Name: Imogen Lilith Richmond
Age: Looks 24 but is around 200 + years old
Status: Single - Not looking
Current Residence: New Orleans but she travels around a lot
Occupation: Owns a herbal store
Family: Mother (Deceased) - Father (Deceased)
Adotpive Mother and Father - Lord and Lady Ashford - Both are deceased
Lady Marybelle [Their daughter and her foster sister] - Refuses to talk or visit her
Friends: None. Imogen is a loner
Scars/ Markings: Ones on her back from being punished by Lady Ashford centuries ago
Hometown: N/A - She mostly resided in the Richmond Estate where she was born and then raised for the rest of her life at the Ashford Estate.
Imogen's personality is quite unbalanced. She possesses vices and virtues that collide with one another on a daily basis. She is very charasmatic and cunning. This was something she developed from her father whom she was not with a long time. Imogen can be caring, loving and protective. A few virtues she had gained from her mother whom she stayed the longest with. Due to some misfortunes in her life time, Imogen became very antisocial and mute. Her trust is very limited. She can be manipulative and cynical. Her personality traits crash so much she does not know who or what she has become. She questions herself more often than she should.
char·is·mat·ic /ˌkerəzˈmadik/ adjective: charismatic
1. exercising a compelling charm which inspires devotion in others.
cun·ning /ˈkəniNG/ adjective adjective: cunning
1. having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit or evasion.
lov·ing /ˈləviNG/ adjective adjective: loving
1. feeling or showing love or great care
pro·tec·tive /prəˈtektiv/ adjective adjective: protective
1. capable of or intended to protect someone or something.
car·ing /ˈkeriNG/ adjective adjective: caring
1. displaying kindness and concern for others.
ma·nip·u·la·tive /məˈnipyəˌlādiv,məˈnipyələdiv/ adjective adjective: manipulative
1. characterized by unscrupulous control of a situation or person.
Anti-social behaviours are actions that harm or lack consideration for the well-being of others.
cyn·i·cal /ˈsinək(ə)l/ adjective adjective: cynica
l 2. concerned only with one's own interests and typically disregarding accepted or appropriate
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- Imogen is book smart and can memorize what she has read.-Literary Manipulation - The power to absorb all information a book contains.
- She is a time traveling witch but this ability can only be used once in awhile. She can only use it a few times before it takes a toll on her. She will develop nose bleeds and eventually collapse from the impact. -Time Travel - The ability to travel through time and space.
- Imogen possess the ability to see into the future. This ability comes at random and when it does, it also takes a small toll on her. Not as much as time traveling but she will feel a little light headed after it happens. -Divination - The practice of predicting the future.
- She also has the ability to touch objects from a person and a wave of energy surges through her. This capability intertrwines with triggering her pshychic abilities. She is able to see into the future or past of someone depending on the object she touches. Premonition - The ability to receive a vision about the future of an object or person with or without touching them or those.
Other Abilities pretaining to her magic:
- Aerokinesis - The elemental ability to create, control and manipulate the air and wind
- Deflection - The ability to deflect the active powers of others
- Healing - The ability to heal injuries and diseases of others, unless that person is evil or has already died.
- Nature Enhancement - The ability to augment, grow or bring back to life plants
- Psychic Echo - Connected to the power of Premonition, a Psychic Echo is when two psychics are physically and mentally connected.
- Cryokinesis - The ability to create and/or manipulate ice and cold.
Her eyes are a light caramel color.
Imogen stands at 5'7". She is petite but has some muscle built to her body.
Her lips are plump and some people say they remind them of a rose whenever she wears red lipstick.
Since she usually wore big bulky dresses, one could not tell what her figured looked like but they had an idea. She had curves that made her shape look like an hour glass.
Her breast were another feature that was hard to keep hidden underneath her dress since the corset she wore daily would be tied rather tight, causing her breast to be pushed up.
(Trigger Warnings: Modertate (Not to much) Violence (Physical and Sexual), Some Racisim involved. Modified and Edited. Rated pg 13<3
Imogen Lilith Richmond was born to Clarabelle Wilson and James Richmond on March 21st, 1761. Her mother was a maid at the Richmond estate that resided outside of London. Her father was the Earl at the time. He was well known around the area and had a high ranking. An affair between her mother and James bloomed in secret. He was in fact married and had two children by Lady Noel. They had to not only keep their love a secret but if it were to be exposed or found out, Clarabelle will take the hardest shame of all. Around this time slavery was still well and alive. Prejudice involving African Americans was still a huge problem in London. Now that Imogen was born, it made it even more difficult for the couple to keep their love under wraps. James had to contantly make sure that Clarabelle was alright. He had her seeing a doctor in a small town just a couple of miles away from the Richmond estate. Of course the doctor had to be an afirican american otherwise no treatement was going to be given.
Lady Noel discovered that Clarabelle was with child. She noticed that her and her husband's disappearances became more frequent than usual. When Lady Noel found out about the love child, all hell broke lose. Lady Noel wanted Clarabelle to be beaten to death. She wanted the baby to die along with the mother. This was all spewed out of rage and hurt from the nobal woman. Clarabelle did not find out until one of her good friends who was a maid herself had told Clarabelle about Lady Noel's plan to harm her and the baby. Out of fear for her own well being and her child, Clarabelle did the unthinkable. She bewitched Lady Noel into killing herself. She used some dark magic to do so. James was unaware of his lover's power and what she truly was. He only found out because Clarabelle confessed to hexing Lady Noel. Out of fright James ordered for her to be tried for murder and to be lynched for it. He held off on lynching the mother of his unborn until after the baby was born. James did not want to do this but he was spooked by what Clarabelle had told him. He had the woman locked up in a dungeon like interior that was below the estate. A couple of months or so later, Imogen was born and right after her birth, Clarabelle was lyhnched. Her body hung in the trees lifelessly as some nobal women who were friends of Lady Noel looked on. They spit on her body and even continued to beat the dead woman with their umbrellas.
Now James Richmond was left with a crying newborn babygirl. He had to get ride of her immediately. The man wanted nothing to do with this evil spawn from the devil. That's when he deciced to take the child to the Ashford estate where she would live at for the rest of her life. Lord and Lady Ashford were good friends to James. Lord Ashford was in debt with James. That debt made a perfect time to give them the child to look after. Although all the man felt was hurt and despair, he couldn't help but see Clarabelle in the child. James took Imogen in a carriage with him one night to make the drop off. Imogen cried all the way there. James wished his love was still alive but the thought of her just frightened the poor man. He was even more afraid that his daughter inherited the evil powers her mother possessed. Lord and Lady Ashford agreed to adopt Imogen although the pair was not happy, espescially the lord's wife.
Imogen has been at the Ashford Estate for a few years now, not knowing that within her resided a power like no other. Something that was so taboo if it was shown or discovered.... she would be killed on sight.The treatment she received from the Ashford's was anything but pleasant. They found her kind to be beneath them and she was abused physically and emotionally on the regular. Imogen was around six years old when Lady Ashford kicked the child down the stairs. Imogen fell for what seemed like forever. She ended breaking her leg severly. Part of the bone poked out of the child's leg and Imogen screamed in panic. Lord Ashford who came home from work saw the child on the floor. He demanded that she get up and quit whining. When Imogen could not comply, Lord Ashford picked her up. That was when he discovered the child had broken her leg and needed immeidate care.
From there, Imogen went into surgery done by their own family doctor right at the estate. The doctor ordered for her to stay on bed rest for a few months. Lady Ashford did not like that at all and the terrible adoptive mother waited for the child to become healthy both physically and emotionally so she could tear her down once more. Imogen heard the Lady speak with her companions one night over tea. A few months had gone by and Imogen was able to move around using crutches to help her. She overheard their conversation. "Why do you have that negro child living in your estate Lady Ashford?" One of her friends asked while she sipped on some tea. "My stupid husband had a debt he owed to James Richmond....this was the only way he could fulfill it." The Lady answered in such a shameful tone. "That must be hard for you....having to raise a monkey alongside with your precious Marybelle." Another woman had added on. Lady Ashford let out a long sigh, agreeing with the comments made about Imogen. "I hate that little bed wench so much...I just know she will grow up to be a terrible burden." Lady Ashford set her tea cup down onto the small table.
Tears welled up in Imogen's eyes. She was ready to break down right there but decided to hold it in. When she turned around, her focus was now on Marybelle. "How long have you been standing there?" The girl asked her. Imogen did not answer Marybelle, instead she decided to try and walk away. Marybelle refused to be ignored. She ended up tripping Imogen and her crutches went clattering against the marble floor. That sound echoed throughout the hall, alerting the women that someone was outside. They emerged from the small tea room, looking at what the deal was. "Hi momma." Marybelle said while waving. Lady Ashford smiled but it soon faded when she saw Imogen on the floor. "Why is she on the floor?" Lady Ashford asked, looking over to her daughter for an answer. "She tripped..." Marybelle replied while helping Imogen back up, handing her the crutches. "I see. Off you two go then. " The Lady said but her eyes were glued onto Imogen. They were filled with fury.
When Imogen turned 16 years old, she didn't think her life could get any worse but it did. This day will haunt her for the rest of her life. She will soon not want to celebrate her birthday nor would she want to think of it. Lord and Lady Ashford surprisngly threw her a garden party. As Imogen had expressed before, she loved working in the garden. It was her favorite place to be. When the flowers bloomed during the spring time, she enjoyed seeing the different colors that spread through the Ashford's garden. From the lillies, to the roses and tulips. For once, Imogen found her peaceful place. This party not only represented her growing up but it also symbolized that she was one of these flowers, blossiming. The Lord and Lady had invited just about everyone to her party. Imogen truly thought they had a change of heart since she was getting older. Maybe they were trying to find a way to love her just like they loved Marybelle.
She was wrong.....
As the party came to a close, the guest once more wished the young teen a "Happy Birthday" before departing the Estate. Lord Ashford told Imogen that he had a special surprise for her later on tonight. The teen smiled at her adoptive father and gave him a huge hug, whispering the words "Thank you...I love you very much papa." to the man. He generally gave the teen a hug back, allowing it to feel reassuring and truthful. By 9:30 p.m. Lord Ashford awoke Imogen who was sleep in bed with the other maids in their chambers. "Come with me, Your surprise awaits you." He told her. She almost leaped out of bed, ready to see what he could possibly have in store for her. Imogen grabbed her dress, slipping it back on and pulling her curls back with a clip. She then slid into her shoes and grabbed her cloak, putting it on and pulling the hood over her head to cover her face.
Imogen approached the carriage that had one laterun that lit it up as the driver of the carriage held it up for her to see. She hopped inside the carriage still thinking Lord Ashford would be taking her to the surprise. To her dismay, there was an older white gentlemen sitting across from her. He was older than Lord Ashford and old enough to be her grandfather. "Papa..who is this?" She asked Lord Ashford who just smirked. "This is your surprise and how you will help me pay for my debt to the Earl." A snicker escaped the man's lips. He shut the carriage door. Imogen in panic tried to open it back up but the older man grabbed a hold of her hand. He was stronger than she had expected him to be. "You aren't going anywhere my dear. You are mine for the night. " The man licked his lips making Imogen cringe. She wasn't sure what kind of deal he and her adotpive father had made.
She sat quietly, wondering where the carriage was taking her. The man eyed Imogen down like she was some fresh piece of meat just put out onto the market. "My name is Duke Worthington." He said while bowing his head to her. Imogen said nothing to man, she kept trying to figure out exactly where she was being taken to. The Duke didn't take it to kindly that his one night stand was ignoring him. "Talk to me bed wench!" A hard slap to the teen's face soon came after his harsh words. "I....I..." All she could do was stutter in that moment. Imogen had experienced abuse from Lady Ashforth but never from a stranger. "Speak you illiterate negro. Don't waste my time here." Duke Worthington spewed out of hate. "I'm Imogen" She finally responsed to him, her head hanging low. "Ah Imogen...a pretty name for a pretty negro such as yourself." He grabbed a hold of her hand, tracing along her skin and admiring it like she was some kind of exotic animal. The teenager wanted to cry but she held in her tears.
When the pair finally arrived to the Duke's small cottage, Imogen wanted to make a break for it. She looked everywhere for an escape route but there were guards posted at every corner of the property. "I got protection as well as lookouts just in case you were to try anything." The Duke told her while he tugged her along with him. As soon as she stepped foot into the cottage, the Duke pushed her onto a mattress that laid on the floor. Imogen now realizing what this ordeal was all about tried to get up but he had pushed her right back down. She was about to scream but the Duke had pulled out a whip, lashing it at her. "If you scream I will do more harm to your delciate body." He said as he walked towards her. "Undress yourself. Now!" The Duke demanded her. She could only comply but the tears she was holding in began to pour out. The Duke watched as Imogen stripped from one layer of clothing out of the other until every article of clothing was off her body. The Duke wasted no time, he got on top of her, grabbing onto one of her breast and squeezing it tight. Imogen yelped in pain from the amount of pressure he was applying to his grip. "Hush now." He told her while unzipping his pants. The Duke got in between her legs and shoved himself inside of her. Being a virgin, she was tight and the amount of force coming from him as he thrusted in and out of her, made her want to scream but she kept quiet. The Duke knew he was hurting the girl but did not care, he was getting his enjoyment out of this. He not only slapped her but choked her a little bit. He planted unwanted kisses all over her face and inserted his tongue inside of her mouth. His salvia slid down the corners of her mouth and under her chin. Imogen felt dirty and wanted this to end.
Unfortunately for Imogen what lasted about four hours, seemed like centuries to her. By the time the duke was finished, he was zipping his pants up. "Oy, you are bleeding. Clean yourself up and I'll be taking you back home." He said while throwing a warm wash cloth to her. She applied it to herself trying to sooth the pain that ached from there. Imogen did look down however and saw some splatters of blood on the mattress. She was digusted by the sight and wanted to throw up. After a couple of minutes of her gathering herself together and getting dressed, the Duke came back. He motioned for her to get inside of the carriage so they could hurry back. It was around 1:30 a.m. Imogen had arrived back at the Estate. She got out of the carriage and ran inside to the maids chambers. She did not look at Lord Ashford who emerged from the front door. All she knew was a trnasaction had been obtained and she was the source of it.
About two years later, the same situation happened on her 18th birthday. Imogen was presented as product to be sold for sex and money. The Ashford's were going broke and they needed another source of income. Since Imogen was developing rapidly in "
all the right places" as Lord Ashford would say, she was presented as the third party income revnue they would use. Marybelle who was going to an expensive private school in England at the time was the source of their over spending and debt. Lord Ashford made sure Imogen always looked presentable to the suitors who wanted a taste of her. She was used for her body and her skin. She was a black woman in a day an age where black women and men were treated unfairly and seen as bottom class, or below that. Imogen was a free woman but was still treated as a slave. Since Lord Ashford had to leave for some business outside of London, his dirty downlow corrupt business had to come to a halt.
Imogen found herself staying in the maids chambers longer than usual. The Lady was forbidden to lay a hand on her by Lord Ashford who wanted to keep his product looking fresh and untarnished. Some of the maids had tried to encourage Imogen to get back to work as the Lady was getting fed up with her laziness. She felt that Imogen was taking advantage of this ban that the Lord had put upon her. That was far from true. Imogen wanted to be left alone, deep in her thoughts. At night she would stay up, staring at herself in the mirror, wondering why her mother would ever curse her with this skin tone. There would be times where Imogen beat on herself and rub continuously at her skin. She wanted to wipe it all off and become someone different. She hated herself, more so her skin color. Since Imogen had been unsuccessful of cleansing herself from the damage her skin has brought to her during this lifetime, she just cried softly to herself. The other maids tried to comfort her but were unsuccessful. The self-hate that Imogen developed about herself had been permanent.
"I don't know that I find myself anywhere."
When Lord Ashford came back to the Estate he brought along with him a young gentlemen by the name of Oliver Vanderbuilt. He presented him as someone who was interested in investing in the Ashford estate. When Imogen came to the Lady, carrying a trey of tea cups and a tea pot, Oliver's gaze soon went over to her. Lord Ashford took note of the sudden interest and introduced Imogen to Oliver. The man took a hold of her hand and gave it a gentle kiss. "Pleasure to meet you Imogen." He spoke to her. By this time, Imogen was around the age of 21. The only time a man approached her or took interest in her was for when they wanted to experience or live out their sexual fantasies with a black woman. Imogen being unsure about this wanted to back away but her feet stayed planted on the polished floor.
Soon after the encounter with Oliver. Imogen found herself leaving the estate to attend dinner parties and other events as Oliver's right hand lady. Whispers and murmurs occured when she stepped forth as his right hand woman for the night. Other women still threw themselves at him, wanting the attention he was given to Imogen. They became jealous of her and would call her a negro whore. Her reputation as the prostitute of ashford estate was alive and well. Even though she hasn't been bought in 3 years, there were some men she had slept with who were at these functions. Right by their sides was their wives who were oblivious to the vicious sexual cravings their husband's desired. Imogen wasn't sure what this feeling was she was having for Oliver but it was growing inside her. She never thought she would fall for a man, especially a noble. They all seemed the same to her. Arrongant, impulsive, beastly and sex crazy. Oliver showed her a different side, the more gentle side of a man. He courted Imogen for about six months or so.
The woman found herself in love...but with an illusion. Imogen was blinded by the amount of attention she was receiving from Oliver that she did not know what his true intentions were. It was during their daily walk around the Ashford Estate that he revealed his true-self. He never loved nor cared about Imogen, in fact he hated her. His prejudice towards her showed when he grabbed a hold of her arm. "So negro woman, why are you truly here? " He asked Imogen, thinking she was the one making the Ashford's go bankrupt. He wanted nothing to do with these people but his father Earl of Vanderbuilt sent him here to help out. This interfered with the man's plans to go to law school. "What are you talking about?" She answered back while trying to get her arm from out of his grasp. "You are a free loading negro woman. I had to give up my plans for law school to be here at this shitty estate. I gained your trust...have I not? I could see it in your eyes that you love me Imogen." Oliver kissed her forcefully and with such agression. Imogen managed to pull herself away from him. "I can't believe I fell for you...you are just like the rest of them!" The woman shouted at the man.
As Imogen began walking away, Oliver went after her. She was fed up with the abuse she had taken from over the years and finally lashed out. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Her screams echoed throughout the garden. Oliver went flying across the way, he hit the ground pretty hard when he landed. The woman was surprised by what had just happened. She was also afriad that whatever made him go flying could have killed the man. Imogen ran away from the garden and back to the Estate. She hurried into the maid chambers and told them if anyone was looking for her that she was in the kitchen the whole time. Imogen quickly changed into her uniform and hurried off to the kitchen. It didn't take long until Oliver was found laying unconcious on the grassy plain. Lord Ashford came into the kitchen, he turned the woman around. "What did you do to him?" He asked out of anger. No words left Imogen's mouth. "Answer me damnit!" She wasn't sure if she tell the man that Oliver just randomly flew across the garden by an invisible force of some kind. If she told him that, it would give him more than enough reason to ship her to the psych place. Eventually she admitted that Oliver fell over a rock in the garden and he hit the ground hard which is why he was unconcious. Lord Ashfrod was trying to figure out if wanted to believe her or not but there was no time. He left Imogen in the kitchen and didn't question her again about it.
Imogen thought about running away countless of times. The only thing wrong with that was she would have nowhere to go. She would be broke, homeless and most likely treated worse than she was treated here. Despite the downside of living here, Imogen came to the conclusion that she would steal. Around 3:20 a.m, everyone was asleep while Imogen was still up. She decided to go into the Ashford's main building and find some pounds to steal. She knew that Lady Ashford usually kept a few pounds laying around. Imogen was able to sneak into the lady's chambers and rummage through her vanity where she kept a secret stash for herself. Lady Ashford had a drinking problem that her husband had no clue about. Imogen caught the Lady acting out of chracter one day due to her drunkeness. 'While stealing a few pounds and slipping them into her apron, a maid who was up had caught Imogen. She yelled at her calling the woman a "Theif" and a "Crook". Lady Ashford woke up, catching the maid tugging at Imogen's apron and seeing the pounds drop to the marble floor.
Lady Ashford got out of bed, slipping into her silk robe and walking up to Imogen. She could see the fire in her eyes fueled with hatred abd resement. "How dare you steal from me!" Lady Ashford shouted at Imogen who just stood there. She did not know what to do in that moment. Lady Ashford's hand connected with her cheek. A slap so hard that it stung her face. She then pushed Imogen out into the hallway. "Take her outside. She will pay for these actions!" The Lady yelled. Cora, the maid who caught her took the young woman out into the front yard. The cold night breeze swept pass the two women. Imogen was trying to break free from Cora's grasp but she was much stronger than her. Lady Ashford came out with a whip and Cora threw Imogen to the ground. Her dress collected mud. Cora then ripped the back of her dress open, revelaing the brown woman's skin. A few moments later, Lady Ashford lashed out on her with the whip. Marking up her once delicate skin. She had at it for hours until her husband Lord Ashford came out and stopped the woman.
Imogen was left outside by herself in the cold. Soon it begain to rain and the little droplets found themselves seeping into the fresh wounds Lady Ashford had left on her. Imogen cried out in pain, trying her hardest to get up from the ground. She kept slipping due to the muddiness. Her feet sank into the dirt that turned gooey and slippery. She made her way towards the stables where the horses resided in. She slept there for the night. The next morning, Cora came out to get Imogen. She wasn't off her duties just because she was injured. Cora and another maid named Lola helped give Imogen a bath and gave her fresh new maid clothes to wear before she started to work again. The young woman was stuck in a state of shock due to her wounds being left unintended all night long. Cora and Lola made sure they cleaned and dressed her wounds well enough so they wouldn't bother her while she was on duty for the Lord and Lady.
It was on a sunny and warm spring day when Imogen was directed to go back out into the stables. She was tending to the horses, prepping them for their daily ride from the Lord and Lady. She was so deep in her thoughts and planning another way to escape this horrid life when a rip in time opened up right before her eyes. At first she was afraid of what it was and how it got there but then she gathered up the courage to find out. She ended up landing in the 21st century somewhere in New Orleans to be exact. Her old time period clothing made tourist and the people who lived there think she came from a museum or something. Imogen was more so shocked than confused. Imogen snapped her head back so fast looking for the time rift but it was nowhere to be found. She was now stuck in this new era. The woman was beyond frightened especially by the cars that zipped down the open roads. Some folks took pictures of her like she was some kind of attraction. Imogen had to figure a way out of this place and fast.
She continued to walk down the crowded sidewalks of New Orleans looking for a way back home. She must've lost her mind because the witch was determined to go home rather than stay. This era she knew she didn't belong in. And soon she would find out that there is more to her than meets the eye.
Society has a habit of disregarding one of its own even when opportunity provides.
Clarabelle Williams (Deceased)
James Richmond - Father (Deceased)
Lord Ashford- Adoptive Father (Deceased)
Marybelle Ashford - Foster Sister
Oliver Vanderbuilt- First and last man she fell in love with
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