| Apr 29, 2012 11:09:36 GMT -5 |
Post by ele on Apr 29, 2012 11:09:36 GMT -5
ANGELIQUE (ÎLE DE LA RÉUNION) LEBEAU
you can't deny you're looking for the sunset !
you can't deny you're looking for the sunset !
I Feel Like We're Summoning The Devil
Nickname/Alias: Angel or Odette
Gender: female
Character Type: Country
Country or Country of Origin: île de la Réunion de France [Réunion Island is its own country, but follows the same law and legislation as France
Canon or Original: Originale~
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When I look into all of your stupid faces
I think how fun it will be to pound them into dust
Hair: bright red (not her natural colour, needless to say- her natural colour is dark brown)
Height and Weight: 5' 3" in height, about one hundred and eleven pounds in weight
Other Distinguishing Features: definitely her hair colour
Overall Appearance: Do not be fooled- though Angel looks cute and angelic, standing at a short height for a girl and looking rather small-boned and weak, she could easily bring you down in a fight. She's a girl of the island and acts as such. You can tell that she's a tomboy from the way she dresses, as she's always wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top or t-shirt, and never dresses up, even to go to important meetings. That, and her hair is cut in a choppy, short style so that it doesn't get in the way. The last time Angel's hair was long was when she was just a small child. So overall, her appearance reflects her personality, definitely.
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Man up or I'll beat you with my peace prize!
Dislikes: being underestimated, being called a child, cold weather, snow, rain
Strengths: fishing, swimming, fearless (mostly), singing, creativity, fighting/combat, extremely resilient
Weaknesses: immature, naïve, 'colourful' language, reckless, unmindful, undisciplined, arrogant
Fears: spiders, weakness
Secrets: she's absolutely terrified of spiders. Sure, she'll go swimming with giant sharks and play with poisonous snakes, but spiders? She practically passes out if she sees one.
Any Quirks/Habits: getting into trouble is definitely a habit for her. She tends to get into trouble even when she doesn't mean to. Usually she means to, but, you know.
Overall Personality: Angelique is a fighter. She's the type of person that would take on a dare no matter how horrifying (she swims in shark-infested waters in her free time, I mean come on, people) and has a massive amount of stubbornness and pride to boot. She's extremely friendly and kindhearted, but she also loves to pull pranks on people, which usually end up badly. She's very resilient, which can easily be proven if one takes a look through her history below.
The problem with any good trait or talent that she has is that she's also very arrogant at times and likes to brag when she's won at something. She really does love to win. As strange as it may sound, or unfitting, rather, Angel is probably the least angelic person you could meet. In fact, she's quite devious. She's very good at coming up with the most obscure possible battle plans or ideas so that no one can ever figure out what she's thinking, both a good and bad thing.
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I'm the hero!
[li] discovered by Portuguese explorers in 1507
[/li][li] captured/claimed by France in 1642
[/li][li] was named Île Bourbon in 1649
[/li][li] was beginning to be colonized in 1665
[/li][li] renamed Réunion in 1793
[/li][li] during Napoleon's reign it was named Île Bonaparte
[/li][li] after his reign it was renamed to Íle Bourbon, and stayed this way until the fall of the house of Bourbon during the French Revolution in 1848
[/li][li] when the house of Bourbon fell, it was renamed Réunion again
[/li][li] from about the 17th-19th centuries there was immigration from many places, including France, China, and India, making it very diverse on the island as far as ethnicity and religion
[/li][li] in WWII, Réunion was captured by the French Vichy Regime, which sided with the Axis Powers, but was regained by the Free French forces
[/li][li] after this, Réunion became an overseas department of France, essentially its own country but still abiding by France's laws (kind of like a state in the USA)
[/li][li] in the early 21st century Réunion was hit with the disease chikungunya, which is spread by mosquitoes; however, even though 250,000 people were afflicted with the disease, barely anyone died, showing how resilient Réunion is. The entire epidemic lasted only about a year.
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You've got it backwards! Backwards!
Hurry up and throw it! If you don't hurry up and throw it, you'll go "boom"!
((a sample from a harry potter site I'm on, if that's okay))
Bellatrix let out a snarl when she saw how indifferent Abigail was. Maybe the girl wasn't scared after all and maybe she really was indifferent to the whole thing, uncaring, and most of all, defiant. But if that were true, then it only made Bellatrix more angry at Abigail, and more apt to stretch out her torture. She made several more slashes with her wand, one very close to Abigail's neck, but not quite, and relished in the sight of blood. However she couldn't rid herself of the disappointment that surrounded her when there was a lack of screaming. She was wishing for more retaliation; at this point even more defiance would be welcome, for it would make Bella even more happy to kill her and to torture her.
With a swipe of her wand, Bellatrix had sent a wave of the cruciatus curse toward the girl, hoping to see her writhing in pain. "Who said I'd started?" she cackled, "Would the strong ickle girlie really like to know what pain feels like?" she said in her usual taunting baby voice, which she used almost subconsciously when dealing with victims, especially younger victims. "Trying to act all tough for her daddy...." she added, flicking her wand upward again. If she knew anything about torture, it was that the more you meant it, the more the cruciatus curse affected your victims. And oh, did she mean it. She meant it all right, and she wanted to cause the most pain possible toward this stupid, ignorant, arrogant girl.
"Girlie and daddy don't get along? Daddy will be happy and giving a thank-you, too, then." she said with an ominous whisper and even a slight laugh, wand still pointed directly at Abigail while she watched the body convulse with the curse. It was her favourite curse, or one of them. She had plenty of ways to torture people, but this was by far one of the best and the most efficient. The most amusing way was when she didn't have to question said person so that she could merely listen to their screams and enjoy them without pausing and waiting for an answer as she'd sometimes had to do. But this girl... she wasn't giving that pleasure to Bellatrix. Not yet. But she would, in due time. She would. Bellatrix would make sure of it.
It was true, Bellatrix was quite aware of the relationship between the Carlisles. Or what was the relationship between them... now that she'd had the pleasure of killing one and was about to enjoy killing the other, the relationship was really quite nonexistent. But either way, despite the relationship being what it was, Bellatrix still considered the Carlisles to be one and the same. They were both an immense hassle to the other death eaters, and though Bellatrix normally didn't care about anyone's well-being, she did care about the well being of the Dark Lord. And she felt as if that stupid, useless Carlisle family was at fault for everything, and that they were just detrimental to anything that the Dark Lord wanted to have done. And so, what more use were they? None. Especially not this soft girl. Therefore, she'd just have to kill her and get her out of the way for good.
Bellatrix could easily sense the pain that Abigail was in, and it made her ecstatic to hear the groans escaping the girl, though they weren't screams as she'd hoped. She was upset that Abigail was acting or trying to act so indifferent to the pain, especially since she knew how much pain the girl must be in. That stupid girl. This particular form of torture was getting boring; it was time to resort to different kinds. Dammit, she wanted to hear her scream.
"Girlie doesn't need to be impressed." Bellatrix laughed menacingly, sending one more wave of pain through Abigail before lowering her wand slightly. She put it into her other hand and drew her favourite knife from the spot that it was placed, hidden, in her dress. She really did love that knife; there was so much pain that came with it. She walked to the crumpled form that she'd left there, watching the shallow breathing brought on by the cruciatus curse, and then yanked Abigail's arm roughly, forcing her to stand. Bellatrix stood behind her, tracing lines on the girl's neck with her knife, only forcing small amounts of blood to pour from her. She cut a thick lock of hair from Abigail's head while doing so, and dropped it in front of the girl's eyes, whispering, "What would your precious daddy do now that his wittle girl was in trouble, and he wasn't there to cause it?"
Oh, yes. Bellatrix was quite enjoying this; she knew one way or another, when causing pain to this girl, she'd be happy. Admittedly, she'd be much more so if she could get a scream or two out of her, tears, maybe. But honestly... the torture was quite enough.
With a swipe of her wand, Bellatrix had sent a wave of the cruciatus curse toward the girl, hoping to see her writhing in pain. "Who said I'd started?" she cackled, "Would the strong ickle girlie really like to know what pain feels like?" she said in her usual taunting baby voice, which she used almost subconsciously when dealing with victims, especially younger victims. "Trying to act all tough for her daddy...." she added, flicking her wand upward again. If she knew anything about torture, it was that the more you meant it, the more the cruciatus curse affected your victims. And oh, did she mean it. She meant it all right, and she wanted to cause the most pain possible toward this stupid, ignorant, arrogant girl.
"Girlie and daddy don't get along? Daddy will be happy and giving a thank-you, too, then." she said with an ominous whisper and even a slight laugh, wand still pointed directly at Abigail while she watched the body convulse with the curse. It was her favourite curse, or one of them. She had plenty of ways to torture people, but this was by far one of the best and the most efficient. The most amusing way was when she didn't have to question said person so that she could merely listen to their screams and enjoy them without pausing and waiting for an answer as she'd sometimes had to do. But this girl... she wasn't giving that pleasure to Bellatrix. Not yet. But she would, in due time. She would. Bellatrix would make sure of it.
It was true, Bellatrix was quite aware of the relationship between the Carlisles. Or what was the relationship between them... now that she'd had the pleasure of killing one and was about to enjoy killing the other, the relationship was really quite nonexistent. But either way, despite the relationship being what it was, Bellatrix still considered the Carlisles to be one and the same. They were both an immense hassle to the other death eaters, and though Bellatrix normally didn't care about anyone's well-being, she did care about the well being of the Dark Lord. And she felt as if that stupid, useless Carlisle family was at fault for everything, and that they were just detrimental to anything that the Dark Lord wanted to have done. And so, what more use were they? None. Especially not this soft girl. Therefore, she'd just have to kill her and get her out of the way for good.
Bellatrix could easily sense the pain that Abigail was in, and it made her ecstatic to hear the groans escaping the girl, though they weren't screams as she'd hoped. She was upset that Abigail was acting or trying to act so indifferent to the pain, especially since she knew how much pain the girl must be in. That stupid girl. This particular form of torture was getting boring; it was time to resort to different kinds. Dammit, she wanted to hear her scream.
"Girlie doesn't need to be impressed." Bellatrix laughed menacingly, sending one more wave of pain through Abigail before lowering her wand slightly. She put it into her other hand and drew her favourite knife from the spot that it was placed, hidden, in her dress. She really did love that knife; there was so much pain that came with it. She walked to the crumpled form that she'd left there, watching the shallow breathing brought on by the cruciatus curse, and then yanked Abigail's arm roughly, forcing her to stand. Bellatrix stood behind her, tracing lines on the girl's neck with her knife, only forcing small amounts of blood to pour from her. She cut a thick lock of hair from Abigail's head while doing so, and dropped it in front of the girl's eyes, whispering, "What would your precious daddy do now that his wittle girl was in trouble, and he wasn't there to cause it?"
Oh, yes. Bellatrix was quite enjoying this; she knew one way or another, when causing pain to this girl, she'd be happy. Admittedly, she'd be much more so if she could get a scream or two out of her, tears, maybe. But honestly... the torture was quite enough.
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I Summon thee from far away lands, come forth!
You called?
Timezone: eastern united states
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