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Colette Byron D'aubigne, it's getting cold on this island ...

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ali the agents	Posted: Jul 7 2009, 10:16 PM
Member Group: Members Posts: 24 Member No.: 5 Joined: 20-May 08	Raison d'ętre name: Colette Byron D'aubigne alias: Adele Delancy sex: Femelle age: 23 birthdate: 18 Ocotber 1986 birthplace: Gargilesse, France location: Tokyo, Japan ethnicity: French, oui height: Five feet, ten inches weight: None of your business eyes: La mer hair: Sunset skin: Vampire build: Beanpole blood: Type O tattoos: Non piercings: Would you like to see them? scars: Back's a ruined wasteland. A river trail of grease and tarnished tissue. A pyromaniac enthusiast's wet dream. disorders: Non characteristics: Outgoing, Charismatic, Sickly candy sweet, Blunt, Disarming marital status: Single orientation: Let's not talk labels. relations: - Adelle D'aubigne [ mother, deceased ] - Giselle Fassat [ aunt, deceased ] occupation: Got any spare parts? languages: Fluent in French, Italian, and English. Speaks a moderate amount of German and Russian residence: Somewhere over the rainbow. They flocked to that little Parisian village by the dozen. That quaint niche of old became something commercialized and stamped out by a convocation of tourists. Quaint. So what did that make her? A byproduct of some little bed and breakfast owned inn? A silent doll of no monetary value? A picture opportunity in the making? Pigtails and sugar smiles for all. Bon jour! It truly was a picturesque atmosphere. Clean air. The hills were alive with the sound of music. They even had their own castle. That's right. Castle. But she was no fairytale princess. Her upbringing resembled something a little more homespun. There were no dancing woodland creatures or spontaneous outbursts of singing. There was simple iron clad rule. Mother dearest. Looking back on it all ... one might come to the clear understanding that there wasn't something quite right upstairs. A single hardworking sadistic mother who applied heavily to her faith and violent antics that sometimes came about on dangerous alcoholic binges. She was eleven when the worst of it occurred. The pan had just been sitting there on the stove you see. Honestly, she really had been out of line that day. Something about not picking her room up to her satisfaction, and let's not forget the mouthing off. It couldn't be tolerated. Colette spent nearly two months recovering. She was transferred to another hospital that was better equipped for such a severe burn case. They did not understand how the tiny creature kept holding on. Susceptible to infection and a number of other complications it was nothing short of a miracle that she survived. With mother facing serious jail it was her better half that stepped in to take over raising her. Her aunt was steeped in wealth. Old money. She took it upon herself to educate and raise the girl. Poor thing wouldn't do in a proper school system now would she? A quiet, terrible, shell that cringed and quivered at the slightest change in someone's voice. There was no place for her in proper society. A sad little puppy that had unfortunately been kicked one too many times. One too many turns into nothing short of resolute obedience. Her aunt abhorred it. The long and short of it was that Colette's rehabilitation took not months but years. Outwardly she became something more approachable. A sweet temperament. Always looking to elicit a proper response and a laugh if they would be so kind. Her aunt knew better. Somewhere underneath all of that sugar she was just as rotten as can be. Not by choice, but simply by default. So ... against all wishes she left at the precious age of seventeen. It didn't matter where she went. She just wanted to be away. European interests had simmered as of late. She wanted life abroad. The far exotic reaches that would bring about new and exciting acquaintances. It got her about as far as Germany. Like anyone she was swept up into the nightlife. A dulled piece of pretty wrapping paper free to roam as she pleased. It was bound to end badly. Maybe that was her true intentions all along? She remembered waking up. Not exactly alone. The room was occupied by several females of different backgrounds. So many fresh tears and whimpers. It was a slow process. Someone came in to remove choice selections. Once they left behind that closed door they were never seen again. When it was her turn she followed in dumb ignorance. It turned into a cruel inspection. A quick overhaul scan before her shirt was being removed without permission. Only at that point did she demonstrate a little unwillingness. After all ... it was not something she shared lightly. Not a crutch, but still -- it was nobody's business. Pleasing stares turned into absolute dismay when she was forced to turn around. Protective hands clutched her shirt to her chest. She remembered the looks. No pity. But simple disappointment. She'd seen that look once before. In her aunt's eyes as she left home. It was a short lived inspection. They'd seen all they needed. Now? She waited. A small dark cramped room with a flickering light overhead. Hours later -- or maybe it was the next day? Uncertain. But no matter ... that door did eventually open and she was greeted by a stranger. Such a nice woman. They spoke candidly. Whoever she was -- she wanted to know everything about Colette from start to finish. She gladly divulged without any sense of arrogance or hatred towards this group's actions. Oh no. She was curious. Messalina. She would later come to know her by. They couldn't just toss her back. Well, perhaps they could have -- but it never seemed to be a question. She'd snagged their attentions. An untraceable face. Easily forgettable given the proper training and instruction. A sad little soul with no purpose to speak of. Well, purpose they could give her. She fell into Die Schatten's gaping jaws with arms wide open and willing. Presently? Well . . . Wait and see. Merci beaucoup
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