Post by Angelique Morel on Jul 19, 2011 8:01:00 GMT -5
Official Name: Angelique Morel
Nicknames: Angel, Que-Que, Mama
Age: Nineteen years old
Gender: Female
Race: Three-quarters Ishvalan, One-quarter Amestrian
Working Status: Civilian. Doesn’t have a job, but is quite willing to do /anything/ for money, even whore herself out.
Alignment: Nuetral, but not normal neutral. She’s against the military, but, at the same time, isn’t evil, and doesn’t /actively/ work against them.
(If you want to see more pictures, I have them~!)
Appearance: Standing at 5’3”, Angelique is about average height, for a girl her age. Her brown hair, a trait inherited from one of her parents, she isn’t sure which, is usually pulled into pigtails, with bows wrapped around them. Her eyes, surprisingly when compared to her Ishvalan skin, are brown, something which she has gotten from her half-Amestrian father. The girl tends to dress in blue, almost always wearing dresses, and red is her second color of choice. Around her neck is a necklace, a silver chain with a fish dangling from it, as her only memory of her mother.
Defining Features/ Disabilities: She has many scars criss-crossing her back, which she absolutely refuses to talk about, if you want to see them.
Goals/Ambitions: Angelique wants to bring back her people, and is quite willing to sell herself out to do that. She also wants the Military to admit their mistake, and to help bring back her people, because then she will forgive them, but highly doubts that that will ever happen, unfortunately.
History: Angelique was born to a pair of loving Ishvalan parents, who adhered very much to their religious code. However, she was a bright and happy baby, and later young child, friends with everyone, even the Amestrian soldiers. Unfortunately, that all changed when she was seven, when a soldier, one that she had talked to in the past, even, shot one of her friends. The area plunged into war, and it was the most scarring time-period of her life.
For the next seven years, the young girl grew up far past her time, watching as her friends, and, eventually, her family, died around her. Angelique didn’t know how she ended up surviving, but she felt horrible for living, when most people she knew didn’t. And then came the alchemists. They made horrific paths of destruction throughout her land, slaughtering many, and it ingrained a deep fear of alchemy into the heart of the, at the time, fourteen-year-old girl.
That war changed her forever. Instead of the happy child she used to be, she was a teenager focused on survival, on staying away from the military and the dead bodies, the horrible, traumatizing memories of all those she knew falling in a death count around her. They killed one of their children, so they decided to slaughter all of them? No, Angelique would never understand, and she didn’t want to, not at all.
Survival bled into desperation, which led to her being willing to do anything. Part of her was happy for the fact that she hadn’t gotten the best education of her people’s religion, considering how focused she and her family had been on surviving, so she didn’t know how many codes she was breaking, and how far she would be cast out, but the other part simply mourned her old, innocent self, and wept at what she had become now.
At the age of seventeen, Angelique became pregnant, and it was one of the happiest days of her life once she realized. Yes, her life would become much harder, but she would have a family, and had brought someone else to be one of her people. Sure, he was going to be part Amestrian, but it didn’t matter.
Her son Julien was born, when she was eighteen, and it really was the happiest day of her life. Angelique cried tears of joy, something she couldn’t ever remember doing. If she cried in the past, it was out of sorrow and fear, before she believed her tears had dried up. Now, she had a family. Now, she wasn’t alone.
Personality: Angelique is an anti-social sort of person, very wary of others, especially when they are around her son. She’s quite good at putting on masks, though, and can quite easily portray emotions that she is definitely not feeling, at the moment. On the whole, though, Angelique is outwardly wary, always making sure to be an extra step away.
She can be quite cunning if she wants to be, though, worming into people’s confidences so she can possibly betray them, though only if that would suit her needs. The woman is very ‘her against the world’, considering her own survival, and her son’s, especially, the most important priority. Not antagonistic, or friendly, Angelique surveys everyone with a look that reads ‘STAY AWAY’, promising hurt that she will not be able to dish out if they don’t.
If you touch her son, though, be prepared to unleash the wrath of a mother upon you. She will destroy you in ways that you didn’t even believe possible. After all, Angelique is quite a fierce sight when angry, though the only way to really trigger her wrath would be to harm Julien.
Weapons and Tools: Angelique doesn’t have any weapons, besides an ornate dagger that she recovered from the ruins of Xerxes. It is not likely very useful, if it is at all. However, it doesn’t matter, seeing as Angelique is quite willing to throw a punch and run, and in fact most often does that.
Friends/Family: Parents are currently dead, a Half-Amestrian father and an Ishvalan Mother. She has a one-year-old son, named Julien, and has an older brother named Francis, whom she is currently separated from.
RP Sample: Angelique sat on the chair, perfectly motionless except for the slight tap of her right foot on the white tiled floor. White. Everything was white here, white like Grand-Mere's hair. No blue. Blue like that water, the rain, Mr. Poisson, her favorite dress.
"Miss Morel?" Oh, it was a woman. Woman like mother. Shifting her eyes onto the white-clad nurse, the girl evaluated her. Blonde hair, like Mr. Jenkins. Brown eyes, like Grand-Mere. White dress, Why white? No colors, colors, colors.
"Miss Morel, I know you can hear me." Hear? Never said anything about not hearing. Was looking at her, right? Hadn't moved, but was looking. Watching, watching.
A sigh from the no color woman, echoing echoing slightly in the white white room.[/color] "Answer me, Miss Morel." Answer? Talk, give reply, no color woman wasn't Grand-Mere, but supposed to answer. Answer what? Say what?[/color]
"...white..." A mumur of word, audible yet quiet. There! Answer! Now go away no color woman! Angelique's foot continued tapping on the floor, her brown eyes blinking languidly. No color woman not going away, staying and smiling. Not creepy smile like Mama smile, but bad smile.
Another sigh. Why? Oh, that was a rhyme! Like in a book! The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly upward, before they returned to stillness once more as the woman spoke. "Miss Morel, we need to go to your room." Room? Go home then? Angelique shifted slightly in her chair, so that her whole body was angled towards the woman, who smiled slightly at the recognition.
"Come on, Miss Morel. Stand up please." Stand? On wobbling ground, wobbling legs, tilting world? Can't hold, not Grand-Mere, so by own? No one? The girl pursed her lips slightly, staring at the woman, before ceasing movement of her foot and standing up slowly, using the armrests of the chair to support herself as she stood. No color woman smile, but better, not as creepy. "Good job. Now can you come with me?" The woman held out her hand toward the teenage girl, offering it.
For a moment, Angelique just stared at the woman, her eyes moving down from her face and traveling down her arm to rest at her hand. No! Not Grand-Mere, no hold! Bad like Mama! She shook her head slowly, staring at the hand, and the woman's smile dimmed and she retracted it. "Very well, then. Follow me, Miss Morel." Follow, one foot in front of the other, slowly carefully, don't fall, hurts when fall. white floor, white walls, no outside, no water, no blue, no color, color, color...
Additional Information: Angelique absolutely adores swimming, the water, and animals, and will gush over both if she is able.
Nicknames: Angel, Que-Que, Mama
Age: Nineteen years old
Gender: Female
Race: Three-quarters Ishvalan, One-quarter Amestrian
Working Status: Civilian. Doesn’t have a job, but is quite willing to do /anything/ for money, even whore herself out.
Alignment: Nuetral, but not normal neutral. She’s against the military, but, at the same time, isn’t evil, and doesn’t /actively/ work against them.
(If you want to see more pictures, I have them~!)
Appearance: Standing at 5’3”, Angelique is about average height, for a girl her age. Her brown hair, a trait inherited from one of her parents, she isn’t sure which, is usually pulled into pigtails, with bows wrapped around them. Her eyes, surprisingly when compared to her Ishvalan skin, are brown, something which she has gotten from her half-Amestrian father. The girl tends to dress in blue, almost always wearing dresses, and red is her second color of choice. Around her neck is a necklace, a silver chain with a fish dangling from it, as her only memory of her mother.
Defining Features/ Disabilities: She has many scars criss-crossing her back, which she absolutely refuses to talk about, if you want to see them.
Goals/Ambitions: Angelique wants to bring back her people, and is quite willing to sell herself out to do that. She also wants the Military to admit their mistake, and to help bring back her people, because then she will forgive them, but highly doubts that that will ever happen, unfortunately.
History: Angelique was born to a pair of loving Ishvalan parents, who adhered very much to their religious code. However, she was a bright and happy baby, and later young child, friends with everyone, even the Amestrian soldiers. Unfortunately, that all changed when she was seven, when a soldier, one that she had talked to in the past, even, shot one of her friends. The area plunged into war, and it was the most scarring time-period of her life.
For the next seven years, the young girl grew up far past her time, watching as her friends, and, eventually, her family, died around her. Angelique didn’t know how she ended up surviving, but she felt horrible for living, when most people she knew didn’t. And then came the alchemists. They made horrific paths of destruction throughout her land, slaughtering many, and it ingrained a deep fear of alchemy into the heart of the, at the time, fourteen-year-old girl.
That war changed her forever. Instead of the happy child she used to be, she was a teenager focused on survival, on staying away from the military and the dead bodies, the horrible, traumatizing memories of all those she knew falling in a death count around her. They killed one of their children, so they decided to slaughter all of them? No, Angelique would never understand, and she didn’t want to, not at all.
Survival bled into desperation, which led to her being willing to do anything. Part of her was happy for the fact that she hadn’t gotten the best education of her people’s religion, considering how focused she and her family had been on surviving, so she didn’t know how many codes she was breaking, and how far she would be cast out, but the other part simply mourned her old, innocent self, and wept at what she had become now.
At the age of seventeen, Angelique became pregnant, and it was one of the happiest days of her life once she realized. Yes, her life would become much harder, but she would have a family, and had brought someone else to be one of her people. Sure, he was going to be part Amestrian, but it didn’t matter.
Her son Julien was born, when she was eighteen, and it really was the happiest day of her life. Angelique cried tears of joy, something she couldn’t ever remember doing. If she cried in the past, it was out of sorrow and fear, before she believed her tears had dried up. Now, she had a family. Now, she wasn’t alone.
Personality: Angelique is an anti-social sort of person, very wary of others, especially when they are around her son. She’s quite good at putting on masks, though, and can quite easily portray emotions that she is definitely not feeling, at the moment. On the whole, though, Angelique is outwardly wary, always making sure to be an extra step away.
She can be quite cunning if she wants to be, though, worming into people’s confidences so she can possibly betray them, though only if that would suit her needs. The woman is very ‘her against the world’, considering her own survival, and her son’s, especially, the most important priority. Not antagonistic, or friendly, Angelique surveys everyone with a look that reads ‘STAY AWAY’, promising hurt that she will not be able to dish out if they don’t.
If you touch her son, though, be prepared to unleash the wrath of a mother upon you. She will destroy you in ways that you didn’t even believe possible. After all, Angelique is quite a fierce sight when angry, though the only way to really trigger her wrath would be to harm Julien.
Weapons and Tools: Angelique doesn’t have any weapons, besides an ornate dagger that she recovered from the ruins of Xerxes. It is not likely very useful, if it is at all. However, it doesn’t matter, seeing as Angelique is quite willing to throw a punch and run, and in fact most often does that.
Friends/Family: Parents are currently dead, a Half-Amestrian father and an Ishvalan Mother. She has a one-year-old son, named Julien, and has an older brother named Francis, whom she is currently separated from.
RP Sample: Angelique sat on the chair, perfectly motionless except for the slight tap of her right foot on the white tiled floor. White. Everything was white here, white like Grand-Mere's hair. No blue. Blue like that water, the rain, Mr. Poisson, her favorite dress.
"Miss Morel?" Oh, it was a woman. Woman like mother. Shifting her eyes onto the white-clad nurse, the girl evaluated her. Blonde hair, like Mr. Jenkins. Brown eyes, like Grand-Mere. White dress, Why white? No colors, colors, colors.
"Miss Morel, I know you can hear me." Hear? Never said anything about not hearing. Was looking at her, right? Hadn't moved, but was looking. Watching, watching.
A sigh from the no color woman, echoing echoing slightly in the white white room.[/color] "Answer me, Miss Morel." Answer? Talk, give reply, no color woman wasn't Grand-Mere, but supposed to answer. Answer what? Say what?[/color]
"...white..." A mumur of word, audible yet quiet. There! Answer! Now go away no color woman! Angelique's foot continued tapping on the floor, her brown eyes blinking languidly. No color woman not going away, staying and smiling. Not creepy smile like Mama smile, but bad smile.
Another sigh. Why? Oh, that was a rhyme! Like in a book! The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly upward, before they returned to stillness once more as the woman spoke. "Miss Morel, we need to go to your room." Room? Go home then? Angelique shifted slightly in her chair, so that her whole body was angled towards the woman, who smiled slightly at the recognition.
"Come on, Miss Morel. Stand up please." Stand? On wobbling ground, wobbling legs, tilting world? Can't hold, not Grand-Mere, so by own? No one? The girl pursed her lips slightly, staring at the woman, before ceasing movement of her foot and standing up slowly, using the armrests of the chair to support herself as she stood. No color woman smile, but better, not as creepy. "Good job. Now can you come with me?" The woman held out her hand toward the teenage girl, offering it.
For a moment, Angelique just stared at the woman, her eyes moving down from her face and traveling down her arm to rest at her hand. No! Not Grand-Mere, no hold! Bad like Mama! She shook her head slowly, staring at the hand, and the woman's smile dimmed and she retracted it. "Very well, then. Follow me, Miss Morel." Follow, one foot in front of the other, slowly carefully, don't fall, hurts when fall. white floor, white walls, no outside, no water, no blue, no color, color, color...
Additional Information: Angelique absolutely adores swimming, the water, and animals, and will gush over both if she is able.
