DELACROIX, colette marie

[COLETTE MARIE DELACROIX]

full name • Colette Marie Delacroix
nick names • Col, Coli
age • Twenty-two
member group • Old money millionaire
occupation • Unemployed
grade •
hometown • San Diego, California
sexuality • Straight
height • Five foot eleven
hair • Blonde
eyes • Blue
play by • Jessica Stam

likes • Chocolate pudding • Rain • Books • Television • Being so far from her parents • fast cars • men • Going on walks • shopping • sensible shoes
dislikes • High heels • make up • modeling • acting fake • short skirts • shirts with plunging neck lines • drugs • snobs
habits/quirks • Wetting lips before speaking • shaking leg when sitting • drumming her fingers
fears • The dark • heights • water • sharp objects • the unknown
dreams •
secrets • One. She is the person who anonymously donates money to the homeless shelter every week, but only as a cover up to the money that should be going toward her pursuing of a fashion career and whatnot. Her mom will notice the money for it is being used, and will not actually look into it. Good for Colette, her mother, and the hobos. Two. Is a virgin. Three. Did not go to New York to pursue a job in fashion, but to get away from her parents.
overall •

What is there to say about Colette's personality? Well, the woman is nit-picky, only liking certain things and certain people. Dating is not too important for her - seeing as she can never seem to find that perfect guy that satisfies all of what she wants in a man. Commitment issues play a big role in this as well. Nonetheless, Colette is not one easy woman to please. She takes her business very seriously(As in what she does, the blond doe snot actually owe anything - not even her own money. That comes from the folks back home). However, she is not too nasty of a person. She cares about people, but would rather not spend time with them do to the fact that once she actually knows them, she tends not to like them and would rather stay in her own fantasy world where everyone is exactly as she sees it in her head. This extends to her family as well. Mother and father may be near - but, they drive her insane. As well, she can be quite lazy from time to time.

mother • Caroline Delacroix[Nee Finch]; forty eight; ex-model
father • Henry Delacroix; seventy two; Plastic Surgeon
siblings • Lucas Delacroix; Twenty-two(twin); Law school
pets • Apollo; Cockatoo, bird
other family • Felicity Finch(Cousin); Twenty-eight; Model
overall •

The Finchs were a long line of models, a lot of the time male and female. They just seemed to be beautiful people. When they were not perfect, however(Which could be often), they were fixed by the Delacroixs, a line of plastic surgeons. So, how surprising would it be if the lines overlapped? Not very. Henry's wife died, leaving him a widower without a single child. Soon, Caroline came in for a new nose and the two took a liking to one another. When, by some weird happening, Caroline became pregnant, the two got married. She had to quit her job, now have the size of a watermelon, but the Finch's wealth from her parent's parents kept her afloat - oh, and Henry's parent's parents money. They were fabulously rich together, thanks to their families.

Lucas and Colette, beautiful young twins, were born. However, it would become obvious neither were interested in the jobs their family had a tradition of holding as they grew up. Colette never had any desire to work, and Lucas wanted to be a lawyer. Of course, Caroline was fine with her son's choice, but not with her daughter's. "It would be a waste of beauty" she would say to Colette as she dragged the child to beauty pageants and to model. Only, it made Colette's hatred of it grow. The two women of the household were never getting along, but rather at each others throats. Henry, however, was just happy to have two beautiful children and was fine with both of their choices. Caroline claimed he was "going mad with his old age", but did not like to be reminded how much older he was than she.

However, things in the Delacroix houselhold were not dealt with by screaming, but rather plotting. No wonder Lucas wanted to become a lawyer. Nonetheless, the Delacroix were always good at making others seem bad. Something in their nature. Although, they have always been gossiped about, Henry and Caroline ignored it, and told their children to as well. Surely enough, something more aweful would show up about someone else after Caroline attended a party or went out. How strange? Not really. The woman was known to have a horribly loose tongue.

Colette told her mother she was going to pursue a career in New York when she left - although, Henry knew the truth all along. Colette would live in the life of riches, not needing to work but live off of the massive fortune her family had piled up due to the recent death of her last grandparent(Not that they were not fabulously rich before that). And frankly, she would not mind if nothing ever changed. All the time she has, was great. It is spent, reading(If really bored), watching television, shopping, playing tennis, going on walks, and drinking. Those types of things.

your name • Sam.
your age • Sixteen
role playing experience • Four years plus
how you found us • Caution
role play sample •
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Everyone seemed a bit fearful of something. For Nala, Augustus, and their son, August, it was fear that Pandora's sanity may have been slipping through their fingers. On the boat she just sat there, staring down on her hands which rested perfectly in her lap. The voyage was not too bad of one, all things considering. The family, with the exclusion of their adopted daughter, still worshipped the gods since they had nor wealth or power as peasants. The trip to Troy seemed like a far fetched idea for them, but it was needed. Augustus had been entrusted by his employer to watch over the goods they were sending to the walled nation. What a lovely trip for the family, he had thought. The trip to Delphi had not seemed nearly as fun, and August, his son, was due to have been leaving the family soon, but had been holding on primarily for his sister.

Pandora was helped off of the boat was it docked, and found that it felt strange not to have the ground moving underneath her feet anymore, but still felt as though she was swaying. August chuckled, seeing his sister's expression, and threw a glance back at their parents. "They're going to be busy, Sister. I have always wanted to see Troy!" Of course, he had to drag his sister into the city, knowing full well she would have stayed planted there by their parents had he not. To him, the city was full of wonderful things. The grand walls were just simply breathtaking. To her, they felt like a confinement. Inside, the people seemed lively to him. To her, they all looked sickly and pale. Their views of the worlds were so very different. The male ran along happily, taking in the sights, his sister following behind, her brown eyes glued on the ground.

Only, she stopped when a doll was flung in front of her path. Kneeling down she picked up the toy, entranced by it. It could remind any woman of their youth - when things were careless and free. Glancing up, Pandora saw a little girl, who looked pale and coughed into her small hand. The older woman slowly handed the toy back to the ill child. Suddenly, everything was silent, but only in her own head. The jar. It did this. Not her. Pandora's eyes feel back to the ground once the doll had been taken from her own hand. Standing slowly, the noise of the busy city came back. August. He had been lost. Now she stood alone, more terrified than ever. That child. A child for goodness sake! She felt like she herself was going to be ill as she clamped her eyes shut, fighting back tears. Women were not supposed to cry in public. Not grown ones. Nineteen, though, could that be considered adult? Girls got married younger.

No one noticed Pandora, though. They walked on by as the woman had images flash behind her closed eyelids of what that loathsome jar had shown her. Lifting her head and opening those brown eyes, she walked as bravely as she could manage. She looked stiff and hesitant. "August?" Her voice was over powered by the crowds though. Her feet stopped moving when she saw the burnt ruins of what had once been a temple a good ways away. It was so different in Delphi. There, the temple had been full of people with hope. A kind woman had spoken to her there. There were no kind faces in Troy. Just pale ones who seemed more interested in their work. In Delphi, the people were more healthy. Her plagues did not affect them? No, she reminded herself, they were not her's. They were the jars. Yet, the guilt weighed heavily and the images were still as vivid in her mind as they had been when she first witnessed them, when they drove her to hysterics.

This was not Delphi. The people were sick and going to die. She felt responsible, but staring at what once had been a temple would never help. Nothing would help now. She had been a victim to fate, as they all would. Eventually every mortal would die. She just feared the moment she would have to step on that boat. Would Pandora be seen as the reason so many died? Shivering, she ran far from the temple, hardly looking to where she was going. The woman just needed to be away from it. The blasted thing made her think too much. Now, farther into the town and far from where August had last been spotted, she felt even more afraid. Where were the boats? Finding Nala and Augustus would be the smartest. Only, which way was the way out? The young woman spotted a man, who looked all right enough. Plus, she highly believed that if he creeped her out, she had two choices. One. Run into the crowds. Two. Scream. They both sounded brilliant at the time.

"Sir?" Pandora's voice came out in a sort of squeek. Clearing her throat softly, she tried to smile, but it looked more like a pained expression. Talking to new people was not her forte. Two years ago it would have been simple.

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