Post by Etoile De Vaux on Dec 25, 2012 16:00:31 GMT -5
Name: Etoile De Vaux
Aliases: Her father used to call her Little Star, but most people call her Star.
Age: 17
Race: Half Fire Demon
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: She would like to say she’s a ballerina, but she is more of a professional trouble causer.
Orientation Heterosexual
Physical Description: Etoile has the perfect build for a dancer; slender with long, willowy limbs, though she is a tad tall, standing at 5’’8. She moves like one too, the girl possessing an innate grace which is rare in someone so young.
Stubbornly straight hair fell so the tips brushed her mid back, tawny blonde in colour. Her features are refined and dainty and her complexion unblemished and pale. One look at this girl and it was obvious that she stood apart from most, but then you saw her eyes and knew that there was something out of the ordinary about her. Striking gold in colour, catching the light and seeming to reflect it all back making her eyes seem like they were glowing at times.
Fashion wise, Etoile has developed a taste for expensive things, though she is also unafraid of breaking the mould. One day she could be wearing a gorgeous gown and the next she could be dressed in riding leathers and muddy boots. Ladies weren’t meant to wear trousers, but, as much as her father despaired, she was no lady.
Personality Description: Forget all of the stereotypes for ballet dancers because Etoile fits none of them. Shy, demure, modest; none of these were words which could ever be used to describe the girl. She has a presence which can fill a room and there is something captivating about her, though she is still working out how to use this to her advantage. It’s all about confidence and Etoile has buckets of it, perfectly comfortable in her own skin and aware of her own strengths as well as her own weaknesses. She knew just how far she could push herself.
Rules and Etoile were an explosive combination. Lay down the law and tell her what to do and she would go out of her way to make sure she did the opposite. To put it simply she’s a rebellious teenager and in her mind if someone told her what to do it meant that they thought they were better than her. That was something which she would not tolerate. If you asked her to do something, however, that was a different story. A request said to her that they saw her as an equal and not a child. She hates being called a child, which was childish in itself.
Life is for living and that is exactly what Etoile planned to do. She is naturally outgoing, her youth also making her playful and mischievous and sometimes petty. After spending half of her life shut up in the convent she wants to explore and see the world. Her natural curiosity and ability to learn quickly helped on her travels; she never made the same mistake twice. Her short attention span and relative naivety, however, meant that she quite often found herself in sticky situations.
On the flip side, she has an explosive anger; a by-product of her heritage. Her fuse is short and when she snaps her anger burns brightly, quite literally. If you were lucky she would tear you apart with words, if not you would fall victim to her new found skills. Etoile has a flair for violence, the bloodier the better in her opinion.
Do not underestimate this girl; it might cost you your life.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
History: Altair and Marie De Vaux were quite the mystery, much to the ambiance of the rest of the nobility. Apparently Altair’s had just appeared one day and set himself up as one of the wealthiest nobles in Ecritetre. Demons always seemed to have a way of acquiring money, didn't they? No-one could trace his family heritage, of course, or work out where his fortune had come from. He gave away very little about himself. If asked people would say that he was aloof and cold, and would have made sure that he wasn’t there before saying anything. The woman that he married, Marie, had always been a black sheep. She was strange, what kind of woman spent her life studying horror stories and stories of the supernatural? Those were no fit subject for a woman of class.
Etoile was the eldest and only child in this strange little family, not that she saw much of her father, or had any idea what he was. She lived in the family’s country mansion just outside of the little town of Domremy, spending most of her time with her crazy mother or with her nanny when her mother was studying. She was told that her father spent his time in the city because of his business. Still, she was always a Daddy’s girl. Her mother was a little too…crazy for little Etoile to bond with, but her father seemed normal enough, by her standards anyway. However, as she grew older her father’s visits grew less and less frequent, and by the time of the accident, they had pretty much stopped.
She was six when it happened. All she remembered was that she had been throwing a tantrum, and that was when the fire came. The fire always came when she was angry. Except this time it wasn’t just a little bit of fire, the curtains were on up in flames, and the next thing she knew the maid had swept her up into her arms and ran out of the house. She had run all the way to the bottom of the garden with her, and all of the other workers were doing the same. They all just stood there and watched the house go up in flames, and it wasn’t until it started to grow dark that someone asked about her mother. Her mother had still been in the house when it burnt. One of the butlers had seen her trying to gather all of her books, so they assumed that the flames had trapped her in her room and she had died, either from the smoke or the flames. Etoile was taken to one of the maid’s homes in Domremy to await her father, but a month passed and there was no word from him. It seemed that little Etoile was on her own.
She was sent to live with a cousin in the capital, Avoir, but they found it difficult to cope with the child. She had no concept of behaving and caused chaos. They sent her to L’Acadamie de Ballet in Avoir, hoping to teach her some discipline. She had taken to dancing like a duck to water, well, once they had worked out that they had to ask her to do something and not tell her.
This was all before they figured out her heritage, of course. Her mother had never been close with her family, and Altair would have probably killed her if she had told them what he was, and the servants from the house would be too afraid to say anything. Plus, as a young child she would have to be extremely angry for the flames to come, so it was harder to make the connection. Once she was older, however, it took less and less for the flames to come, and due to this it happened more frequently. At first, her family tried to deny it, acting insulted that the people at the academy had even implied such a thing, but before long it was too obvious to deny.
She was pulled out of the academy...well...dragged out kicking and screaming in the middle of the night actually. She was an embarrassment to her family, a smudge on their reputation, and they couldn't stand for that. She was taken away to be hidden in the secluded Couvert de la Vierge Divine which was nestled amongst the Gris Montagne range, the family coming up with the story that she had become ill and had to be taken away to be looked after until her health improved. In time they would say that she had died to anyone who cared to ask, no-one would find her where she was so why tell the truth?
Life here was, well, not very pleasant. They thought that they could beat the fire out of her, and the nuns devoted themselves to purifying her. Any time she lost her temper and there were flames she would receive three strokes from the whip to her back; three was a cleansing number. She was given endless lessons on the Bible and on history and other such tedious things. To try and rid her of her spirited nature they made her spend most of her free time copying verses from the Holy Book in her best handwriting, but when she was alone she would still dance.
Time trickled by, hours turning into days, turning into weeks, then months, then years. Etoile grew into a woman, her spirit dampened but not smothered away. She was verbal in her disbelief of anything they told her, and still as rebellious and badly behaved as before, it was just that now she chose her battles a little more carefully. She dreamed of the day that she would escape back into the real world, day dreaming about returning to L'Academie. It would happen, one day. One day she would leave this damn place, even if she had to burn it to the ground.
As it turned out, it was Vyncent Scwarz who burnt it to the ground. The high demon had turned up on a whim and saved Etoile from another punishment. They travelled together for a while, Etoile absorbing as much as she could from him, before she learnt of his feud with her father. There was a fight, she was forced to pick a side and she chose blood. Things between Altair and Etoile are still tense, but they are working on it.
Likes: Dancing, music, the dark, blood, fire, adventure, silk, storms (as long as there is no rain).
Dislikes: Rain, pink, rules, small spaces, history, clumsy people, the cold, snow, ice, religion, nuns, Le Couvert, alcohol (Etoile is a terrible lightweight).
Strengths: Demon blood conveys a certain number of strengths onto a person. She’s faster than your average mortal; innately graceful, sure footed and agile. Her balance is second to none and she has a knack of landing on her feet, always a useful talent to have. Her origins also afford her unnatural strength for her small physique. She didn’t need bulging muscles to wield a great-sword, but at the same time she opted for lighter weaponry which didn’t slow her down and didn’t require quite so much effort to swing. Carry something heavy and she will tire pretty quickly, so it isn’t something that she often does. It’s also a dead giveaway that there is something amiss with her when a doll sized girl is walking around with a dirty great mace in her hand.
Healing was something else that she did better than your average human. Over the years Etoile had taken more than her fair share of beatings and collected more than her fair share of scars, but she healed quickly and hadn’t once picked up an infection. Illness wasn’t something that she tended to pick up either, except in the winter. Her blood just burnt off any illness that tried to sneak into her body.
Fire runs through her veins and it’s in fire that her true talent lies. She can create and manipulate cherry red flames, the latter a talent that she had recently picked up. Etoile is a fast learner when she is interested in the subject and stubborn in her attempts to learn. She’s like a dog with a bone and won’t give up until she has mastered it when she’s put her mind to it. Her attempts at magic are a prime example of this. She has the intelligence to be great, the only problem is that her concentration span can be lacking, leaving her knowledge patchy.
Weaknesses: The cold isn’t a fire demons best friend, even a half-demon felt the effects of winter. The cold sapped her energy, making her sluggish and sleepy. When there was snow on the ground all she wanted to do was curl up in bed and hibernate until it was over. At L’Academie these bouts of weakness had been diagnosed as severe examples of the flu and at le Couvert they had said that it was God’s punishment and that the suffering would cleanse her black soul. All Etoile knew was that when it got chilly she couldn’t stop shivering and everything was a million times harder.
Youth is also one of Etoile’s major weaknesses. She doesn’t have the experience behind her, or the patience, that she really needs. Most of the time her temper is balance on a knife’s edge and she is yet to come to the realisation that she couldn’t always act on impulse. She was yet to learn to control her emotions rather than letting her emotions control her. Plus, half of the time she doesn’t have the concentration span to learn the boring little things that she really ought to know.
Like anyone else, Etoile had her fears; rain and small spaces. She couldn’t stand the sensation of the rain touching her skin and when crammed into a small space it was all she could do not to hyperventilate, nevermind focusing on getting out. Find the right buttons and she was just as human as anyone else.
Aliases: Her father used to call her Little Star, but most people call her Star.
Age: 17
Race: Half Fire Demon
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: She would like to say she’s a ballerina, but she is more of a professional trouble causer.
Orientation Heterosexual
Physical Description: Etoile has the perfect build for a dancer; slender with long, willowy limbs, though she is a tad tall, standing at 5’’8. She moves like one too, the girl possessing an innate grace which is rare in someone so young.
Stubbornly straight hair fell so the tips brushed her mid back, tawny blonde in colour. Her features are refined and dainty and her complexion unblemished and pale. One look at this girl and it was obvious that she stood apart from most, but then you saw her eyes and knew that there was something out of the ordinary about her. Striking gold in colour, catching the light and seeming to reflect it all back making her eyes seem like they were glowing at times.
Fashion wise, Etoile has developed a taste for expensive things, though she is also unafraid of breaking the mould. One day she could be wearing a gorgeous gown and the next she could be dressed in riding leathers and muddy boots. Ladies weren’t meant to wear trousers, but, as much as her father despaired, she was no lady.
Personality Description: Forget all of the stereotypes for ballet dancers because Etoile fits none of them. Shy, demure, modest; none of these were words which could ever be used to describe the girl. She has a presence which can fill a room and there is something captivating about her, though she is still working out how to use this to her advantage. It’s all about confidence and Etoile has buckets of it, perfectly comfortable in her own skin and aware of her own strengths as well as her own weaknesses. She knew just how far she could push herself.
Rules and Etoile were an explosive combination. Lay down the law and tell her what to do and she would go out of her way to make sure she did the opposite. To put it simply she’s a rebellious teenager and in her mind if someone told her what to do it meant that they thought they were better than her. That was something which she would not tolerate. If you asked her to do something, however, that was a different story. A request said to her that they saw her as an equal and not a child. She hates being called a child, which was childish in itself.
Life is for living and that is exactly what Etoile planned to do. She is naturally outgoing, her youth also making her playful and mischievous and sometimes petty. After spending half of her life shut up in the convent she wants to explore and see the world. Her natural curiosity and ability to learn quickly helped on her travels; she never made the same mistake twice. Her short attention span and relative naivety, however, meant that she quite often found herself in sticky situations.
On the flip side, she has an explosive anger; a by-product of her heritage. Her fuse is short and when she snaps her anger burns brightly, quite literally. If you were lucky she would tear you apart with words, if not you would fall victim to her new found skills. Etoile has a flair for violence, the bloodier the better in her opinion.
Do not underestimate this girl; it might cost you your life.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
History: Altair and Marie De Vaux were quite the mystery, much to the ambiance of the rest of the nobility. Apparently Altair’s had just appeared one day and set himself up as one of the wealthiest nobles in Ecritetre. Demons always seemed to have a way of acquiring money, didn't they? No-one could trace his family heritage, of course, or work out where his fortune had come from. He gave away very little about himself. If asked people would say that he was aloof and cold, and would have made sure that he wasn’t there before saying anything. The woman that he married, Marie, had always been a black sheep. She was strange, what kind of woman spent her life studying horror stories and stories of the supernatural? Those were no fit subject for a woman of class.
Etoile was the eldest and only child in this strange little family, not that she saw much of her father, or had any idea what he was. She lived in the family’s country mansion just outside of the little town of Domremy, spending most of her time with her crazy mother or with her nanny when her mother was studying. She was told that her father spent his time in the city because of his business. Still, she was always a Daddy’s girl. Her mother was a little too…crazy for little Etoile to bond with, but her father seemed normal enough, by her standards anyway. However, as she grew older her father’s visits grew less and less frequent, and by the time of the accident, they had pretty much stopped.
She was six when it happened. All she remembered was that she had been throwing a tantrum, and that was when the fire came. The fire always came when she was angry. Except this time it wasn’t just a little bit of fire, the curtains were on up in flames, and the next thing she knew the maid had swept her up into her arms and ran out of the house. She had run all the way to the bottom of the garden with her, and all of the other workers were doing the same. They all just stood there and watched the house go up in flames, and it wasn’t until it started to grow dark that someone asked about her mother. Her mother had still been in the house when it burnt. One of the butlers had seen her trying to gather all of her books, so they assumed that the flames had trapped her in her room and she had died, either from the smoke or the flames. Etoile was taken to one of the maid’s homes in Domremy to await her father, but a month passed and there was no word from him. It seemed that little Etoile was on her own.
She was sent to live with a cousin in the capital, Avoir, but they found it difficult to cope with the child. She had no concept of behaving and caused chaos. They sent her to L’Acadamie de Ballet in Avoir, hoping to teach her some discipline. She had taken to dancing like a duck to water, well, once they had worked out that they had to ask her to do something and not tell her.
This was all before they figured out her heritage, of course. Her mother had never been close with her family, and Altair would have probably killed her if she had told them what he was, and the servants from the house would be too afraid to say anything. Plus, as a young child she would have to be extremely angry for the flames to come, so it was harder to make the connection. Once she was older, however, it took less and less for the flames to come, and due to this it happened more frequently. At first, her family tried to deny it, acting insulted that the people at the academy had even implied such a thing, but before long it was too obvious to deny.
She was pulled out of the academy...well...dragged out kicking and screaming in the middle of the night actually. She was an embarrassment to her family, a smudge on their reputation, and they couldn't stand for that. She was taken away to be hidden in the secluded Couvert de la Vierge Divine which was nestled amongst the Gris Montagne range, the family coming up with the story that she had become ill and had to be taken away to be looked after until her health improved. In time they would say that she had died to anyone who cared to ask, no-one would find her where she was so why tell the truth?
Life here was, well, not very pleasant. They thought that they could beat the fire out of her, and the nuns devoted themselves to purifying her. Any time she lost her temper and there were flames she would receive three strokes from the whip to her back; three was a cleansing number. She was given endless lessons on the Bible and on history and other such tedious things. To try and rid her of her spirited nature they made her spend most of her free time copying verses from the Holy Book in her best handwriting, but when she was alone she would still dance.
Time trickled by, hours turning into days, turning into weeks, then months, then years. Etoile grew into a woman, her spirit dampened but not smothered away. She was verbal in her disbelief of anything they told her, and still as rebellious and badly behaved as before, it was just that now she chose her battles a little more carefully. She dreamed of the day that she would escape back into the real world, day dreaming about returning to L'Academie. It would happen, one day. One day she would leave this damn place, even if she had to burn it to the ground.
As it turned out, it was Vyncent Scwarz who burnt it to the ground. The high demon had turned up on a whim and saved Etoile from another punishment. They travelled together for a while, Etoile absorbing as much as she could from him, before she learnt of his feud with her father. There was a fight, she was forced to pick a side and she chose blood. Things between Altair and Etoile are still tense, but they are working on it.
Likes: Dancing, music, the dark, blood, fire, adventure, silk, storms (as long as there is no rain).
Dislikes: Rain, pink, rules, small spaces, history, clumsy people, the cold, snow, ice, religion, nuns, Le Couvert, alcohol (Etoile is a terrible lightweight).
Strengths: Demon blood conveys a certain number of strengths onto a person. She’s faster than your average mortal; innately graceful, sure footed and agile. Her balance is second to none and she has a knack of landing on her feet, always a useful talent to have. Her origins also afford her unnatural strength for her small physique. She didn’t need bulging muscles to wield a great-sword, but at the same time she opted for lighter weaponry which didn’t slow her down and didn’t require quite so much effort to swing. Carry something heavy and she will tire pretty quickly, so it isn’t something that she often does. It’s also a dead giveaway that there is something amiss with her when a doll sized girl is walking around with a dirty great mace in her hand.
Healing was something else that she did better than your average human. Over the years Etoile had taken more than her fair share of beatings and collected more than her fair share of scars, but she healed quickly and hadn’t once picked up an infection. Illness wasn’t something that she tended to pick up either, except in the winter. Her blood just burnt off any illness that tried to sneak into her body.
Fire runs through her veins and it’s in fire that her true talent lies. She can create and manipulate cherry red flames, the latter a talent that she had recently picked up. Etoile is a fast learner when she is interested in the subject and stubborn in her attempts to learn. She’s like a dog with a bone and won’t give up until she has mastered it when she’s put her mind to it. Her attempts at magic are a prime example of this. She has the intelligence to be great, the only problem is that her concentration span can be lacking, leaving her knowledge patchy.
Weaknesses: The cold isn’t a fire demons best friend, even a half-demon felt the effects of winter. The cold sapped her energy, making her sluggish and sleepy. When there was snow on the ground all she wanted to do was curl up in bed and hibernate until it was over. At L’Academie these bouts of weakness had been diagnosed as severe examples of the flu and at le Couvert they had said that it was God’s punishment and that the suffering would cleanse her black soul. All Etoile knew was that when it got chilly she couldn’t stop shivering and everything was a million times harder.
Youth is also one of Etoile’s major weaknesses. She doesn’t have the experience behind her, or the patience, that she really needs. Most of the time her temper is balance on a knife’s edge and she is yet to come to the realisation that she couldn’t always act on impulse. She was yet to learn to control her emotions rather than letting her emotions control her. Plus, half of the time she doesn’t have the concentration span to learn the boring little things that she really ought to know.
Like anyone else, Etoile had her fears; rain and small spaces. She couldn’t stand the sensation of the rain touching her skin and when crammed into a small space it was all she could do not to hyperventilate, nevermind focusing on getting out. Find the right buttons and she was just as human as anyone else.
