Fleaur

FULL NAME - Fleuar [pronounced Floore, in a soft breath] french for flower1

PERSONAL QUOTE - "I'm only sane because I'm mad, my love..."2

DOB - Never mentioned, except for age, where she smiles and whispers softly, "Unknown"3

PHYSICAL APPEARANCES (eyes, hair, height, distinguishing marks) - Fleuar is deathly pale, smooth skin, with soft, silky long black hair, and black eyes and dark lips. No need to say that she is quite perfect. She looks like a black and white photo, and she smiles a lot, but with a mischievous or malicious look about it. Her voice is smooth. She is high up in the five feet, but never reaching six. She has a morbid and curious air around her, too perfect, way too perfect, and 'symbolically' she seems to know that her face betrays her thoughts of bitterness and passion, so she wears a bright red mask that covers her face in spirals and contrasts sharply yet beautifully on her otherwise dull colored face. She looks to be seventeen years old.4

PERSONALITY - As I had already described, she has different airs of emotion; either she is morbid, or curious. But she seems to live to make the people around her curious of EVERYTHING about her. Her mask just barely, in slits, allows people to see her demonic smile. She seems like a silent sanguinic, always happy; yet calm enough to escape chaos. 5

BACKGROUND - She softly tells her story as she lies on a ground of leaves in a misty forest, to her lover Akrius. Her mother was the god Rkava, who appeared as a beautiful woman when she wanted to be seen by man. She fell in love with a man named Acostas, who had the simple emotions of a human. Upon seeing an unnaturally gorgeous woman in love with him, he abused her, and left her dying by the bank of a flowing river. A while later, two young men found her, conscious, every wound healed except for her eyes. They were shut, and blood dried in tear streaks streaming down her white face. They used the planks of their rowboat to sit her in, and wrapped her eyes with a soft cloth. They took her to their village of superstitious elders, and took her to their cabin. One of the men, in love with her, gives her water, and in turn, she blinks a drop of crystalline blood into his palm. Then he is pulled away by the villagers, who burn the cabin where she was bound, blind and unknowing. They watch as she burns, and then, as they look through the wreckage, find Fleaur among the wood. The young boys run away and raise her as brothers. 6

LIKES/DISLIKES - Hm.... She doesn't eat, but she can only drink water, and needs to. She doesn't like the sun that much, but likes the soft light of it. She loves the forest, and always goes there when she feels upset. She hates to seem weak. She loves the quality and simplexes of human emotions, and hates to show hers, which is the point of the mask.7

GOALS - She wishes to meet her mother, but imagines different versions, either that her mother died to save her child, or that she killed herself, or she flew from the cabin and left Fleuar in hopes that she will die so that no sign of Acostas would be left. Her main goal is to find her parents, and the man that killed her brothers. 8

ABILITIES - Good one. She unconsciously bleeds blood, an 'inheritance' of her mother's pain. She can cover her emotions in her voice well, and keep it monotonous. She can blow emotions into people, but chooses not to, because she considers them sacred.9

STRENGTHS - Once again, emotions.10

WEAKNESSES - She hates to be cared for. She hates her emotions to be seen. She gets angry quickly, but never shows it. She loves Akrius very much, but feels that he will either betray her as her father had her mother, so she does not let him touch her to long, or too passionately, or that he will stray her from her goal.11

OTHER - 12

Should I include a story? Alrighty...13

She sat on the stump, surrounded by the yellow fields and painted purple sky, as the group confronted her. Her smooth white legs were strayed, but connected at the knees, as if her limbs were broken. She smiled mischievously at them from under her bright red mask, which shattered the dull coloring of her pale skin, and lay comfortably from the base of her smooth forehead and ended, at the top of her thin nose, only to continue down to the sides of her gray face. 14

"Who are you?" A gruff man answered. She smiled wider. 15

"I have many names." She said the answer like a yawn. "Some you will never even be able to pronounce." 16

She stood from the stump and walked to the man, reaching with a long finger. He tensed, and stared confused as she traced the finger down his face. She smiled differently then, as if in wonder, and looked deep at her finger as she took it away. Then she snapped her head up and smiled her old smile. "You can call me Fleaur." 17

She turned and sat back down. Her limbs broke again. 18

"Why are you here?" A different man asked. 19

She looked away. "You don't need to know."20

"How old are you?" She smiled wide again, always smiling, always laughing through her mask. 21

"Unknown." She fixed her limbs again, and stood up. "No more questions, dear friends. I'm tired." And she walked away.