Monique Marie LeSalle

[Monique Marie LeSalle]

Monique Marie LeSalle

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&&--You, who shall pull the strings

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Name: I do have one
Age: it has numbers
Roleplaying Experience: I don't like years, they make me feel old
How you found the site: I has been here

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&&--The character cheat sheet

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Name: Monique Marie LaSalle
Gender: female
Age: Will be 20 on June 5
Hair Color: Naturally dark brown
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: fairly tan
Height: five feet, two inches
Weight: 110 lbs
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Why they are in La Campana: Health Teacher; She had taken over the position in her old school when the previous teacher had to go to the hospital for 'unknown reasons'. Now, since she's been in so much trouble with various laws and such, there has been a deal between the leaders of her old school, her brother, a judge, and those in charge at La Campana so that if she does so much time here, without too many incidents, then her jail sentence and therapy for being a loose cannon and too ready to beat people's brains out will be considered as 'served through community service'. [/size]

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&&--What makes the clock tick

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Likes:
♠ kickboxing
♠ chocolate/sweets (Secretly)
♠ racing (participating more than watching)
♠ adrenaline
♠ fighting
♠ knives
♠ violence
♠ drugs
♠ partying
♠ loud music
♠ playing instruments/singing (secretly)
♠ having control
♠ danger
♠ musicals (secretly)
♠ fire
♠ rollerblading
♠ motocross (participating more than watching)
♠ video games
♠ sports
♠ her brother (though it's hard to tell sometimes)
♠ horror/gore movies.

Dislikes:
♣ addictions
♣ dead bodies
♣ hospitals
♣ sleeping
♣ nightmares
♣ having control taken away from her
♣ police officers
♣ people who don't stand up for themselves/their beliefs
♣ cross-dressers
♣ those who don't take 'no' for an answer
♣ hugs
♣ getting close to people emotionally
♣ being hurt badly enough so that it shows
♣ crying
♣ being told what to do
♣ imbeciles

Turn Ons:
♥ arguing
♥ control
♥ intelligence
♥ inflicting pain on someone once the decision to screw them has been made (biting, scratching, punching, shoving, etc)

Turn Offs:
♦ ignorance
♦ purely submissive people
♦ being controlled
♦ a lack of a challenge

Nervous Habits:
ϑ smoking more or getting higher than normal
ϑ becoming more defensive and more easily pissed off
ϑ neglecting to take care of herself (i.e. not eating, sleeping or drinking much for days/weeks)

Fears:
⊕ Getting close to people again
⊕ dead people
⊕ having to watch more people she cares about die
⊕ becoming disabled or being unable to keep fighting
⊕ having control taken from her
⊕ breaking down in front of someone
⊕ sleeping

Goals/Aspirations:
∴ Stop anyone else that she cares about from dying
∴ to avenge those that have already died because of her
∴ to keep all of the skeletons of her past away from prying eyes

Appearance: Monique is not your typical person. She doesn't fit any kind of trend, nor does she do anything that would be considered normal. If she suddenly changes her appearance it is on a whim, and more than likely for the shock factor. Currently her hair is a very dark brown, nearly black, falling down to her shoulder-blades when left loose, and peppered with dark, blood red streaks.

Her eyes are a dark green, and often showing cold detachment or unbridled anger. However, behind those facades is a lot of unhealed hurt and a good helping of fear. Though if you happen to see that one moment of weakness, if you bring it up again, you will wind up in a lot of pain.

Monique's body is slender and feminine, although she hides most of that under loose fitting clothing, liking over sized hoodies and cargo pants. She also takes to the color black, and often adapts a punkish or Gothic type theme. Though like previously mentioned it's all for the shock factor, and she never goes all out. Usually, if you look hard enough, you can tell that she doesn't sleep much more than a few hours a week, as her eyes will get very faint dark circles under them. However those usually meld into healing bruises.

Her ears have six sets of earrings through them, and she has a tattoo of a phoenix across her left shoulder-blade in full color. There is also a bar through her tongue, which she got when she was sixteen. Monique rarely puts on makeup, but when she does bother to, she generally limits it to mascara and eyeliner.

Personality: If you meet up with Monique, you have about as much of a chance of rolling all sixes in one toss of ten dice as you do her being nice without a good reason. Chances are, she will be a bitch, and you will hate her. But that's just the way she wants it. If you hate her, then she'll hate you, and thus you won't spend much time around each other. If you don't spend time around each other, then, if you do manage to die around her, she won't really care.

Other than that, Monique is blunt. She will tell you exactly what she thinks of you, and she won't cut corners or sugar coat it in any way, shape, or form. She has no tolerance for ignorant people, and if you stand up to her, yes, you may get punched, you may get bitched out, and you may wind up hospitalized, but there is a good chance that there will be respect, albeit grudgingly, between the pair of you.

She uses drugs to keep away from the built up pain from her past, though she is careful not to get addicted to anything. If you find her high, her mood will change without any warning. Though she's generally more likely to be calm and almost fun if she's high than if she's not. However, she still will fight if the opportunity presents itself in a way that she cannot ignore.

If you are in a fight with Monique and she thinks you're good enough, there is a chance that somewhere along the lines fighting and making out turn into the same thing. If things continue, it may even turn into sex, but don't count on it she has very high standards, no matter what her actions may suggest.[/font]

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&&--A glimpse of the past

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Father: Alan LeSalle, deceased, would be 50(8*)
Mother: Christina LeSalle, deceased would be 49 (8*)
Sibling/s: Matt (primary caretaker after parents deaths) 30
Other important people: Aiden Raleigh, deceased, would be 21 (12*) “Striker”, deceased, would be 22 (17*)
Pets:Cats: Snowflake (9*) and Mirage (11*) Dogs: Jaws (13*) and Nightmare (18*)

*in relation to the age she was at when they died.

History:Monique was born into an average family. They had a house that they owned, two cars and enough money to pay the bills and have a little extra. Matt was eleven when she was born and from day one she idolized her older brother, and wanted to be just like him. And they had been pretty close since they were little kids.

But when she was eight, and Matt nineteen, she and her parents had been coming home from a piano recital for her, and had been hit by a drunk driver, both dead within a few days. Matt had been in the National Guard, on base in California when it happened, and had been given leave to take care of what needed to be done. Monique was unsure of what was going on at the time, and thankfully wasn't too badly hurt. A concussion and a broken wrist was all that had befallen her due to the angle at which the drunk driver hit the car, and consequently the car hitting the tree on the other side of the road.

After much deliberation with the higher ups, Matt had been discharged from the military to take care of his younger sibling. Now fast forward a few years, and Monique is three weeks from her sixteenth birthday. Due to her brother being the only influence on her for the most part, she grew up as a tomboy, preferring the comfort that cargo pants and hoodies give to the frills and primping that most girls clothes have. So she labeled an outcast, combined with the fact that she was the only one who had no parents but was not living with an outside relative.

Her Parents had invested their money well, thanks to her father being a banker, so they came into a sizable sum when the lawyers brought their inheritances from the various policies their parents held. Needless to say they were surprised. However neither of them let it go to their heads, and they didn't flaunt that they had money.

She grew up with a good set of morals, thanks to the combination of her parents and her brother, so wasn't in that much trouble with the law or in school, until late in her middle school years, and into her high school ones. That however did not make her an ideal student. In fact she was on the average side of delinquency. She kept a C average, but had a smart mouth and does not hesitate to tell a teacher what she thought of the curriculum if called out for not doing an assignment or not paying attention.

Monique however, wasn't always the good kid that her morals would have suggested. She ran away a lot, shoplifted, and was always getting hurt. Her brother knew most of the paramedics in their city by first names, along with most of the police forces. Her running away was how she met Aiden. Aiden had kept her grounded in a way. Yes they got into trouble, but Monique had calmed down more than she had been in a long time. He had been her first boyfriend, her first kiss, and her first love. He also had gotten shot when she was twelve. It was a random occurrence, but one that had torn open the not quite healed scars that her parents deaths had created, along with tearing open new ones.

He bled to death in her arms, while they were waiting for the paramedics to arrive.

It was then that the transformation to who she is now started into effect. She closed off to the world, turned into a grade A bitch, started fighting and smoking, cutting class and getting brought home by the cops most nights. Her freshman year in high school, she was moved into an alternative school setting, being too much for the teachers at the regular high school to handle.

She did a little better, not many people offered up enough of a challenge to get anything but bullied, but the teachers knew how to gain her respect in a subtle way. Except for a few who she was constantly at odds with.

At that school she met another boy who pushed back just as much as she pushed him. His name was Striker (nobody at that school was forced to use their birth names if they didn't want to) and he had flunked a year and a half of school for a reason she didn't care for. She had just turned sixteen, and somehow he managed to worm his way into what was left of her heart.

The biggest problem was that he was a womanizer. But she beat that out of him. He also had a weird accent that she mocked him for nearly constantly. Even though he had been born in the United states, just like her. They talked about nothing important directly. Any feelings they had were subtly expressed, and they were always fighting, so their relationship was more like randomly sparking off fireworks than anything stable. Especially since she was always trying to punch him, and he was always trying to invoke her temper.

He managed to work her guard back down over the summer, by constantly appearing when she least expected him to be there. Between the two of them at the beginning of the next year they managed to convince the health teacher to go to the hospital for psych care, although the reasonings as to why were shaky at best. Which is when Monique took over the class.

It was at the end of term break that the saying 'too good to be true' came into reality. One of Striker's former flirts hated the fact that he wasn't making his 'rounds' anymore, instead putting all of his energies into one girl. She and Striker had just gotten into another one of their fights which never lasted very long, and she had approached him, trying to get him to abandon the seventeen year old, and go back to her and the rest of the people that he had previously been with, but to no avail. He tried to push past her, she stabbed him in the chest then ran when she realized what she had done.

This time the ambulance was more responsive but it did no good. Again, someone she loved died before her eyes. But this time, Monique's shutdown was more than complete. Everyone was pushed out of her life, walls were built higher than before. She didn't grieve in a conventional way, instead, everything was pushed into less than constructive outlets. For instance Monique hunted the bitch that stabbed him down, and put her into the ICU. It was then that she had realized that she was a few months pregnant with a child that was, without any doubt, Striker's. Fortunately, for her anyways, as she would have just gotten it aborted due to her inability to care properly for her own well being, much less the wellbeing of a child, the fight caused her to lose the child, and the incident was never spoke of again.

It was also at that time that she fell a semester behind in school, due to either beating the hell out of someone who so much looked at her funny and getting kicked out of class, bitching the teacher out and getting kicked out of class, or just plain not showing up. It was then she gave up stealing, and took up something far more dangerous.

Racing.

High speeds through the city streets, avoiding cops, pulling dangerous stunts, and just barely avoiding damage to the city or the car. It was also then that she took up drugs. Never enough of one thing to get her addicted, but always enough of a slew to keep her from remembering Striker with too much clarity.

The only thing from her 'prior' life she kept up, was the health class. It gave her some semblance of control in the world that was now spun on it's head for her. It was all about control now. She was more violent than before, more vulgar, but so long as you knew how to talk to her, how to deal with her, she wouldn't attack you just yet. But she hated everyone and was now a lone wolf.

However, the person that had been put into the class to watch over her teaching, and stop her from more or less killing her students, came up with the brilliant idea to work off all of those bad marks on her record. She had a gift for cutting through the bullshit, so they arranged to spend some time teaching her all she would need to know for the class (a pretty straightforward curriculum) and send her to a school in a different country for some sort of public/community service thing. If all went well there, no problems would be had for her upon her return to the states.

So off she went. She didn't really care about teaching, but getting away from where she grew up, and where both Striker and Aiden died, was probably the best thing for her at that point.

Roleplaying Sample: Her life was dangerous. Her life was cruel and unforgiving. Filled with turmoil, violence and decay. She was four out of those five. Maybe even all five, depending on what perspective it was in. She was a dangerous person. Between the drugs, the racing, and the violence, it was a wonder she was still as physically well as she was. She was verbally cruel, tearing a person apart and spitting salt into the wounds without an ounce of remorse for her actions. She was definitely not for the emotionally unstable. Her life was a mix of contradictions, maybe even to the point of being hypocritical. She put a disclaimer on her life, for those who really got on her about it, saying she never claimed her way of living was safe or fulfilling to anyone, but it still didn't stop her. She was a kickboxer, beating hell out of whoever pissed her off. And she was escaping from the fact that everyone she cared about had died, or was dying in one way or another.

It was only a matter of time before Matt befell some horrible consequence because he was her brother. She cared about him, because he had practically raised her. She hated him, because he didn't understand. He couldn't understand. Nobody really could.

She had boxes of shit to put away. Nothing that held much personal connection. Cases of CDs, of all genres, were put on top of a sound system that most were envious of, even though she had given up making music when Striker died. There just wasn't anything that sounded right when issued forth from her. Her clothes were put away already, but she needed to find her toothbrush and toothpaste yet.

She had also given up on speaking German. Striker had taught her German, which was weird, as he didn't even have a German accent. It was closer to Russian if anything. But that didn't matter really. She wasn't here to think about him. She wasn't here to think about anyone she was here to stop people from fucking themselves over in the long run. Not like society didn't stop anyone from being fucked over...but still. They could avoid making some mistakes if they paid attention.

And if not, then she didn't really give a damn. They could leave. She wasn't a conventional teacher though, and preferred to make as many people as uncomfortable as possible. But she wouldn't lie to them. She would be honest about everything but herself, for the most part.

Unless something came up involving either of them then she'd avoid the question. Pure souls die early, unjustly. Fucked up ones like her, were killed for a reason. It was just a matter of making it a damn good one.