BASICS
“I don’t see how this matters, people are people no matter what, right?”
-Nickname: With a name like ‘Fleur,’ what sort of nicknames could one possibly have applied to them? As far as things go, she doesn’t really have any nicknames thanks to her name being as it is. People have tried to give her nicknames in the past, but those attempts have been in vain, as nothing’s ever really stuck. The closest thing to a nickname Fleur has had applied to her was someone who made use of her simple middle name, ‘Ada.’
-Age: Eighteen
-Gender: Female
-Species: Genetic Experiment
-Role: Child of the Abyss
-Motivation: She lives for all life is worth right now, she knows that things are hard, and that the world has basically descended into what people consider ‘Hell,’ regardless of this though, Fleur wants to live her life with as much vigor as possible. Even if things are indeed bad, she wants to see smiles light the faces of those she regards as dear to her heart, she wants to keep them safe as she possibly can . . . she views the ‘Lost’ as being her family. And, it is they that she desires to keep safe.


APPEARANCE
“I don’t really understand . . . what does my appearance have to do with anything?”
-Eye Color: Navy Blue
-Hair Color: Violet Black
-Height: 5 ft 8 ins (173 cm)
-Weight: 125 lbs (57 cm)
-Measurements: 35-23-34 (89-58-86)
-Build: Busty and Slim
-Skin Tone: Ivory
-Body Markings: She has the numbers ‘0-7-1-3-1’ inked on her left shoulder blade from when it was that she was subjected to genetic experiments. Her body is also riddled with various scars, some simply explained, and others not so much.

MENTALITY
“Ah, I’m broken, well, that’s what they tried to tell me anyway~”
-Quirks: Fleur is, surprisingly a bit of a klutz. If she loses her focus or something catches her attention, she’s liable to lose her balance, begin to knock things over and otherwise make a clamor without meaning to.

She’s a sound sleeper, she doesn’t move in her sleep, at all. She will just conk out wherever she is, and remain there, maybe snoring and potentially drooling until she wakes up, or until someone violently forces her to rouse.

She has this tendency to half drift off into la-la land at random points in time, though she doesn’t mean to, she will sometimes be in a total daze when someone’s talking to her and will miss every bit of the conversation.

In truth, she has a surprising appetite to her . . . if she gets hungry enough, Fleur can out eat most guys.

You might not think it of her, but Fleur has taken to cooking and singing as if they were second nature to her now. She’s started acting in almost a maternal sense. . . .

-Fears:
Achluophobia – Complete Darkness
Growing up locked in a dark room, and not being able to remember it, it makes sense why a fear of it would linger within her. Being stuck in the dark makes her body remember just what sort of Hell that darkness came with soon after.
Aquaphobia – Deep Water
Simply explained; she cannot swim, so deep water scares her a fair amount. It’s not that she hasn’t tried to swim before, it’s more like she can’t. Every time she’s tried to swim, it’s ended in failure, or her about sinking to her watery doom.
Claustrophobia – Tight Spaces
Easy enough, the idea of being confined to a small space without being able to get out of her own free will is a thought that scares her.
Hemophobia – Blood That is not Her Own
Fleur can deal with seeing her own blood, because she knows that it is her that is hurt, but if someone else is bleeding; she doesn’t know how bad that person might be hurt, and the fact that they could be fatally injured scares the Hell out of her.
Necrophobia – Death and Dead Things
The notion of death sends her into a panic. Even if she doesn’t remember the happenings from her early years, she doesn’t like the idea of death or of anything or one dying.
Autophobia – Being Alone
Because of what she underwent for most of her life, isolation and such, there are things which her body remembers that her head does not, the notion of solitude isn’t something she likes, and being completely alone is enough to leave her anxious and in tears.
Batophobia – Fear of Heights
During the time she had to survive on her own, Fleur got caught up on the rooftop of a building when it was she had been chased for food. Scared and not knowing what else to do, she jumped . . . and by jumping she got herself hurt. Since this happened, heights leave her paralyzed in fear.
Iatrophobia – Fear of Doctors
Although she doesn’t consciously remember it, her body does, what was done to her for the first decade of her life . . . as such she has a completely consuming fear of doctors.
Trypanophobia – Fear of Injections
Falls under the same area as her fear of doctors . . . with experiments came needles and injections.
Tomophobia – Fear of Surgical Operations
Falls under the same area as injections and doctors again.
-Likes: Sunlight, dozing off in the sun, books, people, warmth, the color red, flowers, animals, sweets—especially cinnamon, having fun, sleeping, reading, cooking/baking, making people smile, singing, good food and having physical contact with others . . . mostly in the form of hugs.
-Dislikes: When it’s too hot out, seeing others in distress, pain, blood, thunderstorms, being alone for too long, when people fight, when things get too serious, math, silence and spicy foods.
-Hobbies: Reading, cooking, singing, sleeping, talking, etc. . . .
-Personality: A strange amalgamation of perceptiveness, intelligence and lightheartedness, she is indeed an interesting person. There are times where she may act as if she is disinterested in the happenings around her, like she is lost in her own little world, but the truth is that she is always paying attention to the world around her and is taking in every bit of it all. Times can pass over when she seems the shallow sort, that she does not care about others and their strife, only about simple things, maintaining relationships with people that only goes skin-deep. Although she does indeed socialize in a way that can keep others from feeling as if they are getting close to her, or that they are getting to see a deeper side of her, the reality is that Fleur always acts as she feels. If there is a smile on her face, and she’s playing the part of a joker, then that’s simply what one will get from her.

She likes acting like a jokester, being lighthearted and such—she finds such an approach refreshing and simplistic compared to the gravity of the world at hand. While she can be teasing, sarcastic and purposefully make bad puns and lame jokes, she knows when to stop this, when things call for a more gentle approach.

In line with her less-than-serious self, she tends to act childlike at times, moving around constantly when awake, speaking in a extremely casual manner and simply acting as if she’s always having fun. She can seem as if she is weak-willed and is lacking in intelligence due to her mannerisms, but this could be not be more opposite of the truth. Fleur has a resolute heart, and is a girl who is sure of herself. In a way, she is very odd—while having faith in herself, and her views, she also realizes that the way she sees the world is flawed and imperfect, so something she believes might be wrong in the eyes of another. But, she also will flat out tell another that their own way of seeing the world is the same, imperfect and flawed due to their humanity and limited scope of understanding. Her policy is that she’ll respect the views of another without question if they can do the same for her.

Although she can seem arrogant due the certainness she has in her own mindset and way of seeing the world, that could not be more of a lie. She is a very modest girl who views herself as being of average abilities, no better than anyone else. Human life is significant to her in all forms, everyone is important; she is above no one and below no one. In a way, she can seem as if she is solitary due to the fact that her outward self can be caught in-between her joking and her more serious side. It is true she does like being alone sometimes, but Fleur enjoys being around others a lot as well. She is an amicable girl who likes the company of people.

Going along with her strong spirit and unwavering views, she is actually a girl who is rather tough despite looking like she might be the delicate sort. Those who matter to her receive her full protection, doing so with words and force, if the need be. She is not someone who falls victim to rage or anger at all, virtually speaking—she has no berserk buttons or anything that really seems to send her into a fit. When she is defending a person even, she displays impressive sang-froid. She would rather settle a matter with words than anything else. It is odd to find a person who doesn’t seem to suffer from fury at all, even in situations that might rouse the tempers of others, Fleur can be found displaying disappointment rather than anger. Disappointment because she believes that people are capable of better, they are intelligent enough to make good choices, and to not act so terribly.
Because of how she views humanity, she is a rather accepting sort, there is little in a person she can’t overlook in order to take one as who they are. Due to this, Fleur makes for a perceptive person, as she is a good listener, capable of encouraging words and appropriate advice.

Her ways, the silliness in her coupled with her accepting ways, and protective nature toward her important people, it gives her something of a maternal sort of feel. Fleur seems motherly, to those both younger and older than she is, it seems odd in a way—she’s apt at calming people down, scolding them for inappropriate behaviors and giving comfort to those who need it. She is a source of solace for those who need it, and is more than willing to provide this for even complete strangers. Seeing people happy is what she wants, to make others smile, she wants that. . . .

Of course . . . she can be rather affectionate too, even if she can be a calm girl who seems far too perceptive for her age, her maturity has its limits. She can be prone to hugging people, and clinging onto them. There are also some rather odd quirks present in her as well, very interesting indeed. Something of a klutz, it’s not uncommon to find her banging into something/one, falling, tripping or knocking things over, yet she’s able to laugh at herself in these instances rather than become embarrassed.

Even if her heart is a strong one, there is no denying that she is actually a rather sensitive girl, although she can come off seeming as if she really is affected by the world at large due to her displaying little emotion toward things, and expressing them only in ‘disappointment,’ Fleur is a very sensitive young woman. As much of a dork as she can be, even with the smiles and the dissatisfaction she shows toward things that would anger others . . . she is someone who can fall to tears rather quickly. If she comes into hopelessness or feels as if someone she cares for is beyond her ability to aid, she will cry. She is odd, for she sheds tears for others and not for herself—she never cries for herself. Even if someone says they hate her, even someone she really likes, she does not cry. Even to pain, there are no tears; it’s only for other people that she ever succumbs to crying. But, that’s often. . . . Her heart is sensitive, she is an empathetic young woman along with perceptive, so she easily finds herself crying for others.

As sensitive, perceptive and intelligent as she is, she is also a blunt young woman who speaks her honest mind, and gives her straightforward opinions to others, even if those are words that might sting.

Even still, she is naïve and silly in regards to a lot of things, and because of this, she seems rather lighthearted compared to other people when it comes to dealing with serious stuff.

Because of her naïveté, Fleur comes to trust others very easily. She approaches others with her heart on her sleeve, a smile on her face and no doubts about them; she figures that if she knows nothing about someone, why should she be judging them? This is not to say that she doesn’t have a few shallow thoughts enter her head when it comes to people’s outward appearances, but hey, she’s only human and it’s an unfortunate aspect of human nature to judge others by appearance. Even if she still does fall victim to this, Fleur often just brushes it aside and does her best to put her faith in someone until she has a legitimate reason to not. As she is, Fleur really gets attached to people easy and comes to trust others at the drop of a hat . . . and also, she’s rather hardheaded when it comes to her opinions on people in general. When she’s formed some ideal of a person in her head, it is very hard to defer her from it. This means that if she sees a person as being good, she’ll stick to believing in this, almost indefinitely. You can barely shake her thinking like this, and it would take a near traumatic event to turn her views on a person she has deemed good. This also applies to her seeing a person in a negative view. . . .

Fleur is like many girls her age in the sense that she has a developed view of what she sees as right and wrong. Her sense of ‘justice’ is powerful and etched very deeply into her heart and mind, these ideals though, are not like her views regarding people, Fleur’s sense of what is proper and such is rather flexible. The world is not black and white, and she believes there are many shades of grey, which is part of the reason it is so hard to defer her opinions of others. . . . If an action by someone she sees as good falls into the grey area of her views, then she’ll begin to try to rationalize the act immediately by thinking about possible reasons it was carried forth. It causes her to enter a time of denial about the person, until she eventually returns to seeing them as she did before—as being good.

Even with the sorrow in her past, Fleur lives her life as a happy enough young woman, and despite her honest personality here, there is no denying the fact that she can come off as being incredibly cautious about her own self at times, there are moments where she can appear in a panic for reasons unknown.



EQUIPMENT
“Umm . . . these are my things? What else is there to say . . . ?”
-Clothing: She dresses pretty plainly, actually. She can more or less always be seen in a green uniform looking outfit, the top worn undone like a jacket with a tanktop underneath, and wedge heeled boots on her feet. Given her personality . . . you’d think she’d be dressing a lot differently, but no, Fleur actually prefers dressing rather simply since it’s easier.
-Carried Items: Nothing in particular, Fleur isn’t really one to keep things on her, she has no mementos or physical reminders of her past or anything of the sort, so she’s got nothing to carry as things are now. All she has are her memories.

-Main Weapon
•Name: Halvestasha
•Type: Leg Greaves
•Made of: Leather and Iron
•Length: 50 Centimeters
•Weight: 2 Kilograms
•Description/Info: Halvestasha is . . . pretty normal, composed of two different parts, it’s just itself. Quiet and reserved, it doesn’t speak much, not unless necessary.


COMBATIVENESS
”Fighting . . . yeah, about that. . . ."
-Natural Talents
•Talent 1: Agility and Evasiveness. Fleur is a rather quick girl; thanks to the fact that she’s actually an experiment and not a plain human, she’s fleet of foot and can move better and faster than a lot of people. Being fast and elusive are probably where she shines most as far as combat goes, she’s not exactly the most physically powerful person out there, but her speed makes up for what strength she is lacking.
•Talent 2: Instinct. Putting it simply, she’s mostly fighting by pure instinct when it comes down to it, as things are, she never had any way to train to fight . . . so, she’s gotten by on instinct and so far, that seems to have treated her pretty well.

-Skills
•Skill 1: Cryokinesis. She has the ability to freeze things—she doesn’t have control over it, but she can do it. Mostly this will only surface if she’s been thrown into a state of emotional panic, or she has no control over herself.
•Skill 2: Hand-to-Hand Combat. This is the only sort of fighting she knows, only knowing it from her time having to survive on her own for four years, and for the last two when she’s absolutely had to defend herself. . . . She’s not great at it, but as far as skills go with combat, this is honestly one of the only things she has skill in.

-Weaknesses
•Weakness 1: Unwillingness to Fight. It’s an absolute last resort for her, and even when it comes down to it, Fleur is very antsy about hurting another, even if they’ve hurt her. There is an exception to this, however. . . .
•Weakness 2: Her Temper. If she gets angered, she loses all sense and it will send her into a blind fury where she acts more like a feral animal than a human, she’ll attack without mercy and without reason. This is a weakness since she won’t even stop if she’s been injured—she’ll keep going, even if she’s bleeding out, she’ll keep going until she finally falls.



HISTORY
”My past is missing a few spots."
-Life
•Martial Status: Single
•Family: She doesn’t know her family at all, she was taken from them before she could remember.
•History: Her life is rather simply defined in all truth . . . Fleur was born an otherwise average girl, to parents who loved her. But the circumstances behind her life underwent a change for the worse when she was still, very young, and before she could remember. Her parents died, and she was forced to undergo genetic experiments from before she could even use her own voice to protest. These events should have probably traumatized her entirely, day in and day out of pain and completely inhuman things being done to her. . . . No one to console her, to show her love, or anything like that. Her parents were gone, dead, and she was otherwise alone. Merely an experiment, a subject that could be disposed of at anytime. If she died, no one would care, they could just start over. She wasn’t human, she was a number, a thing.

This is how her early years were spent, Fleur grew up as a test subject, having things done to her that should never be repeated—she was miserable, lonely and lost in despair, she never knew happiness or affection at all. All she knew was how to hate.

Just hatred, nothing more than that. Those who hurt her, who came for her, there was nothing in her but loathing for them. She wanted them dead, to die. That’s all she knew and understood at a young age. And eventually . . . she got her wish. They did die. And it was by her hand that they perished. The experiments that were done to her, the years of torture she lived through amounted to something, cryokinesis. She was ten by the point it happened, a decade had passed since her birth, and upon the time that came for her to undergo more tests, something within her snapped. Fleur couldn’t take it anymore, and ten years of hatred finally came spilling forth from her. It happened without her understanding, coming to her as naturally as breathing. The wish of their deaths came to her mind . . . and so, it happened.

When a hand reach down to touch her . . . the hand’s owner froze. In an instant, his whole body frosted over, and it threw all others in the vicinity into a panic, and even when it was they tried to restrain Fleur, anyone who touched her found themselves turned to a popsicle an instant later, touching her brought death. Her cryokinesis having developed, finally showing itself, it couldn’t be contained any longer. And unable to control it, Fleur released the extent of its power all at once; rendering the facility she’d been kept in and those inside of it encased in ice. Following this, she passed out. Upon awakening, she found herself caught in a world of ice and frozen figures. She was the only one alive. She had managed to freeze everything and one, the people she wished dead and even other people who were being subjected to experiments like herself.

. . . .she didn’t know them innocent, at this point, she didn’t know anything but hatred. She trusted no one, believed that everyone would hurt her, wanted to, that no one was good, and really, she didn’t even know what ‘good’ was. Fleur knew nothing of a normal life; she knew nothing of love, of what it was to have something of a ‘normal’ life. Hell, she didn’t even know how to read.

So, with what little she knew of the world, for the first time, Fleur took steps of her own will out of the ruined facility, toward her freedom. At the age of ten, she at last felt the wind against her skin, and the sun. . . . But the world had become Hell by this point, things had fallen into chaos, many were dead and everything that was once ‘normal’ had been abolished as the human population had fallen into a dangerous decline. Life was hard, very hard. And as she was, Fleur wasn’t equipped to handle living on her own—she didn’t know anything more than how to hate really by now. Sure, she knew how to walk, but the girl could barely even speak. . . . Her powers were entirely out of control, spinning to her will. If she wanted someone dead, then without the slightest bit of reason or thought, she would attempt to freeze him or her if she could. All this little girl knew was survival, she was feral, dangerous and acted more like an animal than many animals did.

She was a danger, a threat to anyone around her, she killed without reason, no matter the circumstances, the person, who they were. . . . Communication with her was impossible since she barely knew how to speak, and no one could come near her since she only knew pain at the closeness of others. . . . She’d freeze anyone who got too close to her. Because of this . . . Fleur came to be hunted. People chased after her, they tried to kill her because of the danger she posed. Of course, she didn’t understand this either, anyone who came after her was subjected to her powers if they got too close. . . . She hated them all—that was all she knew, and all she would know had something not changed. Nearing eleven years old, Fleur had been free of her confinement as an experiment for almost a year, and in that year she’d become nothing more than a feral scavenger.

A danger, she was a danger to everything alive, and would continue to be unless she was killed . . . or so it seemed. So, it happened. Fleur was hunted again, an effort that seemed in vain, as usual. Her cryokinesis reacted as it willed, if she desired someone dead, it would act upon that want. Yet, as it was, something was going to go a bit differently this time, and it was as she was hunted that Fleur wound up suffering a head injury of all things. She had simply been walking, unafraid, without worry about the people who were after her, when it was that part of a dilapidated building collapsed right over top of her, and she’d been too late to react to it and freeze it in place with her powers.

Cement and bricks buried her, and they left her unconscious. Yes, this was the perfect opportunity to finally end her life, to put an end to the danger she posed . . . but, against the odds, she was shown pity. She was taken in by an elderly couple who had managed to survive the Hell that was now life, they found her under the collapsed rubble shortly after Fleur had fallen unconscious. They had heard about the dangerous monster which froze any person who got too close . . . but they wouldn’t have known that the girl they found was it. So, they took her in, and tended to her head injury.

When it was that she came to . . . there wasn’t anything there anymore. The hatred that had consumed Fleur, the only thing she’d known her whole life it was gone, and the almost-eleven year old was an entirely blank slate. She was like a baby again, the head injury she suffered had entirely wiped her memory clean, she’d lost knowledge of everything she knew before. It went so far as that she couldn’t even walk. She had to be taught everything from the ground up, which really wasn’t such a bad thing since it gave her a clean start, a chance to know a life that was more than just constant pain, and hatred. The couple who raised her regarded her with love and affection. They treated her as one would a granddaughter really. Because of them, Fleur gained an identity, a grasp upon the good things in life, the beauty of it and learned how to exist without knowing just hatred. And it was because of them that she even came to have a name, Fleur wasn’t a ‘Fleur’ before they found her and took her in. She had no name, and because it was that, she lost every bit of her memory after that head injury. . . .

The couple came to assume that she an orphan who was wandering around the city, looking for food when she’d gotten hurt. Seeing that she couldn’t remember anything, not even her own name, they named her ‘Fleur Ada Lhydderch.’ Giving her their last name. Under the care of this couple, Fleur came to grow, to learn and to adjust to normalcy rather quickly. Her mind bounced from a state of near-infancy to that of a preadolescent’s rather quickly, adjusting in under a year. By the time Fleur was twelve she was acting like a child her age should—she knew happiness, laughter, she knew of emotions beyond hatred and she came to love life. The feral child she had been before was entirely gone, not a trace of her remained it seemed.

She was loved, and happy. . . . Yet, it would of course show itself again, those powers of hers. Without her wanting them too, and as naturally as breathing her cryokinesis awoke once more for many to see. And with this happening, people came to realize who this strange child was, who it was that Fleur had been before. And because of this, with people’s inability to let go of hatred for something that no long existed, she came to be hunted once more. Because it was that she knew so much more than hatred this time, because she wasn’t feral and bent on survival . . . Fleur fled away in tears. She didn’t understand it, all she knew was that people were angry with her for something she didn’t remember—she didn’t remember having ever hurting people, she didn’t know why it was she had these weird powers.

So, in her panic, she came to find the couple who’d been caring for her, scared and crying, she told them what happened. The looks that crossed their faces were indeed disturbed ones . . . but soon enough they subsided, as though they came to understand just who Fleur had been before they found her, they also came to understand that she was an entirely different girl now. What she had been before was gone. They still loved her, because the girl they knew before them was genuine. Despite her being guilty of countless deaths in the past, the couple choose to believe in the girl they had raised in the last year, and for her sake they risked themselves. They made it possible for her to get away—sending her off with their regards, and their love. Fleur came to understand that she could never again see the couple who had brought her up after she’d lost her memory.

She was on her own again, but she wasn’t like before, this time, she understood the human heart, she knew more than pain—Fleur knew how to trust. Even with her cryokinesis, she lived in a very haphazard manner, she got by, barely, having instances where she very nearly died because of her own clumsiness, or because she didn’t have the heart to do something she needed to. . . . Because she was a young and sensitive girl, Fleur had trouble killing things, or others, even if they threatened her, or hurt her. Even with pain, she couldn’t hurt another person easily . . . and it was only when she was thrown into an absolute panic that her cryokinesis would awaken. She didn’t like it, having to hurt others, but if it happened, it happened.

This was how Fleur came to live, barely getting by in the world her humanity sustained by the memory of the couple who raised her, showed her love, and who gave her a name. The coming years passed by in a blur to her . . . from age twelve to sixteen, Fleur lived day to day, barely managing an existence in the harshness of the world, only surviving others at times because of her uncontrolled powers. The years were nothing more than one big blotch for her, and things didn’t change until it was that she came to be recovered by a group called the ‘Lost.’ Lying in a pathetic state of near-death from starvation, Fleur cannot remember how it was she was found; who exactly found her or anything . . . only that she faded into unconsciousness, thinking that she was going to definitely die. By some miracle, she awoke though, having been taken in by the group.

Over the coming months, Fleur managed to return to good health from being on the brink of utter starvation thanks to them . . . and it was through these people that she came to be able to smile again too. She found herself beginning to think of these people as her family, as she came to regard them as she had the couple who’d raised her for that one year. Fleur came to understand the notion of ‘family,’ of loving others and valuing them so, and even with the world having turned to Hell, she found herself finally content in it. The Lost came to be something more precious to her than air, and as her health returned, Fleur’s personality came to develop as well. The roots of it could be found in the year she spent with the couple whom gave her, her name, but really, who she truly is has only come to form in the last two years.

The outlooks she possesses on life, on people and the world all come from her time with the Lost. The cheeriness she has within her, the good nature and the smiles all come to her because of this group she now regards as family. Even if living is hard, even if just surviving is hard . . . she’s still able to be happy, as long as these few people are safe, as long as she’s able to contribute keeping them well enough then that is enough for her. And that’s how it is she’s intended on living her life, how she’s lived her life. Her powers are still beyond her control, but they come to her when she needs them to. . . . They appear when she needs them to in a battle. And they’ve done their job of keeping her alive, and protecting the people she cherishes.

-Other: Everything was read~