Post by maleficent on Feb 1, 2014 4:18:25 GMT -5
Séverine Labelle/Maleficent
Gender:
Female
Age:
18
Occupation:
High School Student/Attendant at a high end boutique
Family:
- Morgana Labelle - Mother
- Francois Labelle - Father
- Diablo - Pet Raven
Strengths:
Dark Magic: Self explanatory really, she was once the favoured fairy of the queen of all the fae. However, she saw that the way of light magic was inherently weak, she quickly proved to be subjectively one of the best practitioners of the foul and profane dark arts. She is a force to be reckoned with when challenged.
Intelligence (As she calls it, others call it ruthlessness): She understands the finesse required to get to where she desires to be and through her guile and sheer elegance of her deviousness will stop at nothing to accomplish her goals. Not as arrogant as she once was, she knows how and when to react and will bide her time until such time as her strategy can best be utilized.
Other Strengths: Pride, Persistence, Rationality
Weaknesses:
Vanity: The hubris of many a villain of the tales of old, Maleficent - or Severine as she is now called - is still a slave to vanity. Not as much in regards to her beauty but in regards to her own skill and capabilities. Her status as a fairy, albeit a dark one, has made her view her own skill and strengths as above that of any other force on the earth. As such, despite planning meticulously, she rarely factors in the threat of being undone by someone she considers lower than her (see: 90% of the populace that don't match or beat her in some way).
Emotional Vulnerability: Once upon a time, there was more to her than being a cold and monstrous mistress of evil. She was stung beyond repair by someone she once gave her assistance to out of love. The event hardened her heart and made it as frigid as the winds that beat down in the antarctic planes. However, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down there is much pain. It manifests itself in extreme bouts of emotion which can often cloud her judgement. So despite her maintaining a distant face to the world, even the slightest injustice that she feels is done to her will slowly bubble and cut away at the deeply pained soul until she takes action.
Other Weaknesses: Arrogance, and just about all her other strengths when taken to extremes
Quote:
"She's like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness" - Fleetwood Mac, Rhiannon
Personality:
An austere, and undeniably elegant figure, Severine conducts herself in a very regal way. Every moment of the day she is poised and aloof, like a marble statue that stands on a podium far out of reach. There is an ethereal nature about the severity in which her jaded but calm voice rings out from her mouth and her flamboyant but graceful movements. She is indeed like a statue in every sense of the word. Immobile and cold to the touch, she often gives the impression of being arrogant and haughty. Which is very true for she once was a fearsome and mighty witch. Hardly anything phases her - even the most personal jab at her is returned with a condescending smirk. She rarely minces words but is capable of being charming and intoxicating in a way that is almost supernatural when it suits her.
However, as soon as that facade drops, one sees the true nature of her face. She is malevolent, and vengeful. She is wrathful and self-centered. Those that dare get in her way often will see the darkness that reverberates within. There is something deep in her core that is rotten and fetid, tempestuous and violent. She does not feel love or compassion anymore. At least not in the way a normal person might. Perhaps she was always destined to be evil; perhaps she was misled by power that she wasn't ready for. Nobody knows for certain, she keeps herself and her innermost thoughts guarded closely and jealously.
Yet, once there was a gilded young fairy-woman whom was tender and kind. Her love was once all encompassing yet overbearing, all together too good. A small sliver of that purity remains deep down inside the mire of the rage and evil that is housed inside the porcelain skin of the young woman that was once the Mistress Maleficent.
History:
She was the right hand to the Phantom Queen, she whom ruled over the fairies. Even from a young age, Maleficent - or Carabosse, as she was once known as - knew that she was destined for greatness. She was far more talented than all the other fairies. As a reward she was showered with affection and admiration from all around her, even the queen herself. Maleficent was the complete antithesis of all that she would become.
Whatever could have caused her to abandon the affection and adoration of all that were around her? Whatever else could it be? Love, pure and simply. It happened when a wounded prince stumbled into their realm. He was beautiful, a man whom made her heart stir in a way it had never before. But he was gravely injured. It was a slow working poison that would cause his body to succumb to rapidly increased aging. Nothing that any of the fae folk tried could cure him. Yet, despite the imminent threat of death, he remained composed. His restraint and good humor fanned the flames of Carabosse's affections.
His condition worsened over the months he was with the fae folk. Determined to not see her love die in such a terrible way, she stole away to a realm of magic that was forbidden to them. She scoured the arcane tomes of dark magic and practiced the arts for what felt like years, for the flow of time there was greatly different. She knew that such forbidden knowledge would lead to her exile. Yet she would bear that cross if it meant saving him. For self-sacrifice was the greatest indication of true love. She hastened back, only to find that he had expired just a few short minutes earlier. Carabosse, bereaved and desperate waited for the sun to set and performed a dark, terrible ritual to bring him back to life. The cost of it was an eternity of servitude to the darkness. Her immortal soul was to forever be bound to the devil. She consented and the Prince was raised. She told him of what she did for him out of love. However, he scorned her, proclaiming her as a dark witch and evil temptress. He revealed her new-found nature to her folk. She was chased into the forbidden mountains and proclaimed as Maleficent, Dark One, in their archaic tongue.
Enraged, scorned and desperately alone, Carabosse quickly became embittered but embraced the darkness that now held onto her soul like a lover. She came to accept the mantle of Maleficent and became what she now is. Her greatness was the evil that enshrouded her. The powers of hell and dark magic were hers to weave into powerful enchantments. She ascended the limits of the good natured magic of her people in a way they were too terrified to understand. Within the dark she found true power. For twenty years she built up her dark fortress and her own respectably large army of evil minions. Yet, she stalked the Prince that scorned her love from the shadows like a specter. On raven black wings of hatred she watched on as he found love and produced offspring. She might have simply forgiven him if he had acknowledged the part she had played in his happiness. However, no such mention or praise did she receive for the last selfless thing she had done. So the tale of Sleeping Beauty became legend. She was of course vanquished, but part of her separated. Whilst Maleficent may have existed in another form, the part of her that still possessed her true name remained in limbo. It was not until some cosmic shift caused her to be reborn, this time in a different universe where she lacked any of her powers. This form was Severine Labelle, daughter of an influential and rich family in Storybrooke. From her lofty gated house on top of a hill, she mulls over the past she knew she lived in and amassed her new army of subservient morons: the cheer leading team. From the outside she seems to enjoy her privileged life, yet she longs for the dark magic she knows that courses through her veins. For it is the only comfort she has ever known.
Likes: Dark magic, evil, long walks on the beach, ravens and black cats, idiotic sycophants whom follow her every whim,
Dislikes: Aurora, being challenged, her past, when her pores become obvious, not being the most powerful being she knows of, experiencing pain, selfless acts, heroism, true love and most of all, good.
Roleplay Example:
A post from a roleplay set in current day Japan (site is no longer active)
It was an early Saturday morning; the sun was just starting to peek through the taller buildings of the Tokyo skyline. Her eyes were closed; some smudged traces of the eyeliner from the previous night were there. Lana was fast asleep on her bed, well if it could be called a bed. It was a pretty crappy looking mattress that lay on the floor with a couple of cheap sheets thrown over the top. Most privileged girls of her kind of background might have bemoaned ‘roughing’ it like this when daddy was offering to help pay for her to live in much better conditions. Lana wasn’t most girls though. She for some reason enjoyed waking up to the dismally furnished apartment. There was a Murakami book on the floor next to a lamp that was plugged into an extension cord that eventually led to the nearest power point. She turned over to her left in her sleep, sighing a little bit. It seemed even in her sleep she was apathetic. Go figure.
An alarm on her phone that lied next to her bed went off, heralding that it was now six thirty in the morning. The tune that blasted out was Heart’s “Barracuda”. Despite Lana actually liking their music, it was a pain being woken up at all, so she groaned as she turned around and reached blindly to shut it off. Once she eventually emerged from her bed, she walked over to her wardrobe, or rather an empty piece of wood which had a couple of things hung up on coat hangers, with her suitcase at the bottom of it. She threw on an oversized buttoned up white shirt and then walked out of her bedroom. The apartment was a quite small three roomed, no frills kind of place: a kitchen/living area, the bedroom and a very cramped little bathroom. For showering, Lana had to take a trip down to the communal shower block. Her friend wasn’t kidding when she said to Lana that this particular apartment was far too cramped to do much with apart from sleep and eat. Thankfully, there was a small balcony that she could sit on and read. It was pretty much where she spent her time when she was at home.
She tied her rather messy hair up into a loose side ponytail and walked out onto the balcony. She leaned on the railing and stood out into the distance. She narrowed her eyes as she stared out, looking at nothing in particular. She’d have to go to work later on today. Driving around and smelling like cheap food. The life of a contractor was an interesting one that was for sure. It was always interesting for her seeing how people that couldn’t be bothered travelling a short distance to get food, and rather had others deliver it to them. Maybe it wasn’t as bad over here as it was in Australia, but it still fascinated her slightly. Though, their laziness put money in her pocket. She was not going to complain.
Lastly... Where did you hear about us? Online, through google I believe.