Post by cloche on Oct 9, 2006 16:17:39 GMT -5
Name: Cloché Nue
Occupation: Apprentice Entertainer
Nationality: Mostly French
Height: 5’
Weight:
“My brother said it’s rude to ask people their weight and if someone asked me I don’t have to answer.”
Age: 18
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Blue (varies on mood)
Appearance:
Long, thick, black wavy hair runs down to her waist. It gets very hard to deal with during the summer, but she still rarely puts it up due to some strict Christian beliefs. Her eyes are very large and bubbly bright blue hue. They appear to change as her mood changes dramatically (which happens quite frequently). She has a round healthy face, and a petite body. Her appearance slightly resembles that of a 13/14 year-old (though her personality is almost identical to an 8 year-old most of the time). She has a petite body and many cuts and scrapes scattered around her arms and legs through the many times she had fallen while walking (which also happens frequently). Strangely though, her chest is developed of that of an 18 year-old, which is probably why her brother had insisted on her to wear loose clothing.
Personality:
Being enclosed for most of her childhood, she was deprived from the social interaction needed to become more mature. So, her mind had stayed in a sort of child-like innocence state. Her principles are strict “bad or good” kind of ideals. Having complete trust in almost anyone she meets, she believes everything that is told to her. That is bad in many ways, though she continuously escaped from near-rape experiences with sheer luck and abundance in good people as friends. She’s quite clumsy and a bit of an airhead. Though being a true child in mind and heart, she has a very pleasing and optimistic nature which is refreshing in contrast to some dark, aloof characters one sees too often. She is quite slow in mind, but makes up for in determination. Also, like a child, she has an incredible sensitivity to being scolded or yelled at.
History: Born to a French family of nobles, this little girl should’ve led a life of happiness and ease. Though during her baptism, the priest had a vision. He told the family that they would lead a life of death, suffering, and division. Terrified, the family of four (a mother, a father, a 4 year old son, and their newborn daughter) left their home and most of their riches in haste.
Cloché spent most of her childhood in a convent in the middle of a valley. She was taught strictly the Christian way and the mannerisms of nobles, even though she had no idea of her past. Her parents partly blamed her for their lower-class lifestyle and so treated her neglectfully at times. Her brother, though, loved her very much (as a sister, no incest, please). Her brother, Léon, was a prodigy in his studies, magic, and swordsmanship. He taught her everything he knew, yet even after 10 years, she still could hardly wield a sword, let alone swing it.
She could not do any elemental standard magic (though fairly talented in wordology, though that came in later), her intelligence was average, she had sporadic strength, and had zero stamina and endurance. She could run fast, but only for short distances because of her poor endurance and tendency to trip and fall.
Miraculously, she had a few amazing talents. Her summoning skills were magnificent and jaw-dropping and she was amazing on the piano. Like an angel’s song her music seeped through the hearts of many and provided her with many scholarships to a number of schools. But before she could embark on her journey to greatness, she stumbled upon an old room below the convent.
Inside that room, she discovered a massive collection of ancient books and scrolls. When she showed her brother, he said that they told of an ancient story of angels and demons. In the back of the room there were two grotesque and freighting looking statues. One looked to be male, the other female. Both seemed to be reaching out of the ground and out to the person who looked upon them. Upon lightly placing her hand upon the female one, she was somehow engulfed by a great light and almost fainted.
A coarse, maniacal laughter rung through head as the sculpture crumbled to reveal the woman trapped inside: thin slightly burnt black/grey hair and traces of dried blood scattered around her.
“Hahahahahahha...Don’t you just loooooovvveeee the curiosity of youth, Michael? Hmmmm? HA! So you’re stuck in that wretched trap. H-What do we have here...?” the abomination was dressed in a tattered grey dress, eyes red like fire as she approached Léon. Cloché felt her sensation, like an incredible huger and lust which made Cloché scream in pain inside the woman who just laughed sadistically, “I love the sound of mortal screaming...” She lunged at Léon but even in her distressed state Cloché used all her might to stop the psychotic demon in whom she resided in at the moment. “Wretched girl....” the demon-woman sprung out through the ceiling of the small room and proceeded to kill nuns, monks, and unfortunate travelers who just needed a place to stay for the night. Cloché had no strength to fight with this woman anymore as she continued to scream in pain and agony. And now as the demon was again drenched in blood, she stood in front of Cloché’s parents who in vain tried to protect themselves. After all those who were in the convent were massacred incredibly, the woman bursted into laughter through the empty bloodied halls. Cloché had no more strength but to cry. Even the demon started to cry as she laughed into oblivion. Before giving into the demon, she could only squeak the words, “What is your name, miss?”
“Lilith. Remember it well.”
Little to Cloché or Lilith’s knowledge, a few moments before Léon had waken up and a voice rung through his head, “Hurry! Come!”
“Who...Where am I?”
“Your sister is in great danger, hurry and come to the statue this instant!”
The memories flooded back as Léon practically lunged at the statue in which again erupted into light as Léon’s body merged with it. Leading to before Cloché was fully taken over, Léon/Michael attacked the demon and incanted a few words. When Cloché came to she could see the man statue looking over her. He had golden long hair and incredibly clean clothes, yet no wings. “You’ll be alright, Cloché...” said Léon’s voice through the man.
“Léon! I-AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Cloché jumped from the unfamiliar person with Léon’s voice. She now remembered what had happened and what she had done. Cloché continued to yell out, through the bloodied halls, crying and screaming, unapproachable by Michael or Léon. As she continued to scream she could feel the sensation again.
“She’s unstable. If this continues she’ll turn back into Lilith!”
“I know! But what can we do?!”
“...You know what is to be done. Erase it. Erase it all, you know you can.”
“...Yes...But...there she’ll probably still break out if she sees either one of us again!”
“...Léon...”
“...I have to protect her!”
“You will just... Hurry!”
Léon knew Michael was right as he chased Cloché into the room where their parents had been killed. Cloché was sprawled screaming and kicking on the floor. Her eyes began to turn red and her hair began to thin...
“HURRY!”
Frozen by the horrid scene which he knew, even though the bodies were not together that they were his parents. Though, pushing he retained the best composure he could as he pinned Cloché down and put both hands on her forehead yelling out the incantation words of the old to start the magic.
“Léon?”
Instead of Michael, Léon was there now. Tough they weren’t in the convent but in the middle of the rain in a forest. Léon seemed to panic as she awoke. And quickly spoke his instructions.
“Cloché! Listen to me, I have to talk fast. I’ll always be with you-”
“Of course you-ah....Ow....Something hurts....”
Léon seemed to cry but through the rain Cloché couldn’t tell, though the pain was starting to get stronger.
“Stay with me! Listen, I need to go now-”
”Ahhh...But you said you would stay!”
The Léon now began to yell, as the rain seemed to pour harder.
“Cloché, remember what I’ve taught you, I will come back to you someday! Just keep go to school and look for me when you’re older! I love you!”
“No, Léon! Please stay? ..Ow...Please?”
Léon just smiled, “Look for me.”
Now, Cloché studies fervently and tries to live her life and find her brother. It’s been 5 years since it happened and the incident has been wiped from her memory. She only remembers up to that day and then it is blank until she sees Léon in the rain. So, being loyal to and obedient to her brother, she yells out his name wherever she goes with the hope that she will be reunited with her family again.
Style:
Cloché has been taught in a variety of the styles of magic for many years (mostly Elamentalism), though she still had not achieved much. She surprisingly though excelled in Wordology and Summoning. She can hardly wield any weapon lest she harm herself. Though she can do fairly well at anything if she focuses very hard, though, she shouldn’t do that very often.
Strengths:
Cloché is a very fast sprinter if she does not happen to trip or fall. Of course, sprinting only short distances, for her endurance is incredibly low for her to run her speed for more then about 3 minutes. She is also surprisingly strong for her size, though her strength comes and goes, depending on how tired she is. Her Summoning abilities are quite amazing, almost to the point of a prodigy and her Wordology is also admirable.
Weaknesses:
Cloché has horrible endurance and intelligence. On a one on one battle, she would probably loose unless by some extreme reason she continued to fall and trip until her opponent became too exhausted or he/she hit himself. She also has a horrible habit of falling asleep during random times during the day. Because of her lack of awareness, she has no sense in time and usually forgets to fall asleep. To compensate, her body shuts down to make up for lost sleep. The duration of her naps is also random, which is quite unhandy when fighting.
Spell List:
Léon- a humongous lion with eagle wings.
Petet- a small rabbit creature who, when angered, mouth triples in size and reveals horribly jagged teeth
B - an ogre-like being with a contorted face but incredibly strong
“Lumen”- any lamp, bulb, or anything that emits any sort of light immediately turns on
And other things too, with wordology, she usually uses Latin or French words.
Weapons/Gear:
None
Items:
A large backpack in which was constructed to scientifically reduce the air resistance to make the bag seem lighter and a collapsible piano.
Note:
Pronunciation:
Cloe- shay
Leh-yon
Cloché also has an endless stomach, and her favorite food is roast boar.
She plays the piano incredibly well.
She loves animals, though besides the ones she summons, most tend to hate her.
Oh, and her birthday is on the Ides of March.
Author's Note:
Ugh, I didn't feel very good today so the history when it starts going into dialog and such, I believe my writing there is just ....UGH!
Maybe one day I will rewrite it but, I think it'll be easier to get this out as soon as possible for you all to critique and such. Have fun reading X.x
Occupation: Apprentice Entertainer
Nationality: Mostly French
Height: 5’
Weight:
“My brother said it’s rude to ask people their weight and if someone asked me I don’t have to answer.”
Age: 18
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Light Blue (varies on mood)
Appearance:
Long, thick, black wavy hair runs down to her waist. It gets very hard to deal with during the summer, but she still rarely puts it up due to some strict Christian beliefs. Her eyes are very large and bubbly bright blue hue. They appear to change as her mood changes dramatically (which happens quite frequently). She has a round healthy face, and a petite body. Her appearance slightly resembles that of a 13/14 year-old (though her personality is almost identical to an 8 year-old most of the time). She has a petite body and many cuts and scrapes scattered around her arms and legs through the many times she had fallen while walking (which also happens frequently). Strangely though, her chest is developed of that of an 18 year-old, which is probably why her brother had insisted on her to wear loose clothing.
Personality:
Being enclosed for most of her childhood, she was deprived from the social interaction needed to become more mature. So, her mind had stayed in a sort of child-like innocence state. Her principles are strict “bad or good” kind of ideals. Having complete trust in almost anyone she meets, she believes everything that is told to her. That is bad in many ways, though she continuously escaped from near-rape experiences with sheer luck and abundance in good people as friends. She’s quite clumsy and a bit of an airhead. Though being a true child in mind and heart, she has a very pleasing and optimistic nature which is refreshing in contrast to some dark, aloof characters one sees too often. She is quite slow in mind, but makes up for in determination. Also, like a child, she has an incredible sensitivity to being scolded or yelled at.
History: Born to a French family of nobles, this little girl should’ve led a life of happiness and ease. Though during her baptism, the priest had a vision. He told the family that they would lead a life of death, suffering, and division. Terrified, the family of four (a mother, a father, a 4 year old son, and their newborn daughter) left their home and most of their riches in haste.
Cloché spent most of her childhood in a convent in the middle of a valley. She was taught strictly the Christian way and the mannerisms of nobles, even though she had no idea of her past. Her parents partly blamed her for their lower-class lifestyle and so treated her neglectfully at times. Her brother, though, loved her very much (as a sister, no incest, please). Her brother, Léon, was a prodigy in his studies, magic, and swordsmanship. He taught her everything he knew, yet even after 10 years, she still could hardly wield a sword, let alone swing it.
She could not do any elemental standard magic (though fairly talented in wordology, though that came in later), her intelligence was average, she had sporadic strength, and had zero stamina and endurance. She could run fast, but only for short distances because of her poor endurance and tendency to trip and fall.
Miraculously, she had a few amazing talents. Her summoning skills were magnificent and jaw-dropping and she was amazing on the piano. Like an angel’s song her music seeped through the hearts of many and provided her with many scholarships to a number of schools. But before she could embark on her journey to greatness, she stumbled upon an old room below the convent.
Inside that room, she discovered a massive collection of ancient books and scrolls. When she showed her brother, he said that they told of an ancient story of angels and demons. In the back of the room there were two grotesque and freighting looking statues. One looked to be male, the other female. Both seemed to be reaching out of the ground and out to the person who looked upon them. Upon lightly placing her hand upon the female one, she was somehow engulfed by a great light and almost fainted.
A coarse, maniacal laughter rung through head as the sculpture crumbled to reveal the woman trapped inside: thin slightly burnt black/grey hair and traces of dried blood scattered around her.
“Hahahahahahha...Don’t you just loooooovvveeee the curiosity of youth, Michael? Hmmmm? HA! So you’re stuck in that wretched trap. H-What do we have here...?” the abomination was dressed in a tattered grey dress, eyes red like fire as she approached Léon. Cloché felt her sensation, like an incredible huger and lust which made Cloché scream in pain inside the woman who just laughed sadistically, “I love the sound of mortal screaming...” She lunged at Léon but even in her distressed state Cloché used all her might to stop the psychotic demon in whom she resided in at the moment. “Wretched girl....” the demon-woman sprung out through the ceiling of the small room and proceeded to kill nuns, monks, and unfortunate travelers who just needed a place to stay for the night. Cloché had no strength to fight with this woman anymore as she continued to scream in pain and agony. And now as the demon was again drenched in blood, she stood in front of Cloché’s parents who in vain tried to protect themselves. After all those who were in the convent were massacred incredibly, the woman bursted into laughter through the empty bloodied halls. Cloché had no more strength but to cry. Even the demon started to cry as she laughed into oblivion. Before giving into the demon, she could only squeak the words, “What is your name, miss?”
“Lilith. Remember it well.”
Little to Cloché or Lilith’s knowledge, a few moments before Léon had waken up and a voice rung through his head, “Hurry! Come!”
“Who...Where am I?”
“Your sister is in great danger, hurry and come to the statue this instant!”
The memories flooded back as Léon practically lunged at the statue in which again erupted into light as Léon’s body merged with it. Leading to before Cloché was fully taken over, Léon/Michael attacked the demon and incanted a few words. When Cloché came to she could see the man statue looking over her. He had golden long hair and incredibly clean clothes, yet no wings. “You’ll be alright, Cloché...” said Léon’s voice through the man.
“Léon! I-AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Cloché jumped from the unfamiliar person with Léon’s voice. She now remembered what had happened and what she had done. Cloché continued to yell out, through the bloodied halls, crying and screaming, unapproachable by Michael or Léon. As she continued to scream she could feel the sensation again.
“She’s unstable. If this continues she’ll turn back into Lilith!”
“I know! But what can we do?!”
“...You know what is to be done. Erase it. Erase it all, you know you can.”
“...Yes...But...there she’ll probably still break out if she sees either one of us again!”
“...Léon...”
“...I have to protect her!”
“You will just... Hurry!”
Léon knew Michael was right as he chased Cloché into the room where their parents had been killed. Cloché was sprawled screaming and kicking on the floor. Her eyes began to turn red and her hair began to thin...
“HURRY!”
Frozen by the horrid scene which he knew, even though the bodies were not together that they were his parents. Though, pushing he retained the best composure he could as he pinned Cloché down and put both hands on her forehead yelling out the incantation words of the old to start the magic.
“Léon?”
Instead of Michael, Léon was there now. Tough they weren’t in the convent but in the middle of the rain in a forest. Léon seemed to panic as she awoke. And quickly spoke his instructions.
“Cloché! Listen to me, I have to talk fast. I’ll always be with you-”
“Of course you-ah....Ow....Something hurts....”
Léon seemed to cry but through the rain Cloché couldn’t tell, though the pain was starting to get stronger.
“Stay with me! Listen, I need to go now-”
”Ahhh...But you said you would stay!”
The Léon now began to yell, as the rain seemed to pour harder.
“Cloché, remember what I’ve taught you, I will come back to you someday! Just keep go to school and look for me when you’re older! I love you!”
“No, Léon! Please stay? ..Ow...Please?”
Léon just smiled, “Look for me.”
Now, Cloché studies fervently and tries to live her life and find her brother. It’s been 5 years since it happened and the incident has been wiped from her memory. She only remembers up to that day and then it is blank until she sees Léon in the rain. So, being loyal to and obedient to her brother, she yells out his name wherever she goes with the hope that she will be reunited with her family again.
Style:
Cloché has been taught in a variety of the styles of magic for many years (mostly Elamentalism), though she still had not achieved much. She surprisingly though excelled in Wordology and Summoning. She can hardly wield any weapon lest she harm herself. Though she can do fairly well at anything if she focuses very hard, though, she shouldn’t do that very often.
Strengths:
Cloché is a very fast sprinter if she does not happen to trip or fall. Of course, sprinting only short distances, for her endurance is incredibly low for her to run her speed for more then about 3 minutes. She is also surprisingly strong for her size, though her strength comes and goes, depending on how tired she is. Her Summoning abilities are quite amazing, almost to the point of a prodigy and her Wordology is also admirable.
Weaknesses:
Cloché has horrible endurance and intelligence. On a one on one battle, she would probably loose unless by some extreme reason she continued to fall and trip until her opponent became too exhausted or he/she hit himself. She also has a horrible habit of falling asleep during random times during the day. Because of her lack of awareness, she has no sense in time and usually forgets to fall asleep. To compensate, her body shuts down to make up for lost sleep. The duration of her naps is also random, which is quite unhandy when fighting.
Spell List:
Léon- a humongous lion with eagle wings.
Petet- a small rabbit creature who, when angered, mouth triples in size and reveals horribly jagged teeth
B - an ogre-like being with a contorted face but incredibly strong
“Lumen”- any lamp, bulb, or anything that emits any sort of light immediately turns on
And other things too, with wordology, she usually uses Latin or French words.
Weapons/Gear:
None
Items:
A large backpack in which was constructed to scientifically reduce the air resistance to make the bag seem lighter and a collapsible piano.
Note:
Pronunciation:
Cloe- shay
Leh-yon
Cloché also has an endless stomach, and her favorite food is roast boar.
She plays the piano incredibly well.
She loves animals, though besides the ones she summons, most tend to hate her.
Oh, and her birthday is on the Ides of March.
Author's Note:
Ugh, I didn't feel very good today so the history when it starts going into dialog and such, I believe my writing there is just ....UGH!
Maybe one day I will rewrite it but, I think it'll be easier to get this out as soon as possible for you all to critique and such. Have fun reading X.x
