My name is Adeline Eclaire Rousseau
But they call me Rue, Claire
Last I checked I was Female
I’ve been alive for 23 years
I prefer The company of all, but I am generally the sight of males.
I am 5' 10" tall
I weigh 110 pounds
I come from Germany
I am a Informant/Double Agent
I side with Whichever I feel is better momentarily. Primarily the Resistance.
I am skilled with twin daggers, hidden in the sides. Fine, throwing needles that are hidden in various parts of my clothing and hair. As well as a revolver, which I never carry.
It all started when I was born. To a French Aristocrat, and a German solider. When times were good, and life was divine. They lived peacefully in Germany at the start of my life. A cuddly little home that was perfect for raising a family with two sons, and a new daughter. The boys were quite sophisticated from all the travel they did with their mother.
Taking quite delicate care of my, my brother did, as I made it through my toddler years. Mother was often back and forth, while my brothers cared for me from my cradle, and father was often away on long trips.
It was how I came to know the world. I was only eight, when mother took us to France, saying that Daddy would return when he could, but that we needed to go to France now, to be safe from bad things that were coming. It was the war. It was unescapable no matter where we were, but at the time, my mother had no notion of that. She knew that it was essential to get out of Germany, and into the France countryside where there was no threat of German occupation. At least not yet.
We were safe for a year or two. Until the draft called. My eldest brother left me. I was ten. My younger brother would console me. Tell me Heindrick was with Papa, and that he would be safe. And as a silly child, I believe him desperately. Heindrick was the big and strong brother. He was just like Papa. Surely they'd both be ok.
Sickness took my mother that year. Took her into some delirium that not even out maids could handle. We had one or two. nothing like what we'd had in Germany, but a few. Despite the attention given to Mamman at all times, she was lost. And my young brother, Odolf, and I set off into the streets of Paris. We could not get caught. We had to live to find Papa.
It was in that night, the occupation occurred. We raced to find some place to stay, and remain safe, but there was no place for us, who were half german, and half french. No one wanted the children and family of Nazi soldiers in their homes, less they were ravaged worse. And then tehy found us. The soldiers of germany. Those who thought us common french people and knew nothing more of us.
The night burns vividly still in my mind. The running through the alley way. The pair of soldiers that beat my brother bloody before my very eyes, as another held me back. ONe of the pair took out a gun, put it to my brother's head, and I lost my Odolf. I was then taken as some kind of prisoner, back to an encampment. The soldiers still camped in the countryside, even after they'd stormed the streets and left them aflame that night.
I remember telling them in french and german, that I was looking for my Papa, and my brother Heindrick, but they paid me no heed. telling me that I was a fine piece of french merchandise. They doubted my bloodlines. Said it was impossible for me to have any relations to those two men, who had told everyone their family had died. Even as I begged, and pleaded, I was lost to their bodies. To their size. to the many men that used me in that night.
I blamed the French. For not housing my brother and myself when we needed help. I blamed the germans, for treating me as an animal in their camp. A child should never experience the torment that occurred while I was there. Day after Day, month after month. Forced to serve at the commands of the german soldiers, who had moved into houses in Paris.
It wasn't until i saw my brother, when he called upon me, that I was saved. that I was taken from the pigs that called themselves soldiers. he took me to his residence, and made sure that I was cared for. Not by any foreign people to me, but a wife he introduced me to. She was a petit young woman, with a heart shaped face, and good intentions.
She healed me, and made sure I was safe in the presence of the soldiers when they entered her house. She explained to me that it was her domain. her place to keep form teh rest of the world. And I believed her. Ivanka. The lovely savior my brother had married.
But even then, I knew I was not welcome to say forever. And it was true when my brother came home one night with other men, forcing questions form me, as if i knew where my mother had hidden things. As if they could use me for my french skills, when my brother clearly lacked them. And that was the night I escaped. Taking some money from Ivanka, and the clothing I had acquired over the few years of living in my brother.
Now I serve myself. I am a pawn in the constant struggle between the French and the germans as they occupy the towns. I know information of plans for both, and despise both the same. It is my nature to help the french destroy the germans who so terribly hurt me, even though they locked their doors to me. Yet I do not always deny the small secrets of the French to the germans.
~Stellaluna Skywind~
