BEAUMANOIR, arielle cosette

[arielle c. BEAUMANOIR ✜]

SOURNOIS. EIGHTEEN. SINGLE

“I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

NATIONALITY

French

BIRTHPLACE

The Ardennes, France

DATE OF BIRTH

October 15th,

EYE COLOUR

Honey

HISTORY

For now, let's call her Arielle Cosette Beaumanoir. She was the youngest daughter of Emeline and Wren, their surnames shall remain, for the pupose of this history, hidden and was born somewhere in the southern Ardennes of France. The story of her parents' love was a tale often told on cold nights around the warm hearth and surrounded in a cloud of family - not all blood related. Both Emeline and Wren were part of the largest werewolf pack in the forested Ardennes, an ancient and royal line descended from the first founding were-family. Their tight-knit pack was a carnival of young and old members, children, wives, sons, and daughters, all whose lives and living for centuries had been centred around the secluded and built up reservation. Until a day three years ago when everything changed.

Wren, as one of the leaders and direct first born son of the founding family, had pledged before his people to protect the pack and their home - despite the resounding fact that his marriage to Emeline and his two children were a distinct contradiction to his very promise. Emeline was the youngest daughter of a founding family in the north of Argonnes, until the day that she was forfeited to a vampire by the name of Vousier whose millennia on the earth only lapped at the edges of his terrifying strength and power. She was to be penance for the crimes committed against Vousier, who would in turn allow Emeline's pack to live and remain in Argonnes without disconcert. As the lands had been his, and the erroneus wolf pack had trespassed on his property, he made it clear to Emeline's father that in order for peace to continue he must atone for his insult by sacrificing his youngest daughter to him. For years Emeline had been Vousier's 'pet', a plaything to keep him entertained and fill a void in his solitary existence - but she was a strong willed young woman, with a fierce personality to match her breathtaking beauty. Her dark hair and sparkling honey coloured eyes would be passed to her daughter years later, but the day she met Wren - a young, strong and exciting werewolf on travels back to the south her emotional defences were shattered.

After days of coy chatter, and flirtatious bickering Wren followed Emeline home. He was shocked at Emeline's secret, and the man she had been bound to - so as the month passed he convinced her to run away with him, and to hide in the hills within safety of his family's reservation. They stole away one night, silently, and disappeared into the fogged forests far from Vousier's castle. Upon realising that he had been betrayed and his deal broken, Vousier eradicated the nearby town, tearing its innocent inhabitants apart, and Emeline's old pack soon followed. For years he searched for Emeline, scorned and pious, the vampire yearned for the day he would find her again, and searched the world thrice over to no avail.

Emeline found her place inside Wren's pack in southern France, and they accepted her with little reservations despite having been privy to her escape from a vampire in the north. Shortly after, they were married in a small ceremony (well, the entire town was present) and their happy marriage bore fruit to two beautiful children - twins. Arielle and Maximilian, who was older than his sister by only minutes. Their family flourished for almost two decades until the children were 15, and on the day to celebrate their birth Arielle saw her family disappear through her fingers like smoke. Vousier scorched through their town like a flame and left only cinders of the life Arielle had grown into. The twins hid in an underground cabin in the woods, as instructed by their parents, and saw only the remnants of Vousier's destruction when they emerged. Mayhem. And when Vousier laid his eyes on Arielle Max knew why he had spared them until that moment - he wanted her now. Emeline had been tainted, but her beautiful daughter was the red rose among the dirt - and she would be his. Before he could think Max turned to his sister, with eyes too brave and strong for such youth and told her to run, run hard and fast, and as far as her legs would carry her. And she did, for three years she had been running, hiding, changing her name, surviving. Her magical education had taken her to the age of 15 but for the past three years she had been a shadow - until one night in Marseilles a kind woman walked into the magical bookshop she had been working in and introduced herself as Madam Maxime, Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

PERSONALITY

Arielle, much like her mother is a strong willed, bright and spirited young woman. The past three years have changed her more than she could fathom, and though in some ways she remains kind and carefree, she is first and foremost a survivor. She is a formidable actress, and liar, who now does not flinch or think twice before the elaborate stories flow from her lips. She can be blunt, and harsh, deceitful, and self preserving, manipulative and secretive, but all the while she an incredibly creative, and talented individual. She is fast, and although she is not the stereotype of academia she is certainly a force to be reckoned with. She does read, but finds her solace mostly in art incredibly and is very adept at protective magic.

She is witty, charming and her undeniable beauty has attributed to her survival skills, although at times it can be a hindrance - there are very few people that do not notice her when she enters a room. She is extremely guarded, and hasn't let anyone close to her since that fateful day, but dreams of a family and friends, of a first love, and of a chance to see her brother - she she knows it is likely he did not survive, but somewhere inside her she still holds hope.

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[arielle c. BEAUMANOIR ✜]

EMELINE. & . WREN
[[ Parents ]]

“Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë

MAX
[[ Brother ]]

“You have bewitched me, body and soul.”
― Jane Austen

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