LeClaire, Etienne Olivier (DONE)

[Etienne Olivier LeClaire]

Etienne Olivier LeClaire



"Your steady mistakes give me a bloody rush. We burn at the stake, while you keep pressing
your love. You're sad. Sad. Sadly mistaken. So let me make you familiar. You say you're going
up, I beg to differ. I think your going straight on down...down...down,
in a hail of gunfire! ----------------------------"

ANYONE CAN SPEAK TROLL, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS POINT AND GRUNT
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full name:Etienne Olivier LeClaire

nicknames: Tienn, Etie, Lord LeClaire
current age: Appears seventeen, in actuality is four hundred and fifty years old.
date of birth: October thirty-first, fifteen seventy-two
hogwarts house: Slytherin (new transfer)
current year: seventh year
affiliation: Neutral, for the time being.
sexuality: Pansexual - he sees little point in limiting himself. And allows his desires to go which way they will.

WE EXCEED EXPECTATIONS JUST BY SHOWING UP FOR THE EXAMS
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likes:

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▪ Freedom - who doesn’t like doing what they want?
▪ Books - He finds that knowledge is a greatly underestimated strength. And particularly enjoys potions.
▪ Art. Of any kind.
▪ Blood
▪ Power
▪ Intelligent conversation, companionship, and people
▪ Getting his way
▪ Things or people that spice up his immortal life
▪ Secrecy and Mystery.
▪ Passion
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▪ Blatant stupidity. He won’t put up with idiots for any length of time.
▪ Being told he’s wrong
▪ Losing
▪ Boredom
▪ Being questioned
▪ Nosey people
▪ Mornings.
▪ Prudes
▪ Squeamish people
▪ Being annoyed
[/ul]strengths:

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▪ His ability to adapt
▪ His intelligence. He’s incredibly keen minded, and learns new things easily.
▪ Silver tongued. He knows how to get his way.
▪ His ability to be annoyingly patient until you push him to far.
▪ His creative mind. He’s an artist at heart, and wields a mean violin.
[/ul]weaknesses:

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▪ Going without blood for to long. Fairly obvious, that.
▪ His temper.
▪ His drive is a weakness because it can leave him as blind to things he might have otherwise noticed.
▪ His inability to trust
▪ His very blunt nature
[/ul]amortenia:

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▪ Blood
▪ Chocolate
▪ The scent of midnight
[/ul]fears:

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▪ True Death
▪ Relationships
▪ Having others finding out what he is. Not out of shame, but out of sheer need to survive.
[/ul]desires:

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▪ To find his niche
▪ To gather knowledge and be free to tinker with his potions to his hearts content
▪ To have his coven safe
[/ul] dementor:

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PATRONUS: King Cobra

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HE'S NIPPING OFF TO THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS FOR A CUP OF TEA
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describe your character in six words: Intelligent, Arrogant, Driven, Silvertongued, Eloquent, Mysterious

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WE TRIED TO SHUT HIM IN A PYRAMID BUT MUM SPOTTED US
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hometown: Marseille, France
current location: Paris, France

parents:

• Father - Gilbert LeClaire, 60, None - Former French Wizarding Nobility - Deceased
  
• Mother - Madeleine LeClaire, 25, None - Former French Wizarding Nobility - Deceased
  
• Sire - Baltasar LeClaire, true age-unknown, Coven Master, Renowned Wand Maker Extraoridnaire
  

siblings:

• Adopted younger 'sister' _childe (pureblood, vampire) - Antoinette Valentine LeClaire, appears 21, but is actually 150 years old. Owns Ailes de L'amour - A matchmaking service for the wizarding population of Paris. A second office is soon to open up in Diagon Alley.
  
• Adopted younger 'sister'' (pureblood, wizard) - Nicolette Jaqueline LeClaire, 14, expected to arrive at Hogwarts
  

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history overview:

[/I] the Lord died, was a complete utter mystery. Some wizards fancied that the family estate was cursed. Or that the wizard had done something to deserve it. But it left Etienne as the new head of his family’s estate. Not uncommon, for the time. But never the less, something he wasn’t quite ready for. Upon inheriting this new title, Uncle Baltasar moved in to keep watch over him. He was young, would need guidance, and it only made sense at the time.

Etie never noticed how pale the mysterious dark haired man was. Nor did he notice he kept an odd schedule or possessed odd habits. Even as far as a wizard went.

Fate, in all its mysterious ways, chose to interrupt his life once more. Two weeks before his seventeenth birthday he suddenly fell to illness. This one, as mysterious as his father’s. He was bed ridden, unable to find the strength to rise. The family healer couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. The days went on, and his strength waned with every hour. He was dying, there was no helping it. It was hours before his uncle Baltasar found the cause. The family manner was indeed cursed. There was a rune, etched on the left side of the house. Cursing the LeClaire members to their death through illness and murder. The product of his father’s disgruntled mistress. But it was to late for Etienne. Or so, the healer told him.

His uncle had a secret, and the wizard wasn’t about to allow his last living blood relative to die.

It came to light, in those last hours…that Baltasar wasn’t remotely human. Vampire he told him. And not his uncle, but one of the original members of the LeClaire household. And, Etienne’s ancestor. He offered to do the one thing he could to stop the mysterious illness. He offered…to turn the boy who reminded him so much of himself. It didn’t take him long to agree to it. He didn’t want to die. So it was that night, his ancestor turned him. He was fed by a willing servant girl, loyal to the family. Then he was shown a spell, so that he could walk about during the day. The next morning, those that didn’t know about him thought it was a miracle he was well again. Pale, yes. But alive.

That was the beginning of his life as a vampire. His uncle’s coven moved in, and they became his family. To the rest of the world he went about as normal while attending his duties as a Lord. It was only when they couldn’t hide what he was anymore did he and the coven disappear. Leaving the estate empty, and spreading rumors that the LeClaire curse had finally taken its inhabitants from the world.

From then on they traveled. Baltasar had a lot to teach him, and he was ever eager to learn. To grow, in strength and harness this new found power. It was on a return trip to France, that they came across a beautiful brothel girl unconscious within an alley. Beaten, wounded, and surrounded by well dressed humans. They were not heroes, Baltasar and Etienne. But there was something about the girl, that drove them to action. The thugs were disposed of, the girl saved. She was taken back to the family home to heal, and when she woke they found they liked the quirky young woman. Antoinette was intelligent, charming, the right sort they needed to spice up their lives because immortality could be dreary. It was some months later, that Etie was the one who brought her over. His first childe, and sister of the night.

The years went on, and centuries passed by. More travel, only added fire to his need for knowledge. And more close calls than he would have liked. People couldn’t be trusted. It was on a visit to Corsica that they found the youngest member of the family. Nicolette was another descendant. Of his father, no less. And the mistress who’d caused their misfortune all those years ago. She was an orphan, who had dreams of the past. Etienne was drawn to her the way he was all the members of their family. It took little convincing to get the young Witch to come with them. It wasn’t long after, that they settled in Paris along with the rest of the coven. Posing, as a normal pureblood wizard family.

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HE CAN RUN FASTER THAN SEVERUS SNAPE CONFRONTED WITH SHAMPOO

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[/I] he’s attractive. He knew he was beautiful even as a human. And a few centuries of survival haven’t changed that in the least. He’s content in his own skin, confident in himself, and perfectly willing to flaunt what he has. He’s quite adapted himself to the changing times. Not even the change in styles, regardless of what he thinks of it, manages to trip him up. Though he does forever have a touch of the old ways in him when it comes to his dress. Its something he pulls off, without being to obvious.
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WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE TOLD US THIS YESTERDAY WHEN WE WERE AWAKE?

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alias: Tara
age: 24
timezone: Central
roleplaying experiance: 16 years give or take o_O *suddenly feels old*
other characters: None
contact details: PM
custom title: n/a (I can't think of one x__x)

roleplay sample:

[/I], scented with exotic spice filled the room. It brushed along the entire room, before settling in the center of the floor. It whirled, there-darkening for a moment. And when it cleared, he was stepping from it with a woman on each arm. One, was a petite Japanese woman clothed in an elaborate ivory gown. The design of it was somewhere between her own heritage and that of the masquerade thanks to the cranes and cherry blossoms decorating the entire dress. Nakano was his human servant. And bore the stature of a Queen. While the other woman, was the one responsible for their entrance. She was a tall creature, with hair of moonlight that seemed to float around her, and skin of caramel. Her curvaceous frame was clothed in a cloudlike, wispy confection that left little to the imagination without flashing her intimate bits.

The Djinn did so like to make an impression.

“Go play nice,” He told them both. But one orb glanced down at the pale haired creature directly. “Don’t cause to much trouble.” Eyes the color of melted gold batted up at him, as if to say ‘who me?. Before Nakano curled her slim arm around Otrera and the pair were drifting off. Forward, he sauntered. Every step was confidence laden, and attention commanding. He wore it like a second skin. He’d donned a stylish black coat, and wore a deep blue vest beneath it. It wasn’t exactly in line with the masquerade‘s theme. But it was elegant drama, that he appreciated. With a touch of period flare in the rings that decorated his fingers. Somewhere hidden within the folds of fabric adorning him lay a slim, ornate dagger that had purpose beyond being a weapon. It was time for a family reunion that had been a long time coming. So many plans had led up to this day. It would all be worth it in the end.

Not to mention…he really was glad to see them.

“I do hope that you lot aren’t causing mischief for our little sister…” He sighed, as he swept up beside Antigone. Silver, and a myriad of other colors flickered over his cobalt gaze as he settled it on Stefania. The vampires around her were paid no mind as he moved closer. “Stefanaki, dearest…it has been far to long.” Then he was straightening, studying her closer as he did. She’d grown up, these past centuries. It wasn’t a physical thing. Because they were vampires after all. They looked physically the same as they had all those years ago. But things had altered internally. He saw it perhaps more than the others. Purely for the fact that he was the elder sibling. Even amongst his triplet brothers.[/blockquote][/ul] [/font][/size]

TEMPLATE BY SCINTILLA OF CAUTION

[chita ariah rodriguez]

ACCEPTED !!

yay another vampire! ohkay, so go ahead and make all
of your claims and whatnot. don't forget to fill out the
"who's who" thread too! oh, and i also think that etienne
and my vampire charrie should plot :3 anywho,
HAPPY ROLEPLAYING !! (: