Temperance Duchesne

[temperanceduchesne]

Finished? DONE!


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Kity!
Gender: LAAADY
Experience: Too long.
Location: Over the rainbow, under the bridge, across the river, beneath those rocks and to the left. Your other left...

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Temperance 'Temper' Lyla Duchesne [pronounced: doo-shen]
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: March 29th
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Electrokinesis -- She first used her ability one hundred and two days after her sixteenth birthday. When it first occured, she had been baking sweets with her youngest sister in an Easy Bake Oven. While reaching over to unplug the thing, Monet grabbed onto Temper's knee. Temper felt the cool hum enter through her fingertips and flow through her body to her knee which followed with a scream from Monet. She'd burnt her fingertips.

That time was the only strongest current she'd possessed over a following year. After that, she'd only been able to touch an outlet of some sort and deliver a shock. Once a year had passed, she was able to give a harsh enough shock to stop a thought process. By the time she was nineteen, she could have been able to revive someone from cardiac arrest. Just recently, she's been able to produce small shocks, similar to those when she was sixteen, on her own after much concentration without any electrical source.

She has put much time in being able to possess a current once she's taken it in but she has a hard time in the amount she releases. However much she takes in, she can release (most of the time) when she chooses, but always all of it.
Beliefs: "We were born this way and if the Untainted can't accept that then we'll just have to show them who's the best."

Ever since Temper first discovered her ability, she took notice on how poorly the Tainted were treated for having something that others didn't. She viewed it as jealousy and hatred of the different. She became determined to prove just exactly what they should not hate but should most definitely be frightened of.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: A slate blue, possibly dove gray color at times, set in an almond shape and just slightly slanted.
Hair: A dark brown in color that falls several inches past her shoulders. It's usually an unkempt mess.
Height: 5"9'
Weight: 126lbs.
Distinguishing Features: A water drop shaped scar between her index finger and thumb that had been received from a piece of ember flung on her by her oldest brother. Two lightning bolt tattoos, one each behind her ears and next to her hairline.
Other: She keeps her nails long and painted, typically a color that her outfit has least of. As far as clothing goes, she wears torn, baggy blue jeans with stockings underneath and long-sleeved shirts or sweaters. Layering is always key in her life. She hates showing off an ounce of flesh. She enjoys wearing Adrien's biker gloves as well, whenever she can successfully snatch them away. Last but not least, a pair of earings with several small yellow lightning bolts and a long black feather on each.



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- pretty things
- lightning
- creepy crawlers
- pens
- soda pop
- cigarettes
- outlets
- coloring books
- matches
- siblings (minus Esmé)
- classical music
- daft punk
- piano, violin, cello
Dislikes:
- flatworms
- staircases, esp. winding or enclosed
- authority
- alcohol
- perfection
- new clothes
- meat
- untainted (majority of)
- men (majority of)
- women {majority of)
- small children (majority of)
The Good Points:
- when necessary, she can throw a pretty nasty right hook.
- quite surprisingly, she's a very honest and to the point girl when she does talk.
- when she allows herself, she has the potential of a "sweet" and "caring" person.
The Bad Points:
- severely independent
- has a hatred for the untainted
- doesn't communicate well
- or often for that matter
- she would, and could do quite well, torture a person
Habits:
- watching her feet as she walks
- twirling a lock of hair
- chewing on things; remotes, gum, pens, skin, etc.
- picking at her nails
Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
- possession: her ultimate collection of pens
- possession: several instruments
- other: anexity - staircases
- other: vegetarian
- other: virgin



o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: Sanglignée, France
Family: [Current Ages]
- Bernard Duchesne; 53; Father; Deceased (Heart attack); Tainted
- Bella Duchesne ; 51; Mother; Alive and Well; Untainted
- Adrien Duchesne; 26; Brother; Alive and Well; Tainted
- Esmé Duchesne; 23; Sister; Alive and Well; Untainted
- Monet Duschesne; 11; Sister; Alive and Well; Tainted
- Claude Duchesne; 8; Brother; Alive and Well; Tainted

History: She was born in a hospital to two pretty ordinary parents, the third out of (eventually) five children. Her mother knew right away that this would be the heartbreaker of all her children, the cause of trouble. Bella didn't realize how right she was to name her child something so fitting. She was raised in a healthy environment, minus Temper's issue with going out in public. She'd scream and cry at every coo and pinched cheek, hating the attention. Other than that, she survived infancy without a problem, with the exception of a few ear infections.

Talking, walking, and wanting soon came and Temper perfected a tantrum. The only person to snap her out of it was Adrien. It would be assumed that Esmé's dislike for her baby sister began here. Everything Esmé got, Temper received too. If Esmé wanted to do something, Temper had to follow along with. Not because Temper wanted to, oh no. These were when the tantrums became a key act. Bernard wanted to bite the bullet on a family hatred before it started, although his attempts seemed to fail more than succeed.

When Temper reached the age of nine, Monet was born. Although Esmé had always battled with her sister, this was when the war started. Monet latched onto Temper and Adrien's relationship. The six year difference between brother and sister never occured to them. When they were younger, he pulled her around in his little red wagon. Now that he was 15, he pulled her along on the pegs of his bike. By the time Monet was three, they'd become a trio. Esmé was always the popular girl in school. She made sure Temper's name was as good as trash by the time she'd entered.

When Adrien turned 17, he'd felt for the first time the effects of his power. Because of Bernard having magnetokinesos, it was a celebrated event you could say. When it came time for Esmé to start having her own, nothing came. Next it was Temper. At first, she didn't realize that she'd been given her gift until her father finally convinced her and threw her a celebration as well. Perhaps this is what set Esmé off, why she went around town telling everyone she could find that both Temper and Adrien were tainted. Temper lost the handful of friends she gained through hard work and her views on the Untainted slowly began to shift.

Esmé took joy in plotting when her friends would next attack Temper. On her twenty-first birthday, she'd sent a man Temper's way. She didn't care how far he would try to go with her sister, just as long as he made her feel worthless. To Temper, this was the icing on the cake. The man had almost been successful, but she delivered him a shock that put an end to his seducing ways. She'd left the house and found an apartment like Adrien had done several years ago. She hung out other places, and began meeting people with the same interests. The kind of people that hated the Untainted just as much as her.


m i s c

RP Sample: [W] Eden Yoshida -- MP
She'd been there for going on thirty minutes now, swaying her body on the dance floor. Several seemed to keep their distance from her, others were simply drawn in. She figured she might as well dress up for this visit, she'd been coming here so often she could be considered a regular. Flat, knee-high leather boots, her favorite pair, a pair of black satin shorts, and a tight, black leather vest. Make-up was minimal, just simple black eyeliner and clear shimmer lip gloss. The only thing that seemed to be out of the ordinary happened to be the five scratches skimming her right cheek, one significantly smaller than the other four. She'd left her hair loose, having no intention to fight tonight. But, just in case, she'd left one gun strapped to her thigh and out in the open for all to see.

She'd only come to Confessions for a simple meeting with the owner. A lengthy voicemail was left discussing a job that needed to be taken care of. She was told to mingle in the open while waiting for the owner. After giving the bird with that sexy smile of hers, she decided it would be a good idea. Most of the club-goers tonight were dressed tacky, most seemed to show off too much flesh for the "right" kind of attention. Eden had been in this business her whole life, she wasn't stupid about how addicted mortals like herself had become to the feeling of being bitten, simply being used for their blood. The thought disgusted her.

Her hips moved seductively, her lips just barely pursed. She knew she had a body, and from the looks of it, she knew just how to use it. She followed every curve that happened to catch most eyes. If ever asked, she would admit to loving this sort of attention. She knew she may not have what some men wanted. Her breasts were small and, although she had a finely shaped behind, her ass was lacking in the term 'booty.' It didn't help much that her fine skin on her cheek had been marred, but they weren't deep enough to make any lasting negative impressions.

A tall, dark man approached her calmly and only to leave her with a small envelope. He leaned to whisper something in her ear, that to which she smiled. Those who were well trained at reading lips would have seen the 'fuck you' pass through hers. She stepped away and stuffed the small thing next to her left breast and made for the bar. A Budweiser would satisfy her every need of getting wasted. After she would finish the bottle, she'd leave for another bar to find some easy lay. But for now, here she was, casting glances around the pathetic faces of these people. Until one in particular had caught her eye.

His attire was simple, but he definitely didn't fit in. His eyes weren't sunken with bags, he held a good posture, and there was something about him that could have possibly been... intimidating? Eden was interested. She pushed herself away from leaning against the bar top. After a few quick footsteps, she was standing next to the seat on his left.

"Is anyone sitting here?" Without waiting for a single response, she'd taken it and gave him a good head to toe. Not bad looking. He might be able to get away with a few bruises on her. She wondered how his bed wrestling was the most. She let her small smile dance across those lips at such a devious thought. "You don't fit in and I haven't seen you here before. Might you have a name?" She quirked a brow, that smile of hers now hinted with her cocky nature.
Character Model:Darla Baker

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