Madame Evette Labelle
Nov 13, 2012 13:52:33 GMT -5
Post by madameevette on Nov 13, 2012 13:52:33 GMT -5
Madame Evette Labelle
[/font][/size][/color]“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”
-Marilyn Monroe
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Full Name: Madame Evette Labelle
Code Name: Madame Evette
Age: Nearly 100. Her body appears only 27.
Date of Birth: November 11th
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Female
Species: Living Dead Girl
Alliance: Neutral
Citizenship: DC
Canon or Original?: Original
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Peacock blue- green with black on the underside, Evette’s hair reaches to mid back and is often carefully curled. Evette also utilizes updos and twists. Her hair always appears neat and well groomed. It is incredibly soft to the touch.
Eyes: Wide, almond shaped eyes in a natural hazel with thick black lashes curled to perfection. When she is using “Red” (see powers section) her eyes are deep black with no colour to them and no whites, as though her pupil has swallowed them whole. While using “Indigo” her eyes are a blue so pale they seem colourless.
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 119lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Evette has two tattoos. They each appear between her hips and pelvis. Each is an apocrathy bottle, leaning to one side. The one on the right is filled with red liquid and reads “Drink me”. The underside of the label is just barely coming up and a rose can be seen on it. The other bottle has black pills and says “Eat Me”. Each pill has a blue X on them, and on the lifting label a skull and crossbones can be seen. Their style is beautiful, detailed, and a bit macabre.
Evette’s skin is the colour of cream and rarely displays any kind of mark or imperfection. She has a single freckle- a beauty mark on her right cheek. Occasionally Evette will wear piercings but they rarely stay in place for long.
Appearance: Evette was carefully selected and then meticulously crafted into a creature of beauty. She has a fierce, but classic kind of attractiveness that screams “Femme Fatal”. She is tall, but wears her heels proudly so that she stands often as tall as any man in the room. She is lithe and long, but curvy. Her waist is tapered into the perfect hourglass of flesh the colour of cream. This is often accentuated by Victorian styled corsets.
Evette is always dressed to impress. She wears black, though sometimes she will use other colours as accents. She draws stylistic inspiration from classic and historical places with a sort of rock and roll burlesque twist. A seamstress, once upon a time, Evette is skilled at costuming. While she does not make all of her pieces herself, she often collaborates with others who she sees as like minded or talented designers.
Her face displays high cheekbones and wide eyes with arching brows. Her hair usually appears a vibrant peacock blue-green with a black stripe on the underside. It is naturally long, thick, soft, and curly. Evette always styles it neatly, and sometimes she does so very elaborately. Like any other woman, she has tricks to change her appearance but they are difficult and time consuming, at best.
Face Claim: Aprella Barule
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes:
Her business:
Evette does not simply like her business: The Little Death. She loves it. Her clubs are her homes, scattered in their various locations. She lives for the shows.
Her Girls:
If the various clubs that Evette owns are her homes, then the girls working in them are her extended family. Many of these girls Evette hand picked. Some of them she has trained personally. She keeps in touch with these girls, cares about them with legitimate concern. So much so that she is protective of them near a point of obsession.
Observing People:
A clever and observant woman, but also a bit of a social butterfly, Evette can often be found acquiring a taste of many people. She greets people personally, learns what they like, and takes in all of the little things that they say or do not say. She understands body language and physical cues like the quickening of a pulse or the dart of an eye.
Intelligence:
Evette loves a challenge as equally as she loves a puzzle, riddle, or joke. She likes games of skill not chance. It is by speaking through clever verbal play that Evette flirts and jokes. Seeing that level of stimulation in another drives Evette wild.
Eloquence:
As a very well spoken woman, Evette can frequently run verbal laps around those she converses with. Others who share her passion for words find their way quickly to a place of favorites This fetish is not simply for spoken word, but written as well. Evette is well read and has concrete opinions on many authors and their work.
Creativity:
Evette enjoys beauty and the unique. She embraces the avant guard and has a sense of style that has been aquired over nearly one hundred years. She cultivates venues that offer her vision of these things and invites those who she sees as kindred spirits- patrons of the arts and sciences, and the individuals of the communities they contributed to- to her private parties. If she really likes you, it’s even said you’ll get a ticket to her “one on one” black ribbon events. There is no explination of what that is, but it’s posted on her website for a very considerable fee.
Women:
To date Evette has only given those Black Ribbon event tickets to women. This is nothing personal against men except that Evette has absolutely no interest in them.
Honesty:
Evette is a woman of her word. She rewards that same quality in those around her. She has no patience for liars.
Good Manners:
Old fashioned and a bit of an anachronism, Evette is polite sometimes to the point of fault. She believes in upholding the rules, being well mannered, and neighborly. Those that fall short of her standard she is willing to give very little of her time.
Dislikes:
Men:
It isn’t their fault that they’re inferior, really. But they are. Evette holds no ill will towards the opposite sex. Rather than wanting to rule men, she is more interested in seeing women rule themselves. However, those men who find themselves with other faults in the foreground will find themselves penalized quickly and harshly.
Rule Breakers:
Evette has personal rules, rules for her girls, and rules for her club. These things give her a sense of order and she can have a temper with those who step outside of these parameters.
Bad Manners:
Like rule breakers, those with bad manners get onto Evette’s bad side. Evette finds decomisioning or teaching these kind of people a lesson to be something akin to civil duty.
Injury:
Though it is challenging to actually hurt Evette, she can be damaged. The more intensive the damage is, the harder it is for her to repair. She cannot heal like a living person. Instead she must use specially sythesised chemicals and in severe cases prepaired flesh from a donor (dead: willing or otherwise). When using donated flesh it must be hand attached, little by little, and is thus a time consuming process.
Messes:
Evette likes things to be tidy and organized. She maintains her own spaces with a mannerism that could easily be described as Obsessive Compulsive. While she does not flit about and clean up messes in the spaces of others, they can make her uncomfortable.
Personality: Madame Evette is a very particular woman. She believes in good manners, good business, and creativity. She is clever and quick witted with a quirky sense of humor. Evette tirelessly pours her time into her club franchise “The Little Death”, and is notably generous to those who work for her. Over her many years she has turned her ability to bring people together and delight others into an artisan craft. Though she is far from a naïve woman, she loves the idea of love. But what else would you expect from an old French Madame? Her girls, and her business, are everything to her. She is fiercely protective of both.
Because of her condition, Evette is also a very private person. What is left of the notes from Dr. Stein have long since been memorized from countless rereading. This paired with additional research and many years of trial and error has turned Evette into something of a closeted mad scientist. She experiments on samples of her own body in order to synthesize a surplus of two chemicals she depends on- Red and Indigo. In dire straights Evette has pieced herself back together from debris and parts recovered from bodies other than her own.
More than anything Evette is a survivor and a fighter. She will do whatever she has to in order to reach the end.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: Evette is, first and foremost, dead. Sort of. In his efforts to create the perfect woman, Dr. Francis Stein caused Evette to suffer in no small way to become as she is today. Essentially dead and embalmed in a very complicated way Evette's flesh registers at about room temperature. It never changes, be it to age or heal wounds. It must be maintained in a manner as particular as it is peculiar. The result is a woman who appears perfect. Her skin can be flawless, her hair is dove soft, and every feature elegant. If Evette does sustain damage it must be manually repaired As such Evette is very careful with her body.
Of course, that gets complicated when your body is also your oldest alli. Evette has had the time to understand her body. She can move only what is essential or tap into every available cell in parts of her body. This lends her deceptive strength and graceful (and sometimes unnaturally fast) movements. Her senses can be dialed up beyond average ability, or numbed.
Over the years she has learned tricks to cover and maintain her "condition". Drinking liquor or adding certain chemicals can help warm the body. Likewise she can tip the scales of her body’s limits by fueling it differently. Some chemicals are more basic- like formeldahyde, methanol, and other solvents. At other times she needs something more potent- these chemicals are derivatives from Evette's own body- a symbiosis between recycling her body's toxic chemicals and the unusual hormones they create. The raw forms of these chemicals are the most potent and are directly found within Evette’s body.
The more Evette pushes her body, the more she needs these chemicals. Evette thus lives with a constant need to take fluids in and later remove different ones to continue the process.
She has to date derived two chemicals from her own body.
Red: a derivative from Evette's blood which stimulates the cells of her undead flesh. It is applied topically. This chemical has the side effect of igniting the physical senses.
In a small dose (referred to as first tier or preliminary dose) administered as eye drops for example vision would be at peak physical ability. A large dose would push abilities beyond human, and the eyes will become incredibly sensitive. With a dose metabolized into the body, Red can give an almost euphoric experience similar to the street equivalent of ecstasy. The world is more beautiful, sensations intense. It causes an almost synthesthetic experience- colour has sound, temperatures have textures. To administer a third tier of the chemical the body repairs itself, but the range is limited and the pain otherworldly. A fourth tier is lethal to living human beings.
Red is effective on humans, however those with a pulse should be careful. It is possible to overdose on this chemical. Evette uses weaker versions of this compound in cosmetics and other discreet methods of delivery for her business. It is a tool and she does not hesitate to use it. Aside from topical sensation use, Red is otherwise commonly used on wounds. Though painful, it allows small sections of flesh to seal closed without leaving marks. It is a slow process which can be extremely painful.
Using Red has a few side effects of note. Firstly, eyes look as though the pupil swallows up the entire iris. At high level doses the whites of the eyes are no longer visible- the entire eye is black. Such a dose, however, would kill most people.
Indigo: Indigo is a painkiller which has a blue appearance. It is synthesized from a substance in her blood-brain barrier. Applied topically it will take the ache out of something, but increase the dose enough and you can feel nothing at all. A third tier dose can be incredibly intense, cause unconsciousness, and difficulty breathing. The fourth tier is lethal, effectively shutting down the body’s cellular activity.
Side effects of this chemical include pinprick pupils and chill (though you would never feel it). This chemical is effective on humans, and is opiate like when administered intravenously. Prolonged exposure seems to be good for the skin and hair. For Evette, when she uses this chemical her eyes take on a ghostly appearance- pale blue, nearly white.
Combining the Effects:
When utilizing high doses of Red the sensations it causes can be problematic. Evette will often need this in order to repair physical damage to her body. In those cases Evette will combine its effects with Indigo. She might just need to take the edge off a surface healing, or inject both chemicals in order to achieve heightened senses without her body overloading on physical sensation at the same time. There is a sliding scale of how this can affect her, depending how much of what she has put into her system. At its maximum dose combination, this pairing is lethal to humans. For Evette her senses are unnaturally sharp, her movements and strength beyond what she would have otherwise simply because she cannot feel her own limitations. She is more flexible, more fluid. Generally speaking the combination of these chemicals has a lingering effect. It makes Evette a bit more vicious and her patience a lot less in supply as she comes down from it. This combination is also increasingly more addictive the stronger the mixture. To simply stop regular use would kill a human. Instead, one must taper off of it gradually. Of course, very few would want to.
Evette has found though practical experience that this combination has an interesting effect on humans. It tends to slow down aging. Skin becomes softer, smoother, and hair becomes more lush (often with unnaturally bright streaks of colour appearing). The body tissue of women who have been exposed to this process becomes a match for Evette’s repair needs. Likewise she can use their parts to synthesize additional quantities of Red and Indigo. Girls who are exposed over a long period of time are also ripe with interesting chemicals of their own, but they do not become viably active until lethal levels of the chemical have been absorbed into the body.
Weapons
Red/Indigo (self)
Evette utilizes a combination of these chemicals in order to push her body beyond natural limits. Her senses can be heightened or dulled. She can feel the wind against her flesh as though it is licking her bones, or feel nothing so that she can break a bone to move in ways otherwise impossible. She can be faster, or put herself into a trance like statis.
Red/Indigo (others)
Most commonly through topical application, Evette will help to highten or ease sensations with these chemicals.
Riding Crop/Whip
Although she dislikes showing physical force, Evette is far from afraid to take action. Years as a dominatrix combined with her near obsessive protectiveness for her girls have honed her skills to inflict specific sensations (or injuries) with the least amount of strikes.
Scalpel
In her time working on her own body Evette has learned her way around anatomy as well as she knows her way around the bedroom. Human flesh is her life in more ways that one, after all. Usually her scalpel is reserved for science and repairs, but she carries it with her everywhere... just in case.
Strengths/Abilities:
Living Dead Girl:
Madame Evette does not feel tired, hungry, or anything physical for that matter if she is under the influences of Indigo. She is able to push herself beyond limitations. Such limits should still be minded to prevent damage, however. Evette can repair herself so long as pieces are available. If she were to loose a limb, for example, she can reattach it. A shattered bone, however, is easier replaced with a brand new bone from a “donor”. She can use this same process to change her appearance (i.e. why wear a wig when you can just replace your entire scalp?) This is a scientific and gory process.
She does not age. Things that would kill most people are simply flesh wounds to her. Ripping off her limbs slows her down, but it is the destruction of her brain that would ultimately destroy her.
Clever:
Evette is a naturally intelligent woman. She notices things that many people do not and has an exceptional eye for detail. When under the influences of Red, however, her senses are even more attuned. She notices things like the scent of a new soap and can anticipate people’s movements and actions. Madame Evette is also a shrewd business woman. Her clubs are lucrative and she chooses her investments wisely. In all her years she has learned more than a few tricks.
Drop Dead Sexy:
Evette’s body was preserved and altered with the intention of creating a perfect female specemin. Her allure is not simply in the curve of her neck or the sway of her hips, however. Evette exudes confidence as much as she does sex appeal. She is as charming as she is hauntingly gorgeous.
Weaknesses:
(Un)Dead:
Evette does not breathe except to draw enough air to speak. Her body temperature is room temperature most of the time (colder if she’s on Indigo) unless she actively warms it (i.e. Red or a hot shower). She does not heal without utilizing Red. Severe damages must be repaired by replacing the damaged body parts with new ones. Evette rarely eats. To run her digestive track takes chemical fuel. She could swallow something, store it in her stomache, and empty it later however Evette finds such a practice undesirable. But if you invite her to a dinner party she will politely nibble, but she’s much happier with a cocktail.
Megalomaniac:
Ever the perfectionist, Evette actively works to create a world that she sees as beautiful. Largely seen within her club, Evette’s rules are essentially law in her mind. Breaking such rules is a very quick way to bring out her temper.
Honest:
Evette is a woman of her word, for better or worse of it. She will go to extreme lengths to keep a promise. Negotiated deals are always honored. It does not matter if it is a fair arrangement (though that is ideal) or if it will put Evette into jeopardy.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History: Born in the French countryside, it did not take Evette long to find the beauty of Paris. Her family was of moderate income, and Evette was in a way slightly spoiled. Her mother raised her as a young lady, refusing more modern corsetry and implementing Edwardian instead. Her father died in 1930 from heart attack, and after that the widow and her daughter found themselves with slowly slimming funds. By the time Evette was 15 her mother passed away from consumption, but not without exhausting all funds first. The only family she could turn to was her aging Aunt Maud Biendu. There was little money, Maud as bad with money as her sister- Evette’s mother. Convinced she would have to find a way to support herself, Evette knew well enough that without a dowry even despite her beauty she would be hard pressed to find a husband. But, at the same time she did not really wish to get married. Independence was too strong a feature in her, and soon she began to work with a seamstress in Paris as an apprentice. It was while working there that she met Madame Nicole Therese. Nicole had plenty of her own money, single handedly running and owning a whorehouse in the brothels. Recognizing Evette for the spirited orphan she was; she liked the girl. When Evette asked all the right questions and soon showed desire to be as independent…. She informed her of how she did it. Sacrifice would be made, but in the end the profit and ability to not rely on a husband for care would win Evette over. Before the year was out, with the death of Aunt Maud, Evette began to work for Madame Nicole.
It was a long, difficult road for Evette. She reminded herself each day that the rewards would outweigh the pains. And, in time she had convinced herself. She worked hard, even if she found the men to be cruel, stupid, and unattractive. Still, some lavished gifts on her and she was rapidly growing to a favorite. Madame Nicole charged more for her, and supported her closely. She taught her all she knew, and when Madame Nicole died in 1941 Evette was made Madame of the house. She was the closest thing Nicole had to a daughter, and it was as a daughter that Evette grieved. But, she was left with a few very crucial things. Knowledge- how to run the business, choose girls, the symptoms of certain illnesses, specific drugs to numb the pain, and (although she wished she did not) home abortions. She also had been taught to trust her instincts, and perhaps most importantly- was set up to come into her own. And she did. The bordure prospered greatly.
In 1948, an extremely wealthy client appeared at the Chatu, insisting on having none but the mistress of the house. The sum was set absurdly high, and Madame Evette found herself in a task she had not participated in for quite a few years. She had stopped taking clients two years after becoming the Madame, her time carefully divided in tending to the house and the girls in her care. Little did she know that this would be her final task of this sort and the end of her life as she knew it.
The man, who she later found was named Dr. Hugh Pennbrooke, was a lonely scientist determined to create the perfect mate. He kidnapped Evette and began a series of experiments on her that changed her forever. The doctor kept her as a pet for his personal usages for three years. He was a cruel, insane man who saw Evette as nothing more than a pretty slave and mental plaything. By the end of those three years Evette hated him so much that she murdered him. What exactly became of him she will not say, but suffice to say it was grim.
In her time with the doctor she learned many things about her new life. She observed him sythesing chemicals and all too many times sat at he reassembled severed parts of her own body. After his death, however, Evette was not shy in dabbling into the world of science. Always a visual learning, having such a practical application for the morbid sciences of Dr. Pennbrooke proved enlightening. Evette took to his research notes and materials and began laboratory tests of her own.
Evette returned to the Chatu to find it burned to the ground, the girls missing. In time Evette started new businesses and new girls congregated around her. Some have stayed for extended periods of time. Although Evette was forcibly changed, the work is the same, and she has only gotten better at it. Today, Evette’s attentions are on The Little Death- clubs she has founded in several locations across the globe. Her most recent location is in Gotham City.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
((Sample taken from The Silhouette Gardens, a World of Darkness game))
Nigel wandered through the park, making his way from point A to point B along the most pleasant route he knew. Regency park was one of his favorite pieces of the city, after all, and he had some time to kill. Despite the outbreak that recently hit the city, Nigel found it hard to be glum over such lovely warm weather. He was dressed in a pair of light khakis, sandals on his feet. His shale blue button down shirt was left open, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a black tank top hiding his skin but showing his muscular form. Several dangling silver necklaces, scattered rings, and a leather cuff gave him a somewhat bohemian rock and roll effect. Nigel’s hair was scruffy, the tussled locks evidence of an earlier romp with Lizzy, as was the smudge of lipstick on his collar. Life with the living, as it were, was good. He had missed it so.
“Nighelli” the female voice that called his name did so in a hushed sing-song tone, from directly behind him.
He spun around; confused that someone would do something as blatant as call his Celestial name. The figure before him was a striking red-head, about average height, but given a few extra inches from heeled boots. Her long legs were wrapped in tight, dark denim and held in place low on her hips by a studded belt with dangling chains. Her slim waist was accented by a leather under bust corset in black. Her sizable breasts easily drew his attention as they pressed against a black lace bra, which he realized was lined in flesh tone because it was half a shade darker than her pale skin. They were not easily contained. The woman’s skinny arms were tattooed from shoulder to hand on both sides, in a colourful display, her hands firmly on her alluring hips. Her pink lips smiled in a way that made Nigel uneasy, and her eyes were hidden behind dark aviator glasses. He cleared his throat, trying his best not to stare. “Nigel actually.” He didn’t want to continue to be called by his proper name by the mystery woman. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
She stepped toward him, hips dipping with all the mesmerizing qualities of a dancing cobra. “I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” When she was close enough that he could smell the sweetness of her breath she slid off her glasses. Her eyes were a striking cobalt blue, clear as the sky above them, rimmed in smoky black makeup. “What’s the matter baby? Don’t recognize me? Maybe you need another look.” In a brief moment her eyes flickered, their entirety first lit pure white and then dropping to black as thick as night.
Nigel took a step back “Lil..” He was uneasy with this development, and that fact made the redhead chuckle cruelly.
“Lilith now, actually.” She purred the name to cut off her proper name, moving towards him again. She walked around him, her hand dragging along the length of his shoulders. “Though how strange for you to parade around as yourself and go by a different name, don’t you think?”
“Contrary to what you seem to believe, Lilith” he rolled the name out somewhat distastefully. “I have no reason to be hiding. Least of all from you.”
“Oh really? Is that how you see it?” She rubbed his shoulders, into which Nigel did not relax in the least. He remained stoic and unresponsive. “Oh don’t be so tense baby. Really now, just because you up and left doesn’t mean I hold a grudge. I could care less if you’re parading around with… well we won’t say her name… but you understand, I’m sure. Water under the bridge, in a manner of speaking.” She leaned over to his ear, breathing against it. “Not that I wouldn’t be willing to revisit some history. Human flesh is quite fascinating, isn’t it?” She dragged her nails down his back, which caused Nigel to shudder.
Lilith circled around him, draping her tattooed arms over his shoulders, her long red hair flipped over one shoulder. Her mouth dipped open and moved for his, but was caught by his finger. “Why does your body look familiar?” His voice was stern and it was clear she would get no closer without an answer.
She chuckled “Honestly, do you expect me to keep track of every one night stand you have?”
“No, that’s not it.” He tilted his head, and then all at once his eyes lit up. “Lilith Lee Beaue.” He chuckled, amused with the prospect that the body had once belonged to a rather controversial porn actress. Bad habits paired with vocal performances, if he recalled correctly… and he always did. It was no mystery how the woman would have died. She was a woman as jaded, coarse, and raw as the demon in front of him. “How appropriate.” He smirked cruelly.
She shoved him, a force in her touch that made him stumble backwards “I’d be careful with words like that baby.”
Nigel sighed and walked up to her again, a harshness in his voice. He didn’t like her, no matter how beautiful she was. He wouldn’t pretend to. “And I would quit this act before it gets you into trouble, Lil. I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I know it isn’t to see me. What’re you playing at?”
She laughed “Oh baby wouldn’t you like to know!” She lifted a shoulder, tilting her chin into it with an alluring glance. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Once more she crept into him, her blue eyes locked into his. “We had some crazy times, you and me. We can do that again.”
“No, Lil. We can’t.” he rubbed at his temples. Impossible woman. He did recall all of the memories now, the mischief and the mayhem. They had been good times, at the time. At the same time, however, they were not things he wanted to revisit. Dark days with a dark woman.
“Fine. I hardly need you, you know. You’re long since replaced, Nighelli. Four times over, actually.” She smiled a wicked type of smile. “You go ahead and cling to those friends of yours, that whore of the other half of yours. You’ll regret it Nigel. I assure you that. When you’re alone, you will regret it. And you will be alone.”
Nigel growled “If you lay one hand on…”
“Oh no no, Nigel. I won’t have to. That’s the trick. I won’t have to.” She laughed again, then blew him a kiss. “See you around, baby.” And with that she walked past him, disappearing into the park. Stunned and somewhat shaken, Nigel simply stood there, fighting his own rage. How difficult life would be now that personal demons and those of the pit were starting to mingle.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Elizibeth Ann
Timezone: Eastern
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