Haverleigh, Frederica
Nov 13, 2016 16:12:22 GMT -8
Post by Frederica Haverleigh on Nov 13, 2016 16:12:22 GMT -8
Your Name: Emily
Age: 29
Contact Info: PM Janet Weston's account.
Character Name: Frederica ["Freddie"/"Freds"] Elizabeth Haverleigh, nee Bexley
Age: 33
History
Freddie is the kind of Penny who put down roots the moment she was born, and though she's seen a bit of the world since, she's never happier than when she's at home.
The eldest child of an unhappy marriage, Freddie had opportunity enough to be deeply impressed by the effects of a superficially functional family, with its undercurrents of dissatisfaction and bitterness, that it's something of a miracle that she came out of it as well as she did.
After her younger brother was born, Mrs. Bexley left her husband and children. It was said that she had never fancied the idea of motherhood, and evidently the reality had proven that fact to her, and so they quietly and quickly divorced. Though she remained on somewhat cordial terms with her husband and children, she quickly built a new life for herself away from them and Penchurch, and made it clear she had no interest in being in their lives in any significant way.
Arthur Bexley had always been a difficult man to warm to, and few were surprised at the eventual outcome of his marriage, though they pitied the two lost and lonely children left behind by it.
Freddie threw herself into looking after her baby brother Perry, and the children were one another's only solace during their childhoods. Though they had all the necessities of life, their father was distant and often busied himself with work, and a succession of hired housekeepers were the closest thing to a real parent that Perry or Freddie had.
They had friends at school and around the village, however, and never lacked for other playmates as they grew up, which helped. In particular their neighbours, the Haverleighs, always looked out for the Bexley kids, and their mother would sew on lost buttons and bandage scraped knees whenever she could.
It wasn't difficult for Freddie Bexley to form a somewhat consuming crush on George Haverleigh, who was the nicest boy she knew--the only one who had never tugged on her pigtails or scowled at her if she beat him at anything. (Which was rare--despite her determination she was easily flustered around George, and he was several years older than her.)
When she got a little older, Freddie did try to cast her eye elsewhere...and even on pain of death she would never admit to any of her giggling friends where her true feelings lay, for fear of the teasing, and some rumour finding its way to George's ears. No other boy in Penchurch could hold a candle to him, however, and Freddie quietly accepted her fate as lovelorn and unrequited--because, surely, she could never hope to turn his head. She was just little Freddie Bexley, good-hearted, but awkward and too familiar.
But the braces on her teeth had to come off some time, and the summer Freddie was eighteen and working as a server at Cecily's Cafe, George Haverleigh came home on holiday from university and promptly fell head over heels for the girl next door.
Of course, folks who had watched the pair of them grow up from infants only nodded sagely and said it was no wonder they were together, as they seemed like two happy peas in a pod from that time onward.
Now, they've been married for twelve years and had five kids of their own, filling the old Haverleigh house until it is nearly bursting with activity and laughter. Much of the land has been rented to neighbouring farmers to put it to good use, and George works from home while Freddie runs a B&B out of the spare bedrooms in the rambling old farmhouse, in-between keeping tabs on her pack of children.
It's something of a wonder that motherless Freddie Bexley has somehow become a devoted mother in her own right, to some; but others can see where the lonely and bewildering child she was decided she would be the opposite of her own parents, never letting any of her children doubt that they are very much loved.
Business is going well at the Hill Farm B&B (as they've called it), and Freddie hopes that the influx of the production team and cast, as well as tourists (once the show goes out to air and people take an interest in coming out to tour Penchurch,) will keep business booming for years to come.
Appearance
Freddie is 5'4', and has light green eyes and golden-brown hair, somewhere between wavy and curly, usually worn long. She freckles easily in the sun, and tends to wear casual clothes that will wash well if/when something gets smeared or spilled on them.
Personality
Freddie can be both dependable and wildly varying. Most of the time she's as steady as a rock, going about her day with calm conviction and a sunny disposition, always more ready to laugh than to scold. (Though her kids generally know better than to try to pull any tricks on her. Freddie's disappointment is far more powerful than her anger.) There are times, however, that her unhappy childhood can lead her to waver, with bouts of near-crippling insecurity, which often seems entirely senseless from a rational point of view. Freddie can struggle to be rational, sometimes; and when she feels her happiness is somehow threatened, it can send her into a tailspin of self-doubt and worry.
Worry is probably what darkens her thoughts most of the time. She worries about her children, her husband, her brother, and anyone else who seems to be vulnerable to some evil, or otherwise in trouble...whether they need her to worry or not.
Freddie is not quite a gossip...but it's difficult to live in Penchurch for so long and NOT have an ear for the latest news, or an opinion on it. She doesn't spread tales, however, and if she does talk about anything going on with anybody, it's clear that her first concern is the happiness of others.
Being a still-young mother of five, Freddie is generally very pragmatic and not startled or weirded out by much. She is an energetic person, but focuses that energy on her family and her guests, and the Hill Farm B&B is very well-regarded and reviewed by former guests for its clean, comfortable, and pretty farmhouse rooms (all furnished in a rustic style, but with the usual mod-cons,) and the delicious breakfast fare and cream teas on offer from Freddie's bustling and bright kitchen.
Whether it's just in her nature or something she learned, Freddie is a nurturer above all else, and wants to encourage and support everyone, and give them a home-made scone. She loves to cook and bake for her family and anyone who drops by. Lately she's been trying to get a little gourmet, which can be difficult given the lack of fresh lemongrass or wild morel mushrooms in the grocer's shop, but she still tries.
Freddie has many friends in the village, and a kind word for just about everyone. It takes a long time for her to lose patience with anybody, or decide they are no longer worth her respect, but when she does...that's it. There's no going back, and the few people who have crossed Freddie Haverleigh over the years have had no sign from her that they are anywhere near earning her forgiveness...if they cared to earn it, at all. Freddie knows she can't realistically be everyone's cup of tea...after all, some people just prefer coffee...but no matter how much she tries to view the world through rose-tinted glasses, she knows that sometimes the glasses have got to come off.
She feels she's been extremely lucky to have such a fantastic family and a home and a job she loves, but there's also some part of her that is always certain that her luck is about to run out...
Age: 29
Contact Info: PM Janet Weston's account.
Character Name: Frederica ["Freddie"/"Freds"] Elizabeth Haverleigh, nee Bexley
Age: 33
History
Freddie is the kind of Penny who put down roots the moment she was born, and though she's seen a bit of the world since, she's never happier than when she's at home.
The eldest child of an unhappy marriage, Freddie had opportunity enough to be deeply impressed by the effects of a superficially functional family, with its undercurrents of dissatisfaction and bitterness, that it's something of a miracle that she came out of it as well as she did.
After her younger brother was born, Mrs. Bexley left her husband and children. It was said that she had never fancied the idea of motherhood, and evidently the reality had proven that fact to her, and so they quietly and quickly divorced. Though she remained on somewhat cordial terms with her husband and children, she quickly built a new life for herself away from them and Penchurch, and made it clear she had no interest in being in their lives in any significant way.
Arthur Bexley had always been a difficult man to warm to, and few were surprised at the eventual outcome of his marriage, though they pitied the two lost and lonely children left behind by it.
Freddie threw herself into looking after her baby brother Perry, and the children were one another's only solace during their childhoods. Though they had all the necessities of life, their father was distant and often busied himself with work, and a succession of hired housekeepers were the closest thing to a real parent that Perry or Freddie had.
They had friends at school and around the village, however, and never lacked for other playmates as they grew up, which helped. In particular their neighbours, the Haverleighs, always looked out for the Bexley kids, and their mother would sew on lost buttons and bandage scraped knees whenever she could.
It wasn't difficult for Freddie Bexley to form a somewhat consuming crush on George Haverleigh, who was the nicest boy she knew--the only one who had never tugged on her pigtails or scowled at her if she beat him at anything. (Which was rare--despite her determination she was easily flustered around George, and he was several years older than her.)
When she got a little older, Freddie did try to cast her eye elsewhere...and even on pain of death she would never admit to any of her giggling friends where her true feelings lay, for fear of the teasing, and some rumour finding its way to George's ears. No other boy in Penchurch could hold a candle to him, however, and Freddie quietly accepted her fate as lovelorn and unrequited--because, surely, she could never hope to turn his head. She was just little Freddie Bexley, good-hearted, but awkward and too familiar.
But the braces on her teeth had to come off some time, and the summer Freddie was eighteen and working as a server at Cecily's Cafe, George Haverleigh came home on holiday from university and promptly fell head over heels for the girl next door.
Of course, folks who had watched the pair of them grow up from infants only nodded sagely and said it was no wonder they were together, as they seemed like two happy peas in a pod from that time onward.
Now, they've been married for twelve years and had five kids of their own, filling the old Haverleigh house until it is nearly bursting with activity and laughter. Much of the land has been rented to neighbouring farmers to put it to good use, and George works from home while Freddie runs a B&B out of the spare bedrooms in the rambling old farmhouse, in-between keeping tabs on her pack of children.
It's something of a wonder that motherless Freddie Bexley has somehow become a devoted mother in her own right, to some; but others can see where the lonely and bewildering child she was decided she would be the opposite of her own parents, never letting any of her children doubt that they are very much loved.
Business is going well at the Hill Farm B&B (as they've called it), and Freddie hopes that the influx of the production team and cast, as well as tourists (once the show goes out to air and people take an interest in coming out to tour Penchurch,) will keep business booming for years to come.
Appearance
Freddie is 5'4', and has light green eyes and golden-brown hair, somewhere between wavy and curly, usually worn long. She freckles easily in the sun, and tends to wear casual clothes that will wash well if/when something gets smeared or spilled on them.
Personality
Freddie can be both dependable and wildly varying. Most of the time she's as steady as a rock, going about her day with calm conviction and a sunny disposition, always more ready to laugh than to scold. (Though her kids generally know better than to try to pull any tricks on her. Freddie's disappointment is far more powerful than her anger.) There are times, however, that her unhappy childhood can lead her to waver, with bouts of near-crippling insecurity, which often seems entirely senseless from a rational point of view. Freddie can struggle to be rational, sometimes; and when she feels her happiness is somehow threatened, it can send her into a tailspin of self-doubt and worry.
Worry is probably what darkens her thoughts most of the time. She worries about her children, her husband, her brother, and anyone else who seems to be vulnerable to some evil, or otherwise in trouble...whether they need her to worry or not.
Freddie is not quite a gossip...but it's difficult to live in Penchurch for so long and NOT have an ear for the latest news, or an opinion on it. She doesn't spread tales, however, and if she does talk about anything going on with anybody, it's clear that her first concern is the happiness of others.
Being a still-young mother of five, Freddie is generally very pragmatic and not startled or weirded out by much. She is an energetic person, but focuses that energy on her family and her guests, and the Hill Farm B&B is very well-regarded and reviewed by former guests for its clean, comfortable, and pretty farmhouse rooms (all furnished in a rustic style, but with the usual mod-cons,) and the delicious breakfast fare and cream teas on offer from Freddie's bustling and bright kitchen.
Whether it's just in her nature or something she learned, Freddie is a nurturer above all else, and wants to encourage and support everyone, and give them a home-made scone. She loves to cook and bake for her family and anyone who drops by. Lately she's been trying to get a little gourmet, which can be difficult given the lack of fresh lemongrass or wild morel mushrooms in the grocer's shop, but she still tries.
Freddie has many friends in the village, and a kind word for just about everyone. It takes a long time for her to lose patience with anybody, or decide they are no longer worth her respect, but when she does...that's it. There's no going back, and the few people who have crossed Freddie Haverleigh over the years have had no sign from her that they are anywhere near earning her forgiveness...if they cared to earn it, at all. Freddie knows she can't realistically be everyone's cup of tea...after all, some people just prefer coffee...but no matter how much she tries to view the world through rose-tinted glasses, she knows that sometimes the glasses have got to come off.
She feels she's been extremely lucky to have such a fantastic family and a home and a job she loves, but there's also some part of her that is always certain that her luck is about to run out...
