Post by Stéphanie Lefèbvre on Jun 3, 2007 13:01:58 GMT -5
Name: Stéphanie Mallorie Lefèbvre
Nick-Name: Steph, Sté-Sté… hmm, might be it. You try and find some interesting nicknames off that.
Blood: Pureblood
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Birthday: September 24th
Gender: Female
Likes: +Sex.
+Sex with boys (sometimes).
+Sex with girls (always).
+Boys. Sometimes.
+Girls. All the time.
+Flirting.
+Holding hands, all that stuff.
+Acting.
+Dancing.
+Singing.
+Being the centre of attention.
+Art (though she couldn’t draw, paint, or anything like that for the life of her).
+Being famous (even though she’s not… yet).
+You. =D
Dislikes: -Detention.
-Prejudice.
-Being picked on.
-Her sisters ignoring her.
-Being ignored in general.
-Her ‘father’ (the not-real one).
-Abstinence.
-Canned peaches.
-Animal cruelty.
-Feminism (she likes using her body to her advantage, thanks).
-Protesters.
-Stubborn people who won’t give it up.
-You, if you’re not into sex. =D
Hobbies: Acting, singing, dancing, entertaining, rugby, American football, football, getting her freak on at clubs, sex.
Favorite Food: French onion soup.
Least Favorite Food: Canned peaches.
Favorite Drink: Tequila.
Favorite Class: Drama! Er, um… well, maybe something like muggle studies.
Least Favorite Class: Most of them.
Favorite Color: Violet
Pet Name: Squee
Pet Race: Puppy - Doberman
Pet Age: Umm, like, two months.
Pet Description: He’s a little Doberman. Honestly. Cute, dark little body and big, soulful eyes that make her go ‘Squee!’
Biography: Once upon a time, there was a happy little couple who ran away and got married real young. Like, we’re talking seventeen and eighteen, here. Anyway, the chick got pregnant pretty fast. As in, wedding night. Nine months later? Twin girls, my friends, twin girls.
The woman named them Virginie and Gabrielle, and they became the lights of her life, along with her husband. Living in Auvergne in France, the babies became what you could call inseparable. They certainly didn’t look alike, but they had slept in the same crib, shared the same toys, and often portrayed similar traits.
Their younger sister came along so quickly afterwards that neither of the eldest Lefèbvre daughters could have had a chance to remember their mother’s second pregnancy, nor how their parents would’ve reacted to it. Their younger sister, Stéphanie was born a month late, kicking and screaming.
And, so it turned out, her whole life was doomed to be rather like that. The kicking and screaming, that was. By the time Virginie was seven, her parents were going through a bitter divorce concerning their last child. Apparently, somebody had had some sort of affair, and thus Steph had been born. Whatever the case, the family was falling apart.
In a vicious battle for custody, the eldest two wound up with their father, and that ‘bastard child’ whom he so blatantly refused to take care of was shipped off with her mother. She never visited the man, probably because he really wasn’t her real pops and all that.
She and her mother got along just great, and she loved seeing her sisters when she could. She thought them pretty, though didn’t really grasp the concept of ‘kissing your sisters is wrong’. Not even later in life. That sort of sucks. Oh well, moving on.
She was a popular kid at school, once she started going – loved to act, and sing, and generally entertain her peers. As the years progressed, she got a bit into the drinking and dancing scene, though nothing major. The men her mother brought home to ease the pain of her broken marriage she’d use shamelessly for her own sexual desire, though stuck firmly to kissing girls at school and at the clubs.
Her sisters’ visits eventually grew less frequent, and she found that she missed them more and more as the days progressed. Soon enough, she asked to be transferred to their school, but the offer was shot down.
Angry, Steph went and pounded on her mother’s ex-husband’s door, and gave him a good ‘talking to’. In other words, screamed in his face. She slept with Virginie (in a non-sexual sense), since he refused to make another bed for her. She stayed for a week, then went back home, where her mother had hardly even realized she’d been gone.
Eventually, she managed to find out where her siblings were headed, and filed her own transfer. Because, really, she was a bit sneaky like that. Beauxbatons, ahoy.
Personality: Can you say family slut? Like mother like daughter, apparently, since it’s doubtful she could remain faithful to any one person long enough to create anything meaningful. She’s always up for a good screw, and hangs around the clubs as much as possible as such.
She’s also pretty creepy in the way that she’s not above messing around with her older sisters. Or anybody, really. She’d pretty much get jiggy with just about anybody who let her. Oh yeah. Scary stuff right there.
Stéphanie is, quite obviously, confident in herself and her abilities. As such, she pretty much goes and tries out for whatever team she wants to. Because she’s pretty much sure she’s going to make it, you see?
Sports are her thing, provided they involve a lot of physical contact. She loves feeling someone’s skin against her own, so one could suppose it makes sense in a creepy, obsessive sort of way. I stress creepy and obsessive in case you have yet to get the picture here. She’s creepy and obsessive. Seriously. Like, there’s probably a good four of five restraining orders against her somewhere out there.
Other than generally being creepy like that, though, it’s probably best that you know she just does it for fun (and fucks). Expressions on people’s faces and all that. Because, at heart, Steph’s a bit of a goof. A fairly large good, in fact.
She loves animals to death, and her favourite toy as a kid was totally her stuffed dog Roger. Fascinated with the English, she dreams of becoming a singer/actress, preferably starting out in the latter. Sad thing is, she’s so convinced that that’s the way her life is going to end up that she hardly tries in school.
As such, her grades are mediocre. Passing, but barely. She’s an incorrigible flirt with a bit of a bad streak, who lips to give her superiors a bit of cheek. She spends most of her time in detention, but that’s cool. She can worm her way out of it with that silver tongue of hers and a little melodrama, usually.
Appearance: It’d be fair to say that, when this particular baby came out of her mother, there was little doubt on the topic of whether or not she was her father’s baby. He was pale as a ghost, her mother was just as white – and yet, her skin was tan to the point where you could’ve considered her half-black.
And, so it turned out, she was. The shade’s faded a little bit over the years, but Steph’s been left with the tanned skin and bright golden brown eyes nonetheless. About 5’6”, she grew shorter than the twins, but with more curves and different features. Her face was longer, her nose was different, she didn’t look like them at all.
Long, dark brown locks have had red streaks added to them over the years in some grand show of rebellion against her mother, and so the leggy creature’s got straight (though occasionally wavy) hair to match her personality, or something. Whoot?
Other: Lena. Again.
Role-Playing Sample: Nevar. =D
Nick-Name: Steph, Sté-Sté… hmm, might be it. You try and find some interesting nicknames off that.
Blood: Pureblood
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Birthday: September 24th
Gender: Female
Likes: +Sex.
+Sex with boys (sometimes).
+Sex with girls (always).
+Boys. Sometimes.
+Girls. All the time.
+Flirting.
+Holding hands, all that stuff.
+Acting.
+Dancing.
+Singing.
+Being the centre of attention.
+Art (though she couldn’t draw, paint, or anything like that for the life of her).
+Being famous (even though she’s not… yet).
+You. =D
Dislikes: -Detention.
-Prejudice.
-Being picked on.
-Her sisters ignoring her.
-Being ignored in general.
-Her ‘father’ (the not-real one).
-Abstinence.
-Canned peaches.
-Animal cruelty.
-Feminism (she likes using her body to her advantage, thanks).
-Protesters.
-Stubborn people who won’t give it up.
-You, if you’re not into sex. =D
Hobbies: Acting, singing, dancing, entertaining, rugby, American football, football, getting her freak on at clubs, sex.
Favorite Food: French onion soup.
Least Favorite Food: Canned peaches.
Favorite Drink: Tequila.
Favorite Class: Drama! Er, um… well, maybe something like muggle studies.
Least Favorite Class: Most of them.
Favorite Color: Violet
Pet Name: Squee
Pet Race: Puppy - Doberman
Pet Age: Umm, like, two months.
Pet Description: He’s a little Doberman. Honestly. Cute, dark little body and big, soulful eyes that make her go ‘Squee!’
Biography: Once upon a time, there was a happy little couple who ran away and got married real young. Like, we’re talking seventeen and eighteen, here. Anyway, the chick got pregnant pretty fast. As in, wedding night. Nine months later? Twin girls, my friends, twin girls.
The woman named them Virginie and Gabrielle, and they became the lights of her life, along with her husband. Living in Auvergne in France, the babies became what you could call inseparable. They certainly didn’t look alike, but they had slept in the same crib, shared the same toys, and often portrayed similar traits.
Their younger sister came along so quickly afterwards that neither of the eldest Lefèbvre daughters could have had a chance to remember their mother’s second pregnancy, nor how their parents would’ve reacted to it. Their younger sister, Stéphanie was born a month late, kicking and screaming.
And, so it turned out, her whole life was doomed to be rather like that. The kicking and screaming, that was. By the time Virginie was seven, her parents were going through a bitter divorce concerning their last child. Apparently, somebody had had some sort of affair, and thus Steph had been born. Whatever the case, the family was falling apart.
In a vicious battle for custody, the eldest two wound up with their father, and that ‘bastard child’ whom he so blatantly refused to take care of was shipped off with her mother. She never visited the man, probably because he really wasn’t her real pops and all that.
She and her mother got along just great, and she loved seeing her sisters when she could. She thought them pretty, though didn’t really grasp the concept of ‘kissing your sisters is wrong’. Not even later in life. That sort of sucks. Oh well, moving on.
She was a popular kid at school, once she started going – loved to act, and sing, and generally entertain her peers. As the years progressed, she got a bit into the drinking and dancing scene, though nothing major. The men her mother brought home to ease the pain of her broken marriage she’d use shamelessly for her own sexual desire, though stuck firmly to kissing girls at school and at the clubs.
Her sisters’ visits eventually grew less frequent, and she found that she missed them more and more as the days progressed. Soon enough, she asked to be transferred to their school, but the offer was shot down.
Angry, Steph went and pounded on her mother’s ex-husband’s door, and gave him a good ‘talking to’. In other words, screamed in his face. She slept with Virginie (in a non-sexual sense), since he refused to make another bed for her. She stayed for a week, then went back home, where her mother had hardly even realized she’d been gone.
Eventually, she managed to find out where her siblings were headed, and filed her own transfer. Because, really, she was a bit sneaky like that. Beauxbatons, ahoy.
Personality: Can you say family slut? Like mother like daughter, apparently, since it’s doubtful she could remain faithful to any one person long enough to create anything meaningful. She’s always up for a good screw, and hangs around the clubs as much as possible as such.
She’s also pretty creepy in the way that she’s not above messing around with her older sisters. Or anybody, really. She’d pretty much get jiggy with just about anybody who let her. Oh yeah. Scary stuff right there.
Stéphanie is, quite obviously, confident in herself and her abilities. As such, she pretty much goes and tries out for whatever team she wants to. Because she’s pretty much sure she’s going to make it, you see?
Sports are her thing, provided they involve a lot of physical contact. She loves feeling someone’s skin against her own, so one could suppose it makes sense in a creepy, obsessive sort of way. I stress creepy and obsessive in case you have yet to get the picture here. She’s creepy and obsessive. Seriously. Like, there’s probably a good four of five restraining orders against her somewhere out there.
Other than generally being creepy like that, though, it’s probably best that you know she just does it for fun (and fucks). Expressions on people’s faces and all that. Because, at heart, Steph’s a bit of a goof. A fairly large good, in fact.
She loves animals to death, and her favourite toy as a kid was totally her stuffed dog Roger. Fascinated with the English, she dreams of becoming a singer/actress, preferably starting out in the latter. Sad thing is, she’s so convinced that that’s the way her life is going to end up that she hardly tries in school.
As such, her grades are mediocre. Passing, but barely. She’s an incorrigible flirt with a bit of a bad streak, who lips to give her superiors a bit of cheek. She spends most of her time in detention, but that’s cool. She can worm her way out of it with that silver tongue of hers and a little melodrama, usually.
Appearance: It’d be fair to say that, when this particular baby came out of her mother, there was little doubt on the topic of whether or not she was her father’s baby. He was pale as a ghost, her mother was just as white – and yet, her skin was tan to the point where you could’ve considered her half-black.
And, so it turned out, she was. The shade’s faded a little bit over the years, but Steph’s been left with the tanned skin and bright golden brown eyes nonetheless. About 5’6”, she grew shorter than the twins, but with more curves and different features. Her face was longer, her nose was different, she didn’t look like them at all.
Long, dark brown locks have had red streaks added to them over the years in some grand show of rebellion against her mother, and so the leggy creature’s got straight (though occasionally wavy) hair to match her personality, or something. Whoot?
Other: Lena. Again.
Role-Playing Sample: Nevar. =D
