Fleur Isabelle Delacour

[Fleur Delacour]

DELACOUR, FLEUR ISABELLE

Oh je veux partir sur la seule route où il y a du vent
Je suis la jeune fille aux cheveux blancs

Your name/alias: Becks
Age: 24
Experience roleplaying: Several Years
Other characters: Hermione Granger
How did you find us: Fred and George Weasley

Character Name: Fleur Isabelle Delacour
Nickname(s): Fleurette
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Birthdate: Remember it is 1994
School: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic
Blood Type: Pure blood

Appearance: Fleur Delacour is descended from Veela, strikingly beautiful creatures known for their long, flowing blonde hair and shimmering pale skin. Though only a quarter Veela, she still has a similar effect on young men as these fantastic creatures; men go slack-jawed and are often struck dumb in her presence.. She's tall and thin with a curvy figure, and has two big blue eyes at the center of her heart-shaped face. Fleur's lips are full but delicate, like a geisha's, and there's often a hint of superiority in her smile that comes across more often triumphant than haughty.

Even though she is graceful and feminine, Fleur has a strength to her which surprises most people she comes across. There was a reason that she was selected as one of the many to represent Beauxbatons, and it wasn't because she had the shiniest hair. Which she does, of course, but that doesn't help you fight off dragons.

Play-By: Elisabeth Harnois

Likes: Dancing, gardening, French wine, flirting, shopping, mushrooms, snow, swimming
Dislikes: English food, drizzly rain, goblins, ghosts, gnomes
Strengths: Healing charms, learning new languages, transfiguration, keeping calm in a crisis, loyalty
Weaknesses: Losing her temper, latching on to her first impressions of people, vanity, haughtiness, whining
Pet Peeves: Girls who don't wear make-up, poor hygiene, people who bounce their legs while sitting, people who talk to themselves while reading, having to beat boys away with a stick
Mirror of Erised: Standing at the center of a large, happy family
Enjoying a comfortable, luxurious lifestyle
Winning the Triwizard Tournament
Fears: Claustrophobic, fears harm befalling her family, snakes
Boggart: Large snake
Dementor: During her fifth year at Beauxbatons Fleur was attacked by an older student who had grown tired of her rejections. She managed to break free but she could still feel his hot, moist breath on the back of her neck as he tried to pin her down and hear the horrible things he said to her
Patronus: Fleur has always had an easy life, but the moment she was selected to apply for Beauxbatons' Triwizard Champion for was one of the proudest and happiest of her life. Her patronus takes the form of a peacock.
Amortentia: A rich Merlot, rosemary, the salty air of coastal beaches

Relationship status: Single

Turn ons: Good hygiene, bad boys, leather, big smiles, strong bodies
Turn offs: Snobbery, meanness, baldness, bushy mustaches

Personality: Fleur Delacour is a remarkably beautiful young woman who has the power to enchant men and boys alike, yet this often renders her intolerable to other females. She is aware of the power she holds over other people, men specifically, and doesn't hide behind false modesty either.

Fleur comes across as rather haughty to those who don't know her very well. She has a tendency to speak ill of things that she finds distasteful, a good example of this would be her loud criticisms of the decor and food at Hogwarts when she first arrived for the Triwizard tournament. She doesn't necessarily dislike everything she sees, she just tends to make her opinions known, even if her opinion is unwelcome.

Fleur is very passionate about the things she loves. She is fiercely competitive, which is what drove her to enter the Triwizard Tournament, and she is also quite amorous. She is French, after all. Fleur is also an incredibly loyal friend and does what she can to please those she cares about without sacrificing herself along the way.

Mother: Apolline Delacour, 38, housewife, Half Veela.
Father: Claude, 45, Magical Historian, pure blood.
Siblings: Gabrielle Delacour, age 6
Other important figures: None

Birth place: Aix-en-Provence, France

Overall history: Fleur was born on May 23, 1977 to Claude and Apolline Delacour, Neither were surprised that their daughter grew to be as beautiful as her mother, who is half Veela, meaning that Fleur herself is a quarter Veela. She was the only child for many years until shortly before she left for Beauxbatons in 1987, her younger sister Gabrielle was born. Fleur took a shining to her younger sister upon first setting eyes on her and they've been very close ever since. Since she is so much younger Fleur has more maternal feelings towards Gabrielle, naturally, yet they are closer than a mother and daughter ever could be.

She calls her home in Provence a little cottage, but in reality it was once a grand manor kept by house elves. Her parents did not wish to keep house elves, considering it beneath them to enslave such creatures. Fleur herself has never seen a house elf, but she knows they live to serve. Her mother tends to the house mostly, but raised her daughters to know how to cook and clean for themselves, often having them help out around the house.

At Beauxbatons, Fleur is one of the most popular girls in school, which means of course that she was desired by all the males and envied by all the girls, who act as her friends mainly out of jealousy. She does have a few true friends, however, some of which are traveling with her to submit their name for Triwizard Champion on behalf of Beauxbatons. She's had excellent marks in school mostly due to her practical exams - her professors marvel at her talent and application of skill. She hates magical history - anything old, really - but she loves the palace at Beauxbatons and will miss it, especially considering that she will be living in an old English castle for the remainder of her schooldays. She is excited to practice her English, however, and had been for sometime very interested in moving to England after graduation to get a job.

Roleplay sample: Fleur followed Bill inside and looked around, catching her first glimpses of the home he'd grown up in. His family was still sleeping, which was a mercy to them, or they would have seen the sneer distort her pretty features in response to what she saw. The kitchen they had entered into was rather shabby, and the large kitchen table was worn and surrounded by several mismatched chairs that had several nicks in the wood. In fact, everything around her seemed worn and mismatched, even wallpaper that peeled near the windowsill seemed as if it didn't match other sections in the kitchen.

"So what do you think?" Bill asked, and Fleur could tell that he didn't expect her to be impressed. In fact, there was a mild hint of sternness in his tone that suggested she better pretend to like what she saw. Fleur did nothing of the sort, but she replied as nicely as she could. "Eet isn't horrible. Your muzzer keeps a clean house, no?"

Bill beamed at her, her unenthusiastic reply was a positive declaration to his ears. He hugged her quickly and pecked her on the cheek before removing his scarf and walking further into the kitchen. He told her to make herself at home while he went to go wake his parents, and Fleur thought that very unlikely. She was used to a much larger, tidier home with furniture and decorations that were much better kept and actually matched. With a sigh she decided to remove her coat and start the kettle. Fleur had always loved English tea, and she was glad to find that the Weasleys had a tin of fragrant smelling tea leaves near the window. She scooped a few into a chipped floral teacup and flicked her wand at the kettle, which whistled loudly.

"Merde!" she swore under her breath, flicking her wand once more to silence the noise. She shot a glance over her shoulder to see if anyone had woken. There was a creak as if someone was stepping down the staircase, but no one appeared. This house seemed to creak even if no one were moving around inside it, and Fleur got the feeling that it would fall to pieces if a good deal of magic weren't holding it up.

She poured the hot water into her teacup and sighed. She didn't mind that Bill had such a poor family, money mattered little to her even though it had never been a problem in her family. While not incredibly wealthy, Fleur was accustomed to an easy lifestyle which was apparently not what Bill had experienced growing up. She wasn't sure how good of an idea it had been for her to meet his family so early in the morning. She liked to time her interactions with people, and she knew that she would make a better impression during the evening, but Bill was eager to return home for the holidays, and his love for his family was one of those sweet things that she loved about him. Besides, Fleur always impressed people, whether she tried or not. That quality was really what made her life so easy.

Sipping her tea, Fleur decided that one cube of sugar would do it and searched around until she found a ceramic jar filled with granulated sugar. Hmm. She found a small spoon and put two scoops into her tea and stirred, blowing on the surface of the hot drink before taking another sip. Parfait.

This time the creaking she heard from the stairs came from footfalls, and Fleur turned around to see two disheveled creatures following behind Bill into the kitchen. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked tired but happy, and they both greeted her warmly. Fleur was inclined to dislike the mother, as mothers generally disliked her, but she smiled politely to them both.

Well. This should be interesting.