Marielle Colleen Croisseux

[marielle]

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About You - -

Name: Kelsey
Gender: Female
Age: Timeless
Years of RPG Experience: 6
Other: falco

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Quick Quiz - -

How did you find us? It’s been so long, my memory fails me.
What about ISS inspired you to join? It was just starting up wayyyy back and I wanted to be bellatrix, and there was an opening.
Do you have any suggestions for us?

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About the Character- -

Name: Marielle Colleen Croisseux
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Year: 6th
Face Claim: Emilie de Ravin

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Her face is oval, and good shape to have for long or short hair. It was inherited from her mother as were most of her features, save her eyes. Her eyes are so blue, so riveting that she can’t help being surprised by them sometimes. She got her eyes from her father, which is oval as well. In fact most everything about her can be described as oval. Her lips are medium and rosy, her nose long and flat. Marielle’s eyebrows are a curved light brown while her hair is typically ethereal blonde or dirty blonde with brown undertones. Her cheeks and face are naturally pale except when she blushes and then she becomes red as an apple, so she usually makeup to make herself come alive. Typically, her hair is straight because she likes to look natural and fee at ease, but when getting dressed up or when she’s in the mood for something special her hair falls down her shoulders and back in wavy tresses.

Physique: By birth, she’s a slender girl. What makes her even skinnier is her lack of concern for food. Though she likes to bake, that’s the thrill, the food that results from it makes little difference to her. She doesn’t get hungry so forgetting to eat is a normal occurrence. Her figure has a little hour glass to it but she has a pretty flat chest and a small behind. Her curves come from her waist and her hips, and remind everyone that she is in fact a girl. Mari keeps her fingernails clear and polished but cuts them short so that they don’t get in the way. She wears bracelets and anklets a lot, and many rings adorn her fingers. Her style is new age but simple – she enjoys solids like white, blacks, and browns, but purple is her favorite color. Her arms are pretty long and fit her bony fingers, and her height is around five foot six.

Wand Type: cherry, 12 ¼ inch, dragon heartstring

Wand Expertise: Good, average. She practices in her free time, and before Hogwarts her mother taught her by example how to properly flick her wand. She is very good at little charms and executes them perfectly, but she has difficulty with harder spells and incantations.

Patronus: Peacock. Marielle's bird is beautiful to behold but only if it wants to be. On the outside it is plain until it opens and reveals its colorful feathers. Like her patronus, Marielle is generally docile and enjoys the option of having freedom to do what she wants, although she rarely takes advantage of this. She needs shelter and protection, and on the outside she and her peacock are vibrant, but they feel a bit inadequate underneath it all.


Boggart: Ghost. The thing that goes bump in the night and dark evenings really scare her. Peeves doesn’t annoy her as much as he gives her goose bumps. She does her best to pretend her own house ghost doesn’t give her the shivers but not all ghosts are friendly. They make her uncomfortable and one time the gray lady didn’t notice her or didn’t care and walked straight through her in her second year. It was so cold and unnatural, and that’s when the fear began.

Personality:

THERE'S A MILLION OTHER GIRLS

In a world full of average people, Marielle has always been just another number waiting for her lottery ticket. The average seed, the John Doe, the regular Joe, whatever you want to call her. It wasn’t difficult to blend into the masses when you grew up in a large city with no money or status to your name. So, like every young girl dreaming of her fairytale, Marielle grew with the wish of wanting to stand out. It wasn’t until recently she discovered being the average bear was exactly what she needed, and that anything more than that wasn’t manageable. Marielle is not multitalented; she hasn’t built years of athleticism from sports, she can’t sew, cook, clean, draw, or sing. There might be a special talent of itself in having no talent at all, and if that’s the case she’s sure she has it. The truth is, she is capable of more than she knows but lacks the motivation to pursue it. Baking is a hobby the French maiden enjoys but it hasn’t crossed her mind it’s an actual skill of hers’.


THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU LET YOUR HEART WIN

She’ll never learn. Heartbroken, Marielle? It’s a fad. She falls in and out of love a lot, but can’t quite seem to snag that perfect guy who’ll stay. And she doesn’t expect them to, it would shock her and she wouldn’t know what to do if they didn’t eventually leave. She grew up with just her mom, men aren’t foreign but neither are they household pets. She’s looking and she will keep looking for a boy who wants to know her and not the curve of her face or the locks of her hair. One of Mari’s problems lies in her dependency, she depends greatly on her man and it can get a little clingy. She would like to have him all to herself but she’s constantly falling for the bad boy – not exactly the model of perfect boyfriend. Her worth is greater than that but until she sees it, this routine will continue to play out. Sure, there are good, wholesome guys she has her eye on but she’d never go for it. She feels mediocre, average yet again next to them. It’s like they have no flaws, and she feels she has plenty. She’s got to have someone who’s not as smart as her, who is subordinate in some way so that perhaps, they’ll stay because they have nowhere else to go.


BRICK BY BORING BRICK

Like basically everyone else, Mari is kind to her friends, and mean to her enemies. She usually does as she is told and thinks very little differently than her fellow classmates. She has a fair amount of friends, gossips here and there, attends class, returns to her dorm, studies, eats, sleeps. Down to the time she goes to bed she’s extremely predictable. Mari likes to sleep promptly at ten pm and arise at six am. Don’t mess with the schedule, it shakes her entire day and she isn’t quite herself until the cycle begins anew the following morning. Some mornings, she smiles at her reflection in the mirror, admires her sapphire eyes, brushes her teeth in circles, and puts on her robes. Sometimes, like everybody, she has a bad day that she can just feel the moment her head pops up from that pillow. She either ignores or reflection or wallows in it, abandoning her makeup in hopes of becoming as much of a simpleton as possible.

Last year, and the year before, and the year before that, she was a plain Jane. Boys didn’t come rushing up to her to ask her out, or carry her books to class. They come rushing to her to ask her what her best friend was doing that night, if Mari thought she liked him, or for advice and study time for the quiz in transfiguration. Originally, it was nice to be talked to and have friends. Then, it was no longer enough. Girls and their hormones came to play and literally, all of her roommates had dates every week, minus Mari. Mari the simpleton, Mari the study buddy, the how-to girl. Increasingly frustrated by the end of her fourth year, a change was in order. Normal no more, that was ancient history. Life wasn’t good enough simply, fine. Where was the dramatics, the fireworks, the butterflies in her stomach? Well, the butterflies were there but the kisses that should follow definitely were not. This change created the Marielle you see now. The girl who discovered the grass is always greener on the other side, but really, the grass is felt. Being noticed can be horrible! The guys don’t care what her favorite bands are, they’re too busy staring at her butt. Her blue eyes came to life with added eyeliner, her lips fuller with lipstick, and she finally developed into a girl. Beautiful, not average, she could never, ever be allowed to be average again.

Only she wants it. When people meet her now, they have preconceived notions about who she is. She hates to disappoint the boy across the hall that came over to flirt with her, discovering her brain didn’t have the flirtatious skill that was supposed to match the body. People think she is something she just isn’t. She’s tender but now she can’t show it or she’ll get eaten alive by her peers. Teenagers can be so viscous, the nicer you are the harder you fall. Sick of being the best friend to the boys and tired of being the rebound or play thing on the other hand, she falls somewhere, awkwardly, uncomfortably, in the middle. The problem with being in the middle is you can’t rest there for long.


EVERY BRIDGE I'VE EVER BUILT

“Has a tendency of knocking herself down.” It seems that when things go well for Marielle and she’s happy, she second guesses it. After all, it has to be too good to be true right? She can’t accept that nothing bad will happen, that they won’t go away, that whatever she has isn’t going to be ripped out from under her. You’d think she would be more cautious with love with this kind of notion but she’s not, she considers this a part of life. She builds own bridge to destroy another, as though a perfect balance has to be in place. Mari passes her class with an O and good remarks from her professor, she’s on top of the world, and then next day she fails her potions exam. Even life had to be average, and it’s anything but now-a-days, so she has to take matters in her own hands.


SCRIBBLED OUT THE TRUTH WITH THEIR LIES

Compulsive. Liar. This developed when she was a kid, a feeble attempt to make her life more interesting. Now? It’s another attribute of her personality. It doesn’t have to be important, something said to a lover to assure them of fidelity. It’s usually as mundane as what she had for breakfast that morning. Her life immediately becomes a dramatic soap opera to perfect strangers. Selling her kidney on the black market to get enough money to pay for her godmother’s medical bill after she was beat by a gang of dwarfs has so much more ring to it than “I grew up in France with my single mom.”

Not only that, but it can’t be helped. Really. Honesty doesn’t want a thing to do with her and she’s stopped trying to invite it in. She lies to her mother, friends, professors, the cat down the street, etc. Marielle could just as easily lie to herself as well but what’s the point? She knows the truth, half the fun is the reactions that come from others. It’s her best and probably only defense mechanism that she has.


WE'RE JUST MISGUIDED GHOSTS

When you get her mad she gets a little….crazy. This generally mild tempered, patient, relaxed, appropriate child would rip the wings off a butterfly if it got her angry enough. Her mother said be kind, don’t trust too much, reach out, but don’t be shattered. If she reaches out and you shatter she’s going to shatter you. She loves deeply, and she hates fiercely. The guys that break her heart, if it wasn’t meant to be then she can understand, if he dumps her for a cheap broad with fake tits she’ll wipe his life clean. With eyes full of angry tears Marielle goes out to get those that wound her with no regret. Manipulative, cold, and on occasion, back stabbing. What makes the story different from all the others is that she knows the difference between right and wrong, she does have a conscience. She doesn’t pick on people because they looked at her wrong, she devours them when they pick on her. This revenge can get way out of control incredibly fast, and it can go past what could be considered fair and turn into cruel and unusual punishment. It’s hard to stop the girl once she gets going and she focuses much of her energy and one thing.

She always sees herself as having two choices when something happens, a crossroads if you will. She can let it go and take the path of least resistance, consider it a little bump in the road and have a perfectly normal day. Or, she can be wicked and stir up a vast pool of emotions and problems. Marielle would really really like to take the path of least resistance, really. That’s what any normal person would do. And yet something compels her to solve the situation, because when she doesn’t she can’t let it go and she thinks about it for a long time. It’s very weird, but can almost imagine a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. Her natural personality likes the angel and would like to be kind and casual, but the devil is just so loud and A n n o y i n g she can’t help but listen from time to time.


I THINK WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY

Happiness is……watching the sun set and rise, drinking pumpkin juice at midnight with the one you love, laughing about things that don’t make sense, going to sleep at night after a bad day, but most of all, happiness is knowing who you are and where you come from. Marielle has many kinds of happy, but she doesn’t have complete happiness. She doesn’t know her father, she doesn’t know her sister, and she doesn’t know how it all went wrong. There are so many questions in her mind that she’s never been able to fully let go. She’s willing to make friends with you if you’re willing back and if it won’t create a catastrophe. After all, what house you come from has a lot of weight in Hogwarts and she has enough problems already. She is pleasant and generally okay most of the time, and gets special delight from little things like the smell of flowers or sitting in the rain and having her hair wet. Thus, her favorite people are the ones who will sit down with her and just go with it.

You couldn’t call her loyal, because just as people come and go in life, she comes and goes in theirs. To her it’s not necessarily a bad thing, friends grow apart. Things change, you get different goals and one day you aren’t compatible anymore. But there are some people who are forever, and she does as best as she can to hold on to those, despite her faults. So although Marielle falls into the same routine day after day and likes the boys who are no good, brushes her teeth for exactly four minutes, dreams of finding the sister she’s never met and both hates and loves each person she meets…..she’s basically just like everyone else.

REALLY.




Likes:
+ All kinds of tea
+ Baking
+ Schedules and sticking by them
+ Art
+ Lying/stories
+Wizard Bands
+ Flowers
+Clouds
+Extroverts
+Holidays

Dislikes:
– Heartbreakers
_ Family parties
– Vanity
–Extremes
–Exercise
–Being stared at
–Makeup
–Writing
–The spotlight
–Feet

History: “Dear Bernie, thank you for making me fall in love with you, breaking my heart, and leaving me here. Thanks to you, I know I will never love again.” These should have been the words of Marielle’s mother to her father and rightfully so, but they never did come. She was still too in love with the father of her child to say any of That, as deserving as they could be. Instead, the letter went something like this:

“My dearest Bernie,

I still don’t know why you have gone, or what I’ve done to make you hate me so. Months have passed and I have neither heard from you nor expect to. The love we had has been lost, and I know now you never felt it for me. My heart is broken, but that isn’t why I’ve written to you. I’m writing to you now, after months of consideration, to tell you the truth.

You see, you have a daughter.

You don’t deserve to know, but I’m telling you because she deserves it. Her name is Marielle, and she is the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen. I’m happy, she looks like me, but I cannot hide the fact she has your eyes.

So you may not care at all about what happens to me, but don’t abandon her. She needs her father, a man to support and be there for her in life. I may be young but I know the importance of a male role model. You’ve noticed enclosed in this letter is a picture, isn’t her toe headed hair divine? Please come visit her, I am asking you to be a part of her life, of mine. Come back to me, that woman can never love you the way I do. It’s your responsibility Bernie, don’t turn your back on her.

Sincerely,
Opaline”

It wasn’t known at the time if that letter was ever read, or even arrived because Opaline Croisseux never received a reply. To her, whether by fate or answer, it was confirmation that she was on her own with Marielle. It was hard to be a single mom but harder when her child was a constant reminder of what she was missing. She was merely seventeen when a man with years over her swept her off her feet. She came from a family of middle class, lack of social status, and largely boring. Bernie provided just the kind of rebellious excitement that every teenager needed. He’s a muggle? Even better. The witch wanted to know something beyond her world of magic and experience the new, out with the old. He was very smart, or so it seemed to a naïve girl like her, and he had a job. He was a butler. Not to say it was grand but she was Opaline Croisseux, sneaking off to be with her lover who had a JOB. That got her friends jealous and her parents reeling when they finally found out. Which they did, and that’s when it went wrong. Opaline was delightful, had an infectious laughter, and though she is older she is still youthful at heart. It’s not surprisingly with her raging beauty that she caught Bernard Beauregard’s attention.

Bernie’s reasons for leaving Opaline were actually rather selfless. She was young, she probably didn’t comprehend what she was doing, and he wasn’t staying in France forever. He would go where his employers would go, and they were going to England. She should have been with someone her own age for she still had growing up to do, and she’d become far too smitten with him. It needed to stop now before she really got hurt. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. Opaline told her parents that she loved this man, that boys her age were just too immature, and that Bernie had everything in order. Naturally her parents hated hearing this, he was thirty and she was practically a child, they discouraged it, but they weren’t going to ban her from seeing him. They believed in the power of choice, and the thought the feelings were mutual so when Bernie unexpectedly left, everyone was shocked. Yes, Opaline and Bernie had gotten into a terrible argument the night before, but couldn’t they get through it? How could it be over just like that?
It was over, but she got her wish, just not in the way she intended. A part of Bernie did stay with Opaline, and that was his child.

Enraged by his apparent “betrayal”, she didn’t say a word or try to contact him though she had discovered his location. The pregnancy was hard as it was her first, and she nearly died giving birth to Marielle, but in the end her daughter was the best thing that ever happened to her. Eventually the fires of anger dissipated and she sent a letter to her lost loved two years later, but it wasn’t immediately returned. Her bitterness came back full force and she wrote him off in her heart and mind. Here was a guy she’d given herself to, had his very child and this was what she got? Forget them, forget them all. And that was just what she did. Opaline moved out and supported her daughter in a shabby apartment, and they got along. It wasn’t a fairytale, things were and still are extremely tight money wise, but they make it work. Years later, enough time having passed that Marielle could count and dress herself, a letter arrived. It was from Bernie, explaining himself….in a way. He had another daughter, one who needed him and his help. Things had been so hectic, happened so quickly…Opaline had been so young….and first, the letter just made Marielle’s mother revisit her pain and hatred, but when Mari got to read it and was happy that her father acknowledged her, it was washed away. Her father had a responsibility, he was taking care of her half sister because her parents were dead. He didn’t hate her! He just couldn’t be with her.
It wasn’t much, it didn’t make Mari feel like she was loved by him, but it was satisfying. Her life with her mother was good, anyhow.

Opaline never married but it made things less complicated. Mari had a quiet life, her mother was at work a lot, so she took the time to try new things and make friends . Friends came easily, but she was always a member of the posse. Somehow, she made friends easiest with the bossy, extroverted one, the one that got on a lot of other kids’ nerves. She would help in plans or be backup, out of the spotlight because there was nothing incredibly or interesting to make her unique. When Mari got her Hogwarts letter she was extremely excited to get away from France for the first time. It was hard after she left, because she has such a strong attachment to her mom. At first she was quiet and awkward, but eventually she warmed up to the others. They were in the same boat, after all. Some people liked her, but easily forgot her in place of someone else. She took it in stride for three years but by the end of her fourth she had enough. She’d never been asked to a dance, people would always reply “I just never thought of it”, after they whined to her about having no one to take and she asked them why they hadn’t just asked her. She was always available, she’d been a plain girl.

Summer. Summer after her fourth year her same, bossy French friends, who’d enjoyed their time at Beauxbatons so much, and they had the beauty to show for it. Marielle never went there because her mother didn’t want her to compare herself to her friends, and Hogwarts was the best Wizarding school in the world, not to mention it would be a great experience and she’d be able to speak English with actual, native English speakers. Her French friends became wise to Mari’s distress and tried to help her out by teaching her all that they knew. She returned fifth year as a complete knockout. Granted, half of that just came from growing up -she got taller, skinnier, and gained curves. The other part was that her hair was silky and smooth, and her eyes were enough to make anyone stop and stare. At first, the attention was overwhelming, then she began to like it. She was the new girl all over again, and boys flocked to her. It was hard to keep up, but she found the disadvantages too. She didn’t get to have enthralling conversations nearly as much, and most of her time with them was spent in lip locking. Not that it was bad, after all it’s what all her friends did, but it wasn’t very exciting. It’s like people finally started to look at her, but they never looked deeper. And then just as the seasons change the attention went away from her and she was back to square one. Marielle had to do things to keep people’s attention, because isn’t that what she dreamed of her whole life? Sometimes she had to be very mean to get there, step on other people, and overall, she just wasn’t herself. Her reflection wasn’t her anymore, she didn’t recognize it.

It’s hard to heal from your mistakes, but it’s harder to be forgiven by others. There are still some people at Hogwarts who are angry with her, and then some who don’t even remember everything happening. Mari is trying to get out of the bad crowd she’s being playing in but she’s learned that as hard as it is to get into that crowd in the first place, it’s a whole lot harder to get out. Her life is so busy and chaotic that it’s almost become hard for her to remember a time when it wasn’t, when she was like everyone else. She tries her hardest to keep up her grades but as always, they’re mediocre. Add that to the fact that somewhere in this school is her half sister, and life is pretty complicated. Her half sister. Juliette. But will Juliette ever know?

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And Finally - -

I, Kelsey, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Andromeda Black]

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