Post by Odette on Dec 21, 2015 7:19:02 GMT
Odette Maureen Trompeur
NICKNAME: N/A
GENDER: Female
AGE: 22
RACE: Human
BIRTHDATE: November 5th
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APPEARANCE:
Odette holds an exquisite form of beauty, much that akin to a porcelain doll; with ivory flesh that could make lace appear grimy, soft daffodil-yellow hair, and round, grey eyes that you could swim in. She’s 5’4 and is delicately thin with a long, pale neck, slim hips, nearly flat chest, with a toned definition to all her muscles. Her lips are like red-velvet throw pillows, plush and supple, and her face appears to have been sculpted by marble. A defining feature are her striking, dark eyebrows and innocent appeal.
PERSONALITY: She is a charming young lady with old world sensibilities and a bitter heart. Materialistic and petty, she is a snob in the highest regards. She plays a lover but is a snake at the core.
POSITIVE | NEGATIVE
Charismatic | Rancorous
Ambitious | Snarky
Willful| Secretive
Disciplined | Vain
Charismatic | Rancorous
Ambitious | Snarky
Willful| Secretive
Disciplined | Vain
LIKES:
Cigarettes, Swan Lake, the ballet, the opera, wine, Madame Butterfly, the rain, high end fashion, money, pearls, rubies, opal, jewelry, lilies, babies, coffee and illusions of love.
DISLIKES:
Children, cause for pity, betrayal, mud, roses, poverty, bread, stupidity, and cold meals.
BIOGRAPHY:
Odette was born in 1921 in Paris France, and was led into a privileged life. A younger sister to an aspiring playwright brother, and an up-and-coming bar lounge singer sister, Odette always knew that as a second-born female, she’d have to carve herself a dream of her own if she ever were to receive the limelight in this life.
Since before-but not long after- she could walk, her mother would tote around her sweet daughter like a fashion accessory, dolling her up in expensive gowns and outlandish finery far too grand for one so young, and she quickly learned the role of diamond-encrusted housewife. Dote upon your husband’s every need and make yourself a specimen of beauty and you will have your days of golden glory.
After the novelty of a new babe wore off upon her mama, Odette’s care fell into that of Madame Yvette until she was 10 years of age. From the strict upbringing of the Roman Catholic nanny whom delighted in nothing other than smoking and listening to ballet concerts upon records- specifically Swan Lake -resulted in an unwavering desire to belong to the world of ballet and ultimately perform in the aforementioned transformative piece. Ironically she was named after the Princess Odette in the play, the affection Madame Yvette held for that ballet shook loose upon Odette’s mother et voilà!
She was not untouched by the sparse visits from her mama; wisdom imparted and mainly implanted goes as follows: “Mon petite chérie , have faith in few things : to have a man of strength and value, and may he hold much land and laughter , you must save your face and treat his every whim. Grace and beauty you keep, huh. One day you will govern this world.” , “As woman, it is our duty to serve our husbands, but a mistake not to trip up on is to know we dominate their heart. ”. Lessons learned was grand discipline (she dedicated her life to the rigorous life of a ballerina), to have a guarded heart that lusted for gold and a mighty mirage of self-serving love, and that beauty is a powerful asset. Such views were gained before puberty and already she was molded to devour all.
After many years of success in show business-not only did Odette excel wildly in her field, but soon landed a role amongst the infamous Russian Ballet-, and an array of love affairs that left her a little wealthier and/or wiser after each ending, she met the man her mama had built her for. He was tall, he was chiseled, and he was an Adonis with a rumbling voice and unyielding passion. He killed her with the first look and breathed life into her again with his first words. He was suffocating wealthy, an art collector who was also an inheritor of a once wealthy coal company’s liquidated fortune , and within months they were engaged.
The wedding was a mere week away and Odette was on the last leg of a tour with her ballet company before she took a long break from the stage-to attend to her new husband of course-and had just wrapped up a rehearsal. The lights above burned with a heat that every dancer felt and their beaded faces reflected this and their tremendous effort they had all expended. The violinist’s’ hands quivered, as did all of the orchestra’s members hands as the last note of their piece shivered through the air and the play came to a still. Odette congratulated all her comrades, as was custom, and bid them adieu.
Leaving the studio she breathed in the crisp autumn air and stared upon the sparkling cityscape that was Paris. She hefted the bag of her ballet supplies higher upon her shoulder, and snuggled deeper into her wolf-fur coat as a cold breeze rocked through her slim form. Odette picked up her feet and started for the hotel a few blocks down that she was currently residing at, she didn’t wish to disturb her mother as she was only in Paris again for the night, but was halted when she heard a eerie tune that held a combination of agony and love, all wrapped in as a collection of whispers.
“Allo?” She called to the spotted shadows.
The wind picked up and a flood of the mysterious melody came upon her in response, however it fell away as soon as it had arrived, leaving nothing but a pique of interest. With no real thoughts in mind she turned towards the airflow and followed the sounds for they picked up here and there, directing her, until she came upon an abandoned cellar. Through the cracks in the opening of the cellar, a pulsing cobalt blue luminesce shone out and an insane desire spiked throughout Odette and she simply must open that door.
With steely resolve her hand flung towards the handle and she yanked the door open. Suddenly, her body, mind and vision was enveloped in the light and it exploded in her head so that she fell into an abysses that dissolved all orientation and all meaning. She was nothing, she was everything. The light was her light, the oblivion her oblivion, she swallowed the darkness and that too was her.
INVENTORY:
XWithin a small over-the-shoulder bag : ballet shoes/ribbons, chalk, bandages, pink leotard, pink tutu, cigarette holder + cigarettes, book of matches, and a golden hand mirror.
X Black shoes with stubby heels, long slim dress with fur trim, sheer shoulders and a lace collar, pillbox hat with veil, and gigantic wolf fur coat.
COMBAT: Not entirely combat skills but is incredibly agile, incredible amount of stamina, and eerily graceful.
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FAMILY:
Father – Maurice Trompeur- uknown
Mother – Belinda Trompeur- unknown
Siblings – Brother: Francis Trompeur-unknown, sister: Georgette Trompeur-deceased.
RELATIONSHIP: Engaged
EXTRA: Due to a mutation at birth, her eyes are just slightly bulbous creating a nature “doe-eye” effect that results in her eyesight being beyond that of perfect for humans (20x20) and is instead at 30x30 allowing “super vision” qualifying in as faster and more defined focus rate, colour perception ( ability to see colours that humans can’t) and can perceive distances farther than that of mundane capacity.
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