DESIREE Veronique

[Hyenism]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

Veronique Desiree

"Let Nothing Enslave You"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]NAME • Veronique Desiree
NICKNAME • Vron, Ron, Dessi
AGE • 24
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Homosexual (Bisexual but has a fear of males)
OCCUPATION • None (Will do anything that needs doing)
CLASS • Middle
FACE CLAIM • Ruby Faye

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Veronique has a slender yet well-proportioned build with a relatively large bust and wide hips, her legs are long and delicate yet she lacks all grace when she moves making her seem slow and bulky. Her shoulders are almost always slumped and her Dark brown eyes seem to constantly be staring into nothingness through her mass of silky yet poorly brushed hair. Her face is soft and her cheekbones only slightly prominent while her crimson lips are chapped and sometimes split. Her hands are equally rough and callused with long dainty fingers covered in wounds; her nails chewed into almost non-existence, yet oddly enough she handles everything very gently, almost as if it were glass. Regardless of the poor way in which she holds herself there is a certain confidence in her gait and the way she looks at things.

EYE COLOR • Dark Brown
HEIGHT • 6ft
WEIGHT • 150 pounds
BUILD • Slender but decently muscled with prominent hips.
SCARS? • Many; they stretch across her upper back over her left shoulder with much deeper and more jagged scars covering most of her left forearm, similar to the marks of an animal attack.
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Her scars, when you can see them. Besides that she is easily looked over.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Veronique is a very withdrawn woman and has a great deal of difficulty interacting with people, even simple things like touching and talk among friends is difficult for her, though regardless of the obvious flaw she is a very strong willed and determined person with an almost fierce loyalty to those she cares for, even those she doesn’t in most situations. She tends to rely on her own strengths and intelligence long before she seeks the help of another and even then she can be stubborn but her heart is genuinely good and kind. She hates to hurt or see others hurt and she will often go out of her way to lend a hand. What she lacks in vocal skills she makes up for in the way she cares for everyone and everything and most people seem to just be comfortable around her. They almost always open up to her though she has yet to open up to anyone in return.
As mentioned before, however, she cannot stand to see people hurt and in situations that are nasty or even tense she can get very defensive, almost territorial, often specifically initiating a physical conflict to protect the ones being hurt, even if they don’t really need protecting. She’s learnt to remove herself from the situations fairly quickly in the recent years but she still has many of her moments.

LIKES •

animal care; She has a natural ability with animals and only finds herself truly happy around them, as such she has developed a great love for their care.

painting; Veronique has painted all her life and has such a passion for it she has excelled here more than any other area in her life, she has a particular talent for painting creatures and landscapes though has difficulty with people.

knowledge; From birth she has had an urge to grow, to learn. She is constantly studying things from behavior to history, science to spirituallity. It’s a part of her, a desire that can never be satiated and a thirst that can never be quenched. Regardless of the type of knowledge or the way it contradicts her life she learns and embraces it.

DISLIKES •

close-mindedness She cannot tolerate people not willing to be open to new ideas and new ways of thinking. It frustrates her to no end.

confrontation; She doesn’t like being directly spoken to, particularly in a nasty or disrespectful manner and any situation that involves conflict scares and angers her, often making her irrational.

animal abuse; Most people she has known have considered animals tools of the trade, they have sold them or killed them for getting in the way and she cannot stand this, it’s the only subject she will be truly vocal on.

WEAKNESSES •

socialising; The simple truth is she cannot stand people, she dislikes everything about them and it reflects in a lot of what she says and does, a constant influence on her judgment. It prevents her from socialising healthily and she often cannot find the right thing to say, stutters and acts oddly because she honestly doesn’t know how to behave.

drugs / alcohol; Veronique is easily addicted to mind altering drugs and drinks, if she can get her hands on it she has trouble leaving it alone. Though it doesn’t really affect her personality it greatly affects her judgment and she is unable to stop.

trust; Her entire life she has never truly trusted someone, life has proven again and again that self-preservation is the first thing anyone thinks of. No one ever tells the truth or chooses the nice way, they lie and cheat to get where they want to be and no matter how much they insist they aren’t like that she has witnessed it too many times to count. She is always paranoid and never looks at anyone without a mind full of suspicion.

STRENGTHS •

intelligence; If she had the vocal skills to match there is no doubt her wit and cunning would change the world. She learns quickly and isn’t afraid of putting new skills to practise and though she dropped out of school far too early she was always bounds ahead.

compassion; The way she cares for everything around her helps her provide and care for people and animals more so than most.

FEARS •

water; Of all the things Verinque has learnt or been taught, swimming is not something she ever tried. This is probably I big contributor to her irrational fear of water.

men; in particular, abusive men. She has seen her fair share of abuse from her partners and now the mere sight of an angry male truly frightens her and in severe cases forces her into a state of shock.

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

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PETS •
Clydesdale : Darhyuk : Male

Albino with a great many scars all across his average size and muscled body. His mane and tail are kept very long and well brushed though it looks uneven where scars have interrupted the growth. His right ear is missing though he is in perfect health and decent hearing.

Mutt: Unnamed : Female

Young, probably around a year old with soft black fur. She is exceptionally stupid and her floppy ears and dopey expression suit her perfectly.

HISTORY •

As a child Veronique excelled in all she attempted and by the age of fourteen had already taken the heart of several wealthy and high-class men. Being of a somewhat wealthy family herself her parents decided on an arranged wedding and shortly after her sixteenth birthday she was married off to an older man. Her entire life she had been raised as good stock for the right male, she knew her job and position in the household and gave her beloved husband everything he desired. Her happiness, however, was short lived.

Youthful ignorance had succeeded in fooling her into a dew-eyed state for her partner so when he invited her to a surprise outing she followed him in complete trust and before dawn she had been robbed of everything she ever held dear. The following years where difficult and without any way of returning to her family she quickly learned to work hard for her food and bed.

Despite her fortunate upbringing the years that followed where difficult and she often had trouble with people, the most recent event just happened to be one of the luckiest moments for not only her but for the companions she is often seen with. After working hard at the stables in a place she hadn’t been at long enough to learn the name she stumbled upon a group of young men drinking by the barn, she kept her distance as she worked but their behaviour began to trouble her and she reluctantly sought out her boss to ask about the situation.

It seemed she was correct in asking him what was going on because if he didn’t know why there would be people on his property, gun over shoulder he lead the way and Veronique shuffled along behind him, barely peeking over his shoulder as they approached the group. As it turned out her boss was in a great deal of debt and despite his warning the men refused to leave his property and very quickly they conversation became heated and threats were being thrown between the group, the men getting more angry as time passed.

Naturally Veronique saw this poor farmer as the underdog in the situation and her foolish panic made her step between him and the other men, she told them to leave along with some of her less eloquent words and before she had time to react she was struck hard by one of the men. As luck would have it she blacked out only to awake to find herself laying in the burn, flames eating their way up the walls. She became frantic and though she charged at the barn door again and again she was simply too weak to budge it.

She wasn’t the only person in the barn, however, and when the loud snorts and whinnies create her ears she had never been more grateful but that soon passed as she realized what danger the poor stallion was also in. Braving the quickly spreading flames she forced the door to the stall open and the beast charged out, knocking her down as he did. She had no fear for her own health now and shouted, rather foolishly for the animal couldn’t possibly understand, for the stallion to get out any way it could. By now the smoke was thick and the heat almost unbearable.

The sound of the barn door being trample by the terrified beast was beauty on her ears but with the doors open the unstable structure began to crumble above and around her, and to Veronique’s horror, onto the beast as it fled the barn.

In the few short moments that followed as she watched the prized horse attempt to flee, flames burning through its pristine fur, she was granted a gift of pure adrenaline and despite her size flung herself at the rubble that had pinned the beast in place and lifted.
The entire land had been set alight, the farmer probably lost to the flames but it seemed the gods had further plans for her and the horse as the sky spilled little silver orbs of rain. She tended the beast for weeks as well as her minor injuries and when it came time for them to move on she took the stallion with her, neither of them would have lived if it wasn’t for the other and in some small way her beast was aware and they have been closer than most rider and horse ever since.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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The sky was navy and few starts were bright enough to peer through the clouds that shifted in greys, like little white eyes surrounded by shadow. She blinked away the water that clung to her lashes and begged not to be dropped to the mud bellow before curling her arm more protectively around the young pup she carried. Her eyes where narrowed to the wind, her steed grunting in distaste for the constant rain and the almost unbearable cold. It was rare for Veronique to push her beasts beyond their limits but the storm had hardly reached its peak and the road was still bare as far as she could see.

“Hush, hush Yuki, my dear.” She said in a barely audible whisper against the howling winds. “Not much further, promise.”
As if the beast understood his grunting stopped and he pulled his already aching limbs into a semi-gallop and Veronique could manage nothing more than a soft pat on the beasts neck as she lent forward to stabilize herself. They looked almost ghostly in the darkness, frighteningly so. Her skin was pale from cold and her hair long black hair was soaked and flew behind her in tangled clumps like frayed fabric of a dead man’s cloak. She had no idea where she was going and frankly she didn’t care, as long she was away from all the fighting she’d be happy.

They traveled for many hours, longer than she dared count. Her beast was tired and weak and she eventually had to dismount and walk beside him, she had asked for more than he could give and unless they found shelter soon she would pay for it dearly. She was so worried she had barely noticed the soft orange glimmer in the distance but she didn’t remain oblivious long as the winds carried the gentle sounds of people, laughter and yelling, and quickly after the welcome scent of food.

She mounted her steed just outside of town, her lids lowered to gaze at the earth as she motioned for her beast to continue. She waited for the voices to draw attention to her, as they always did. The frail woman upon a creature with mutilated flesh.

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"And you're not going to let them take your will to live"

[style=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;]IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY Jenson IMMEDIATELY. THEY HAVE BEEN SEARCHING 10 YEARS FOR THIS INDIVIDUAL. PLEASE MEET AT THE SHERIFF'S OFFICE, AND RECITE "Eat a lemon" IN ORDER TO RECEIVE YOUR REWARD.

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PENDING
Despite a few minor problems, this bio looks great. I'll be able to accept it once you fix a few things, no problem. Firstly; the weight. A woman who is 6 feet tall couldn't be 110lbs and considered healthy, so unless you want her to have this look to her, I would suggest looking at the average weights for her height. C: Also, with the history, I know you said you'd add on to it--but, do you think you could at least include how she got her animals perhaps, or why the years coming after everything were difficult? That would be amazing, thanks!<3

[Hyenism]

I think I fixed her weight, she is a little skinny but she'll plump up eventually, I also added a rather depressing bit of history for her and her horse though I still don't know what to do with her. Is this okay or does it need some more editing? <3

(I've never been very good with guessing weight and I didn't include the dog in the history yet. I won't include him in any roleplay until I do though.)