Post by ANGELIQUE LAVEAU on Feb 14, 2011 1:12:34 GMT -5
Angelique "Angel" Laveau
"...Welcome Death with open arms... Because when it comes... it won't be friendly..."
"...Welcome Death with open arms... Because when it comes... it won't be friendly..."
Sixteen~VoodooPriestess~Independant~Leader~Tempermental
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Angelique wasn’t born into neither a rich nor a poor family, she was raised in a family of what she thought of as ‘mystical’ persons. Her mother, Marie Laveau had taken her from her biological family when she was a baby. She was the nanny for baby Angelique, and had been watching her parents discuss their daughter’s life. Speaking of whom she must marry when she came of age, what she must wear and how she will learn to act. Marie found this to be a disturbing thought, and soon decided she loved her more then they ever would. And therefore that she was going to take her far from her home in France to a place no baby should be raised. Tortuga.
She would teach Angel the heart of survival before her tenth birthday, from combat, tracking and hunting to the practice of Voodoo magic and so on; knowing very well that she would take her place one day.
Marie had made plenty enemies on her force for survival amongst the vile, earning her a reputation for unsuspected murders involving ‘witchcraft’ (as they called it- amateurs she would say..). She kept this information from Angel to keep her safe, always telling her that “some day life is gonna bite cha in the ass and when it does ya better be ready for it..”. But she was too young to know what that meant, so Marie gave her a necklace instead, two silver wolves meeting in the middle, connected through the behind of each wolf. But as the necklace was placed in her little fingers- Marie was being hauled off to the headsmen’s courtyard. Leaving Angelique alone on this wretched island.
Angel was glad that she had learned everything there was to learn from Marie when it came to the skills she had taught her. Seeing it as something that would bind to her memory rather then getting lost. The following day was supposed to be their celebration of her graduation but it would seem that wasn’t going to happen now. She was on her own, with no one to care for her and keep her safe. Then I’ll fend for myself! she thought encouragingly. But that was easier said then done.
She knew she would need shelter and food soon and decided to keep to the shadows, being watchful for her surroundings and keeping far from contact with people. She remembered the skills Marie had taught her, and applied them for her survival. Knowing very well the dangers that Tortuga could bring. She had lived there her whole life! But that didn’t mean that she knew anyone. And if she did that also didn’t imply that they liked her. Most people she knew feared or hated her.. and she was only thirteen! She figured it must be because they knew what she was.. and feared that she might curse them or something. But Angel knew better then that, and her mother had taught her of the stories of other Voodoo Priests, which led to her vowing never to become like one of them.
Angelique has long dark brown hair that flows passed her shoulders in beautiful curls, often the top layer being pulled back and held by pins. She usually takes a mixture of white paint and makes strands threw it to show her dignity in what she does as a Voodoo Priestess. Along with a blue mixture of paint that she relatively puts as markings on her face and dark black eye makeup making her look almost wolf-like. Though she was born in a time where women must wear dresses, she was raised to wear what she herself had made. She wears bands of leather bound around her in a shirt, shoes and pants, with a long fur cloak to keep her warm. A wolfs skins she had hunted herself patched together to make the top of the cloak. She carries a dagger at the waist and a pole-arm always on hand as a ‘walking-stick’, with freshly sharpened silver melded to the tip.
As the years passed, she realized her personality was more mature then most young people her age. She had learned a different path then they had, where she had to fight or get eaten other then ‘read a book vs. be grounded’. She had thought of better tactics to get what she needed, deciding to be a little more persuasive with her words rather then stealing things (kind of like Jedi-mind tricking someone. ;]). Finding it much easier without the watchful eyes of others poking around left and right; she became stealthier and wiser with no recollection of where she had gotten it. Knowing to listen when needed and spoke only when spoken to. She would remember ways to be evasive, sometimes speaking in fluent French helped confuse her way out of trouble. She could feel herself shifting into a more efficient thief. She knew everything there was to know about thievery, from her years of practice. But the only thing stopping her was her thoughts… Angel could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into the stories her mother had once told her. Turning into one of the wretched, deceiving people of Voodoo that disgraced all the rest.
She tries to push these thoughts away, hoping to shove them into the chained treasure chest in the back of her memory. But it’s difficult, and the longer she pushes the harder it feels to cover them back up. The thoughts that remind her everyday how secluded from the rest of the planet and alone she is. Lonely. And that scares her. She knows she doesn’t want to go further down this path but what other option does she have? Angel knows she will never truly acknowledge these emotions. Knowing full well that she would never be able to cage them back into the chest in the back of her mind if she does. Thinking of other beings as obstacles in her life that you either keep or get rid of. She feels as if she is in a crowd of people that are mirrors of her emotions. Her Loa (voodoo term for ‘Spirit’) weaving in and out of the crowd with no escape but to reach out and finally grab something-someone through kindness. But who to grab? Who to haul her out of the crowd of misery and survival and break into the real world? Where she can actually be a teenager without having to worry about her next meal or who’s watching her around the corner? And in truth she is afraid of the kindness that she may unleash. Afraid to show feeling for someone else, happiness, sadness or other; scared that it might hurt them in the end. She’s so far gone in survival that she doesn’t know anything else, but whether she knows it or not- she needs people in her life.
She keeps to herself most of the time, never interacting with others unless curious. But don’t mistake her smiles and imply that she is a tamed house cat. She is just as wild as the panther in the jungle, and will be just as likely to rip your head off if you say the wrong words to her. Although it may seem like she’s a coldhearted person, she isn’t- she tries her hardest to be kind to those who show kindness to her. But times are tough when your living in Tortuga, filled with prostitutes, pirates and anyone looking to have a good night -that thought makes her cringe every time. As far as Voodoo practitioners go, she’s a little on the eccentric side which sometimes scares others into thinking she’s bipolar. But all n’ all, she’s just trying to do what her mother told her and Ready herself for what life’s gonna give her.
She would teach Angel the heart of survival before her tenth birthday, from combat, tracking and hunting to the practice of Voodoo magic and so on; knowing very well that she would take her place one day.
Marie had made plenty enemies on her force for survival amongst the vile, earning her a reputation for unsuspected murders involving ‘witchcraft’ (as they called it- amateurs she would say..). She kept this information from Angel to keep her safe, always telling her that “some day life is gonna bite cha in the ass and when it does ya better be ready for it..”. But she was too young to know what that meant, so Marie gave her a necklace instead, two silver wolves meeting in the middle, connected through the behind of each wolf. But as the necklace was placed in her little fingers- Marie was being hauled off to the headsmen’s courtyard. Leaving Angelique alone on this wretched island.
Angel was glad that she had learned everything there was to learn from Marie when it came to the skills she had taught her. Seeing it as something that would bind to her memory rather then getting lost. The following day was supposed to be their celebration of her graduation but it would seem that wasn’t going to happen now. She was on her own, with no one to care for her and keep her safe. Then I’ll fend for myself! she thought encouragingly. But that was easier said then done.
She knew she would need shelter and food soon and decided to keep to the shadows, being watchful for her surroundings and keeping far from contact with people. She remembered the skills Marie had taught her, and applied them for her survival. Knowing very well the dangers that Tortuga could bring. She had lived there her whole life! But that didn’t mean that she knew anyone. And if she did that also didn’t imply that they liked her. Most people she knew feared or hated her.. and she was only thirteen! She figured it must be because they knew what she was.. and feared that she might curse them or something. But Angel knew better then that, and her mother had taught her of the stories of other Voodoo Priests, which led to her vowing never to become like one of them.
Angelique has long dark brown hair that flows passed her shoulders in beautiful curls, often the top layer being pulled back and held by pins. She usually takes a mixture of white paint and makes strands threw it to show her dignity in what she does as a Voodoo Priestess. Along with a blue mixture of paint that she relatively puts as markings on her face and dark black eye makeup making her look almost wolf-like. Though she was born in a time where women must wear dresses, she was raised to wear what she herself had made. She wears bands of leather bound around her in a shirt, shoes and pants, with a long fur cloak to keep her warm. A wolfs skins she had hunted herself patched together to make the top of the cloak. She carries a dagger at the waist and a pole-arm always on hand as a ‘walking-stick’, with freshly sharpened silver melded to the tip.
As the years passed, she realized her personality was more mature then most young people her age. She had learned a different path then they had, where she had to fight or get eaten other then ‘read a book vs. be grounded’. She had thought of better tactics to get what she needed, deciding to be a little more persuasive with her words rather then stealing things (kind of like Jedi-mind tricking someone. ;]). Finding it much easier without the watchful eyes of others poking around left and right; she became stealthier and wiser with no recollection of where she had gotten it. Knowing to listen when needed and spoke only when spoken to. She would remember ways to be evasive, sometimes speaking in fluent French helped confuse her way out of trouble. She could feel herself shifting into a more efficient thief. She knew everything there was to know about thievery, from her years of practice. But the only thing stopping her was her thoughts… Angel could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into the stories her mother had once told her. Turning into one of the wretched, deceiving people of Voodoo that disgraced all the rest.
She tries to push these thoughts away, hoping to shove them into the chained treasure chest in the back of her memory. But it’s difficult, and the longer she pushes the harder it feels to cover them back up. The thoughts that remind her everyday how secluded from the rest of the planet and alone she is. Lonely. And that scares her. She knows she doesn’t want to go further down this path but what other option does she have? Angel knows she will never truly acknowledge these emotions. Knowing full well that she would never be able to cage them back into the chest in the back of her mind if she does. Thinking of other beings as obstacles in her life that you either keep or get rid of. She feels as if she is in a crowd of people that are mirrors of her emotions. Her Loa (voodoo term for ‘Spirit’) weaving in and out of the crowd with no escape but to reach out and finally grab something-someone through kindness. But who to grab? Who to haul her out of the crowd of misery and survival and break into the real world? Where she can actually be a teenager without having to worry about her next meal or who’s watching her around the corner? And in truth she is afraid of the kindness that she may unleash. Afraid to show feeling for someone else, happiness, sadness or other; scared that it might hurt them in the end. She’s so far gone in survival that she doesn’t know anything else, but whether she knows it or not- she needs people in her life.
She keeps to herself most of the time, never interacting with others unless curious. But don’t mistake her smiles and imply that she is a tamed house cat. She is just as wild as the panther in the jungle, and will be just as likely to rip your head off if you say the wrong words to her. Although it may seem like she’s a coldhearted person, she isn’t- she tries her hardest to be kind to those who show kindness to her. But times are tough when your living in Tortuga, filled with prostitutes, pirates and anyone looking to have a good night -that thought makes her cringe every time. As far as Voodoo practitioners go, she’s a little on the eccentric side which sometimes scares others into thinking she’s bipolar. But all n’ all, she’s just trying to do what her mother told her and Ready herself for what life’s gonna give her.
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The names Tink, Crazy Tink if ya like ;]!
