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Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette

"I'd rather be painting."

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a character in “April 1912”, as played by uniquest

Description

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XXX THIS MOMENT WILL BE JUST ANOTHER STORY MAYBE NOT TODAY, BUT SOMEDAY IT WILL AND I'LL BE WAITING UNTIL IT ALL ENFOLDS XXX

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FULL NAME
YVETTE VAN DER WOODSEN
(Иветт ван дер Вудсен)


ALIAS
EVIE , YVES , MISS WOODSEN


BIRTH DATE
5TH MAY 1890 ; 22 Y.O


ZODIAC SIGN
TAURUS
known for being reliable, practical, ambitious and sensual, the people born under the zodiac sign taurus have an eye for beauty


ORIGIN
EAST SLAVIC 43/100 , GERMANIC 8/25 , CENTRAL EUROPEAN 3/20


SEXUALITY
SAPIOSEXUAL {attraction to intelligence}
HETEROSEXUAL {attraction to the opposite sex}


ECONOMIC CLASS
FIRST CLASS


OCCUPATION
STARVING ARTIST


MARTIAL STATUS
ENGAGED TO A FIRST-CLASS MAN BY THE NAME OF CALVIN DUBROVSKY.

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APPEARANCE
explain ..

BODY SHAPE:
NEAT HOURGLASS ; the hourglass figure is round and curvy, with well- defined waistline, fuller hips and bust and generous thighs.

MEASUREMENTS:
34-23-35 in or 87-58-89 cm

WEIGHT
55kg or 121lbs

HEIGHT
5 ft 7¾ in or 172cm

SHOE / FEET
US 7.5 ; EU 38 ; UK 5

DRESS SIZE
US 4 ; 34 EU

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XXX SILENCE IS A GIRL'S LOUDEST CRY, WHEN ALL YOU NEED IS SOMEONE TO NOTICE YOU. XXX

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LIKES

159; the numbers represent Yvette's intelligence quotient. No one would expect a young woman, like Yvette, would ever range in the cognitive designation marked genius. However, she had her fair share of schooling. Or perhaps it is the novels she continuously has her nose stuck in. Yvette has always been quite the fan of the Charlotte Brontë classics, such as Jane Eyre, Shirley, and Villette ; the Edgar Allan Poe short stories are always read during long baths. TBA

DISLIKES

TBA
Look at her from the outside, and all you see is her beauty. But, ask her how she feels, and she'll respond with the words: tired. lost. afraid. Yvette has spent her whole life playing the part of a beautiful little fool. That's the best thing a girl can be in this world, and it is this reason why Yvette Van Der Woodsen has come hate to compliments. Everyone's a critic; everyone is always expecting her to be perfect -"you see that girl over there? that's nobel prize winner for best actress, yvette van der woodsen. ain't she a doll?", "keep your chin up and shoulders back, yvette!", "such beauty she is." - ENOUGH! All Evie wants is for someone to ask her, "how was your day?" That 's all she ever wanted. She never liked the consistent pampering, the luxury, being told what to do, and how to act. She'd shatter every mirror in her household if necessary only to get rid of what she hates most perfection. TBA

TALENTS

ACTING ;
SKETCHING ;
GRACEFUL
PERSISTENT ;


WEAKNESSES

BINGE DRINKER ;
UNFORGIVING ;

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PERSONALITY
+benevolent , +passionate , +independent, +dauntless , +gallant , +romantic, +wise
-stubborn , -rebellious , -unpredictable, -fiery
Yvette has a very strong will, her heart is kind and very giving no matter who the person is. She sometimes can be hard headed and can be cold but thats what makes her unique ..
TBA

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HISTORY
I saw my whole life as if I had already lived it. An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed.

the torturous first-class life

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PORTRAYED BY :
uniquest

TIME ZONE :
Pacific Time[PT].

HOW OFTEN DO I POST? :
Often enough.

ANYTHING ELSE? :
Yvette's fiancé faceclaim is harvey newton-haydon.

So begins...

Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor
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Date: Wednesday, 10 April 1912. xxxLocation: Southampton, England. xxx
Arrival Time: 9:30 a.m xxx Time of Departure: 11:30 a.m. xxxWeather: Brisk winds northwest at 15-20 mph; 50°C




"Aye, batte'n down the hatches will ya'?"

"Are my eyes deceiv'n me, or am I seein' this ship's ready to land?"

"Eeeeh, boy!"

"I'm needin' help to pull this lever."

"Ready to land, Captain!"


A slow, crooked smile had spread across Captain Smith's face resembling that of much content. The great ocean liner had took approximately three years to construct, engineered to be the largest and most luxurious steam ship in the world. Its very first voyage would truly be something worth remembering; articles about the ship were thus written, claiming it to be a marvel of modern engineering. Both men, women, and children alike came fleeing from their homeland to get a glimpse of the monstrous beauty that dared hinge itself onto the British port as if it was the only thing that withheld dominance. The passengers to board the luxury ocean liner were nonetheless grateful. Many had lifted their chins up in prestige because not only were they able to gain enough money to enter, but they were the first to do so. Street market sells boomed significantly, men were getting their beard groomed quickly as their wives pimped their children for the long journey; brushing off any specks from the petticoats of young girls, and straightening their son's woolen jacket.

And, it all happened in a speck of time. Everyone clustering, like ants. It wasn't later until the ship's plank board was lowered had everyone began pushing and shoving for a leading spot up the ramp.

"You want first-class passengers to board first, Captain?" One of the ship's crew member approached him. It was no surprise that even the most wealthiest aristocats were given better treatment. To Captain Smith the first-class were 'walking money', they would surely help spread the word, and perhaps bring in even more fortune. "Yes," Smith assured, "let the first-class board first."

And, off the worker went to announce the news to the people who waited impatiently. "Listen up," he had to shout over the uproar, "so, far we have at least two thousand two hundred and twenty eight thousand of you. I want first-class passengers to board first, then second, and lastly third. I want this to be done in an orderly fashion. We will set off in approximately two hours."

At that the commotion grew much louder, people kissed their loved one's a farewell. It was a moment of ecstasy, all for the ship that deemed as virtually unsinkable, the Titanic was truly a phenomenon.



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Mood: Observant xxx Outfit:herexxx Theme song: N.A. xxx





'Two hours, two hours, two hours ..'

Arthur McGhee felt the perspiration beginning to form at his temple, like thousands of tiny crystals scattered about his ivory skin. He wiped at it with the back of his hand as he chewed at his lower lip, it was a habit he had possessed since it was his conceitedness that got him stuck in the game of Cheat at the British port pub.

He remembered his words, a mockery as he smirked at the dunderheed that had just sent another man walking with loss. 'Ah bet yer ass I can win you at a game of cards. Aw or nothin', lad.' But, nevertheless it was those very words that had got him a pound short out of his pocket. If only he'd kept his mouth shut.

"You give'n up yet?" Arthur looked up from his stack of cards to the burly man who sat before him, the way his crusted lips curled back in amusement every moment he saw the poor Scott's exasperation.

He kept his answer short. "No." He concentrated on his next play.

He put down an ace, and at that, the man guffawed something bitter and awful that made Arthur fight the urge to hurl.

"You aren't gonna win, mate." Arthur ignored him as he put down a two.

Then, a four; six, eight, and before you know it he's all out of cards. Checkmate.

Arthur looked up at the man's now gawked expression, and smirked. "Mibbe ah jus did."

The guy was infuriated now as he looked at the cards, to Arthur, to the cards, then back up at Arthur. "Bullshit," he spat out a wad of tobacco juice out of the side of his mouth.

The man was nothing but muscle and tattoo compared to Arthur. However, as he said that Arthur couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed, and laughed until his sides were cramping; until the man grabbed at his white button down, and heaved him up from his chair. "I want a rematch". He demanded, spit freckling across Arthur's face.

"Not how it works." The man pushed Arthur against a wall; hard. Others began to move away immediately in the process at the same time the owner shouted for the two men to take their tussle outside, but he was only ignored. "Listen to me, mate. I will hurt-" he was distracted by Arthur's hand moving behind his ear, thus a silver dollar had appeared between his fingers as if by magic.

"Did you not hear me? Arthur's smile widened. "Yer outta luck, lassie." He threw the coin at the man's face, causing him to loose his grip on Arthur.

"Aye!" he called out as he saw the sly Scott scoop up a few coins from their table, including a third-class ticket to board the 'White Star Line', and ran free from the pub toward the grand ship.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Schoen, Madame Jaqueline Character Portrait: Chun-Hwa Mun Character Portrait: Juliette Le Sauvage Character Portrait: Amelia V. Nelson Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Coraline Jennine Blackwood Character Portrait: Blanche Herveaux Character Portrait: Jewett, Paul Mr. Character Portrait: Stas Kelevra Character Portrait: Syllia Kelevra Character Portrait: Abia Crane Character Portrait: William Crane Character Portrait: Rosalie Essex Character Portrait: Henry R. Nelson Character Portrait: Noah Cobain Character Portrait: Miss Charlotte Whittaker Character Portrait: Domonic Drew Castell Character Portrait: Caspian Mar Grey Character Portrait: Ollie R. Gatz Character Portrait: Xavior G. Kennedy Character Portrait: Timothy P. Silver Character Portrait: Evan Tuck Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette Character Portrait: Oscar Dawson Character Portrait: Arthur McGhee Character Portrait: Ophelia Böhm Character Portrait: Daisy McGregor
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Date: Thursday, April 11th 1912. xxx Time: 10:30 am. xxx Location: the coast of Celtic Sea
Headed to: Queenstown, Ireland xxx Arrival time: 3:30 pm. xxx Weather: partly cloudy with an abundance of stratocumulus clouds. moderate breeze at 50°C N/NW




Titanic's departure from Southhampton yesterday was quite the success! Afterwards, the massive vessel sailed to Cherbourg, France to board more passengers. Nonetheless, everything seemed to be running smoothly, not a mishap identified. Its passengers are enjoying the long voyage as well. Some even managed to make friends with those within their social heiarchy, but who knows? Maybe love will parish within this grand vessel, or rivals will be made. Sometimes fate just has to be waited upon before it is allowed to make its next move.

As first class passengers began to make their way towards the Parisian Café for an early morning coffee, most second and third class passengers aimed to put on their best fitting garments to join them, passing the bouncers who are scouting for any possible intruders. Nevertheless, people are making the most of it until their final destination to Pier 60 in New York on April 17, 1912.

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Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette
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"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things such too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world."
Mood: Exhaustedxxx Outfit: Herexxx Theme Song: Herexxx Location: Parisian Café




They were exquisite; the man and his daughter as he held her onto the railing. And, thus she flew, her tawny curls were rather unruly as the wind blew them about. Nonetheless, it was a scene worth appreciated. With the canvas positioned onto her lap, Yvette began to sketch. It was something she always loved to do. Her mother; however, was rather incredulously about her daughter's talent. 'You need to put this foolish drawing business to an end, and focus on far more important things. Like, marriage.'

Marriage?

The word always left a bitter taste on Yvette's tongue as she recited them to herself. She never saw herself marrying anyone, or
wanting to for that matter. However, she knew it was recommended for a first-class lady to do so otherwise they would be a widower, and Madame Woodsen did not want that for her daughter. She forced her into a marriage with the charming Calvin Dubrovsky.

Yvette saw it coming anyway. Marry the first-class man whom every women wanted to get their claws on, the man who is doing nothing but swimming in his fortune. Mother Woodsen made sure she'd get the best for her daughter, but Yvette was convinced that she was thrown into an arbitrary marriage for the sake of the family. After her father's sudden disappearance, money became tight amongst the two. Yvette insisted on leaving to work in a mill factory, but no daughter of Miss Woodsen shall be shipped away to work in such harsh conditions. They were first-class women for goodness sake. They have the opportunity to do whatever, and wed whomever. So, it was no surprise when Yvette's mother came home announcing that she'd found a man willing to take her daughter in as his bride. Many men was flocked at the knees of the young blonde; however, this man was worth her time.

He had money. And money meant that the family had the chance to escape the debt they were in.

Yvette would rather be painting.

She worked ferociously outlining the young girl's curls that she ignored whatever it was Calvin was saying across from her until he reached across the table, and pried the drawing from her hands. Yvette sat there motionless as her hazel eyes leered at the debonair that was before her.


Calvin smiled at his fiancé in a matter that was mocking. "There. That's better. Y'know," he glanced at the art in his hands, and shrugged, "it isn't terribly bad, but I wouldn't say it's any good either."

Yvette didn't say anything. She was used to the foul judgement from her mother. However, with this one she had to bite her tongue, afraid that she just might cause a scene. She watched as Calvin dropped the unfinished work at his feet, wincing when she heard it hit the ground hard.

"My dear, fiancé," Calvin stirred at his tea, "what it is you are thinking?" Her eyes moved to her drawing. It laid there on the ground, cold, alone, and unappreciated. Still staring at it, she shook her head. "Nothing." She lied, more to herself than not.

Calvin stared at the beautiful blonde figure that sat across from him looking bored and inattentive. He longed to know what it is she was thinking, what she was feeling. But, he couldn't. Yvette is made of words that not anyone can understand; her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache, and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless. She is the prettiest song, the perfect sonnet, the most meaningful haiku, and the longest novel. And sadly, Calvin had a difficult time interpreting this novel; a mystery waiting to be solved.

So, instead he reached across the table and grabbed her hand. It was soft, and had fit perfectly in his. "Yvette." he called for her as if it was the only word he knew, and she glanced up at him not realizing the love he felt for her. "If there's anything that is bothering you, need not keep it held in."

She fought herself to smile. "Okay."

"Promise?" He brought out his pinky finger. A childish act it was for a first-class man; however, it got Yvette laughing as she intertwined her finger with his. "I promise."

"Good", he left go of her hand, and pulled out a cigar from his coat pocket, "now if you'll excuse me, I am going to discuss matters with the gents down in the smoke room." At that, he pecked her on the head, like a child before escorting himself out the room.

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Character Portrait: Crawford, Mr. Lawrence M. Character Portrait: Van Der Woodsen, Madame Yvette
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"I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
Mood: Confident ; Content xxx Outfit: Here xxx Theme Song: TBA xxx Location: Parisian Café




Lawrence Murray Crawford didn't need to sneak his way into the graces of first-class passengers. He was simply granted. His presence was nonetheless welcoming to them especially to the women who couldn't pry their eyes away from the man who carried himself with pure elegance and grandeur. He even caught a few gents peering his way with envy written on their faces. Amused, Lawrence tipped his fedora in greeting with a confident smile plastered upon his face.

The bastard he was. And he enjoyed it. Growing up, he never had the opulence infact he was once a child in third class just like the other undesirables. His father was nonetheless an abusive drunk towards his six children, including Lawrence. His mother was absent in the family. She saw her life as it was: colorless. And it was no surprise that she packed her stuff, and disappeared without notice leaving her children with a man as vile as the devil himself. As the oldest, it was Lawrence who had cared for his brothers and sisters while his father lay impaired on the sofa; it was Lawrence who had comfort them whenever his father was having raging fits most nights; and it was Lawrence who had to work many nights as a busboy because his father was too lazy to do so himself. To put it simply, Lawrence was the man of the household at a young age that is until his Father Crawford had first laid hands on him. Lawrence still remembers what he was told as if it was yesterday, "you no good piece of crap! You think you can walk through this house with your head held high, acting as if you run this place! Let me tell you this, boy, you are nothing. just like your whorish mother. And you will always be a crawford, a crawford just waiting for death to come."

With that, Lawrence left. He still regrets abandoning his siblings for the worst, but he had to do what was necessary. How else would he have gotten this successful? Although, that doesn't stop him from ever thinking about them, worrying if they were okay.

"Ah, well if it isn't Lawrence Murray Crawford," Lawrence was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard a voice call out to him. It was none other than Calvin Dubrovsky, the man who offered Lawrence a job as a business manager for Warner and Swasey. Lawrence was the least bit pleased to see him for Calvin was a man willing to flick a couple hundreds just for the hell of it. Such a fool he was nonetheless Lawrence put on his best smile. "Calvin Dubrovsky," he shook his hand, "it is always a pleasure to see a man of triumphant roaming throughout the halls of this colossal ship. How's the wife?"

Lawrence had noticed the beauty that seemed to radiate the room when he first walked in. Yvette Van Der Woodsen was the woman every man wanted underneath their bed linen, even Lawrence fantasized every moment he caught a glimpse of the picturesque blonde that sat alone at the table farthest from the crowd. The way she often took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape, the corners of her cheeks raising themselves as she smiles that jaw-dropping smile that Lawrence so loved, and her eyes, such beautiful hazel eyes, like two-little golden specks of ember.

However, she was Calvin's girl which meant she was off limits. Still as troublesome as Lawrence was, he would do what he wishes with any married women.

"Fiancé," Calvin corrected, "and, I believe we are doing all right. Anyway, I was on my way to the smoke room, mind joining?"

"No, thank you," Lawrence brushed away the invitation, "I think I'd like to stay here, and drink some tea. Maybe play someone at a game of poker."

Calvin snorted, and brought the cigar between his teeth, "You oughta know to stop joining in on those mindless games, Lawrence." He looked at Lawrence once more before patting him on the chest, "Very well, then."

Without another word, he turned on one heel and left the room until he whirled back around, "Oh, and Lawrence-" But, he was cut of as Lawrence reached into his pocket to retrieve a pack of matches, and tossed it towards Calvin in a swift movement. He managed to catch it without letting it slip through his fingertips, then smiled. "Thank you."

It wasn't until later Lawrence was left to charm a pair of attractive young women who continued to peek at him every chance they got.