Elizabeth Bulstrode
Dec 4, 2014 15:28:10 GMT -5
Post by Micajah Fawley on Dec 4, 2014 15:28:10 GMT -5
Elizabeth Bulstrode
Mother, Daughter, Sister, and Wife
Mother, Daughter, Sister, and Wife
"She was so young...so carefree."
"And she loved him. She loved him, she loved him."
"Yet he did not feel the same."
"Her life was taken from her too soon."
Date of Birth: April 6th, 1843
Date of Death: August 23rd, 1868
Cause of Death
After marrying Micajah Fawley when she was 19, Elizabeth became mother to several young children left behind by his previous wife. She tried very hard to be a mother to them, but found that their resistance to her was too much to deal with and could only truly take care of the twins, Lavinia and Petronella. Eventually, she became a mother herself, to three children, one girl and two boys. Elizabeth passed away after falling down two flights of stairs. She'd been holding her third child, Rupert, in her arms, before her fall, upon which she dropped him. The Healers blamed her fall on fatigue and her death on blood loss and head trauma.
Parents: Iwan Bulstrode and Taissa RheonSiblings: Charlene, Marius, Victoria
Spouse: Micajah Alemdar Fawley (Married on July 5th, 1862)
Children: Augustus Fawley, Genie Çaglayan, Rupert
Grandchildren: On the way
Her Story
Born the eldest of four children, Elizabeth was the child her mother's parents dotted upon. She was their first grandchild, though the same could not be said for Iwan's parents. And what a beautiful childhood she lived, surrounded by warmth and love. Yet it ruined her, for she was indulged too much and knew not of the harsh realities of life. A Hufflepuff through and through, she spent her school years making friends with people from a variety of social standings. Elizabeth never could understand why there were some students who did not like her at all, as she was used to being very well-liked at home, and when she confronted her family with the dislike she received from other students, they told her that the students did not truly dislike her. They were simply too shy to act kind around her. And she believed this.
At the age of nineteen, she was married to her first and only husband, Micajah Fawley. He was thirty-five years her senior. Initially, upon being told of the engagement, she was skeptical of marrying a man so much older who already had children. But it was what her parents wanted for her. She would be able to continue living life as she had at her family home. The ceremony was lavish and she felt like a princess due to all the attention and treatment she received from guests. Her husband, though he did not speak to her much, did smile at her whenever she looked at him. It made her blush. She would coyly look away from him, shift her gaze to the floor, and then secretly sneak another glance of him as he stood across the room speaking to her father and other older men.
As her parents had told her, life as Mrs. Fawley did afford her to live as she had before, with all the indulgences she could wish for. What they had not prepared her for were the children that came along with her husband. All of them seemed to be set against her, refusing to listen to her when she told them it was time for a bath or something of the like. Only the twin girls took to her, referring to her with the endearing term 'Mummy'. They were so very young. She felt pity for them, but often cried over the lack of love she received from the other children when she was alone. And then she became a mother herself. Holding her baby boy in her arms, she was sure that there was no greater joy in the world than being a mother.
Two more children would follow before she met her untimely demise. In her final days, she had been overjoyed, though tired. The birth of her second son had made her tired, but she would not let anyone else attend him, no matter how much any of the woman around her suggested her to do so. This refusal of help was what led to her tumble down the stairwell. Rupert had landed on the topmost step and not rolled down with his mother, as fate would have it. The children that watched their mother/step-mother fall would cry for an hour before their father made it home to quell their tears.
Born the eldest of four children, Elizabeth was the child her mother's parents dotted upon. She was their first grandchild, though the same could not be said for Iwan's parents. And what a beautiful childhood she lived, surrounded by warmth and love. Yet it ruined her, for she was indulged too much and knew not of the harsh realities of life. A Hufflepuff through and through, she spent her school years making friends with people from a variety of social standings. Elizabeth never could understand why there were some students who did not like her at all, as she was used to being very well-liked at home, and when she confronted her family with the dislike she received from other students, they told her that the students did not truly dislike her. They were simply too shy to act kind around her. And she believed this.
At the age of nineteen, she was married to her first and only husband, Micajah Fawley. He was thirty-five years her senior. Initially, upon being told of the engagement, she was skeptical of marrying a man so much older who already had children. But it was what her parents wanted for her. She would be able to continue living life as she had at her family home. The ceremony was lavish and she felt like a princess due to all the attention and treatment she received from guests. Her husband, though he did not speak to her much, did smile at her whenever she looked at him. It made her blush. She would coyly look away from him, shift her gaze to the floor, and then secretly sneak another glance of him as he stood across the room speaking to her father and other older men.
As her parents had told her, life as Mrs. Fawley did afford her to live as she had before, with all the indulgences she could wish for. What they had not prepared her for were the children that came along with her husband. All of them seemed to be set against her, refusing to listen to her when she told them it was time for a bath or something of the like. Only the twin girls took to her, referring to her with the endearing term 'Mummy'. They were so very young. She felt pity for them, but often cried over the lack of love she received from the other children when she was alone. And then she became a mother herself. Holding her baby boy in her arms, she was sure that there was no greater joy in the world than being a mother.
Two more children would follow before she met her untimely demise. In her final days, she had been overjoyed, though tired. The birth of her second son had made her tired, but she would not let anyone else attend him, no matter how much any of the woman around her suggested her to do so. This refusal of help was what led to her tumble down the stairwell. Rupert had landed on the topmost step and not rolled down with his mother, as fate would have it. The children that watched their mother/step-mother fall would cry for an hour before their father made it home to quell their tears.