Post by celesse on Apr 3, 2009 23:19:19 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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CÉLESSE ROXANNE DE LAMARLIÈRE[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES:
Célesse, Léssanne, Sélanne, Lessa, Celesse (sah-LISSE), Lissiya, Roxanna, Roxie, Celanne
AGE: sixteen
D.O.B.: november 26
ALLEGIANCE:
depends on who's asking - Whereas Célesse obeys the Death Eaters so as to stay out of trouble, she will sometimes ally with muggle-borns and muggles so long as it is kept secret. It's more a question of which actions prove to be most advantageous rather than which side she prefers. Thankfully, most Death Eaters don't practice Legilimency.
PROFESSION: student
WAND TYPE: 9 ½", mountain hemlock, gryphon feather
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: dusky blue-gray
HEIGHT: 5'1
WEIGHT: 110 lbs.
BODY TYPE: petite and slightly curvy
VOICE: alto, soft and breathy
PERSONAL STYLE:
Much too privileged to be even admired by the lower class, Célesse knows of her luck, and never dresses to impress; her name serves of a much more powerful tool.
Due to her prominence in both the pureblood circle and out, she is constantly cornered by others who'd like to climb their way up the social ladder through her, and rarely enjoys the rather shallow conversations with them. As a result, she never reveals her true status by adhering to the standard dressing code.
However, because of her generally sprightly nature, she will sometimes choose to spruce up an outfit with a dash of color and never more than a little makeup. The only clues as to her lineage lies in the origins of her clothing: custom fitted and tailored by the best in Europe and gifted to her by her authoritarian grandmother, who's deepest wishes are to marry her off to an even more powerful family heir.
She has quite the collection of outfits, most of them being from her grandmother and father, who always demands a photograph for every one of them so he could show off his beautiful daughter to his colleagues. Though she genuinely enjoys the gifts, she knows she cannot possibly wear them anytime other than in the summer and during high-class social events. Thus, they gather dust in her magically-expanding trunk.
She will occasionally give some away, but they are always the ones sent by distant family members. Regardless, they carry the same noble connections.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Recognizable at a glance, members of the de Lamarlière lineage carry quite the amount of tell-tale trademarks. As for Célesse, she proudly carries their smooth blue-gray eyes, but sometimes, her mother's light olive color and well-hidden cunning show through them.
Her face is sweet and forgiving. With an alabaster complexion, rosy cheeks and full lips, one cannot help but imagine her as an angel. Petite with supple legs and a curvy physique, it is mostly her body that sends suitors scurrying to make her acquaintance.
Unbeknown to all but her equally shrewd brother, she can be quite ambitious, to the point of ruthlessness. One could say that her outward appearance may only lend more power to her desires, by using it to beguile her way into higher societies. Almost none perceive her true goals, and she keeps it well hidden behind her innocent doll-like exterior.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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- her wand - crafted personally by Stelmakh, a distant relative
- her pet owls, dogs and ocelot
- exploring the de Lamarlière, Corriveau and Valérien manors
- walking barefoot, wandering the night, eye contact
- attempting to and succeeding at perfecting spells
- fooling around and rebelling with her brother
- planning and executing the perfect stratagems
- getting things right and having an organized mind
- everyday pleasures of traveling, flirting and enjoying oneself
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
- le nouveau riche - newly rich families that are arrogant
- jabbering with pretentious shallow peers
- being judged as desirable solely because of her lineage or looks
- losing spellbooks or clothing from her father or grandmother
- letting her mind wander from its imprisoning cage and philosophizing
- competition, distractions and major failures
- constant naggings of worries and suitors
- being woken up early and forced a task upon
GOALS:
- to live a complete and epicurean life
- to attain more acquaintances than her father
- to be sought after by men and envied of by women
- to find a man who will always support her antics
BOGGART:
a pure-white mist - As a second-year student, Célesse got lost once in the mist at Hogwarts while wandering during the night and ended up drenched and frozen, never knowing where she was going or where she would end up. The mist later became a symbol for the unknown, the future.
PATRONUS:
a white ocelot with steel-gray eyes - Mireya is Célesse's only love at the moment. She has been with her for many years now and the two share an inexplicable empathy. Though her happiest moments are ones with Mireya, she was most elated the day she received her, after completing her OWLs.
DEMENTOR:
almost getting abducted by her father's old colleague - The man had been shunned by everyone and lost his job at the Ministry due to a feud he'd had with his old colleague from Hogwarts, Célesse's father. As a result, the man became quite unbalanced and thought the best way to regain his life was to kidnap a de Lamarlière child, which happened to be Célesse during her third-year summer. How he managed to break into their mansion was unknown, though Aimeric admitted that his colleague had always been quite good with Charmwork. Luckily, her grandmother happened to stun the man before he could Disapparate.
AMORENTIA: forest dew, peaches, light musk, burning driftwood
BASIC PERSONALITY:
vivacious, animated, seemingly innocent, controlled, sly, machiavellian
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Estelle Mireille de Lamarlière, née Corriveau [44]
BROTHER: Tristan Philippe de Lamarlière [17]
SISTER: Lisette Madeleine de Lamarlière [14]
OTHER:
Paternal grandmother: Clarisse Jacinthe Valérien [pureblood, 84]
Maternal great-uncle: Jean-Marcelle Corriveau [pureblood, 68]
Maternal cousin by blood: Torrence Keane Chambers [halfblood, 16]
Maternal cousin by marriage: Frederic Werther Bradley [muggle-born, 15]
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
HOMETOWN: Lyon, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
BIOGRAPHY:
Moments in boggart, patronus and dementor sections not mentioned.
Both the de Lamarlière's and the Corriveau's were noble and impressively pureblood families. It would then be of no surprise that Clarisse Valérien, the French society's most august hostess, and Jean-Marcelle Corriveau, an even more respectable wizard, decided to join their families with the marriage of their respective son and niece.
Aimeric and Estelle had been childhood friends before the arranged marriage, somewhat of an obsession with the older and more powerful families. However, they accepted their fates with much more fervor than expected. The two had become close within the last years. Soon thereafter, Estelle had given birth to two infants: Tristan Philippe and Célesse Roxanne.
As toddlers, Tristan and Célesse were used to the highest cares, made possible through their excited grandmother and great-uncle. Nobody could have given birth to more beautiful children, all would exclaim. Tristan would later develop his father's laid-back arrogance and contempt for all of a lower rank, and Célesse, her mother's determined perseverance and willful intelligence. Both carried a mysterious strain of sly ambition.
Their sister, Lisette, was born three years later. Though Lisette did not carry the same aura of esteem exuded by her two siblings, she too joined their early escapades for exploring around their Lyon mansion and exploiting the house elves to sneak them out. Through this, Célesse imbibed her epicurean and authoritative points of view.
Their parents were lax with the children, preferring to spend their time alone, walking along their great estates' hedges. It was therefore up to Clarisse, and Jean-Marcelle whenever the children visited his enormous Bordeaux townhouse, to care for them. She bought toy broomsticks, mini potion kits and tiny rats for each of them, outfitted them in the cutest and most exorbitantly expensive clothing she could find and even let them borrow her wand sometimes.
Jean-Marcelle moderated their spoiling by lecturing them with long-winded sentences as to many highly-boring topics concerning the progress of wizard- and mankind. Through his harsh punishments for not listening, they soon learned the importance of respecting one's superiors. Thankfully, it was he that equipped them with most of the personal tools needed to tackle on Europe's high society.
Then, something terrible happened: Voldemort's rise to power. Sadly, this happened a month after the family moved to England so as to have a chance to send their children to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbatons, whom both Clarisse and Jean-Marcelle considered to be a "ninny's palace filled with pretty but empty-minded girls". Célesse had been taught to hate, fear and almost revere Voldemort's name. Thus, when she learned about his takeover of Hogwarts, instead of trembling with fear, she anticipated this brand-new experience, more than her great uncle ever weave with his talk of the high society.
Tristan's letter to Hogwarts soon arrived and the overjoyed if not hesitant parents bought him a horned owl as a present during his send-off. Célesse used most of her free time running away and playing with Lyon's wilder schoolboys, making sure they never found out about her magical abilities and that the ever-envious Lisette didn't follow her. She developed a respect for Muggles and discovered the art of seduction through the boys.
It was now for Célesse to receive her letter. She subtly suggested a dusky eagle owl, received him and happily went off to Hogwarts with her faithful Hervé. Hogwarts turned out to be just like at what Jean-Marcelle delineated about upper-pureblood societies. Keep your mouth shut, pretend as if you share a common interest and always agree with everything. It was almost quite boring.
She joined the Ravenclaw house and collected an impressive amount of friends, acquaintances and admirers within the first year. Now that she was back with her brother, who happened to be a Gryffindor, they recommenced their nocturnal escapades. Something in their blood desired some rebelling, never against Voldemort, but against his strict regime at Hogwarts. Though the punishments for wandering and sneaking around at night were extreme, they never could be deterred.
Other than Tristan, Célesse never had any close friends. Most of her female companions became jealous of her position and the letters she received from wooers of impressive surnames. The male ones never thought of anything but getting into bed with her. Despite her smiles, she sometimes felt quite lonely and aggressively began flirting more, rebelling more and becoming more tempestuous.
Tristan soon found the joys of having a different girlfriend every week. This only encouraged Célesse's wanderings of the grounds. However, she continues to keep to her sprightly behaviour for the sake of upholding the family name. Only her brother noticed her pain and wrote a letter to Jean-Marcelle. With his influence (or rather, a very generous gift), Jean-Marcelle convinced a few important imports officers to allow the acquisition of a beautifully rare white ocelot: Mireya.
Though Mireya is a truly a wild animal to the heart, both she and Célesse do seem to experience a bond rarely seen with humans and their silly caging affairs. Delighted at her new companion, Célesse began spending more time with Mireya during the holidays at home rather than sulking around and sneaking out to look for trouble. Though the Mireya prefers stalking the infinitely large (though thankfully enclosed) enclosure, she will almost always appear when summoned and the two seem to enjoy each other's company.
Célesse first learned of the true power hidden within Mireya shortly thereafter when the ocelot was provoked by a stupid Ministry employee. The man had come to "verify the accounts of their possessions" though really he had been sent to check on any suspicious activity. For some reason, he refused to believe that Mireya was simply wild animal and decided to see for himself. His subsequent spells, which were not at all enjoyable, sent Mireya into such a violent rage that by the time Célesse managed to call her off, the man had to be carried off to St Mungo's because of the severity of his wounds.
From that day on, at any time within Mireya's presence, she and Célesse, for her unique abilities to slightly abate Mireya's tempers, were treated with the utmost respect.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 3 years administrating, moderating and roleplaying in numerous RPs
HOW YOU FOUND US: affiliation-jumping
OTHER CHARACTERS: none insofar
RP SAMPLE:
"Ah but are they genuinely of common interests with us?" Célesse could hear her grandmother's smooth and omnipotent voice slither through the cracks under the thick cherrywood doors, the blaring marker of her position. Her pride could be shown, even through the seemingly trivial conversation she was engaging with the Baron of Montesquieu.
Célesse traced her fingers around the grooved markings of her family crest on the doors, her steel eyes hardened and narrowed in contempt. How dare her grandmother invite that lowly rat into their hallowed abode? Despite her respect for grandmaman Clarisse, the act was an indescribable trespass on the family's honor.
Montesquieu's father only arose as baron through his recent fortune. The nouveau riche, they called it. He had none of the noble breedings of even simpler purebloods, and even expected the rights to demand Célesse's admiration. She lowered her head and focused on the plush velveteen solferino carpeting, controlling her short bursts of anger by rubbing her pale white feet along its berber knots.
Under normal circumstances, she would never be caught this furious, even within the presence of disrespecting mudbloods. However, the arrogant idiot decided that his wealth was substantial enough to impress her. Some ten minutes ago, he had her cornered between some displays of delectably rare vases, and, despite the girl's protests, pressed his large imposing figure against her, whispered the most slovenly innuendos into her ears.
She barely had enough time to register his words under his foul alcoholic breath before his slippery hands slithered up along her legs. It was only thankfully due to her grandmother's loud and oblivious summonings that he decided to "save the rest for later."
Mireya, Célesse's treasured white ocelot, broke into her painful recollections by squeezing herself in between her legs. Célesse sighed and sat down beside the door, making sure she didn't crimp her black and gold taffeta dress and waiting until she could calm herself enough to enter without killing the man. While rubbing Mireya up and down her back with one hand, she fingered her delicate hemlock wand with the other, accidentally making light gold sparks erupt out of its end. Decidedly, this man had to pay for his performance.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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