had endured. She still hoped Edward was somewhere out there, alive, looking for her. She kept telling Charles he was going to find them. Asking around, slowly, within a month she managed to find the Hilton plantation. It wasn't burned down, it still stood, but in a terrible state. The slaves that had survived informed her that Mr. and Mrs. Hilton had died of famine a few months ago. When she told them who she was, they allowed them to stay. Unfortunately, they had last heard of Edward the same time as herself. After three long months, Edward returned. There were no words fit to describe how happy she was, how blissful, when she stepped onto the porch only to see him coming up the road, towards her. It had taken quite a while for her to make herself believe she wasn't dreaming. They laughed, cried, kissed, Edward was overjoyed with little Charles and how he'd grown, Charles even recognized him. Things were beginning to look up. In 1864, Edward had received a medal for extreme bravery and valor, making him a war hero. He had also managed to reach a Colonel's rank. Maureen still detected the same bitterness within him as in 1863, but let it pass, hoping it would pass. Whenever she would ask him about it, he'd just shrug it off. During the same battle that had 'made him famous', to say so, Edward had received a shot through the head. Luckily, it hadn't been lethal, but Maureen knew very well how much pain the wound would cause him, just as that it sometimes kept him awake at night, even though he'd never have admitted such a thing. Edward began to drink more and more often. Maureen knew there was more to it than just the wound. He had drunk before, but never as excessively. Once, she tried to stop him, when she saw he'd had too much whiskey. It was then when he'd hit her for the first time. Petrified, all she did was stare at him, wide-eyed. Had it been anyone else, she would've stroke back, but she loved him too much. The following morning, he couldn't have stopped apologizing, he kissed her, hugged her, told her how it was never going to happen again...but it did. Again, and again, and again, until, in the end, he stopped apologizing at all. He'd just give her one look, and it would be enough. Maureen didn't know if Charles was aware of anything. She hoped he wasn't, every time he'd ask she'd tell him everything was in perfect order, yet she had this premonition the child knew something more. Edward didn't exactly keep his voice down when intoxicated. Their finances were not exactly in the shiniest position. Maureen took care of them for most of the time, since Edward was hardly in the state to do so, but she could've done nothing to prevent him from using them to buy more and more drink. Expenses were slowly building up, and it was only a matter of time until it was all going to blow into their faces. Exactly as it did. Edward had gotten into an argument over some money he claimed he'd leant to the owner of the neighbouring plantation, Brody O'Brien. He must've had quite a bit to drink previously, because it had eneded up in O'Brien's dead body lying before him. Maureen had come out of the house just to be welcomed by such a sight. Edward looked bewildered, not knowing what to do next. She knew she was presented with a choice. She could either turn her own husband in to the authorities, going on with her life without him, or help him run. Maureen hadn't given it much thought; she knew what she was going to do in a blink of an eye. Her love for Edward was stronger than anything, more important than the law or her reputation. Together, they threw the body into a nearby river, scraping the blood off the porch. They also knew it wasn't enough; they had to flee. Hurriedly packing their things, Maureen scarcely having the time to write up a note for Louis, the Hiltons managed to get hold of a carriage and headed westward. On the way there, Maureen had accessed some of the bank accounts of her family, pulling all the wires she possibly could have. Edward did the same, so when they came to Juarezville, they had enough to afford a decent, middle-class life. In spite of her yearning, Edward hadn't been changed by the experience; only for a very brief amount of time. Soon, it began all over again. Charles grew, and Maureen tried her hardest to hide what was going on from him and from the other inhabitants of the town. They had accepted the Hiltons, at least partially, at least some of them, but she still had a feeling they were talking behind their backs...that they weren't blind and deaf and that they saw what was happening in their household. In spite of all, Maureen remains loyal and faithful to Edward, never regretting that she'd married him. People may say what they want, they may say she doesn't have much of a life with him...but without him, there would've been no life. She is proud to be his wife, and holds her head up high when passing through Juarezville. Maureen still has hopes that one day, Edward will change. The only thing she is worried about is their son, and how his life shall look a few years into the future. Weaknesses: -She is overly loyal and submissive to her husband; there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for him-she endures emotional and sometimes even physical pain because of that -She is impulsive by nature -She tends to engage in activities inappropriate for ladies sometimes; this doesn't go as far as wearing trousers around Juarezville, that never, for she cares about her reputation, but she would, e.g, burst into the town hall during the meeting and request something be done -She is extremely subjective in behaviour when it comes to her loved ones; even though she knew Edward was guilty, she'd helped him get around the law. Had he been killed, she would've personally sought out his murderer and had him hanged -She is stubborn and overly proud; not when it comes to her husband, though Strengths: -She is enduring; she can take on many burdens without complaining if needed -Intelligent and educated; she can understand plenty of things, and she had been capable of taking care of herself on more than one occasion -She knows how to stand up for herself and her family -She is not afraid to take things the way they are -She is determined |
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