Post by Morelle Couture-Desrosiers on May 30, 2016 0:14:35 GMT -5
Morelle Amélie Couture-Desrosiers
CHARACTER;;
Play-By: Original art by player
Theme Song: C'mon by Panic! At The Disco with fun.
Name: Morelle Amélie Couture-Desrosiers
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Vampyre-Dhamphir
Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual
Nationality: Etretat, France
Marital Status: Single
PHYSICAL;;
Description: Morelle is in many ways a picture of grace. Her form is slender and somewhat willowy. The way she moves in space often appears as if she were gliding or floating. Morelle is incredibly pale; it would not be an understatement or lie to say her skin produces no melanin at all. Her wavy, white blonde hair styled asymmetrically, the right side and back are cut close like a pixie cut while in the left has long poofy bangs. A curved, hawklike nose lies between her saucer eyes which are a deep wine color. Her lips are thin, but sharply defined. Displaying her heritage, her ears have a slight point to them and her top canines are about a half inch longer and sharper than the average human’s. Her eyebrows are meticulously maintained with an upward turn. Her chin comes to a smooth point, which combined with her distinct widow’s peak gives her a heart shaped face. Generally her facial structure is set high, and is very sharp, and her frame is somewhat birdlike, weighing in at only 115 lbs at 5’6” in height.
Weapons: Claws
Apparel: Morelle wears a very avant garde dress made of a dull, heavy weight satin with a color gradient from a steel blue to red starting at the skirt. Pleats and folds are central to the design. The top of the dress is made of two pleated bands of fabric which attach to a golden collar on her neck creating a halter style V neckline. The waist folds in over the top from both directions to cling close to the waist, and is layered over itself with the top layer clipped on to the bottom layer at two points. Under the dress she wears a simple black knit sleeveless shirt. The skirt of the dress opens in a widening slit at the front revealing a pair of black twill trousers with only one full leg, the other leg ends at the top of the thigh. Morelle completes the ensemble with a pair of simple black flats. Occasionally Morelle adds a red and black mantle with a large hood, or a wide brimmed hat to keep the sun out of her face. She often accessorizes with an assortment of gold rings on all of her fingers. She wears a silver shadow on her eyes, and a red lipstick.
Vehicle: n/a
Other: n/a
Stats:
Strength – 6
Speed – 4
Intelligence – 5
Endurance - 4
Agility – 6
Skills:
Innate: Blood of the Dhamphir
Purchased:
Heal:
Level 1: Light Heal
Level 2: Moderate Heal
Level 3: Intense Heal
Mesmerize
Level 1: Mesmerize
MENTAL;;
Personality: Morelle is aloof and detached out of a necessity she perceives. She fears that she might be a danger to her peers by her nature, and tries to avoid becoming too close to them. In moments when she doesn’t put up her walls or something takes them down she is a warm and bubbly person. She is genuinely enthusiastic about the things she enjoys, when she engages she does so wholeheartedly and with an incredible energy. When the moment strikes she can even be giggly. Babies are a terrible weakness for Morelle, and she cannot help but coo at any she sees. There are ways in which she is incredibly French, with a reserved and somewhat standoffish behavior. She can have a rather cynical world view at times, leading to occasional pessimistic, or even fatalistic, judgments. Her cynicism expresses itself most in her sense of humor. Morelle has a dry and even occasionally macabre sense of humor. Morelle has some anxiety and her fear of her nature stems from and feeds into it. Morelle holds a degree of animosity to the evil forces in the world, mostly from fear she might become one of them.
Morelle has a tendency to be a little terse in conversation and interaction with others. She carries a good deal of pretension, even without intending to, and this occasionally emerges in her dealings with others. Both of these are things she might normally try to remedy these situations, and put of a more friendly air in conversation she found them helpful in maintaining her detachment.
Likes:
- Architecture
- Literature
- Sardonic Humor
- Young Children
- Flowers
Dislikes:
- Deliberate Malice
- Bigotry
- Cheap Chocolate
Obsession: Becoming a Famous Architect
Phobia: Dystychiphobia- Fear of accidents. (particularly accidents where others are harmed in Morelle's case)
Alignment: Good
Disposition to the Law: Chaotic
PAST;;
History: Morelle’s story began one night in the north of France as the stars crossed as two people met, and fell immediately and deeply in love. Lucien Desrosiers a florist and Marie Couture an aspiring journalist, the two developed a deep and caring relationship over the span of almost a year. They were that close to tying the knot, but the night he meant to ask he vanished. A hastily scrawled note explained that he truly did love her, and left only because he had to for her safety. He had left before Marie had the chance to tell him they were expecting.
Morelle was a quiet infant from day one, alarmingly so to the delivery room nurses who were thrown into a panic as they tried to insure that the child was in fact alive. The fuss seemed to upset her and she began to cry; only comforted when finally in her mother’s arms. The infant had still more surprises in store as she began teething far earlier than usual, her sharp canines coming through first, and while her mother was glad to see her settle quickly into a regular sleep schedule, she had to break it and retrain her to sleep at night. When Morelle was nursing her sharp teeth would often break her mother's skin and draw blood.
As a baby Morelle was playful, but despite that her cuts and scrapes always knit up quickly she was often exhausted. Morelle was prone to rashes and would even burn terribly if she was in sunlight for any extended period of time. Marie was worried by this but at first, but waited hoping everything wouold sort itself out as Morelle grew up. When Marie started weaning Morelle these conditions worsened. Morelle grew terribly ill.
Marie was worried by this development and took Morelle to her cousin, the doctor, to find out what was wrong with the child. With extensive testing he determined that Morelle was not completely human. Combined with her symptoms, the new information from the test determined the girl was half-vampire, by her father. The two decided to keep it from her until she was ready and would understand. Until then she was “diagnosed” with a rare blood condition that caused anemia and photosensativity among other things, to be treated with regular blood transfusions.
This diagnosis became a useful tool allowing Marie to get accommodations for Morelle that let her live a more or less normal life. For much of her early life, Morelle's classes were with a private tutor at night. Marie worked to find ways to get Morelle out into the world with her peers. Eventually, a solution was found , though not a very elegant one as it basically amounted to a large cloak, limited time out in the sun, preferential seating away from windows, and a reliance of Morelle's supernatural healing abilites to pick up the slack. The Northern French climate proved helpful with this, with very few days of strong sunlight in the year.
For ten years, Morelle was successfully kept in the dark about her half-breed nature, until she broke her leg playing with a friend. As her own wound began to set, and even close the large gash on her playmate’s leg drew her in like a moth to a flame. She was almost upon the other child before her mother swooped in and held her back. Morelle was rushed to the practice and given a transfusion. Marie felt Morelle needed the explanation.
Following this revelation, Morelle began to distance herself from her peers for a danger she thought she posed. She built up walls, stopped making new friends, and those she had she slowly broke away from. Morelle cut out any outside activities, the only thing she’d ever do after school a daily market run on her path home. By eleven she had become a recluse. Her mother tried to pull her out of her funk bringing her on vacations where ever she could. For four years the two traveled every couple of months to French hotspots, the Alps, the Riviera, and all sorts of places in between. Nothing worked, and Morelle remained in her deep isolation. She did develop a passion for architecture, and soon her room and incredible free time was filled with blueprints, drafts, and studies of old buildings.
This seemed just to be the order of life as Morelle turned 15. Marie was mostly resigned to this, until that night there was an unexpected knock at the door. Behind it was a very disarranged and worried Lucien. He tried to apologize and explain his hurried departure, but Marie would hear none of it, and brought him inside. There he continued to try to tell his story, explaining to a surprising lack of surprise how he had not been completely honest with her, and how the group he was running from, the UNSAID, wanted him dead or captured.
Marie still did not let him get far, interrupting him to introduce his daughter, who had been lurking out of sight. Lucien was both incredibly excited to meet his child, but also distressed that now his presence had put her in danger as well. He urged Morelle to leave with him as soon as he was recovered and ready, for both her safety and her mother's. She begrudgingly agreed, and the next night they set off. They hopped across France for about a year and a half together, just evading their pursuers. Lucien began to give Morelle a crash course about who and what she was. Their luck had run out after that time, and the two found themselves cornered in Southern France. Lucien made Morelle hide, told her wait some time before returning home to make sure it all died down, and then gave himself up in order to keep her safe. Morelle stayed put until she was sure they believed he had been alone and that they were leaving. She moved to watch them leave, and was relieved to see her father a captive, but alive for at lest the moment. She followed his advice, and began a slow trek back home, doing her best to keep under the radar, with some particular architectural stops on the way.
OTHER;;
Other: Morelle was born on April 30th.
She is right-handed.
Morelle speaks French and English
During her time traveling with her father Morelle became a whorshiper of Anpu Thutmose