LEFEBVRE, chantal catherine

[chantal]

IF I'M A BAD PERSON

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Chantal catherine lefebvre

hi, my name is Laura. i got twenty one candles
on my birthday cake, but i've blown
out four years of them. my other characters would be none so far
and the special phrase is
you'll find it when you fully read an important thread

I GUESS I'LL MAKE

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NAME:

Chantal Catherine Lefebvre

NICKNAME:

Chan, any variations of Chantal

GENDER:

Female

SEXUALITY:

Straight

AGE:

Twenty Two

BIRTHDAY:

September 21st

SPECIES:

demigod; roman

IT'S A CIRCLE

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HEIGHT:

Five feet and five inches

WEIGHT:

one hundred and twenty five pounds

DISTIGUISHING FEATURES:

Her eyes

PLAYBY:Kristen Bell

I CAN'T EXCITE YOU

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ANYMORE[/center]

LIKES:

~ Alexandre
~ The Roman Camp
~ Her half siblings
~ Speaking French
~ Reading

DISLIKES:

~ Anything happening to Alexandre
~ Disappointing people
~ Seeing people hurt
~ The feeling of helplessness
~ Being held back/restrained

STRENGTHS:

~ Determination
~ Loving

WEAKNESSES:

~ Constant worrier
~ Always striving to be perfect

DREAMS:

~ She dreams of a perfect life where everyone is happy with her.

FEARS:

~ Loosing Alexandre: she doesn’t know what she would do if she lost him

~ She fears that Mercury would think she wasn’t the daughter he wanted

~ She fears that she will disappoint people that are closer to her(Alex and Mercury among others)

FATAL FLAW:

Her curiosity. Even if she faces certain death Chantal won’t stop being curious.

PREFERED WEAPON:

Bow and Arrow and a Sword

ABILITIES:

Athletic, stealing, tricks

ANYTHING ELSE:

Some people would say that Chantal tries to be perfect in everything that she does. And they’re right. Chantal is a perfectionist and not to mention a worrier. She worries a lot about whether or not her brother is doing well or if her father is proud of having her as a daughter. She cares what people say about her but most definitely she cares what Mercury would say if the two of them ever meet up. Chantal never really was your average teenager. She took the roles of both mother and father as their parents were never around to care for Alex. She was the one who set rules and responsibilities for her brother. Adding to this she also set examples for him. Teaching him right from wrong and left to right. She was also the one who would sit at a table and help him with his homework. Chantal was the person that always put people first. She would be less concerned about herself if someone was in danger. Sometimes she feels overwhelmed at how much she has going on. She knows that Alex is happy and has people to watch over him. She worries constantly about the little things. Worried about making things perfect for her and her brother. Worried about pleasing people and not letting them down. She also stresses too easily and sometimes she thinks about going into her bunk and just letting it all out.

As a daughter of Mercury, Chantal is very mischievous. When she isn’t worrying about anything that is. She cannot sit still and always has to be on the move. That part is her ADHD, or her battle reflexes. She is curious about almost anything. Chantal loves to explore and go on adventures. The one thing that most people are surprised to hear about her is that she has a bad side. It takes little to set her temper off. And when it does it doesn’t look pretty. It does take a lot to settle her down. The only person that can actually calm her down without getting hurt is Alex. Of course, she isn't perfect, as much as she wants to be. Her main flaw is being a worrier. As stated before she spends most of her time worrying about every little thing. She can be a bit impatient at times, not to mention stubborn. Chantal is an idealist, which fits well with perfectionist. Last but not least she is intolerant of others.

WHERE'S YOUR GABLE

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OLYMPIAN PARENT:

Mercury

MOTHER/FATHER:

Alain Lefebvre-father,

Catherine Lefebvre-mother,

SIBLINGS:

Alexandre Lefebvre-younger brother by three years, Nineteen, Son of Venus, Alive

PETS:

None

HISTORY:

Alain and Catherine Lefebvre seemed to have the perfect life. They were married but they were not happy with each other and tend to hide that fact from the public. They cheated on the other. Catherine cheated on him with Mercury and Alain with Venus. She knew that she was cheated on but she didn’t say anything about it. Nine months later, in the afternoon hours of September 21st, Chantal Catherine Lefebvre was born. Alain had thought the newborn baby girl was his but she wasn’t. The baby girl was a daughter of Mercury. She was a demi god but Catherine never told him about it. She did not remember that much of her childhood growing up in Bordeaux, France. They didn’t have a lot of money but they managed to do with what they had. Chantal was three years old when her brother, Alexandre was born. He was considered a brother and something like a son growing up since both of their parents were not really there for them both. Alexandre was the son of Venus, the roman love goddess and Alain’s child. The two siblings did everything together. Chantal was the one who looked out for him, who made sure that he was safe and nothing would hurt him. She was something like a second mother to him.

There was one thing that she had always dreamed of that she always kept hidden, even from Alexandre. Chantal wanted to have that perfect life. She always wanted to have parents who cared about their children. She wanted to stay in France and live her life. She knew that she was different from her classmates. Chantal could remember when Alex was going through his ‘teddy bear’ phrase. He never went without and even when she took him to the park he would bring the stuffed animal along. She took him to a store that was selling doll clothes. She brought the bear new clothes and dressed it up for Alex. Chantal was the one who would help him with his homework and would encourage him when he felt like giving up. She had chosen English to learn at her school and since she had done it Alex had chosen it as well. She spoke French fluently but she wanted to learn English. There was one memory that she would always have with her. It happened a while before they left France. Their mother was going to a friend’s house for wine tasting and the two siblings snuck to a vineyard. Chantal was bored staying in a room with the other children and she wanted to explore. Alex had tagged along and both of them ran through the grapes, playing and laughing.

They lay on the grass and had stared up at the sky, picking shapes out of the clouds. The two of them stayed that way until it gotten too dark and both of them headed back. In a sudden twist of fate, the family moved from France to Portland, Oregon because Alain did not want to take care of the family anymore. Chantal wasn’t at all too pleased. She didn’t want to leave France and had put up a fight. She loathed their new lives. She did not like the small apartment and the fact that they had no money. Chantal was expected to speak only English and Alex as well. It was funny because Catherine was the one who did not want to speak English. She wanted to stay with her native tongue. She wasn’t the only one. But Chantal never once complained out loud to her. She made a couple of new friends in their new school. Most of the kids considered Chantal the odd one and stayed away from her. She made friends with another kid who seemed to recognized her and her brother as demi gods. Every now and then he would drop hints about the Roman world but Chantal did not think any of it.

Chantal had come home with Alex after a long day at school. She just wanted to lay down and do whatever she normally did. It was then that she noticed her friend was standing at the front door. After noticing her raising an eyebrow he explained that he was from Camp Jupiter and that he was a recruiter. He also told them that they were demi gods. Chantal was weary at first and would not have any of it. They had been through a lot but as far as she was concerned she would not be believing anything. It did take some persuasion from him to convince Chantal that the camp would be a safe place for them. For people like them. Her mother had walked in and wanted to know what was going on. She told her everything and Catherine did not want them to leave. Chantal had told her that it would be better for everyone and that they would be safe. Both of them were in the First Cohort at the camp and he had stood for both of them. She did remember the Wolf House and how terrified she felt when she saw a group of wolves coming their way. She had shielded Alex from their gaze, thinking that they were going to attack.

It was through Lupa that Chantal relaxed. That she realized they weren’t out to kill, but to train. She did not like the hard work but she did it anyways. She wanted them to feel proud of her and she did not want to disappoint no one. Chantal still did not know that she was the daughter of Mercury. She thought that she was the reason why he didn’t come to her. She thought that he would think negative of her. The one thing that Chantal fears most of all is driving away her father.

YOU'RE NOT A JUDGE BUT

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ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

Frollo hummed a little to himself as they continued to walk down the street. He failed to noticed the guards eying one another with a look of confusion. Even though they wouldn’t dare say it out loud they feared for their master’s sanity. Everyone had been on the edge ever since he was brought back from the dead. Ever since he casually strolled in the Bell tower and the Cathedral, announcing his sudden return and demanded that he was granted with the power he had held. Or else they would suffer the consequences. And they believed him. The judge was that convincing. The mare he was riding snorted lightly as she tossed her mane aside, glancing at the people like her master was doing. Still lost in his thoughts, Frollo almost failed to hear the commotion that was up ahead. His guards did and they looked at each other again before looking up to Frollo, waiting for his order. “Excuse me sir,” one of them began, almost hesitantly. “There is a commotion up ahead…..” he left that sentence hanging as the judge blinked while bringing himself out of his thoughts. He glanced at the guard that had spoken and he slowly repeated the question. Straining his ears he could hear the noise as well. Chickens? Frollo thought idly before nodding to them.

“Yes. Let’s see what’s going on. Perhaps it was a gypsy who had nothing better to do than to attempt at stealing,” he drawled, drumming his fingers on the saddle once more before nudging his horse to the right direction. The mare went without hesitating, putting her complete trust in the man. “Filthy heathens,” he muttered under his breath with a slightly disgusted look on his face. The guards heard and wisely chosen to stay silent. They were relaxing, relieved that Frollo was himself again. Not that he already was however. As they got closer and closer he paid more attention to his surroundings. One must always keep their attention while on the streets. They can never know what to expect. There was an evil grin on his face as his eyes fell on the brunette woman that he was thinking about earlier. He nodded to the guards. “Don’t do anything unless I say so. Or it would be your heads,” his tone was rather harsh. They nodded, shifting a little, nervously. Chickens were running and feathers were everywhere. “Hello Mademoiselle Belle,” he drawled with a graceful nod. “I did not think I would be seeing you in the city today.”

He wondered what she was doing here of all places. Maybe she was selling something. A sinister look twinkled in his eyes as he stared down at the person he promised himself never to forget. Well besides Esmeralda anyways. At the mention of her name the judge twitched a little. It was his lust for her that led him to slowly spiral into insanity. He was a strong believer of the Catholic faith and absolutely refused not to show it to anyone, keeping it to himself. It had gotten to the point where Frollo was seeing her everywhere. In his dreams, in the fireplace. Frollo pulled those memories out of his mind with a small shudder before looking down at the young woman. “I haven’t seen you since we came back home,” he commented, failing to noticed that a couple of guards were looking suspiciously at the two interacting. “Tell me. How is that lovely child of yours? And Jim?” the questions seemed innocent enough but if one listened closely they would detect hate in his voice.

WELL SENTENCE ME TO

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