Post by Phoenix Du'Launce on Jul 1, 2008 17:42:45 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name:
Phoenix Sabina Du'Launce
Age:
29
Height:
5"8
Weight:
140
Blood Type:
B+
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Eye Color:
Steel Grey
Hair:
Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Fencing, teaching, fighting, working out, reading, music and dancing.
Talents:
Fencing, fighting, dancing, playing the violin and cooking.
Favorite things:
Fencing, fighting, teaching, dancing, playing the violin, running, reading, ice cream and Gage Brenner.
Mental Information
Personality:
To know her personality one would have to review her history to reveal the inner weavings of her complex mind. She's a lover, a fighter, a teacher and the every so often bitch. The underlying feeling that you get from her...is that she's broken. Her past seems to have torn what had made her Phoenix as a child. A certain flame that simply died out. Oh, she puts on mask. To everyone outside her head she's a confident, strong bonfire, a roaring beacon of of self esteem so much different from the cold embers of her heart.
Phoenix Du'Launce is a complicated person. Though she is caring, she's afraid to be too caring. Frightened of emotional ties. So this actress will be the perfect teacher to her beloved students...but in her heart she will always be alone.
Mentality:
Broken.
Ideal:
She has an ideal...but one that left a long time ago.
Belief:
I just have to keep moving.
Physical Information:
Build:
Athletic
Head:
A head?
Torso:
Athletic
Arms:
Athletic.
Legs:
Athletic...sense a pattern?
Feet:
Tiny.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Anything she wants.
Shirts:
Anything she wants.
Pants:
Anything she wants.
Shoes:
Anything she wants.
Misc:
Etc.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style:
Fencing Master.
Years Practiced:
Twenty-five years.
History Information
History:
Pre-253
Taken from a journal-
My life has been simple. Or as simple as one with my parents can be. My father is one of the French ambassador's to the United Nations. My mother, a Professor in Mythology at a university in Paris. They met, they dated, they married, they had me. I have lived a life surrounded by different languages, straight-laced dinners and disgustingly fancy dresses.
For the longest time my parents where my house staff. The cook was my father. He was a big burly man who called me Petit Oiseau, little bird. The nanny was my mother, she was kind and big as well. She made me feel safe and welcome instead of the harsh study rooms that I always thought of as my parent's homes.
I had many brother's and sister's in the cook helpers and the cleaning crew, but I felt like I was always missing something. When I was thirteen I learned what that something was.
My freedom.
I was just as the cook called me, a little bird in a gilded cage. Here I was willing myself to set fire to my wings when I couldn't even spread them. I was trapped.
So as the days went on my depression grew. And like in all tales, this little girl was able to have her knight in shining armor. In this case my tin-man came to me with a letter and a pitch.
Boarding school.
So, in this list of well established fancy schools, I managed to stumble across a brand new building. Public High School #253. Here everyone would be new, everyone would have a fresh start. So I packed up my books, my violin and my rapier and flew to Washington.
Now here I am. It's time to start a new life here. I hope everything works out for the best!
253-
Taken from a journal-
In the days being here I have truly flourished. Everything's sharper, newer and just plain fun. I can train in my trade, while making friends who are just as much a outcast as I am. We stick together here.
It's like a family.
I love it. I'm making so many new friends. Matrim, Luke, Samara and so many others. While...the one that sticks out the most for me would be one teen with blazing blue hair. We both got into a little trouble...but hopefully nothing will come of it. I know Papa's upset, but I have a good feeling I'll continue my days here at 253...with Gage Brenner.
I have high hopes for..well..us.
Post- 253 to Present-
As many high hopes the little fourteen year old had...they weren't enough. Her father, horrified that she was involved in a bar fight let alone getting jailed ordered her home to France. Phoenix, devastated by this event...fled into her fighting for less she kill herself.
She truly loved her friends at 253, and her unannounced "boyfriend" in Gage Brenner. So she became stronger in her fencing, that way when she was old enough she could go back to her home. Back to America.
Her parents divorced, her father remarried a witch and life moved on. She never saw her mother again...she left civilization for a tribal man in South America. But Phoenix still had hopes of returning to 253...now that she a step-mother that seemed to favor her.
That never happened though. All her dreams were dashed with one single bullet. On a conference in Rome, her father was gunned down. Assassinated while attempting to make peace between France and another country. Terrorists popped a bullet right between his eyes..right in front of her own.
He made her come along, for fear she would try to escape again. Run away to 253. Phoenix was standing next to him...one second he was there...the next he was on the ground ...blood all over the both of them. She was sixteen.
Everything was gone after that...
Step-mama hated her. Blamed her. Despised her...but loved the fortune connected with Phoenix. So...she spent one year in pure hell. Phoenix would never get over the beatings..the abuse that her step-mother dolled out. And Phoenix couldn't fight back... for she was held down..and afterward caged in her room unable to escape.
She became..broken.
But that wasn't the worse. In fear of losing her fortune, the witch set up a arranged marriage for the seventeen year old. Completely acceptable in France for the higher ups.
Phoenix was married to one Giorgio Jacques, a wealthy oil tycoon who was fifty-three. Phoenix escaped the fire only to land in the furnace.
More abuse, sexual and otherwise. If she was broken before now she was shattered.. Is shattered. During her five years as his wife, she had two miscarriages and no other children. No one to love for her husband disliked a pregnant wife. To large to fuck in his mind.
Then he made a very bad mistake, he slipped. He left a hole in the otherwise perfect torture...she managed to gain acess to her sword.
To his death.
She stabbed him.
Again.
Again.
Again.
And again.
When the police found her...she was weeping with joy. They found evidence of her enslavement and freed her of all murder charges.
It was the first thing good to happen to Phoenix Du'Launce in a long time.
Deciding to do something for herself, she gained a teacher's degree and began to teach French for high-schoolers. The woman loved it...and now she is just beginning her first year at 650.
A school so like 253 she couldn't keep away from it.
Living Status Information
Type of resident: Assigned Dorm
Roommates: None (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
650
Str-
100
Dex-
100
Con-
100
Int-
125
Wis-
125
Cha-
100
Qi Power-
No information
Subject shows no Qi speak of.
Name:
Phoenix Sabina Du'Launce
Age:
29
Height:
5"8
Weight:
140
Blood Type:
B+
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Straight
Eye Color:
Steel Grey
Hair:
Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Fencing, teaching, fighting, working out, reading, music and dancing.
Talents:
Fencing, fighting, dancing, playing the violin and cooking.
Favorite things:
Fencing, fighting, teaching, dancing, playing the violin, running, reading, ice cream and Gage Brenner.
Mental Information
Personality:
To know her personality one would have to review her history to reveal the inner weavings of her complex mind. She's a lover, a fighter, a teacher and the every so often bitch. The underlying feeling that you get from her...is that she's broken. Her past seems to have torn what had made her Phoenix as a child. A certain flame that simply died out. Oh, she puts on mask. To everyone outside her head she's a confident, strong bonfire, a roaring beacon of of self esteem so much different from the cold embers of her heart.
Phoenix Du'Launce is a complicated person. Though she is caring, she's afraid to be too caring. Frightened of emotional ties. So this actress will be the perfect teacher to her beloved students...but in her heart she will always be alone.
Mentality:
Broken.
Ideal:
She has an ideal...but one that left a long time ago.
Belief:
I just have to keep moving.
Physical Information:
Build:
Athletic
Head:
A head?
Torso:
Athletic
Arms:
Athletic.
Legs:
Athletic...sense a pattern?
Feet:
Tiny.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Anything she wants.
Shirts:
Anything she wants.
Pants:
Anything she wants.
Shoes:
Anything she wants.
Misc:
Etc.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style:
Fencing Master.
Years Practiced:
Twenty-five years.
History Information
History:
Pre-253
Taken from a journal-
My life has been simple. Or as simple as one with my parents can be. My father is one of the French ambassador's to the United Nations. My mother, a Professor in Mythology at a university in Paris. They met, they dated, they married, they had me. I have lived a life surrounded by different languages, straight-laced dinners and disgustingly fancy dresses.
For the longest time my parents where my house staff. The cook was my father. He was a big burly man who called me Petit Oiseau, little bird. The nanny was my mother, she was kind and big as well. She made me feel safe and welcome instead of the harsh study rooms that I always thought of as my parent's homes.
I had many brother's and sister's in the cook helpers and the cleaning crew, but I felt like I was always missing something. When I was thirteen I learned what that something was.
My freedom.
I was just as the cook called me, a little bird in a gilded cage. Here I was willing myself to set fire to my wings when I couldn't even spread them. I was trapped.
So as the days went on my depression grew. And like in all tales, this little girl was able to have her knight in shining armor. In this case my tin-man came to me with a letter and a pitch.
Boarding school.
So, in this list of well established fancy schools, I managed to stumble across a brand new building. Public High School #253. Here everyone would be new, everyone would have a fresh start. So I packed up my books, my violin and my rapier and flew to Washington.
Now here I am. It's time to start a new life here. I hope everything works out for the best!
253-
Taken from a journal-
In the days being here I have truly flourished. Everything's sharper, newer and just plain fun. I can train in my trade, while making friends who are just as much a outcast as I am. We stick together here.
It's like a family.
I love it. I'm making so many new friends. Matrim, Luke, Samara and so many others. While...the one that sticks out the most for me would be one teen with blazing blue hair. We both got into a little trouble...but hopefully nothing will come of it. I know Papa's upset, but I have a good feeling I'll continue my days here at 253...with Gage Brenner.
I have high hopes for..well..us.
Post- 253 to Present-
As many high hopes the little fourteen year old had...they weren't enough. Her father, horrified that she was involved in a bar fight let alone getting jailed ordered her home to France. Phoenix, devastated by this event...fled into her fighting for less she kill herself.
She truly loved her friends at 253, and her unannounced "boyfriend" in Gage Brenner. So she became stronger in her fencing, that way when she was old enough she could go back to her home. Back to America.
Her parents divorced, her father remarried a witch and life moved on. She never saw her mother again...she left civilization for a tribal man in South America. But Phoenix still had hopes of returning to 253...now that she a step-mother that seemed to favor her.
That never happened though. All her dreams were dashed with one single bullet. On a conference in Rome, her father was gunned down. Assassinated while attempting to make peace between France and another country. Terrorists popped a bullet right between his eyes..right in front of her own.
He made her come along, for fear she would try to escape again. Run away to 253. Phoenix was standing next to him...one second he was there...the next he was on the ground ...blood all over the both of them. She was sixteen.
Everything was gone after that...
Step-mama hated her. Blamed her. Despised her...but loved the fortune connected with Phoenix. So...she spent one year in pure hell. Phoenix would never get over the beatings..the abuse that her step-mother dolled out. And Phoenix couldn't fight back... for she was held down..and afterward caged in her room unable to escape.
She became..broken.
But that wasn't the worse. In fear of losing her fortune, the witch set up a arranged marriage for the seventeen year old. Completely acceptable in France for the higher ups.
Phoenix was married to one Giorgio Jacques, a wealthy oil tycoon who was fifty-three. Phoenix escaped the fire only to land in the furnace.
More abuse, sexual and otherwise. If she was broken before now she was shattered.. Is shattered. During her five years as his wife, she had two miscarriages and no other children. No one to love for her husband disliked a pregnant wife. To large to fuck in his mind.
Then he made a very bad mistake, he slipped. He left a hole in the otherwise perfect torture...she managed to gain acess to her sword.
To his death.
She stabbed him.
Again.
Again.
Again.
And again.
When the police found her...she was weeping with joy. They found evidence of her enslavement and freed her of all murder charges.
It was the first thing good to happen to Phoenix Du'Launce in a long time.
Deciding to do something for herself, she gained a teacher's degree and began to teach French for high-schoolers. The woman loved it...and now she is just beginning her first year at 650.
A school so like 253 she couldn't keep away from it.
Living Status Information
Type of resident: Assigned Dorm
Roommates: None (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
650
Str-
100
Dex-
100
Con-
100
Int-
125
Wis-
125
Cha-
100
Qi Power-
No information
Subject shows no Qi speak of.
