Post by Shaden Aramoire on Dec 31, 2009 18:54:46 GMT -5
Chloestrain MacGregor
Name given at birth: Chloestrain MacGregor
Nickname: Chloe
Birth Mother: Francis MacGregor
Birth Father: Arkam MacGregor
Martial Status: Married to Searc MacGregor
Years on earth: 24
Birth Place: Struan, Isle of Skye
Children/ Offspring: Son: Robinson Rait MacGregor
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 109
Eye Color- Mossy Green
Hair Color- Dark Brown
Markings- none
Occupation/Class: Lady of the Clan MacGregor and Mother to the MacGregor Tanist, Shipping and Trade Magnate.
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Not a season later nor many miles away, on a cold January evening, Francis MacGregor gave birth to twin girls would be her husband’s worst nightmare… six daughters and no sons. Ackam raged at the foot of her bed... To God, to the Heavens, and her very own womb, why he was denied an heir…? The man left the bedroom without even a glance at the dark-haired girls with the blue catlike eyes. Their mother bawled her eyes out that night, wishing her body would have produced the male heir Ackam MacGregor had wanted so badly. He had told her this was her last chance... Did he mean it...? Certainly not...? He would not set her aside for a second younger wife... Not after all these years..? Would he…?
It was with some amount of clarity that she named the twins the next morning, both after his Grandmother’s family names, that would hopefully make his temper fade and his feelings thaw toward the children. Aracellis after his paternal grandmother on the McGregor side… and Chloestrain after the maternal grandmother on the Dunleavy side… Had she known at that moment that she was cursing one twin and blessing another… She might have chose differently… but such is hindsight
In the years to come, Ackam rarely noticed any of his girls... And sure enough his temper did fade and he kept his wife... For if nothing more than the years of service and trying to give him and Heir. When the twins were 3 years old, Francis did indeed manage to give birth to a son... Rackam… and there was joy in the household at last…. Or was it?
Years later would find Ackam often followed by Aracellis… Her twin, Chloestrain, tagging along… into the fields... or about the estate... It didn’t matter... And when they grew into young girls of twelve, rumors abounded about the unnatural way they followed him. It was Francis who put a stop to it... Saying the girls were much too old and required the teachings of womanly things. It was as if the rumor sparked a darkness in Ackam… and when his wife denied him of his favorite, he raged against it, telling her she could do whatever she wished with Chloestrain... But that Aracellis was his …his favorite… his pick… it was a moment that would define the whole MacGregor family from that day on…
Rackam was a sickly child, who never seemed to fare well out of doors. Even in the summer, it was likely to find him bundled by the fire… Only three years the junior of the twins, he spent time with tutors and governesses… And in his mothers care... His father rarely visiting the sickly heir... Such a disappointment…
But Ackam’s comfort in life was Aracellis. The beautiful, vivacious, fun-loving, witty Aracellis... whom he treated like a princess… the older girls having been married off to good matches and moved away… Now in the twilight of his life, Aracellis was his only joy. It was in those years between 12 and 17 that he begins to sup from the fruit of his own child... Such tender flesh was a tonic to an old man’s own flesh... He would not be denied... And it was in those years that Aracellis was twisted into something horrid. She took pride in her father’s need of her… pride that she had usurped her mother’s place in his bed. And pride that she was the most beloved of the family. He showered her with jewels and gifts nothing was denied her. As he bent her young supple body to his deranged needs… She learned depravity at his hands… but it came with a price… everyone in the county knew… It seemed of the unholy relationship... Yet no one stepped forth to stop it...
It was in those days of childhood that Chloestrain would meet the young Iain… caring for his bruises and wounds from the beatings, playing games that would wash away the pains, and forming a bond, deep and true... the bond slicing thru the pains of years
But the pride of the MacGregor would not allow it. Something had snapped Ackam to his senses… and it was clear Aracellis had bewitched him. She needed to be sent far away; before his eternal soul was dammed. And as Iain sought them out, Chloestrain would later meet him again... but under the guise of being Aracellis. Not for meanness of guile, but because... She was forced too… you see, Aracellis was now some few months pregnant with her father’s child... and it was Ackam’s sight set on Iain... for a husband and father. For her, a good proper match; that would discount any and all rumors back home... But Aracellis was against it, wishing to stay at home with her father and have her babe; to go on with life as it were.
So it was Chloestrain that was sent in her stead to woo the Robertson lad… against her wishes... But she would not disobey…her family’s reputation and her mother’s heart demanded it of her... For her sister’s sake... They laid the weight of the whole family upon her meager shoulders…
And so it was that she courted and wooed the bastard of Struan... Captivating him like no other… For somewhere in the middle of it all, she had fallen deeply in love with Iain Robertson... and gave him a locket to remember the days.
Happiness… until that day she was replaced by the real Aracellis, who would break his heart. In a fit of rage... by all accounts that Chloestrain had heard… it was a most vicious happenstance... and that broke her own heart. After his declaration of marriage, Aracellis left Iain without a word of explanation, having set sail back to the mainland. Determined to rejoin her father at their home and become the Head of the MacGregor holdings…
Rumors would show she plan to marry another. Setting Iain upon a rampage of revenge against the suitor. Meanwhile, Aracellis was determined to rejoin her father at their home and become the Head of the McGregor holdings…
Some say the ship was fired upon by the pirates who plied the waters... and then boarded; somehow Aracellis disappearing into the mayhem never to be heard of again... But Chloestrain knew the truth. Her father had a man kill the temptress, his own daughter whom he had sullied and soiled for years. And tossed her body to the depths… it was the only solution to the problem of Aracellis. Had she made it home, he would have not had the strength to deny her…
Once Chloestrain had returned home, Ackam truly despised her. She was nothing more than a reminder of his sins… and his loss. Soon enough, she was set out on the street... He cared not what happened to her. As in the last days of his life, Ackam went mad. Perhaps it was of some mercy she had been put out, because a scant week later she heard the news… Ackam MacGregor, his wife, and son had all perished in a house fire with nothing left.
To Francis MacGregor’s credit, she had seen to all her children’s education, and Chloe was a bright and intelligent girl, more devoted to her studies than her twin, who craved the out-of-doors and freedom being with her father gave her… Chloestrain had been a model of femininity and grace... far surpassing her wilder counterpart...
