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Character Name: Jolie Fleurant
Character Age: 16
Birthday (including year): May 10, 225
Current Location: Ahestere, Eos
House Fleurant is an old and well-regarded banner house of Ahestere, serving under House Linnet. The city of Enos has been theirs for so long that no one remembers how house Fleurant came into power, and most consider them to be the original settlers of the city, even though they are not. They are deeply loyal to House Linnet, having always supported them. Though they were spared from war with the Hazir and have tried to isolate themselves, the city of Enos has felt the impact of their presence like everywhere else.
The Fleurant family has always boasted a large military, though they would claim this is not their focus. It is a necessary evil, and they look down upon those that revile in war and hold barbarians in contempt. Their military is a force to be used only when necessary, and should never be paraded or celebrated, and as such they have always been large patrons of the arts. In particular, the family emphasizes education even for their women. Every family member is well educated in numerous subjects and is encouraged to travel outside of the Province.
As a result, they frequently cross marry outside of the Province. They also have strong ties to many other families outside of Ahestere, which they are not ashamed to trade their fine goods with. As for their money making, the Fleurants have little direct businesses anymore. Though they oversee many trade operations with the city and have hefty taxes (it is a wealthy city, after all), most of their money currently is due to investments. They have always invested well and held close relationships with banker and as such they are very stable in their funds. Though the banks of Enos are welcome to outsiders, they are some of the most restrictive privileged. House Fleurant also officially backs them in collecting debt.
Family members themselves are usually very haughty. They do not like to show too much affection in public, whether it is between themselves or with others. However, they are always aware of cultural procedures that vary and will always show up with the appropriate gift when going somewhere as a guest. Overall, they are rather cold, but intelligent. They are highly snobbish of culture, and will look down upon people who are not as well breed as they are. Though their women are allowed more free speech than what is typical, the men are still of higher stature. The Fleurants also hold strict laws for adultery, and if either party is caught in public they may be subject to execution. Mistresses for both women and men are accepted and even understood, but they must be kept in secret.
Fleurants are typically blonde haired with light skin, though there may be some with darker hair. It is unusual for them to marry people of darker skin, as it is frowned upon. The architecture of Enos traditionally resembles French architecture, with the Hazir (considered "nouveau riche") influence looking similar to Persian architecture.
Player Base: Teresa Palmer
Like most Fleurant women, she is beautiful, tall and thin. Her features refined for the most part except for a little bit of her baby face she has yet to shed with her 16 years. Her eyes are that Caribbean blue and her blonde hair is a light honey color. Though she cannot claim to have a more voluptuous figure that she wishes she had, she is still feminine enough to get what she wants if she tries.
Jolie is full of contradictions. Her lips say yes, her actions say no. She flirts men she wants nothing to do with while she argues and frustrates those she really wishes would want her. That saying it is hard to get a read on what she is really thinking behind those bright blue eyes. While her siblings are either too picky or two wild she is somewhere in the middle. Giving off the aura of her Fleurant name sake while using puppets to wreak havoc on those she utterly despises. However, should someone really go out of their way to get under her skin they might not know it-But she is plotting their downfall behind her pretty smile. She knows she can be stunning, and uses it to lure in those weak minded enough to do her bidding for her. She doesn't ever really need to get her hands dirty when there are so many other fools willing do it for her. As well as shallow and a bit vain, she seems to only have a sour disposition. But she smiles so sweetly, looks so innocent, and plays the game just as well as any noble woman; she more then covers for any flaw she doesn't want you to know about.
It was on a dreary May morning that our dear Jolie was born. The rain heavy on the stained glass windows and thunder crackling as if it trying to warn the family of the little terror that would soon be born. They pulled her out of her warm home inside a mother that was damn to tired to even spare the brat a look before falling on her pillow asleep. Her mother had given birth to the babe, named her, and sent her off to a wet nurse as soon as the babe had been granted her first meal.
Little did the child see her mother after that day. Gaston and Adolie were almost nomadic in their travels and had little time to spare for their children, no matter how many they happened to have at the time. So the girl child was raised by her siblings, nurses and tutors in a way. Looking to her older sisters like goddesses and her brothers like gods she felt little love for her parents when they did end up home again, giving birth to yet more brother's and sisters. However much she feared Renate, for he was as cruel as they came when she was but a young girl, she still managed to place him on her list of people to emulate. While Etienne and Narcisse were siblings that were better to watch from afar- yet still watch. The older siblings seeming to want nothing to do with her or the rest of the younger group. As for Maurice though, of all of them, however had been the kindest, and like all her siblings she loved him for it. Ambroise and Musetta however provided entertainment. Though she couldn't say either of them liked her much for it, she often followed their stories, and if asked by an adult she would claim the opposite of those stories at times just to see what would happen if they got caught. Though there were others that she would swear on the gods that were honest to goodness true just so she could see how long they could keep the gag going.
It was from watching her siblings she learned the greatest lesson of all. You can do anything in the world you want, as long as your smart enough not to get caught. She learned at an early age if she wanted something she could manipulate others into getting it for her. Crying to one nurse or threatening another she had little respect for any of her keepers. How could she? They were just people set aside by her mother and father to make sure she didn't starve or fall out a window as a child. They had no love for her, and so she wouldn't grant them any either. And she grew ever into a young lady with all the grace and talent of any of her elder sisters thou perhaps not as elegant as her Narcisse sister, nor as spunky as Musetta. There would be no way she could compete with them on their own games, so Jolie adapted her own.
At one point she was warded out to another family for a year or two to become a lady. Though she will not speak of anything more then accomplishing that goal, it is easy enough for anyone to see she was not pleased with the host family. For it was a small house, with a reputation for building character and fine ladies It was rumored that she returned back to Enos early for unknown reasons.
Now that she has returned to Enos she knows Renate and would be looking for a potential husband for her, and in all honestly she is fine with that. Her ambitions are high as any Fleurant's at times making it difficult to match her with a fitting partner. But she has shown teased him on many occasions about hurrying up and marring her off before she becomes an old maid.
However much a terror Renate had been as a boy to the younger children changed with age. Though Jolie would never claim to be a favorite of Renate. She is no longer hated either. Musetta and Ambroise with their open and wild pranks claimed that part of his resentment. While Jolie being a newly refined lady at least superficially has improved her worth in his eyes. At least, she hopes so. For she knows the more he likes her the better match he will give her in the future with their parents now rotten in the grave because of the plague.
When you picture evil, the first thing that comes to mind for most stories, is the wicked witch or the terrible monster. Ugly in appearances to match the madness lingering under the skin. But what would happen if the princess in the story was not quite all she appeared? Perhaps, bitter from waiting for her prince she slowly rots from the inside. No goodness left untouched inside that pretty little girl in her flowing rose colored dress and soft pale skin. Then when the prince does finally show up, he slays the monster sure to be valiant and handsome as he rushes his way up to that tallest tower in the castle. But while she smiles and embraces her 'hero' she pulls a knife from hidden behind her back and slays the prince unaware that his one true love cannot return the innocent feelings.
This leads us to the crossroads. Will she take the path of the wicked villain? Capture another to spread her pain on to them as if that might save her? Her outwards appearance ever morphing into the monster that had originally kept her hidden? Perhaps. But there is another, less traveled path that she might choose to go down. Staying beautiful, acting sane to fit in with the rest of the world as she leaves that bloody tower and walks away from the corpses that now claim rulership of the empty citadel. Her dark secret hidden like the madness that sometimes flickers in behind her eyes like a caged animal. Only to wait until the opportune moment to release the beasts inside and let them do her dirty work. For how stained can one person be before they begin to taint those around them?
These bloody princesses are more common then you think. Same with the dragons who wear handsome knight's faces. As they saying goes- 'beautiful things can be painful' couldn't be more true for a certain lass. Her blonde hair and blue eyes trade mark for her house, height and complexion showing as one of the beauties of Eos. She is stained on the inside, deep down where nothing can purify the mark. And like a goddess of tranquility she smiles at a man who wronged her.
You don't need to know the details or the deeds that had transpired between the two of them- but alas, they were perhaps what tipped the unstable girl to the dark side. He seemed as stunned as a fish out of water for the gracious behavior of the humble young woman as she offered him a drink from the platter the girls brought in. Taking a sip herself of the goblet as if to prove that there were no ill wills for the heartbreaker seated in the quiet room with her. The warmth of the fire on her back, the tang of the wine on her tongue as she briefly kissed his cheek. Filled with passion from the courage in the alcohol and the beauty before him he made a mistake after the hours went by as they chatted alone. Pulling her into his lap as if she was a common whore. His sloppy kisses and brutish force look as though he could smother her to death with his mouth alone. She giggled lightly, teasing him to pick up the pace. The sky was turning dark, and time was starting to run out for the game.
Worming her way out of his lap was no easy task, but it was accomplished with a rip of some of her expensive cloths. Laughing she pulled him to his feet, claiming his kiss with one of her own passion filled ones, his arms pulling her into his chest. She took the small hunting knife from his belt as he drooled on her neck in all his dog like glory. While he couldn't see it she made a face as if this whole endeavor bought her close to vomiting she pulled back once more so he could look on her as she played with the steel dancing for him to slobber over again. Playing the part of an eager girl ever as he advanced. Taking the blade she cut the simplest points in the front of her gown, down the sides and started hacking the gown down with some fancy dance moves.
Only then did she play on her real motive. Handed him the knife and helped him finish opening up the corset so he could admire her chest. Then with a hasty slap across his fine face she screamed and punched herself in the eye. The now raggedy remains of the dress exposed self inflicted bruises and cuts from a stubble. He was shocked, then angry. But it was too late. As he made to cover her mouth and stop the terrible shrieking the night guard walked in on a terrible scene. The noble who was courting the lady was in the act of trying to force her. They waisted no time beating up the angry drunk as he spluttered out his words, pointing and kicking to get at the girl and use the dagger to slit her throat for what she had done. Dragging him out of the room while a two of the men used a blanket to cover the sobbing woman and get her back to her own rooms.
He would be hanged the next day.
Without a chance to plead his case to any real form of judgment. The right people had seen all they needed, one of the guards a knight from the banner house, and a son or two from a few nobles. And as the man's legs dangled down the shoot, the victim wearing a black veil to hide the marks seemed to be shaking with fear as he swung. No one would see the thin smile through that bit of fabric and the down turned head. No one would notice the wild eyed joy, and the shakes from ecstasy as she watched the dead man on his last rope.
It had all been worth it.
Every single self inflicted bruise and cut to see him swinging from that noose.
[Time Line Events]
Year 213: Gaston Fleurant and Adolie Alysworth are wed.
Year 214: Renate Fleurant is born.
Year 215: Etienne Fleurant is born.
Year 217: Maurice Fleurant is born.
Year 219: Narcisee Fleurant is born.
Year 224: Bayard Fleurant is born.
Year 225: Jolie Fleurant is Born?
Year 229: Renate is engaged to his fiancée.
Year 233: Renate Fleurant returns to Enos.
Year 235: Renate’s fiancée dies to the plague.
Year 236: Maurice and Bayard Fleurant succumb to the plague.
Year 237: Gaston Fleurant and Adolie Alysworth Fleurant die to the plague.
Year 237: Renate Fleurant is named Lord of House Fleurant.
Year 241: Game start
These are meant to be a quick reference of critical dates for your character.
House Fleurant, Enos
"Destiny from Beauty"
House Fleurant [Enos]
- <s>Clovis Fleurant</s> -- <s>Treasa Onora Brigh Vulferam</s>
- <s>Silvain Fleurant</s> -- <s>Adrienne Fontenot</s>
- <s>Reynard Fleurant</s>
- <s>Gaston Fleurant</s> -- <s>Adolie Alysworth</s>
;- <b>Renate Fleurant</b>
;- Etienne Fleurant
;- <s>Maurice Fleurant</s>
;- Narcisse Fleurant
;- Ambroise Fleurant
;- Musetta Fleurant
;- <s>Bayard Fleurant</s>
;- Jolie Fleurant
;- Cecile Fleurant
;- Leon Fleurant
- <s>Rochelle Fleurant DeLauncey</s>
- <s>Severine Fleurant</s> -- <s>Wife</s>
- <s>Elaine Fleurant Forthwind</s>
- Ludovic Fleurant -- Wife Fleurant
;- Bastien Fleurant
;- Leverett Fleurant
;- Miette Fleurant
;- Lenore Fleurant
;- Olympe Fleurant
;- Pascal Fleurant
;- Aceline Fleurant
- Solange Fleurant Harcourt
- <s>Giselle Fleurant Alysworth</s>
- <s>Andre Fleurant</s> -- <s>Wife</s>
- <s>Jacques Fleurant</s>
- Michon Fleurant
- <s>Natalie Fleurant</s>
- <s>Oceane Fleurant</s>
- Bernard Fleurant -- <s>Wife</s>
- Chamonix Fleurant
- Angelie Fleurant
- <s>Jovianne Fleurant</s>
- Germaine Fleurant
- <s>Bardot Fleurant Landalis</s>
- <s>Josephine Fleurant Linnet</s>
- <s>Coeur Fleurant</s> -- <s>Alexandrine Blanchard</s>
- <s>Giverny Fleurant Montrose</s>
- <s>Corbeau Fleurant</s> -- Wife Fleurant
- Pepin Fleurant
- Theoren Fleurant
- Sequin Fleurant
- Sophie Fleurant
- Urbain Fleurant
- <s>Lenore Fleurant Fitzwulf</s>
- <s>Revanche Fleurant</s>
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