Post by Gabrielle Lefèbvre on Jun 3, 2007 12:15:01 GMT -5
Name: Gabrielle Paris Lefèbvre
Nick-Name: Gabs, Gabby, Gab, Bri, Elle, pretty much anything you can dream up based off her first name.
Blood: Pureblood
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Birthday: June 19th
Gender: Female
Likes: +Snowboarding.
+Mmm… casual sex.
+Writing poetry.
+Various martial arts.
+Reading books.
+Murder mysteries.
+Being on the honour roll.
+Winning life.
+Being a DE and killing people.
+Socializing.
+Chocolate.
+Bouillabaisse.
Dislikes: -Drugs/drinks/smokes.
-Druggies/drinkers/smokers.
-Her family, for the most part.
-Wasting her time.
-Animals.
-Committing to a single person.
-Astronomy, Divination… those sorts of courses.
-Hypocrisy.
-Corn.
-Tomatoes.
-Being accused of things.
-Beans.
Hobbies: Martial arts, writing poetry, singing, killing people (by night, when ordered to), having sex, snowboarding, skiing, basketball, football, swimming, gymnastics, reading.
Favorite Food: Bouillabaisse
Least Favorite Food: Corn
Favorite Drink: Apple juice
Favorite Class: Potions
Least Favorite Class: Astronomy
Favorite Color: White
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Age: N/A
Pet Description: N/A
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. Now, the twins were allowed to visit her whenever they pleased – they just didn’t. Ever, really. Maybe once a year, if that. Their father moved off to Strasbourg in an attempt to keep them separate from that ‘whore’ who’d given birth to them.
For a while, things seemed alright. Virginie and Gabrielle, however, hit a few bumps in the road to being good siblings. They fought, they no longer agreed, the couldn’t stand to be near one another. Gabby eventually sunk into an angry stage of being, whereas Virginie simply sunk into depression and anxiety.
Her angry phase only seemed to extend to those in her immediate family, however. She yelled at her father, she told her sister to stop being so ‘crazy’, she didn’t communicate with her half-sister, though oftentimes called her mother and begged her to take her. She wished more often than not that Steph had never come along.
And, soon, her visits to see her mother grew fewer and fewer, if only because their father used it as leverage to keep her under control. ‘Be nice, and you can see your mother’, essentially. It made her despise him, eventually hanging around people at school she knew he hated just to get under his skin.
Said people introduced her to a new world, however. A community of people who called themselves ‘Death Eaters’. Intrigued, she joined up, and began applying herself there. Her rage came out in training, and thus left her an incredibly pleasant person at school. A couple of years later, nobody even remembered Gabrielle’s hateful, angry former self. And nobody would’ve really been able to have guessed that she was killing people by night.
She was an honours student, involved in her school when it came to sports, and incredibly social. She kept her friends at a distance, casually made-out or had sex with some, and left it at that. Between her rage at home and her sister’s unpredictability, however, their father felt overwhelmed. He quickly shipped the twins off to Beauxbatons in their seventh year, praying being further away from him would calm them down at least a little bit.
Poor sap.
Personality: She’s hardcore. That’s all you’re getting. I’m serious. Hardcore. She studies extensively, she works out a lot, and she’s basically the well-rounded student you come to hate for having a slight social life, but managing everything else anyway.
She’s actually pretty nice, which could come as a shock, considering. Whether or not it’s an act is anybody’s guess. Her lies come easily, since she was born with a sort of silver tongue, and she actually shows pity for those around her. Sympathetic or strategic? Your call, really.
Her family seems to be the one area she’s not willing to bend a little about. She dislikes them, plain and simple. Virginie embarrasses her, and she blames Steph for her parents’ divorce, not their mother. Her father’s hard way of living is something she’s come to resent, and as such, she pretty much shuns the family on the whole. When asked about them, she generally changes the topic.
A keen snowboarder/skier during the winters, she’s gotten pretty good over the years. Keeping herself in shape via this and things like the martial arts have left her pretty much ready to handle whatever you fling at her. Which is nice, since she is a Death Eater and all.
Sent in as a spy, Gabby’s not above having a little casual sex while she’s there, you know? Committed relationships aren’t for her (nor anyone else in her family, it seems). She doesn’t like feeling that there’s a reason she should go back somewhere, and thus never really gives herself one.
Not the biggest fan of animals, she avoids pets with a passion. Why? Probably because Virginie throws such a fit over them being around that she’s just ruined the concept for her twin over time. Whatever the case, animals plus Gabs don’t work. Ever.
She’s a perfect little Death Eater by night, though – doesn’t disobey her commanders, gets the job done quickly, quietly, and efficiently, etc. Being fit comes in handy, really, when you’re trying to overpower someone in hand-to-hand.
Appearance: She shares her sister’s green eyes, though they never venture into the land of hazel. Instead, they occasionally take on a bit of grey, clouding over with something that, for the record, most definitely isn’t drug use.
Her blonde hair is cut in layers, framing her face nicely. Some claim they’ve seen side-bangs in there, but you could never be sure with the volume her ‘do has. The slight curls and definite waves are an inherited trait, which makes for some good fun most of the time. She detests the flat iron and almost never straightens her hair.
Standing at the same height as her twin, though they obviously carry little semblance other than that, she’s got high cheekbones, a smaller build, pale skin, and a ready smile. Friendly in appearance, but definitely not in nature.
Other: It’s Leeeeena. =D
Role-Playing Sample: Non. xP
Nick-Name: Gabs, Gabby, Gab, Bri, Elle, pretty much anything you can dream up based off her first name.
Blood: Pureblood
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Birthday: June 19th
Gender: Female
Likes: +Snowboarding.
+Mmm… casual sex.
+Writing poetry.
+Various martial arts.
+Reading books.
+Murder mysteries.
+Being on the honour roll.
+Winning life.
+Being a DE and killing people.
+Socializing.
+Chocolate.
+Bouillabaisse.
Dislikes: -Drugs/drinks/smokes.
-Druggies/drinkers/smokers.
-Her family, for the most part.
-Wasting her time.
-Animals.
-Committing to a single person.
-Astronomy, Divination… those sorts of courses.
-Hypocrisy.
-Corn.
-Tomatoes.
-Being accused of things.
-Beans.
Hobbies: Martial arts, writing poetry, singing, killing people (by night, when ordered to), having sex, snowboarding, skiing, basketball, football, swimming, gymnastics, reading.
Favorite Food: Bouillabaisse
Least Favorite Food: Corn
Favorite Drink: Apple juice
Favorite Class: Potions
Least Favorite Class: Astronomy
Favorite Color: White
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Age: N/A
Pet Description: N/A
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. Now, the twins were allowed to visit her whenever they pleased – they just didn’t. Ever, really. Maybe once a year, if that. Their father moved off to Strasbourg in an attempt to keep them separate from that ‘whore’ who’d given birth to them.
For a while, things seemed alright. Virginie and Gabrielle, however, hit a few bumps in the road to being good siblings. They fought, they no longer agreed, the couldn’t stand to be near one another. Gabby eventually sunk into an angry stage of being, whereas Virginie simply sunk into depression and anxiety.
Her angry phase only seemed to extend to those in her immediate family, however. She yelled at her father, she told her sister to stop being so ‘crazy’, she didn’t communicate with her half-sister, though oftentimes called her mother and begged her to take her. She wished more often than not that Steph had never come along.
And, soon, her visits to see her mother grew fewer and fewer, if only because their father used it as leverage to keep her under control. ‘Be nice, and you can see your mother’, essentially. It made her despise him, eventually hanging around people at school she knew he hated just to get under his skin.
Said people introduced her to a new world, however. A community of people who called themselves ‘Death Eaters’. Intrigued, she joined up, and began applying herself there. Her rage came out in training, and thus left her an incredibly pleasant person at school. A couple of years later, nobody even remembered Gabrielle’s hateful, angry former self. And nobody would’ve really been able to have guessed that she was killing people by night.
She was an honours student, involved in her school when it came to sports, and incredibly social. She kept her friends at a distance, casually made-out or had sex with some, and left it at that. Between her rage at home and her sister’s unpredictability, however, their father felt overwhelmed. He quickly shipped the twins off to Beauxbatons in their seventh year, praying being further away from him would calm them down at least a little bit.
Poor sap.
Personality: She’s hardcore. That’s all you’re getting. I’m serious. Hardcore. She studies extensively, she works out a lot, and she’s basically the well-rounded student you come to hate for having a slight social life, but managing everything else anyway.
She’s actually pretty nice, which could come as a shock, considering. Whether or not it’s an act is anybody’s guess. Her lies come easily, since she was born with a sort of silver tongue, and she actually shows pity for those around her. Sympathetic or strategic? Your call, really.
Her family seems to be the one area she’s not willing to bend a little about. She dislikes them, plain and simple. Virginie embarrasses her, and she blames Steph for her parents’ divorce, not their mother. Her father’s hard way of living is something she’s come to resent, and as such, she pretty much shuns the family on the whole. When asked about them, she generally changes the topic.
A keen snowboarder/skier during the winters, she’s gotten pretty good over the years. Keeping herself in shape via this and things like the martial arts have left her pretty much ready to handle whatever you fling at her. Which is nice, since she is a Death Eater and all.
Sent in as a spy, Gabby’s not above having a little casual sex while she’s there, you know? Committed relationships aren’t for her (nor anyone else in her family, it seems). She doesn’t like feeling that there’s a reason she should go back somewhere, and thus never really gives herself one.
Not the biggest fan of animals, she avoids pets with a passion. Why? Probably because Virginie throws such a fit over them being around that she’s just ruined the concept for her twin over time. Whatever the case, animals plus Gabs don’t work. Ever.
She’s a perfect little Death Eater by night, though – doesn’t disobey her commanders, gets the job done quickly, quietly, and efficiently, etc. Being fit comes in handy, really, when you’re trying to overpower someone in hand-to-hand.
Appearance: She shares her sister’s green eyes, though they never venture into the land of hazel. Instead, they occasionally take on a bit of grey, clouding over with something that, for the record, most definitely isn’t drug use.
Her blonde hair is cut in layers, framing her face nicely. Some claim they’ve seen side-bangs in there, but you could never be sure with the volume her ‘do has. The slight curls and definite waves are an inherited trait, which makes for some good fun most of the time. She detests the flat iron and almost never straightens her hair.
Standing at the same height as her twin, though they obviously carry little semblance other than that, she’s got high cheekbones, a smaller build, pale skin, and a ready smile. Friendly in appearance, but definitely not in nature.
Other: It’s Leeeeena. =D
Role-Playing Sample: Non. xP
