LASSEUR, Wren Marie

[wren]

WREN MARIE LASSEUR !?
'she's glad that she has one day of comfort.
only because she has suffered.'

FULL NAME Wren Marie Aurore Lasseur
NICKNAMES Kitten, Little Bird
AGE On the outside, she looks seventeen, but she has been walking the earth for six hundred and ninety-three years.
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY April 20th 1318
SPECIES Immortal.
ALLIANCE You would think that she gave a shit about all the good and dark crap. Neutral.
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Zooey Deschanel.
EYES Wide and an intense lapis lazuli blue, trademark of her family's.
HAIR Dark brown color, naturally wavy and she has bangs running across her forehead.
BODY TYPE Slim and elegant; the body of a model. She would never allow herself to get fat no matter what.
HEIGHT 5'8".
WEIGHT 130 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Lapis lazuli eyes, which often betray exactly how she feels all the time no matter how much she tries to hide it. She has a pretty face (and she knows it) which lights up when she smiles.
STYLE Born and raised in a rich family, of course you have to have style for everything you wear. She's often seen in designer clothing; clothing that have a high quality to it. She is often labeled as one of those 'upperclass people'. Everything she wears has to have a designer label on it or else those clothes have to go to the trash because they have 'shitty quality'. Makeup isn't something that she enjoys wearing; she finds them shitty to her taste and thinks that she is already good looking enough without them. For jewelry, bracelets and necklaces are already enough. Who wants to be draped in diamonds all the time anyway?

Or else at least that was what she used to think. After years of living out in the open, you pretty much not care about what you are wearing anymore. Most of the time, Wren can be seen in typical boy clothing, and if you were to question her about it, she'll yell at you. She's normally seen t-shirts and jeans, sometimes boots as well as well as a fedora or a bandana or some kind. Sometimes she'll wear a dress or askirt, but because they get in the way most of the time, she has a dislike for them and only wears them unless she has to.

LIKES

• Cats
  
• Flowers
  
• Winter
  
• Herself
  
• Violins
  
• Pizza
  
• Boys
  
• Art
  
• Photography
  
• Sleeping
  

DISLIKES

• Being bitched at (because she's the one that's supposed to be doing the bitching.)
  
• People who try to surpass her
  
• People who nag
  
• Getting lectured
  
• Romantic comedies
  
• When shit happens
  
• Immature people
  
• Not being able to die
  
• Seeing old people (because they are not immortal and the fact that they can die.)
  
• Saintly people
  

STRENGTHS

• Sharp tongued
  
• Loyal.
  
• Straightforward- brutally honest.
  
• Artistic.
  
• Adamant and determined when she wants something
  
• High confidence
  

WEAKNESSES

• Gruff
  
• Self-centered
  
• Arrogant
  
• Stubborn
  
• Judgmental
  

HABITS

• Bites her nails when nervous
  
• Hums to herself when she's alone
  
• Stares blankly at nothing when she's thinking deeply about something
  
• She bites pencils when she's solving a problem
  

FEARS

• Getting betrayed...again.
  
• Being left behind
  
• She'll turn out to be single for life
  

DESIRES

• For the stupid war to end.
  
• Find someone who'll tell her what the meaning of 'love' is.
  

SECRETS

• Afraid of heights (she sees it as a weakness though.)
  
• Trying out different ways to see whether she'll finally be able to leave the world.
  

OVERALL
Though the girl was raised in a well-off, rich family, Wren has taken to the streets ever since her separation, with Sable into taking their own paths. Once well-mannered and shy, after spending more than a few centuries learning how to fend for herself in the streets, the girl became rough and short-tempered. Gruff and vicious, the brunette clearly lives by her own rules and answers to no one, not wanting to get involved in any sort of drama but her own. Thousands of betrayals have led her to totally distrusting anyone and anything, even the dog by the sidewalk could prove harm to her. One could say that she has become rough around the edges and if provoked, she will resort to violence. A turned street kid, she has learned to be independent and has become quite a thief in a way, if a rather small one.

Wren has a short fuse, so you would do well to be a little careful with your words when conversing with this spitfire. Any wrong thing she hears and that she dislikes, and then bam, you'll have her fist in your face. She is known to fly into rants and rages when she completely loses it, but most of the time, she sticks to her usual yelling. To be strong you have to be loud, and no sort of small, soft talk is going to do that. Yes, she can be a handful, but it's just her trying to stay strong. Underneath all that is still the former, young her, but years of building up walls has reduced that former personality into nearly nothing. Overall, she looks the bad girl, smoking, gambling, vicious, cold and completely unresponsive.

MOTHER Lois Kelly Anderson - deceased
FATHER Jacques Phillipe Lasseur -alive unfortunately, whereabouts unknown-
SIBLINGS Antoine, Didier, Sable, Corinne, Clair and Quillan Lasseur
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE Sable Alexander and Quillan Caelum Lasseur; whereabouts unknown.
ETHNICITY Caucasian- French/English
WEALTH STATUS Because she cannot go without designer clothing, she has made her violin playing skills famous to increase her wealth. As mentioned above,she can be described as a person from the upper class.
OVERALL

Born in the year 1318, the time after the Great Famine which had hit Europe to such an extent that millions died. However, miraculously, her family survived the hit and managed to pull themselves together. Before the famine struck, Wren's family, the Lasseurs, were very rich people, investing in their own cocoa trading business. Lois Anderson married Jacques Lasseur and they had seven children, Wren included. The first two to be born was Antoine and Didier, and they were expected to take over their father's trading business after Jacques died. The third and fourth children were Sable and Wren. Sable proved to be a gentle, cheerful gentleman that was clearly incapable of running any sort of management. There was only a two year difference between him and Wren and these two became very close. The fifth and six children were a pair of female twins; Corrine and Clair, who loved playing pranks and were basically the sweetest people around. The final child that Lois gave birth to before she died was Quill, a serious yet hot-tempered boy.

Things began going downhill a few years later nine months before Wren's seventeenth birthday. The girl was kept under house arrest all of a sudden for 'protection'. She wasn't allowed to leave the house at all. She overheard her parents discussing one night about what to do with her. They wanted to marry her off to some rich tycoon's son after her seventeenth birthday to get the family moving again. With the nobleman's money, the could resumed their trading business. Horrified, Wren tried to run away, but she was soon caught and in addition to house arrest, she was locked up in her room. Her siblings soon freed her and allowed her to escape, but instead of making a break for freedom, Wren didn't and she continued to stay at home, not wanting to abandon her family now.

When Lois died in 1338 by murder (by someone bludgeoning her chest when she was out), Jacques was heartbroken. He abandoned everything and left his jobs to his sons to take over. Unable to think straight and because he had never liked Quill due to his attitude, he put all the blame on the boy on his wife's death due to him thinking that it was his youngest son who had hired the murderer. If Sable hadn't intervened during that time, he would have killed the boy. Jacques was overladen with grief, and he refused to eat until it reached a point where he couldn't take it anymore and he would shovel himself down with food until he was full. The cycle would repeat itself all day, much to the dismay of his children. Antoine and Didier as expected, had taken over their father's job and worked hard to keep everybody alive while Jacques continued to mope around. Wren's marriage to the nobleman was soon forgotten. Wanting to support her family, she took up a variety of jobs and picked up learning an ancient Chinese string instrument; the Er-Hu.

It was at the time before the Black Death when Wren realized that there was something unusual about her. Her, Sable, and Quill didn't seem to be aging at all. Even after her twentieth birthday, she still looked seventeen. Sable, who was supposed to be twenty-two still looked nineteen and Quill still looked like a young freshman in high school. Their other siblings soon grew into adults that looked twice as old as them. They didn't notice that the other three were being left behind. When the Black Death struck, the whole Lasseur family were wiped out except for them and their father.

"I don't want this. I don't want to be frozen in time." Wren said when she figured out that she was something more than human. "Too bad." her father had cackled while her remaining brothers watched on silently. "You're stuck." With those words in mind, she left her remaining family and moved to Italy, not caring about where her brothers and father disappeared off to. She picked up the violin along the way and made a name for herself in the 17th century. Knowing that it would be absurd if she lived forever among the humans, she faked her death in the year 1700. Even after everything she had been through. the girl's attitude has not changed one bit. Years of living have only made her despise life even more after seeing what it could do. She now wanders around, trying to kill herself at times and soon settled in a city whose name she could never remember. Life was going alright for her now, though at times she wonders how Sable, Quill and her father were. Were they alright and well? Or did they somehow managed to find a way to die? If it was the latter, then good for them. Until then, she has no plans on looking for them and now strives for a future in which she could live life by her own rules.

NAME/ALIAS Sunny!
AGE 16
TIME ZONE GMT+8
HOW YOU FOUND US Ad.
OTHER CHARACTERS Not yet.
RP SAMPLE

Kamiki Village was a peaceful place; he knew that the moment he stepped foot in it and set up his onigiri stall. It was all peace and quiet, with the wind blowing here and there and the famous Konohana tree standing tall and proud in the distance. It was perfect for a reserved young traveler who didn't like the hustle and bustle of cities and it was also the perfect place to get away from everything.

It was closing time. The sun was beginning to set, casting the blueness of the sky away and replacing it with an orange color, the color of sunset. As if on cue, the wind blew, causing a few orange leaves to be blown by trees and away into the horizon, adding it's color to the already orange sky. Autumn was here and soon all the leaves will be gone to be replaced by snow instead. August didn't really like snow, for it reminded him too much of home, but he still loved this place nonetheless and he had no plans on leaving anytime soon for the time being. He put everything away, tucked the onigiri that remained into a small box before carrying it and going down the street. His head was bowed down as usual, avoiding the eyes of others but instead focused on where he was walking and where his feet moved so that he wouldn't bump into anyone and end up watching his rice balls roll across the street.

He was lucky- he didn't bump into anyone but his foot caught on a pebble and the fourteen year old Oina fell, clutching the box to his chest and allowed his arms to take the blow. He felt a searing pain as his skin scraped across the ground, even though it was covered by the long sleeves of the jacket he was wearing. A small gasp of pain escaped from his lips and before anyone could offer to help him up, he quickly scrambled to his feet and began walking on quickly, not exactly seeing where he was going due to him looking into the box to check whether his onigiri was alright before he bumped into someone.

Oh just his luck today. First he fell and got his arms injured, and now he had to look up and apologize to someone. August felt himself stiffening immediately, the way he normally did when he had to socialize, his fingers tightening on the box and his teeth gritting together. Still looking down, he tried unsuccessfully to get an apology out to the person in front of him, but all he managed was a small squeak instead.

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