Post by NOËLLE APOLLINE GAUTHIER on Mar 7, 2013 18:27:12 GMT -8
NOËLLE apolline GAUTHIER
the danger is i'm dangerous and i might just tear you apart
Full Name :: noëlle apolline gauthier.
Nicknames :: no, and her sire sometimes calls her noelia.
Date of Birth :: sometime in the early fifteenth century.
Physical Age :: twenty.
Mental Age :: over eight hundred.
Species :: vampire.
Ability’s :: n/a.
Height :: four feet, six inches.
Weight ::[/i] one hundred and twenty-two pounds.
Hair ::[/i] brunette.
Eyes ::[/i] crimson.
Play by ::[/i] barbara palvin.
Likes :: {ten minimum}
• parties
• being surrounded by people
• intellectual conversation
• successfully manipulating others
• being admired
• flirting
• lavish gifts
• an expensive lifestyle
• being loved
• fashion
Dislikes :: {ten minimum}
• being told what to do
• judgment
• losing her composure
• getting yelled at
• people underestimating her
• snakes
• lightning
• being struck
• getting stuck alone
• taking responsibility for anything she does wrong
Strenghts :: {two minimum}
• intelligent
• determined
Weaknesses :: {two minimum}
• eager to be loved
• sharp-tongued
Habits/Quirks :: {two minimum}
• biting her lip
• avoiding confrontation
Fears :: {two minimum}
• ending up alone and loveless
• storms
Secrets :: {two minimum}
• caius' abusive tendencies to her
• her fear of storms - it isn't necessarily broadcasted
Personality ::
let's be quite frank, shall we? noëlle isn't the kind of girl that you want to get on the wrong side of. she is all sorts of sweet smiles and fluttering lashes when you first meet her, but her mind is wicked fast at making calculated judgments - any and all friendships are only ever beneficial to her, and her general dislike of her own kind (and of humanity all together) renders her not necessarily friendless but merely distant. don't be mistaken; she is as sociable as any, having developed the taste of a socialite over the course of her eight-hundred year life, but whether or not she is truly your friend - well, that is something she wouldn't tell you if your life depended on it. she would prefer to let you worry and wonder.
that's the kind of girl she is, you know. if you've wronged her, don't expect revenge to come immediately. she likes to let it saturate in your mind - because you know she is going to come after you, but you just don't know when. that way you fret, and you panic, and perhaps that is just the worst kind of revenge possible - never knowing.
all together, noëlle is playful creature. her socialite side is the one that comes out most often, because however uneducated she was as a child is certainly not the case now. she has a natural charisma that comes to play when she bats those lashes and gives you pretty, petal-soft smiles - the kind of charisma that means she'll laugh at your terrible jokes and then tell you how terrible of a joke it was. the lack of filter on this girl has been more often than not a cause for uproar in stuffed-shirt societies in the past, but it hasn't stopped her from just saying whatever comes to mind. it's not that she's tactless, she claims - it's just that she doesn't care.
however, there is another part of noëlle that is rather frequent. she is quick to anger; her furies are often occurring when things don't go her way. she's extremely petty in that sense. in retrospect, she knows that she picks at the tiny things because she is utterly and completely afraid of being happy; she has pursued certain relationships in the past but always made them self-destruct on purpose because she is afraid. she claims it's because she's a raging bitch when she wants to be - which happens to be often, much to the chagrin of her less-cynical acquaintances - but in truth, all of these self-destructive habits tend to stem from her fear of happiness.
Mother ::[/i] a faceless french woman that she never knew.
Father ::[/i] again, a man she doesn't even remember.
Siblings ::[/i] none.
Other important people ::[/i] henri gauthier, the man who adopted her from her parents, and caius, her sire.
History ::[/i]
life begins for noëlle without parents. a child born in the french renaissance without parents is no child at all; and, in fact, noëlle learned very quickly that being a child was likely on the same plane as being dead, and so it's safe to make the assumption that she grew up very fast. yes, no was a somber faced child, the pretty little thing with wide blue eyes that was taken under the care of a man who wasn't even related to her.
lukasz was good to her, in the sense that he fed her and got her educated and kept her safe from harm. he was not particularly warm and loving, but he was the closest thing to a parent that she'd had yet - and that she'd ever have, as the case turned out, though she would never admit this to anybody. in any case, his relationship with her turned out to be inconsequential on the memory front; by the time she was twenty, she had fallen in love with a dark stranger named aleksandr that was willing to give her anything she wanted.
and that's precisely what he did, too. he showered her with gifts, rich, lovely things that she had only imagined existed before. because before, lukasz had kept her fed and warm - but bare minimum at best, while caius was giving her above and beyond. he was the exact thing that she wanted, and before she knew it, she was swept up into his world - quite literally.
lukasz was abandoned. he never heard from no the night she left with aleksandr. that night was the last night that she would ever have a heart beat of her own; aleksandr had been determined to turn her from the moment he'd met her, and now he had the opportunity right in his grasp - why wouldn't he take it, when he had always been the sort of fellow who took advantage of every upper-hand he got? the experience of getting turned was an agonizing one - but she was assured that her agony would not be all in vain. "we'll be together forever, noëlia," he'd murmured against her skin the morning she'd risen from bed a vampire, not a human. "isn't that what you wanted?"
aleksandr had been concerned that the turning had been against her will. he'd been worried she would resent him, and her newborn power would override her common sense - but noëlle had looked at him with a calm gaze and smiled that crooked smile of hers. this was precisely what she'd wanted - a chance at having everything she'd never had. and, for a while, that was exactly what she got from aleksandr.
as she should have known, however, once things get good they always turn sour. and sour would have been the understatement of the year. caius was a loving, attentive sire - her bond with him was stronger than with any other vampire they'd met, because he was the one who gave her this life and claimed that he loved her, more than anything. for the longest time, no matter what he did, she believed him - but caius also had a furious temper that she hadn't seen before he turned her. it was short, and impatient, and violent - a brutal sort of temper that more often than not went off in noëlle's face.
her skin could no longer bruise, but that didn't mean she didn't feel it when he struck her - and she was strong now, confident because of her immortality, but that did not make her invincible to his malicious words. she couldn't tell you how many years the two of them lived like this, dancing around each other with noëlle trying her hardest not to demolish the egg shells she was walking on and aleksandr finding every reason to be mad.
now, she and her sire have moved to forks, stuck in an exhausted bind.
Your name ::[/i] lise!
Age ::[/i] seventeen!
Experience ::[/i] six+ years (i guess)
Have you read the rules ::[/i] musical! BD
Role Play Sample ::[/i]
there were times in her life when she could have gone without the 'teeming life' of the cities. maybe it was just her general distaste for people - she would have been perfectly content to live without people if she didn't need them to sustain her immortal lifestyle. perpetual dependency on someone else wasn't really her thing - it left you trapped, she'd found, backed into a corner - but there were some thing she just wouldn't (and, truth be told, couldn't) go without.
she liked feeling the life at her fingertips, like in this club, but sometimes caring just got to be so exhausting. she wished, at times, that she could apologize for her lack of caring for humanity - but whenever she thought about it, she came to the conclusion that it wasn't really her fault. she hadn't squashed the humanity out of her on purpose. it had happened through a great and terrible series of unfortunate events - the kind that tend to leave a young woman tired beyond her years. tired of everything.
this apathy only hit at times when she let herself stop moving. noëlle was the kind of girl to keep on going - stopping would let those nasty thoughts sink in, but everyone had to do it at some point, and when she did she got a tiny bit melancholic. a tiny bit meant quite a whole lot when you were a vampire, noëlle discovered, because he melancholy felt like it was seeping into the marrow of your bones.
that's why you keep moving, she thought dryly, tracing a pattern on the countertop of the bar, her ruby lips twisting in thought. it was true that sometimes she wondered if caius was truly dead and gone - if perhaps maybe she'd made a mistake in killing him, and he was still out there, searching viciously for her. what would he have done when he realized that she had attempted to kill him and disappeared? would he have been furious? alright, stupid question - of course he would have been mad. he would have been positively brutal.
noëlle was not afraid of many things. but she was afraid of being hunted - and if she stopped moving long enough, the paranoia would start creeping in.
the brunette nearly jumped when she felt her phone vibrate against her side, pulling it out of her coat and grumbling when she saw josef's replying text.
you'd worry for me if i showed up on time.
light laughter bubbled to her lips at that, her eyes rolling affectionately as she typed out an equally quick response.
i'd worry for you if you showed up at all.
setting the phone back down on the table, she swirled a fingertip around the rim of her drink. josef was, perhaps, one of the only vampiric friends that she'd kept after so long - usually she abandoned friends that she'd even considered 'friends' at all. relationships were weighty; they left you buckled and tied down, and that wasn't the way noëlle wanted things to work out. perhaps she would have grown into a different, less calculating person if she hadn't been spooked into submission by a violent and often short-tempered sire; as things were, that was the case, and so this was the life that she was stuck with now.
"milady," a low, rumbling purr greeted, and noëlle let out a little noise of delight when the familiar timbre registered in her mind. it didn't take long. far too impatient for most tastes, she turned in her seat and pressed a darling kiss to both of his cheeks, giving him a smile that she had down to pat - the graceful upturn of her lips in a half-smile, sooty lashes fluttering against the smooth pallor of her cheekbones.
"i'm only forgiving you for your lateness because it gave me a chance to think of all the ways i can make you pay for it," she informed him quite casually, eyeing him out of the corner of her gaze. ah, yes - just as handsome as ever, though she had never expected any less out of him. he was a vampire, after all, and aging must not be brought upon his physical appearance. those were the rules, after all. "assez, though. all of that can be saved for later. how are you? well, i hope - you look well enough."
