Description

Personality

Roxanne always seemed a bit shallow and distant. She always kept to herself and barely spoke. Fleur on the other hand is outgoing, sophisticated, charming, and clever. Not to mention, she is very flirtatious and can keep a lad on his toes. She adores manipulating anyone who falls into her trap. Fleur acts very innocent when she knows she's in trouble. The young miss also tends to brush away her problems without a bat of an eye. She just loves a good game of cat and mouse.

Equipment

Fleur’s soul sphere is Mermerization. She enchants her victims with her silky voice as well as her entrancing dancing. (What would a Moulin Rouge dancer be without her dance moves?) She can also make objects move or levitate with the sound of her voice or a flick of her wrist.
This comes in handy when there are a lot of sharp objects around.

History

At the age of 12, Roxanne was shipped away to a juvenile asylum. She pleaded with the guards, saying she was brought there upon false accusations. Nobody listened. Who would? She was just a wallflower of a girl. In the dream-scape, Fleur doesn't appear to have a care in the world. In there, people listen to her and often cater to her every command. She can be very persuasive. Nobody orders her around—surely no one would dare! Fleur is very independent but can be a bit of a handful sometimes… Once in awhile she questions herself about who she really is. There must be a monster behind those doll like curls. However, she mainly brushes aside the coming and going thoughts.

So begins...

Fleur's Story

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Tinker Tocker

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#2012-12-17 04:24:16, as written by Violet Moon

A girl with long, flowing blonde hair stood on the corner of a busy avenue. She looked primped and pristine--the girl wore a diamond choker with a string of pearls wrapping around her black, laced gloves. Teal ribbons dotted their way up and down her pink & black corset while her layered skirt clung to her waist, dangling over her knobby knees. Fleur, the annoyed looking lass, was slouching against a brick wall in the city of Tinker Tocker. She watched the people come and go with a hawk like glance. The young lady was looking for anything shiny-- perhaps a locket... Some silver... Anything that struck her fancy, she would go after it without hesitation. However, the day was growing long and Fleur was becoming impatient. She drummed the tips of her pale pink fingernails against the wall, blowing her blonde bangs to the side.

There was nothing to do.Boring, boring, boring.
There was nobody she could play with. How disappointing. Fleur was getting rather lonely & nobody seemed to care. She pouted out her rose lips and curled her finger around a black feather in her hair. It was time to venture to another part of the city. She began to stroll down the street, fanning herself with a silk fan she had pick pocketed off a woman from the day before hand. It was grand being a thief. Fleur didn't have a cent to her name but she always managed to get what she wanted. Well. Almost always.

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