Margaux Therese Lefevre

[Margaux Lefevre]

LEFEVRE MARGAUX THERESE

Your name/alias: Jessa
Age:18
Experience roleplaying: An expanding fair amount.
Other characters: Percival Weasley
How did you find us: Coercion from Alicia Spinett

Character Name: Margaux Therese Lefevre
Nickname(s): Margie, Mar, and Marie
Sex: Female
Age: 17
Birthdate: January 20th, 1977
House: Beauxbaton student
Blood Type: Pureblood

Appearance: Margaux, although loathe to admit it, is fortunate looking. Typical to those from Southern France, she has pale skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. She has a narrow, angular jaw and bright red lips that settle comfortable under a pure blood nose. Her face is sweet, eyes wide, and lips unintentionally parted. Her legs stretch on for miles and her neck is as long as a swan’s. There is a grace to her lithe limbs and easy composure that makes her seem old despite the innocence spread behind her eyes.

Despite all of this, she is the most homely of her six brothers and sisters. Her siblings are quick to point out her widely spaced eyes, thick eyebrows, uncontrollable hair, and birthing hips. In a family of crafted perfection, Margaux is an eyesore. Her mother often encourages her to lose weight, color her hair, pluck, pull, and rearrange. Perfection comes at a price.

Play-By: Talulah Riley

Likes: French wines, most foods (she eats ravenously), flowers, Russian poetry, scorching heat, bitter extremes, Edith Piaf, young men with bad hair, British slang, fine lingerie, pet names, and architecture.
Dislikes: Spanish anything, hard liquor, flirting, receiving compliments on her appearance, smoking, young men with too much swagger, boredom, and fame.
Strengths: Modesty, tolerance, good taste, patience, determination, and grace.
Weaknesses: Distrust, lying, emotional, addictive personality, submissiveness, oblivious, and passive aggressive.
Pet Peeves: Smokers, being judged by her appearance (good or bad), really terrible food, the Spanish accent, and crass humor.
Mirror of erised: to do something meaningful, never marry, and never become her mother.
Fears: dragons, dementors, and rats.
Boggart: Margaux fears above all that she will become her mother: purposeless and bitter to the point of shallow cruelty.
Dementor: When she was young, she used to be a few pounds heavier. Her younger sister, Blanche, proclaimed to the middle child, Vera that “Les gras est laid” or “Fat is ugly.” At this point, Vera agreed. To which Violette (the youngest) pointed out that Margaux was fat. Vera looked over to Margaux then back to Violette and said, “So she is.”
Patronus: Margaux’s patronus is a swan and is conjured by a memory she possesses of her father. Once, when Margaux was upset by her sisters’ teasing, her father took her to the pond nearby their house. It was early fall, when the swans were migrating, and the flock had recently taken temporary residence in their pond.

For two hours, Margaux was seated on her father’s shoulders and pointed gleefully at the swans. “Un jour, vous serez un cygne. Je promets.” One day, you will be a swan. I promise.”
Amortentia: water, red wine, and food.

Relationship status: Single.

Turn ons: Any sort of sweet food, especially chocolate; ruffled hair; well tailored clothing; and British accents.
Turn offs: Flattery, especially to her appearance; arrogance; Spanish accents; and poor taste in clothing.

Personality: Margaux is entirely unaware of how beautiful she is. She spent so much time comparing herself to her sisters that she is convinced of her complete imperfection. When people tell her that she is beautiful, she flatly refuses it and sometimes feels insulted; how stupid do they think she is? She likes the romance of France and the propriety of England, but hates the blatant seduction of Spain--hence her hatred of all things Spanish.

Margaux is not shy or sweet. She takes big bites out of everything (her appetite extends past food) but quickly after eating, she feels immense guilt. She believes herself to be completely selfish and greedy, but can’t help but sample everything. Being the eldest of seven, makes her patient and responsible. But being considered the ugly duckling, has made her wary and guarded. She is slow to trust, and even when she does it has its limitations. She doesn’t keep friends for very long because she is unable to feel comfortable with people.

That being said, she is excellent at small talk and first impressions. She is charming, sophisticated, with complete class. Margaux has a comprehensive knowledge of food, literature, ballet, and culture. In this respect, she is much like her patronus: beautiful, composed, graceful, but guarded. She has a vicious side when she feels threatened and takes poorly to offenses. However, she takes even worse to compliments. She feels as if they are insincere and meant to manipulate her into giving up something. She has already given up too much.

Mother: Chloe; 45; house-wife; her mother is sweet, but lacks the conviction it takes to discipline the others enough to protect Margaux from her siblings; pure blood.
Father: Pierre; 47; medi-wizard; he is kind, but more involved in his work than his children; pure blood.
Siblings: Vera, 16, student, she is the second eldest and cruelest of all the sisters, pure blood.

Bruno and Blanche, 15, students, the twins are opposite but both have a love for causing trouble in the family, pure blood.

Gwenaël, 14, student, uncomfortably mature for his age--he is Margaux’s ally within the family, pure blood.
Ambre, 13, student, the most apathetic and quiet of the sisters--Ambre attempts to remain as neutral in family quarrels as possible, pure blood.

Violette, 10, preparing to be a student, innocent and darling she admires her older sisters, pure blood.

Pets: Lazare, forest bat, he is barely the size of her palm and likes to hang off the back of her ear.

Birth place: Nice, France.

Overall history: Margaux Lefevre has grown up in the same household since her infancy. Her mother and father have been all but absent since the birth of their youngest, Violette. Margaux was seven when Violette was born and since then she and Vera have dutifully cared for their younger siblings. Vera grew bitter about it quickly; always feeling as if she lost her childhood to parents more involved in themselves than their children. Margaux knows a life of sacrifice and relentless giving. As such, she does not see their time at Hogwarts as a holiday rather an opportunity to give up more to her sisters. Vera will, more likely than not, find a new way to torment her even in Scotland.

As a young woman, Margaux was relentlessly chased by men. Since Nice often attracts sailors and young Spaniards on holiday, they were usually dark men of wicked tongues. She was the eldest of the girls, her mother a traditional woman, so she was encouraged to seek other men so that her sisters might as well. For the sake of Vera (who was even more popular than Margaux) she indulged the occasional boy on a date. They always ended the same: she felt cheap and used. Since she turned the age of consent, older men have tried to convince her into sexual relationships. Within months of her birthday, she adamantly refused any sort of romance in her life. She still campaigns against relationships of the intimate sort and will immediately shun a man if she thinks his intentions are less than platonic.

This disappoints her mother greatly, but seeing as there are four other daughters with the potential for grandchildren, Yseult manages to comfortably ignore her daughter’s staunch chastity. Pierre feels nothing either way, instead he choses to quietly observe his daughter’s actions. He cares--as does Yseult--but they are terrible at showing it.

Roleplay sample: Margaux was crying. It was too cold outside, she’d forgotten her cloak which had her wand in it, and the tears were sticking in frosty droplets to her cheek. She shivered, gooseflesh rising like individual tombstones on her arms. Perhaps she would die here. It would serve Vera right if the last words she said to her sister were, “Mange de la merde et meurs, pute!”

She had only been trying to help. Really. Vera hadn’t left class since it began and Margaux was worried. She had opened the classroom door just to be sure that nothing bad had happened. How was she to know that Vera would be in there with another boy? How was she to know that it was a moment privé? Margaux had just been trying to help.

She sighed and wiped at her eyes ferociously, already growing angry at her own tears. Vera was cruel and always would be. That wasn’t going to change just because they were no longer at Beauxbaton. The words weren’t new, although they stung as if fresh.

“Pute,” she murmured quietly. The sound was bitter on the edge of the wind. She repeated it laughing. “Whore. ‘ow funny, amusante, as it seem you are ze whore, Vera!” She shouted the last part, feeling better once the words had scraped raw against her throat. Margaux didn’t yell at people. She yelled at the wind in hopes it would carry to those people. It never seemed to.

“Whore,” she chuckled again, actually laughing this time, “Die whore. Eat shit, whore.” She ran her fingers through wind-tangled hair. Blanche would comment on that if she saw Margaux on her way back to the dorms. Blanche was entirely too blatant about everything. “She could improve her vocabulary...C’est pathetique.

“No,” she backtracked, “I’m pathetic. My younger sister in charge of my life.”

The tears started anew, but she was already too upset to even consider being angry with herself. Anger was highly overrated anyways.

Approved!