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| Michel, Capucine; Ravenclaw Fifth Year | |
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| Capucine Michel | Jul 21 2006, 04:21 PM Post #1 |
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CHARACTER DOCUMENTATION Character Name: Capucine Narcissa Michel Character Nickname: Cae Character Age: Fifteen Character Year: Fifth Year House/Alumni: Slytherin or Ravenclaw, you decide. Physical Appearance:Cae never found herself to be anything amazing. The pale complexion of her slightly freckled skin is the cause of a bloodline full of rather pale people. As a result of genetics, Capucine was left with the skin of a porcelain doll. It was a trait she inherited from her father’s side. His pale skin tone was one of the many familial traits passed on to his only daughter. In fact, Cae was the female version of her father. Her features were almost exact copies of his, just merely softer to add for a more feminine frame and visage. There was barely any trace of her mother in the girl. At the lean height of 5’4”, Cae has finally begun to embrace her figure. When she was younger she had been one to tape her chest down, in order to force people to actually look her in the eye when insulting her. She stopped that practice when she turned thirteen, coming to the stunning realization that a full chest just makes it easier to manipulate the opposite gender. And so she embraced that fact. Perhaps her figure is the one thing she did not inherit from her father or his family. She was one of those girls who developed early, but clearly she was awkward and confused when it came to seducing others. The Michel girl was almost always entirely covered up at the young age. She would learn how to manipulate the world with a smile. A dirty shade of blonde was the color she inherited for her full head of hair. It was a sort of ashy color, far less attractive than the typical platinum color associated with the word blonde. Technically it resembled the hair of her mother’s family more than that of her father’s. Cae’s hair fell in soft ringlets around her face. Actually, that’s a lie. The mess of loose curls fell in an odd array of tangled-ness. She often wore it pulled back off of her face, with a few, stray, untamable pieces falling in front of her eyes. Still the curls seemed to cover any imperfections in her styling abilities. A soft smile can often be seen gracing the girls lips. She’s not as cold and as distant as her father was in his schooling years, but rather more open to everything. And her expressions often show that. Every feature of her face seems to merely enhance the appearance of her eyes. Whether it’s her small nose, the annoying constant blush of her cheeks, or merely the shape of her face, they all improve the appearance of her deep, all knowing eyes. Spanning the distance from one hip bone to the other is a long, pencil-thin scar. Cae’s body is covered in little knicks here and there from a rebellious childhood, but this scar, and the one on the back of her neck each have their own unique stories. But the narration has never left her mouth and she planned to keep her burdens hers, and not share them with the world. Personality and Traits:Someone’s personality is quite possibly the hardest thing to describe. With secrets and heartaches locked away it is extremely hard to describe someone to who they truly are. After all, the world only sees so much. What is shown is only what a person wants to be shown. Call her the baby girl. Call her the princess. Whatever you please. It only enhances the fact that Capucine was the only daughter of a family that enjoys spoiling their children. If one can thrive off of attention, then Capucine has lived a life where the attention almost always falls on her. She’s a gorgeous girl, she’s the only girl, and she’s finally reached an age where the opposite gender will now admit they’ve been attracted to her. But these aren’t things she needs reminding of. She knows exactly what is going on in the world. She’s very aware of the fact that she is pretty damn close to perfect. If she wasn’t attractive, than that would be her only flaw, but she is attractive, and therefore has no, or to be grammatically correct, very little flaws. The petty insults sent around the school are that Capucine is vain. It truly is a cruel statement, calling someone vain. She does not think solely on her appearance or on her own well being, but it is a fact that there are times where selfishness is allowed, and in fact, encouraged. So is it really a crime for her to find herself beautiful? She only believes what she is told and that is the statement that most often crosses her ears. She’s a teenage girl, and up until recently she wanted nothing more than to be a boy. She grew up wanting to be her older brother. But now that she has accepted the fact that she does not have a penis, it can only be expected that she is going to pay some attention to her appearance. And beauty was a gift she was given. Capucine always intended to use her gifts to their full potential. So of course she would flaunt her beauty if it led to getting the things that she desires. And it does. The young girl mastered the art of manipulation at a very young age. A pretty little pout, a gentle whimper, a pained expression, or the longing gaze. It’s not that hard to sway the minds of those around her. As one of the most opinionated and stubborn teenagers ever to attend Hogwarts, her classmates and professors almost always knew exactly what she thought of a given situation. She had no control over her thoughts, and whatever came to mind she would say without hesitation. She did not care who she offended. In her eyes those who were not brave enough to stand up against discomfort were not worthy of polite gestures. If they couldn’t handle confrontation they did not deserve to be spoken to as equals until they could. Still, she always enjoyed watching people react to the words that left her. It was like the sorting hat had said, she enjoyed watching others beneath her. She especially enjoyed when she was the cause of their humbleness. It was the way it always had been. She had never been one to bow beneath someone. Her father, though misleading and somewhat confusing in some of his teachings, always told his children of their destiny towards greatness. Cae was arrogant. Cae was rude. Cae was poised. Cae was beautiful. Cae was spoiled. Cae was vain. But she wasn’t stupid. And she most certainly was not an invalid or an idiot incapable of doing anything. She played up the fact that she was young and naïve to get what she wanted, but it never meant that she was the stupid one of the bunch. Put the girl in a classroom and it was a completely different story. She answered questions before other people even had the chance to think of an answer. She studied, occasionally, but she was just lucky to be smart. Her work always somehow managed to be done on time and she had yet to pull an all nighter. Capucine had merely mastered the art of getting work done and having fun. She knew the balance between the two and she simply refused to let her marks slip. Her knowledge of charms was impeccable. Charms was by far her favorite class and she excelled like no other. Was it really her fault for knowing she was beautiful and knowing how to use that to her advantage? Of course not. Background/Family History: An English father. A French mother. It seems like a rather odd combination. After all, the two countries have been exactly the best of friends. Oh well, it seems to have made no difference. Drake Michel and Chantal Vaugier had some sort of romantic courtship ending in marriage and the birth of their three, oh-so-wonderful children. Capucine grew up wanting to be her brother. She always played with the boys, running after them and trying to be one of the guys. Her mother did her best to raise the girl as a well brought up little lady. Eventually she would grow to understand the upsides to not having a penis. She was spoiled, as were all the Michel children. They all spoke both French and English. It was just the way it was. None of them knew much about their grandparents on their father’s side. It was some big family mystery. Cae had her own theories on the matter, but truth be told she was far too frightened of her father to dare ask him about his childhood. Father: Drake Michel(Draco Malfoy) Mother: Chantal Vaugier Siblings: ____ Michel, 7th Year ;; _____ Michel, 3rd Year Pet: None Broom: A Firebolt 600, though she rarely flies. Wand: 8.5 Inches, Willow, Veela Hair Boggart: She is deathly afraid of being alone in the dark. Member Title: la b e l l e fille Role-Playing Sample: They were disgusting. Each and every single person there was disgusting. They walked around with smiles on their faces as if there was nothing wrong in the world. The ignored death and pain and sadness and walked around with a façade of a giddy and drunken stupor. How could they all be so completely ignorant to those around? How was it that once person could see the world crumble while everyone else went around his or her everyday life? It did not make sense. It wasn’t natural. People were supposed to comfort the one in pain; they were supposed to care. Apparently the world had changed. Caring was no longer in the vocabularies of the masses. Compassion had all but disappeared from the world. What was the world coming to? It had reached a point where young Wisconsin Yoland would choose to follow her murderer of a father over any one else in her presence. He at least knew of what it felt like to be alone. It was required that at every Hogsmeade trip Coco sent a letter home to her father. He felt as if he should know every detail of his average daughter’s average life. With her mother no longer around to take the brunt of his criticism it fell on Coco’s shoulders. Her father truly was a sexist and arrogant pureblood arse. But he was her father, and it was all she had ever known. People did not talk to her. Her brothers did not acknowledge her existence. It was only a matter of time before she snapped. And she knew her father hoped to be there when she did. If he got his way, she knew he’d find a way to persuade her to follow him and be like him. The question of the matter was how much persuasion she’d need? Her peers didn’t care for her, nor did they show any sort of compassion for a girl who watched her only friend and family member died. That was a great birthday present. So with her letter in hand she made her way towards the Post Office, separating herself from her peers who had skipped off to some romantic getaway. She found herself growing more and more disgusted with the people she was supposed to be friends everyday. She didn’t fit it, nor did she belong. Her loyalty and her silence were what placed her in Hufflepuff, but when it came down to it, she did not belong anywhere. She was not like any of them. They were ignorant, and while academically superior, they had yet to actually live. She had faced darkness and despair and was still alive, though she wished it were otherwise. She knew of her every fault and every mistake; she received a howler every time she made one. She may have been average when it came to her studies, but when it came to understanding her surroundings; he was better than everyone else. It was a skill she had obtained from observing her life go by. It was a rather sad existence, but you didn’t need to tell her that. The door opened with the soft jingle of the bell. The old man behind the counter immediately went and grabbed the same owl she had been using since her first year at Hogwarts. Ryker was the name of the small and speedy owl. She handed the old man her letter and the spare change it would cost to send it and watched as he let the old brown owl fly out the window. He motioned for her to wait as he went off in search of any mail for her. She gave a slight sigh and turned, her eyes examining the small room in which she stood. It had not changed, but things rarely changed. Change was a silly concept. <span style='font-size:12pt;line-height:100%'>PERSONAL Name: Natt Your Age: 17 Other Characters: Not yet, though I'm on the look out. Contact Information: You all know it. How Did You Find Us?: Molly: "Oh Natt! You have to join!" Role-Playing Experience: FIVE YEARS! Miscellaneous/Other: -edit- Sorry for the long wait for your application to get accepted. I was pretty busy doing some stuff away from the computer, also. Erm, I'm going to accept her into Ravenclaw, only because she seems very independent in some cases and it was also just a random idea. So, yeah. Pretty neat application though. Welcome to [RD]! =D</span> |
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