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Ethel Elizabeth Shaw
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Ethel comes off as very elegant and well-spoken. She has perfect manners for the right times, and knows how to act like a lady. When she is by herself, or there are times when she doesn't need to act elegant she knows how to have fun. Ethel is a very independent and feisty girl. Don't let the dress and the long silky hair fool you, she is tough and can hold her own. This side of her usually gets her in trouble though. Especially by her parents who don't agree with her rougher side. Ethel is pretty giggly, but she has the brains as well as the beauty. Plus, she has a lot of determination when she puts her full heart into something. Ethel is very cunning and can bluff and trick people pretty well. People shouldn't dare underestimate her.

Ethel is the youngest child, and has two older sisters who are already wedded and already bared children. She is much different from them, and tends to stay away from them. Ethel's parents are trying to arrange a marriage for her, but she disagrees with their decision.

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Brock Clinton Tompkins

[size=7pt] Chemistry. Brock's least favorite class. All because of the stupid Ms. Chapel. That lady drove him crazy, always getting after him because he talked to much. She practically gave him a lecture every single day of class. There was no escaping her annoying tone of disappointment, and the same speech about how he is only hurting himself. Brock's grades weren't even that bad. So what if he got a B-, as long as he could play football his college was set. His coach was always bragging about how Brock would have a choice to have a free ride to any college in the state, whether that was true or not he made it sound pretty convincing. Brock was doing his usual texting during class, and as usual he got scolded and his phone was taken away. He was used to the normal routine of how Ms. Chapel would always try and make him feel guilty, although it never worked. Brock didn't feel guilty about much.

Brock could break a heart without a blink, and somehow his conscious remained guilt free. He had done the same routine to numerous girls. Always just using them to get what he wanted, and then throwing them out like a broken Barbie doll. He blamed the girls for being stupid enough to trust him. It's there own fault for being so vulnerable, for getting lost in his smooth charm. Or maybe it was his smile, or his trusting eyes that were actually full of deceit. Brock was cocky enough to know that to most girls he was irresistible. If it wasn't his good looks, it was definitely the way he carried himself. He always so sure of himself, and held a confidence that could never be broken. Brock could say anything to impress a girl, and could practically talk himself out of any mess or get any girl to do what he wanted. No girl was off limits to him, if he wanted a girl she was his. No matter what. That's how he treated a lot of things in his life, something he promised himself when he was younger.

Brock's attention span was wearing thin. It was becoming harder and harder to not fall asleep in this dreadful chemistry class. He had nothing to do since his phone was taken away. Brock was sure he was going to fall asleep or die of boredom, until a small knock was placed on the door. In the new girl walked. His eyes set directly on her. This was the first time Brock had ever found chemistry class interesting. He watched her closely as she slipped into a sit right next to him. A smirk slid onto his face. She was different then other girls, but he liked it. It was then that he made the decision that she would be his next victim.

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[size=7pt]Anger. That was all Ethel felt as ladies poked and prodded her hair, as well as glossed her lips and placed blush on her cheeks. On the inside Ethel was boiling mad, on the outside she looked perfectly happy and had a large fake smile plastered on her face as the ladies complimented how perfect her skin tone was. She swore she had said 'thank you' at least fifteen times. Once the ladies were finished with her hair and makeup, they moved to Ethel's least favorite part. This was putting on her corset and dress. Ethel stood up and got in a position where she could keep her balanced. The girls strapped the corset around her and started to tighten. Ethel sucked in a large breath as her already skinny frame became even tinier. The pain was annoying, and it was always hard to breath. Although, you would never be able to tell that Ethel was in pain. She truly was a perfect beauty, and she knew how to hide her true feelings on the inside. That was one thing a perfect lady needed to know how to do. Along with a lot of other boring things. Ethel was relieved when she was finally all ready, although she was not looking forward to another ball. She knew she had to suck it up though, especially since her parents had lectured her to be on her absolute best behavior. They planned on finding her a husband tonight, which Ethel dreaded greatly. [/size]

[size=7pt]Ethel peered out of her carriage, she had finally arrived. The place was like the usual large castles she visited. Beautiful landscaping, and enchanting towers as far up as you can look. Gracefully, she exited the carriage with the help of her butler who steered the horses puling the carriage. "Thank you, Edmund." She said quietly and gave him a small bow. She then made her elegant walk towards the front doors as she always did. The same boring routine. Ethel made sure to remember her posture, and the tone and volume of her voice when she spoke. Ethel also remembered not to show to much eye contact with the men, and to not talk unless spoken too. So many rules and things to remember. [/size]

[size=7pt]Ethel looked up at the man in front of her. She gave a sweet smile and then started her reply. "Ethel. Ethel Shaw." She said in an angelic tone, her words perfectly clear. She kept her eyes set on his longer then she was suppose to remain contact with a man. She caught her mistake and quickly adjusted her gaze to the ball around her. The normal amount of people were dancing, like always. She watched as some of the better dancers were doing fancy turns and graceful dips. [/size]