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Mariette Le'Rouge

"There was faith, which is childish; trust, which is vain; and illusion, which is dangerous."

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a character in “Bitten: The Rivals”, as played by Miss Nomer

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"I've gone by many, but this is the original."
Mariette Bianca Le'Rouge

Nickname
"I suppose this depends on who's inquiring."
Over her years, Mariette has gone by various aliases, but she prefers Mariette, though she'll answer to any name, so long as she considers the person calling her worth listening to.

Age
"You can't expect a lady to answer that question, can you?"
Although she holds the appearance of a woman around twenty-five, Mariette is over a century old, coming in at about 125 years old.

Race
"I can show you, if you like."
Mariette is a vampire- and a relatively powerful one at that.

Powers
"It's not very clever to lay down one's cards like that."
Other than the normal Vampiric abilities of accelerated regeneration, and her gift of Immortality, Mariette has the ability to absorb the properties, for a limited period of time, of nonliving materials. She can touch a diamond and have nearly invulnerable skin, or touch rubber and be able to limit the effects of electric shocks on herself. Other than this, she is Cryokinetic- able to control ice. The rareness of having two abilities is what allows her to, despite being younger than several of her coven members, still keep a grip on her spot at the top- for now.

Sexuality
"Curious, aren't you?"
Pansexual






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Likes
Control || Hot Tea || Knowledge || Challenges || Sarcasm || Obedience || Wit || Winning || Sex || Dim Lighting || The Cello || Heights || Adaptation || Marksmanship || Fencing || Pasta || Loyalty || Fast Cars || Dark Clothing || Usefulness || Chases || Respect || Instrumental Music || Experimentation || Chess || Confidence || Ice Cream || Dark Lipstick || Cigarettes || Backup Plans || Debate || Constructive Input || Intelligence || Security

Dislikes
Foolishness || God Complexes || Luck || Religion || Helplessness || Being Outsmarted || Those who can't grow || Dubstep || Television || People Threatening Her Sister || Werewolves || Ignorance || Cold Drinks || Bubblegum || Summer Rain || Dogs || Unworthy Opponents || Satisfaction || Being Woken Up || Romance Novels || Uncertainty || Failing || Betrayal || Discourteous Behavior || Sluggishness || Excuses || Clumsiness


Fears
Passivity - Mariette has seen immortals who distanced themselves so much from the world that they became hardly alive, seeming to do naught but watch others, collecting dust. The concept of resorting to such a thing herself is quite terrifying for Mariette, though it may not seem horrifying to others.
Losing Her Sister - In all honesty, there are times where Mariette acts as though her sister is just another member of the coven. In actuality, though, Genevieve is all that she has left of her human life, and she would slaughter anyone who touches a hair on the girl's head. She's been doing this for the past century.
Being Helpless - There is a reason for Mariette constantly pushing herself to be stronger, or for her keeping such a tight grip on her place of power, and it has everything to do with a fear for the alternative to being in control. She doesn't like the feeling of being dependent on others, or having to watch atrocities and being unable to do anything about them. She'll do quite a lot to avoid it.


Dreams
Mariette doesn't often come across as the sort of person who thinks much about the far future, too focused on keeping everything together in the present. That being said, everything she's done up until now has been moving towards a dream of living without any sense of fear. She believes control and power to be the way to achieve this dream. Most other things are an after thought or a temporary distraction. She's not horribly sentimental, really.


Secrets
Viewing it as a circumstance of vulnerability in herself, Mariette doesn't talk about the way in which she was changed to a vampire- which happened after she was kidnapped, assaulted, and nearly killed. They thought they had killed her, anyway. She also keeps secret the affection she feels for her sister, not wanting people to use her only remaining family as a tool against her, and hurt Genevieve in the process. Mariette also hides the fact that she has a contingency plan for every member of her coven, because that might be considered a step too far in the ways of not trusting them completely. The amount of people she has killed is also kept tightly under wraps, because it is a sizable amount that she, for all her cynicism, is hardly proud of. She doesn't trust other people because she knows that she's got a good deal of blood on her own hands.






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Mariette has been around for long enough to witness quite a bit of death, betrayal, and atrocities. She's got quite a bit of red on her own ledger, in fact, though no one knows exactly how much, whether the rumors are exaggerated or downplaying, except for the girl herself. Over a century of vampirism and immortality has taught her that the world is hardly a pretty place, though it can be very beautiful. Still, for all of the beautiful scenes, she perceives there to be three more terrible ones. Basically, Mariette is something of a cynic, and therefore always seems to be skeptic of any good to come her way. She very rarely trusts people, but she keeps those whom she does trust at arm's reach at all times. It can be hard to tell when she has let someone in, or decided to trust them, because she doesn't always make it obvious. Those who know her, however, might notice a slightly more relaxed air, or a less controlled manner. Still, very few can boast of her trust, and most all of them are within her coven. Just as she distrusts people, the girl doesn't trust anything that seems to. . .good, or perfect. If there aren't consequences, she is immediately on her guard, rather than lulled into a sense of security. The world doesn't just hand out gifts, as far as she's concerned. This perhaps is why she is a firm believer that there is no such thing as luck- only skill and timing. She sees luck as something for people who are willing to accept silly reasons for their misfortunes or successes, not for someone like herself. Anything she achieves can be explained through sweat, blood, and intelligence. Anything she fails at is just as easily understood through moments not on her guard, or poor timing, or not quite being at that level.

As far as that goes, Mariette does not believe in forces outside of people and nature. She is a humanist, so to speak, believing that things come from people, not from some deity in the sky. It suits her to not believe in a god, because she would certainly not be walking to heaven if such a thing existed. Regardless of this, she holds people accountable for both their wins and losses, not the whims of some greater force. While this means that she almost always acknowledges when someone has done something praiseworthy, it also leads to an expectation that people take full responsibility for their actions. She simply doesn't have time for those who would try and excuse away their own incompetence- and that includes herself. If she fails once, the girl follows up by practicing it fifty times. She expects more of herself than from her peers, her coven, and thus works herself to be bone at times- not that one would guess it, because she likes to keep her own training on the down low, for it gives the image of vulnerability that she simply cannot tolerate from herself. She's seen enough people persecuted for meaningless reasons to allow enough vulnerability from herself to make it seem as though she can be used as a target. To those outside her coven, and even some within it, the girl is a steel wall with an edge of sarcasm, but hardly flesh and blood. And that's exactly how she likes it, and is what she works to maintain- even if it means working when everyone is asleep. She's never been big on sleeping, anyway.

If her expression is one of steel, melding only at her command, then her tongue is diamond- capable of cutting through almost anything. The girl was a bit snarky when she was human, but years have given her a tongue like a knife, and one that she is certainly unafraid of using. Mariette is a sarcastic sort of person, to the point where she seems to never speak with complete frankness, restricting herself almost entirely to sarcasm. She finds it difficult to get along with those who don't use, or at least understand, sarcasm, viewing them as either dull or suspicious. She, thus, prefers those with whom she can go back and forth, conveying her meaning without every saying a genuine word. She's got the wit to keep up with such banter, and has spoken with some of the sharpest minds of the past century through her travels. She's been humbled before masters of irony and sarcasm, and has grown better for it. Basically, one must be confident in their ability to go back and forth if they want to engage her in a decent conversation. That being said, those who can equal or best her are that much closer to gaining her favor. She values wit and the ability to think on one's feet above all else. The girl isn't against flirting, given these things- it is the perfect situation in which to stretch a slightly less hostile wit, after all, and is an excellent way of getting a feel for those around her. In fact, she can be quite flirtatious at times- usually when she's trying to accomplish something, or perhaps relieve stress.

A recurring theme with Mariette is her fear of being vulnerable or helpless. She's the 'once bitten, always shy' sort of person, and after a few incidents when she was human, ultimately leading up to her involuntarily becoming a vampire, she has been avoiding any situations in which she might be at the mercy of others like the plague. This fear has made her somewhat controlling, though it doesn't quite reach the line of control freak. She likes to know whats going on around her at all times, and hasn't been a fan of surprises in a very long time, even in the case of very good ones. The girl doesn't necessarily track people, or freak out if one of her coven members stray a bit from a task, but she is not merciful towards people who betray her, or those who exhibit frequent disobedience. It is something up with which she shall not put. The woman seems to have information on everyone in her coven, and while she likes to have people think that this is because she's all-knowing, it's more of a 'put a lot of time into researching every vampire who sets foot in the city' sort of thing. Knowledge is power, and she's trying to gain enough power to use as security. She likely has a contingency plan for everyone that she has ever encountered for extended periods of time. Maybe she's a little bit paranoid- the girl prefers to call it careful.

Mariette has ways of keeping people in check outside of brute force, which she honestly tends to overlook in favor of more subtle tactics. While she lacks her sister's power of manipulation, the girl is still quite good at making people do what she wants without the supernatural ability. It's not nearly as failproof, and she's hardly kept everyone in line with it, but she has an understanding of human nature, at least the darker parts of it, that allows her to nudge at people's fears and desires just enough to ensure that they will remain loyal to her. That's all she wants, really- to feel safe in the knowledge that she is not going to be stabbed in the back by her own peers. Everything she does is for this feeling of safety, though it continues to elude her. Point is, she's got a way with words and body language that can keep people, especially those who don't realize she's doing it, drifting towards her own goals for them. She's clever about it, of course. She's got a decent mind for strategy, after all, developed primarily through experience.

Cynical || Distrusting || Humanist || Skeptic || Hardworking || Guarded || Sarcastic || Witty || Flirtatious || Controlling || Paranoid || Manipulative || Cunning






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Place of Origin
Along with her siblings and father, Mariette was born and raised in Lyon, France, during the late 1800s/Early 1900s.

History: Two-three paragraphs minimum, please. Your character's life up until now, but keep to high points. Reading the life of a 100 year old vampire or witch might be a bit much, I mean... I love to read but that's just too much reading for just their history. So what I'm trying to say is to be a bit picky with what you choose to write down in that case.






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Bottom of the River || Delta Rae
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down
A long way down

If you get sleep or if you get none
The cock’s gonna call in the morning baby
Check the cupboard for your daddy’s gun
Red sun rises like an early warning

The Lord’s gonna come for your firstborn son
His hair’s on fire and his heart is burning
So go to the river where the water runs
Wash him deep where the tides are turning

And if you fall, if you fall

Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down
A long way down

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
Drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger
Drive your son like a railroad spike
Into the water, let it pull him under

Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive
The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder
Let that fever make the water rise
And let the river run dry

And I said hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down
A long way down
Guillotine || YADi
Lay down your swords, lay down your pistols
Call off your dogs, show no resistance
You'll fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen
You'll fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

Raise up your walls, tighten your blindfold
(?), hide in a foxhole
You'll fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen
You'll fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you say you love me
I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you love me
I can make you love me

Lay down your swords, lay down your pistols
I'll hit your heart from any distance
You fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen
You fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you say you love me
I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you love me

Envy and I, darkness and light
Gods can have it all, so why can't I?
Love and desire, life after life
The gods can keep it all, if you'll be mine

And I will rise, and I will rise
And I will rise, and I will rise

I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you say you love me
I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you love me

So begins...

Mariette Le'Rouge's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Klaus Battaglia Character Portrait: Robert Liddell Character Portrait: Iris Levie Character Portrait: Juliana Ramos Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Landon Seymour
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Time: 3:00 P.M
Date: Friday, 5 December 2013
Location: Rose City and Moon Forest
What's Going On?: This is the day where the vampires are moving moving from their house in Rose City to the wolves' house in the Moon Forest. The Cacciatori is getting closer and closer to the vampires' house only to find that they are too late to capture and kill the immortals.



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For the past week, Genevieve along with the other vampires have been packing up most, if not all of their possessions. While most might be upset over the move, Ginny was a little more... open to the idea of moving in with the dogs. The young vampire packed up the last box of her belongings, all being her journals of what she has seen and experienced for the past 120 years of her life. She made sure that she had gotten every single one of them, knowing that if she left one of them especially one of her older ones it would only lead the hunters one step closer to find the coven and then that much closer to finding the pack only a few miles away from the city in some sort of "house" in the middle of the woods. To be completely honest, Ginny believed that it was going to be a shack in comparison to the coven's large gray mansion which was right at the end of the small Roman city.

The blonde put the box on the floor along with the other several boxes before picking three of them up and walking into the hallway, her small heels hitting the wooden flooring before she cleared her throat and speaking to the others. Her voice wasn't loud but it was pretty high pitched, meaning that it could be heard from almost any room in their large house if she spoke a bit louder than she was used to. "Um, guys. We have about five minutes before we should get going." Genevieve then walked down the spiral staircase to the front door. She was going to leave the boxes there and wait for everyone else but, she felt a bit obligated to go ahead of time to make sure that the wolves weren't planning anything.

She was one step out of the door with the sun shinning on her long blonde hair. Before stopping, the last time she left for the woods without telling anyone she was yelled at for about an hour about how stupid and dangerous that was. Which ended up with her having tears in her eyes, her hiding in her room watching old Disney movies, and making her sister come in to comfort her. Something, she actually really enjoyed. It was a long time since the last time her sister actually stopped acting like her leader and acted like the young girl's older sister. The young girl walked back inside and sat on one of the cardboard boxes, letting out a childish moan.

Mariette has opted to leave behind or destroy most of her things, save for what she deems to be the necessities. She didn't have an excessive amount of things to begin with, anyway, never the sort to be horribly sentimental about holding on to things, and unlikely to see the 'keeping it in case there comes a time to use it' point of view on the matter. Thus, she had a minimal amount of packing to do, which freed up her time to ensure that everything else is running smoothly. This day is, to be frank, the absolute latest that they can afford to leave their house, which they know is not quite as secret a location as it once was. On one hand, she'd like not to dwell too much on the fact. On the other, it is somewhat hard not to; the Cacciatori have been occupying more than their fair share of her thoughts ever since she found Winona dead with that statuette. She's never really been the type to feel completely at ease, or to believe that everything will work itself out. Thus, her mind had been running possibilities for the past few days. There's a reason that she was willing to negotiate an alliance with the werewolves of the area, and it has everything to do with her concern for the coven. Not that most of them can't handle themselves perfectly well- most have more experience than she in such things. Except for Genevieve, of course, but that is another problem unto itself.

One that, in fact, brings itself to mind when she looks hears a familiar moan from out in the hallway. Mariette followed the direction of the sound, finding her younger sister sitting on a sealed box, seemingly idle. "If you're bored, why not do another scope of the house for anything that might be. . .compromising?" Mariette suggested, her expression a bit cool, though at the moment, she can't help but remember when both she and Genevieve were children. It gives her a momentary lapse of normality, a shred of nostalgia that floats by before being blown away. She glanced at the large, mahogany grandfather clock in the hallway, and sees that they don't have time for such things. They should be leaving soon. In this instance, soon, of course, means now.

"Leaving in two!" She called up the stairs. Unlike Genevieve, Mariette had a slightly deeper voice- at times, it goes so far as to border on husky. If she believed that they had any significant effect on her, the woman might blame it on cigarettes. As it stands, she knew that she's always had this voice, which contrasts her sister's more feminine and soft one.

Gin watched as her sister came down the stairs. "I would but the last time I did that I got yelled at. And I really don't feel like locking myself in my room today." She said to her sister as the older sister called upstairs to the others who were probably still in their rooms if not our on the town doing only God knows what.

"Come on, then. There'll be enough to moan about when we get there," She made it sound almost like a promise, eyebrows raised down at her younger sister, the only real link to the past she has, as she's thrown out anything connecting her to the first few decades of her life.

Once Mari spoke to Ginny again, she let out one of her contagious smiles before hugging her sister from behind before resting her head on her shoulder and tilting it like a child did with their mother or father when they were curious about something. "It might not be that bad, you know. I met one of them and she isn't that bad. She just told me to watch out for this little girl... Which shouldn't be a problem seeing that I have to best bodyguard ever right here." She said with her smile still on her lips before softly kissing her sister's cheek. "Besides, who knows, maybe it'll actually be enjoyable."

When Gin first hugged Mariette, the elder girl stiffened for a moment, because in all honesty, she still wasn't completely accustomed to such things- she had spent many decades without her sister after her change. Besides, she's made a point of not making her love for her sister obvious, because god knows that the last thing she needs is her enemies singling out Gin as a way to get to her. Still, after a moment she is able to loosen slightly, and looked down at her sister, eyebrows raised with a bit of amusement allowed to slip out. "The little Carter girl? I've heard a few things myself, I'm afraid. From them, I'd suppose she'd make a better vampire than a werewolf. Hopefully she won't be trailing about while I'm trying to cement the peace negotiations with her father," the last bit is more of a thought aloud, really, for it is a genuine concern. Those with the ability to bend the minds of others have always put her a bit on edge. It was a bit unsettling when she had found that her younger sister had such an ability, but at least Gin, if no one else, she can trust. A spoiled little girl is a bit more concerning.

"Bodyguard? I can't imagine who you're speaking of," Mariette says, eyebrows still quirked up. After Gin gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, the elder sister gently pushed her away a little bit, deciding that this has been enough sentimentality for one day. Besides, they certainly must be getting a move on now. Genevieve sighed, losing her smile for a moment before returning it to her face. She knew that her sister meant well but, it still hurt whenever the eldest sister would push or pull away from Genevieve's affection.

She's not one to go purely on instinct, but Mariette was getting an increasingly bad feeling, the sort one feels when there is danger. "Come on, then! Time to go!" She called back up the stairs once more, before sideglancing at her sister.

"Oh, I doubt that. But we shall see."

Ginny smiled once more before picking up her boxes and walking out to her white car to put two of the boxes in the trunk and one in the passenger seat next to her. She started the car, letting her music start blasting as she waited to see who was going to drive with her and who was going to get there on their own.

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Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Genevieve Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Mink Forester Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov
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Time: 3:00 P.M ish - who really knows anymore?
Date: Friday, 5 December 2013
Location: Rose City and Moon Forest


“What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.” - Ulysses.

The cool air seeped through the small cracks in the dusty attic, yet they were not felt by the man hanging from a support beam, casually flipping through the pages of a novel in the dark. True, one would wonder why such an odd fellow would find comfort in a novel while darkness shrouded the area, but the again that person hadn't met a vampire before: and, if they were close enough to witness him, were probably drained at the moment.

Nevertheless, Zakhar hung from the wooden beam, his eyes scanning the pages of the newest novel he had found: The Girl with the Dragon tattoo. In sincere honesty, he was shocked at how detailed and intricate the piece of literature was. More often than not, he was starting to become bored with the modern idea of literature, in which each age group had a specific set of themes and plots. How were the young adults supposed to 'upgrade' into the adult section, if all there was to read were fantasy drama and post-apocalyptic novels? The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo surprised him with its intricacy and theme, so he was having a bit of difficulty conversing with others.

Piled beneath him were all that he owned: two duffel bags stuffed with relics and literature. Anything else that Zak owned was either stored in a safe box in the middle of the Atlantic ocean - as a sailor, he found random islands all the time - or had been burned. Sure, he would miss a few of his old belongings, but anything that had significant sentiment or knowledge was stored within his journals, which were what nearly took up an entire duffel bag themselves. Granted, the others were on said island; after all, he was somewhere around 400 years old, and he hadn't stopped writing since he could.

Back on track, and in the present: Zakhar was roughly halfway through the book before the first call was sent out by Genevieve - something about five minutes to go. Plenty of time for Zakhar to get through more of his book. Sure, it wasn't the greatest idea to leave things to the last minute, but where was the fun in being so overly prepared? Part of what made his life so exciting was that edge that was imposed upon him, the fact that no matter how prepared you may think yourself, it was nowhere nearly enough for the trials ahead. Nowadays, people wanted everything to be predictable: how could one have fun like that?

Refocused, Mariette now yelled out that they were leaving in two. Where did those three minutes go? Zakhar stopped reading to stare at the pages in confusion. How had he simply let three minutes slip through him so easily? It wasn't because he was reading, as he only got a page done. Zak mused over this problem for a little bit before coming to the realization that this musing was his problem; once that was established, he went back to reading. He could not help but allow his mind to wander slightly, pondering why he was, again, under the thumb of another. For centuries, Zakhar had been refused to be ruled: what made now any different? Zakhar tilted his head slightly, wondering what had changed, if anything. Perhaps it was simply this city: he had heard lots of mysterious and ominous tones coming from this city when he circulated the globe. Obviously, this piqued his interests enough - but was that the reason he was only the right hand man?

His thoughts, once again, were rudely interrupted by Mariette yelling about how it was time to go. An annoyed sigh escaped his lips before he could stop it, and his right hand closed the book before he dropped down. Preparing himself, Zakhar put on a pair of sunglasses and opened the half-broken window to the sunlight. As if he was an odd version of spiderman, Zakhar scuttled from the attic all the way down to the roof - while hard to describe, it was quite interesting to watch. In a few moments, Zakhar was on the roof, but he didn't stop there: nope, Zakhar moved and read like paper in the wind, drifting around objects with random precision, until he was on top of the car (Zakhar quite enjoys sitting himself in places one would find odd). While there was music playing underneath, he laid on the roof and began reading again, before speaking in the direction of Mariette, knowing her sister could hear him as well.

"Destroying the mansion would be safest. Burning would be better, but is too obvious - perhaps a storm or sledgehammer would do the trick? Hmmm." Zakhar was pensive before speaking again. "Cacciatori will find what they want regardless. Destroyed mansion will confirm we were hear and are not coming back: abandoned may confuse them." Zakhar's random speech pattern was odd, sure; but while his words were choppy, his tone and voice were always as smooth as silk. "I may stay behind, act as spy and scout. Find out what they know about us. Kill a few for fun."