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 Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:41 pm
Lisette Desjardins Enigmatic Rose||Spade||Seed of Life
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:27 pm
YOUNG GIRL Name: Lisette (“God is My Oath”) Desjardins (“From the Gardens”)
Color: #BE0039 – Enigmatic Rose
Age: 18
Nationality: French American
Home/Financial Status: Lower Middle Class; living alone in a one bedroom apartment
School: Teufel Town High School
Personality:
Lisette is a stubbornly conflicted individual… but that’s not uncommon amongst teenagers.
To those perceiving, Ms. Desjardins is an incredibly proud girl. That hubris is, perhaps, her greatest fault. Although pride certainly helps to boost her confidence, she does not take criticism well. She will boldly hold her ground on any subject, even after becoming painfully aware that she is, in fact, wrong (God forbid).
The young woman maintains ideals and moral values that many in today’s modern world would consider old-fashioned. She comes across as very formal in most situations and is incredibly spiritual. This is the main topic that brings about that aforementioned stubbornness. God is her one and only guiding force in life. Questioning her beliefs would mean potentially crumbling the rock that keeps her alive.
Lisette’s dominant qualities can, at times, become overbearing. Inefficiency gets under her skin and she will quickly step up into a leadership position if it means getting things done effectively and correctly. When she’s not taking control of projects, Lisette is really quite quiet. Her silence, however, is not brought on by shyness or an inability to find words to say. In fact, most of the time, she’s too busy being judgmental of whoever it is she’s speaking with. She is the straight-forward type and doesn’t like to beat around the bush about much.
These combined traits mean that Lisette often acquires the reputation of being a snob…or… you know… other, much less pleasant words… and she maintains that façade well. People tend to avoid her and she does not seek out their friendship, but it is with (what she considers) good reason.
Lisette harbors a deeply rooted fear of abandonment and would much rather push people away than deal with the pain that (from her experience) inevitably comes with being close to people. But, her reclusiveness is not entirely selfish. The girl possesses an immense amount of guilt for not having taken better care of her younger brother. This desperate feeling is made worse by the fact that she will not admit her guilt to herself. Lisette feels the need to keep herself detached. She knows that she cannot be anyone’s savior, and so believes that it would benefit others to keep them at bay, lest she hurt them as well. As a result, she can come across as quite elusive. She does her best to make sure that people have no repeat encounters with her, thus rendering them unable to form an attachment to her. Of course, coincidences (or fate, as Lisette would insist) and school can make avoiding people difficult.
It would be difficult to tell, given that solitary attitude, that beneath that rough exterior of thick, defensive walls, Lisette possesses an intrinsically compassionate and nurturing nature. Therein lays the reason she encounters people at all. If Ms. Desjardins finds someone is in need, she is compelled to assist them. Of course, repeat assistances are a rarity.
Because she refuses to potentially love someone, and thus potentially hurt herself or others, Lisette’s maternal nature is deflected towards plants. She absolutely adores gardening
and spends much of her time on the small patio connected to her apartment, nurturing whatever tiny, green sprouts she can get her hands on. She also enjoys baking, very much appreciating the precision often times required.
Although she has many childish qualities, Lisette is quite mature for her age.
As a Puella Magi, Lisette will struggle greatly with the quality of her soul. Although she will understand that Witches need to be killed, evil done for good is still evil. She was also raised to believe that supernatural abilities do not come from God, but from a much darker force. She will deal with this inner turmoil by understanding that, as we are all sinners, this is her life's burden to bear; the great challenge that God has given her to contend with. Regardless, she will not take making her contract lightly.
Appearance:
Lisette is a classic beauty by society’s standards, making her “antiquated,” modest nature even more of an anomaly. She is 5’7” and relatively petite, with gentle curves. She has long, wavy, brown hair that shows touches of red in direct sunlight. Her large eyes are framed by thick, dark eyelashes. She prides herself on her ability to pull off bright, red lipstick, but rarely bothers to apply make-up at all. Her back and arms are dotted with moles, inherited from her mother’s side, which she dislikes greatly, the one, small, dark dot under her right eye being the sole exception. Lisette is also quite fair-skinned, especially for living in California; her grandmother died of melanoma, so she works hard to keep her skin protected from the sun.
History:
Catherine and Cesaire Desjardins met in France while Catherine was studying abroad. It was love at first sight for the two youngsters and they decided to get married right away. They had a large, Catholic wedding (as Catherine’s family was devoutly Catholic) and even flew her family in from the states. Catherine transferred to a university in France and finished her last year of college there while Cesaire, then a National Sales Manager in the beauty industry, climbed through the ranks of his company.
Three years later, when the two found out that they were expecting their first baby, Cesaire had recently been promoted to an International Sales position. Thus, the two decided it was a good time to move back to the States, wanting their daughter (and any potential future children) to be born U.S. Citizens. They chose California, where Catherine had grown up, and there started their family.
Lisette’s earliest memories are of wandering through the front of her mother’s store. Catherine, who was often lonely during her husband’s frequent business trips abroad, had decided to open a small flower shop. To Lisette, the beautiful, fragrant arrangements and silk ribbons were like an incredibly posh and upper-class jungle. When her daughter was old enough, Catherine took to homeschooling as well, to fill up more of her spare time.
Whenever Cesaire returned home from his trips, it was playtime for days. The trio would go on a plethora of family outings and Lisette would sit at her father’s feet, entranced by whatever new trinket he had brought back for her, as he told stories about his most recent adventures. She loved the way her parents kissed and hugged, the way her mother lit up at the mere mention of her father’s name. He was her dream and it was beautiful.
When Lisette turned seven, they found out that she would soon be a big sister. The young girl was absolutely thrilled. She helped her mother decorate the nursery. She even got to pick the theme: “Paris green” and alligators. Little Alexandre came along and life continued as normal. Dad brought back more trinkets and mom was opening up another shop a few miles away. It wasn’t long, however, until they started to realize… something wasn’t quite right with their son.
When Alexandre was still very little, he was diagnosed with autism. As he grew, tensions within the family began to grow as well. Cesaire and Catherine, though very much in love, had no foundation of friendship, no knowledge of how to handle tough circumstances together. Up to that point, their romance had been, aside from Catherine’s loneliness when her husband was away, picture-perfect and straight out of a movie. They began to fight when Cesaire was home. Cesaire started taking longer trips away.
One day, when Lisette was nine, her father came into the room where she was watching Alexandre play. Cesaire gave her a kiss on the head and tucked a small note into her hand with instructions to “make sure mommy gets this.” He told them both that he loved them very much and he left. When Catherine returned home from shopping, she was furious that her husband had left their two, small children home alone. She was in denial, unwilling to believe the note in which Cesaire had informed his wife that he would be returning to France for good. But days passed… and then weeks… and finally papers filing for divorce appeared in the mail. As realization sunk in, Catherine fell more and more into herself. Overcome by loneliness, selfishness, depression, and sadness at not being able to connect with her son, the woman became incapacitated. She was unable to care for her children.
Lisette tried fervently to be her mother’s connection to the world, but it was no use. She was too far gone. On Lisette’s eleventh birthday, a group of very kind people came and took their mother to the hospital. Lisette and Alexandre were sent to separate foster homes… and she never saw either of them again.
It was during the following six-year period that Lisette encountered the Bible. Since her mother’s side of the family had been such devout Catholics, the young girl already had a relationship with this Jesus man, the one who called the burdened and the children to him. The stories within that book seemed so magical to her; they were full of so much hope. She clung to it like a lifeline. She believed that her parents had fallen apart because they had lost touch with God. She believed that He was preparing her life for something greater. This stage of life was merely a test… something she had to survive to get to the next thing, the important thing.
The young girl went through three fosters families in six years. She was kind and polite (minus the occasional, unavoidable, hormone-induced outburst). The main complaint that each set of foster parents had was that she was “too detached.” They felt that there was “no way to connect with her.” She was sent to doctors, tested for autism (among other things), and declared “a quiet girl by nature… perhaps a bit traumatized by recent events.” They said it would pass. Lisette remained quiet, polite, and detached.
When she was sixteen, Lisette received a letter in the mail, saying that her paternal grandmother had died of melanoma and had left her part of the estate. Cesaire and Catherine had taught Lisette frugality at a young age, and she had managed to save nearly every penny that she had ever earned (from birthday cards and chores, primarily). It was a sign. She began to work part-time at a small bakery near her home. By the time she was nearing her eighteenth birthday, she had enough to rent a small (very small) apartment for herself. She had made arrangements with a land lord in a nearby place called Teufel Town.
On her eighteenth birthday, Lisette packed up her things, left a kind note, politely thanking her foster parents for the past three years of care, went and collected her grandmother’s money, and headed towards her new home.
Family:
Cesaire Desjardins (47) – Lisette’s father was a gentle, albeit opinionated man with a short temper. He was not around much, as his career had him flying all over the world. She still carries a small box of trinkets that he brought back to her, although she tends to keep it hidden, generally buried in the very bottom of her sock drawer. She feels hurt by her father, but has more questions than anger at this point in her life. It has been nine years since she last saw him.
Catherine Desjardins (43) – Lisette’s mother was a kind and nurturing soul. The girl undoubtedly gets her maternal nature from Catherine, but she doesn’t realize it. Although there are memories of baking sugar cookies and planting window boxes, the primary memories that Lisette holds of her mother are of the days of depression leading up to her hospitalization. Lisette no longer resents her mother, but cannot help the sting of pain that strikes her chest whenever she hears the name “Catherine.” It has been seven years since she last saw her.
Alexandre Desjardins (11) – Lisette’s autistic younger brother. She prefers not to speak about him, unable to handle the guilt she feels towards him in a healthy way. She isn’t sure where he is or how he’s doing. It has been seven years since she last saw him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:30 pm
PUELLA MAGI Language: Latin
Desires: To find truth. To know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she is on the right path in life.
Emblem: Seed of Life
Weapon: Spade. Since she’s always working with plants, it’s really just an amazingly convenient tool. The staff of her spade is capable of extending so that it can be used as a long-range weapon as well, similar to a bo-staff.
Type of Magic: Nature provides Lisette with guiding signs. She is able to “communicate” with plants. They do not speak to her with words, but through either an inexplicable emotion that wells within her chest, or physical shape; she can interpret the arrangement of leaves and petals or the curve of a stem, much like reading tea leaves. Like any sign, the messages are often vague and in need of interpretation, but it’s enough of a clue to give Lisette courage and strength. On the downside, the girl must speak out loud for the vegetation to understand her, so she can look a little crazy. The plants must also be living to be able to communicate with her. As a result, she quite dislikes dried or picked flowers as she is uncommonly and uncomfortably aware of how dead they are.
Outfit: Preferably a dress of some sort; maybe something modeled after/an updated version of 50’s fashion. Something fashionable and not risqué, but perhaps a bit contrary to the modest, “antiquated” nature that she strives fervently to uphold.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 11:54 am
Just a quick note, a girl's eyes are the same color as the color you pick! So they wouldn't be blue-green, instead being that lovely shade of red you picked out c:
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 12:12 pm
x3 Nyer~
I most definitely read that.
Just got too caught up in the writing. xD
Thanks. <3
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