Post by almostparis19 on Aug 22, 2012 15:33:40 GMT -6
Username: almostparis19
Character: Victorine Delavent
Age: 26
Date of Birth: May 2
Gender: Very Female
Occupation: Ballerina
Appearance: Victorine’s blue-green eyes have a certain spark of life in them. When you look, you’ll see they possess a twinkle, one that makes it seem like she manages to find everything humorous in some way or another. She stands at an aesthetically pleasing 5’7”, her dark blonde hair falling just past her shoulders. With a delicate build, she is light on her feet.
Personality: Though Victorine is easy on the eyes, she is a bit rough on the heart. She’s the type of girl that enjoys teasing and flirting with men. But don’t let her charm fool you--she’s not as easy as she may seem; every cell of that dainty body packs a certain amount of attitude. Though that may be what makes her a heart breaker, it’s also what made her so successful….however, it also adds quite a bit of a temper that, unfortunately, presents itself frequently.
Don’t you dare take her for a ditzy blonde, though. She may give that illusion, but she’ll set you straight within a few moments of talking to her.
She knows she’s beautiful, but it’s not her fault. In order to cope with such a “heavy burden”, she decided to just show that off whenever the opportunity presents itself. Going from man to man is a way of life for her, but when she truly loves someone, her relationship with that person isn’t nearly as transient. She’s a loyal friend, and holds the important relationships almost to a sacred level. Get to know her in the way she wishes, and she is possibly the nicest person you’ll meet. Approach her the way a man typically will, and she’ll tease you before viciously taking you down.
History: Growing up in Meudon, Victorine was relatively familiar with Parisian life. Several of her earliest childhood memories are of day trips to the City of Lights with her parents and younger sister, Dominique. In fact, at the age of three, she was taken to see a ballet at the world famous Opera Populaire. Fascinated by the beauty of the ballerinas, and the magic of the dance and music, when she returned to Meudon, it was all she talked about for months on end. That was when her parents decided it was time to sign her up for classes. But Victorine wasn’t satisfied. She grew bored with the fundamentals, wanting so badly to do the fancy routines of the ballerinas she saw on stage. There came a time when she begged her parents to take her out of the “pointless, stupid” classes, but they insisted that “that the only way to get what you want is to start at the bottom and work your way up.” So she did as she was told, and quickly progressed through the classes. As soon as she would finally find her niche, she would be progressed to the next level, having to climb back up the social ladder. But her passion for dance and the memory of that one ballet in Paris kept her from quitting. The only place she fit in was school. Coming from a wealthy family, she and Dominique were sent to the best school possible. She was happy with her small, tight group of friends. That was, until she turned thirteen. Her sudden, newfound popularity was a strange, awkward experience. Her male friends wanted more than friendships, her female friends grew jealous. There were now new people in her life; girls that wanted to be popular by association, girls that she didn’t know that saw her as an enemy, guys who wanted to get close to her. She shunned them all, wanting her old friends back. From an outsider’s eye, she seemed like a stuck up, pretty girl, so she figured she had better fit their expectations.
She threw herself into her dancing and became very close to her sister at this time. Dominique became her only friend, despite the six year age difference. But Victorine knew that one day, Dominique would be where she was one day.
In the meantime, Victorine continued dancing and became exceptional at it. She suffered through high school silently, preferring to put up a façade of resident b*tch than potentially make matters worse by speaking up.
She made her way out of school alive, and went to an art conservatory to further her training in ballet. It was during her two years at the conservatory when she met Louis Baudin, a clarinet student. He was possibly the first man she met in her womanhood who only wanted friendship. It was a wonderful relationship, even if the handsome rocker was a perfect foil to Victorine. They became best friends. It was after a spur-of-the-moment kiss one night after a performance of hers that they started dating. The courtship lasted for a year, and then Louis proposed. Victorine, naturally, said yes. They were to be married six months later.
But life seemed to have its own plans, as did death. Not five weeks before they were to be married, Louis, on a bike ride from a club he was playing at one night, was hit by a large truck. Louis hadn’t been seen by the driver. The driver, being the only one on the road, called paramedics. Victorine was called, and she spent every night next to her comatose fiancé, holding his hands, mopping up his wounds. Then, one night, the doctor came in and told her of her loss.
Victorine had never cried so much in her life.
But that was five years ago. Since then, she believes she has proved her theory that all men (except Louis) are the same. She’s moved on, but has never forgotten.
AI: Clemence Poesy
Character: Victorine Delavent
Age: 26
Date of Birth: May 2
Gender: Very Female
Occupation: Ballerina
Appearance: Victorine’s blue-green eyes have a certain spark of life in them. When you look, you’ll see they possess a twinkle, one that makes it seem like she manages to find everything humorous in some way or another. She stands at an aesthetically pleasing 5’7”, her dark blonde hair falling just past her shoulders. With a delicate build, she is light on her feet.
Personality: Though Victorine is easy on the eyes, she is a bit rough on the heart. She’s the type of girl that enjoys teasing and flirting with men. But don’t let her charm fool you--she’s not as easy as she may seem; every cell of that dainty body packs a certain amount of attitude. Though that may be what makes her a heart breaker, it’s also what made her so successful….however, it also adds quite a bit of a temper that, unfortunately, presents itself frequently.
Don’t you dare take her for a ditzy blonde, though. She may give that illusion, but she’ll set you straight within a few moments of talking to her.
She knows she’s beautiful, but it’s not her fault. In order to cope with such a “heavy burden”, she decided to just show that off whenever the opportunity presents itself. Going from man to man is a way of life for her, but when she truly loves someone, her relationship with that person isn’t nearly as transient. She’s a loyal friend, and holds the important relationships almost to a sacred level. Get to know her in the way she wishes, and she is possibly the nicest person you’ll meet. Approach her the way a man typically will, and she’ll tease you before viciously taking you down.
History: Growing up in Meudon, Victorine was relatively familiar with Parisian life. Several of her earliest childhood memories are of day trips to the City of Lights with her parents and younger sister, Dominique. In fact, at the age of three, she was taken to see a ballet at the world famous Opera Populaire. Fascinated by the beauty of the ballerinas, and the magic of the dance and music, when she returned to Meudon, it was all she talked about for months on end. That was when her parents decided it was time to sign her up for classes. But Victorine wasn’t satisfied. She grew bored with the fundamentals, wanting so badly to do the fancy routines of the ballerinas she saw on stage. There came a time when she begged her parents to take her out of the “pointless, stupid” classes, but they insisted that “that the only way to get what you want is to start at the bottom and work your way up.” So she did as she was told, and quickly progressed through the classes. As soon as she would finally find her niche, she would be progressed to the next level, having to climb back up the social ladder. But her passion for dance and the memory of that one ballet in Paris kept her from quitting. The only place she fit in was school. Coming from a wealthy family, she and Dominique were sent to the best school possible. She was happy with her small, tight group of friends. That was, until she turned thirteen. Her sudden, newfound popularity was a strange, awkward experience. Her male friends wanted more than friendships, her female friends grew jealous. There were now new people in her life; girls that wanted to be popular by association, girls that she didn’t know that saw her as an enemy, guys who wanted to get close to her. She shunned them all, wanting her old friends back. From an outsider’s eye, she seemed like a stuck up, pretty girl, so she figured she had better fit their expectations.
She threw herself into her dancing and became very close to her sister at this time. Dominique became her only friend, despite the six year age difference. But Victorine knew that one day, Dominique would be where she was one day.
In the meantime, Victorine continued dancing and became exceptional at it. She suffered through high school silently, preferring to put up a façade of resident b*tch than potentially make matters worse by speaking up.
She made her way out of school alive, and went to an art conservatory to further her training in ballet. It was during her two years at the conservatory when she met Louis Baudin, a clarinet student. He was possibly the first man she met in her womanhood who only wanted friendship. It was a wonderful relationship, even if the handsome rocker was a perfect foil to Victorine. They became best friends. It was after a spur-of-the-moment kiss one night after a performance of hers that they started dating. The courtship lasted for a year, and then Louis proposed. Victorine, naturally, said yes. They were to be married six months later.
But life seemed to have its own plans, as did death. Not five weeks before they were to be married, Louis, on a bike ride from a club he was playing at one night, was hit by a large truck. Louis hadn’t been seen by the driver. The driver, being the only one on the road, called paramedics. Victorine was called, and she spent every night next to her comatose fiancé, holding his hands, mopping up his wounds. Then, one night, the doctor came in and told her of her loss.
Victorine had never cried so much in her life.
But that was five years ago. Since then, she believes she has proved her theory that all men (except Louis) are the same. She’s moved on, but has never forgotten.
AI: Clemence Poesy
