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Joaquรญn Leclaire

"Speak of the devil, and the devil will come."

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a character in “We Are The Dimoni”, as played by ThatStupidPunk

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{ N A M E }
Joaquรญn Leclaire

{ N I C K N A M E S }
Jack|What he typically goes by as people have a hard time pronouncing his name.
Frenchie|A way of teasing his french roots.

{ A G E }
18

{ G E N D E R }
Male

{ E T H N I C I T Y }
French and Spanish

{ S E X U A L I T Y }
Sappiosexual

{ R O L E }
Aerea

{ O T H E R - H A L F }
N/A



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{ E Y E S }
Green

{ H A I R }
Dark Brown/Black

{ H E I G H T }
6'

{ W E I G H T }
165 lbs

{ A P P E A R A N C E }
Anyone who claims not to drool at even the though of Joaquin is a liar. Everything about him scream perfection from the waves in his long raven locks, the curve of his lips, his enchanting stormy green eyes, and perfect body. It's no wonder wonder people practically throw themselves at him. Now like all other Aerea, he does have a unique mark to him. His would be a marking that appears like a vine going up his right arm and connecting with a tree that goes across the top portion of his body. It appears to be just a tattoo when in reality he has had this since birth.



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{ P O W E R }
Psionic Strength

{ S T R E N G T H S }
Intelligence|Joaquin would easily argue that he is the most intelligent of the group along with the strongest since his physical strength is all based upon his mental one so he is constantly strengthening his mind and getting smarter so he can get stronger.
Manipulation|Words flow off his tongue like a steady stream with his soft voice and elegant French accent. He could easily manipulate anyone into doing anything using his wits and clever charm.
Boxing & Wrestling|Joaquin is well versed in these forms of combat thanks to being brought up in a foster home that could afford to have him take whatever he desired.
Fencing|A sport only fitting for such a high regarded young man like Joaquin. It was a sport that nobles and aristocrats participated in so naturally Joaquin desired to as well and has since been undefeated.

{ W E A K N E S S E S }
Other Half|The Aerea are sworn to protect their other half making them Joaquin's natural weakness.
Strength|His physical strength matches his mental one so anytime he allows himself to grow weak mentally, his strength will disappear.
Arrogance|His own arrogance could very well be his undoing.
Exhaustion|Joaquin pushes himself to his mental limits often putting him at risk of over exhaustion.

{ F E A R S }
Tight Spaces|He's simply claustrophobic
Death|He may laugh i the face of death often but that doesn't mean he won't be frightened the day death finally comes knocking upon his door.



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{ P E R S O N A L I T Y }
Joaquin is the ultimate wet dream of a bad boy. He's incredibly intelligent and well mannered but his disregard for the rules makes him both intriguing and dangerous. Everything about him screams the work of a villain but he also carries himself so elegantly like a refined gentleman despite his early life in the system involving many brutal fights and bullying the other boys. Joaquin is not a good man but he can so easily convince one that he is with the way words fall from his mouth like rose peddles. He's a very charming young man that could convince a priest to break his vows with a simple look. He is also most noted for his intelligence and ability to hold intellectual conversations with ease.

But deep down. Way way deep down... Joaquin has a heart that beats for not one, nt two, but three people in his own Joaquin way. He cares for three people the only way he can but the one that stands out would be the way he acts around his other half. He watches over her like an older brother and turns into a giant teddy bear whenever she's around. he could never bring her any form of harm but if someone else were to... They would very much wish they hadn't.



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{ F A M I L I A L - T I E S }
Joaquin's real parents are nothing more than a memory now. He does not remember their names but he does remember the little girl that became a sister to him that was ripped from his arms for not speaking french. He'd been thrown into the system and eventually adopted by a rich French family known as the Leclaire's. He has two esteemed adoptive parents now and a brother that was also found in the system to even further their status.

{ H I S T O R Y }
Many want to know the story behind the man and why he became the villainous character is today. Joaquin would say there is no story but if he had to, he'd say that it all started with a pretty little girl with eyes that could pierce his soul...

Joaquin doesn't remember much of his birth parents nor what they even looked like but he does remember his other half. His little sister. He remembers taking care of her and protecting her from harm until the day someone came to take them away. They killed his parents and Joaquin ran away with his little Clover doing what he does best: protecting her. They were eventually taken into a foster home for some time but Clover knew little French having Joaquin act as translator. This presented a problem as they decided to rip Clover from his arms and drag her away to America. Joaquin fought desperately for her to stay to the point of getting in trouble for the first time and being sent to juvy for what he did to those who tried to hold him back.

Joaquin's discovery of his powers only made him grow incredibly more dangerous as he worked on getting smarter so he could be the strongest and most feared in his group home. He was eventually taken in with another troublesome boy by a family when he was only 12. Joaquin hadn't expected to ever get adopted at his age nor did he expect such a wealthy family to be the ones taking him in. Joaquin was raised now on the lap of luxury where anything he desired he got. His powers continued to grow with his mind until he was eventually contacted by Dalia to come to New Orleans. He only agreed for it meant getting to see his precious little Clover again.



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{ F A C E - C L A I M }
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{ H E X C O D E }
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{ U S E R }
ThatStupidPunk

So begins...

Joaquรญn Leclaire's Story

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The journey from France to New Orleans was a long one but thankfully his foster parents made the trip slightly bearable by getting him first class seats on his plane here along with ordering a limo set to his standards to pick him up from the airport. It still took a couple hours of a drive thanks to the traffic from the airport so Joaquin ended up helping himself to a bottle wine. It wasn't great as the bottles he had back home but it would have to do. After all, his adoptive parents had given him enough money to buy more quality things once he got there. He could make do for now and deal with such 'common' drink upon his lips before being reunited with a girl he's always considered his sister. His real family.

The limo finally stopped making Joaquin the last to arrive. He fixed his suit making sure there were no imperfections before the driver opened the door and Joaquin stepped out. He walked with such poise hoping all eyes were on him as he walked towards the door. Jooaquin was always one to enjoy a grand entrance. He was soon stopped in his tracks when the sight of blonde hair was first to catch his attention and he made his way towards her in a suave manner as he looked her over. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." He gave a flirtatious smirk before taking Imogen's hand and kissing the back of it.

Joaquin would have continued with his advances if a certain feeling hadn't dragged his attention away from her. He looked past the small group of unimportant strangers before him until his eyes laid upon what he really came here for. There she was standing before him with her piercing blue eyes and messy braid that fit her so perfectly. "Il peut't รชtre" He practically stumbled as he stepped towards her and brought his hands up to hold her face just to make sure she was real. "My little Clover?" Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pulled her into a tight embrace and didn't want to let go. He didn't want to lose her again. "I thought I lost you forever." His voice practically cracked as more tears rolled down his cheeks and to the top if her head while he held her there.

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Character Portrait: Clover Blake Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett Character Portrait: Imogen Huxley
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They told him nothing, save for that he would be leaving permanently and to pack his bags. A good ol' don't let the door hit you on the way out. Not like Corbett expected much from his oh so 'generous' caretakers. They had seen to it that the past few years of his life was a living hell - and he returned the favor tenfold. So it was with great pleasure that he packed his crap and hit the road. Taking his time in a fashion that reminded him of foggy childhood memories. Travel pack strapped tight and feet aching with regret the second he hits that second mile. He of course wasn't capable of going on foot the entire way, but saving up what little money he had was a must. Especially since he knew nothing about what awaited him in New Orleans.

He took a late flight, planning on getting there with enough time to see some sights and get a feel for his newest jail cell - at least until I'm eighteen. He thinks to himself. Withering suddenly at the thought of being so far away from the last known place that he saw Imogen. How would he find her now? How could he even begin to track her down. He had no chance. Not being so far from home....

"Ugh," He slumps against the window. Feeling sick from both the anxiety and the altitude. He's never been a fan of planes, even if this is his first time actually getting on one. Even seeing them in movies, or on TV he could tell they were nothing but bad news; metal death traps at best. He tries, and fails to shake the imagery of the plane going down in his head. In his mind there is the sound of grinding metal, screams all around him, and the pungent scent of smoke; he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep till he's shaking awake. Cold chills creeping up his spine from just the very thought.

He checks his watch, 11:23PM.

After what feels like hours the plane finally, and thankfully comes to a safe spot. Corbett steps out, nearly ready to kiss the ground in relief. He takes stock of his surroundings, going through the long process of retrieving his pack from baggage claims and then running through more scanners. By the time he leaves the airport in a rusted old cab he just wants to sleep for days. He had planned on doing some sightseeing before heading off the the address written on the back of his hand, but he knew that it would take too much out of him. He just wanted to sleep....




He knew at least on a basic level that this was more or less another home to him, one that was perhaps much less rough than his last one. He really wanted to believe that some good would come out of this but there was always that skepticism hiding just behind every single thought. He had only been able to speak briefly with Dalia, to touch base and they had not been given enough time for her to explain much to him besides a vague "you may be able to see Imogen again." Which for whatever reason didn't mean anything to Corbett - he couldn't trust a stranger, and he wouldn't until he saw Imogen again.

Whatever the case he didn't expect to step out of the dinky cab and into a world of confusion. His pack weighed heavy on him as he trudged to the front porch of the quaint house. His heart working over time as he caught sight of someone who he hadn't seen in a very long time. His heart felt as if it would explode, eyes burning with tears but he blinked and clenched his teeth to stop the fall. Excitement like he had not felt in such a long time coursed through him, the very sight of her brought him back to a childlike state of giddiness.

"Imogen!" He couldn't help himself, at her side in an instant with a grin stretched wide over his face. He never thought in a million years he would see her again. And yet here they stood, Espirit and Aerea reunited again.

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Character Portrait: Clover Blake Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett Character Portrait: Imogen Huxley
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Dalia heard more and even more voices fill up outside the door as she opened it up and saw the darling faces of everyone. She gave a tight squeeze to Imogen first and smiled towards her. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." Her eyes then flashed towards Clover, whom she proceeded to squeeze tightly, as well. Her eyes looked past the two as she called out. "Greyson!" She'd never forget their names and how they looked. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling." Dalia smiled as three more people, guys even made their appearances known.

"Ollie." Dalia said with a squeal and hugged him then eyed him, too. "Haven't changed a bit, I see." She didn't the comment in a rude way, just in a way that he really hasn't changed. Her eyes fell upon Joaquin, who immediately spoke towards Clover as she held her hands over her mouth and let out a light laughter. Then she looked as Corbett noticed Imogen and her face was flushed. "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around." She waved for them all to come inside as she showed them to their rooms and somewhat around the house then brought them back downstairs into the dining area, where breakfast was still laid out.

"We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." She muttered then went and stood at the edge of the stairs. "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there." She said then chuckled while making her way back into the dining with everyone else, sitting at the head of the table, smiling at every single one of them.

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Character Portrait: Clover Blake Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett
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A knock gently hit Kai's door but it was the voice that stirred him in his sleep. "Kai. Time to get up and get ready. Our first arrival should be here any minute." He rolled over in his bed and muttered something that sounded like gibberish as his voice cracked from a dry throat. His hand reached over for the partially filled water bottle on his night stand and he chugged it's remaining contents of metallic water before checking the time on his phone and forcing himself out of bed. He walked rather slowly with his eyes only half open as he threw his clothes on for the day and checked to see how many smokes he had left. There were three.

"Kai!" He heard Dalia yell as she hustled to the door for the first guests to arrive and something odd began tugging at him. Kai simply brushed it off for the time being and he pushed the doors open of his room out onto the balcony to overlook the backyard. Kai was the first to get contacted and the first to arrive a couple weeks ago when Dalia set up his new job at the near by high school along with helping her get the house ready for all the new arrivals of freaks and geeks.

Kai using one hand to open up his pack and his lips pulled out one of his cigarettes while his free hand lit the lighter and the end up his cigarette letting the sensation of burning tobacco and menthol rush into mouth and lungs instantly making Kai feel amazing and relaxed. He stood out there enjoying his freshly lit cigarette until it just barely reach the start of the filter while he ignored the feeling that kept pulling at him.

The butt of the cigarette got tossed into the ashtray and Kai escaped back into his room and out to the hallway and into the bathroom to relieve himself like any normal human being, brush his teeth, run a comb through his hair and put it in a bun, wash his face, and spray some cologne when he heard voices get ushered into the house and Dalia screamed for him yet again, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Kai laughed and rolled his eyes as he descended the stairs and called back to his new den mother, "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" He came into the dinning room and the sight of hair that burned red light beautiful perfect flames caused him to stop instantly in his tracks as that feeling he'd been ignoring grew even more and suppressed memories clawed their way trying to make him remember one of the worst days of his life. The life he swore to protect. The life that had been ripped away from him. They were right there standing before him and he couldn't even remember their name.

He tried to step forward but his legs grew weak and his eyes changed as his powers forced him to remember the girl. Forced him to remember everything he wanted to forget. Everything that made him cry as a small boy at night because he failed. He failed her and here she was perfectly fine. Kai fell to his knees as his eyes returned to normal and the memories faded away and all he could manage to say was one word. One name. "Ashleigh..."

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Character Portrait: Clover Blake Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett
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As the girls patiently waited on the porch, a male came into their presence with a simple "Hey." Clover dawned a cheery smile, brushing loose hairs from her face. "Hi. I'm Clover." The male didn't seem too much like the talking type, so instead of trying to coax anything from him she simply waited patiently to enter the home.

Imogen really didn't say anything, but she wouldn't of had much of a chance to either way when a darker figure caught her attention. She pivoted slightly to take in the full view of the male as he made his way up to the porch and directly towards her. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." Imogen couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't seen Joaquin in the better part of a decade but there he was. His flirtatious smirk caused a grin to grace her lips as he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. "And you are no longer un petit garรงon."

Clover stood in a sort of daze the second the dark haired man joined the group upon the porch. "...Jack?" She didn't have to look upon his face to know it was him. Between the tug in her gut and the raven locks, she knew instantly. She had no words and could barely move. Her hand's grip upon her knapsack slipped and her bag fell to the floor when he turned to look upon her. "Il peut't รชtre" Joaquin took a step towards her, bringing his hands to cup her face. Once he touched her, and she knew it wasn't a dream or some figment of her imagination, the tears flooded her eyes. "My little Clover?"

Joaquin began to cry as she did, before pulling Clover into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands grasping at the fabric of his blazer. "I thought I lost you forever." When he said that a shaky laugh slipped from her lips to be slightly muffled by his chest. It wasn't a funny or teasing laugh, but one of happiness. She had thought the same thing, that she lost her 'brother' forever. But here he was. Clover looks up at him smiling happily. "You got tall."

Imogen watched the happy exchange between Joaquin and Clover. A sadness began to tug at her. She was happy for them, but it only reminded her of whom she had lost so long ago. At least until she heard, "Imogen!" There he was. "Oh la vache!! Corbett!!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, embracing him tightly. Imogen then pulled away slightly to look upon him, cupping his face in her hands. "It is you." After a moment, her smile faded and her right hand slapped him across the face. "Where in the hell did you go!? I went back to St. Augustine's 2 years ago and you weren't there!!... What did you do?!"

Before Imogen could get an answer, the door opened to reveal a cute little brunette woman who wasted no time in pulling her into a hug. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." The woman said smiling towards Imogen. "Merci." When Dalia moved towards Clover, she let go of Joaquin to hug the woman happily. But once the embrace was over, she moved back over to him, hooking her arm in his. She wouldn't say it but she felt like if she didn't hold onto him, she'd lose him again. After Dalia talked towards some of the others, she then addressed them all, "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around."

Clover and Imogen grabbed their bags and proceeded to follow Dalia inside. Clover stuck to Joaquin like glue, too happy to speak but didn't want to release his hand. Where as Imogen gave speculative glares towards Corbett. No doubt he got himself into trouble after she left, but he couldn't even stay in the same place so she could find him? Typical. The girls dropped their bags in their rooms, before heading back downstairs and taking a seat around the dinning table. "We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." Dalia then went over to the stairs to shout up, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Imogen's gaze tended to shift over to Joaquin probably more than it should as she sat at the table. But eventually it was drawn towards a voice shouting at the top of the stairs. "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" She chuckled a more cold laugh. Imogen didn't know who was speaking but perfection has some big shoes to fill. When the male came into view, his gaze set upon the red head at the table. The sight caused him to crumble and say the girl's name. No doubt, this was going to be an emotional day.


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The constant stream of people was overwhelming, Greyson could feel her stomach twisting. They all walked past her like a weed in the grass, not that she expected any different. Everyone else seemed to have groomed themselves immaculately, prepared to make a positive first impressions, she seemed like a vagabond in comparison. Heavy air filled her lungs, smoke twisting in the air above her. Gently french words floated from the porch ahead, catching her ear. The dark tall man had a heavy French accent, as well did the blonde he embraced. Had these people been in Europe all this time while she was forced to live in the land of Prep?

Her confusing feelings of happiness were subdued by frustration. How did all these people have connections and she did not? She could blame her dysfunctional parents, who dragged her away from Dimoni community before she even had a chance to find her other half, and when the Dimoni most needed to be united. Greyson reached for another cigarette when she heard her name called out. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling.โ€ Dalia called from the door.

Her movement was jilted, but she carefully put her cigarette back into the pack. While everyone else followed suit, Greysonโ€™s eyes were glued to the back of the brown haired boys head, whoโ€™s name she had no idea but she knew he was going to be everything to her. She picked up her bags on her way into the house, lagging behind everyone else. It seemed like most attention was on the two other girls, it wasnโ€™t like Greyson to be jealous but she couldnโ€™t comprehend what was happening. Was this house just another world where she didnโ€™t belong?

She left her bags and herself at the fringe of the group, she thought the room was spinning - but really she was the one rotating the room. Her steps kept her gingerly on the outside of the group, until she found herself beside the brown haired boy. Her body was moving without her own knowledge, a delicate hand reached out. She thought she was only going to tap his shoulder, but instead her hand just rested there. There was an immediate electricity that ran up the length of her arm. There was a surge of power from within her, the twisting feeling in her gut made the darkness within her grow. Naturally she felt the compulsion to panic, but she felt oddly calm when she looked up at the boy.

โ€Hey,โ€ She said, unable to to articulate herself further.

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Character Portrait: Clover Blake Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett
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After hearing Dalia squeal again, she turned her head towards a group of teenagers, just like her, entering the house now and being given somewhat of a grand tour by the lady that said her name was Dalia. She turned her head back and stared down at the plate before her as she grabbed her fork and took small bites from her breakfast. Ashleigh's ears twitched when she heard a male say her name. She turned slightly in her seat and smiled as she recognized him a little. His name tugged at the corner of her lips as she got up and walked towards him, giving him a small hug.

"Ollie." She released him and reviewed her eyes over him while patting his shoulder. "Uhm, you look the same, honestly." She remarked as others started to fill in the dining hall and she felt somewhat connected to all of them in one small way or another. Her eyes looked at all of them as she smiled and nodded her head in a greeting manner before looking past Ollie and seeing him. The him that had saved her life some years ago. The him that she had been sketching for quite some time now. The him that she felt closer to more than anyone.

When Kai spoke her name, she looked at him and rushed over towards him, kneeling down beside him, cuffing his face within her hands and locking her gaze with his. "Kai..." She spoke softly while examining over him. "Is it really you?" The energy in the room grew intensively it had seemed like as Dalia was sitting at the table, looking at the duo with a soft smile and tear filled eyes. Ashleigh stood up, sobbing softly as she even helped Kai up to his feet. Ashleigh reached her hand into his and felt a slight shock and knew that it really was Kai and that she wasn't dreaming. Maybe that was even the big pull she felt earlier.

"You know, puberty really did you well." She snickered a little with a wink while releasing his hand and waltzing over to the kitchen table, where everyone else was sitting even Dalia, looking at every single one of them. "Look at all of you, darlings. So great to see you all together again." Dalia remarked just as Ashleigh sat down and patted the spot next to her, with a soft smile, for Kai to sit. The aura in the room grew more and more intense as they all sat around the table now.

Ashleigh wondered why they were all gathered there but she didn't want to be the one to ask and seem rude - Especially with Kai there. She just picked up a piece of bacon took a small bite out of it then looked at everyone else. "I say, we introduce each other, yeah?" Ashleigh finally spoke up as she reached her hand towards the adult in the room. "You should go first." She said as Dalia chuckled nervously and nodded. "Okay. Uhm, I'm Dalia Morrison and I am your foster parent. Well, new foster parent. I am widowed, too. If that matters. And yourself, sweetheart?" Dalia responded back to Ashleigh as she introduced herself. "I'm Ashleigh McGowan and this is my fifth or sixth foster home." Dalia nodded her head while looking at Ashleigh then looked at Kai. "Well, I am happy to have you. Next." Dalia softly said while waiting for everyone to introduce themselves.