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Fleur Cecille Leveque

She would slip in with shadows, surveying the room with ice blue eyes.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Coloratura

Description

"Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory." - Oscar Wilde


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Appearance:
Medium height with a slender figure that looks best by candleight,
In which her shadow seems to move independently of its own body at times.
She looks about nineteen or twenty though her age in reality is much more than that.

Her face is framed by long pale blonde hair with a loose wavy curl to it
usually falling softly down her back or shoulders.
Skin as white as a fresh corpse with high rosy cheek bones and
Her eyes are orbs of crystal blue bordered by long, ebony lashes.

Fleur is often dressed mid 1700s garb or other types of antiquated clothing but
at performances she wears modern style gowns or costumes assigned to her.
Fleur has full Rose pink lips and white teeth showing two small fangs on each side,
which seem to be able to retract further outwards as in their usual state her fangs are barely larger than a humans canines.



General information:
She is quite skilled in the arts of conversation,and charming for a blood sucking monster.
Fleur is very proud to have a beautiful soprano singing voice that was nurtured with years of training in classical music.

Voice: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCU7YyTtX4A

Fleur can charm her way out of many situations, or rather lure others in so she might feed.
Miss Leveque really never eats regular food which is probably why she has killed so many though
she will be seen drinking tea or water if at a cafe or bar.
Fleur would catch fire and burn to death if in direct sunlight
however, she can be out in the day for small amounts of time,
if she is cloaked, wearing protective eyeglasses, and carrying a parasol.
She can be out with simply a cloak and possibly eyewear if it is an overcast day.
She will become terribly sick and weak if presented with Garlic or Wolfsbane.

Fleur is a renown classical singer in france though she had to leave as people in the world of classical music
were starting to wonder why it had been so long and she never seemed to age,
She easily hides her condition if singing on a great stage although,
in person it can possibly be detected if one were to make her laugh or beam a great smile.

Fleur grows extremely weak if she has not had her fix of fresh blood in atleast a day,
often suffering from debilitating headaches and
her body will wither away and die or go comatose,
if she does not feed for more than two weeks.
Fleur would also fall ill or even die if she were to
drink the blood of a dead human or animal.

Personality

Personality:
Miss Leveque is obsessed with music and performance, to a point that would be considered unhealthy.
She pours over her music very late into her waking hours and to learn a new musical composition or aria to sing or play is the greatest joy of her life.

She goes from being a reckless romantic to a narccisstic fatalist depending on the year.
When Fleur is feeling hungry she will not hesitate to kill, human blood, ofcourse allows this vampire her unnaturally long life, which she devotes wholly to the arts.

She struggles with guilt and this causes her to lash out occasionally,
and the concept of forgiveness is something she battles with, Fleur feels that the wrongs she has and continues to perpetrate against the human race can mended as time goes by, as long as she is always presenting them with beautiful performance of music, compostion, and other works of art.
She is often somewhat vacant and unreachable, lost in her wild inner thoughts and theories on every corner of the universe.

Fleur is cunning and motivated in many tasks she pursues,
especially those pertaining to her singing,
she always wants to be better than the one before her and
often seeks out situations that put her in the spotlight,
having somewhat of an addiction to musical fame.

The celebrity status she often enjoys and the limelight upon her is how she connects with the great mass of mortals,
without being near humans physically and knowing she may harm or kill them due to her bloodlust.

Around large groups she is very calm and serene, despite being a tempest of thoughts and ideas on the inside.
She enjoys being around other Vampires and immortal beings, if not simply because she can speak with those who often creatively on her level and might possess the same amount of theories and curiosities on the creative schools of thought and many other things Fleur enjoys obsessing over.
However very few match her zeal for music that is almost religious in nature.

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Equipment

A small purse with a coin bag, a silver mirror, some Jasmine perfume.
And she is often seen with a book of sheet music.

History

Fluer Cecille Leveque was raised in the late 1700s, Living just outside of Bourdeaux France,
on the small estate of her wealthy merchant family who were determined to raise her up in the fashion that was what they deemed "Appropriée pour une jeune femme" Or fit for a young lady.
She did not go to school to learn academic subjects, rather she had many private tutors in classical singing,
etiquette of the day, conversation,proper french diction and foreign language.

She also had a teacher for ballroom and ballet dance,
along with yet another for piano and harp, which she excelled at though never more so than her vocal abilities.

Being raised a female in the late 1700s she was not taught mathematics or anything having to do with science or the natural world
but has taught herself a great deal of this information in the span of her immortality,
and is often reading and attending lectures to broaden her knowledge of the world.



She was complacently happy her life of stiff luxury and was even quite overjoyed at the prospect of an arranged marriage to a Spanish nobleman,
whom she had never met, she simply felt very lucky and honored to be bringing a title into the family.
A few months before her twentieth birthday, this wedding was to occur,
Ofcourse she had a lavish wedding gown tailored and the ceramony would take place at a large Church in Paris.

However, Fleur began to have doubts, when told that she would cease her musical training when she married.
Despite knowing she could never be a performer,
whenever the young frenchwoman went to the Opera in Paris or Bourdeax she would envision herself as the leady soprano,
singing a rueful aria through tears or soaring through notes of a coloratura passage with joy.

Someone in her life must have known this very deep secret of hers,
as she visited on the night of her wedding.
To this day Fleur has very little recollection of the incident,
only knowing that the stranger was a male
and he must have fed her his blood and
bitten her, leaving a string of pearls to cover the bites and
taken a ribbon that had kept her hair in a braid that night.
He also left a thin book of sheet music,
containing one aria composed for her soaring soprano voice,
seemingly an original, that must have been written by the intruder.

Fleur was found dead the next morning with two little wounds on the side of her pale neck.
After only a few hours of being given to the undertaker in preperation for a funeral,
her body disappeared in the night,
leaving no trace of her.

Fluer had awakened as a Vampire, and would not return home.
So, she travelled and went to live abroad in Italy to continue studying voice,
and take the stage singing at the well respected Theatro La Fenice,
after atleast fifty years the young lady went back to France...to become a famous Soprano there as well,
performing at the famous Palais Garnier or Opera de Paris.
Then, as one could infer, because Fleur did not lie low, once more putting herself in the limelight,
she had to leave again after suspicion rose against the Opera star who never seemed to age.

So begins...

Fleur Cecille Leveque's Story

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Fleur slowly stood up, kicking off the black satin heels she had been wearing and abandoning in the scorched grass at her feet. The earth was soft and still warm from the blast, giving it a consistency similar to mud, it made a slight squishing sound as she stepped forward. She smelled the air, sooty dust mingled with the smell of burning metal and flesh, Fleur grimaced at this.

High above them vultures were starting to circle, there must have been dead on the ship that crashed, she could certainly smell more than one wrecked body.
“Are you sure she does not need a tourniquet of some sort?” Fleur was fairly sure the form lying on the ground was bound for death, but it would cause no extra harm if she attempted to help the wounded person. She was sure she’d get no answer but tried anyways “Are any of those that accompanied you still alive?” She pointed to the hunk of destroyed metal “In there…?”

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Nanites in the woman's blood were already hard at work repairing the damage done to her by the crash. Wounds would visibly be closing back up, and bleeding came to a stop rather quickly with minimal pressure applied. However despite this rapid healing, the woman was out cold. Once her dark blue jacket was removed, a brown tank and hexagonal dog tags could be made out.

"E. Whitcomb"
"21-233-AHSC"

Her eyes opened a moment and she looked up to the sky, reaching up to the people surrounding her, she shook and then her arm fell back down as her body spasmed and she coughed up a bit of blood.

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"holy shit!" Draven exclaimed," Well she alive at the very least here let me wipe this blood off." Draven using a rag wiped the little blood off from this girls mouth, he paused when he saw the oddly shaped dog tags."E.Whitcomb? It looks like shes in the miltary, though I dont know what kind of enemies you would have that could take that giant battleship!" Draven sighed knowing this day got alot more complicated, having to deal with military.

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Fleur saw a rag being used to wipe away her blood but figured she might try to help a little too, she was full enough that the scent of human blood did not entice her terribly, if only for the moment. “Oh, mon cheri…” She shook her head, in an almost matronly way, which might of seemed strange thing, for the girl who only looked about twenty, to do. Fleur leaned down, picked up, and reached into the black satin clutch purse she had been carrying with her, pulling out a silky handkerchief embroidered with lilies, it smelled of rose water.
She put it to Whitcomb’s lips to wipe away some of the blood and murmured to herself, upon seeing the wounds close up “Mon dieu, she heals almost like me.” Fleur was slightly confused as to whether the woman was human or not, she certainly smelled and looked human, but perhaps with some technological enhancements not available to the general population.

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The woman opened her eyes again, batting the rag away from her face as she focused on the people surrounding her, suddenly situational awareness took hold and she quickly moved to a sitting position. "Get away from me." She managed to get out, coughing up some more blood and reaching into her cargo pant pocket and withdrawing a vial with a large needle filled with a blue liquid.

She took the syringe and she jabbed it into her chest, howling in pain for a moment as the contents were injected, and she spasmed and coughed up a blue liquid from her lungs. But suddenly her breathing became less labored as she pulled the syringe from her chest and then she discarded it.

"Much better... my strength returns." She said, looking to the people around her. "Where.. am I?"

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“Well, it used to be little valley, filled with chattering birds, and daisies. Now, it’s a crater of burnt plants metal, and possibly corpses. “ Fleur said very matter-of-factly with an arched brow and pursed lips, Fleur seemed to care more for nature and wildlife than the woman before her and she attempted to soften her words despite being quite shaken. “You seem to be feeling much better physically now. Where near Wing City, I’m sure you’re familiar with it.” Fleur glanced back at the wreckage “Any of your crew still alive in there?”

Fleur stood up looking towards the crash site and sniffing the Smokey air once more for signs of life.

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Whitcomb seemed visibly perturbed that she was so close to Wing City. "It won't be long before the Terrans or the Coalition come knocking... I need to get out of here." She said quietly to herself. Her eyes on Draven. "I'm guessing you're new here. Since an Aschen ship is pretty trademark in these parts." She said, grabbing her jacket as her wounds had largely healed up. Any survivors would be in the same situation, but so far no one had emerged from the ship.

"I'm Admiral Whitcomb, of the Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity. First thing you need to do is get us out of here, because it won't be long before Coalition or Taiyou forces show up, and they will kill everyone here."

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There was movement in the brush and then the sound of footsteps. Quite suddenly a squad sized element uncloaked about twenty meters away from the general gathering of people. A VTOL shortly followed over the carnage caused by the Reverence's emergency landing. One of the soldiers, their organization clearly marked on their right shoulder removed his PDS helmet. He looked over to Whitcomb and then back to the heavily armed squad. "Get those that can be saved medical treatment. Use nanite injectors if you must. If you are assaulted shrug it off or take cover." The squad dispersed and attempted to provide medical assistance to those not buried in the wreckage. Aaric moved in Whitcomb's direction. It turns out neither the Taiyou or the Coalition were the first on the scene.

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Fleur set her icy blue eyes back on Whitcomb “I’ve got my car just down that pathway.” She pointed down the dirt trail that led to the glen they all stood in “Should we not check for survivors on your ship first?” Fleur was definitely ready to leave and avoid further conflict but she did not want to allow anyone to perish needlessly if they could be saved. She figured Whitcomb was right about needing to get out of there right away if another aggressive military unit was going to show up, especially if they had a ship like Whitcomb had come from.

The pale Frenchwoman began to scan the sky once more, worried about another ship dive bombing the little valley. She shook some dust and debris from her pale blonde locks and looked back at the group, noticing her blind friend had been coughing “Are you alright Noten? Your violin wasn’t damaged I trust?” Fleur was definitely the type to inquire about the health of an instrument during a very dangerous situation; one could suppose she just cared more for music than the current reality.
Fleur looked over when she heard a voice, yet another newcomer was on the scene it seemed.

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The Admiral saw the initial newcomers, and had stared rather aggressively at them. "Too late... we've been tracked." She said, backing towards the access port of the downed ship. She knew there had to be more survivors, especially in the CIC and other fortified areas of the ship. Flickering lights inside also denoted the ship had power, so a fight could be had from the ship if need be. "Back off!" She demanded, backing more towards the ship, before reaching down and grabbing a disruptor rifle from a dead soldier, the weapon caked in grime and blood.

She backed up more, pointing the weapon at him before she turned to a full run into the ship itself, stumbling over wrecked support beams and wounded.

"AI Initiate Shaw Protocol article two at once!" The Admiral screamed as she moved through the darkened hallway of the downed ship.

The AI voice replied. "Please input command code."

Stopping at a terminal, the Admiral spoke. "Nebula, Three Niner Seven One One Constellation." She said. "One millicenton."

A Timer flickered on in a holographic terminal. "10:00, 09:59, 09:58" And so fourth as it counted down second by second. Rounding a corner she waited for the man to enter the ship, but her weapon was jammed, all while the shouts of wounded crew filled the halls of the ship.

"I need to get to the CIC and get ready to defend this ship until it blows."

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"WAIT!!!!!!" "You Admiral you want to Fuck with me fine, but you crossed the line, Fight me 1 on 1 if you have the balls!" Draven drew his sword again and got in his battle stance, as he gritted his teeth, and gave the out the biggest killing intent he could muster!

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“Filis de salope…” Fleur swore in French, shaking her head a the commotion around her and then dropping her body to the ground when she saw a cannon about to be shot. “Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu…” She murmured to herself before getting up once more, her hands and dress now caked in mud, but this was the absolute least of Fleur’s worries.

She figured, being a civilian, she’d cause more harm than good if she tried to help the survivors left on the aircraft. So she stood waiting near the charred base of what was once an oak tree, hoping to be able to help or get the hell out of there. Her eyes darted about the scene, watching for more explosions.

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Elisha Whitcomb managed to reach the command terminal and give the command and then Aaric lashed out with his left hand while walking forward. “Stål luft.” The air would solidify around Whitcomb as if by an invisible lasso and then drag her off the ground and in his direction unless she or someone else stopped the action. Despite the speed of the action Whitcomb would not be physically injured even if she somehow forcibly resisted the lasso. It still left her hands free to act. This meant she was welcome to level the disruptor at the Aaric as he dragged her to him. Still she would be unbalanced, in the air, and flying in his direction as if she were being picked up by a rather large pair of tongs.

Other Varden personnel were assisting, being shot at, and reviving Aschen personal in equal measure. Chaos started to surge about the field as other forces closed in on the downed Aschen ship.

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“Yes, we should go , definitely!” Fleur had simply wanted to stay down long enough to make sure the way would be clear as they attempted to exit , there was not a doubt in her mind about wanting to leave, she was a civilian after all “I hope my car hasn’t been blown up….” She muttered to herself with disdain for the troops moving in to what once a peaceful forest clearing. She looked at Noten wondering if he’d be okay hiking out again “Do you need a hand? Have you still got your cane?”
The barefoot and muddied Fleur got up from the ground once more and attempted to exit the scene, not on the crowded path but in parts of the brush that were not completely annihilated. “Heavens, how a quiet night can turn on you…”

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Draven seeing his other two companions heading off he decided that running away might be the safest option then fightng" Hey guys wait for me!" Draven rushes to join the two others.

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Despite being pulled away from the console, the Verbal command was still given, and the AI Acted accordingly even as the officer was drawn out of the ship towards the Varden. "You'll never take me alive!" She screamed, and then she bit down as hard as she could, a click sounding from her mouth, she then tried to bite down again to pop the cyanide capsule in her mouth and release the poison.

Meanwhile, in the CIC, the ship's Commander, was watching the events unfold outside. "AI, Override the Admiral's protocol, Command Override code following." He said, tapping in several commands into the console as power began to slowly restore through the ship.

"This is Commander Bentley, all hands action stations, Emergency ground side defense initiative. Damage control and engineering, get this ship flying again!" He said, grabbing his Disruptor rifle from the emergency armor locker. He then pulled on his combat armor from the emergency lockers, before going back to the CIC.

"AI, Standby for data purge." He commanded once more, before he grabbed the railing, while Aschen soldiers lined up the corridors of the ship to prepare for defense.

"Red stripes to repel boarders!" He called out racking his weapon as the ship came to life, an entire bank of Turbo-disruptor emplacements came to life, and then they swiveled to life while bearing aim at the Varden soldiers, and powering up.

"AI, Do we have weapons?" He asked, and the AI Nodded. "We've diverted power to weapons, Shields are also functional." Suddenly, behind Aaric, a wall of blue light suddenly formed, in a polygonal shape around the ship itself, trapping them near the ship.

"Open a channel to the Coalition forces..." He said, and the AI Nodded.

"Attention Coalition forces, this is the Reverence I 'Thunderous Song' We will not surrender ourselves to death or a backwater Coalition Prison, Approaching our vessel will be construed as an act of hostility-- We will defend ourselves."

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“Come then chérie” She said hurriedly to Noten grabbing his hand very lightly, as she might a child’s. And continued into the brush nearing the dark forest, it would be a longer walk to her little black car parked near the dirt trail that lead to what was once a picturesque glen filled with birdsong but she didn’t want to trek through a warzone any longer.
It had to be nearing 3 am where they were and the forest seemed to be more dimly lit with every step she took, luckily being a blood sucking monster had its advantages and she could see just fine in the darkness.

They came to a thicket of thorn bushes with plump berries hanging off them and Fleur’s gown became so caught up in the thorn she had to rip the bottom off entirely, making it a tattered thing that only came down slightly past her knees. The poor songstress was looking less refined with every passing moment.

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Fleur’s voice was becoming more and more strained as she spoke, but still somehow carried that light air about it. “Just lovely, Cherie! It’s only a few brambles. “Her calves were getting mauled by the thorns brushing now bare legs, the scent of inhuman blood mingled with the smell of the berries, decaying leaves, and pine needles that littered the forest floor.
Fleur did not unclasp her left hand from Noten’s, feeling it must be extremely difficult to traverse such a place without sight or a guide, seeing as how she, a supernatural being was having issues getting through it.

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After walking for some time, Fleur’s little cuts were already beginning to close up, due to the rapid healing of immortal beings. She found a large mossy boulder for them to sit on and plopped down upon it “That was quite a great deal more eventful of a night than I had hoped or expected.” She looked up at the sky with a hopeful half-smile “How are you feeling?” The trees completely blocked out the moonlight, like a great jade colored curtain of leaves hanging above their heads.

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“ I really am sorry, Noten” She sighed “You could have been in bed long before now, All my apologies for bringing you out here, But I can at least assure you I had no idea there was some sort of civil war going on in these parts.”
She disengaged her left hand from Noten’s and put it on her lily colored chin in thought “Wing City certainly shows no signs of any such thing.” Fleur sighed heavily “I should rather like to just return to France after a night like this.” Her voice sounded a bit defeated but she was not acting as if she had been traumatized, simply a bit shaken.