name;; fleur bellemare

occupation;; cloud swinger

affiliations;; asile

infected;; no

mun;; angie [nightpalsy]

appearance;;

Like biting into a delicious, juicy apple, Fleur is everything her name portrays her to be. Delicate, beautiful, enchanting, but easy to crush. Her vanilla skin, her petals, is soft like the finest Chinese silk, and her lush, chocolate locks are like grains of sand cascading through your fingers. The secret behind the magic is kept locked away in the brown-greens of her eyes - and if one looks too close, they could discover it.

background;;

Papa always told his petite fleur was always the most beautiful girl in the world. For a time, she believed him. She believed everything papa said, even when he told her maman left them because she felt it was for the greater good. She'll come back some day, he'd said, because she loves you very much. Fleur was as oblivious and naive as they came, and took in every word.

Her papa belonged to a vast, marvelous circus that she couldn't remember the name of for the longest time, no matter how often he said it. When he tried to explain his job, he told her he flew in the sky - and this time, she didn't believe him, and begged and begged to come and watch. And she saw papa fly.

Trapeze, he called it. He told her one day she could swing through the air just like him, given time and practice and hard dedication. Over the years, he taught her everything he could about the art, and brought her with him on occasion to the circus to watch him. But one day he decided she'd learnt enough. Said to Fleur, you don't need to know any more. And what could little Fleur say to that?

The years drew by, as she merely watched from afar her papa work on the trapeze, with her dreaming of following in his footsteps but knowing she couldn't. Was he afraid of her surpassing him, she thought? And when she approached him about it, he never gave her a straight answer.

Come her twentieth birthday, Fleur decided she'd had enough. She exploded at him. The fight rocked through the house, and it stunned them to silence hours after. They had never fought, in all the time that he'd brought her up.

That same night Fleur packed her things and left her papa forever.

She wasn't sure when she arrived in Sector 01, but settling in took a few months. It was hard to find a job, and she took what she could, living in a dump of an apartment on the eastern side of the city, dreaming of a day when she could join her own circus and live the life her papa never would have allowed her to.

And then she met Reno Pasqualle.

activities;;

Practice doesn't always make perfect - because there is no such thing. Even so, Fleur puts as much heart and soul into her practices as she does into her performances, because one wrong move, and she's down for the count.

Ballet often frequents itself into her daily time, and every time she dances, it's as though it's the last day of her life. Back when papa wouldn't let her train with him anymore, she took it up - and loved it the very moment she put on those slippers.

Fleur spends a lot of her hours in parks, playing with the children in her neighborhood and striking up conversations with their parents. She loves children, but would never have one of her own, and finds strength in the smiles on their little, innocent faces.

strengths & weaknesses;;

Fleur is the type of person to believe that everyone has flaws - she has them, her coworkers have them, people on the street have them. She recognizes both hers and others, and it's this trait that lead people to believe that she knows more about them than they know about themselves. She's perceptive. She sees.

Despite everyone's perceptions of her, she's not as homely as others are prepared to think. She can cook delicious, mouth-watering meals, but she's very uncaring about the state of her home and leaves things lying around. Things die in her house a lot - the many, many fish (twenty dead and counting) and various potted plants, but the flowers - not surprisingly - thrive.

She's a sculpture put together by everything her papa taught her, and Fleur tries to break out of that shell like her life depends on it.