Post by Eclair Tonnerre on Aug 21, 2012 12:03:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rowspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500px,true][cs=2] [style=text-align:center; background-color: f1f1f1; border-left: 5px solid #79D0E1; border-right: 5px solid #79D0E1; border-top: 5px solid #79D0E1; color: E17979; font-size:40px; font-family: Italianno;]ECLAIR TONNERRE[/style] | |
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| [atrb=width,200px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-left: 5px solid #79D0E1; height:250px; margin-top:-2px;] >▍BASICS | [atrb=width,300px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-right: 5px solid #79D0E1; color: E17979; text-align:justify; height:250px; padding:0px 10px 0px 5px; margin-left:-2px; margin-top:-2px; overflow:auto;] >▍NAME: Eclair Tonnerre. >▍AGE: Seventeen. >▍GENDER: Female. >▍SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual. >▍CLASS: 2-A. >▍CLUB INVOLVEMENT: None at the moment. >▍OTHER: Heiress to the Grand Tonnerre Group. [/style] |
| [atrb=width,200px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-left: 5px solid #79D0E1; height:250px; margin-top:-2px;] >▍APPEARANCE | [atrb=width,300px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-right: 5px solid #79D0E1; color: E17979; text-align:justify; height:250px; padding:0px 10px 0px 5px; margin-left:-2px; margin-top:-2px; overflow:auto;] >▍DESCRIPTION: As the daughter of an affluent French aristocrat and successful businessman, Eclair has a certain obligation to keep up appearances. After all, she is soon to become the face of her family's empire; a representation of all that the Tonnerre's aspire to be. It should be understandable then, that she spends hours simply pondering what to wear to which benefit or social soiree, which colours are in fashion and how to style her hair. She was bred to be flawless in every way that counted, and so she takes great pride in the fact that she is - at the very least - able to look the part that she was designated to play. And there can be doubt that Eclair is a lovely young woman in own right. She attributes her beauty to her mother, who was once a famous model beloved by society for her delicate features and unparalleled grace. From her, Eclair inherited an immaculate complexion, striking, long-lashed blue eyes and a full and sumptuous mouth. Her limbs are slender and lean, with curves and dips exactly where they should be, and an enviable hourglass shape coveted by most girls her age. Her hair is long, thick and a light amber in colour, with strands of gold and chestnut woven liberally throughout. She carries herself with dignity and pride, with long practiced strides and a fluidity that would be difficult to emulate. After all, physical beauty is a tool she relies on quite frequently. Without it, she would likely have fallen short of her father's expectations long ago. No one said it wasn't tiresome to embody perfection, but Eclair believes she pulls it off rather well. It's simply a matter of who shares that opinion, isn't it? [/style] |
| [atrb=width,200px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-left: 5px solid #79D0E1; height:400px; margin-top:-2px;] >▍PERSONALITY | [atrb=width,300px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-right: 5px solid #79D0E1; color: E17979; text-align:justify; height:400px; padding:0px 10px 0px 5px; margin-left:-2px; margin-top:-2px; overflow:auto;] >▍LIKES:
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>▍OVERALL PERSONALITY: Eclair has never been interested enough to outwardly acknowledge her own shortcomings. However, the flaws and weaknesses of those around her are another matter entirely. She manipulates and schemes with unmatched grace and proficiency, with a complete disregard for anything save how it will benefit her in the future. Even worse is the fact she has gone to great lengths to charm and consort with others for her own sake, but is still quick to dismiss any sense of moral obligation towards them. In her own skewed way of thinking, people are nothing more than pawns; pawns meant to help her bring her own personal goals and ambitions to fruition. Therefore, it is not surprising that most who meet Eclair consider her to be narcissistic and self-serving in nature. She would argue, however, that it is more a matter of resourcefulness and the extent of a person's own raw determination. In fact, there has rarely been a moment in which she has ever doubted herself or her own capabilities. After all, she's more than aware of the strengths to which she can play, and takes full advantage of that knowledge. It's also true that she finds meek, cowardly individuals to be nothing short of pathetic and is unable to fathom why anyone would allow others to control them so easily. In her opinion, they squander their own pride by surrendering to the cruelty and malevolence of others, though it is by no means anyone's fault but their own. If nothing else, Eclair can say she owns up to her indiscretions, and therefore takes full responsibility for her actions. She also refuses to rely completely on another person, believing herself the only one competent enough to carry out her plans in a manner that would satisfy her. It is also why she constantly refuses to marry, wishing instead to prove to her father that she is able to handle the company and finances without the support of any man. There is always more than what meets the eye however. Even Eclair remains ignorant of the fact that she is as vulnerable as anyone else. Regardless of the emotional barrier she has erected to protect herself, there is a part of her that yearns to be accepted and liked. She was never - and will never be - impervious to emotion, regardless of whether she would attest to that fact or not. She cries when she's sad or frightened, she feels compassion for that young woman trapped in an abusive relationship and she regrets a lot of what she does. But that doesn't mean she'll change, because she's afraid of losing sight of the person she has worked so hard become. [/style] |
| [atrb=width,200px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-left: 5px solid #79D0E1; height:200px; margin-top:-2px;] >▍HISTORY | [atrb=width,300px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-right: 5px solid #79D0E1; color: E17979; text-align:justify; height:200px; padding:0px 10px 0px 5px; margin-left:-2px; margin-top:-2px; overflow:auto;] >▍OVERALL HISTORY: Lyon, France, it was a beautiful place in the midst of winter seventeen years ago. The old architecture and cobblestone roads were covered in sparkling drifts of snow, and the early morning sun shone blearily between intermissions in the clouds. A shaft of weak light slanted in through the bedroom window, where Dion Tonnerre cradled her newborn child. It was a girl, they'd assured her, and she'd immediately accepted the infant into her arms; staring down at her with a look somewhere between awe and affection. She named her Eclair, and vowed to give her a life worthy of such a beautiful creature. Thus, Eclair Tonnerre - the only child of Dion Tonnerre and her husband - lived a life of luxury and prestige. She was privately tutored as a toddler and then was extended an invitation to attend one of the most renowned private academies France had to offer. It had been an female-exclusive school, in which the instructors were all successful women whom had honed their particular talent until they had perfected it. This is perhaps the primary contributing factor in Eclair's almost feminist behavior. Women - save for her own father - were always the more dominant individual and she grew to respect and admire the strength of the females in her life, especially her mother's. One day however, one of the newly hired maids spoke of an angelic boy. Her stories of him fascinated Eclair and she came to look forward to hearing of his kind, endearing nature, his charisma and handsome features. From what she gathered, he was ideal in every way that mattered. He haunted her dreams, this faceless prince that she had only heard spoken of in the servant woman's fairytales. Eventually, his curiosity blossomed into a mild obsession, and Eclair vowed that she would travel to Japan to meet this man and judge for herself his worth. That is when she arranged a trip to Ouran Academy, where she was very well-received. After all, even amongst the wealthy students of Ouran, she remained in another league all her own. She was Elite, and was treated as such by her peers. But she was not interested in garnering popularity for herself. She was set on meeting Tamaki Suoh, and the opportunity delivered itself in the form of a celebration near the end of school year. She discovered the Host Club, the head of which was Tamaki himself. Was he everything Eclair had imagined? No. Granted, he was far more beautiful than she had imagined and as passionate and well-liked as his mother had claimed. Yes, she'd known for a long time by that point that Tamaki's mother had been employed by her father. It was the reason behind this plan she and Tamaki's grandmother had conspired in the first place. She would be engaged to this Prince she had fallen in love with, in exchange for a reunion with the mother he had thought he'd lost forever. She'd even gone so far as to threaten to buy out Kyouya Ootori's family company, the very one he sought to take over once he'd graduated, to ensure he would not interfere with her schemes. What she hadn't realized then, was that she'd simply fallen in love with the idea of him. Her plans went awry when Haruhi Fujioka intercepted their flight back to France, where Eclair was forced to relinquish Tamaki so that he could save his friend. It was an incredibly difficult and emotional moment for her, especially when Tamaki showed her kindness even after everything she had already put him through. She hadn't expected it, and it remained with her for weeks after she'd departed. She had shown weakness for the first time, had given up something that she'd wanted dearly. Needless to say, her father was not pleased, and considered withholding the family fortune from her if she did not make amends for her failure. And that is why she has decided to enroll in Ouran for one final year, fully intending to somehow repair the damage she had done to her reputation and the Tonnerre family name. [/style] |
| [atrb=width,200px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-left: 5px solid #79D0E1; border-bottom: 5px solid #79D0E1; height:250px; margin-top:-2px;] >▍ROLEPLAY | [atrb=width,300px][style=background-color: f1f1f1; border-right: 5px solid #79D0E1; border-bottom: 5px solid #79D0E1; color: E17979; text-align:justify; height:250px; padding:0px 10px 0px 5px; margin-left:-2px; margin-top:-2px; overflow:auto;] >▍SAMPLE: The gentle clinking of teacups and soft laughter were comforting sounds, familiar to her after having spent the majority of her childhood amongst wealthy socialites whom gossiped regularly over coffee. Éclair had never been particularly fond of it, but grew accustomed to its bitter flavour for the sake of such refined company. Now sufficiently on her own, the petite brunette had opted happily for lemon water instead and sipped it graciously, startlingly blue eyes focused upon the linen tablecloth as her thoughts drifted. Though the street side café wasn’t particularly the best place to go when one needed to think quietly, it was an environment she felt comfortable in. Lately the academy had grown more suffocating, the students there ever interested in her life and the reasons she had come to make her stay in Japan permanent, to the point where she felt they were intentionally snaring her within their demanding claws, ready to rip her apart at tiniest inclination. Slender eyebrows drew together as she considered the morbidity of the concept, long fingers gently easing the china tray and cup upon the table before her before she had a chance to drop it. Everything seemed able to perturb her recently; even being approached from behind was enough to have her heart racing uncontrollably. Éclair Tonnerre wasn’t someone who liked being surprised, but the events that had come to pass just a few short months ago had been enough to heighten her fear of the unknown to a ridiculous level. Tamaki’s smiling face – one expression he’d rarely worn in her presence – flashed before her eyes then, and she frowned. They weren’t memories she cared to remember, but they would certainly remain with her for the rest of her life. The sight of that young girl, Haruhi, plummeting toward the river had been enough to haunt her, but the way Tamaki had risen without hesitation to her rescue without consideration for his own well-being … it had broken her. She’d acknowledged in that moment she would never have what Haruhi did, and though it had caused her great pain, she’d let him go. It was one of the most difficult things she’d ever had to do and though part of her was relieved to know she had finally come to her senses regarding her infatuation with the boy, she also realized that her desire to attend Ouran meant she had not completely moved on. Would she ever? It was impossible to predict, especially when she was constantly passing him in the corridors. She liked to think they were on amiable terms now. At least the bits of conversation they managed during class were enough to confirm they were being civil with one another. Nonetheless, there loomed an undeniable tension and distrust that kept the invisible wedge driven in between them secured. Things would not be the same again, it seemed. And there remained – much to her dissatisfaction – unfinished business that may never have been resolved. Sighing heavily, Éclair drummed distracted fingers upon the table and smoothed the crisp white letter she’d been sent that morning out across the cloth. It had been from her mother, the woman’s elegant handwriting easily identifiable, even when rushed. Following her stunt on the bridge, her family had been receiving angry calls from Tamaki’s grandmother, fuming about the failure of her thoroughly formulated plan, the very plan she’d been brewing since Éclair’s childhood. It was amazing how the elderly hag still believed any of them still had the faintest chance at amending the injustices that had been done. They’d both hurt many people in the process, and despite her determination and love for Tamaki, Éclair knew she wasn’t a bad person. She hadn’t been raised to act so thoughtlessly when others’ lives and well-being were in jeopardy. Of course she knew there were times it was beneficial to act on someone else’s faults, but she wasn’t cold-hearted enough to cause physical danger. She’d been desperate, both for the attention she lacked at home and the praise she would have received from her harsh, expectant father should she and Tamaki had gone through with the engagement. Scanning the note that lay beneath her manicured fingers, she recognized the concern in the form of eloquent, professional sentences so typical of the woman whom had raised her. Subconsciously Éclair felt terrible to have put her through all of the trouble of dealing with both the Ootori and Suoh families, but another side of her thirsted for revenge. She would not allow her family to suffer from humiliation and embarrassment because of their unwillingness to cooperate. She was ashamed of course, and knew it was best to allow Tamaki to find happiness elsewhere but that didn’t mean she couldn’t change her target. They would all go down with her .. in the end. They would remember her name. [/style] |
