[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Elle

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] December 25

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] PUREBLOOD

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] STRAIGHT

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] FEMALE

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] FRANCE

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] House: Gaston[break] Year: Sixth [break] Wand: 12 in mahogany, dragonheartstring core[break][break] PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes:

• Family
• Power
• Money
• Quidditch
• Music
• Social Gatherings
• Flirting
• Dogs

[break] Dislikes:

• Blending In
• Classes - Specifically Transfiguration
• Arrogance
• Spiders and other insects
• Appearing Weak

[break] Strengths:

• Lying
• Manipulation
• Charm
• Quidditch
• Potions
• Intelligent

[break] Weaknesses:

• Stubborn
• Crass/Rude/Cruel
• Angry
• Mistrusting
• Scared

[break] Overall Personality:
Eloise acts as though she has lived a lifetime in her short sixteen years and she makes sure to allow everyone around her to know that. She believes that she knows best about everything and everyone and she certain does not appreciate being expected to take orders from those she deems less then. Eloise is a confident, flirtatious sixteen year old girl, but she detests being vulnerable and as a result, her romantic relationships have had a tendency to be short lived and extremely shallow. To Eloise, dating is a game of power and dominance and as a result, she gets bored quickly and moves on without batting an eye. If a boy cannot hold her attention long enough, she will quickly move onto the next one that has caught her eye. Eloise does not get physical, however, and in fact, she is something of a prude. In terms of her personal relationships, Eloise prefers to keep the world at arm's length. She is quite intelligent and has a depth of understanding of people that she utilizes to her advantage. She keeps her friends close with carefully crafted lies and edited secrets to create the guise of trust. To her friends, Eloise seems to be an open book, but she is anything, but. Eloise does not trust anyone and fully believes that the world would use her up and spit her up if she allowed it to. As a result, Eloise shares meaningless secrets are calculated intervals in the hopes of keeping her friends enthralled and committed.

Ambitious and cruel, Eloise likes the idea of being the Queen Bee. She does not like being second string to anyone and she will stop at nothing to get what she is looking for. Eloise is not a physical fighter (unless she's on the Quidditch pitch), instead, she prefers relational aggression. She has a knack of finding her opponents weak points and insecurities, exploiting them until they break. Eloise is not opposed to spreading rumors and manipulating those around her to get what she wants.

Eloise has a fear of abandonment and does not take betrayal well, she does not get attached to those around her and because of this, most of her even closest friends are easy to remove from her friends list. If she does not like someone, she believes that her entire posse should feel the same way and makes it clear. Eloise is very much centered on appearances and fears that any wrong move will result in her destruction. Eloise's will do anything her family asks of her and she is loyal to a fault when it comes to her family, a fact that each of them know quite well. [break][break] HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Francis Toussaint, 50, Blood Pureblood, Father, Deceased[break] • Marie Toussaint, 47, Pureblood, Mother[break] • _____ ______ Toussaint, 25, Pureblood, Older Brother[break] • ______ ______, 15, Pureblood, Younger brother[break] Birth Place: Versailles, Frances[break] Overall History:
Francis and Marie Toussaint were hardly your match made in heaven, in fact, they were a match made in the living on grandfather Toussaint's estate in southern France. A proud, pureblood man, Monsieur Toussaint was not about to leave his bloodline up to chance so he facilitated the magical relationship himself. Francis, being the dutiful son he was did not question his father and Marie, well, she had never been given the opportunity to object regardless of what she truly thought of the entire thing. Years later, Marie Toussaint would tell her children that their marriage had been the best thing that could have ever happened to her and that she had loved Francis from the very moment they met. That would be the only story she ever told to those around her, quickly the arranged portion of her marriage had fallen out of the stories. The pair were married immediately after Marie had finished school at Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic, where she had excelled as a student. Marie had had dreams of becoming a professor before marrying Francis. Francis quickly took a position in the Ministry of Magic, just as his father had done before him.

Francis and Marie wasted no time in furthering the Toussaint bloodline and under a year after their wedding day, she discovered that she was pregnant with their first child. That first child would be a bouncing, baby boy and he quickly became their pride and joy. ___________ was a rambunctious boy with an aggressive streak, often running about with the other boys in the neighborhood, getting into more trouble than any of the young boys could handle. Marie and Francis spoiled _________ to no end, the boy wanted for nothing, waited for nothing, and always wanted everything he could get his tiny little hands on. Being the only child suited ________, but that all changes. Seven years later, Eloise Raine Toussaint came screaming into the world on Christmas day. The excitement of the first born had worn off, but Eloise quickly became the littlest princess of the house. A year after Eloise was born, the youngest Toussaint, ________, was born, a young boy that Eloise would remain close to her entire life.

Eloise was a precious young child, rushing about the house in frilly dresses and neatly pressed stockings as fast as her little legs could take her. Having two brothers, Eloise wanted nothing more than to play with the boys and she loved her older brother more than she could ever say. But, good pureblood girls did not play like the boys did, her mother had made that clear from the very start. While her brother's played in the mud and dirt, Eloise was expected to stay clean and well kept. She was expected to learn how to play the violin, sing, hold conversations while her brother ran about doing whatever their hearts desired. Here, she thrived. Eloise was naturally charming and exceedingly adorable and she quickly learned to use that to her advantage. She learned quickly that being the center of attention got her everything she could have asked for and following her mother's and father's rules would keep her in their good graces. Eloise was an obedient child and she lived for her parents attention. Francis coddled the girl and Eloise loved the attention; she had the man wrapped around her little finger. The Toussaint family was happy and whole until that fateful night.

Francis Toussaint was always a proper man, with a fondness for the drink and it would prove to be the death of him. Eloise was six years old when her father died and the family was left sprawling and devastated. Marie appeared to take it the hardest and at the tender age of 15 years old, ________, was thrust into the role of head of the family. _______ kept the family together as best he could, but Eloise still yearned for her father. Eloise became rebellious and crass, acting out in the hopes that it would cause her father to return. However, this only served to send a wedge between Eloise and her older brother, who she had grown to resent taking her father's place. The pair fought constantly, the fighting only getting worse as they got older. The sudden expectations placed upon _______ did not bode well with him and he became a cruel man, expecting nothing less than perfection. As they got older, Eloise was put in her place and quickly learned that _______ would never love her the way that her father did. Drinking and drugs, left ______ a cruel man and Eloise received the brunt of his cruelty. Eloise's rebellious nature subsided, a notion of self preservation taking it's place. Her older brother was quick to anger and quicker to act and Eloise figured out that keeping him happy would mean that she would remain safe for just a bit longer. Under her brother's scrutinizing eye, Eloise became proper and poised, charming and eloquent the way he believed he should be. Eloise was careful to remain on her brother's good side for as long as possible.

When the time came, Eloise received her invitation to Beauxbaton's Academy of Magic and natural choice, considering her entire family had attended. Eloise was thrilled for the opportunity to be out from her brothers thumb. She was sorted into Gaston house, again, the noble house that her entire family had graced with it's presence. She learned to be cunning, using her charm to win the affections and attention of those around her. She gained friends easily, though most of her relationships were one sided; Eloise didn't bother to share important secrets or giggle, she didn't want friends, she wanted minions. School gave Eloise the freedom that she had craved, the chance to prove that she was the Toussaint worth watching and to show her brother her true value. Her brother's approval fuels nearly everything she does and though she hides it well, her fear of him is present in every action. She never allows herself to be seen as weak, with a hair nor button out of place for fear that her brother will catch wind. Eloise truly lives while she is at school, trying to establish herself and gain the power she never had at home.
[break][break] THE PLAYER[break][break] Age: 25 [break] Time Zone: Eastern[break] Anything Else? ADMIN EDIT[break][break] Roleplay Sample:Cece’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as the dog snarled and rose to its hind legs. That was definitely not a dog. “No, oh god no,” she practically whimpered, her chest heaving with hard, shallow breaths. How was that possible? It wasn’t a full moon, she couldn’t be standing there like this if it was a full moon. Could she change outside of a full moon? Another wave of fear washed through her, maybe she wasn’t safe in her daily life; maybe at any moment she could be forced into the monster that she had discovered herself to be. Tears welled in her eyes, three months ago that dog would have been nothing more than a dog and she would have walked on by blissfully unaware of the the things that go bump in the night. Three months ago, her entire life was ahead of her; now, she was about to be eaten by a werewolf only a few blocks from her apartment.

It wasn’t fair, she had been kind throughout her life….for the most part, anyway. She volunteered as a dance instructor for little kids, she donated money - granted, it was her parent’s money - what more could she be expected to do?! Why was this happening to her? She hadn’t asked for any of this, she hadn’t been given a choice; Cece wanted nothing more than to go back to her old life, why couldn’t this, this, this...thing leave her alone? “Stay away from me,” she yelled, with a shaky voice, “Stay the fuck away from me.” Cece tried digging into her bag again, as she attempted to put more distance between them, she had pepper spray in there somewhere. Would pepper spray even stop a werewolf? She needed to try something, this thing was going to kill her otherwise.

It growled again and in a flash, Cece screamed in pain as jaws clamped around her leg. Instinctively, she threw her fists as the creature, her nails digging into whatever she could get into contact with before it released her. Her body shook and her vision blurred as the heat rose from her stomach, “Please,” Cece cried with tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew this feeling, she had come to dread it in the last three months. Not now, she couldn’t do it now. She couldn’t handle it now.  It was too soon, she had just endured the change. She couldn't do it, not again. “Fuck you!” she screamed at the werewolf wanting nothing more than to chew its stupid, almost smug face into bloody strips. Limping away quickly, Cece stumbled roughly across the pavement and lost control.

Another scream erupted from a deepest part of her lungs and she swore she saw red.

Her body contorted violently, the sound of her own bones breaking blocking out the sounds of New York nighttime. Hair sprouted from every part of her body, her muscles, - weary from dance - grew and extended, and her fingers quickly grew into claws. Screams of agony quickly shifted to growls as her lips shifted into a powerful muzzle. Cece’s transformation ended quickly, she rolled over growling angrily and barking non sensibly. Panic rose in her as she thrashed trying to gain control of her new limbs, No, no, no no. Her eyes settled on the other werewolf and her teeth bared, snarling angrily, he did this to her. Was this the one that had changed her in the first place? Did he do this to her?! Cece couldn’t think, she couldn’t stop, she lunged. Teeth bared, claws swiping, trying to make contact with anything in reach.
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