Post by zzz - Mylène LaCoquine on Jan 3, 2012 15:27:39 GMT -5
Mylène LaCoquine
---- THE BASICS
Character's Full Name: Mylène Cerise LaCoquine[/b]: You might not call this a strength, but Mylène has always been able to count on a streak of good luck to get her out of anything she might have stumbled into, and concerning how reckless and curious she is, this cannot be held in high enough regards.
Nicknames and Aliases: Lenny, Mylie, Cocky, Whirlwind
Age: 19
Species: Human / Psychic
Played By: Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Appearance:
Mylène ist rather small, 5’2’’ only, and so she looks even younger than 19. Her figure would be described as petite, almost fragile and she uses that to her advantage often enough. Underneath this fragility there is a LOT of energy though, and when she’s in good spirits she might remind you of a little bouncing ball.
Her hair is a chestnut brown and falls in gentle waves almost down to her waist. She usually wears them with a side parting over her right eye, and the hair at the utmost front is a bit shorter than the rest, but not short enough you could call them bangs, she still can tug them behind the ear.
Mylène’s eyes are green, not bright emerald, but a dimmer shade and there is a little circle of black around the iris, and if you come close enough you can find little specks of brown in them as well.
She cannot be nailed down on one specific style, as she liked to adapt to situations. Then again, there are a few acessoires never missing, and somehow she manages to let it look chic even though some things don’t usually mix well. That would be her beloved black leather jacket for one, tight fitting and skimpy, and ever since she discovered Chucks for herself, they too are her close companions, variating in color. She never shies away from a feminine clothing style as well, so skirts in all kind of lengths can be seen on her as well as jeans. Having developed a weakness for earrings, her ears have been pierced for quite some time now, and she loves to wear at least one ring on each hand as well.
Two years ago she also got herself a navel piercing, and ever since then her tops often show her belly when she goes out.
A tattoo showing the Fleur-de-lis, the symbol of the French Monarchy, is situated on her right shoulder blade, often visible when she wears strapless tops or tank tops. The lily is overwritten by the Word “Liberté, Ègalité, Fraternité”, the motto of the First French Revolution, and underneath the lily the war cry of the second revolution of 1830: “Vive la Charte” (Long live the Charta). That might seem freaky or over-patriotic to anyone not knowing Mylène, but it’s not like she would care.
Personality:
The first thing anyone would probably would notice about Mylène is her cockiness and her bounciness. She is very lively, and so often appears younger than her nineteen years of age. Anyone not getting along with her sometimes childish ideas is deemed a spoilsport by her, and she often sweeps across the room like a whirlwind, not caring what more ‘mature’ people could think of her.
There is one thing however she is deadly serious about: Justice and Equality. Growing up in Paris, a city that combines glamour and glitter with poverty and disparity like only a few other cities can, where the banlieus and backstreets compete with the treasured ‘city of love’ for your attention, Mylène has somehow never been able to turn a blind eye to what she saw and still sees today where she is now. From an early age, she loved the tales of the Great Revolutions that took place in the very same streets she was now roaming. It all seemed so wonderfully easy, raise the barricades and fight for what you think is right! Nowadays however the Parisiens have become a spineless lot in her eyes, but she kept those dreams alive in her, even when her parents took her to the USA at the age of thirteen.
Injustice in general is a red rag for her. If she sees injustice done by greed and superciliousness you can bet she will not stay silent for long. Or she stays silent, and that is when you should be most afraid, as then she is plotting for some greater scheme.
That this often got her in trouble with authorities needn’t be said, and she is famous for her long list of detentions back when she still was in school, as she also can be rather stubborn.
Those however who treat her nice and can put up with her sometimes peculiar ways, will find a true friend in her, who somehow often seems to know just what to say when you have a problem…
Powers and Strengths:
Mylène is a psychic which manifests itself in her overdeveloped intuition or empathy. When she sees someone she does get a vague idea of how the person feels like and the stronger the feeling, the clearer the picture gets. She can’t see into people’s heads and find out the reason for their mood, but when she talks to people about it, often enough their mood changes and reactions give away enough to create a rough puzzle.
There is also another ability, often working hand in hand with her empathy, though it’s ‘wilder’ as she can’t control it: Retrocognition. Sometimes, and often when she is faced with a strong mixture of emotions, Mylène gets assaulted by a vision of the past, particularly of the past that has to do with the emotion of her counterpart, sometimes like a reason why. These pictures are never very clear however, and it often takes time to sort them out so she can understand it all.
Other strengths:
[+]Innocent looks: She does not look like she could be much trouble, and that can make people underestimate her easily and who is too sure of his own victory is prone to make faults of his own. When she batters her eyelashes at someone, they might have a very hard time resisting her.
[+]Lightheartedness: “Smile at the world and it will smile back” is one of Mylène’s mottos, and she lives by it almost every day. This cheery and easygoing nature of hers makes it easy for her to find friends [/ul]
Vulnerabilities and Weaknesses:
[-]Authorities: She doesn’t like them, doesn’t obey them, simply is too much of a revolutionary to follow orders she doesn’t agree on. That this means trouble needn’t be said. That also includes her father by the way… these two haven’t exchanged a word without breaking out into an argument in years
[-]Handsome Boys: She likes to look at them, and she will turn on the flirt machine and/or the innocent sweet act to get them to notice her. Even if you might have been talking to her, the very instant she sees a handsome face she wants to know better she is lost to further conversation.
[-]Righteous: In her strive for what she thinks is right, Mylène’s way of discussion can get quite heated and she often is blind to other arguments.
[-]Cynophobia: Ever since being attacked one evening by a free running dog, Mylène freezes at the sheer sound of barking and it costs her much to not turn and run when she sees a dog without a leash.
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---- HISTORY
Florence Loufiat met her future husband Benoit LaCoquine under the most peculiar circumstances that should have stated their social difference from the beginning: She was a newly acquired server of the catering company that took care of the reception in which same Benoit was celebrated for his first succesful undertaking in his father’s arms deal company. He might have never noticed her, hadn’t she spilled a whole tablet of champagine glasses over his costly suit, but apparently fate couldn’t think of any better way to bring these two together. What started out as a secret affair, turned into quite the scandalous feast for the Parisian press when Benoit chose to marry Florence Loufiat, who had nigh to no money and had been growing up in the ‘banlieues’ of Paris, where poverty and crime was the norm.
Mylène was born as their third child, their only daughter after two sons, Benoit jr. and Émilien. From an early age, she showed her disinterest in becoming the high society girl she was born to become from her father’s side, and rather spent her time on the streets with friends especially her father frowned on. She was no bad student, but also not as good as she probably could have been, as interest and devotion can’t be bought by any money. The only subject she ever was interested in was History, and especially the French history of the revolutions. Ever since hearing these tales for the first time, Mylène knew who her role models and heroes were. She devoured a copy of Victor Hugo’s ‘Les Miserables’ at the age of nine, even though it was by no means a children’s book. Of every character in the book, she adored Enjolras the most, the leader of the uprising, and it didn’t take long for her to assume his role in the street games she was playing with her friends, building barricades out of everything they could find.
Her parents saw their daughter’s development with concern, but all attempts to turn her into a dutiful and, well, female young girl were not very fruitful. They put all their pride in their eldest, Benoit jr. however, who vastly seemed to become interested and involved into his father’s business. After graduation he began the study of business management and his internships all brought him back to the family concern.
It was around that time when Benoit senior answered the call to take up the role as branch office manager in the family’s subsidiary in Virginia, USA and asked his wife and the two remaining children who had yet to come of age to accompany him and settle down in the nearby town Mystic Falls. Mylène didn’t want to leave Paris and everything she knew behind, but at the age of only thirteen she didn’t have much say in these matters. By then she had grown ever more rebellious and also extended her strives for justice on other topics. She became an almost militant vegetarian and urged her father to donate to various relief organisations all over the globe.
Growing older, she took it on herself to fight her own little war against injustice, and soon found a sad counterfigure for all that she started to hate: her own father. He was one of those bigwigs in a corrupt world who seemed to care little about the people below him. He had married her mother but nowadays rarely thought of where she had come from. From the day on she realized that, there was never a normal conversation between these two again, it always turned into a heated argument sooner or later. However much Émilien and Florence tried to intermediate, father and daughter grew more and more estranged.
Mylène was now more often than not seen on demonstrations and sitting blockades, getting arrested more than once when she refused to yield. Tackling puberty head on, she refused all kinds of authorities and vanished more and more into her dream world where she imagined herself to be some sort of modern Robin Hood.
It didn’t help that around this difficult time, Mylène also started to develop a curious power that seriously confused her. She had always been good at estimating people’s moods, but now she was practically assaulted with emotions, especially when they were strong. That didn’t make her arguments with her father any easier, even though she now thought to understand why he was feeling the way he did. Sometimes she could feel guilt behind his anger, and that encouraged her to push him further, instead of choosing to yield.
It was during one of those arguments that she suddenly winced and saw a completely unrelated – or so she thought – scene playing before her inner eye: her father sitting at his desk looking over a list of sums that oddly didn’t match. She couldn’t remember this scene from her own memory, so it scared her quite a bit and she broke off the argument in mid-sentence, vanishing into her room.
These happenings, flashbacks or whatever she could call them returned at the oddest of times, and over the years Mylène started to understand them more and more: they showed her scenes from a person’s past and these little snippets were often linked with the emotion that person had been prominently feeling when it happened. Often has she tried to dig into that peculiar power on her own, but so far she has never mastered it, they come unbidden and never come when she wants them.
The years went by and Mylène grew up from a girl to be a young woman. She is still holding fast to her ideals, but has learned to at least a small extent to rein her own emotions in and pursue her goals a little more from the logical side. Now after graduating from Mystic Falls High, she wants to study History and International Relations, to maybe one day be able to do her own good deeds in the world the only way that seems to count nowadays: in a well-founded position.
---- ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
“…have counted each man.
I will tell what i can.
Better be warned they have armies to spare
and the danger is real
We will need all our cunning.
to bring them to yield”
With her eyes tightly shut, Mylène lay on her bed, emerging herself fully into the familiar tune and the story she knew so well. She was not only listening, She WAS at the barricade and listened with pent-up breath to Javert’s treacherous report. Feeling her heart flutter in her throat, she estimated the force of the National Guard that was set to march against them. Could they hold?! But then another voice rose from the shocked whispering, calm, confident. The voice of a true leader:
”Have faith
If you know what there movments are we'll spoil their game
there are ways that our people can fight
we shall over come there power!”
Not for the first time and surely not for the last, Mylène felt her heart swell at these proud words. Yes! Enjolras was right, they could do it! All it needed was a strong heart and mind, and friends standing together come what may! The luck was with the righteous! But yet, there was a serpent in their midst, a spy that needed to be found and eliminated, so he could no longer spill his deadly poison amongst them. With a soft smile Mylène listened to the little boy Gavroche demasking Javert as the traitor he was. Gavroche was surely one of her favourite characters of both book and musical, right after Enjolras himself. She didn’t have patience for all these lovestruck fools like Marius or especially Cosette. More often than not she simply skipped their songs and moved onward to the more important matters. But right now she was enjoying Gavroche’s elaborations of the ‘little people’ who she counted herself to, as being only 5’2.
“And little people know
When little people fight
We may look easy pickings
But we've got some bite
So never kick a dog
Because he's just a pup
We'll fight like twenty armies
And we won't give up
So you'd better run for cover
When the pup grows up!”
There was probably no better and more amusing sum-up in the whole wide world. “We might look easy pickings, but we’ve got some bite.” Many people had underestimated her ‘bite’ already, and they had paid dearly. When Mylène wanted, she could be as aggressive as a terrier. It was a good thing she hardly felt like that, only when she was seriously challenged by some bighead.
Soon though her thoughts were all captured by the rousing events of the musical again, and she felt with them, fought with them, and in the end… failed with them. And yet, not all was over. One day, somewhere people would rise up again and fight for a better world. It was only a matter of time. With hope in her heart, Mylène wholeheartedly joined in the final hymn, not even hearing the soft knocking on her door that died down after a while as she wasn’t reacting.
”Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
when tomorrow comes!”
Yes. Beware all you bigwigs! Tomorrow comes!
---- THE PLAYER
Alias: Gwen is fine ^^
RP Experience: four to five years
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