Post by ember on Dec 31, 2012 18:21:23 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: Eponine Thénardier NICKNAMES: 'Ponine HERITAGE: French AGE: Eighteen GROUP: ABC Affiliation CANON: Yes PLAYBY: Samantha Barks ----- PERSONALITY: Eponine greatest trait is her independence. She values her friends well over her family, and while she once loved what her parents did, she despises them now. Her best friend is also the one she loves. Marius is actually one of her only friends. She doesn't trust easily and doesn't make friends usually either. Most of her time is spent wandering the streets or working to earn money. The life she has would've made her bitter, but the cause gives her purpose. The people of the streets are her people. Despite the sense of accepting the people, sometimes Eponine will still think herself better than them. She can be quite selfish as well. Yet people trust her anyway. As an instinct, she distrusts girls, especially ones with pretty faces. She finds males much better company because they are honest and loyal. Children are often entrusted into her care while mothers are out. She's grown to love them and their innocent imaginings, which is why she gets on well with her siblings. Occasionally, she will still act spoiled. When things get too bad, Eponine puts up a wall and will not to anyone for hours at a time. At night, she walks about, imagining herself with Marius in a better life. She has a sharp humor and a touch of sarcasm. But she's tough and realistic with herself, and hardly allows herself to enjoy the moment. Her parents use her all the time for their schemes, and she hates them wholeheartedly. Eponine has many talents. She's a quick learner, a quick thinker, and a pretty good pickpocket. It's easy to lie and she's handy with a knife. Like most in France, she can't read or write, but is able to use words to get herself out of any situation. She's down-to-earth and fairly quiet. The streets, homes, and people are easily etched in her mind, and she knows exactly how to get the information she wants. APPEARANCE: Eponine is considered scum of the street, and dresses as such. Since her family is poor, she only has two dresses; dirty green and brown ones. Despite the filth of the street, she manages took keep her face and hands mostly clean as her one vanity. Actually, she's a bit vain, but once can never really be vain when you live on the streets. Her shawl is a scrap of fabric that barely keeps out the cold. To hold her shawl on, she has a thick belt to hold the ends down. Her skin is quite pale, which isn't really odd, but the fact that it's clean makes the difference more pronounced. Her hair is dark brown, a great contrast to her skin. It's thick, curling, and long, but a little oily from lack of washing. There are dark circles under her brown eyes from sleepless nights. Her nose is small, her chin is round, and she has high cheekbones. Eponine is not short, but she's also not that tall either. So she's not remarkable in looks. Beautiful in her own way but not that noticeable. She really knows how to blend in with the crowd. GOALS: Eponine has no outstanding ambitions. She doesn't want to be famous or high up. All she wants is to escape the streets, preferably with Marius. The dreams of being a lady have faded with her childhood, but she wishes to have the same roof over her head and a warm fire to sit by. At the moment, she is working toward helping the revolution and dreaming of the day Marius will finally look up and see her standing there, waiting as she has always done. Eponine works every day for a better life. HISTORY: Eponine is the oldest daughter of Thénardier and Madam Thénardier, and the oldest sister of Gavroche, Azelma, and two other brothers who were sold because of lack of money. As a child, she was quite spoiled. She looked down on the poor who were easily robbed by her family, especially the poor, ragged girl called Cosette, whose only purpose seemed to serve. But as she grew older, she realized how wrong the life seemed to be. When she was eleven, the police finally found out about them and took the inn away. Her parents vowed to always undermine the society. They moved to the big city, where it was easier to get money. She was trained to pick pockets and keep watch. When she was fifteen, Eponine met Marius, and her entire life seemed to change. Her perspective on life changed. She realized there was good in the world; that not everyone was like her family. So, like her younger brother Gavroche, she distanced herself from them. Except every time she ran into them, they pulled her into their tricks. After continually running into him, she gradually began to become friend with Marius, and fell in love with him. He was the only good in her world, the only light. Led by him, she found ABC, and became an trusted source of information to them. ----- ALIAS: Ember AGE: Fourteen GENDER: Female OTHER CHARACTERS: None HOW DID YOU FIND US: My friend Danielle and I have characters on another site we like to think of as Cosette and Eponine, so she found this and we both joined! ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: The screams, echoing in her ears. The terrible fear of a searing pain. The raw smell of blood, streaming into her eyes. The whip, tearing her flesh. The shadowy darkness as the pain starts to fade, and unconsciousness comes in. Vivian woke up, her eyes burning with tears. The copper taste of fear was bitter in her mouth, and her throat was raw from screaming. Her legs were tangled in the blankets when she had thrashed about. For a second, she just lied there, trying to get a handle on her emotions. For a brief second, she imagined a brush of skin as someone gathered her in their arms and shushed her, telling her it would be alright. She shook her head, blinking away tears. Silently, so not to wake her dorm mates, she pulled on shoes over her leggings and grabbed her bag to complete the outfit. Tonight would be another wander, and she would go to where her feet, and instincts, led her. With quiet grace, she stepped out of the dorm and out of the common room. The night was her time. It was easy to imagine a hand slipped into hers and an arm wrapped around her shoulder when she was cold. Viv smiled a little and slipped into her head as she began the short journey out of the castle. Come on! Dossin called to her, laughing. She grinned him and followed, catching his hand. He stopped and hugged her, then led on. Where they were headed that night, she had no idea. Dossin led her to the places that helped her relax. Together they snuck out the front doors, teasing and laughing. The shadows played around her feet, wrapping themselves around her. Vivian was their friend; they knew her. She was always in the shadows, it was easier to see Dossin in them. For the light showed truth, and she did not want truth. Her life was a harsh truth. Shadows showed dreams, and she lived in her head. Slow poke. He teased, poking her in the arm. The Slytherin grinned at him and put her head on his shoulder. Take me away, where we can be happy. She whispered, and his gaze softened. Follow me. The boy said, taking her hand. She squeezed it. I always will. Dossin took her across the lawn. They dance in the shadows, spinning around and laughing. Viv stopped, breathless. He smiled at her. We're here. They were at the bridges, a source of dark thoughts. She backed away, looking at him with hurt in her eyes. Face yours fears. He urged her, squeezing her hand. Don't leave me. The girl said, a tear sparkling in her eye. The boy shook his head. Never. With a rock of dread in her stomach, she stepped forward and began walking to the edge, side-by-side with Dossin. They reached the edge quickly, and she looked over into the abyss. I'm going to die. As Viv looked down into the shadowed chasm, she found that this did not make her at all sorry. She was through with life, through with the sting of a whip and the pain of a love unreturned. Through with the stress of supporting a family at sixteen, and through with dancing with herself. What a sweet relief it would be to sleep without nightmares. With a quiet, content sigh, the girl swung over the bridge, holding on with her arms. Dossin went with her and held her hand. Together they sat, for a moment, his arm around her as they swung their feet back and forth. Will you follow? She asked him. He smiled. In time. The girl looked at him. You said you would never leave. The Gryffindor shrugged. Death is the one place I cannot follow you. With a frown, Viv swung back over onto the bridge. Then I won't die. She said firmly, and he grinned at her. But before he could reply, she heard a crack of someone stepping on a branch. The Dossin in her head vanished, and she was forced back to the real world. Here she was alone. She was always alone. "Who's there? The Slytherin called out, realizing she had left her wand in her trunk in the common room. She was defenseless. "Show yourself!" And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
