Lilian Grant Piervencenti.
โNicknamesโ || "Lilian or just Lily is fine."
She just goes by her first name, Lilian, and subsequently by Lily. She hopes to one day make friends legitimately enough that they'll give her a nickname that isn't just a shortening of her first name.
โRoleโ || "Like what, in life?"
Found Female #1.
โAgeโ || "Nearly two decades. Joy."
Nineteen.
โGenderโ || โGotta keep it homogametic."
Female.
โSexuality & Marital Statusโ || "I guess I could fall in love with anybody, really. Not that that will ever happen."
Pansexual and single.
Blonde.
Light brown.
170 cm and 58 kg.
French.
Lilian has a small birthmark on her right heel.
Human.
Lilian is very much a cynic, and as a result of this, is also extremely introverted. Events in the developmental stage of her life enabled her to grow up believing that whatever bad can happen will happen. Murphy's law might as well be her mantra. Because of her cynicism, she is cautious with interpersonal reactions, fearing the primrose path, something that looks good but will eventually lead to destruction. So, instead, she tends to stick to herself rather than engage in any group activities.
That isn't to say that she wouldn't like any friends, she's just skeptical she'd be able to make any without the help of her ability, but using her ability to make 'friends' feels less than genuine and ultimately makes her feel like shit and even more unworthy of the actual thing. She can't help her manipulative behavior sometimes and that causes inner turmoil. It wasn't long ago that she decided she may as well swallow the bitter pill and accept that she would be going it alone the rest of her life.
โPowerโ || "It's not something I'm necessarily proud of."
Hormone manipulation is a variant of body manipulation, and allows her to freely control and manipulate her own hormones and the hormones of others. Although she mainly targets the hormone Vasopressin, which causes those around her to feel more productive and overall protective of her, as well acts as a natural painkiller for light wounds and things like headaches, she also can target other hormones to induce sleep or desired emotional responses, and even cause somebody to be more open to suggestion or induce sexual arousal and pleasure in others. This is, of course, limited by how stable of an emotional state she is in herself. Although, she has begun to use her power less and less because she doesn't enjoy how much of a betrayal it feels like.
Lilian was born to an American mother and a French father in a small hillside town called Vรฉzรฉnobres, located in the central Languedoc region of France. Her mother was an art major taking time off from schooling to paint abroad, and her father was a resident fig harvester. They had met at the chateau de la Condamine, a small family castle that had been in that area since 1804. Their love happened like any other, and in the heat of their passion, Lilian was conceived. Her mother stayed in France so Lilian would be raised by both of her parents, causing her father to work two jobs and her mother to sell many of her paintings in order for them to support themselves.
It is known that infants produce a pheromone that allows them to bond with their mother on a chemical scale, triggering the maternal instinct. This bond is said to be a life-long tie, but definitely becomes less prevalent as the child grows older. Only Lillian's hormonal control remained strong, and effected not only her parents, but anybody else around her. It wasn't something she could control as she grew up, and the effects she had on people were attributed to her personality. As a product of two nationalities, she naturally caught on to French as her first language, being more immersed in it, but she was also taught English by her mother as she was growing up.
It wasn't until Lilian hit the age of twelve that she realized that she could make people do things that they normally wouldn't feel entitled to do. Realizing the potential of this, she tried to stretch it as far as she could, using this ability to persuade her parents to buy her things and her friends to give her things. This behavior carried on for a while, until she one day wondered if it was something she could turn off. And so she tried to turn it off and she did. The results were less than desired. The friends that she normally hung out with expressed no desire to be friends with her anymore, claiming that they never liked her to begin with. This upset her, and instead of trying to reconcile with the other children, she chose to go home.
That night at dinner, her mother announced solemnly that she was leaving. She told Lillian and her father that she never wanted to have Lily in the first place, and that she was going back to America to 'reclaim her youth' and 'once again follow her dreams'. Her father, clearly distraught, tried to fight her about it, resulting in Lilian eventually falling asleep to the sounds of her parents arguing for the first time. When she woke up, there was no sign of her mother.
Her father continued to work two jobs to support them, but it was a struggle without the additional source of income they were used to having. Her father had also turned to the bottle since her mother had left, gradually becoming an alcoholic and eventually losing not just one job, but both of them. Lily got a part time job herself to balance with school work just so she could put food on the table, and often came home to her father passed out drunk.
There were times where it would seem he had sobered, and he would promise her such grandiose things. He'd say he would get better and take them to some other place, somewhere new. He'd promise her gifts and happiness, but the next day he'd just be drunk again. Eventually, Lilian stopped believing him. Eventually she stopped believing anything anybody told her. It was around this time that the Haven approached her.
She refused the first couple of advances, skeptical, and stubborn about remaining home to take care of what had once been her father. Until one night, she returned to find her father in a drunken fit of rage. He screamed things at her, blamed her for her mother leaving and said that everything that had happened had been her fault. She tried to user her power to calm him, but it wasn't enough, and he had hit her, knocking her to the ground. "Sans valeur!" he had screamed at her, as she sat on the ground holding her face. Worthless.
And so she left.
โNotesโ ||
Lilian speaks French and is mostly fluent in English as well, though sometimes an accent will shine through. Due to her introverted nature, she enjoys things that help her escape from reality, such as reading and writing. She also paints, often surrealist landscapes. Character relations will be edited into here as the roleplay progresses.
It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land
So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again