Ginelle Leveaux
Jun 13, 2010 21:29:31 GMT -5
Post by Ginelle Leveaux on Jun 13, 2010 21:29:31 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Ginelle Suzanne Leveaux
Nicknames: Is sometimes called Gin or Ginny. Also is called princess, angel, ballerina, or a variant of that pet name by the older students.
Age: 10
Orientation:HeterosexualToo young to be interested in such things.
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Anatomic Separation
Play By: Elle Fanning
The Details
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings? One in each ear.
Any Tattoos? Hahahaha no.
Any Scars? The usual childhood ones on the knees from falling, but none that stand out.
General Appearance:
Ginelle is a petite girl. She looks like a China doll and, if her Mother assumes correctly, is just as breakable, if not more. She actually isn’t correct; otherwise, she’d be in thousands of pieces by now. She is very tiny, standing at a diminutive height of only four feet tall; six inches below average. She is also petite when it comes to weight as well. She weighs only fifty eight pounds, which puts her BMI to 17.7, also below average. However, her tiny body is perfect for what she does.
Ginelle is a ballet dancer at heart. She pirouettes better than some adults. She is lithe and flexible and has very good balance. Even her gait shows how good she is at ballet, she walks and even runs with a grace most girls only dream of achieving. She is able to bend into the most impossible of positions and can hold them for a long time. She can bend backward and grab her ankles.
On top of her grace, Ginelle also has more things that set her apart from everyone else. She is very beautiful for someone at her age. She has fine blonde hair that goes to her shoulders. She can curl it for special occasions, but most of the time it is straight. She has beautiful eyes that are wide and bright. They are a stunning color of aqua blue and some people joke that if you look into them, you become hypnotized by her. She has very nice, straight teeth that are brilliant white. Her skin is also very beautiful; she has a nice ivory look that makes her look like a pale angel. In some lights it looks a little chalky, but in most lighting, she looks very pale, which makes her look either sickly or virtuous, depending on the kind of person you are.
When it comes to clothing, Ginelle likes sundresses in the summer and jeans and sweaters in the winter months. She looks nice in pastel versions of pink, blue and yellow. She likes checkered dresses and dresses with lots of ribbons. She also likes to have ribbons in her hair as well. She is still in the childhood stage where she thinks dresses are the most amazing thing ever.
Ginelle also is very good with posture. She keeps her back straight and holds her head up high unless she is required to look down. She keeps her lips together and her teeth apart, her eyes are hooded unless she is excited, which is often, so really, her eyes are always open as wide as possible. She tends to make people look over their shoulder to see if they are missing anything. She crosses her legs at the ankle and not at the knee. She keeps her hands folded in her lap unless she raises it to ask a question, and even then, she does it with grace, holding her arm up straight and still until called upon. She’s the quintessence of ‘elegant’.
Ginelle’s only flaw is her lack of athletic skill outside of ballet. If she were to hang from a horizontal bar, she couldn’t pull her own body weight up. Sit-ups or push-ups would be the death of her. She can’t run for more than a few minutes without getting tired out. She has been known to faint if she runs around outside in the sun for too long. She isn’t fast or strong, just graceful.
Personality:
‘Childhood is a land where nobody dies.’
Ginelle is a little girl and people tend to forget that. She loves tea parties and stuffed animals. She wants to be a ballerina. She loves the color pink. She’s still afraid of the dark and believes in the tooth fairy and that there are monsters under her bed. But at the same time, she’s an adventurous girl, often pretending to be a pirate; running, jumping, and climbing trees. She’s too young to join the realms of reality and too old to stay in the land of make believe all the time. So, she stays in both in equal amounts. When she’s in class or with older students, she forces herself to dwell in reality, but when she’s alone, she’s in her own world. She’s naïve when it comes to the world around her.
‘Is there a point when one can be too kind?’
Another thing about Ginelle is that she’s very altruistic. She believes everyone has some good inside them, but it’s hidden away sometimes and just needs a little help to get out. She was sheltered as a child and therefore doesn’t know about all the evil in the world. She’s very gullible, if someone pushes her down and says they’re sorry, she’ll think they really are, even if it was the fifth time they’ve done it. She loves being nice to other people. She loves to help those who are less fortunate then her. She’ll give a flower to a crying girl; a kiss on the cheek to a sullen boy. She lives in a world where everyone plays fair.
‘Energy... How can children have so much of it?’
Like all small children, Ginelle has a lot of energy and nowhere to put it. She skips when she should walk, and sings when she should be silent. She tries to be a good, quiet girl, but it’s very hard for her. Her attention span is like that of a small dog. She’ll focus on her studies only to be distracted by dust particles catching the light. Suddenly, she’ll be daydreaming. She will climb trees and run around until she’s tired just because she can. If you let her go, she’ll go until she can’t go anymore. She hates being bored. She’ll sometimes read other books besides what she’s supposed to read during class. It’s hard to get her to focus on anything but ballet.
‘If variety is the spice of life, feelings are the essence of it.’
When children grow up, they contain themselves. They hide their feelings and bottle them up, or let them loose behind closed doors. Ginelle hasn’t grown up yet, so she doesn’t know how to do this. She laughs when she is happy, cries when she is sad, and yells when she’s mad. She’ll get so giddy that she’ll make herself faint from excitement. She’ll get so angry she’ll scream and the face will get red and she’ll stomp her feet and gnash her teeth and turn into a wild, untamable thing. She’ll get so sad that she’ll cry and cry and she’ll cry so hard she’ll make herself sick and hiccup and sniffle for hours on end. She is a vibrant child and she wouldn’t have it any other way, because if she did, it would be very boring and she’d loathe it.
‘She tried her best, but now she can’t win...’
Every person has a dark secret inside of them, or something that is eating them. Ginelle’s secret is that she thinks she’s the reason why her parents got divorced. She thinks that if she becomes the best ballerina in the world, her mother will come back. Her Father always tells her that the divorce wasn’t her fault, but she doesn’t believe him. She tries as hard as she can to please her Mother. She sends report cards and awards, but she gets nothing back. She won’t give up, though. Even if it takes her whole her life, she’ll keep trying to get her Mother to come back to her.
Your Vices
Likes:
• Ballet •Being told she’s a ‘big girl’ • Carrots • Classical music • Cranberries • Strawberries • Climbing trees • Dancing • English • Flowers • French • Giraffes • Happy endings • Her Father • Jumping • Kittens • Magic tricks • Makeup • Mistletoe • Nice people • Older boys who are cute • Oranges • Panda bears • Parasols • Peaches • Piano • Pineapple • Pirate stories • Ponies and horses • Precious Moments dolls • Pretty dresses • Punch and Judy • Puppies • Rabbits • Raspberries • Reading • Rock candy • Running • Shopping • Stuffed animals • Tea parties • Teachers • The color pink • The color orange • The way her father smells • Top hats • Weeping willows • Yo-yos • Zoos •
Dislikes:
• Alfredo • Asparagus • Bad Smells • Being bored stiff • Being called little • Being Short • Being Sick • Boring princess stories • Bright yellow • Chicken pox • Chocolate chip cookies • Crying • Dead animals • Fish • Fishing • Frogs • Getting in trouble • Girls who are mean to her • Grape juice • Grapes • Grapefruit • Hair-pulling • Her sister • Hunting • Immature boys • Lemons • Lobsters • Long trips • Math • Peas • Puppet Shows (except Punch and Judy) • Scary stories • Sitting still for a long time • Small, crying children • Spanish • Temper tantrums • The color green • The word ‘divorce’ • Throwing up • Waltzing •
Strengths:
• Ballet • Detaching her head • English • Art • Poise • Imaginative • Resourceful •
Weaknesses:
• Losing body parts (fingers in particular.) • Controlling her emotions • Losing her temper when she’s called short • Inside voices • Invading personal space • Asking questions that shouldn’t be asked • Staying on task • Being normal around other kids •
Fears:
• Big dogs • Heights • Loud noises • Monsters under the bed • Ravens • Small spaces • The dark • Wolves •
Secret:
• She blames herself for her parent’s divorce • She likes lima beans • She still needs a nightlight •
Family Ties
Father: Dr. Andrew Gregory Leveaux (34)Renowned Author
Mother: Imogene Opal Cabal(32)Professional Ballerina
Siblings: Clarisse Diamond Cabal (14) Lives with Mother in France
Any Other Important People:
Pets:
Athos, Porthos, D’Artagnan (Box turtles)
Aramis (A stuffed lion she carries with her at all times)
History
Nicholas Leveaux was a very smart man, to be sure, but when it came to love, he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box.
It had started when he was sixteen when he begrudgingly went the theatre with his parents. He would’ve much rather been home writing, which he was exceptional at, but his parents refused to let him stay home and commanded him to come with them. With a notebook tucked in his jacket and a pencil up his sleeve, he went; convinced he would sneak off during the ballet and write in the lobby like he had done so many times before. It was just after the ballet started that he snuck out, and there he bumped into Imogene, who had separated herself from her parents and had gotten herself lost. Stunned by the beauty before him, Nicholas escorted her to her box seat and to her waiting parents. He then returned to his parents and spent most of the play gazing at her.
Imogene’s family was rich like Nicholas’s. Her Mother had been a prima ballerina, and so had her Mother before her. Her Father was the owner of a string of theatres, including a few in the Moulin Rouge. It turned out that Nicholas’s Father and Imogene’s father were roommates and close friends in college and they began to get reacquainted. It wasn’t long until Nicholas and Imogene met again at her home while the family was visiting. He told her that he liked her dancing. She told him that she liked his tie. She had a sense of humor and wit he hadn’t seen in any female before. He started to court her and she accepted his courtship.
They got married a few years later, when Imogene turned nineteen. She had no formal schooling beyond high school, but she still maintained her wit and charm. As customary, nine months after the wedding and honeymoon, Imogene had a girl. They decided to name her Clarisse. Imogene was the one who chose the name, stating it was a personal favorite. Her middle name was decided upon when Nicholas said it should be after a precious stone. They moved to London after the marriage, so Nicholas could go to college at The University of London.
It was then that Nicholas hit his big break with his writing. He made murder mysteries with cunning twists that no one ever expected, but when he got his bachelor’s degree in psychology he became even better at it. He became involved in his college schooling and achieved his doctorate in Psychology. After that, he also wrote advanced psychology textbooks, in both French and English, for colleges and high schools to use. He became acquainted with Hammel Institute when he wrote a thesis on psychology in meta-humans and observed students and instructors there. While he had been very biased against meta-humans before, his view on them drastically changed over the course of his study. It got to the point that he advocated meta-human equality in France.
It was after his big break and his trip to America that Imogene became pregnant again. She had her daughter after only seven and a half months of carrying her. They were afraid she wouldn’t make it. They struggled with her health for many months. She was in and out of the hospital for the first year of her life. She soon became Nicholas’s world. He was afraid he’d lose her. She was named by him and she carried his favorite name, Ginelle, and Imogene’s Grandmother’s name was her middle name, since she had passed away the year before. Imogene told Nicholas he should pay attention to Clarisse too, but Nicholas waved her off, saying Ginelle needed him more, which she did, at the time.
As the years passed, Clarisse began to resent her little sister for taking up her Father’s time. She would torment her when no one was looking. Even when Ginelle got older, her sister still bullied her. She pulled on her hair and pushed her. Ginelle began to escape to her own world to keep her sister away. Nicholas encouraged his daughter’s imagination. He’d have tea parties with her and read her books and play pirates with her. This angered Clarisse even more, and even Imogene became incensed. She accused Nicholas of loving Ginelle more.
It was a dark time in the Leveaux household during Ginelle’s childhood. Her parents fought, and even when Ginelle tried to please her Mother by practicing ballet, nothing would make her happy. Ginelle's only friend seemed to be her pet ferret. Imogene loved Clarisse, and Nicholas loved Ginelle. It was a hard concept to understand at the time. It seemed that it was impossible for a parent to love only one child, but it was true. Nicholas didn’t like what Clarisse did to Ginelle, and Imogene believed Ginelle was spoiled and Clarisse only wanted her Father back.
It was when Ginelle was seven that they split up. Imogene went back to France with Clarisse and Nicholas stayed in London with Ginelle. Ginelle cried for days after her Mother left, thinking the divorce was her fault. Her Father comforted her, bought her toys and dresses and books. Ginelle eventually stopped crying and began to try and get her Mother to come back. She was good at ballet and she loved it. She thought if she did well, her Mother would come back for her recitals. It was during one of the recitals that Ginelle discovered her power.
Her Mother had come to one of her dance recitals like Ginelle had asked. Being only ten (and a half, she’d like to point out) years old, it’s needless to say the little girl was excited. She was so excited she made a mistake and fell onstage, toppling over two other girls and causing everyone else to stop. Even the music paused. Feeling everyone’s eyes on her and her Mother’s disapproving glare, she wished she could just fall apart.
And she did.
To her credit, she made twelve people in the audience faint along with every single young girl onstage. Her Father recalled that she looked about to be sick, and her head leaned forward, not to throw up, but to roll off. The theatre cleared, the children’s tears were dried, and Ginelle was taken home, shamed beyond belief. Her Mother never contacted them again, but someone else did.
After a long and vulgar newspaper clipping was discovered by the Hammel recruiters, they came to visit their old acquaintance Andrew in London. Extending an olive branch, they gave their old friend an offer to send his daughter to Hammel. Hearing about the school in Switzerland, Nicholas felt more comfortable sending his daughter to a school he was familiar with. He also moved to America to be closer to her, taking a job in New York so he could come visit her at school once a month.
Standing on the steps at school, her Father gave her one warning. “Don’t lose your head.”
Her reply? “I’ll try not to let it fall under my bed.”
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