Post by quinn on Jan 24, 2013 14:38:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #1f4579 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] At the end of the day you're another day colder FULL NAME: Clémence Adelise Toussaint. NICKNAMES: Most people just call her Toussaint. HERITAGE: French. Born in Barneville-Cartert, France. AGE: Twenty-Five Years Old. GROUP: Citizen. (Servant/Barmaid at Madame Maxaine’s Tavern) CANON: Sort of? Not mentioned on the canon list here, but Toussaint is a servant to Valjean and Cosette while they are in Paris. PLAYBY: Natalie Dormer. ----- PERSONALITY: A dreamer. All her life, Clémence has dreamt of a different life, of a different world. She’s extremely intelligent for a woman that has never been formally educated, but most of her smarts come out in the way of imagination. She hungers after knowledge, searching for it in whatever form she can get it; whether it be reading or simply watching other people have a conversational exchange. Clém is very observant and understands most people by the way that they move and the things that they say - a talent that she picked up from being a servant for nine years of her life. In her childhood and younger years, she was once soft-spoken and eloquent in her manner of speaking. To this day - when required by her job as a servant - she is cordial and knows her place in public. However, because she has become so tickled by the bar and tavern scene of Paris, she’s got a bit of an edge to her now. She’s quick-witted and isn’t afraid to speak her mind when she’s not at the Valjean dwelling. She’s sharp when it comes to poker and various other gambling games and isn’t afraid to show her stuff when she gets a chance. She’s devious when it comes to robbing other people of their money during the games - playing up the fact that she’s just a simple barmaid during the evening hours. No one suspects that she knows the game very well and subsequently, this is how she earns a lot of her money. Clémence has always enjoyed watching the members of the ABC come in and out of the tavern, learning about new people and places that she has yet to see, and reading whenever she gets a free moment. Learning is perhaps her greatest love; she strives to cram as much knowledge into her head as she can while she works at the tavern. Clém also fancies writing down some of the things that she picks up in a journal that she keeps underneath her bed. She’s not particularly fond of her job as a servant - despite the fact that it pays the bills - nor does she like having to lie to Monsieur Valjean about where she goes at nights. APPEARANCE: Clémence is a very sweet-looking young woman on first glance. Her hair is a dainty shade of golden-blonde and she constantly wears it up. Her hair is a curly mess when she decides to wear it down, which is why most of the time, she has it pinned tightly to the back of her head. During the evening hours, some tendrils have fallen out, giving her a softer appearance. Her eyes a pale and striking blue-ish green and are perhaps her most prominent feature. They’re intense in nature, almost unnerving when she stares for too long. Being a servant, Clém is often doing grunt work out in the streets of Paris or even around the Valjean dwelling, so she’s more often than not covered in dirt. Her fingernails could use a good scrubbing or two and her hair a decent wash. Clémence hasn’t always been provided for and - ever since the birth of her younger brother Léonce - she’s found that she’s had less and less time to keep up her appearance. Her hair, more often than not, is tangled and swept up in an extremely messy manner. She’s unconventionally pretty - although most people don’t normally notice it because of her low social standing. Her eyes are perhaps too far apart and her lips a bit too large for her face. She loves to wear dresses and sometimes she is given some of Cosette’s old gowns that she no longer wears. She is one of the better dressed servants in Paris thanks to the generosity of Monsieur Valjean and his darling daughter. However, her clothing often doesn’t fit quite right seeing as it is hand-me-downs and she is too poor to afford any alterations. She’s been working herself ragged - constantly jumping from her tavern job to helping out Valjean and Cosette and it’s beginning to show. Dark circles under her eyes in the early morning, hair that isn’t quite put in place. She’s lost that beautiful young woman that she once was under the strains of labor. GOALS: Clémence is intoxicated about talk of a revolution, not that she would ever outwardly admit to it. She dreams of being free from her current position as servant - although Monsieur Valjean and Mademoiselle Cosette have been nothing but kind to her. She watches the men of the ABC carefully when they visit the tavern, watching and waiting to see what they will do next. Toussaint also dreams of a world where she can one day find a husband despite the fact that she feels she is far past her prime being twenty-five years old. If nothing else, Clémence wants to be a part of the change that this country will one day see and she wants to become something more than the hired help... HISTORY: Alexis Justin Toussaint | Father | 68 Years Old Georgine Lili Toussaint neè | Mother | 47 Years Old Léonce Renard | Brother | 21 Years Old Clémence Toussaint was born to Alexis and Georgine Toussaint on the early morning of May 4th in Barneville-Cartert, France. Alexis was not a very wealthy man being the son of a blacksmith, he inherited the family business. Georgine was the daughter of a miller, and so, the family lived in a middle-class environment. Wanting more often than not, they weren’t rich but they were far from the poor peasants that lived on the streets. She was the apple of her parent’s eye - the golden-haired beauty that everyone in Barneville-Cartert was in awe of. There was something so gentle about those green eyes of hers that people seemed to flock to the Toussaint residence to capture a rare glimpse of the Toussaint child...but that beauty would fade with the grueling years that were ahead for her. Growing up, her mother - although not the richest woman in the world - strove to teach her daughter how to speak correctly, carry herself in a decent manner, and most importantly, how to behave herself in front of others. She was smart, reading books whenever she could get ahold of them and telling her mother stories of far off places that she swore she would get to eventually. When she was four years old, her parents had another child, Léonce who was born with a strange heart. Although they could not afford a doctor, Georgine refused to let her family abandon the child. Because of Léonce’s heart, they have spent all of their money trying to keep him as comfortable and physically-well as possible. Madame Toussaint has even tried to spend money on medicine that has been rumored to save her son. It seemed as if Clémence fell to the way-side while her brother got all the attention. Things got worse for Léonce as time went by and money seemed to be flowing out of the Toussaint family’s hands faster than they could make it...leaving them in an alarming situation. Her parents, being in dire need of spare change to keep the family afloat, forced Clémence to take a job as a servant during the daylight hours. Using the last of the cash that they had, Madame and Monsiuer Toussaint shipped their darling Clémence off to Paris so that she could take a job as a servant to the wealthier families of the city. Beginning when she was just the small age of seventeen - an age when most would have been being courted for marriage - Clémence became a servant for a small family that lived on a wealthy street on the western end of Paris. She was good at her job; kept her mouth closed when she was supposed to, made sure that she did all that was asked of her, and never questioned her superiors. However, one day, the Mistress of the house accused Clémence of stealing her fine china and the girl was immediately fired. It was an unfortunate turn of events for the eldest daughter of the Toussaint family, for she knew that she had to provide in order for her brother Léonce to get his medicine. Distraught, Clémence sought other work and managed to find a job at Madame Maxaine’s Tavern where she became a barmaid. That was where the downward spiral began. She took up gambling and some drinking. She learned how to hold her own against the revolutionaries that came into the tavern and even won a few francs against them in the poker games. It was a job that wasn’t well-respected, but it paid the bills and sent money back to her family, which was more than she could have ever asked for. Her appearance slowly declined with the stress of maintaing a job at the tavern, causing her to look aged beyond her years. She heard more stories than she could have ever imagined there, though. Talk of men who had seen the world and seen how other countries lived. There was talk of revolution and Clémence had never been so interested in all her life. She paid careful attention to what the men said and often interjected into their conversations in order to learn more about the revolutionary world. Since then, she hasn’t been able to get the thoughts out of her mind... One day, she ran into a man and young girl on the street - Monsieur Valjean and Madamoiselle Cosette. They were looking for a servant. Not wishing to let down her parents and knowing full well that she was expected to send home more money for her younger brother Léonce, she took the job as well as keeping her job at Madame Maxaine’s. She still serves Monsieur Valjean and his daughter Cosette during the days and evenings, but during the night, she sneaks away and does her job at the Tavern. She will never admit to Valjean what she does - fearing that the man will fire her and she will once again have to resume full-time work at Maxaine’s. She lives a duel life of sorts: Servant by day and Barmaid by night. But one thing remains constant, she longs for knowledge no matter what hour of day it is. ----- ALIAS: Quinn. AGE: Twenty Years Young! GENDER: Female. OTHER CHARACTERS: None. HOW DID YOU FIND US: Proboards Support! ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (From a HP role-play where I portrayed Madame Poppy Pomfrey) Filch knocked sharply on Poppy’s door, waking her from her slumber. In a rush, she scrambled out of bed, pulled on her dressing robe and propped the door open slightly. She found herself face-to-face with Filch in the corridor outside of her room. He looked slightly disheveled and angry, as if he had just gotten out of a fight. Poppy stared at him curiously, wondering why he was standing in front of her saying nothing, ”Argus-” |
“The Maxwell boy’s fallen off his broom. He’s in the wing.”[/b] Filch said curtly as he turned away from Poppy’s door and began walking in the other direction. She peeked her head out, catching some of the things that Filch was muttering, “Bloody little Slytherin. Temperamental and crazy just like his da.mn father-”[/b] The caretaker disappeared into the hallway and Poppy stood there, still stunned in shock.
In that moment, Poppy realized that she now had a patient in the Wing that she had to deal with. She slipped out of her room completely and shut the door behind her, making sure to turn the lock so that no one could get in. She hurried down the hallway in the direction of her wing, the call of her healing duties fresh in her mind. Poppy made it to the Wing in record time and her eyes adjusted to the dim light that surrounded her workspace. She could see that the curtains had been drawn around one of the beds and she figured that that was where the boy now sat, waiting for care. She knew that she should be angry that Maxwell had been out past hours, but the only thing that she could hear at the moment was the staggered breathing that came from behind the curtain. She didn’t know how bad it was going to be, but she figured that he was in a great deal of pain.
Softly, she crossed to the screen and pulled it back, surveying the damage. From what Filch had told her, she knew that Zeke had fallen off of his broom, which would explain the scratches and dirty that was all over his body. His arm looked rather strange, his shoulder almost lying at an odd anger. Immediately, instinct took over. She placed her palm on his forehead to check for a temperature, ”Nothing good ever happens after midnight, Mr. Maxwell. It’ll serve you well to remember that-”[/b] Poppy breathed, putting her other hand around his wrist and feeling for his pulse. It seemed regular, if only slightly quicker than normal. But she chalked that up to the adrenaline that was probably running rapidly through his system. His forehead seemed to be too cold; as if he was drenched in a cold-sweat of sorts. Poppy could only imagine that he was already trying to go into shock.
”You’re going to have to tell me what hurts, Zeke.”[/b] The healer said as she moved her fingertips to his shoulder and touched it tenderly. She knew that the source of most of his discomfort had to be centered around his upper torso; that was what normally got hurt in Quidditch related injuries, ”As much as I’d like to say that I can tell with just a look, I’m not that good yet.”[/b][/div]
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill
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