Post by Evangeline Delilah LaFleur on Oct 26, 2010 15:43:11 GMT -7
EVANGELINE DELILAH LA FLEUR
"Where I come from
You learn to make the best of things.
And since we met
You know you've had the best of me."
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Evangeline Delilah LaFleur
Nickname(s): Eve, Lena
Gender: female
Age: sixteen
Birthdate: August 20, 1994
Sexuality: heterosexual
Reincarnate: no
I am: n/a
Played By: evanna lynch
Grade: junior
Boarding: no
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'0"
Weight: 108 lbs
Eye Color: silvery-blue
Hair Color: white-blonde
Build: slimshady
Scars: one hidden in her hair on the left side of her head and one on her upper right arm. both came from a car accident she was in as a child
Piercings/Tattoos: ears and the left side of her nose. no tattoos
Personal Style:
Lena wears whatever is comfortable for her. That basically means all year (but summer) she wears her knock off uggs or boots of some sort, jeans, a sweatshirt and a t-shirt. In summer, she might swap her jeans for shorts and wear flip flops with a plaid shirt and a t-shirt beneath it. Lena has a LOT of band t-shirts from all the concerts she's been to and she wears rubber bracelets with her clothes.
Lena likes odd accessories. Sometimes she'll make them, other times, she'll buy them. She's been known to wear feathers in her long, white-blond hair. She doesn't go into crazy detail with her makeup and she's always wearing some form of earrings and her nose stud.
Appearance: Evangeline is a short girl and she's unfortunately done growing. She's thin with delicate limbs, but she has good, strong legs. Her breasts and other curves arm just right for her body type, though she sometimes wishes her breasts would be bigger.
Lena has long white-blonde hair. Like, really long, white blonde hair. Her aunt wishes Lena would get a haircut, but Lena like her hair long, wavy and blonde. She doesn't really do much in terms of playing with her hair. She likes to let it hang though sometimes she'll braid it. Sometimes she'll wear white or tan feathers in her hair, whether it's braided or just hanging.
She also has wide, silvery-blue eyes. Everything Lena is feeling can be seen through her eyes. She has a little nose and a small set of lips. Her face is round and her skin is almost as white as her hair, no matter how she tries to tan.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: smoothies, teddy bears, snow, fruits, veggies, tofu, laughing, guys that can make her laugh, unique accessories, flowers, kids, playing guitar, her hair, rain, sun, hot chocolate, boots, flip flops, horses, rabbits, organic food, the legend of zelda, boy bands from the 90's (don't judge), donuts, pictures, techno, The Maine, John O'Callaghan, Pat Kirch, Garrett Nickelsen, playing with makeup, singing, concerts, walking
Dislikes: being clumsy, meat, metal music, litter, her high pitched voice, sand, wind, coffee, math, clowns, depressing movies, extreme heat, rap, extreme cold, being shut in on nice days, being so short, being alone, cars, peanut butter, being called Evangeline
Dreams: to become a model despite being "vertically challenged". but if she can't, she'd like to be a singer. she'd also love to meet The Maine
Fears: losing loved ones, heights, Amaxophobia and definitely Arachibutyrophobia. definitely.
Habits/Hobbies: playing guitar, singing, playing with makeup, taking pictures, listening to the maine, stuttering when she's nervous, being clumsy, taking care of animals, taking care of the horses at the stables.
Secret(s): you know that scene in the breakfast club where molly ringwald puts on her lipgloss with her breasts? ...yeah. lena can do that
Personality:
Lena is a very outgoing girl. At concerts, she'll easily make friends with the person next to her in the line or crowd. She has a contagious smile that she's almost always wearing. She's not afraid to talk to anyone and Lena doesn't suffer from stage fright when it's her alone on stage with a guitar.
She's also a very loving girl. Lena has a huge heart and she absolutely adores animals. She's a pretty strict vegetarian (she was vegan once, but she missed the taste of real milk and then she found out chickens naturally lay eggs) and she spends a lot of time caring for animals of all kind, from rabbits to horses. She cares for people as much as she cares for animals. Give her 100 bucks dedicated to spending on merch and send her out to the Rave West Wisconsin Avenue in Milwaukee for a concert and she'll come back with no merch and no money because she spent it all on the homeless people around buying them meals at McDonalds. This, however, can also lead to Lena being a bit of a push over. She doesn't really know how to say 'no' and even if she did, she wouldn't. She feels awful if she ever has to tell someone no and she often lives to please other people.
She writes a lot of songs and makes her own jewelry. Clearly, Lena is a very creative person. She doesn't buy her own costumes for Halloween or Homecoming. She makes them all herself. She's skilled with a thread and needle, a glue gun and a paint brush. Why spend a ton of money when you can reap the fruits of your own labor? All of Lena's songs and poems are original compositions. She does do cover songs, but she has over 100 original songs that she wrote from ages 7 to now, at 16.
She also has a nerdy side. Ask her something about The Legend of Zelda. Go ahead. Ask her. She'll have a detailed answer. Lena's like a walking encyclopedia for The Legend of Zelda, Lord of the Rings and The Maine. It's kind of weird that she can remember all of that random knowledge because...Lena sometimes fits the stereotype for a ditzy blond quite well. She isn't always the sharpest tool in the shed. Lena's book smart. She's a straight A student. However, in common sense, Lena sometimes falls short. However, she isn't annoyingly stupid. Most of the time, she's cute-stupid. Naive is probably a better word to describe her.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Bethany Ann, 37 when she died
Father: Christopher Joseph, 37 when he died
Siblings: nope
Other: Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Hayes - pretty much her parents
Nevaeh, Jack, Carly and Archie - her cousins and pretty much her siblings. Nevaeh's 19, Jack is 18, Carly is 13 and Archie is 2.
Pets: her pet rabbit midna
Hometown: Port Washington, Wisconsin
History:
Beth Floading and Chris La Fleur were childhood sweet hearts back in good ol' Port Washington. They went to Lincoln Elementary school, Thomas Jefferson Middle School and eventually, Port Washington High School. They always had classes together and starts at their days in TJ, people just knew that the two were going to be married one day. However, that didn't seem likely when Chris was accepted at a school in Boston for Law and Beth was headed to the University of Stephen's Point. Chris made Beth a promise on the day he moved away. "I'll come back to you," He said before kissing her on the cheek and getting in his car and leaving.
Years passed. Chris became a successful lawyer. Beth became a music teacher at Saukville elementary, not too far from her home in Port Washington. Years passed and Beth figured Chris had forgotten about her. However, one day — the day before Christmas break, actually — a tall, handsome man with silvery-blue eyes and white-blond hair walked into Beth's class. He was wearing a tailored suit and an expensive coat over his suit. He smiled at the young teacher as he said, "I told you I'd come back to you, baby."
Beth and Chris La Fleur were married not long after his return to Port Washington and the opening of his very own law firm in Milwaukee. They bought a nice, two-story home in a subdivision close to the heart of Port Washington. When they were thirty, they welcomed their little girl, Evangeline Delilah into the world. She looked just like her daddy with her fair hair, skin and silvery-blue eyes.
Lena was showered with love by her parents. In the summers, her mom out take her to play with other kids on the beach in Port Washington and in one or Port Washington's many parks. In the winter, she played in the snow with her dad, making snow men and snow angels. Her dad would buy her sweets or small toys from time to time. He loved to make his baby girl smile. And Lena loved them in return. They were the cutest, happiest family you'd ever seen. They were just like the ones on TV. They lived comfortably, their neighbors were nice and they even loved Wisconsin.
But this picture perfect life was shattered when Lena was seven years old. Beth, Chris, and Lena were on their way home from a family Christmas get together. It was snowing badly, but they still ventured out for two reasons:
1) Beth's brother Hayes had come up from North Carolina with his wife and kids and he usually avoided Wisconsin like a plague.
2) It's Wisconsin. Driving in snow is no big deal...
...Normally. It was dark when the La Fleurs were heading home. The snow was bad. The roads were slick. Chris didn't see the black ice and the on coming car couldn't hit it's breaks in time. The windows shattered and Lena hit her head and blacked out. When she woke up, she was in a hospital and her parents were dead.
When Uncle Hayes and Aunt Cheryl went back to North Carolina, they took little Evangeline with them as the newest edition to her family. At first, Lena kept quiet. She wasn't a fan of the new change and she was still mourning over her parents. To express herself and her pain, Lena began to write poetry. One day, her cousin Nevaeh found the 7-year-old's poems and was impressed. She asked Lena if she'd ever written a song before. Lena said no and that she didn't know how to play an instrument. Nevaeh responded by getting out her guitar and composing the 7-year-old's poem and then teaching Lena how to play and sing it.
And so her music career began. Armed with a pen and a guitar, Lena composed all of her feelings and eventually, she became her happy self again. In middle school, she participated in a lot of talent shows and played open mic nights at local family restaurants. Her sound was similar to the Beatles and "Pretty. Odd."-era Panic at the Disco since that's what Nevaeh listened too. But in the summer before her freshman year...
...to put it in Lena's words, "she finally heard the God of music".
The Maine.
The. Maine.
Pat Kirch.
Jared Monaco.
Kennedy Brock.
Garrett Nickelsen.
John Cornelius O'Callaghan V.
The Maine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lena's favorite band, hands down. They had just released their first CD, "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" and she listened to it on repeat all summer. She went out and got their EPs. She pulled some strings and illegally downloaded 'Daisy'. She fell in love with that band and because of them, she was exposed to other wonders such as All Time Low, Forever the Sickest Kids, Boys Like Girls, Fall Out Boy...the list goes on. And in her pop-punk rebellion, Lena decided she wanted her nose pierced. Auntie Cheryl and Uncle Hayes said no...
...So Lena asked Jack to do it for her with a needle.
When Lena was 15, she got her nose pierced and a few weeks later, it got infected. However, when it was healed, she was allowed to get it redone professionally. Lena began to attend more and more concerts with her cousins and eventually, she landed herself a couple jobs opening for some of those bands when they're doing smaller shows.
...Still no luck with The Maine, though. She got to see them live, but not meet them...
Perhaps this year would be different.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Morgan Freeman (read that in a russian accent. be sure to roll the 'r's )
Other Characters: jennah, talia, hayden and robyn. i'll make another guy charrie eventually.
Age: 16
Time Zone: central
Post Sample:
Makoto and Lisa cut Jennah off from Bhuvan and Latika. She wasn't allowed to speak with the people that had been more like parents to her than her real parents were. They didn't want her to bask in the days of when she was an "animal" (at least, that's how they put it). They also didn't want her using her name 'Jennah' any longer. She was to be known as Ami Xi...since that was apparently her real name. It broke Jennah's - or Ami's - heart to have to tell Bhuvan and Latika to step out of her life. But what could she do?
What hurt even worse, though, was when they forbade her from speaking with her beloved, Iskander Azizi. Her parents didn't like him because of his ethnicity and because he was something that represented her old life. Her old life was over. It'd like she'd been reincarnated again...but this time into a world with no color.
They were cutting her off from anything she used to be and slowly, she began to lose herself...and not in the way Eminem raps about. Jennah was forgetting she was Jennah. She became Ami. And why not? She was cut off from everything and mocked in her private school every single day. What part of Jennah was left for her to hold onto? She became Ami, a submissive and painfully shy, quiet girl who never smiled. There was no light in her eyes of life in her voice.
What was there to smile about anyway? What good was there in the world? If there was a God, then surely he was dead!
She missed him. She missed him terribly. Sometimes, when she knew everyone was sleeping, she'd take her sword out of hiding and hold then close, sobbing for him. She didn't want this. The Big Apple was rotten and all she wanted was to go home.
One bitterly cold fall night, she had locked herself in her room as usual with her laptop as her only friend. Since pretty much everything but youtube was blocked, that's how "Ami" passed time. On this particular evening, one of the reccommended videos for her was called "Warrior Women - Mulan (1)". Intreguied, Ami clicked the link. She soon found the story told in the documentary was not about Mulan. It was about Wang Cong'er. It was about her. Wide-eyed, she watched as every detail of her life was covered, from begging with her mother on the streets, to street performing, to her husband saving her from rape, to marrying him, to his death, to her take over of the White Lotus and finally her own death. Memories hit her like thick bricks as she watched, her jaw dropped slightly. She'd gotten so lost...she'd almost let this go. Her parents had almost won in breaking her spirit.
And what would her husband say if he saw her like this, her spirit beaten out of her and a permanent state of submission? Why, he'd be ashamed! He'd be so disappointed in her! ...This was not who she was. This was not how she was supposed to be. What would Iskander say if he saw her being as pathetic and weak as she was now? This wasn't her.
She was not Ami.
She was not a submissive school girl who listened to her parents pass naive judgement on everything she had once been.
She was not even Jennah.
She was Wang Cong'er. Pronounced SONG-er.
She was Wang Cong'er. She was a rebel. She wouldn't stand for this opression. She always fought for what she wanted. She wanted to be home with Iskander. She would not be caged. So it was time to fight back. Not with swords, of course...but with actions.
Shutting her laptop, Wang closed her eyes and knew what she had to do. It was time to go home. She respectfully told Makoto and Lisa that she was Jennah Advani and they couldn't change that. She also thanked them for their hospitality...but new york wasn't where her heart belonged. She then added that she was in love with Iskander and didn't "give a damn" about their opinion on him. Then she added that she had a bus ticket for the ride home.
And right now, at this point in time, thats exactly what she was doing. Though it was late at night, Jennah refused to sleep on the bus. She watched the world zoom by the whole way, cofee in hand. What was left of her coffee was cold now, and making the bottom of her cup kind of soggy. She looked down at the cup for a moment before she saw out of the corner of her eye a sign that said "Welcome to North Carolina". Jennah snapped at attention again. North Carolina. She'd be home soon. She'd be home soon!
It seemed like another life time before the bus finally came to a stop at the Riverdale bus stop. It really had only taken 45 minutes, but Jennah was anxious to get off the bus. She climbed down the stairs of the bus, beaming. Home. Little quiet Riverdale. Home. She stood on the pavement, just taking in the town for a moment. She took a deep inhale of the non-polluted crisp night air. She felt like she could breathe again, not only because of the clean air, but the weight on her chest had been lifted off and she was now free. The ghost of a smile was on her face as she picked up her bags from under the bus. With her back pack on her back and her bags in her hand, Jennah set off, her boots barely making a sound on the pavement...almost like a spirit. Jennah Raine Advani was back.
She let her feet do their walking, not really focusing on where she was headed. Her dark eyes flicked back and forth, taking in all the familiar sites of Riverdale. The park, the currently empty fields where kids flew their kites. The lake. The cathedral. Everything.
She soon realized she was walking towards Iskander's house on instinct. She stopped for a moment and looked at her cell phone to check the time. It was late. It was midnight. Perhaps it'd be rude to go visit. Oh, but Jennah longed to be in his arms again. Perhaps he could ignore her rudeness just this once? She doubted he was alseep anyway. Teenagers have the most abnormal sleeping patterns. She also had no where to go. She hadn't yet re-enrolled in the school. She didn't mean to be inviting herself over, but he did say that if she came by, she could sleep on the couch or something. She didn't have money to pay for a hotel, otherwise...
Whatever. Things will work out, she told heself as she went into the inbox on her phone. To see to it that she didn't catch him off guard, though, she quickly texted him.
Iskander, my darling, I'm back. I'm home for good, now. I'll never leave against my will again. I'm coming by...if that is alright with you.
-Jennah Raine Advani
She clicked the send button and dropped her phone back into the pocket of her black pea coat. Her black Ugg boots were silent on the pavement as she continued walking. Her shoulders began to ache with the weight of her bags. She shifted the weight, but she kept walking. She couldn't stop now. Something as trivial as baggage wouldn't stop her. She would drop all of her bags and leave them in the street if she had to! She would be fine with only carrying her swords, new dagger (since her old one was missing in action at some pawn shop...thank you Bonnie Carter), her cellphone, and her i Pod. The night was getting colder as she walked on. She could see her breath catching in the air. But she still pushed forward. She heard a strange popping sound in the distance as she walked closer. It sounded like fire crackers. Jennah didn't dwell on it, though. Maybe some stupid kids thought it would be funny to fire some small explosives this late at night/early in the morning. Their parents would deal with them. Jennah's duty was to keep walking.
Finally, she reached his neighborhood. Not long after, she was walking down his street. She paused for a moment when his house came into view. His house was no Taj Mahal or Imperial Palace. This neighborhood was not the Imperial City, guarded with high walls and achers so only the greatest of people could get in. Jennah's old home in Manhattan was much gander than this. There was nothing glorious about this place. But, it still had the power to make her smile. It still put comfort in her heart. She still felt like she belonged. Like she was home. Like she was loved.
Her silent feet walked again, getting closer to his front door. But then her eyes fell upon the sight of the broken door and all warmth that was in her heart vanished. She felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. Something wasn't right. Jennah looked around, for what, she didn't know. She was about to creep up to the door when out limped a large, white great dane. Jennah froze and her heart ached when she saw how pathetically Lump limped. She gave the dog a sad smile and scratched her behind the ears as her tail wagged. But then Jennah saw the deep red blood on the beast's leg. Her dark eyes widened and she went pale. She took her hands off of Lump and crept past the dog, looking inside.
It took all of her strength to hold in a scream at the scene she saw. The house was trashed. Graffiti stained the walls and blood was smeared on the floor. But that's not what Jennah noticed. She could care less about his home. Her eyes were on Iskander, kneeling and waiting to be executed at the hands of a rough-looking blonde man while his men watched. She saw Iskander's blood slip down his neck, much to her horror.
For a moment, Jennah was no longer in 2010. She wasn't Jennah either. She was Wang Cong'er once more. This scene brought back flashbacks of the ambush gone south which lead to her husband's capture. Like a coward, Wang watched as her handsome, wonderful husband and a few of his men were arrested for treason. That arrest soon lead to their execution. When Wang heard of her husband's beheading, her world was shattered. She knew she should have done something to protect him. She shouldn't have hid when he was arrested. She should have run forth from the shadows and killed every last guard herself to see to it that her husband was protected. She was a coward! She didn't deserve the title of warrior when that guilt was upon her shoulders.
And right now, once more in shadows, she watched as Iskander prepared for his own execution. She turned away and walked out the door. Though it appears that she was fleeing, she wasn't running away. His blood would not be on her hands as well. She dropped her things on the ground and opened her duffel bag quickly. She removed two sharp swords and a dagger. Unsheathing both swords and holding them in one hand (and holding the dagger in the other) she turned back towards the house, a fire burning in her eyes. Wang Cong'er refused to lose another loved one like this.
She snuck back in and stood in the doorway, her eyes narrowed as she listened to Iskander's speech and "last words".
"Blood is great," Pure hate for the man who hit Iskander crossed her beautiful features. "But it's the soul that's more important. " Her eyes slid over to the bastard with the baseball bat. He was closest. She'd take him out first. Iskander continued, "My soul is true, and strong, and good..." Her eyes went to him when he paused, almost afraid they had already killed him. And then they made eye contact. For one magical moment, their dark eyes met. Wang's features softened when she looked at him and heard him say, "It knows how to love. And it does love."
She got it. For a moment, Jennah smiled. He loved her. She had known it all along, but he finally said it...or came as close as he could to saying it without alerting everyone of her presense. Love was so different when it was finally admitted through more than gestures and the look in someone's eyes.
When the man holding the blade to Iskander's throat spoke, Wang snapped back at attention. "Adorable. But you're not capable, you little bastard. So I'm going to try and make this nice for you, I'll make you go just like you tried to kill me."
That was her cue. Wang pulled her arm back and then threw the knife with perfect accuracy. The blade flew forward and landed in front of Iskander's knees for him to pull up out of the floor and use to protect himself. Jennah let out a fierce cry, the fire in her eyes flashing. The point of the cry was to distract and get the attention off Iskander and on her. That was the point of any battle cry. To distract your opponent. With her two swords in hand, she rushed forward and sliced the man with the bat's hamstrings, making him fall like a stone to the ground where she'd let him bleed to death unless he could crawl away. She looked right at the blonde man, fury and black hair in her face as she growled, "If you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me, too."
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application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
