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                                 Teresa Bonfamille        Semi-adopted daughter/maid to Mme. Adelaide                                      [Aristocats]

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           Teresa Bonfamille + Mme. Adelaide’s Estate

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Elanor: I am an expert at identifying birds.

Teresa: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Elanor: Yup, they're all birds.

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Name: Diana Bonfamille

Character: Duchess from The Aristocats

Age: 34

Occupation: Owner of Bonfamille Bakery

Faceclaim: Teresa Palmer

Played by: OPEN

+ Friendly, Compassionate, Protective - Strict, Guarded, Submissive

Diana grew up in a wealthy, privileged household where she was taught proper mannerisms and social constructs. However when she got pregnant out of wedlock at sixteen, she was disowned and kicked out of the home. It was only because of her kind grandmother Adelaide that she and her triplets were provided for. Once the children were old enough to go to school, she went to work at her grandmother’s bakery to prove she was responsible and pay back her kindness. Now, she is the owner of the establishment and while she still relies on her grandmother for some minor things, she’s largely independent.

Being a young mother, she knows she missed out of a lot of things, but she loves her children fiercely and wouldn’t give them up for the world. She’s raised them with affection and freedom of expression, not wanting to be like her own parents. She can be overprotective and strict at times out of fear, but she’s always quick to apologize.

                                                     ~ Connections ~

Marie, Berlioz and Toulouse Bonfamille ~ Diana’s children. She would do anything for them, and while she raised them to be independent and free thinkers, she’s not looking forward to eventually losing them to college and the wild world outside the safe haven she’s created for them. She never wants them to experience the pain of rejection and heartbreak that she did.

Thomas O’Malley ~ Diana knows the man frequents the shop because he has eyes for her. And while he seems like a nice enough person, she also knows of his reputation. She doesn’t want to get hurt again, so she’s wary of encouraging anything between them.

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Double Solo Para: In Passing

Will sighs. He was getting used to this school, slowly but surely. The hard part at this point was just finding Billie.

He wanted to get their father out of rehab, and he’s sure she does, too, but they can’t get anywhere pretending to be AKs. On the other hand, their covers were imperative to breaking their father out.

Which just means he has to work even h--

Will grunts as he hits a girl walking by, dropping his stuff as she loses her grip on hers. She winces. “Oh, goodness, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, uh, it’s um, it’s my fault,” he says as they both kneel to get their stuff together. The girl sets her bag down and a white fluffy cat with pink bows pokes its head out of it to look at them.

He chuckles. “Is, that, uh, a cat?”

“Hmm? Oh!” She looks embarrassed, smiling. “Yes, this is Marie. I’m Teresa, manager of the estate of the late Madame Adelaide Bonfamille. You know, the opera star who left it all...”

“To her cats, and the rest to her butler when they died, until said butler went a little off the rails. So, as the manager of that estate...?”

“Yes, the will dedicates whatever’s left of the estate when the cats are gone to me, but I plan on donating the madame’s money to a shelter, I have enough to my own name.” She smiles awkwardly with a shrug. “And you are...?”

“Oh! William Foxworth,” he chuckles nervously, offering his hand to shake hers with a smile. “Legal ward of Jenny Foxworth, but, uh, honestly Jen’s more, Jen’s more like a sister.”

Teresa shakes his hand, beaming. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, William.”

“Oh, please, call me Will,” he clears his throat before helping her get her things together. “Sorry, again.”

“That’s absolutely all right,” she shakes her head and brushes herself off, helping him gather his things.

He stands and offers her a hand, helping her up to her feet. “Well, uh, it was, uh, it was nice meeting you. I’ll-- I’ll see you, uh, I’ll see you around.”

“Yes, of course,” Teresa nods, picking up her purse and setting off in the direction she was originally heading.

Shaking his head, Will turns back in the direction he was heading. How in the hell was he going to find Billie in this place?

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Teresa: Would you mind putting the angel on top of the tree?

Eddie: Absolutely! *lifts Iris to the top of the tree*

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Flashback Solo Para: It’s All a Part of Me (Teresa)

Will drums his pencil on the table as they work, wrinkling his nose. “Hey, uh, Teresa, uh, if it’s not too, um, too personal, can I ask for your whole… story?”

Teresa frowns, looking at him, cocking her head and raising an eyebrow. “My story?”

“I, uh, I just mean… you, um, you’ve said that, that, that uh, that your relationship with, with…” He pauses, snapping.

“Madame Bonfamille?” She cocks her head.

He points to her, “With her, was, was uh… complicated.”

“Oh.” Teresa pauses and nods a bit with a shrug, lowering her pen. “Well, it was. It’s a bit of an unusual story.”

“I’d, uh, honestly I’d still like to, um, to hear it,” Will shrugs. “We, uh, we partner up for a lot of um, a lot of advanced classes, and, and, and, and, and I know so little about you.”

Teresa blinks, shrugging again and nodding. “Yeah, that’s fair enough… so, I guess we can start back when I was about two.”

The toddler had been left on Madame Adelaide Bonfamille’s doorstep. Nobody really knew where she came from, but even at such a young age, the girl bonded quite well with the cats in the household. Perhaps that was why the madame had decided to keep her around. The truth was, nobody knew for sure why.

Just that she kept the young girl around, and wrote a clause into the will that allowed her to become the caretaker and executor of the estate, ensuring the money allotted to the cats would in fact be used for them. She would, of course, have additional support when the time came, as she was only a child, and likely wouldn’t be old enough to be entirely on her own when the time came.

(”I wasn’t,” Teresa adds with a small, half-hearted smile. “The madame passed when I was ten.” she clears her throat.)

Growing up in the house, while Teresa got a good education, a LOT of her time revolved around learning to handle the job she would one day handle, and caring for the madame and the home a bit as well. She didn’t know it at the time, but because of the work she was doing happily, the madame had established a bank account for her where she was earning regular pay. So when the madame passed, she had her own money separate from the cats.

(”Some of the people who were hired to help me while I was too young also helped with the account, investing the money properly and the like. Whatever’s left of the madame’s money when the cats are gone will be donated to a shelter.” Teresa scratches Marie’s ears as the cat pops out of her purse, stretching after her nap. “I have enough.”

“You’re, uh, that is to say, um, uh, y’know, you… you are, uh, an honorable person,” Will remarks with a nod.)

She hadn’t initially gone through the madame’s things when the woman had passed. She’d had too much to deal with. Then it had been about putting her lessons to work. Then it was–

(”You, you were uh, you were stalling, right?” Will asks.

Teresa shrugs. “Hard not to.”)

But, finally, she knew she’d put it off long enough, and had begun slowly working through them. She’d kept some of the jewelry out of sentiment. (her hand comes up to a pendant around her neck at the remark, but she doesn’t take the opportunity to show it off, and he doesn’t ask.) Most of it had been sold so they had a better idea of how much the cats had. But in a drawer at the madame’s vanity she’d found something unusual.

It had taken time to find the keys to unlock the skinny little drawer across the middle, and then working through the other little belongings before she’d found the note, that some of the staff had reluctantly informed her had been pinned to her shirt when she was left at the doorstep.

(”What, uh, um, if you don’t mind me asking, what did it, uh, that is, er…”

“I… don’t remember, exactly,” and Teresa’s not sure why she lies but something in her gut tells her it was better this way. “And I left it at home when i came here.”)

The note, however, alluded to the existence of her father, spurring her on her search for her family, whoever they really were. After all, the madame had no family– it’s why the money had been left to her cats. Even Teresa could hardly call herself the woman’s family, considering the unusual circumstances of her entering the home.

But the search had turned up nothing, and… she’d elected to come to Auradon Prep, to give herself a break from her search and get some proper education.

(Again, she has no idea why she’s lying about her search. Maybe it was the unconfirmed story from that strange man that had stopped her as she was leaving that dance that one time.)

“…and, here I am,” Teresa finishes with a laugh and a shrug. “Somewhat maid, somewhat adopted family to the madame. Manager of her estate and proud caretaker of Marie here and her family.” She scratches behind Marie’s ears.

“Wow,” Will says softly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t, er, I, that is, I can’t begin to, uh, to imagine. That’s a lot for, uh, for anyone.” Pausing, he adds, “So you’ve, um, you stopped, er… looking for, looking for, looking for your family?”

Teresa nods. “For now. I think I’m better suited focusing on my future, not my past.”

Will nods slowly, clearing his throat. “That’s, uh, like I said, it’s, it’s a lot.”

“It is, but I’ve long since adjusted.” Shrugging, Teresa picks up her pen. “Where were we?”

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Flashback Solo Para: & That’s Who I Am (Teresa)

Will drums his pencil on the table as they work, wrinkling his nose. “Hey, uh, Teresa, uh, if it’s not too, um, too personal, can I ask for your whole... story?”

Teresa frowns, looking at him, cocking her head and raising an eyebrow. “My story?”

“I, uh, I just mean... you, um, you’ve said that, that, that uh, that your relationship with, with...” He pauses, snapping.

“Madame Bonfamille?” She cocks her head.

He points to her, “With her, was, was uh... complicated.”

“Oh.” Teresa pauses and nods a bit with a shrug, lowering her pen. “Well, it was. It’s a bit of an unusual story.”

“I’d, uh, honestly I’d still like to, um, to hear it,” Will shrugs. “We, uh, we partner up for a lot of um, a lot of advanced classes, and, and, and, and, and I know so little about you.”

Teresa blinks, shrugging again and nodding. “Yeah, that’s fair enough... so, I guess we can start back when I was about two.”

The toddler had been left on Madame Adelaide Bonfamille’s doorstep. Nobody really knew where she came from, but even at such a young age, the girl bonded quite well with the cats in the household. Perhaps that was why the madame had decided to keep her around. The truth was, nobody knew for sure why.

Just that she kept the young girl around, and wrote a clause into the will that allowed her to become the caretaker and executor of the estate, ensuring the money allotted to the cats would in fact be used for them. She would, of course, have additional support when the time came, as she was only a child, and likely wouldn’t be old enough to be entirely on her own when the time came.

(”I wasn’t,” Teresa adds with a small, half-hearted smile. “The madame passed when I was ten.” She clears her throat.)

Growing up in the house, while Teresa got a good education, a LOT of her time revolved around learning to handle the job she would one day handle, and caring for the madame and the home a bit as well. She didn’t know it at the time, but because of the work she was doing happily, the madame had established a bank account for her where she was earning regular pay. So when the madame passed, she had her own money separate from the cats.

(”Some of the people who were hired to help me while I was too young also helped with the account, investing the money properly and the like. Whatever’s left of the madame’s money when the cats are gone will be donated to a shelter.” Teresa scratches Marie’s ears as the cat pops out of her purse, stretching after her nap. “I have enough.”

“You’re, uh, that is to say, um, uh, y’know, you... you are, uh, an honorable person,” Will remarks with a nod.)

She hadn’t initially gone through the madame’s things when the woman had passed. She’d had too much to deal with. Then it had been about putting her lessons to work. Then it was--

(”You, you were uh, you were stalling, right?” Will asks.

Teresa shrugs. “Hard not to.”)

But, finally, she knew she’d put it off long enough, and had begun slowly working through them. She’d kept some of the jewelry out of sentiment. (Her hand comes up to a pendant around her neck at the remark, but she doesn’t take the opportunity to show it off, and he doesn’t ask.) Most of it had been sold so they had a better idea of how much the cats had. But in a drawer at the madame’s vanity she’d found something unusual.

It had taken time to find the keys to unlock the skinny little drawer across the middle, and then working through the other little belongings before she’d found the note, that some of the staff had reluctantly informed her had been pinned to her shirt when she was left at the doorstep.

(”What, uh, um, if you don’t mind me asking, what did it, uh, that is, er...”

“I... don’t remember, exactly,” and Teresa’s not sure why she lies but something in her gut tells her it was better this way. “And I left it at home when I came here.”)

The note, however, alluded to the existence of her father, spurring her on her search for her family, whoever they really were. After all, the madame had no family-- it’s why the money had been left to her cats. Even Teresa could hardly call herself the woman’s family, considering the unusual circumstances of her entering the home.

But the search had turned up nothing, and... she’d elected to come to Auradon Prep, to give herself a break from her search and get some proper education.

(Again, she has no idea why she’s lying about her search. Maybe it was the unconfirmed story from that strange man that had stopped her as she was leaving that dance that one time.)

“...and, here I am,” Teresa finishes with a laugh and a shrug. “Somewhat maid, somewhat adopted family to the madame. Manager of her estate and proud caretaker of Marie here and her family.” She scratches behind Marie’s ears.

“Wow,” Will says softly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t, er, I, that is, I can’t begin to, uh, to imagine. That’s a lot for, uh, for anyone.” Pausing, he adds, “So you’ve, um, you stopped, er... looking for, looking for, looking for your family?”

Teresa nods. “For now. I think I’m better suited focusing on my future, not my past.”

Will nods slowly, clearing his throat. “That’s, uh, like I said, it’s, it’s a lot.”

“It is, but I’ve long since adjusted.” Shrugging, Teresa picks up her pen. “Where were we?”

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All those years, outside looking in / All that time, never even knowing just how blind I’ve been / Standing here, it’s, oh, so clear: I’m where I’m meant to be /  All those days chasing down a daydream / All at once, everything looks different now that I see you / Look at you, as fragile as a flower / Mother knows best / On your own, you won’t survive / When will my life begin? / And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest / You can count me with the dreamers / This is why you never should have left / They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch / Yes, I’ve had the odd complaint, but on the whole I’ve been a saint / And don’t underestimate the importance of body language / Wish I could be part of that world / She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her / He’s become a a one-man rise in crime / You ain’t never had a friend like me! / When did you last let your heart decide? / Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky / I can’t go back to where I used to be / I wish I could be the perfect daughter / If I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go /  I can lead with pride, I can make us strong / All the time wondering where I need to be is behind me / I’m on my own, to worlds unknown / Well, it’s nice to see that humans never change / So, what can I say except ‘You’re welcome’? / I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck / Send your armies, but they’ll never be enough / You try to be tough, but your armor’s just not hard enough / Sometimes the world seems against you / The journey may leave a scar / The people you love will change you / And nothing on earth can silence the quiet voice still inside you / I will carry you here in my heart / Come what may, I know the way / I have crossed the horizon to find you / They have stolen the heart from inside you / Born of cold and winter air / Strike for love and strike for fear / There’s beauty and there’s danger here / It’s like you’ve gone away / They say, ‘Have courage’, and I’m trying to / 'Cause for the first time in forever, I won’t be alone / Don’t let them in, don’t let them see / Be the good girl you always have to be / Conceal, don’t feel, put on a show / Make one wrong move and everyone will know / All my life has been a series of doors in my face / But with you, I found my place / I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place / A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen / The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside / Couldn’t keep it in… Heaven knows I tried / Don’t let them in. Don’t let them see / Be the good girl you always have to be / Conceal, don’t feel / The cold never bothered me anyway / The fears that once controlled me, can’t get to me at all / No right, no wrong, no rules for me / You’ll never see me cry / I’m never going back, the past is in the past / I’m sorry, secret siren, but I’m blocking out your calls / I’ve had my adventure, I don’t need something new / I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you / Every day’s a little harder as I feel my power grow / I have always been a fortress, cold secrets deep inside / I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter / Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart / Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? / Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within / Mysterious as the dark side of the moon / You’re unsuited for the rage of war

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Closed Starter: Work Never Ends

Teresa lets out a slightly frustrated lip trill before sitting up a bit as she’s taken off hold. “Yes, I’m just calling about the email I received that the most recent shipment of cat food to the Bonfamille mansion was cancelled due to a problem with pickup?”

She listens attentively and sighs. “Yes, this is Teresa, manager of the Bonfamille estate and funds, the food in the order was intended for two of the three current heirs of the money who are still at the mansion.”

Another pause. “I note in every delivery that there are alternates who may sign in my stead for any packages.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes as the other speaks. “No, I can’t be there to sign for it myself.” Her eyes shoot back open at the next part. “Because I’m away for school!”

Her eyebrows furrow. “I still make all the financial decisions regarding the estate and money left to all of the cats. I’m only a phone call away should any problems arise.” She scoffs. “I should sound young. I am young.”

She slaps her forehead slightly. “Look, can we just reschedule the delivery or complete a refund?”

Then she clears her throat. “You’ll need to speak to someone at the house about a good time.” She pauses. “Again, I am not at home, I am staying away from home. Just call the first number I listed in the delivery. Yes, the first. No, this is the second number I listed for emergencies. Someone else will have the power to sign in my stead. Yes. Okay. Thank you. Goodbye, now.”

Hanging up, she sets her phone down beside her and runs her fingers through her hair, leaning back slightly with her eyes closed. “Why do we use them for deliveries?”

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Eddie, holding a stuffed animal: And they say no one beats the claw machine!

Teresa: Aren't you gonna give that to Iris?

Eddie: ...she won it for me.

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ROLEPLAYING HISTORY.

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Doug Dwarf (Canon) [Descendants] Lily Ramirez (OC) [Descendants] Melody (OC) [Descendants/Star Trek] {Indie} Natasha (OC) [Descendants/Star Trek] {Indie} Teresa Bonfamille (OC) [Descendants] Spock S’Chn T’Gai (Canon) [Star Trek] {Indie}