- - JAVERT'S BAND OF BELOVEDS v.2

[Javert]

FRAN | NORTH | OPAL | RALPH | CEL | LOU | BEA | XAEL

[Javert]

Fran Crawford !

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- - I'll be off where the weeds run wild[/blockquote]
Name: Frances Lenora Agnes Crawford
Nicknames: Fran, Franny, Lenny (mostly her immediate family calls her this), Red, Sis
Age: 16
Gender: female
Where you stand?: Floaters newbie
Play by: Rachel Hurd-Wood

- - where the seeds fall far
from this earth bound town

Appearance: Just as in her personality, there is no sharpness to any of Fran's physical features. Her face is heart-shaped, its creamy pallor disrupted by a sprinkle of freckles on the bridge of her tip-tilted nose, and often prone to sunburn. Her blue-grey eyes are round, the flame-red hair that sometimes fall into them waving into a gentle curl when it ends just past her shoulders. Unlike two of her elder sisters, who take after their scarecrow-like father, Fran is built like her mother--average height, wide-hipped, not quite plump but a twig by no stretch of the imagination. Despite a long torso, her arms are long, as are her fingers, an attempt at elegance that is marred by a perpetual layer of dirt beneath her nails.


Personality:

Okay, okay, we all know Fran, so let's make this short and sweet. Fran is...

• ENERGETIC -- Self-explanatory.
•GARRULOUS -- The woman talks so much and so quickly that her speech could almost qualify as another wonder of the world. Usually, however, this is not a good thing.
• INNOCENT -- Fran will never become a good girl gone bad. Mention anything remotely inappropriate and her entire face will go redder than a tomato.
• MORALISTIC -- Fran's moral compass points true north.
• EASILY DISTRACTED -- Oh, why, yes, I'll help you do-- Oh, look at that butterfly! This also sometimes makes her a little unreliable, despite her very best intentions.
• KIND -- She will give you hugs and bake you cookies (though she might catch the house on fire) and say encouraging words.
• CLINGY -- She will give you a hug ...And possibly not let go. This is possibly due to having so many elder siblings and such a close-knit family. The concept of independence is a very unfamiliar one.
• PHYSICALLY WEAK -- ...Just look at her.
• SHELTERED -- Fran has undoubtedly been sheltered by her idyllic down-on-the-farm childhood. Attending Florence's marks her first time away from home and away from her family and away from everything that she holds so dear. The less savory facts of life have yet to be revealed to her.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Dreams: becoming a florist, becoming a wife and mother and grandmother and great-grandmother

Fears: death, violence, disease, suffering, frost killing her flowers, heights, small spaces, awkward silences (and nothing to fill them with!), being away from her family

- - and I'll start to soar

History: Fran was born into a large family, already having four elder sisters and receiving a brother three years after her own birth. The Crawfords were not necessarily wealthy, living in a modest manor in the country, yet her father’s brother was a rich man, and he was happy to assist them. (It was he who paid for Fran’s initial transfer to Florence’s.) Fran was not precisely a tomboy as a child, instead traversing through the countryside, chasing all manner of fauna (amphibians included), and jumping in mud puddles while wearing her laciest white gowns. She did, however, engage in proper ladylike activities, and did not often mind; she is easily intrigued and considers little unbearably boring or tedious.

She studied under the watchful eyes of a governess until her sixteenth birthday. Then, her beloved uncle offered her her present– an application to Florence’s Academy for the Young. Fran hesitated, considered, and finally agreed.

This was copied and pasted directly from her old application, so don't be hatin'.

Family:
Parents: Agnes and Samuel Crawford
Sisters, from oldest to youngest: Phoebe Stevens, 26; Olivia Hornstein and Octavia Brightman, 23; Jane (Jenny) Crawford, 18
Brother: Edmund Crawford, 13
Cousins: Bea Trimble, 18; Agnes Hadley, 17

Anything you'd like to add? The poor dear is very literally tone-deaf.

- - watch me rain 'til I pour

[Javert]

Sebastian North !

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call him mr. raider, call him mr. wrong,
- - CALL HIM MR. VAIN

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Name: Sebastian North
Nicknames: North, Ian (Someone once discovered that 'Sebastard' has a nice ring to it, but its usage was mostly discarded after Sebastian's bastardly fist made contact with their nose.)
Age: 18
Gender: male
Where you stand?:follower in Lovestruck (although he could very easily be a Handsome Eye)
Play by: Cedric Norre

he says, I know what I want
- - AND I WANT IT NOW

Appearance: He is a hot piece of man, and he knows it.

Personality:

• CHARMING charm oozes from every pore in sebastian's body, every flicker in his pale blue eyes, every quirk of his smirking mouth. there is something so incredibly arrogant about him that it becomes almost appealing, endearing, as if people hope that by being in his presence, they will find something about themselves of which to be especially proud. he knows how to work a crowd, how to get what he wants, and how to reduce a woman to a babbling sycophant at his feet. he's good. (that isn't to say that his efforts are always rewarded, but he knows when to resort to other methods if at first he is unsuccessful.)
• SLY as a fox, he is. that charm isn't always a good thing, and sometimes, it adopts distinctly dastardly undertones. behind every charming smile is a little smirk. sebastian is often too clever for his own good, and has often been dubbed a rogue, scallywag, rapscallion, knave, and every other name in the book by cheated-on women or humiliated men. trustworthiness isn't a trait on his priority list.
• SILVER-TONGUED although sebastian may boast of the strength of his fists or rapier, his true strength lies in his eloquence. that sly charm is heavily aided by his pretty little speeches and his ability to talk his way into or out of any situation. sebastian requested that his roleplayer inform any interested lady of the double-entendre of the trait 'silver-tongued', and for her to communicate the sentence with a wink. his roleplayer is heavily disturbed.
• ADVENTUROUS from his obsessive pursuit of external perfection, it would be difficult for an observer to guess that sebastian has a rebellious streak several miles wide, and a craving for adventure of any kind. his father, after all, was a sailor, his great-grandmother a gypsy, so adventure is simply in his blood. he's a constant explorer, often leaving classes to gallivant around the grounds, and knows that nothing is more satisfying than a rush of adrenaline. bored? ask sebastian for an adventure, and he'll usually be more than happy to provide one (he requested that his roleplayer announce an adventure of a different kind to the ladies. she refuses).
• PROUD in case the point hasn't been made enough: sebastian is a pretty man, and he is very, very aware of it. he is, in fact, more aware of his beauty than anyone else. women are free to admire him, but sebastian will admire his own beauty far more than they will.
• UNORGANIZED although sebastian employs superhuman effort to keep his appearance and personal hygeine flawless, the rest of his world often spirals into chaos. ask him to locate a paper written the day before and it'll inevitably be lost in the abyss of his room. he simply has more important things that require his attention--women, for example. and his hair.
• DANDYISH why, yes, sebastian is more fashion-conscious than half the young ladies attending the school. call him a dandy, a fop, a swell--he'll take every term as a compliment.
• DISLOYAL "it is difficult to remain loyal to a woman," sebastian explains, "when so many of them are consistently vying for one's attention." he is not by nature mean-spirited, exactly, just easily bored, and always in pursuit of the next best thing. the same goes for so-called friends--he'll turn his back on casual acquaintances faster than they can blink. if, however, he makes a true friend--or a true love--they will be his for life. he simply has yet to find anyone worthy of such commitment.
• WITTY and by 'witty', we mean, 'no one else finds his sarcastic or frequent repartee amusing other than himself.'
• DEBONAIR this is just a fancy word that muses charming, dandyish, and arrogant all into one. you're welcome.
• MOODY mr. north may project an air of swaggering nonchalance at all times, but he is also quick to anger, and quick to brood, or, in more accurate terms, pout. a pregnant woman once observed that sebastian was more prone to mood swings than she was.


Likes:

[/i] gold, the opera, black tie events, languages, being a cheeky git

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Dislikes:

Dreams: marrying someone beautiful and charming and wealthy and stupid so that he can have multiple affairs and continue a life of debauchery without her catching on

Fears: being buried alive[/size]

- - I want you,
'CAUSE I'M MR. VAIN

History:

Julius North, privateer turned pirate, was forced to rejoin the ranks of law-abiding citizens when he married socialite Beatrice St. James. The happy couple produced a handsome son and three beautiful daughters. The handsome son, in case the reader was unable to discern between the four siblings, was Sebastian.

Sebastian was the man of the house when his father was away at sea, but was quickly instructed by his mother and sisters how women expected to be treated. He discovered by himself how to use this knowledge to get what he wanted from them. His three sisters often brought their very wealthy and very pretty friends home, and these friends often made excuses to visit the North residence, not to see the girls but to snatch some time with Sebastian.

When Sebastian was finally shipped off to Florence, he was almost expelled the first day for attempting to seduce the headmaster’s daughter, and getting into a fight with a Handsome Eye, and gaining entrance into the gypsy camp by claiming he was betrothed to a young gypsy girl.


Family:
father, Julius North, captain for the Royal Navy
mother, Beatrice North, nee St. James, socialite
twin sisters, Constance and Cordelia North, recently 17
sister, Lorraine North, 15
BONUS! cousin, Celeste Worthington! WHAT A SHOCKER

Anything you'd like to add? In DnD, he is a klepto, and tends to get everyone in trouble because he just has to go after the shiny objects...

call me what you like,
- - as long as you call me time and again

[Javert]

Opal Waybright !

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we seduce the dark with pain
a n d . r a p t u r e

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Name: Opium Alianora Waybright
Nicknames: Opal
Age: 17
Gender: female
Where you stand?: Heartbreaker
Play by: Linda Vojtova

like two ships that pass
i n . t h e . n i g h t

Appearance: The nationality of Opal's birth mother was never determined, but a definite exoticism radiates in Opal's features. There are the broad, prominent cheekbones; the big boldly sloped nose; the burnished-gold skin that contrast so curiously with hazy blue eyes. These features are all so strong as to be almost masculine, but the nose is tempered by a pair of plump, pillowy lips, the square jaw interrupted by a round clefted chin. Opal's long neck and long limbs are graceful, her thick waves of honey-hued hair feminine; her lean, toned physique is anything but, obviously accustomed to years of running and fighting and living. Clothing is of little importance to her: she prefers it to be relatively sparse, simple, and easy to remove, criteria that Florence's uniform does not apply to. Opal, in fact, sees no point in clothing: if its only function is to keep people warm, then she would rather be warmed by someone else's body heat, anyway.

Personality:

• PASSIONATE -- This is, perhaps, the most polite term that could be applied to Opal while also being accurate. Opal is a woman of such extremes that she gives herself one-hundred percent to anything she does. She is passionate in her pursuit of a suitor, in a relationship, in bed, in arguments, in fights, in casual conversations. She swings between many emotions, but none of them are ever simply lukewarm.
• UNSTABLE -- This is, perhaps, the most polite term that could be used to say that Opal is completely off her freaking rocker.
• BOLD -- Shrinking violet? Blushing rose? Don't make me laugh. If Opal had to be a flower, she'd probably be a Venus Flytrap. Opal has no concept of tact, manners, propriety, or personal boundaries--or she just chooses to ignore them.
• UNPREDICTABLE -- If the proper scientific advances had been made, Opal probably would have been diagnosed as severely bipolar. Since they haven't, though and since the last time she encountered a doctor resulted in his death, but that's another story for another time, all that is known is that Opal's moods swing like some satanic pendulum. Her mood swings are violent and frequent and spontaneous, and rarely result in anything particularly pleasant.
• DANGEROUS And those mood swings rarely result in her not becoming a danger to herself and others.
• CLEVER Opal never received much of a formal education, but she did spend a large majority of her life in the streets. These street smarts sometimes translate into cleverness. Meow.
• IRRATIONAL Why think when you can just do?
• FLIRTATIOUS Are you a human? Are you past puberty? Are you attractive by any stretch of any imagination? Say hello to Opal.
• DESPERATE Despite this overt flirtatiousness, however, Opal also is in love with the concept of genuine love. She is fiercely independent, but still yearns to be cared for and taken care of. Nearly every boy she sleeps with becomes her 'true love'; needless to say, they don't take this very well, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...
• INDEPENDENT So, yeah, those two totally contradict each other. COME AT ME, BRO.
• JEALOUS Horribly.
• EXTROVERTED But, yeah, she's still a big bucket of fun! Erm...

Likes:

Dislikes:

Dreams: For being such a complex bucket of crazy, her most simple, most poignant dream is true love. She also wouldn't mind a harem--men and women, mind you.

Fears: living alone, dying alone, wide open spaces, doctors, asylums, becoming what everyone expects her to be

you and I, a whore and a
b a s h f u l . s a i l o r

History: Opal's history is so long and convoluted that it was once the topic of two different novellas. Both novellas were horrible, however, so that must reflect poorly on her. Anyway, in the Reader's Digest version, Opal was born to a prostitute, and Charles Waybright, a wealthy man with a gambling problem and a severe opium addiction. When Opal's mother died giving birth to her, the doctors were forced to consult the barely conscious Charles, who was muttering, over and over, only one word: his addiction. Thus, poor Opium was saddled with the worst name known to man. (Why is her middle name the name of her mother, and not her first name? The world may never know.)

She grew up hidden away in the huge manor house, a further disgrace to the Waybright name and a further hassle to Charles. The servants were left to deal with poor Opal, who displayed signs of her 'instability' even as a young child. Fast-forward to the teenage years, when Opal ran away from home to live in London's slums with Marguerite, a prostitute who had often been an 'escort' of Charles's. She got into heaps of trouble and had several lovers and possibly murdered one of them who was possibly a doctor and possibly tried to institutionalize her, and generally had a lovely time of it all.

Her father eventually died, and Opal became heir to a sizable fortune that would be hers when she turned 21. Now she's at Florence's because Marguerite, despite her questionable profession, is honestly the most positive role model Opal's ever had, and she saved up her money to send Opal somewhere where she might possibly lead a normal life.

...We'll see how that goes.

Family:
Father--Charles Waybright; deceased
Mother-- Alianora Makovicka; deceased
Guardian, best friend, mother-figure-- Marguerite Lefevre; 30

Anything you'd like to add? She makes my head hurt.

welcome to the sunrise
o f . a . d i r t y . m i n d

[Javert]

Ralph Parsons!

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DOC SAYS, STOP!
OR YOU'RE GONNA DIE YOUNG!

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Name: Ralph Parsons
Nicknames: Ralph, Ralphie, Parsons
Age: 19 (he was held back a year--what a shocker)
Gender: definitely male
Where you stand?: Stud
Play by: Danny Schwarz

GET A GRIP SON, WHY?
'CAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS DRUNKEN!

Appearance: Even at the most cursory of glances, Ralph is arresting: he towers at several inches over six feet, broad shoulders and muscular arms eliminating any doubt of simply being tall and willowy. He is even more arresting when he opts to not wear a shirt, which is whenever it is socially acceptable and usually when it isn't. It is difficult for a lady to avert her gaze when it is nearly at eye level with rippling pectorals and a six-pack stomach. His skin is perpetually tanned from summers in the countryside, setting him apart from the lily-white complexions of the fashionable gentlemen.

Although noticed usually as an afterthought, or when Ralph is unfortunately fully clothed, the face above the six-pack abs and the rippling pectorals and the broad shoulders is just as agreeable. The features themselves are almost too pretty for the body below: the muscles seem almost at odds with the thick-lashed, almond-shaped brown eyes; the straight nose; the full lips of a wide smirking mouth. Still, overt masculinity is welcomed back by the chiseled cut of his cheekbones and the square jut of his jaw. A jet-black forelock often mars the plane of the perfect face--his hair is kept short on the sides and longer on top, unkempt in a manner that suggests it was not his own hands that did the mussing.

Personality:


Ralphie is...

ill-informed intellectually unambitious
• JUST PLAIN DUMB -- There's definitely a reason he's been held back a year, and why, unless his parents bribe the headmaster, he might be held back another. Sure, he never does his homework, and sure, he's always asleep in class, but even if he actually attempted to pay attention in class, his IQ would probably never reach room temperature.
• IMPULSIVE -- Hey! Let's go jump off this cliff!
• ACTIVE -- Hey! Let's go jump off this cliff!
• COARSE -- Ralphie's a Cockney born and bred, and his speech isn't particularly refined. Neither is he. There is no filter between his brain and his mouth.
• MISCHIEVOUS -- He's not quite clever enough to pull elaborate stunts, but he has managed some amusing practical jokes in his time at Florence.
• FEARLESS -- Hey! Let's go jump off this cliff!
• TACTLESS -- Again: severe lack of a filter between brain and mouth. This could also be called bluntness, I suppose, but usually bluntness is deliberate. He's not quite smart enough to be deliberate. It just comes out.
• ROWDY -- Ralphie's a big guy, and definitely not a quiet one. Invite Ralphie to a party (and you will), and expect some broken priceless family heirlooms, and a few broken noses.
• OPTIMISTIC -- For all of his vices, Ralphie's a pretty glass-half-full kind of guy. He's entirely aware that he's never going to amount to anything, but he has a body that makes girls swoon, so his future's lookin' bright nevertheless.
• ADDICT -- Darling Ralphie has a bit of a drinking problem. And also possibly a drug problem. This isn't to blame for his stupidity, but it's definitely not helping anything.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Dreams: Ralphie's not much of a dreamer; he can barely remember what he had for breakfast yesterday, let alone looking into the future.

Fears:Erm... Getting eaten by a bear. Yeah. He had nightmares as a kid, actually. Yup.

WE'RE NOT CAPTAINS,
JUST SKIVVY SUNKEN

History: Wellll. Ralphie's from the East End of London--within earshot of the Bow Bells, thanks very much, for anyone who wants to argue that he's not a true Cockney. Definitely of working-class people, Ralphie's technically one of eight kids, although two died in childhood. His dad's a hard worker when he's sober and a dead-beat when he's not--his mum, actually, was close to the same way, if not to such an extent. Ralphie, though, being the oldest boy (he has two older sisters), was chosen to go to Florence's on a scholarship so that he could make something of himself. Unfortunately, Ralphie is dumber than a box of rocks and certainly not shedding any light upon the already questionable family name. END.

Family:
Mum, Da, six other siblings. Weren't you listening?

Anything you'd like to add? He reminds me a little of a bad-boy Kelso from That 70s Show. And also a little of Gaston.

HUM DRUM DRUM DRUM
LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG

[Javert]

Celeste Worthington!

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you either want to be with me
OR ♦ BE ♦ ME

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Name: Celeste Jessamine Worthington
Nicknames: Cel, and a variety of unpleasant adjectives
Age: 17
Gender: female
Where you stand?: Queen of the Pretty Faces
Play by: Alyssa Miller

maneater, make you work hard
MAKE ♦ YOU ♦ SPEND ♦ HARD

Appearance: Celeste’s frame is delicate and petite--she barely reaches 5'3, and high heels or higher hair are often relied upon to make her seem taller. The illusion of height is also created by a perpetually ramrod straight spine and raised chin, as if she were looking down on a victim instead of feebly peering up. Her face--much more to her satisfaction than her height--is constructed of porcelain skin; upon and beneath lay high cheekbones, voluptuous lips, and a delicately arched nose. Ebony brows that may seem bold on any other young lady only serve to heighten her allure by accentuating emerald-green eyes lined surreptitiously with kohl (just scandalous enough to bring her more attention). Yet it is her hair that is her pride and joy: masses of glossy ebony curls cascade loosely to the small of her back, hinting towards a violet or deep blue cast in the proper lighting. When prompted, she will (with a discreet roll of the eyes to her retinue) pin them into an elegant tumble of curls at the nape of her neck, a wayward strand or two fashionably emphasizing her prominent collarbones.

Personality:


Cel is...

• SPITEFUL She may not look threatening, but when Celeste feels that she is wronged, she will not let it go without retribution. She can't pack a punch (she might break a nail!) or set anything on fire (she might burn her hair!), but she does have a mouth, and she knows how to use it. Her sharpest weapon is her wicked tongue, and it certainly has the ability to spit out a snide remark or spread a rumor like wildfire.
• TWO-FACED In front of family members, teachers, or potential husbands, Cel is all doe-eyed charm, sweet enough to cause a cavity or two. If someone managed to enter her life who obviously of higher stature than she—and perhaps the only person that could do this would be the Queen—than Celeste would cling to them and issue compliment after compliment, lying through her pretty teeth, waiting for the moment when she could slam them out of the limelight and step into it herself. .In the company of anyone she deems inferior--i.e., everyone else--she is the devil incarnate, albeit with more well-groomed nails and better shoes.
• ARROGANT Don't even bother complimenting her: she already knows.
• CONDESCENDING Since Celeste is obviously perfection manifest, she is quick to locate and exploit the flaws of others. No one is safe from her all-seeing gaze. If you are a Heartbreaker and slurp your soup in front of Celeste, you will receive mocking laughter and a loud comparison of yourself to a buck-toothed horse; if you are a fellow Face, you will receive a sharp slap on the wrist and a glare hot enough your bones into marrow, or cold enough to freeze marrow into bone.
• PETULANT Despite her lofty airs of maturity, Celeste is petulant in that she can hold a grudge until her dying day, and also in that she knows that a properly executed temper tantrum works wonders.
• GOSSIPPY Nothing brings the little princess more pleasure than ruining the reputations of others!
• FICKLE Celeste has some degree of loyalty to her fellow Faces: she hand-picked them, after all, to join her illustrious ranks. However, the rest of her affections--whether towards 'friends,' lovers, or her newest pair of shoes--are as fickle as the wind. It is something--or someone--truly special indeed that manages to hold Celeste's interest for an extended period of time.
• NAIVE And, despite her lofty airs of maturity, Celeste is incredibly naive. She can spout lies of bastard children and illicit affairs and living in squalor, but has never even come close to encountering any of these things herself. Perhaps she's able to speak of them without a blink of an eye since she's never had to deal with them.
• COMPETITIVE No, Cel will not be spotted on Florence's rugby team any time soon. Celeste, however, always knows what she wants and is convinced that she deserves it, and she has no qualms about stepping all over people to get wherever she needs to be (figuratively speaking, of course, but perhaps literally as well). If someone just happens to want the same thing, she will not go down without a fight. See above for 'spiteful.'
• CLASSY Where's Zimbabwe? How many fluid ounces are in a quart? Who cares! Despite a lack of academic integrity, Cel was born and bred a gentlewoman, and thus has impeccable manners and deportment. Test her sometime: Cel can discern immediately between soup spoon, tea spoon, and table spoon, can dip into and straighten from a seamless curtsy, can waltz for hours upon end and play the pianoforte and sing Italian arias like a songbird.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Dreams: Celeste honestly does not think often of the future; she is convinced that she shall live forever with the world in her iron grasp. She does, however, long for a young, dapper husband who will entertain her every whim and buy her a ton of shoes.
Fears: death (an abrupt end to her power!), cholera, the loss of her family’s wealth, being married to an unattractive man, heights, the dark, deep water, developing wrinkles, thieves, ghosts (she's very superstitious), spiders

maneater, make you buy cars
MAKE ♦ YOU ♦ CUT ♦ CARDS

History: The Worthingtons are an outrageously wealthy family and have been for decades--centuries, perhaps, if anyone were willing or patient enough to research back far enough.
Celeste came into being after each of her brothers had families of their own, and she was left only with Eudora. Perhaps it goes without saying that the sisters did not get on well. Celeste was convinced that Eudora harbored an intense, burning jealousy for her elder sister, and while Celeste graciously understood her reasoning, she still thought her to be vile. When Eudora, at the age of ten passed away from cholera, Celeste wept and sniffled at all the appropriate times– yet privately she rejoiced. As the last child still present in the Worthington mansion, further attention could be heaped upon Celeste herself.

Unfortunately, things did not occur exactly as Celeste had automatically assumed they would. As Celeste matured, her father became more distant (allegedly because of an affair with some swarthy broad from the slums, although this was never confirmed, and Celeste had no desire to know the truth, nor for anyone else to know), and her mother became more critical. Celeste was placed under constant pressure to evolve into the quintessential gentlewoman, the desire of every man, the envy of every woman, to further elevate the Worthington family skyward and further inflate the egos of the Mr. and Mrs. Because the strong personalities of Celeste and Victoria clashed so mightily—they were both staunch in their belief that the other was always wrong—Celeste was more than relieved when she was finally sent off to school, where she could prove her own greatness for herself.

Family:
Mrs. Victoria Worthington & Mr. Vincent Worthington
Mr. Lucas Worthington, 18 2/3
Mr. Harland Worthington, 22
Mr. Marius Worthington, 27
BONUS! Sebastian North, cousin, 18

Anything you'd like to add? She has insomnia and terrible circulation.

wish you never ever
MET ♦ HER ♦ AT ♦ ALL

[Javert]

Lou Bishop!

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a sinister kid, is a kid who
[ runs to meet his maker ]

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Name: Llewelyn Paul Aquilla Bishop
Nicknames: Lou, Lucifer, Raphael (although these two contrast, they're both suitable at their respective times, and both annoy him to no end)
Age: 17
Gender: male
Where you stand?: Best Friend in Elite
Play by: Stephan Haurholm

a drop dead sprint from the day he's born
[ straight into his maker's arms ]

Appearance: Lou's face will forever be graced by hints of an angelic innocence. Although his flaxen hair has darkened, it remains blonde, albeit an ambiguous shade of sand or sun-ripened wheat; he's taken to wearing it longer so that it might stop curling like a cherub's close-cropped mane. His eyes will always be pale blue and ringed by thick golden lashes, and his lips an almost feminine pale pink, but the smirk that touches them both help to diminish the innocence. His cheekbones are startlingly sharp, with his right cheek marred by a small scar and an embarrassing story behind it. Thanks mostly to an interest in running and boxing, his physique is lean and wiry, and he stands at an unremarkable 5'9.

Personality:

Lou is...

• INTROVERTED -- Lou's a quiet guy, but can be most adequately described as a man of action, as opposed to a man of few words. His constant arrogance is illustrated by a constant smirk; a massage of the temples indicates weariness or frustration; the arc of a single brow (an infamous talent) signifies intrigue or interest (mostly towards females); hands deep in his pockets may mean pensiveness or concern, while thumbs protruding can mean apathy or cocky pride.
• CYNICAL -- Sure, the glass is half full, but someone's just going to come along and drink it.
• APATHETIC -- If something is occurring outside of Lou's sphere of existence, then he doesn't care. Perhaps it's because he's too occupied with his own life and the lives of those he cares about; perhaps it's because he's a lazy bum.
• ALOOF -- Lou's a tough egg to crack. Those who don't know him are quick to label him as distant, aloof--he will never be the first to introduce himself, and would rather spend time with himself than anyone else (except his handful of true friends). This also tends to manifest itself as an almost arrogant vibe, which may not be entirely false.
• STUBBORN -- Once Lou makes a decision, there will be no changing his mind. He's stubborn as an ox, a mule, or any other animal that won't budge unless it's shot or something.
• REBEL -- The angel exterior of his youth had to be shed somehow, and Lou has certainly ensured that it's never coming back. Lou smokes between each class, who cuts classes to run crosscountry through the woods, who thumbs his nose at the world and whistles sedately when it whirls around to find the culprit. He can usually charm his way out of most punishments; few adults can mistrust the golden-haired honor student (despite all of his faults, school work tends to come quite easily to him) who peers contritely at his shoes and murmurs polite apologies. His remorse is rarely genuine. When released from the Headmistress’s offices, there is a 98% chance that within two days he will be back to his old tricks. He cannot learn from his mistakes, but instead makes them again and again, daring to see how far he can push the limits without having them rebound and strike him in the face.
• LOYAL -- Don't you have to have friends to be loyal? Miraculously, Lou does have a handful of people he actually likes (and vice-versa), and he is incessantly, fiercely loyal to them. This is very good for those this favors, but very, very bad for those it doesn’t.
• RESTLESS -- For all of Lou's evident nonchalant world-weariness--i.e., laziness--he is in fact a restless soul. Even when he's sitting still, some primal instinct is telling him to go, to go, to go. Lou lives for danger, for adventure, for knowing that he’s alive--and since he's cynical enough to predict a short life expectancy for himself, he's sure as hell going to live it up to the fullest.
• TIDY -- And, for being such a big bad rebel, Lou is possibly more of a neat freak than any of the women at Florence's. His closest friends know that the best revenge is changing the location of something in his room, no matter how small. The chaos that ensues is hilarious.
• HOT-TEMPERED -- Just trust me on this one.
• CHIVALROUS -- No matter how much he tries to distance himself from his golden-boy image, Lou will never be able to shake the concept of being good to women.This goes along with the loyalty aspect, I suppose. He has bashed in several faces in the name of a lady's honor, and would certainly do worse than that if necessary.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Dreams: Lou tends to live one day at a time--the furthest he'll project his thoughts forward is a week or so.

Fears: open spaces, going blind, public speaking (a few people he can handle; not a crowd), disease, failure, doing something really stupid that will cost him dearly

and that's me, and that's me
[ the boy with the broken halo ]

History: Llewelyn was practically an angel sent from above. He was a happy, healthy boy as a child, almost radiant, always polite and kind and charmingly precocious. He was kind to his two younger sisters (one who arrived when he was five, the other when he was nine), played nicely with others, always shared, could read before nearly every child in his grade, kissed his mother and father goodnight, and allowed his cheeks to be pinched by family and strangers alike. “The perfect child” he was dubbed, and he seemed to have no intentions of fulfilling any other mold.

When he was shipped to an all-boys boarding school, however, something changed. By the age of thirteen, Lou was cutting classes, smoking in the boy’s bathroom, climbing the tallest trees, spending his evenings outside. He became increasingly hot-headed, frequently abandoning his quiet exterior to engage in shouting matches with fellow students. However, whenever he was summoned to the Headmaster’s office, he was released almost immediately: all he had to do was direct his cornflower gaze downward, locking his hands behind his back, and murmur to the floor how sincerely sorry he was, how he didn’t know what had come over him, how he would never repeat the offense again. Every time, the Headmaster believed him; after all, Lou was an honor student, somehow managing to maintain his grades without seemingly having to try. However, every repeated trip to the office further emboldened Lou, appearing to further ignite in him the desire to cast off the stereotype as The Perfect Child.

Eventually, however, he was expelled for pummeling another boy until he was black and blue and missing several of his adult teeth. The Headmaster did not accept Lou's repeated, furious accusations that the other boy had insulted Lou's closest friend. Instead, Lou was sent home, and then sent to Florence's: an outlet, perhaps, with which to re-channel the holy effulgence that certainly remained in his heart.

It hasn't been.

Family:
His mother and father, and two younger sisters, Angelica and Victoria

Anything you'd like to add? He smokes like a chimney.

and that's me, and that's me
[ the devil won't let me be ]