Post by Marianne Hasbrouck on Jun 9, 2011 17:21:22 GMT -5
[/u][/size]His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.
►►Marianne Hasbrouck
Nation ► Belgium
Human Name ► Marianne Hasbrouck
Age ► 24 Y.O.
Gender ► Female
Species ► Were-cat
Description ►
(Her binding is her ribbon and a collar with a bell.)He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.
Likes ►
Cats; they’re her favorite animal and she’d always feed a whole bundle of strays in the neighborhood she lived in. She’s always worrying and hoping someone else decided to start feeding them in her place.
Alcohol; She loves alcohol. Beer most specifically. German Beer, Dutch Beer, mostly Belgian Beer. Wines, especially French and Italian and Spanish wines, among other things. Anything alcoholic is her delight. She’s pretty good at holding her liquor, but she becomes a rather easily amused, giggly, and affectionate drunk when she’s done herself in.
Chocolate; she loves the stuff. It’s great for her nerves and she feels even calmer when she’s in a kitchen making it. It also brings a smile to her face when other’s enjoy the chocolate that she makes with her whole heart.
Ribbons; she’s always wore one in her hair since she was a little girl. They’re usually a good indication as to her mood; she tends to unconsciously pick lighter colors for her happier moods and darker colors for her sadder ones.
Food; especially gourmet. Though she doesn’t eat all that much, Marianne absolutely adores food; constantly wanting to take a little nibble of everyone else’s meal and just get to try some of everything. Waffels, fries, tomatoes and chocolates being her favorites.
Gardening; its one of the few things Marianne still gets to enjoy. Not only does she enjoy taking care of things; see her family of stray cats, but by taking care of the garden, she helps to take care of everyone and make sure they have good fod to eat.
Dislikes ►
Bland foods; considering how much of a gourmet she is when it comes to foods and how much she loves to cook for those around her.. When she sees or, even worse, tastes bland or badly cooked food, she’ll pout and refuse to eat until the quality is improved.
Being alone; the Belgian is simply, such a people-person, she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself when she’s alone. The only exception to this is when she’s cooking or cleaning. Other than that, she really prefers -even if it’s only companionable silence, to be around another being.
Self-centered people; she cannot stand people who think themselves to be the center of the world. It all started when she met a self-centered British gentleman one day when she was younger..
Prudes for a lack of better words; Marianne is rather a free spirit when it comes to whether or not she wears all her clothes. And she finds that the body -any body- is a beautiful piece of art. To have stiff people ridicule another’s body simple because they’re more comfortable in their skin, drives her insane.
Strengths ►
Smile; It may not seem like much. But a smile can be quiet a weapon. Even if she’s depressed, she’ll do her best to wear a smile so no one will worry. And the more she smiles, the more she can fool herself into believing she’s okay.
Kindness; She’s got a surprising amount of forgiveness in her. She does her best to treat everyone with kindness, regardless of situations, races, species. In fact, unless she’s having a tantrum, she finds it much easier to treat people with the kindness she hopes to be treated back with.
Baking; It is her delight. Anything to do with baking, especially chocolate themed baking. Sometimes she can get a bit carried away, but she believes that sweet things will help a person’s mood. So she always attempts to keep freshly made pastries, snacks, chocolates on her person.
Agility; Being of the feline variety, she’s fairly agile. Making it pretty easy to do things normal people cannot do regardless of how much gymnastics training they may have had. Not to mention, with this agility, she can easily avoid confrontations.
Speed; she’s fairly quick to dart away when she feels endanger or uncomfortable. It’s quite useful for when she incidentally pisses some one off that she had not even realized. Or when she’s rather late for something she needs to be on time for.
Weaknesses ►
Finicky; As most of the feline variety, Marianne is rather whimsical. Especially with her moods. One minute she can be happy as a ray of sunshine, the other she could be crying because you hurt her feelings. However this is only true for minor offenses. Her head is always wandering and it always seems like it’s in the clouds, metaphorically speaking.
Trouble with strong emotions; For the most part she’s a fairly open person. But Marianne sometimes has trouble expressing strong emotions. Usually when she cries over something it’s just a small misdemeanor. But when there is actually something that breaks her heart, she caves in on herself, keeping it locked away with a smile. For the more happier emotions, she can sometimes get embarrassed and end up messing it up by bringing chocolate into the conversation.
Oblivious; She’s rather sharp, but her gentle nature makes her more trusting of people. This can cause a disadvantage when people take advantage of this nature of hers to use her. Even if she realizes she’s being used, she’ll force a smile and say something along the lines of at least she was able to help some one.
Drinking; she’s a little too fond of the bottle. A habit she picked up from her mother. Unless there is something pressing to do, she could drink until she’s drunk. A drunk feline is the last thing anyone wants, she’s far too cuddly for most people’s tastes.
Lack of presence; Marianne, for as out-going and friendly as she is, can be compared to a wall-flower. Or rather, she is one. She tries her best to be unique, friendly, and cheerful, but that doesn’t always get a person attention, leaving her a little at odds.
Dreams ►
She dreams of becoming a well known leader in the chocolate industry. Not for the fame or recognition, but because she loves chocolate so much she hopes to share her own brand of taste with the world. She hopes that people will love the chocolate she makes as much as she loves the satisfied looks on their faces.
Marianne dreams of many things, but her biggest dream is to have a family again. After going separate ways from her mother, younger sibling, and elder brother. She’s spent her life alone. Even if it’s not her original family, she hopes to gain family members. It’s not like family is made up of blood, but rather feelings.
She doesn’t mind wearing ordinary clothes, but occasionally Marianne hopes to have more reasons or occasions to wear more flashy and brilliant clothes. She lived in Brussels in Belgium so long, her personality is pretty mixed. She’s not either, Dutch or French. She’s the whole of what Belgium is. This leaves her desiring to make a mix of French and Dutch things.
To have a nice home. Living as a pet or all alone, despite the fact she’s been doing the latter for years, neither sound appealing to her. She hopes to live in a home with family and friends and a gentle, cheerful, calm every day life.
Be productive. She hopes to do productive, kind, and useful things in her life time. To be useful to oneself is fine, but she also hopes to help others and not be just another passing the days by for no reason at all.
Fears ►
Losing herself; she’s been a mix of many things. Sometimes they all blur together and sometimes they all stand apart. She occasionally fears that if all these parts that mix to make up her fall apart, she’ll become some one she’s not. Some one she doesn’t like. This leaves her a little nervous about her own, whimsical nature.
Being hated; she does her best to get along with everyone. So the idea of anyone hating her leaves her a little sad. Not to mention, if people hate her, that will cause conflicts that she hates so much to arise. So all in all, she’s kinda a scaredy-cat about it.
Being alone; along with her dislike of it, she fears it. When she’s sitting at home all alone, her thoughts can some times head south. Things like what if I’m always alone like this will plague her thoughts and give her nightmares, causing her to wake up at odd hours of the night.
Unpleasent things; Such as fighting, arguing, and other such things. The loud yelling hurt her ears and the idea of people hurting each other out of anger is quite frightening and up-setting to the woman. She really can’t stand anything but playful arguments.
Personality ►
When people first meet Marianne, most can’t help but think of what a cheerful young woman she is. And this is quite the truth. The Belgian’s almost always smiling- genuinely to the surprise of some- due to the fact she takes such great appreciation in the little things in life. The mundane things that others tend to overlook in the hustle and bustle of their busy lives. While some may find it silly or cliche for her to gain such happiness from the normally insignificant things in life, Marianne doesn’t find this to be true at all. If you’re going to wait around for extraordinary or unusual or miraculous things to come around and make you happy, your smiles are going to be few and far between. So why not enjoy the things you do often? You only live once, after all. This is more along the lines of how the blonde tries to keep such a cheerful vibe about herself..
Being so sunshiney though, typically isn’t enough to make a person stand out or catch anyone’s eye. This is the case of Marianne. She’s physically fairly easy on the eyes; but her plain, inconspicuous clothes tend to downplay that fact more often than not. Her smile is lovely; but she smiles so often, it seems to have become one of those mundane things that get overlooked easily. Her personality can be quite charming; but she doesn’t speak very loudly unless she‘s shouting, and is easily bullied into other’s bidding. All of these little things about her.. Have, in time, turned Marianne into a quiet (for the most part), wallflower. She doesn’t mind, its all she’s ever known really; though from time to time, her mind does tend to wonder what it would be like to be the center of attention just once.
As mentioned earlier, Marianne is quite easily pushed around and bullied. She doesn’t like confrontation of any kind. Psychical fighting, verbal arguing or simply tense situations; she really hates them. Because of how much she dislikes these, she often winds up just going along with the demands of others, simply to avoid arguing with them. It doesn’t help her situation that she’s usually not a very adamant person; it doesn’t take much for a more aggressive personality to persuade her- one way or another- into doing as they ask.
All that aside... The Belgian is quite the little snuggle-bug most times. She’s often hugging or leaning against someone if they’re standing; Snuggling or cuddling with them if they’re seated. Holding hands is another one of her little joys in life; this simple, little act of friendship (or even something more) can make her truly happy for days on end. Do to her affectionate nature, she often forgets that not everyone is as comfortable with physical contact and physical affection as she is. Once she realizes the other person isn’t as touchy as her, she’ll frantically try to apologize, trying to think of a way to make up her mistake to them in hopes of their forgiveness.
The more people get to know Marianne, the more they’ll begin to see a playful, mischievous side of her that most people rarely get the chance to witness.
History ►
Growing up in a batch of three, there is often time for a middle born child. Marianne found out, quickly, on her own how much she loved cooking and baking. Her mother often went to work early and came home late. So the young kit enjoyed the look on her siblings’ faces in the mornings when she’d make them waffles. Wanting to see more of those expressions, she experimented with a lot of things -including chocolate. She started off small -just melting it down, adding things, and reshaping it before hardening it. But she quickly grew to love making it from scratch.
Of course her siblings loved all the sweet treats she made, but she ended up having to learn to make more balanced foods so they didn’t get sick anymore. Every night, however, she left some form of food out for her mother, or often woke before her mother in the morning to make her breakfast. This did not go un-noticed. The woman would grab the waffles and take them with her, and stay up just a little longer at night to eat the food.
With how often their mother was busy, Marianne became rather innate at caring for others. Sometimes however, it just got to be too much for her siblings that wanted their space. Her older brother did not want her nosing in his business, neither did the younger sibling. This left the young girl rather at odds. She cooked and cleaned, so why didn’t they want to spend time with her?
Years passed slowly and when the girl was only fourteen, her mother hurried moved them to Switzerland without telling them anything. She dumped them in an apartment and kissed their heads, saying her new husband would pay for their living cost, but that it was time they were weaned from her. It was a rather big concussion to take this all in and process it.
It soon became quite obvious that the three kits could no longer live together. Tensions were high and Marianne, being the convenient middle child was taking the lash from both siblings. Her brother and her talked it out, deciding it would be best for them to move away. As being the two older children, it wouldn’t be right to make the youngest go find away to live on it’s own.
They talked to their mother and assured her that they would be fine and stick together -which was a total lie. After they got permission and left together, clinging close and waving back at their mother and little siblings, they went in different directions as soon as they were out of sight. It wasn’t easy for Marianne to grow up in a human town without getting noticed
She often times had trouble hiding her ears and tails -it wasn’t like they had to be out. But she had never had to leave the safety of her home before and hide them away. Years and a thousand jobs later, she had grown up into a mostly normal young woman. She still lived alone, she’d flirt occasionally, but that’s as far as it would go. If she were to take anyone seriously, it would have to be a stable environment so she could have children without the father running off. She wanted to be able to be more nurturing than her mother was. But kids were still far down the road.
Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…
Roleplay Sample ►
Belle had finally got her daycare. The land was purchased, the building was sturdy and large. She had tons of comforters, blankets, pillows. Toys and teaching items. Disinfectants for cleaning and a emergency kit for bandaging up the kids, a kitchen with a pantry, a medicine drawer for all their medicines to be held in.. Books on shelves.
An office with a computer, printer, copier, shelves with folders and files, everything a good day-care needed to run properly. It was just a few days before summer was over and kids went back to school. She’d quickly gotten applicants for the daycare because she wasn’t demanding an arm and a leg in costs like the other daycares.
She was making last minute touch-ups, hanging posters on the walls. Moving things around. She was trying to decide where to sit the little chairs, and the large tables. These were very important, it would be where the kids ate and did crafts and other such things. It needed to be kept clean and disinfected, but in a nice spot that wasn’t too cramped. Belle tapped her chin, staring at the spacious area, before deciding the tables would be near the back of the room.
The only trouble with that was getting everything there without tripping over anything. She -could- call her broer and force some free labor out of him… But that was a bit too cruel. He had an even harder job, working at a hospital as a doctor. She doubted that he put a lot of effort into it when he didn’t have to, but she was sure he was serious about his job.
So that left only one choice! She carried the little chairs over, a few at a time, until all that was left were the two tables. She leaned against the wall, staring at the ‘adversary.’ She could attempt to drag them across the floor, one by one, but that would scratch against the floors and that wouldn’t be a pretty site at all. Her only alternative was to suck it up and try to carry them across by herself, one at a time, “Mon dieu…Where’s broer when I need him?”
An office with a computer, printer, copier, shelves with folders and files, everything a good day-care needed to run properly. It was just a few days before summer was over and kids went back to school. She’d quickly gotten applicants for the daycare because she wasn’t demanding an arm and a leg in costs like the other daycares.
She was making last minute touch-ups, hanging posters on the walls. Moving things around. She was trying to decide where to sit the little chairs, and the large tables. These were very important, it would be where the kids ate and did crafts and other such things. It needed to be kept clean and disinfected, but in a nice spot that wasn’t too cramped. Belle tapped her chin, staring at the spacious area, before deciding the tables would be near the back of the room.
The only trouble with that was getting everything there without tripping over anything. She -could- call her broer and force some free labor out of him… But that was a bit too cruel. He had an even harder job, working at a hospital as a doctor. She doubted that he put a lot of effort into it when he didn’t have to, but she was sure he was serious about his job.
So that left only one choice! She carried the little chairs over, a few at a time, until all that was left were the two tables. She leaned against the wall, staring at the ‘adversary.’ She could attempt to drag them across the floor, one by one, but that would scratch against the floors and that wouldn’t be a pretty site at all. Her only alternative was to suck it up and try to carry them across by herself, one at a time, “Mon dieu…Where’s broer when I need him?”
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Alias ► Bee
Time Zone ► Central
Contact Method ► PM
Favorite Pairings ► *Takes a deep breath.* --- I’ll save myself the trouble BelgiumXWorld
LietPol, PruPol, RoChu, EnglandXChina, HKIce, IceSeychelles, ArabiaXIraq, plus many more. --- I want a Swirl.
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