Kaalee

Endeavour Records (Always Open)

When Adalaide was six years old she used to sit in her grandmother's living room and pluck out melodies on her old beat up, upright piano that was always just a bit out of tune. She couldn't read sheet music yet, nor did she know about chords or melodies or anything actually related to playing a piano. She did learn how to play Mary Had a Little Lamb by herself and her grandmother taught her chopsticks and she thought that was the best thing in the world.

When she was 13 years old, she'd sit on the corner of the street with her little lap keyboard that she bought for 15 dollars and a peek down her shirt from Freddy down the street. She learned a few more melodies and sang along to get people to put money in the glass jar she sat in front of her. On a good day, she could make enough food so they could eat for a few more days, and maybe put some money away for new shoes that she desperately needed but likely would never get.

When she was 17, she would sit in a recording studio with her mom, helping flesh out new songs for people who would never remember their names. Credits on songs that would be popular for one summer before everyone moved onto something bigger and better. It would be there that she recorded her first song, someone else's fingers on the piano and her voice edited until it was unrecognizable to her ears. Her manager assured her that's just how it worked. She was lured away by the 0's in her bank account.

When she was 23...she couldn't remember that year. Or the year after that one. They say she spent her fortune on drugs and parties and then more drugs. Her mother died, and then her brother. She didn't remember that either.

At 29 Adalaide stood near a piano in some twisted corner of Endeavor Records. Somewhere that would give her a modicum of privacy before the rest of the artists filtered in. Adalaide wouldn't sing again, not for people, not for awhile. The music was still a part of her though, it was still something that ran through her blood and spilled out of her mouth and through the pads of her fingers. She suspected that would never go away, no matter what she did.

Adalaide took a few steps towards the piano, her heels clicking a broken staccato on the ground as she hesitated. It was a beautiful piano, a grand piano with real ivories. Adalaide wasn't sure why it was here, it had to be worth a pretty penny. Adalaide shouldn't touch it, she who seemed to take everything beautiful around her and mangle it into something unrecognizable. She did anyways, sitting down on the bench and resting her fingers lightly on the keys. The first chord that came out of the piano in G minor, and then she kept playing. Adalaide played until the words should be coming out of her mouth. Words that she knew, but that she couldn't wrap her tongue around. Not yet, maybe not ever. She pulled her fingers away from the keys, resisting the urge to try again. She closed the cover on the keys and stood up. Her phone pinged quietly from the corner of the room where she had dropped her purse. Adalaide sighed, turning away from the piano and to the rest of her life. She quieted the phone and dug the pill bottle out of her purse. She took the single pill, and tried not to wish it was something a little more interesting than an antidepressant.

Adalaide left the room as she had found it, the light turned off and the door only open a sliver. She made her way back towards the central part of the studio, and she heard the light strumming of a guitar. She followed her ears, before finding herself leaning against the door jam watching Mitch. She closed her eyes, before the guitar faded into nothing. Adalaide took a deep breath, smiling at Mitch if he turned around to face her.

"Are you ready?" Adalaide asked him, poking her head out to see if anyone was heading this way yet. She could hear the sounds of people entering the studio, milling about and exploring. She ignored every impulse to bolt and pasted a smile on her face for anyone who came across her path. It was a new era, and she was ready for it.

Endeavour Records (Always Open)

I'll endeavor (ha) to have mine up today, but I am still on vacation. I have about another hour and a half with the computer and after that it'll be tomorrow night at the earliest before I'm able to reply.

Endeavour Records (Always Open)

Same here

The Original Order of the Phoenix- A Harry Potter RP

Marlene was always someone I liked, I'll put in my interest in her if you don't mind.

Endeavour Records (Always Open)

Adalaide Moore

║ Name ║
Adalaide "Raven" Moore

║ Birthday & Age ║
June 17th 1988, 29 years old

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║
Female and she's not picky

║ Occupation ║
Bartender/Whatever you need at the studio

║ Appearance ║


Adalaide stands at 5'8, weighing in at about 135 pounds. Her natural hair color is brown although she does have some dark red highlights in at the moment. She usually keeps her hair brown, since she refuses to bleach it and that's the only way you'd see any real color in it. Her ears are pierced and so is her belly button but those are the only things that are pierced.

Adalaide has many tattoos, she has a half sleeve on her right arm with random aspects of her favorite paintings, and flowers lower on the same arm, on her right arm she has a humming bird in the shape of a semi-colon with the quote "She is a soldier in the war against herself" on her right leg she has an anchor and a sun, on her left leg she has a mermaid. On her collar she has the heart with the twin guns and more flowers. On her left shoulder she has the scene on the Moon of Endor from Star Wars in the shape of R2-D2, and on her right shoulder she has a butterfly with the symbol of life in the center. On her left side she has more roses and on her right she has another bird this time carrying some keys on a chain. Her final tattoo is a turtle right at the small of her back.

Her general style would best be described as casual, usually consisting of t-shirts and shorts in the summer and hoodies and jeans in the fall. Even when she's bartending, she will wear a nice top with some jeans or if it's a popular artist playing on the stage that night she'll wear merch if she has it. Converse are her favorites but she also has a deep appreciation for knee high boots. She's not afraid of her makeup but she doesn't look like a paint pallet when she's done.

║ Personality ║
She's sweet, it's the first thing anyone who meets her thinks. She's a sweet girl who always goes out of her way to help those in need. Which is true, to an extent. She's definitely sweet to anyone who she barely knows or is her friend, but to her best friends she's kind of a bitch in a way that only best friends can be and to anyone who tries to mess with her friends, she's their worst enemy.

She's definitely a nerd, and somewhat of an introvert but you'd never guess it with how she interacts with people. She will sometimes spend days locked up in her apartment, letting no one in and then she'll come out and act like nothing happened. She's got some anxiety, and if she's not wearing fake nails her nails are always bitten down to the finger.

║ My Dreams ║
Mostly she just wants to keep herself together, but secretly she does want to get back to music making.

║ Autobiography ║

Adalaide was born a twin to a single mother living in the streets of Los Angeles. She and her brother grew up in and out of foster care until their mother got signed at a label in Nashville as a songwriter. Adalaide spent most of her teen years in the studio with her mother, learning from her and some of the artists her mother worked with. Throughout that she was an extremely dedicated student, graduating high school with a 4.0, however she turned down a full ride scholarship to Duke in favor of signing with the same studio her mother worked at. She quickly rose up as Nashville's wild child, but she made millions for that label. Her mother passed away when she was 21 and her brother had gone to serve in Iraq and was declared missing, presumed dead, two years later. Adalaide broke from the label in Nashville and moved to California, and that's where everything went wrong.

In California, she was even more out of check than before. Without her mother or her brother, Adalaide quickly spiraled out of control. She thought she was on top of the world, she was the life of every party. In reality Adalaide would black out for days at a time, whatever time she spent in the studio was almost worthless, and anything that was usable had to be heavily edited to get albums out. Adalaide couldn't tour, couldn't do anything in the public without making an absolute mess of herself. None of this was helped by the abuse she suffered at the hands of her producer in all aspects. He stole billions from her, got her hooked on hard drugs, and basically ruined her. Eventually she got arrested, and forced to go to rehab. Once she was sober she realized exactly how far she had fallen, and the hole she was in.

Once she was out of jail and rehab, Adalaide tried to break from her record label but she was still contracted for two more albums. So she tried to sue, she brought everything to light but they only turned the media attention back on her. She did get some of her money back, but they refused to release her from the label. She was a nervous wreck, before she got an offer from an old friend. Mitchell Morgan was someone who she knew before she completely spiraled out of control and she had been good friends with all the members of the band before she went psycho. He offered to help her buy out her contract, if she signed with his new label. He assured her she didn't have to make any music if she didn't want to. He just wanted her help around the studio, and so she agreed, and also started as a bartender at the bar.

║ Reputation ║
She's basically blacklisted from the industry at the moment. She still has her fair share of a fan base though, and royalties are still coming in, so if she wanted to return to music it's feasible that she could.

║ Extra information ║

Endeavour Records (Always Open)

║ Name ║
Adalaide "Raven" Moore

║ Birthday & Age ║
June 17th 1988, 29 years old

║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║
Female and she's not picky

║ Occupation ║
Bartender/Whatever you need at the studio

║ Appearance ║


Adalaide stands at 5'8, weighing in at about 135 pounds. Her natural hair color is brown although she does have some dark red highlights in at the moment. She usually keeps her hair brown, since she refuses to bleach it and that's the only way you'd see any real color in it. Her ears are pierced and so is her belly button but those are the only things that are pierced.

Adalaide has many tattoos, she has a half sleeve on her right arm with random aspects of her favorite paintings, and flowers lower on the same arm, on her right arm she has a humming bird in the shape of a semi-colon with the quote "She is a soldier in the war against herself" on her right leg she has an anchor and a sun, on her left leg she has a mermaid. On her collar she has the heart with the twin guns and more flowers. On her left shoulder she has the scene on the Moon of Endor from Star Wars in the shape of R2-D2, and on her right shoulder she has a butterfly with the symbol of life in the center. On her left side she has more roses and on her right she has another bird this time carrying some keys on a chain. Her final tattoo is a turtle right at the small of her back.

Her general style would best be described as casual, usually consisting of t-shirts and shorts in the summer and hoodies and jeans in the fall. Even when she's bartending, she will wear a nice top with some jeans or if it's a popular artist playing on the stage that night she'll wear merch if she has it. Converse are her favorites but she also has a deep appreciation for knee high boots. She's not afraid of her makeup but she doesn't look like a paint pallet when she's done.

║ Personality ║
She's sweet, it's the first thing anyone who meets her thinks. She's a sweet girl who always goes out of her way to help those in need. Which is true, to an extent. She's definitely sweet to anyone who she barely knows or is her friend, but to her best friends she's kind of a bitch in a way that only best friends can be and to anyone who tries to mess with her friends, she's their worst enemy.

She's definitely a nerd, and somewhat of an introvert but you'd never guess it with how she interacts with people. She will sometimes spend days locked up in her apartment, letting no one in and then she'll come out and act like nothing happened. She's got some anxiety, and if she's not wearing fake nails her nails are always bitten down to the finger.

║ My Dreams ║
Mostly she just wants to keep herself together, but secretly she does want to get back to music making.

║ Autobiography ║

Adalaide was born a twin to a single mother living in the streets of Los Angeles. She and her brother grew up in and out of foster care until their mother got signed at a label in Nashville as a songwriter. Adalaide spent most of her teen years in the studio with her mother, learning from her and some of the artists her mother worked with. Throughout that she was an extremely dedicated student, graduating high school with a 4.0, however she turned down a full ride scholarship to Duke in favor of signing with the same studio her mother worked at. She quickly rose up as Nashville's wild child, but she made millions for that label. Her mother passed away when she was 21 and her brother had gone to serve in Iraq and was declared missing, presumed dead, two years later. Adalaide broke from the label in Nashville and moved to California, and that's where everything went wrong.

In California, she was even more out of check than before. Without her mother or her brother, Adalaide quickly spiraled out of control. She thought she was on top of the world, she was the life of every party. In reality Adalaide would black out for days at a time, whatever time she spent in the studio was almost worthless, and anything that was usable had to be heavily edited to get albums out. Adalaide couldn't tour, couldn't do anything in the public without making an absolute mess of herself. None of this was helped by the abuse she suffered at the hands of her producer in all aspects. He stole billions from her, got her hooked on hard drugs, and basically ruined her. Eventually she got arrested, and forced to go to rehab. Once she was sober she realized exactly how far she had fallen, and the hole she was in.

Once she was out of jail and rehab, Adalaide tried to break from her record label but she was still contracted for two more albums. So she tried to sue, she brought everything to light but they only turned the media attention back on her. She did get some of her money back, but they refused to release her from the label. She was a nervous wreck, before she got an offer from an old friend. Mitchell Morgan was someone who she knew before she completely spiraled out of control and she had been good friends with all the members of the band before she went psycho. He offered to help her buy out her contract, if she signed with his new label. He assured her she didn't have to make any music if she didn't want to. He just wanted her help around the studio, and so she agreed, and also started as a bartender at the bar.

║ Reputation ║
She's basically blacklisted from the industry at the moment. She still has her fair share of a fan base though, and royalties are still coming in, so if she wanted to return to music it's feasible that she could.

║ Extra information ║

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

@DegenerateThree

“Ah I’m sure you sell yourself short, if the citizens of your march model you, it would be a lovely visit, regardless of the landscape.” Cassiopeia countered his harsh description of his land. Her duchy wasn’t the prettiest, since it shared a similar landscape in the north except for the southeastern corner.

“Thank you.” Cassiopeia took the tart deftly from his hand, trying not to squish it as she did. She didn’t know the name of these, but they were quite delicious. She popped it into her mouth, washing it down with another sip of her wine. The combination, however, wasn’t the best and she did her best to contain her wince at the taste.

“I understand, I’m here for roughly the same reason. Although I’ll admit, I’m not here to look for a match. More so to create new alliances.” Cassiopeia said, taking her attention off of his face and towards the ballroom. It was slowly filling up with nobles from all different corners of the world. Cassiopeia did know who Vesa was, in the most abstract of ways. She didn’t care, in fact his story had sparked the most ludicrous of ideas, if she didn’t find a husband at the end of this season.

Cassiopeia returned her attention to Vesa, before seeing something next to him.
“Ah, speaking of your fish.” Cassiopeia smiled as she grabbed two of them. They were breaded and seasoned cut into small pieces. Normally Cassi has these as a main course with some dip but this would do just fine. She handed one to him as she ate the other, it had just a little bit of heat to get rid of the previous combination she had eaten.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

@DegenerateThree

“I believe it is from our southern neighbors of Curiour. A good vintage, of course I expect nothing less. We have to make a good impression after all.” Cassi replied, taking another sip, noticing with dismay that her glass was almost empty. Getting drunk tonight would not do, and so this was her only glass she’d be drinking tonight. When he asked about her knowledge of Burlia she smiled brightly at him.

“My duchy shares a border with your country, and I do business with your capitol as well, although I can’t say I’ve personally been that far north. I’ve been meaning to make the journey but another emergency always seems to happen just as I’ve found the time.” Cassiopeia was rambling, just a bit. Interacting with strangers is something she hasn’t done in a long while, and it was an art that needed to be practiced just like any other.

“Regardless of that, basic knowledge of all countries’ etiquette should be practiced, you never know when it could be needed. I’m also quite adept at sounding at sounding like an expert about things I know very little about. I hope you’ll forgive me.” Cassiopeia admitted, a slight blush painting on her cheeks. It wasn’t that she thought she was wrong in what she said, however she also wasn’t certain when she said it. His words confirmed what she thought she knew though, and it made her feel better.

“If you don’t mind my asking, it’s rare we see a Burlian noble at Court, let alone someone who I’m sure is as busy as you.” Cassiopeia deflected the attention back to him, curious to know the answer. Her business was mostly with the southern part of the country, and any dealing with the Capitol she met them halfway if she met them personally at all, so her knowledge of the northern, especially the northwestern, part of the country was sparse. She set her glass on a passing server’s tray, grabbing another one, already breaking her rule of one glass per night, but she was more out of element than she thought and another glass wouldn’t kill anyone.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

Cassiopeia moved a slight step back to move out of the man’s way. She glanced quickly over him and deduced he was from Burlia, which she thought was curious. The last time she had been at court there had been a baron from Burlia but she was quick to learn how rare that was. So far she was two for two with Burlian nobles, how serendipitous.
Then a guard was trying to remove him from the party, stating that the man wasn’t a noble but in fact a guard judged solely on how the man was dressed. Cassi was silent through most of the interaction until the man, Vesa, looked at her for help.

“I didn’t know that the palace guards were trained in all the noble fashion from the different kingdoms.” Cassi spoke up, raising an eyebrow who turned his attention to the duchess, attempting to make a rebuttal. She glared at him and any words he would have spoken died in at his lips before she continued her little tirade.

“Obviously whoever trained you was terrible at teaching or perhaps you were just a terrible student. While this isn’t the height of Burlian fashion, considering it’s raining so hard outside it’s soaking through people’s outer coats, the choice to wear something slightly more durable is a smart choice. Furthermore, do you doubt in the rest of the guard so much you thought you’d take it into your own hands? There are guards posted at every door into this room, correct? Double checking that they are in fact an invited member of the Gentry and not someone who just decided to waltz right in? Furthermore have you seen a Burlian guard without a Burlian noble in attendance? It happens very, very irregularly. They are very loyal to their country, a noble trait indeed. And since there are no other Burlians in attendance so far we must be able to deduce that this man is in fact a Burlian noble.” Cassiopeia asked him with a raised eyebrow as she took a sip of her drink, waiting for his response. He immediately took his hand off of Vesa and stumbled a few steps back.

“Of course, Your Grace. My apologies My Lord.” He said hastily before running off. Cassiopeia couldn’t help but laugh quietly into her cup before returning her attention to the Burlian lord.

“I do apologize for that, Lord Kaivarri, and I will do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’m Cassiopeia du Fey, duchess of Ashyonberry. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Cassiopeia smiled brightly at Vesa, hoping he didn’t storm off indignantly.

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

Cassiopeia was not happy, in fact one could even describe her as enraged. She was gazing at the man in front of her in a way that to the rest of the world would looked mildly annoyed but she was, in fact, seeing red as she reminded herself that she looked much better with her head attached to her shoulders.
“You come into my home, terrorize my staff, and attempt to bully and blackmail me into a marriage that would ruin not only myself, but also all the people who’s livelihood depends on me and you proclaim it is in the name of love? Do I look the part of an idiot Uncle?” Cassiopeia raised an eyebrow at the man who she had despised most of her life. He was her relation in law only, but he had tried to insinuate himself in her life like she wasn’t his better. He was a baron, only to save Cassi’s aunt the embarrassment of marrying someone of common blood. Not that Cassi had any issue with his status but he was vile, the low of the low. He only proved this as he tried to blackmail her into a marriage with one of his business acquaintances. Her aunt claimed he has good qualities. Cassi claimed his only good quality was his acting.
“Cassiopeia, you are 20 years old, high past time you got married at your status. You cannot presume to think you can run the duchy by yourself!” Her uncle probably would have kept ranting if Cassi hadn’t held up a hand to stop him. He was red in the face as she poured herself a cup of tea, as it was finally cool enough to drink. He didn’t dare interrupt her though, and she took her time, mixing in sugar and bringing it to her lips, savoring the taste and relishing her uncle’s impatience with her. Finally she set the cup in the saucer with a gentle clink and deigned to respond to him.
“I am more than equipped to run the duchy and I do not need you or your sycophants trying to tell me how. I have no need for a husband, Uncle. I have no need for money or land, and I have two wonderful heirs in the form of your beautiful children. If I should marry it shall be for love, and that’s all I shall say on the matter. If you continue with these games Uncle, it would be a shame if I should call upon those debts you owe me. I hear that the food at the debtors prison is atrocious. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go find Mother, as we have other matters to attend to.” Cassi didn’t wait for an answer. Instead she stood and walked out of the parlor deeper into the house. Once she was sure she was quite alone, she screamed into her hands, resisting the urge to break something. She understood that she was not a male, and that she would always be treated as less but the amount of patriarchal bullshit that she is fed on a daily basis, was nigh on ridiculous.
Cassiopeia took a deep breath to compose herself before she did what she told her uncle she was going to do and found her mother.

Her mother was in fact, checking the last of her preparations for her trip to the capital. Half of her possessions were already packed in the carriage, but her mother was never one to let lie.
“Mother, I have more than I could possibly need. We haven’t forgotten anything and even if we had, the capital is less than a days ride away. I can send for anything I could possibly need.” Cassi reassured her mother who sighed at her daughter, but chose not to start a fight about it.
“I’m assuming your Uncle has been sent on his way?” Cecilia, Cassi’s mother, asked her and Cassi nodded, as she escorted her mother to the informal dining room.
“Yes, and hopefully he should stay away this time. If he does not, you must write to me immediately mother, and send it with our fastest horse. I will not have him harassing you while I’m indisposed at the Capital.” Cassi instructed her mother, as dinner was served to them. Her mother redirected the conversation but Cassi’s mood remained troubled all evening.

Cassi has arrived to the capital the day before the introduction ball, since she was quite close to the royal family and wanted some time around the castle before things got too crazy. She had taken the morning to socialize and the afternoon to get ready. She was a representative of her country, whether she was here for marriage or not. This was all derailed by her lady’s maid telling Cassi that she was pregnant.
“You’re...pregnant. I see.” Cassi said, her mind whirling a million miles an hour. She couldn’t keep her here, but she needed a lady’s maid. She also didn’t have the time to train a whole new lady’s maid. It was...an inconvenience. She of course didn’t let it show on her face, the girl already looked like she was about to pass out.
“I’ll need to keep you around for a few more days, if that’s okay. Does the father know?” Cassi asked her and Katherine shook her head.
“I only realized this morning ma’am.” Katherine told her and Cassi nodded slowly.
“Well I’ll need your help finding a new lady’s maid. Snoop around some of the palace staff, see if you can find any rough gems, otherwise I’ll send for one from a finishing school. I want you to turn over all my washing to the palace staff and I’d like you to move into my solar.” Cassi told her. It wasn’t uncommon for lady’s maid’s to sleep in the suite, but then Cassi had always been curiously independent, but this girl had been her maid since she was 13 years old, and she owed her everything.
“It wouldn’t be a problem for me to stay where I am m’lady.” Katherine protested but Cassi shook her head.
“I don’t want to take any chances, you are precious to me Katherine and I want you taken care off.” Cassi told the girl who smiled gratefully at her mistress, knowing it would be difficult to persuade her otherwise.
“Oh dear, I need to go down to the ball, I’m late.” Cassi took one last look at her face and hair, making sure everything was perfect.

Cassi entered the ballroom from a side entrance, relatively unnoticed. She observed the participants, it was still relatively quiet, and the dancing hadn’t started yet, although it would soon even if Cassi had to start it herself. She grabbed a drink, and started slowly sipping it as she took a few moments to herself, simply watching the room as everyone discovered each other.