Post by Maddie Laroux on Jul 23, 2010 22:10:25 GMT -5
MADDIE MARIE LAROUX
HEY THERE! my name is KIMMERS and i'm 18 years old.
i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for 8 years.
I'm puppetmaster of NO ONE D: here on SIT, but enough about
me, here's my character. =]
nicknames: . . . You know what? Maddie works fine.
age: A lady never reveals her age!
religion: N/A
affiliation: The Doctor
sexuality: Heterosexual
species: Alien, of the Tribek Species
marital status: Single
member title: `takes my BREATH away
playby: Dianna Agron
cannon or original: Original
hometown: Merlion
current residence: Space
parents: Miriah, deceased, and King Henfr
siblings: James, 31
brief history: Now, before you get your panties in a knot, let's just be clear: this isn't a fairy-tail princess, she doesn't have super awesome powers that can save the world, and in all honesty, her planet and her family are a subject of deepest pain. It begins with death.
More specifically, Maddie' s life begins with death. Her mother dies in childbirth, leaving Maddie wailing her newborn lungs out in the midst of a battle. What battle, you innocently inquire? Well, here's the problem: Maddie's story can't be told unless we go back in the ever convoluted history of Tribek.
LONG STORY SHORT: Tribek was the Belgium of the universe. They got bullied, smashed, traded and generally ignored for over a thousand years, until finally a new rular came to the throne. Some say he was insane. Some say he liked killing. Some say nothing, because he killed them. In any case, Vladar remade the planet, causing Tribek to become known for brilliant warriors, constant victory, and the most bloody reign in the timeS. For four thousand years, Vladars family, the Leerouxmax, ruled, bringing swift and painful death to their enemies, and cruel and painfuller death to the people they REALLY didn't like. Of course, this could not be achieved by strength alone. Vladar, knowing he would have to bind himself to the darkest forces alive to preserve his rule, sought alliences with the foulest creatures, using dark magic, wicked science and nasty friends to achieve his success. His most brilliant -- and most flawed idea -- was to consort with the Carrionites, the purveyors of blood and dark magic. This was to ensure a steady bloodline through the descendents, but the problem was, even if the magic wasn't there, the madness and cruelty was. Vladar had created a powerful line, but ths line was tainted with madness and cruelty.
There was, however, a light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. Mirana was a distant cousin of the Leerouxmax, and she was married to Vladar's great-grandson, who was passed over for rular. Her blood was tainted with the Carrionites as well, but thankfully, she knew how to control the madness, not let it control her. Her children were generally passed from the throne, until about however long thirty thousand trillion zeroes take you, because that's when her super great granddaughter married the king, and lo and behold, out pops Maddie.
Well, actually, James comes first. Five years later, the King declares war on a small principality and slaughter's tens of thousands of innocent people. A guriella group launches an attack right on back, and it's on that day that Maddie is born. Fun, eh? Her mother dies -- presumably from the shock of the battle and the internel stress of the birth -- and wouldn't you know it, her father won the war too. It was the beginning of a long line of them, for Maddie.
For about five years, Maddie was treated with dignity, respect and even affection for her tyranical fatherm living in coexsistance with her brother, learning their lessons and generally oblivious to the chaos around them. Then, one day, Maddie stumbles in on a war meeting and, suffice to say, is shocked to her core at the brutaility and viciousness that her father and his men accept and, indeed, allow in the ranks. She verbally decries this, which seems to be a trigger for her father, because after that, there was no affection: there was only anger, occasional verbal abuse, and general neglect.
Now, you think, why didn't Maddie do the sensible thing and just run off? Her brother was going to be king, so she wasn't needed, right? Ah, yeah, no. For you see, rulars on Tribek do things a little differently. Think of it like this -- the King has two children. One is a boy, and the other is a girl. The boy is the oldest, and a male, so he's automatically given the throne. The problem is, he's a pathetic excuse for a rular, and the girl would have been better. But what can you do? The word of the King on Tribek is legally binding, and unless the heir's of the king combativly veto it, it's stuck. So essentially, the passing of power goes like this: the King, when death is near, names his heir, having watched his children from afar and deciding the best. He then passes on the throne and dies (because he sure as hell ain't retiring voluntarily) and the child he names becomes the next king or queen, with their siblings as their heir, until they have their own children. If the king has no children, he choses from this closet gene pool, to keep the throne purified. So, in laymen's terms, Maddie was bound to her father and his court by the logic that she might be forced to accept the throne.
The days passed in misery for the poor girl, until, once again, another war was declared, and the King's victims took it, once again, to the homestead. In the midst of the battle, a man appeared next to Maddie and, although confused, helped the poor girl win the battle. This man was the Doctor. Maddie, since birth, has always idolized the Doctor, whose name was whispered among the lesser classes -- a previous form of the Doctor had accidentally killed Maddie's great-grandfather, and thus was considered by the King as enemy number one. Probably because her father hated him so much, Maddie developed a hero worship, and thus was ecstatic to finally meet her hero. The Doctor, impressed by Maddie's disposition and merciful manner, casually offered her a ride on the TARDIS, but Maddie, fearing her father's wrath, refused. She spent three weeks in her miserable life before she finally decided, sod it, she needed to be with her hero. She left Tribek that day, changed her ridiculously long last name to laroux, which sounds very nice and french,. and is on the search for the man who probably saved her life. Because you never know, with a crazed lunatic tyrant for a father.[/size]
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* Reading
* Writing
* Painting
* Solving puzzles
* Researching, especially historical facts
* Conversing with friends
* Not dying. That would be a big one.
* Her pink Converse
dislikes:
* War
* Slaughters
* Running for your ever fricking life.
* Senseless violence
* Ignorance
* Tyrants
* Broccili. You want to torture someone, make them eat a plate of that!
strengths:
* Logical thinker
* Excellent fighter
* Archery
* Swordplay
* Wordplay
* Riddles
* Wonderful conversationalist
weaknesses:
* Has a vulnerability for children or adorable animals
* Tends to lean towards self-sacrifrice
* Tends to act on her emotions, although she always gives the appearance of reason.
secrets:
* Is royalty
* Loathes her father
* Blames herself for her mother's death
* Is considered a witch
fears:
* Dying
* Her father
* Sharks
* Heights
habits:
* Tends to chew nervously on her lip or inside of her cheek
* Tends to turn pink when embarressed, shy, or angry
* Tends to start muttering in Tribekian when exhasperated or angry
overall personality: Maddie is not your typical run of the mill alien. For starters, she doesn't want to dominate your planet, eat your children or meet your leader. She is, at heart, a passionate woman who has seen a lifetime of war and wishes only for peace and stability in a turblent world. Drawn to adventure, Maddie is dedicated to the preservation of life, especially children, and she fights hard for what she believes in, even if she knows she stands a greater chance of losing. Her life is something she holds to, but willingly offers if she feels that it can be used for someone else.
At the same time, Maddie is also stubborn, willful and still afraid of a great deal of the world. She has seen senseless violence, so she tends to react hysterically -- for example, she may personally kill a murdereror for a crime he has committed -- because she believes in an eye for an eye. Maddie has very strong opinions, and unless you have absolute proof otherwise (and even then she may not listen) she will hold fast to her belief and pretty much shove it down your throat. She does, however, tend to respect other's opinions, unless they vastly differ from her own: or she hates you. One of the two.
Despite her sweet nature, Maddie isn't a buttermilk queen of daisy's. She is competitve, intelligent, and occasionally ruthless when she is on task, and her concentration and determination are almost impossible to beat. Maddie is intelligent -- she has spent a great deal of her life studying, and she knows that books are not the only thing in the world to learn from. She finds new information fascinating, and considers ignorance and violence towards learning as a great sin.
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Once the words were out he couldn't take them back, and Puck wanted to take them back. Forget want: every nerve in his body was on fire, screaming at him to fix the mess he had just made. He had thought being honest would bring them closer, that Quinn could see that he wanted her with every fucking fiber he had, from his pudding-covered mohawk to his pudding-covered socks, but the minute the words were out of his mouth, any chance of that was tossed out the window. And why not? What had she done to deserve that, what had Quinn ever done that earned her heartbreak on all sides? Her friends, her family, her love, was it any wonder that she was looking at Puck like he had torn out her heart and was ripping it into pieces right in front of her? This is what he got for telling the truth -- this horrible, this horrific, this deadening feeling that was leaving him pressed for air, for words, and for control. He should have lied, he should have just worked on himself and maybe he would be wrong, or maybe he would cheat on Quinn, but they would work it out, they would deal with it, something, anything that could be better then this. When he had made his speech, Puck had thought that Quinn would see the logic, the maturity and the reason, and she would sit and they would talk and she could hear him muster the courage to say, hey, just been in love with you forever, thought you should know. It wasn't working that way; it wasn't working at all, and Puck could feel this mutilating sensation in his chest that he couldn't identify.
If her face was hurting him, with the redness in her eyes and the trembling of her lips, then Quinn's next words hit him like a blow; he almost staggered under the intense hurt and pain. What the fuck was wrong with him? They're just words! Tell her you're sorry, make this go away! "Quinn --!" His voice wasn't working, that deep pain in his chest was getting worse and then he realized that it was heartbreak. His heart was literally breaking in his chest, and he wanted to cry, or scream, or hit something or someone; this wasn't how it was supposed to work! It was supposed to be an afternoon of sexual tension, loaded flirting, maybe some casual arguing, and Disney! He wasn't supposed to kiss her until he felt his skin melt and then feel his heart hurt until he wanted to sit down and clutch at it, holding it, wondering if there was Pepto-Bismal strong enough. "Quinn, please, I'm sorry." But his apology wasn't enough, despite it being his most sincere yet. Every word trembled as he struggled to control himself, control the burning in his eyes and the tightening in his throat. All of a sudden a whole centurary of country music was making sense. All of a sudden, Puck didn't feel like a bad-ass Mother Pucker, and he didn't feel like the guy who had scored with almost every girl in Lima. He felt like a leper, a fool, a sham, a jerk who had kicked a girl when she was down and he had put her there.
He felt like a Lima Loser.
"Quinn!" But he was looking at the back of her now, as she raced away from him, far away from him, as far as she could run, and she was taking the air with her. Standing stock-still for only a moment, Puck could feel that horrific ripping sensation in his chest again, and knowing why, he lost what little control he had; he picked up the bowl of pudding and smashed it, he picked up the bowl of water and threw it, he ripped a pillow, he was struggling in the weight of the worse pain in his life and no matter how much he broke and yelled and hurled, nothing was easing it. And after a minute, when he had made a hellish mess and he realized this wasn't his house, he realized that for once in his life, he was actually feeling guilty, and it was hitting him like a house of bricks topped with an extra thousand tonnes.
Slowly, he picked up the shreds of glass, cutting his hands about eight different times and not caring, not noticing; he sponged out the water, he put the pillow and it's droopy feathers in the garbage, he cleaned without feeling or seeing, and although the room wasn't exactly pristine, it was far cleaner then anything -- besides pools -- he had ever cleaned before. And when it was cleaned he went upstairs and hesitated outside Quinn's door and waited for something in his brain to work, for a command or an instruction or something. His hand moved up and gently pressed against the smooth wood of the door, and he wanted to knock and call her out. Seeing as he had almost trashed her house, he didn't think that would go over well. To be fair, the last time Brittany had a party, he had trashed it pretty badly when he had been drunk, but thank God for nerds. Compared to last time, why, he had hardly made a dent. "Quinn? Please, come out and talk to me." His voice sounded small and pitiful even to his own ears.
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I'll accept while I can - exams, busy busy - but could I ask you to put some likes in there when you could. apart from that, brilliant ap 