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Fleur Sauvage

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent.

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a character in “Life of the Carnies”, as played by Terraformer

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"Should I outlive this anguish—and men do— I shall have only good to say of you."



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|Name|
Fleur Sauvage

|Age|
27

|Birth Date|
January, 31

|Gender|
Female

|Sexual Orientation|
Heterosexual

|Role|
Acrobat



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|Personality|
Fleur Sauvage is a woman without caution or cowardliness. Thanks to her rather unique upbringing and her ever-doting father, Leon Sauvage, Fleur learned how to live through her fear long ago. She's ever-honest, but does not enjoy cruelty nor will she ever deliberately hurt another's feelings. She tries her best to ignore her own pride in all situations, as she has always felt it was out of place. She prefers to look at the world objectively, as this allows her to focus on more important matters. She has a light sense of humor and enjoys a good laugh or two, but for the most part she is neutrally serious and can usually be seen with a straight or ever-so-slightly smiling face. Her small 5'4 frame tends to cause others to draw conclusions that she is small and ever-sweet when, in fact, she has quite the temper when the right buttons are pushed. She is never afraid to give her opinion when she feels necessary, at the same time, she never gives an opinion that isn't thoroughly scrutinized. Above all Fleur is kind and holds everyone around her to a high standard, even if they don't hold themselves to one, and does everything she can to help someone reach their full potential.

|History|
Leon Sauvage was not your normal, run-of-the-mill family man. The only things he told Fleur of her mother, was that she was beautiful, her name was Sophie, and that she died in childbirth. Fleur never truly mourned her because she never knew her, but she liked to imagine what she looked like or what she would look like now. He also mentioned that Fleur's mother never truly knew what he did, as they were knew lovers when she became pregnant. Leon was a hitman, a "cleaner", for certain criminal organizations in France, and now New York. Shortly after finding out about Fleur, he moved to the states and made a new name for himself in New York City. Despite his dangerous lifestyle, he always made sure his petite "Savage Flower" had the very best. Fleur went to the best schools and began ballet and gymnastics at a very young age. Her father thought it important that since she wouldn't be able to develop much braun, being so little, she should be as quick and flexible as possible. Of course she was also taught to defend herself and use several weapons, but Fleur loved to move her body in interesting and previously unheard of ways. As she discovered more and more of her own natural range of flexibility, she spent more time training and practicing.
She thought she had the perfect life, she adored her father who always loved her and kept her happy, but she learned the hardway what a life like theirs would cost when someone cashed in the bill. Leon had always planned and strategized many different paths they were to take if anything should happen to him, or if he were to be discovered, or both. Those plans were called into action as the police swarmed their upper east side apartment in New York. These were not average police, as they were crooked and out for revenge on Leon for killing a particularly crooked cop recently. Fleur was fortunately at ballet practice while her life fell apart not just a few blocks away. Despite being one of the best, her dear father Leon was severely outnumbered and eventually fell after a long and very explosive fight, carrying his fair share of men with him. The devestation Fleur felt at the young age of 17, no one should ever feel. She had planned to have her father for so much longer, and he was ripped from beneath her feet.
With the help of an old friend of Leon's, Fleur was able to relocate and join a ballet company after she graduated high school. For 5 years she danced, keeping her contortionist skills honed on her own time, until she was discovered by the very same police who killed her father. The was quite a battle between the crime family Leon worked for, and these police as Leon was beloved by all who knew him.
In the chaos of the fight, Fleur managed to slip away and gather whatever she could carry along with the only money she had. She bought a bus ticket to a random city and set off to work for another company, or maybe even teach. It wasn't until she stopped at a carnival in Virginia that she finally found a place to rest. To go by only a stage name an live a nomadic lifestyle? It was the perfect place to be and soon after talking to the owner, she had her own place to live and preform to her hearts content. That was 3 years ago.



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|Face Claim|
Natalie Portman

|Dialog|
DarkMagenta

|Writer|
Immayahoka

So begins...

Fleur Sauvage's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Heidi Sinclair Character Portrait: Tom Cliner Character Portrait: Frank "Samson" Hudson Character Portrait: Chad Jefferson Character Portrait: Fleur Sauvage Character Portrait: Tsuritsa Ocán Character Portrait: Talia Tzurija Character Portrait: Hayden Noel Character Portrait: Jacque Bauer
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The Psychic
Dialogue Color: #cc00ff
Location: Samantha's Tent
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It's been almost a month since the tragic passing of her dear friend, Samantha Huggins. She decided it to be best to keep how she died a secret from the others and whomever she decided to hire to take her place. Everything about this was going to be highly emotional for her, but honestly, as long as she can keep herself held up without letting the others know that there was a murderer on the loose, then she most likely would be fine. Heidi didn't want to upset her family or make them constantly worry that they might be next.

Heidi sat in Samantha's tent, starting to go through all of her things, getting it ready for the new general manager. She only talked to the man on the phone, so she hoped he was going to be well worth her time. At any time now she was awaiting his arrival. When she came across Samantha's diary, she couldn't help herself but to open it and begin reading it. Though as she was doing that, an entry caught her interest more than any of the others.

Dear Diary,
Ever since I started working at the carnival with Heidi, I couldn't help but to feel very jealous over her. She's successful, beautiful and has everything going for her. I wish I could be like that, be able to take on all of the responsibilities she has. Though I have a feeling she won't be around long enough for me to tell her.

There is a murderer in our midst and I know this because multiple times I've come into contact with them, though I was never able to see their face because they were always dressed in order to keep their identity a secret. I really hope I'm wrong about this, but I believe it might have been Heidi. Ever since we started working together, she kept seeming like she was trying to push me out of the business, so that she would have complete control over everything and anything.

I only hope she will for


And that was the end of the entry. The last entry of her life, she was killed while writing this. Heidi just knew it was true.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Heidi Sinclair Character Portrait: Tom Cliner Character Portrait: Frank "Samson" Hudson Character Portrait: Chad Jefferson Character Portrait: Fleur Sauvage Character Portrait: Avery Nicole Francis Character Portrait: Tsuritsa Ocán Character Portrait: Talia Tzurija Character Portrait: Hayden Noel Character Portrait: Jacque Bauer
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The Psychic
Dialogue Color: #cc00ff
Location: Samantha's Tent & Performance Tent
ImageHeidi sat there reading the same entry over and over again. What was it that made her think that she was the one who was trying to murder her and probably thought she was the one who murdered her when it happened. Heidi was so lost in these thoughts that she hadn't even heard anyone come in.

"Hey Miss Heidi, what are you doing?" she heard Frank's voice. At the very first word she caught herself jump from the sudden company.

In turn the female closed the book and set it back down where she found it and turned towards the man as she answered him, "I'm just cleaning out the tent so it will be ready for the new manager to stay by the end of the day," she responded before standing to her feet. "As a matter of fact, he should be here shortly. We should get to the meeting, it'll be starting soon," she added as she stood to her feet and began walking out of the tent.

This was going to be a stressful meeting, she thought to herself. Everyone is probably going to think I'm trying to replace Samantha, which was something I clearly wasn't doing. Heidi just needed a bit of help running the place and she couldn't do it alone.

With a sigh the owner stepped into the tent where the meeting was being held and sat down on the edge of the stage as she noticed that Tom had already arrived. "Do you know where the others are, Tom?" she questioned with a concerned and worried sort of tone. Usually there were a couple others at the meeting before Heidi even had time to show up. Which honestly brought more concern to herself.

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Character Portrait: Heidi Sinclair Character Portrait: Tom Cliner Character Portrait: Frank "Samson" Hudson Character Portrait: Chad Jefferson Character Portrait: Fleur Sauvage Character Portrait: Avery Nicole Francis
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Fleur stood at the ballet bar in her own little make shift studio. The large mirror in front of her reflected her annoyingly closed in quarters along with her current stretches. Her skin seemed to be made of rubber as she twisted and turned, attempting to stay loose despite how tense she wanted to feel. She was supposed to be far away from this. She was supposed to have left it with her father at his grave.
She sighed and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes tickling her cheeks. Just thinking of her father now made the tension in her muscles worse to the point of ache. Poor Samantha. Poor Papa. No one deserves such a fate.
She looked up into her own light hazel eyes and then looked into the reflection of her mirror and rolled her eyes, moaning dramatically. The reflection of her alarm clock only served to confirm her fears as she begrudgingly slipped her favorite comfy boots over her dance leggings. She didn't bother to put on a shirt over her bright pink sports bra and instead slipped on a black track jacket. She ran a brush through her long, chestnut hair and set off to the tent. She wondered idly about the new manager, this new person she'd have to understand and more than likely look up to seeing how small she was. Nevertheless, she wouldn't be distracted by his coming and shirk on her bodies needs. She had a strict stretch and rehearsal schedule that no future meetings would impede on, she would make sure of that.
She entered the tent with all of the grace of a ballerina and walked swiftly and controlled to the stage. As she passed the circle she lightly touched the strong man's back in greeting and smiled to the mechanic, winking playfully.
"Gentlemen."
Fleur walked up behind Nikki just as she was introducing herself and quickly did the same, her voice even and lightly accented.
"Fleur Sauvage, Monsiuer. Your Acrobat, Dancer, and Preformance assistant extraordinere."She winked at him and placed two kisses on each of the new managers cheeks as well as her good friend Nikki and went to sit, still lightly stretching.

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Character Portrait: Heidi Sinclair Character Portrait: Tom Cliner Character Portrait: Chad Jefferson Character Portrait: Fleur Sauvage Character Portrait: Avery Nicole Francis
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Frank "Samson" Hudson


Frank raised his hands in assurance and calm gesture as to say he will not harm her. He nodded, "It's okay....Just thought you maybe forgot the meeting." He nodded at Miss Heidi and for the first time this day he gave a smile. "Yes, we should get going". Frank watched her get herself ready, she seems very stressful, but I guess anyone will be stress at this meeting . As she was about to leave, Frank looked behind himself at the tent, making a mental note of that book she was reading. Than he walked after Miss Heidi, walking right behind her, looking like a famous woman and her bodyguard.

When they entered the tent, it seems they were not the only one who were late, except Tom. Frank gave a finger salute to Tom and was about to sit and relax when he heard the new manager screaming at someone and than came rushing inside the tent. Frank stood up and narrowed his eyes as he started scolding Heidi about everyone tardiness, He stepped next to Miss Heidi and just lightly poke that new manager, if it was more stronger he might will be breaking a rib to that guy. "Excuse me, Sir, we know it's not polite to late, but it's not Miss Heidi's fault, ok? so when everyone will come you can scold us, got it?".

Right then, others started coming in. First came Nikki, very skilled knife thrower, and her cheerful mood. A minute later, Fleur, the acrobat artist, came very elegantly. He smiled to the new girls and looked back at the new manager, "So you see? we still following the rules, we are coming to this meeting. You may be the Big Boss, but it's not giving you the right to be an asshole" . Probably it won't be too good to start being on the wrong side of the new manager, but he won't be a wall flower when someone get offended.

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Character Portrait: Heidi Sinclair Character Portrait: Tom Cliner Character Portrait: Frank "Samson" Hudson Character Portrait: Chad Jefferson Character Portrait: Fleur Sauvage Character Portrait: Avery Nicole Francis
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The Psychic
Dialogue Color: #cc00ff
Location: Performance Tent
ImageHeidi sighed and just balled her fists up as she listened to the new general manager. Ohh, she was going to definitely have a talk with him once this meeting was over. Yes, he may have been the general manager and needed to be sure everyone was on time and that everything was taken care of but he had no right to talk to her that way. Does he not realize she could take his job away from him just as quickly as she had given it? But still, the female tried her best to keep calm, wanting to keep their problems to themselves and away from the others.

"Excuse me, Sir, we know it's not polite to be late, but it's not Miss Heidi's fault, ok? So when everyone will come you can scold us, got it?" As much as she appreciated Frank for standing up for her the way he was, she knew it wouldn't have been a good idea right now.

Heidi held her breath as she watched two of the girls step into the tent. Nikki, the knife throwing expert and Fleur, the acrobat. She couldn't believe the two of them had greeted the man that way. She knew she was going to have her work cut out for her, on top of dealing with the death of her one and only best friend. Samantha and Heidi had known each other since grade school, and now she was taken away from her....

"So you see? We still follow the rules, we are coming to this meeting. You may be the Big Boss, but it's not giving you the right to be an asshole."

Heidi cleared her throat after hearing Frank's words and thought to herself, Technically, I'm the big boss, I own this place,. "Frank, thanks but I'd suggest you sit down for right now and just listen to what the man has to say," she stated in the most polite of tones she could manage. Besides, the woman had to play nice in front of everyone.

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Character Portrait: Heidi Sinclair Character Portrait: Tom Cliner Character Portrait: Frank "Samson" Hudson Character Portrait: Chad Jefferson Character Portrait: Fleur Sauvage Character Portrait: Avery Nicole Francis
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Jacque had to take a small detour to give his monkey companion some water before they sat and became insulted at the new manager. He wasn't a fan of these meetings, and Heidi knew that. He'd much rather be parading around his animals for the world to see. It's the whole reason why he was here.

Jack made a whistling noise as he and his master entered the tent. But, upon the new face, and the already aggravated atmosphere, Jack hid behind Jacque as he strode in, happily late. "Ladies.." He gave a warm smile to Fleur, Nikki, and lastly, Heidi. "and gents." He nodded to the other men in the room, then gave Tom a wave. "My Spidey sense are buzzing. Should I come back later?" He, like a jackass, smiled towards the unknown man in the room, which he could only guess was the manager.

"I'd tell you what I do around here, as I'm sure the ladies have, but I think you can guess." [/color]Jack popped his head over Jacque's shoulder, and made a hissing sound. "Ey, little man. He's alright." Jack then stopped the noise, but he still had his ears twitched back. "Well, we at least have majority here, Sir Douche." Jacque couldn't help his personality, much less his ice breaking humor.