Isabelle Laurent

[Isabelle Laurent]

About You:
Name: Janna
Age: 29
RP Experience: Over a year and a half now
Contact Information: pm please

About the Character:
Name: Isabelle Nicole Laurent
Nickname(s): Belle
Sex: Female
Age: 16
Year: Sixth Year
Classes Taken: Sixth Year Classes:
Day One: Divination, Potions
Day Two: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures
Day Three: History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts
Day Four: Transfiguring, Charm Work
Day Five: Proper Witch Etiquette, Muggle Studies (the Arts)


Appearance:
Avatar: Rachel Bilson
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Very dark brown, almost black
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 101 lbs.
Build: Tiny frame and build, but she is curvaceous

General Appearance: Captivating dark brown eyes that have the ability to look right through a person are the first thing you’ll notice when you first encounter Belle. Large, doe shaped and wide set those eyes hide anything that she is going through or thinking. A small upturned nose sits between them and leads to her full, pouty lips that are either curled into a cruel smirk or mischievous smile. Often described as a mysterious beauty, Belle’s face is usually expressionless which only adds to the mystery. Raven hair frames her heart shaped face hanging in glossy, loose waves or straight strands.

Flawless porcelain skin covers both her face and body, she takes care of it with special products that her great grandmother created and never goes out in the sun without a large hat to protect her face. Her frame is small, she has delicate shoulders and a slender build but she also is blessed with womanly curves. She moves with a grace and poise that is not often found in girls her age, but she has been groomed since she was a small girl to always move as a lady would. Standing a tiny 5’4” Belle carries herself as if she was much taller, her posture is perfect another thing she was relentlessly coached as a child. Lean muscle covers her arms and legs thanks to her relentless training for Quidditch which she plays with a passion unmatched.
There is an unmistakeable sensuality to Belle, boys are rendered speechless around her and girls are left cold by the alluring aura that surrounds her. Even in her powder blue school uniform Belle manages to look more stylish and trendy then other girls. When not in uniform she wears clothes that are form fitting and trendy, she has a sophistication and is able to wear clothing intended for women twice her age and doesn’t look old or dowdy in them. Preferring dark and vibrant colours over pastels and pale shades Belle always stands out in a crowd. She also loves accessories and jewellery, she knows how to pairs multiple pieces together without it looking gaudy or over the top.

Wand: 16 inches, black walnut, siren hair core
Other: Belle is one forth siren which only adds to her allure and beauty.

Personality:
General Personality: To say that Belle isn’t the easiest person to get along with is an under statement. With a sharp tongue, wicked sense of humour and cruel intentions Belle doesn’t have main friends if any, if she does spend time with a person it is because they have something to offer her not because she genuinely likes them.

Manipulative at her core, Belle calculates everything that comes out of her mouth carefully. She has pitted many people against each other because it either serves a purpose that suits her best or just because it amuses her to see friends at each others throats. As any good puppet master she has never been suspected of these crimes against her fellow students instead she finds girls who are desperate enough to be associated with her to do her dirty work. She has tricked many people into believing that she is in fact a vulnerable creature who lashes out at other students because she hurting, but nothing could be further from the truth. Belle is not vulnerable, do not be fooled by the big sad eyes and angst ridden demeanour. If you ever do see Belle looking down trodden it is because her plan hasn’t gone as she has planned (which is very, very rare) or she has received a letter from her equally cruel mother or grandmother.

Taught at a young age that men only want one thing, a beautiful woman on their arm and in their beds, so she treats every other girl as if they are the competition and even enemies. Whenever boys visit Beauxbatons Belle is one hundred percent on her game. Flirty, mysterious, and seductive Belle knows how to entice even the most faithful of boyfriends and has earned herself the reputation of a harlot. While most girls would be ashamed of being called that Belle is proud and doesn’t feel guilty what so ever for breaking someone’s heart, because after she has lured in a boy she only uses them and tosses them aside. She has never met any male worthy enough to keep around longer then one night, if that. Not easily impressed Belle frustrates a lot of boys by showing little to no interest in them unless someone else is. She has never opened her heart to anyone before and would only do so if she truly trusted that person completely, which would be a difficult thing since she trusts no one.

A fierce competitor when it comes to Quidditch, Belle stays just within the rules of the game and no one is safe from her when the game is in play. She has caused many injuries over the years and never apologized, because winning is everything even if it means someone gets hurt in the process. She plays despite her mother and grandmother’s objections, they find it appalling that their heir plays a game that in their mind is meant for boys.

Likes: People who are honest, not matter how brutal and cruel it might be. She can not help but respect someone who is able to be honest, even though most of the time she is not.
Dislikes: People who always see the bright side of things no matter how bad it gets, perky people nauseate her and drive her crazy because she doesn’t understand that type of thinking. People who are clingy and desperate for love and attention, but most of all people who always do the right thing. Goody two shoes push her over the edge and she feels the need to destroy them.

History: Raised in a large estate by three of the most over bearing women to walk the earth, Isabelle Nicole Laurent did not have a simple or pleasant upbringing. Her father was never part of the picture, he served his purpose and then thrown out into cold by her calculating mother. Living in the empty and cold home with her great grandmother, grandmother and mother, Belle was quickly learned not to cross these strong and fiercely independent women. Men floated in and out of the home and her life over the yeas but she learned not to become to attached since they were never were around for very long. Her family taught her that being a lady was the up most important thing, she was put through rigorous etiquette lessons from the age of five. When she was older they made sure that she knew that beauty was everything, and that men were nothing but pawns unless you found one worthy and wealthy enough to keep around.

When she was accepted into Beauxbatons it was the first time she was able to do things on her own without having someone looking over her shoulder and judging her every move and motive. She was never a sweet and friendly girl much more preferring to spend time by herself and plotting her future. She never had many friends and any that she managed to accumulate she managed to drive away. As she got older, her mean streak came out into the forefront and no one was safe from her wrath. She quickly gained the reputation of someone that you didn’t cross and who you didn’t confide in, she remembers everything little detail about secrets and isn’t afraid to use them as ammo. Her life at school is lonely but it doesn’t compare to what she goes through when she returns home for the summer.

When she returns to the Laurent estate that is on the southern coast of France there is no warm welcome home. She usually returns to an empty house or one full of strangers depending on if her mother and grandmother are entertaining at home, or off gallivanting somewhere else. Either way it is somehow worse being there, her mother scrutinizes her every move and mood. While her grandmother lectures her about the ways of the Laurent women, telling Belle the stories of their past and because of what they are how they must behave. Her great grandmother was worse but she died when Belle was thirteen, she was the most critical of Belle’s elders because she had more siren blood in her veins. She is always haunted by the stories and memories of what the women in her family have done over the years. The evil nature of the siren and what they do is always fresh in her mind when she is at home. For some that might be enough not to follow in those who have come before her footsteps, but Belle finds herself surrounded by boys and men when the house is full and often gives into that devious nature that is within her.

Family: Sophia Laurent-Great Grandmother-Deceased
Desiree Laurent-Grandmother-Living
Natasha Laurent-Mother-Living
Henri Pierrette-Father-Whereabouts unknown

Sample RP: (From Blue Moon, character is a vampire)


Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into a year. She could hardly believe that she had been in Baltimore that for that long, that she had been separated from her beloved for that long. Renee rarely left her small home that was in the gated community where the coven resided, when she did it was to wander around the old ruins of what was once the beautiful and spectacular coven mansion. It was a sad thing really, it was if she went there to remind herself of everything that she had lost in what was a blink of an eye. But tonight would be different, tonight she would leave the safety of the coven and venture out into the loud and dirty streets of Baltimore.

Dressed in what she thought would be appropriate for a drink in lightweight wool, straight leg, black trousers, a black, silk, cap sleeve blouse that fitted so it just slightly skimmed over her lithe frame, and black, leather, two inch heels, Renee would soon realize that she in fact stood out like a sore thumb. Her long curly hair was pinned up and a few tendrils escaped as she walked towards the one place she had over heard conversations about that sounded respectable to her, Shattered Souls. The name was appropriate, or maybe it was ironic, whatever the reason she had decided to take a chance on the bar that was located there.

As her heels clicked lightly on the pavement Renee focused on what was straight ahead of her, she didn’t pay any attention to any of the noise that was going on around her from the few whistles and cat calls she received to the high pitched scream of a police cruiser in the distance. She heard it all but didn’t react. She was tense but it didn’t show, her delicate features remained neutral on her face and although a passing vampire might notice the tension in her shoulders no human would be able to. With her chin held high and her blue green eyes focused on the hotel that was looming on the horizon, Renee almost faltered as she had the sudden urge to turn around and return to the safety of the coven. But she didn’t turn around and run like a scared child, she pressed on and crossed the street to the block that housed the elegant hotel.

As she stepped through the doors she felt a sense of accomplishment, it might not be something for others to just get up and leave their home but for Renee it was huge. She had once been an independent young woman who took care of herself because no one else would, but after years of being taken care of by her sire and the means of how she lost him she had become fragile and even scared. She moved gracefully through the lobby glancing around at the rich décor before she slipped through the entrance way of the bar. It was quite inside with only a few people sitting in small clusters sipping their drinks, Renee glided across the room and sat down on one of the tall bar stools. Soon enough the tall gentleman behind the counter approached her and smiled gently at her ”What can I get for you miss?” Unsure of what to order Renee looked up at him feeling slightly helpless and gave a small smile back.

”I’m actually not quite sure what I want, could I have a moment?”

He simply nodded and moved away leaving a bar menu with a list of drinks on it for her to contemplate.

[Margaux Laroche]

*Tackle-hugs Janna*

ACCEPTED!

And to answer your questions about the race and houses: yes and yes. The girls don't get sorted into houses, senority and competition and things like that can be found more so in their year =)

-Manny/Margaux