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Luisa Dubois

"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."

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a character in “The Gilded”, as played by supertoastgirl

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"I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough."
~ Anonymous




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FULL NAME
Luisa Redding Dubois

NICKNAMES
Red, most common
Lulu, as an annoyance

DATE OF BIRTH:
February 8th

AGE
Twenty-three

OCCUPATION
Gilded

GENDER
Female

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

DIALOGUE COLOR
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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Luisa has a slender figure and is taller than average. She stands at a confident 5'7, which only grows with the heels she wears. Her skin is a gentle olive tone, creamy and smooth. Aside from the subtle collection of freckles that only come out in the sun, Red's skin is as clear as a sunny day. Her bone structure is sharp and unusual, but her brown baby doe eyes and plump lips add a sense of warmth to her features.

Her long brunette hair is usually parted down the middle or up out of her face, complimenting her bone structure. Luisa's sense of fashion is fairly modest, keeping most of the designs she wears feminine and simple. She enjoys dressing up and being clad in diamonds, but she knows the time and place for such extravagance. All in all, Luisa tried to minimize the materials around her so that her natural beauty might shine through and impress.

PERSONALITY
Luisa feigns the tough girl facade, hence the nickname Red. She truly has the confidence of an heiress and the will of an alpha male, but her heart can't help but bleed for romance and compassion. Red is always yearning for something, and has never been content with herself or her surroundings. Sometimes she wants more, sometimes she wants less. She's fickle and frustrating, brilliantly hard to please, but worth the trouble. Once the her walls have been torn down, Red has a fiery way about being loyal, caring, and true.

Red always has an outstretched hand, ready to grab the next set of eyes or ears. She loves attention and being wanted, but struggles to come to terms with herself. Regardless of her Gilded status, she has never seen herself as an independent, living, breathing human. She wants desperately to be accepted, and perhaps find true love someday. Years of her life being dedicated to beauty and companionship has turned her inner motivations sour. Red is somewhat known for her promiscuity, but this behavior is an addicted result of being unsatisfied with her current role. Luisa, despite her hard candy exterior, has simple dreams of becoming a mother and having a lovely husband.

Luisa has tried to stay in contact with her father, but he has snipped off all connection. Before being selected to be a Gilded Luisa was part of a very tight knit, and religious faction. She was young, but she had all of the right suitors and was bound to be married by seventeen. She was goodly, well versed, and most importantly pure. Now, with the reputation she has accursed, the rumors from above have flown down and isolated her from her former life.

Belonging, and finding her niche is all the Luisa really wants. She doesn't particularly like the life she's living as a Gilded, but she doesn't have much choice in the matter. So, she moves forward, afraid of being thrown out of the Gilded and being forever alone, yet afraid to continue her pampered life in utter loneliness.


LIKES
Affection. Luisa will soak up any type of attention that is given to her, but she feels especially warm and complete when she is given affection.
Reading. Luisa likes to keep up appearances, but in her own time she will read for hours. She consumes historical information like a vacuum, finding immense interest in the subject. She also finds solace in fantasy novels, knowing that she can always escape to another world.
Comfort. Luisa can come off as cold somethings, but one of the things she loves most is cuddling, luxurious comforters, and wearing anything warm.
Classical music. During her childhood all her father would play in the house was old recordings of concert pianists and opera. Now she has a particular fondness for these arts.
Gardening. A little dirt never hurt anybody. Red was raised to be self sufficient and doing laborious work reminds her that she's a powerful being. Gardening is the most Gilded acceptable version of hard work, but Luisa likes it all the same.

DISLIKES
Unchanging personalities. Luisa once believed that people need to change in order to grow. People who remain the same, especially in an ignorant way, bother her to bits.
Arguing. Granted there is always a time and place for a good argument or debate, but unnecessary contention is something Red avoids.
Surprises. Red would like to think that she is impulsive and fun-loving, but she always has a little plan mapped out in her head. Surprises just don't mix well with her inner schedule.
Wool. Luisa has distinct memories of being bundled up in smelly, itchy wool jackets as a child.
Sexism. Despite Luisa's upbringing, she has a powerful distaste for any man who thinks he's better than her solely because she's a woman.

FEARS
Being alone. Luisa has been crushed by her father's excommunication of her, and she fears that the worst is yet to come.
Drowning. Red was never taught how to swim. She will wade in water, but she will never dare go past her chest in it.
Permanently infertile. Luisa was raised very traditionally and systematically. She feels that having children is a duty and an honor. The inability to of motherhood would crush Luisa.
Beetles.Forget spiders, if Red sees a beetle creeping around she's out of there.





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BIOGRAPHY
Luisa Dubois was born to the lowly Clara and Daryl. They lived in a small community that emphasized honesty, self-sufficiency, neighborliness, and purity. They called themselves the Thriskeía Clan. Their beliefs were built on an ancient religion, and their fables that were once written in a book but were now passed down aurally. Luisa's parents were not unlike their peers, they married young and bore their first child within two years of being together. Clara and Daryl had a loving relationship, and considering their fundamental differences they were remarkably patient with one another. Luisa was only five when her mother disappeared. Rumors still circulate about Clara's demise, but her body was found three weeks later. No one really knows what happened, but people still talk about it like it was the event of the century.

Growing up without a mother was difficult for Luisa, but the support of her faction truly proves that it takes a village to raise a child. An older woman named Fawn took on the role of Luisa's maternal influence. Fawn served as the Wiseman for their little faction, which was an unusual role for a woman to have. It was through Fawn that Luisa received her nickname Red, learned how to garden, and was cultivated to become a well educated, and pleasant wife. Fawn was and will always be Red's example of a strong independent woman.

Through the prophecies of the Wiseman of Thriskeía, each girl is revealed their fated mate on their fifteenth birthday and they marry two years later on their seventeenth birthday. Luisa was promised to Charlie McKennan, who was just a few years older than her and had a heart made out of pure gold. Through time old traditions they were bond together by fate. They would go through two years of immersion training before being married. There was no such things as divorce in their faction, so these two years were vital to the happiness of their people. When Luisa was taken to become a Gilded, she and Charlie were in the final stages of their training. Physical contact and pre-marital consummation. It was, indeed, extremely important that each pair of individuals in Thriskeía were not only emotionally compatible but also physically.

When Luisa was sixteen she was plucked from her small community to become a Gilded. Years later, Luisa still stays in contact with Charlie. Their relationship, regardless of distance and difference, has virtually remained the same. Charlie, unable to be fated with another Thriskeía girl, is still waiting for Luisa's release. Though they hardly touch on the sensitive subject anymore, Luisa still believes that Charlie should leave Thriskeía to create a new life where he will get the opportunity to marry someone else.











MISCELLANEOUS
Having a deep love for wild animals, Red owns a Fennec Fox. The perfect combination of cat and dog. Her name is Taluu.

Important Relationships:
Daryl Dubois - Alive, no communication
Clara Dubois - Deceased
Fawn Raddison - Alive, little communication
Charlie McKennan- Alive, regular communication


FC: Crystal Reed


So begins...

Luisa Dubois's Story

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Character Portrait: Silas Buchanan Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Laurence Perry Character Portrait: Magnolia T. Krane Character Portrait: Edmund P. Gray Character Portrait: Rosemary Eleanor Darcy Character Portrait: Priscilla Johnson Character Portrait: Alanus McCloud Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin Character Portrait: Canan Character Portrait: Xena Dawn Character Portrait: Aris Lincoln Character Portrait: Quartz M. Jones

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The problem with having the wealth and power that he did meant that it often fell on Silas to host his peers and their over-the-top demands when it came time for holidays or any other celebration. One such holiday had always been welcoming in the new year in the dead of winter. Temperatures in Arcadia never reached above forty degrees in the winter, and a thin sheet of snow coated everything.

A unforgiving wind whipped through the streets that day, driving most Patricians into the cover of their automobiles to reach whatever party they would be attending. Silas's was only for the cream of the crop, of course. A man in his position could not afford to invite those who didn't belong there. Despite that, his home seemed packed to the brim. The manor stood on the edge of Arcadia, in the same place his mentor had begun its construction so many years ago. And now, here it was - a looming, multi-story thing of near-palatial quality.

It was Harvey who had requested the layout that, frankly, had no place among the most modern pieces of architecture. It seemed to glow in the moonlight, the white of the building reflecting the light like a beacon. A courtyard in the center stretched the length of the mansion, but it had been covered for the comfort of the party-goers.

It was in the courtyard that Silas stood now, engaged in a conversation with far too many people at once. Like most of the conversations that night, it involved talk about the recent protests that had sprung up in smaller, less significant cities across The Republic earlier that day. That was the problem with mass media, he found - news spread far too quickly. He hadn't even had time to be briefed before the concerned phone calls came into his secretary and the more influential Patricians appeared at his doorstep.

"It's outrageous, I say," blubbered a woman to his right. She was a journalist, he recalled, one of the first who had appeared on his doorstep that morning. "The gall of some...frankly, I don't see what they plan to accomplish." She turned quickly, facing Silas with a hungry look in her eyes. "What do you make of it?"

Societal change slips under our noses, suddenly integrates itself into life.

He had been watching Canan from a slight distance, having let her wander off among the flowers in the garden. Once upon a time, that could have - would have - been him. He had been so young then, but here he stood, a changed man. He could hardly imagine a life without the Gilded.

It was ironic that despite all of his schooling, he had seemed to forget one of the earliest lessons he had learned as a child, that there was an ugly side to the Gilded that the media, the endless commercials and promotions didn't show. He could hardly remember a time without the looming presence of the Gilded.

"We...owe it to the people of The Republic to let them speak for themselves," he began, his hand tightening for a moment on his tumbler of some drink he had long forgotten about. "But we will ensure their civil liberties do not infringe upon those of other citizens." He gestured about the circle, his hand almost hesitating as he gestured past a few of the Gilded that stood by their respective Patricians.

He looked to the journalist now, and she gave a slow nod, already pounding his words into her sleek cellular device with her thumb. They would be across the nation in just minutes. An urge struck him, and he downed the rest of his drink before excusing himself and walking towards the bar, seeking something else to calm newly frazzled nerves.

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois

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Luisa was used to be primped and tucked. After all, she was representing one of the most sought after celebrities in Arcadia. Tonight Luisa was adorned with dark colored diamonds and a sweeping purple gown. The piece was of a simple design,hanging elegantly on her curves, but it was made of fine threaded silk. The material was iridescent, changing with each catch of light, and just sheer enough for the golden itching on Luisa's body to be adored. On her feet were a pair of delicate black heels with pointed toes. Her make up was that of a young girl, just enough to accentuate her natural beauty but not enough to cover it with colorful smears.

Unlike many of the Gilded Luisa had met over the years, she was rather mature and knowing. In her previous life she was treated like an adult the moment she could speak. The old traditions of Thriskeía primed Luisa for a full-time life as a contributing member of society and well as being a mother. She was expected to have a natural grasp of adult concepts an be fully matured by the time she was seventeen. Thus, her level of independence was higher than most Gilded in Arcadia. Luisa was well beyond her years, which was both and challenge and a blessing for her Patrician, Aris. Luisa found no shame in being an intelligent, sophisticated, and independent Gilded. Deep down she knew that she was ultimately a slave to Aris and Arcadia, but she made up for this devastating fact by presenting herself as an independent being.

Her golden brown eyes scanned over the faces that littered Silas' courtyard. The Doyen himself stood with Xena Dawn, who Luisa knew very little about, and Edmund Gray, who was also an illusive figure. In the distance was Aris, getting the attention he needed. Across the way were some familiar faces with scattered names, but none of which seemed interesting enough for Luisa to go out of her way for.

Luisa spied a reporter but turned before making any eye contact. Normally, Luisa wouldn't have a problem making a statement about the protests. Being a Gilded was, in her experience, something pleasant. She was lucky enough to be treated well by Aristotle, and to get nearly everything she desired. They fought often, but they had never reached a height of disagreement that was extraordinarily violent or abusive.

However, Luisa didn't want to speak to the press tonight because of Charlie, her ex-fiance. It was silly for Luisa to think about being married at seventeen now that she was older, but her commitment to Charlie as a dear friend was still the same as the day she was taken to Arcadia. Against her wishes, Charlie was amongst the protestors. In fact, seeing as he literally could no remarry in Thriskeía, Charlie had made civil rights for the Gilded his life work. It was not well known that Luisa was betrothed to someone before becoming a Gilded, but she didn't want to make the situation between them any worse by making a statement.

She proceeded to keep a sharp eye on the party, sipping on a martini. It was then that she noticed something new and exciting. A young woman and a Gilded who was dressed in a suit made entirely of gold. After a few exchanges they parted ways, the woman conversed with elites while the Gilded gathered their refreshments. Luisa, near enough to take just a couple of steps toward him, noticed the Gilded watching his Patrician with deep admiration. A spark of jealously made Luisa's eye twitch. What if she was never going to experience what he was experiencing ever again? Letting out a soft sigh Luisa set her emptied martini on a wandering waiter's tray.

Regaining her confidence, Luisa interrupted his thought by looking at his Patrician and stating "She is beautiful." Luisa turned her head to look at the other Gilded. "You're new," she tilted her head,"My name is Luisa."

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois Character Portrait: Meredith Joplin

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Ren watched as the woman fawned over Meredith's gown.

"She is beautiful." The voice startled him out of his focus. Beside him had appeared a woman, another Gilded, with dark hair and a coy tilt to her head. "You're new," she said. "My name is Luisa."

"She is, isn't she? I'm Ren," he replied. "Is it that obvious? You must come to a lot of these then." He took a long sip of his punch, forgetting the alcohol content for a second. His face scrunched up before he fixed it into a friendly smile. "So tell me, Luisa," he said, pulling her name out half a second longer. "Should I trust the water, or is it just straight vodka?"

The crowd ebbed and flowed until Meredith was out of his direct line of sight, but he clamped down on the lump of anxiety that arose in his throat. His heart rate accelerated, but there was nothing he could do about that besides breathing steadily. Here was a chance to branch out beyond the apartment building, and Ren wasn't going to waste it by worrying about being ten feet from Meredith or saying the wrong thing.

"Any advice for a newcomer?" he asked, his voice turning up and a playful grin on his face. "I wouldn't want to screw anything up."

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois

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Luisa shook her head just enough for the man, Ren, to notice. "No, not obvious," she stated with utter confidence, "just new." Implying that it was not his attitude or behavior that made him a target, but rather that she had never seen him before. His patrician must be something up and coming, and specializing in some kind of fine art. That's generally how it worked for Silas' events; Those who were grounded in medicine, politics, and business were always invited. While those who were actors, designers, musicians, and so forth rotated into different social circles. Whoever was popular at the time was usually invited, sometimes even unknown individuals with great potential made it into Silas' parties. Luisa wondered where his Patrician was on the scale.

"Should I trust the water, or is it just straight vodka?" At this, Luisa laughed.The bubbling joy that ensued in her chuckle felt foreign to Luisa. It wasn't that she was without laughter in her life, seeing as she was constantly giggling at Aris' children, but she hadn't had an honest exchange from a joke in a long time. "You should be okay," she said lightly in response. As a waitress pranced near Luisa casually lifted her hand, the woman quickly approached and offered Luisa her usual martini. Luisa took the tall glass into her hand and gracefully lifted it to her lips. It was then that Luisa gave Ren a good look over. She had been so focused on the actual interaction that she failed to even notice what he looked like, but now she noticed his sandy brown hair and playful chocolate colored eyes. He reminded her vaguely of a boy she had grown up with, but not enough to merit worth mentioning.

When he asked his next question Luisa subtly flipped some of her dark hair back with a toothy grin. "Oh," she said, lingering on the word. "You're doing well so far." Though he wasn't the one to initial their conversation, it was important that he make some sort of relationship with the Gilded, as well as other Patricians.

"As much as you may not like it, you're going to have to let her roam," Luisa said, knowing that many Gilded grew anxious without their Patricians. "Especially if she's trying to find social capital, or do business... Or whatever it is that Patricians do at these things." she last remark was fluid and playful. Luisa smiled at Ren before ending her statement.

"You must learn to admire from afar." Luisa obviously didn't know the relationship he had with his Patrician, but she knew hard it could be to get all the attention you needed at home then be completely abandoned at a party. Luisa took another long sip of her martini, letting the alcohol seep into her system. She drank socially, which was regularly enough for her to have a decent tolerance of it, resulting in very few drunken stupors.

Sometimes it was hard to find common ground with other Gilded. Their backgrounds were so diverse that connecting on past experiences was uncommon. Their friendships usually spouted from feeling for each other's pain or from living for the wealth. Luisa wasn't keen on either of those things so she went with the former. It was strange to reminisce about the past with an unknown personality, but the way that they both were tugged away from their previous lives was enough to be curious.

"So," she mused for a moment, "where are you from?"

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Character Portrait: Ren Truscott Character Portrait: Luisa Dubois

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It would be a great understatement to say that Ren didn't get out much. Approximately 99 percent of his human contact came from Meredith. Most days, he didn't particularly mind that, but it was still nice to hear someone new laugh with him. He'd worried that he wouldn't make a good impression on these people from the second Meredith told him about the invitation. He couldn't help glancing her way, every few seconds getting a passing glimpse of that blonde hair or that shimmering gown, but the crowd still kept her almost completely obscured from him.

Luisa's smile settled over him warmly. "You're doing well so far," she assured him. Logically, he knew she was right about letting Meredith go. It would never stop him from worrying, but she should be allowed to make business connections without him getting underfoot. They spent every single day together; one night spent 20 feet apart wasn't going to whisk her away from him forever.

"I guess she's finding clients," he said. "Wowing people with her designs and such. She's really quite talented, if I say so myself." Even he could hear the pride in his voice. "Afar. That's the hard part," he replied as he watched Luisa sip her martini. Ren took a pull from his own drink just as she asked where he was from.

His mind flashed to dirt roads and small, old-fashioned houses before he pulled himself back to the present. "It's this little city," he began with a wistful smile, "about 100 or so miles from here. Resurrection, it's called. Really tiny, actually. The nearest hospital was 20 miles away. What about you?" he asked, the need to deflect from his excess information rising in his throat. "Where are you from?"