Marie Defraine

[Marie Defraine]

{General Information}

Name: Marie Defraine
Nicknames: n/a
Gender: female
Age: 19
Association: America
Occupation: n/a
Rank: n/a

{Appearance Information}

Complexion: pale
Height: 5 foot 6
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair: dark brown
Eye: grayish blue
Picture:
Celebrity Face: Marion Cotillard

{Personal Information}

Personality: Marie has a girlish innocence to her, yet she appears to be quite mature in her conversation and reactions to things. She loves to laugh and have a good time, though she can feel pain with equal emotion. Marie can have a vicious temper. When someone hurts her, she lashes out with wit, anger, and a sharp tongue. Marie is strong, though. When hurt, she feels the pain, but she does not dwell on it. Instead she works through the pain to become a stronger person. Marie has been hurt a few times, but she is not afraid to open herself up again. The only walls she builds are from shyness.

Marie is also strong willed. It is hard to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, unless she knows it is the right thing. She doesn't like the word 'no' used on her. And she doesn't give into peer pressure.

Marie is a hopeless romantic. She always wants the happy ending and everything to be romantic. Marie cannot easily forgive and is extremely critical of others and herself. She is a little insecure about the way she looks, though she tries to be confident about it.
Likes: Sunday mornings, avocados, the smell of honeysuckles in the garden, the sun setting, books that make her feel happy, reading late at night as her parents are sleeping, lemons, the sound of her cat Catsanova purring as she kneads her feet, meeting new people, Le Havre on a sunny day, dancing in the rain, the smell of newly washed hair, the smell of a new book, the smell of old leather, the sound of someone sitting on leather, the sound of crickets, singing, playing the harp, performing, a soft breeze, the sound of her cats’ meows, barefoot on the sand, the feeling of her skin after washing frosting off it, Paris at twilight time, twilight time, the smell of jasmines, soft fabric against her skin, fire in the fire place, having a late night snack, and the smell of her cats’ fur after they’ve lain in the sun.
Hobbies: reading, long walks, philosophizing
Hates: Waking up early Monday morning, the word “no”, being misunderstood, the human body, the way the French are xenophobic toward foreigners, religion used as an excuse to do wrong, her mother’s nagging, poorly written books, confined areas, needles , being called anorexic just because she is thin, being thought of as a complete good girl, inane comments, really hot days, waiting in long lines, disappointment, burning hot sand at the beach, stepping in her cats’ throw up, scratches, waking up with knotty hair, and the smell of stale milk.
Fears: Death, spiders, imprisonment
Strengths: intelligent, compassionate, speaks both French and English
Weaknesses: temper, too trusting, a little gullible at times

{History Information}

Birthday: February 14th
Birthplace: Paris, France
Family: father - Pierre Defraine - deceased
mother - Henriette Defraine - deceased
brother - Charles Defraine - 20
Background: Marie was born in Paris, France to Pierre Defraine and Henriette Defraine. She was not the first child as her brother, Charles, had been born a year earlier. She grew up a rather sheltered life. Her father was a Comte with some fortune and land and her family was well enough known in court. As a child, she was given a fair education along with her brother, though she did not learn how to fight and was not as fond of horseback riding. But she did find pleasure in reading and translating books from English to French and French to English. She also learned Latin, though not as well as English.

When Marie was 17 years old, her brother decided to move to the New World where he thought he could make a name for himself. One year later, Marie's father was tragically killed in a shooting accident. Her mother never recovered and followed shortly from a broken heart. With no one left, Marie then moved to America to live with her brother. Little did she know there was a storm brewing and she was landing herself in the middle of it.

{Other Information}

Important Things: a gold locket that was her mothers, a worn copy of The Prince, her black cat Catsanova
Anything Else: nope
Sample RP Post:

Isabel had woken up early this morning and the first thing she did was finish the juicy novel she had been reading the night before. Though there were slight purple circles under her eyes from staying up late, she knew that they would go away in an hour, and if not, there was always make-up. Belle had found herself staying up later each night. Perhaps it was because she was more of a night person, or because she had been reading a French novel that was considered a little lewd and very racy. But Belle only had literature and gossip to feed her imaginations and fantasies. She was rather innocent when it came to the opposite sex and deep desires.

So when Isabel heard that her sister was pregnant, especially when her sister was so much younger, it had shocked Belle, but it also stirred her curiosity and imagination. Being locked up in the castle in Sweden had also not helped her mind to expand, but now she was in France, Belle had much to think about. It wasn't her fault she was still naive, but her brother had told her it would be refreshing. He didn't care much, only hoping to make a good match for her. He had thought that maybe a king would do, or an heir to a throne. Belle, being a romantic, only hoped she could love the man she had to marry. But at the moment it seemed like there was no one she could possibly love. Perhaps it was because she was picky, or perhaps it was because she didn't know very many men to fall in love with. But it didn't matter, arranged marriage was in her future. Love was an after thought.

Isabel finally finished the novel and set it down on her night table before motioning for her maid to help her get dressed. Belle pinned her dark hair up with little pearls scattered in the abundant curls on her head. She choose a dove gray dress with little seed pearls sewn into the bodice. Being modest, it was not quite as low cut as some of the other women there, but it still showed off her pale chest. A small silver chain wound around her neck. The dove gray brought out Belle's eyes. Her brother had always grumbled that her eyes were too washed out and pale, but her eyes were the same color as he father's and she had fond memories of her deceased father.

Having no where important to be, Belle decided to go to the chapel. She liked going there as it seemed not very many people went in there quite as often and it was a good place to think as well as reflect on any recent events. Isabel had reflected enough on the situation of her younger sister and had nothing much to think of now, but she still felt like removing herself from the general crowd and going somewhere a little more quiet.

Once at the chapel, Isabel sat near the back, close to the door. If someone were to come in, she doubted they would be able to see her and ignore her, allowing her to slip out, but truthfully it would be impossible for some not to see her sitting there. Her pale skin and dark hair made her look like a delicate china doll. Belle's self image was nothing compared to what she truly looked like.

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