this girl needs a wake up call ;;

[marie victoire]

baby britain feels the best,

let's talk about you,

name, call me ali

age, eighteen

experience, eight years

password, && something about a forty year old virgin

miss marie victoire

full name, adeline marie victoire

nicknames, ree, 'm'

gender, femme fatale

age, seventeen

sexuality, gets down with the boys

social status, high school

grade, junior

career, part-time model

portrayed by, mona johannesson.

you put yourself apart,

likes,
color of the sky after a huge storm, getting café au laits on rainy Mondays, beignets, partying on Friday and Saturday night, photography, hanging out with her brother, kissing boys, chilling with friends, red pandas, chanel, tennis, horse back riding, the color silver, cute dresses, clothes in general, secrets, getting what she wants, being challenged, winning, her career, France, her family, strawberries, dancing, taking risks, clever insults, being blunt,

dislikes,
fake people, heat, humidity, seafood, spiders, losing, unmotivated people, hypocrites, the color orange, Monday, rules, restrictions, anything boring, not getting what she wants, working long hours, tabloids, gossip about her

flaws,
single-minded to the point of recklessness
impulsive, doesn’t consider consequences
addiction to the social scene
has lack of self-control
likes her alcohol
comes off as quite shallow

secrets,
obsessed with impressing her mother
petrified of failing
more insecure than she lets on
has a quite scandalous past in France she plans to keep hidden . . .
at least for now
media whore

personality,

unstoppable; She is one of the most intense people you will ever meet. She’s been told she’s “single minded to the point of recklessness” Everything she does is done with exhaustive energy and there is never a limit to anything. You can call it what you want—overachiever, glutton, perfectionist, annoying—but that doesn’t change anything. She lives life in the fast lane—Autobahn fast. And sometimes even that’s not fast enough. Sometimes it’s too fast. And because she is so driven, ambition can be her best friend as well as her best friend. Ambition is a wonderful thing when you don’t let it blind you—it drives Marie to through life with the strength of a bulldozer, and the energy of a small nuclear explosion. With more grace, of course. She is jaded enough to not get fooled by blind ambition much anymore, though every so often she trips and falls because of it.
Ree is so driven that she can not stand people who are weak of mind whatsoever. She needs people that can keep up with her—people who are equally as headstrong and cruel. It’s who she feeds off of, who inspire her. The quiet introverts have no place in her world—they never will.

hit her hard; Ree’s life hasn’t been stable at any time, thus she doesn’t get attached to anyone or anything very easily. She gets attatched to friends, but not lovers, and she doesn’t really feel like she has any loyalties to anyone other than herself, her close friends, and her brother. She relies on her modeling, it’s been the only thing that has really kept her stable and level-headed, and provides quite the salary as well. It’s her passion and her drive—because it’s something she can do without too much effort, unlike school where she struggles with her grades, which are usually somewhere between average and exceptional. Nothing special. But at modeling, she is special. She does it because her Mom is impressed by it—Marie feels like it makes her mother love her more, that she had to be beautiful to be accepted. It’s a lie of society that she hasn’t learned is just that—a lie.

not serious; Marie is a party girl. Her life is one big party. She hasn’t figured out how to take life seriously. Right after she was shipped to London at 16 she swore her brother to secrecy as she took a year off and just focussed on modeling. She returned to school, of course, but grudgingly. Her life has been one big party until now, and she hasn’t really woken up from the dream life . . . yet. When someone finally bursts her bubble she’s in for a serious wake-up call. Because as of now, problems are fleeting. If they are there, she ignores them, and as a result, has a whole closet full of skeletons she pretends aren’t there. She thinks she’s untouchable, that her life is utterly perfect, and she can party all she want without consequences. But those consequences in her past aren’t too far away, and it only takes one match to light a wildfire. There is plenty of dirt lying around to ruin her. The only question is who is daring enough to set the flame?

tough love; Ree knows how to work the opposite sex and finds them a bit boring, to be frank. Not that she doesn’t love to play a good game of cat and mouse, mind you. Quite the contrary. But if someone is going to catch her eye she figures he’s got to be a challenge—someone who is hard to figure out and as hard to catch as she is. Though she’s quite the slick little flirt. She’ll talk as smooth as snake, and with about as much hidden poison too. She likes driving the boys wild then leaving them there, standing stunned. She loves playing word games, and physical games, but when it comes down to going all the way, she’s a bit more guarded. You have to work for it.
With girls, Marie has a more love-hate relationship. She love her friends, and is fiercely loyal to anyone who breaks through her hard façade—no matter what. This tremendous loyalty is appreciated by her close friends, but most have no idea how sweet she is deep down. However Ree can be a bit catty towards other girls, making her come off like the stereotyped prototype she’s come to embrace.

not all about me; She's changed a lot since she came to London, and quickly. Here, she's no one. Here, she's just another girl-her face just happens to be on the cover of Vogue and Elle now and then. But she's no superstar, she's not on top of the social ladder and she's not unusually special. It's been humbling, having to make friends and learn how to sort of live-life over, in some aspects. But it's also been a blessing because she's been able to reinvent herself. She's no longer the slut of the school, she has some respect, and she'll give it back more willingly. She's trying hard to make her way to the top without completely destroying her image. She'll drink, but she won't get completely wasted. No more passing out and waking up in unframiliar beds. No more having the entire school know who you slept with and when. No more fake friends . . . right? She's trying her best to create a mix of her old life and new, sweet with enough poison to stay edgy. Right now she's still transitioning. You never know what you are going to get. She can be super sweet and outgoing, or she might just snub you for no reason at all. She doesn't have a god complex as much as she used to, she's experimenting.

socially gifted; She’s got a ‘I could care less’ attitude, but inside, she’s just your average teenage girl. She spends so much time carefully constructing her exterior that sometimes she forgets about just being herself—even if that isn’t perfect. Marie gets lonely. She gets heartsick. She gets tired. She feels ugly. She gets jealous. She hates being outshone, and when she feels insecure, her animosity towards the world increases exponentially. In order to keep from being outdone, she just puts up walls, thick, steel walls to keep everyone else out. The few she lets in are those she deems ‘worthy’—the upper class, the pretty, the noteworthy. But there is a problem with that—a flaw in the plan. Those are the people who can hurt her the most, tear her down from the inside. The people whose lives revolve around the seven deadly sins on a regular basis—the sly, wealthy kids that are just as cruel as her. And in the glamorous world she lives in, the people she trusts the most really can’t be trusted at all. Because in her world, it’s every girl for herself, and if that means cutting down someone to get to the top, nobody is stopping you.

fights problems with bigger problems,

family members,

edward nicholas victoire,
legend in his own mind, troublemaking older brother, ree's partner in crime, her greatest secret keeper, and a total asshole who knows how to throw a killer party
william paul victoire
affluent international club owner, has string of hot-spot clubs in Paris called by namesake Victoire, the levelheaded, forgiving father
gisele marie victoire,
former French fashion IT girl and model, notorious ex-society princess, mother who marie constantly tries to impress, cold, indifferent, loving towards her husband


not so brief summary,

» born january 26 at her estate in Bordeaux, France
» moves to Paris, France at 5 with parents
» home schooled, began at age 6
» lacking social skills, sent to prep school at age 11
» takes to it a little too well, parents worried
» marie becomes ‘IT girl’ within months
» gets into party scene
» begins to model at 14
» career takes off instantaneously, hit at fashion week, Paris
» toxic mix, gets further into party scene, tabloid regular by 16
» parents angry, ruining family name, ship her to Britain
» marie bitter, angry, plans to reform long enough to return to France
» reform plan falls out within a year
» marie unhappy, but stuck, makes most of it with william
» models full time for a year, behind a year in school
» begins secondary school at 17 as a junior
» still stuck in Britain
» modeling career successful, her only saving grace
» now pretty messed up

detailed history,

It was a rainy day in January that Marie's mother, Giselle went into labor amidst controversy and public embarrassment due to questions about the father. You see, Giselle and Edward were the result of a scandalously patched up marriage after a very serious, but short-termed relationship resulting in the pregnancy and eventual birth of Marie's older brother William after they were hastily marriged. The media often harked that Giselle was less-than faithful, and Marie only seemed another way to get that into the papers. Not that her parents didn't love each other, but the media coverage only foreshadowed the social tycoon their daughter was to become. They raised their daughter at their huge manor in Bordeaux, France until she was five, quite literally a spoiled bratty princess who might as well have been an only child. She was given all the ponies and dolls she could have asked for, and began developing darker social habits because of it. A week and a half after her fifth birthday her parents moved to Paris, France into a new home they had rebuilt in the city, where she began to be homeschooled. She prefferred this to her going to public school, at least she thought so at the time. Her brother opted for private school, and because of it was leaps and bounds ahead socially.

Marie's first name isn't Marie--it's Adeline (ahh-dell-eeen). But when she was learning to talk she called herself 'ree, so her parents figured it would be easier to teach her 'Marie' than Adeline. Less syllables. And then they planned to switch her over to 'Adeline' when she could talk better, but somehow that never happened. She's always gone by Marie her entire life, and that's how she introduces herself to people, and how she's labeled on her modeling portfolio. It's all she's ever really known.

There is little to report in Ree's life from the ages of 5 to 11, she grew up more spoiled than most kids, but totally lacked social skills and was completely and totally naive, and often manipulated by her older brother because of it. Her parents began to become seriously worried, and felt that sending her to the same prep school as her brother would help her social skills. At first, it was like throwing a fish into a tank of sharks, but Marie's naivity and wide-eyed innocence wore off of her far too quckly. It was alarming how fast she grew up, learned how to use make-up, groom herself to a tee, and build up fake appearances. She learned the art of manipulation, of twisting the truth, but also gained the skills to make friends and stand on her own. Before she knew it she was in with the 'IT' girls, and though she seemed a temporary, disposable fixture, she was still living on a higher social rung than most. What really sealed her place among the elite was a chance run-in with an old agent of her mother's, who was taken by the girl and pressured her mother into taking her to a few go-sees, which quickly became booking shows. It was literally a whirlwind that Ree couldn't control. She was all over the shows at fashion week, Paris, then went onto Milan, and spent some time in New York. New York is where she got her first taste of the fashion party scene. And trust me, that's not all she got her first taste of there.

A year passed, and at fifteen, she seemed untouchable. She was on top of her career, a frequent partier, an expert on alcohol, and had her name plastered on all sorts of different media. She had rumpled the sheets of more boys than she could count, and her reputation wasn't the greatest. Notorious, but not respectable. Her grades were sinking slowly, and her friends weren't exactly of the highest caliber. She was obsessed with the rumors about her, and it was taking a toll on her health. She wasn't eating, and the gossip was getiting more and more malicious. And she didn't realize just how unhealthy it was. Her parents began to worry about her again, especially her mother, who had experienced the life Marie was leading-and had lost much of herself along the way. Thinking it best, at 16, they shipped her to Britian with her brother, 18 at the time, in a small villa they bought for the two. At first, Marie was completely devastated. All her friends, everything she worked for, she was being forced to drop it all. No more glitz and glamour and night. No, only dreary old London. No gorgeous France countryside or annoyingly large eiffel tower.

Though it would seem like Marie and William had the perfect set-up, thier own house and no supervision, that was only so limited as their parents came to visit them far too often. Never the less, Marie swore her brother to complete secrecy as she dropped school for a year, focussing on modeling and laying low so that she could move back to Paris with her parents. She scored some major modeling campaigns, but she became increasingly unhappy as her parents stood firm in her decision to continue life in England. She realized that this whole 'reform' thing wasn't going to change anything, and William helped her to make the most of whatever she had. He got her into Finchley, and though it was no upscale private school, it was something. And that was what Marie was going to have to settle for. At least for now, anyway.

Having to start a year younger because of how far behind she was in curriculum, she adjusted to school alright. The language-thing was no problem, she was fluent in both English and French, as she had been taught both growing up. But it was strange to be so much older than her peers. So much more jaded. Sometimes she honestly feels quite lonely, probably one of the reasons why she is so close to her older brother. As a junior at Finchley, she's made a name for herself on the party scene again, sick of having to keep her repuation clean with no hope of moving back to France. She mades school-gossip frequently, but the only serious gossip the kids would get was those printed in the tabloids, but even those aren't as interested in her, as she wasn't much of a name in England as she was in France. She's worked her way up on the social ladder through her usual manipulation and cunning, and doesn't have a problem with it. She's poised near the top, and there are plenty of people who would love to see her fall. Her social position is quite fragile, as she's made a new name for herself, her partying in France and less-than respectable reputation kept under lock and key, and if anyone found out, she knows that her reputation here would end completely. Here her party-life wouldn't earn her merit like it did back home. Here everything was different. And the entire world loves a good scandal. She's just spending her time praying that she won't be it's next victim.

show us what you're made of,

Darkness was something that Bella knew well. The way it embraced the human soul was absolutely delicious, intriguing. Something that often compelled her to dwell in it, letting it eat at her. Darkness hid the scars of times past, and it eased the pain of the present. It obscured the future. It was so ambiguous that you didn't realize just how deadly it is until it has already taken hold, already sunk it's teeth into you and injected it's venom . . . it was addicting. And to some, it was fear. Because darkness was unknown, it took things away, took it all away. And sometimes you found others in that darkness, and sometimes you lost them there again. That was what scared people the most, it seemed. The fact that darkness had no definition, no promise, no hope. And there was something about human frailty that didn't allow it to live without hope. What weak, wicked things humans were. Tortured by such a state as darkness. How easy to manipulate. How easy to torture. You see, for the chosen few, darkness was a weapon. And in that darkness a devious smile flickered on a pair of crimson stained lips, deepened by the shadows of flickering candlelight.

And above those lips were two very sharp eyes, now reflecting the same devilish hints as her smirk, glowing with a sort of sick pride. And above those eyes were two perfectly groomed eyebrows arched in some secret sort of pleasure. Long locks of hair cascaded down her shoulders, a dark chocolate waterfall, thick and shiny. A thin yellow headband pushed the strands from her face, the color popping against her hair. Her features were exaggerated in the darkness, something that wasn't always the most flattering, even for a girl of her fine breeding. However the overall glow of superiority radiated from her figure with impressive force, making up for anything her features lost in translation because of the darkness. Just as imposing was the click-click-click of her shoes as she sashayed down the corridor, shoulders back, in that usual way of hers. She moved through the shadows like she owned them, and, had she had the means to, she probably would have. Bellatrix was used to getting what she wanted-no matter what it took to get it. And, more often than not, getting what she wanted took a little bit of manipulation. Or a little bit of clever corruption. Either way, Bellatrix knew how to play games. And at the moment, she was in the mood to play one. Now who was to be her first victim?

As she approached the entrance to the common room to begin her search for a young one to torture, a platinum blonde head caught her peripheral vision, a blonde head that she was very familiar with. Brows arched higher ever so slightly with mild interest, her smirk fading as she pushed her lips together in debate. This deserved more investigating than those pathetic second years. A graceful change of course turned her towards the boy, eyes regarding him without too much emotion. If someone asked her to describe the boy before her now, she probably could say less than she'd have liked. The two had been what you could call 'friends', she supposed, but it seemed as if the two, so lost in their own egos and cold personalities, had missed something along the way. Not that Bella didn't like him. In fact, she, quite secretly, admired the boy. He was strong. He was cold. He was striking. Something that a lot of the sorry excuses for Slytherins weren't. He was one of the few elite in her eyes, and that, coming from Bellatrix, was saying something.

Slipping her slender hands into the pockets of her dark blue coat, the bottom of which ended a few inches above her old uniform skirt, she pulled up to a stop just in front of him. She pushed her lips into something that resembled a closed mouth smile, but not quite. "Lucius, that lost puppy look was so last year." She fought the urge to roll her eyes, because she was already being less-than-understanding with him. But she was sure he was used to it by now. Everyone was. But perhaps this once she could drop the act. Perhaps just this once she could let her guard drop just a fraction. Perhaps. Or perhaps this was about to all blow up in her face. "So was is so desperately troubling it has driven one of Slytherin's great into the dark?" Her tones weren't the most understanding, and they definitely were not sweet, but it was coming from Bella, what did you expect? She wasn't a cake and frosting kind of girl. But, as she spoke, she was earnest, not realizing just how deep the actual meaning might run.

[stella mccartney,]

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