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Beauvais, Odile| Odile Beauvais |
Posted: Jul 20 2006, 05:25 PM
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you k n o w you [love] me  Group: Death Eater Posts: 20 Member No.: 36 Joined: 20-July 06  |
Basics -> Full Name: Odile Estella Beauvais -> Birthdate: 14th February 1957 -> Alumni Hogwarts House: Slytherin -> Age: Twenty-three Appearance There are many perks that come along with the slightly inbred policy of marriage amongst purebloods – good-looks are something that you can control and contain in a world where you’re your cousin, second degree is your mother’s older sister, if you get what I mean. For people in Odile’s case, there is little you could do to prevent her from ending up with some appeasing features, though it is all thoroughly dependent on what you consider to be ‘pretty’ or not. -> Eye Color: It once was said that,” the eyes are a mirror of the soul”; a reflection of ones thoughts, emotions and ideology only concealed by the two spheres plastered to a face. For Odile, she sees this sliver of vulnerability to be one of her greatest flaws and also one of her utmost useful assets. Starting at a frightfully young age, Odile had been trained to be seen and not heard, to quell her emotions and be uttermost calm and lady-like about it – at first it was for petty reasons; later bedtime, not getting a dose of pumpkin juice for desert; things that were imperative to a five year old. Nonetheless, as she progressed and mastered the control over some of her feelings, her parents had finally spotted a weakness – her hate, her confusion, her emotions were disturbingly clear as they shown through her eyes. Even after years of practice, Odile was not capable of masking this ‘problem’, as her parents called it. Ignoring the more thorough, personal opinion of her eyes for a moment, we can examine it bluntly. For once, colour does not play a major role in striking-ness unless a dark, forest green-tinted irises fascinates you, or are just wildly mad about any colour of eyen. However what is of note is the strange, cat-like structure; the way her eyes slant somewhat upwards to give off the seductive, bedroom look that many women crave to have; a thick layer of curled eyelashes also there to help. Another distinguishing trait is the small, jewel in her right eye, a quality that many wizards have been ill-fated enough to gain as it has been associated with dark magic through-out the ages, and one who possess the blemish will indeed be a bad apple. Of course it is all superstition right? In this day and age, many have forgotten these little false notions and have never commented on the jewel as anything other than a pretty flaw… however, there has been the few older mages, who maybe once or twice as she walked down the street, babbled a curse under her breathe, nothing to worry about though… right? -> Hair: Possibly one of the most frustrating things a girl must deal with is her hair. Ha, not the issue with Miss Beauvais in her current year, though it is only through intensive grooming has her hair retained such a smooth exterior. Grown to reach between her shoulders, Ode has been through all different styles of hair; the short bob, crazy layers, and eventually settled on the classic, straight long hair – easy to keep, easy to maintain. Odile has never been too keep on dying her hair, though she has gone through the transition of highlighting various areas of her tresses with a honey, or lighter brown, which many believe went well with the original, near black tone of her hair – Odile has been known to change her hair from dark, to light quite frequently. It is not common for any accessories, such as a headband, or scrunchy to be worn by Ode since she enjoys having her veil like hair framing her oval façade, though when Summer comes about and there is a incessant need to cool down, you will see her hair tied up in a high pony, or if she is working, a messy bun, which also boasts her eminent cheekbones. -> Body type: Standing at five-foot, nine and weighing in at around one hundred and fifteen pounds, Odile’s body mass is considered to be faintly on the skinny side, though at first glance, her curvilinear figure surpasses what would be a bony, stick-insect physique, which brings me to my next point – Odile knows how to dress, and regardless if the latest trend it knee length skirts, she would not be the first to change her old fashion if it looked less than flattering on her, conversely, she has never not tried one of these temporary trends. During her years at Hogwarts, Odile had been known to try wheedle her way around the rules of clothing; unbutton, tighter blouse, varying the style of the skirt {while not necessarily shortening it} by adding a buckle or pleat now and again. Unlike most girls, Odette was least concerned about what sort of clothing she wore – either she liked it or not; there was no in between for fashion, nor was there any obsession with it. -> Hygenic Habits: If there was anything Odile seemed to care about with a passion, it is taking care of her skin; spots, blemishes and wrinkles is her equivalent of cancer, and though it is not something to do with her being self-centred and vain there is definitely a fixation with having good, clear skin. Odile goes as far as to not wear an excessive amount of makeup; shiny lip balm and a little eye-liner is all that she cares for unless she is feeling particularly unattractive and pale by which she dabs on some from of bronzer. Aside from that, there are the typical things that she finds important; white teeth, clean hair and an overall presentable appearance – she was brought up to believe that a woman should always try to look her best and as a pureblood it was not always a task that was effortlessly completed. Sum up their overall appearance: Elegant and well-poised, Odile carries herself with asserted confidence that never wavers, even in the most grave and maladroit circumstance; nonetheless, whether her emotions reflect that self-assurance is another matter. Using her considered good looks and aristocratic behaviour as a shield against the probing world which she considered to be consumed by their own false traditions and redundant ideologies, the young heiress has come to her own conclusion that defying the masses was no longer effective. If she was flawed in their eyes, then she was flawed; if they found her slender frame revolting, then that was a predicament that she would have to solve. Beauty was no longer in the eye of the beholder – beauty was what the majority deemed it to be. So tell her she’s beautiful, tell her that you like the way she smiles, how she wriggles her small nose when she was repulsed – she’ll only smile and agree, but you know she doesn’t believe you; Odile believes the masses. Personality ->Hobbies: » Dancing – classical dancing; ballet »» Smoking whatever she can get her hands on »»» Literature; reading and writing whenever possible »»»» Evening runs »»»»» Drawing -> Likes: » White chocolate »» Thunderstorms »»» Nighttime activities »»»» Cliché novels on romance »»»»» Privacy »»»»»» Silence and serenity »»»»»»» Dominance. Handcuffs, anyone? -> Dislikes: » Vast darkness »» Emotional situations »»» Prying company »»»» Open Water »»»»» Spicy food »»»»»» Gullible, ditzy women »»»»»»» Her family, above all things -- -> Boggart: Although Odile has had an abiding phobia of two things – open water and darkness - the most likely of the pair that the boggart would transform into, would be eternal darkness -> Patronus: Mountain Lion -- -> Friends: Characteristics that have been featured through-out the majority of the company Odile finds pleasant, would have to be their uniqueness and head-strong demeanours. There is something about confidence and occasionally, an almost arrogant attitude that the girl finds reassuring in a person, as if their own assertion gives her a sense of security. Intellects are also high on her list for both genders; Odile cannot stand mindless chatter and the sort of stupidity that she has seen smart women degraded to in their attempts to seem lower than their male counterparts. What men can do, women can do better. Still, there is something contradictory in that sense – while Odile likes to be in firm control of what goes on, there are days when she wants to be submissive, have the man make the decisions. Perhaps it was just how she was brought up? Women were normally seen as tools and trophies, so what right does she have to fully defy the notion that had been drilled into her mind since she was a child? -> Enemies: (What sort of traits do they despise?) Friends may come and go, but enemies accumulate. Odile tends to stick to her own kind; there is something about unfamiliarity that has limited the number of friends and enemies she has accumulated over the years, to people she has known since she was a child. Of course during her years at Hogwarts she had the ability to explore the range of people her house {and occasionally, others} had to offer – generally she got along with the company she came across, however that varied depending on her mood. A trait that she never admired was cockiness – being conceit with good reason was one thing, but there was something about how the person approached that haughtiness which placed them in her good, or bad books. Immature, boisterous cockiness during an initial meeting never impressed her. Additionally, Odile likes a blend of characteristics and behaviours – she is unnerved by people who can keep a straight face in any situation – people who are always bitchy, always boring, always the same. Purebloods that she had known for years, she distanced herself from, worried by their clone-ish charismas and imitative characters – hence why the femme had companions in other houses. Sum your character up in ten adjectives: - Clever - Inflexible - Confused - Introvert - Conscious - Independent - Cunning - Insecure - Calculating - Passionate for Revenge, Pure Serpentine. History -> Parents' Names: Orion Beauvais {father} + Octavia Dame-Beauvais -> Father's background: Originally from Paris, France, the Beauvais are one of the few remaining, French-originated purebloods left; although their blood has been mixed with that of different nationalities in the coming years they have made certain that wizards and wealth both stay in the family – purest, through and through. Orion was the youngest of four brothers, each one father’s pride and joy for continuing the legacy, though it wasn’t an unproblematic task – being the youngest meant that his brothers had a head start on life and therefore had the higher ground when it came to being the family’s favourite, which in the long run could open countless doors to the future; meaning that kissing-up to a wealthy, dying aunt could mean another fortune to inherit – shallow, disgusting - obviously, but those were the rules of the game and in the end, it won Orion good favour amongst his wealthy kin, but all the money in the world seemed unable to aid him in getting out of a certain predicament that had befallen him when he was only an infant – being betrothed -> Mother's background: A mixture of Italian and British heritage, Octavia Beauvais {maiden name, Dame} had a similar lifestyle to her husband; wealthy, spoilt and overall born with a gold spoon in her mouth. Born and raised in Northern England, Octavia was familiar with British ‘tradition’ and rarely disseminated her relations with her Italian bloodline, despite the fact that her appearance showed much of her Latino roots. Both families were well acquainted, and were positive that they would be making a fine connection by marrying off their youngest son, and their only daughter – apparently the pair, despite their obedience, were traumatized by the thought of trying the knot with one another. Orion was not interested in marrying a woman he had never met before, and Octavia was still involved with her Hogwarts fling; nonetheless, their mutual love for money and obsession with retaining a untainted lineage surpassed their own affiliations. They lived a loveless marriage and both partners had several affairs through out their relationship. -> Siblings: None – only child. -> Your characters relationship with each family member: Orion Beauvais; Odile had never had a strong connection with her father; their similar qualities and flaws made it impossible for the pair to stand one another; stubborn, ill-tempered and proud, neither Beauvais saw eye-to-eye with anything, but… he is still Odile’s father, and as much as she hates the fact, she has remained somewhat under his control, fulfilling many of his wishes. Octavia Dame-Belmont; Again, there was never much of a relationship between either women – as a child, Odile had been raised by other family members; close cousins, aunts, even servants. The only thing that she has learnt from her mother is that to be a woman is basically to be a slave – and she believed it. Perhaps it was because she witnessed how bleak and loveless her parent’s marriage was; saw the way that her mother would serve her father in the company of others, just to give the impression that all was well; Odile had learnt to act in a similar fashion from a very young age, and even now, her faulty smile and forced laughter serves her well. -> Pre-Hogwarts: As an infant, your world is built on the foundations of fantasy; people are no more than the dolls and figurines they owned, life, the setting they have mimicked in their mind of the Cinderella stories they had read and… that childish ignorance is bliss, that invulnerable sensation that the world really is yours for the taking. For Odile, the earliest segment of her childhood was just another fairytale. As the first, and only infant of Orion and Octavia Beauvais, life was never short of extraordinary for the young girl – lavish gifts, expensive clothing – a few years after the arrival of the newborn, the redundant marriage between the elder purebloods had been forgotten for a time and their main focus was raising their child with the only love they knew; currency, and with that love, they were raising another stereotypical Slytherin brat…what more would they want out of their daughter than to teach them the consequence of carrying the precious title that they were passing onto their ‘clone’. Fortunately, Odile was able to live… the essence of a normal life, but how regular could the life of a pureblood be? From the age of five or six, Odile had the world in the palm of her hand – there was no limit in her life, no reality – she had been shielded from the truth of the actual realism that there was good and evil in the world, and that she can bend the will of the world if she chooses; in that day, her parents were her world, and they would oh so willingly do whatever they could to appease their little princess, though their limitations were definite – their child was merely a trophy, and they would pay dearly to make their trophies look the best, but they were utterly inflexible to the whims of their daughter when it came to anything aside from finance. Although Odile never saw much of her parents – together at least – the femme didn’t know much better; how was she supposed to identify that seeing her parents once every month for a few days was not out of the ordinary – her cousins suffered the same fate, though because they were older, they seemed more aware of the situation, though also more adapted to it. Still, Odile was ignorant to the divergence and continued to live off the example her relations set, along with her parents; that because of her blood right, she was special; she was untouchable and the elders she looked up to were demi-godly. As she grew, the notions she had used as her foundations, had begun to lose their effects – her mother began to feed her new information about the ethnic behaviour of the perfect woman, which only enticed her inquisitive character – why, why, why? With every answer she was given, she was only left more confused, with more questions to be answered, well, until her mother snapped, promptly giving the girl a smack to remind her of her place, and that probing should be the one thing that proper women never do. After that, the situation seemed to become clearer, whether it was because Odile was maturing, or that things became more obvious is unsure – maybe both? Whatever it was, the neutral, ignorant views their parents had reserved for several years was beginning to fade, giving way to the true reality that the near-ten year old had been deprived of since birth and the painstaking gravity of how much things would change in the years to come. Financial wise, the situation with money was beginning to falter, and with it, the serene atmosphere that Orion and Octavia had tried to keep despite their loveless marriage. Odile had frequently heard her mother muttering to herself as she went through the bills and calculations during the months leading up what her parents called ‘The Grande Family Reunion’ – where an array of kinsmen and close companions would come to have a gala at their large country estate near Kent. During the middle of the night when her father would come home from a ‘drink’ with his friends, Odile would hear her parents arguing; Orion’s voice slurred and inaudible against Octavia’s almost dominant voice, which was the first sign there was something deeply troubling – whenever father was home, there was nothing controlling about her mother, they either ignored each other, or in the presence of company, had Octavia running around like a house-elf complying to every whim of her husband like the perfect Stepford wife. But now, under the influence of alcohol, Mr. Beauvais was under the investigation of his wife who repeatedly questioned him about the umpteen galleons that were missing from their account. Octavia was no stranger to the obscene drinking habits of her husband, nor his addition to gambling, but the quantity of finance of they were missing was out of the ordinary. From then on, there were more arguments with the continual loss of money, more drunken nights which resulted in both parties screaming themselves hoarse until the first ray of daylight. As it came closer to the family ball, there was less quarrelling and more scheming, more ploys, which were gradually becoming more centred on their daughter. At first, it was ambiguous what they had in mind; brainstorms on how to improve their now dire situation with the odd mention of Odile here and there – one point that they kept on referring to, was making a good connection… extending the lineage. Odile could only wait and wonder to see what that meant. Four months later felt like only a few minutes until the halls of Odile’s summer home were filled to the brink with family affiliates, their dark stony lounge cluttered with the clear chime of clinging crystal glasses, the muffled voices droned into just a jumble of incoherent syllables and sounds. It was an intimidating sight watching the hoards of extravagantly dressed men and women, passing into each of the entertainment halls, oblivious to the child watching from the safety of the winding stairway, whispering, laughing, commenting on everything they saw. At ten years old, nearly eleven this was Odile’s final year before attending a Wizarding academy, the choices being Beauxbatons or Hogwarts. In that short span of time watching her false reality fall apart, the young mistress had seen the plot of her parents unfurl, how they cleverly moulded their way around the loss of fortune to find some other way to redeem themselves which they could only accomplish with the help of their child. From the looks of things, it appeared as if the Beauvais’ were doing as well as they always had done, but it was all part of the disguise, to fool their pray by hiding behind the good family name, using it as a ‘deposit’ of sorts to give the impression that they were still as wealthy as ever. Odile watched her mother and father smiling as they greeted the guests; the guests, which brought their own guests – their children. Odile squirmed uneasily from her spot, listening to the artificial laughter coming from her mother, the way her father smiled warmly at his visitors, petting the children with warmth that his own daughter had never received – funnily enough; most of these tag-along juveniles were male. Now, where did Odile fit into all of this? Most of the conversations that the parents shared featured the same names she had been introduced to over the past months – betrothed, connections, lineage… all these words were slowly forming the answers to her parent’s plan, what they were desperate to do to retain the glory of their heritage – obtain a connection by making a trade – your wealth for our family name and our daughter. With that notion, Odile began to feel something, something unfamiliar and raw, a burning deep inside her chest that just wanted her to scream. She recognised the sensation from the time her mother hit her for asking too many questions; her mind torn between obeying the woman who was the epitome of poise and finesse, and giving into the stinging cheek that was marked by a vivid red-hand print. She knew from then on that she despised her parents. By the time she was accepted into Hogwarts, Odile has distanced herself considerably from her parents who had finally owned up about wanting her to be betrothed for their own survival, however, despite hating her parents for putting her in this predicament, Ode was still torn between her own ideas and wishes of the two people she once idolized. She still kept to her pureblood ethnics and roots, yet disobeyed many of the regulations Orion and Octavia had set for her – not talking to people outside the Slytherin house for instance. -> Currently: Twenty-three years old and still single, Odile has served the majority of the friendly links she shared with her parents, though this information is strictly confidential and unknown to family acquaintances. Despite the mutual hatred that she feels for her parents, the ex-Slytherin has agreed that it was best to keep the family affairs private and accepts the fact that she is going to be the one that suffers if she does not marry another wealthy pureblood – the money is running out with all the escapades that the Beauvais continue in order to conceal the dilemmas they have concerning their financial situation. The agreement was that Odile would try and find a suitable partner but in her own time – no betrothing, and no set ups, though she understands that the more time she wastes, the harder it will be for her family to remain afloat with the excessive amounts of luxury they find essential. After she left Hogwarts, Odile followed many of the choices her fellow Slytherins took and became a servant of the Dark Lord. Although she is loyal, she finds herself occasionally wondering whether it was the right choice for her, but they are only fleeting queries – she enjoys working with people she had known for years, and unlike her parents who were ignorant of the abilities she obtained during her schooling years, being a Death Eater gives her the opportunity to reflect all the dark arts and advanced spells she had been obsessed with as a student. Still, the young adult is going through many call a rough patch – pressure from her family and her own hate, love relationship she shares with them is proving to be dangerously distracting. -- Name: Vixie (Your online alias) Contact Information: PM, is the best, but also MSN;; x_dominatrix@hotmail.com (AIM, MSN, Email) Extra Information: Nothing much other than apologies for the mediocre application. I did this in the middle of the night, so most things must not make sense. =/ Member Title: you k n o w you [love] me Arty loves.. Oasis! –clings to Noel- |
 
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