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CHARLOTTE COSETTE DELCROIX
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CHARLOTTE COSETTE DELCROIX
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A P P E A R A N C E
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dark; nearly black
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bright blue
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5'6"
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curvy; leans slightly to chubby fit
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idolm@ster - sagisawa fumika
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She is an angel. [break][break]
At first glance, and maybe one you'll know for your entire life. She could never hurt a fly, she's gentle. She loves people and she loves animals, and she admires creativity and reading. She's studious, sweet and a little shy and timid in the presence of others. She stutters and stumbles over her words, but she always means well. She's a lovely shoulder to cry on and she's a wonderful listener. She's attentive, polite and compassionate. She's loving, friendly, and she's never judgmental. Anyone can pour their heart out to her, with a slightly motherly air around her being the culprit. She's the mom friend, the older sister figure and the supportive friend you go to for advice. She's an angel. [break][break]
Cosette is curious, too. Very curious. She's always experimenting, thinking of hypotheticals. This curiosity has baffled teachers and earned her praise, her studious nature giving her high grades by association. What she lacks in social skills she makes up for in smarts, though sometimes this curiosity can get the better of her. She's passionate about the sciences, losing herself when she gets to talk about both physical and behavioural sciences. No one, however, knows just how deep this curiosity goes. [break][break]
She is terrifying; like a wolf to wear the wool of a sheep. Even more terrifying, however, is how she smiles as the shepherd. Her frilly dress and pacifistic demeanour are no guise as she leads the herd to doom, all with a smile on her face and zero remourse in her soul. She dreams sweetly the day after harm, she sees no problem that comes with the tears of another - yet she emulates the emotions around her so well that you'd think she's feeling them herself. The only thing that holds Cosette to the law is the moral code taught to her from young, knowing very well what is right and what is wrong. [break][break]
She is an angel with antisocial.
At first glance, and maybe one you'll know for your entire life. She could never hurt a fly, she's gentle. She loves people and she loves animals, and she admires creativity and reading. She's studious, sweet and a little shy and timid in the presence of others. She stutters and stumbles over her words, but she always means well. She's a lovely shoulder to cry on and she's a wonderful listener. She's attentive, polite and compassionate. She's loving, friendly, and she's never judgmental. Anyone can pour their heart out to her, with a slightly motherly air around her being the culprit. She's the mom friend, the older sister figure and the supportive friend you go to for advice. She's an angel. [break][break]
Cosette is curious, too. Very curious. She's always experimenting, thinking of hypotheticals. This curiosity has baffled teachers and earned her praise, her studious nature giving her high grades by association. What she lacks in social skills she makes up for in smarts, though sometimes this curiosity can get the better of her. She's passionate about the sciences, losing herself when she gets to talk about both physical and behavioural sciences. No one, however, knows just how deep this curiosity goes. [break][break]
She is terrifying; like a wolf to wear the wool of a sheep. Even more terrifying, however, is how she smiles as the shepherd. Her frilly dress and pacifistic demeanour are no guise as she leads the herd to doom, all with a smile on her face and zero remourse in her soul. She dreams sweetly the day after harm, she sees no problem that comes with the tears of another - yet she emulates the emotions around her so well that you'd think she's feeling them herself. The only thing that holds Cosette to the law is the moral code taught to her from young, knowing very well what is right and what is wrong. [break][break]
She is an angel with antisocial.
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true crime is her bread and butter, and she absolutely loves everything forensics. If she weren't already planning to get into medicine, she would have gotten into crime scene investigation, profiling and forensics in a heartbeat. She could nerd out on this for hours.
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romance novel reader who, unfortunately, is very picky. Reading bad fanfictions is her guilty pleasure, if only to mercilessly judge and rip them apart.
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romance novel reader who, unfortunately, is very picky. Reading bad fanfictions is her guilty pleasure, if only to mercilessly judge and rip them apart.
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antisocial personality disorder; Cosette struggles on the spectrum of ASPD or, in more specific layman terms, falls under psychopathy. While she understands emotions and is capable of sympathizing with others, she cannot empathize or process emotions in the conventional ways. She can feel happiness and anger, but struggles with sadness and remorse, or guilt. Otherwise, her decision making is primarily based on gain, and she never feels the need to justify her actions. She's a flawless liar. Cosette has not been formally diagnosed, and she doesn't plan on getting any help for it; she doesn't think this is something that needs fixing.
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born in paris and moved to Canada when she was young, so her french accent is only noticeable when she speaks Canadian french. Unfortunately, she struggles slightly with Canadian French in the same way she struggles to learn another dialect. She hates it.
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born in paris and moved to Canada when she was young, so her french accent is only noticeable when she speaks Canadian french. Unfortunately, she struggles slightly with Canadian French in the same way she struggles to learn another dialect. She hates it.
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swimming
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There's always been something fundamentally wrong with you. [break][break]
And frankly, you didn't understand it. Mother is a hospice nurse, father is a Cardinal. Your older brother is getting work as a firefighter. Your little sister is starry-eyed, she wants to get into the Olympics. You're in your final year of high school with a promising, full-ride scholarship into forensic sciences. You say your prayers in the mornings and before bed, you attend mass every Sunday and thank the lord for each and every blessed day. You have nothing to confess for and act as a role model, studious and sweet as you are. [break][break]
You don't know when it started and you don't know if it's always been that way - but you were always the most skeptical of your family. Your mother encouraged it, as curiosity is how you learn. Unfortunately for her, your curiosity was morbid and horrifying - it warped the image of a small, angelic girl into a grotesque demon. [break][break]
The first incident was with the girl scouts, during a camping trip. The sound of screams and cries rang out the day after you learn how to tie a knot (you learned how to tie a noose) around a squirrel's neck. Obviously, you screamed too - you mirrored the girls around you and played clueless. No one suspected you with your pristine record, but you never did it again. You weren't caught this time, but you weren't sure if you'd be caught next.[break][break]
The second incident was in elementary school, when you broke up a young, childish couple. You couldn't help it - you were so bored of the easy questions in class and you were so bored of the classmates who talked about the same, dreary things. She looked so happy, too, talking about her boyfriend while you're all eleven. All you did was smile at the boy a couple of times and talk to him, one on one. All you did was share a few interests and look cute and meek. He confessed to you the next week and you promptly rejected, with your hand over his and an apologetic smile on your face. For months then on, you mimicked what you'd see on TV and from the adults around you. You mimicked a smile, mimicked maturity, mimicked kindness and how you'd ought to act. [break][break]
The third incident was wrath - the wrath of many girls, actually. You were bullied, relentlessly, by girls who had their partners stolen by you. No one believed them, of course, because you were such a well-behaved angel. Of course the guys would fall for you when you were so nice, and of course you were too sweet to say no and push someone away. You'd cry sweet crocodile tears and show them such compassion, making yourself weak as you pointed to them and named them the pitiful victims. You learned to manipulate, much too well, and lies came to you like you breathed air. It was terrifying. [break][break]
Though the girls had satisfaction bullying you, it would only last for a little while. They were so caught up in their little world that they didn't realize how deep they dug their holes. You, with only entertainment on your mind, would incite others with crocodile tears. You would drop hints and breadcrumbs and let gossip run rampant. You had no reason, really; you were just bored. If anything, you thank the girls for spilling food all over you, or for taking your books - they made every day more fun. [break][break]
You were given a scholarship to Panacea in your sophomore year. Your parents were overjoyed, your siblings were proud. Everyone has such high hopes for you, the child who was so good at school and was such an angel. You were the embodiment of humility, humbleness and maturity amongst your siblings - you were the one who managed your siblings and took care of people. So, your parents weren't worried about you not being able to take care of yourself (despite your mother's fretting). They agreed to send you to Vancouver for the rest of your schooling, and you promised that you would call them every weekend. [break][break]
You did, but not without racking up a small air of infamy; you became the girl others would tell their partners to stay away from. You became the slightly gloomy, slightly shy but kind girl who buried her face in her books. You became distant, but you were funny and sweet, and maybe a little misunderstood. You were weak and small - you were someone to be protected. [break][break]
Really, you think; they should be protected from you.
There's always been something fundamentally wrong with you. [break][break]
And frankly, you didn't understand it. Mother is a hospice nurse, father is a Cardinal. Your older brother is getting work as a firefighter. Your little sister is starry-eyed, she wants to get into the Olympics. You're in your final year of high school with a promising, full-ride scholarship into forensic sciences. You say your prayers in the mornings and before bed, you attend mass every Sunday and thank the lord for each and every blessed day. You have nothing to confess for and act as a role model, studious and sweet as you are. [break][break]
You don't know when it started and you don't know if it's always been that way - but you were always the most skeptical of your family. Your mother encouraged it, as curiosity is how you learn. Unfortunately for her, your curiosity was morbid and horrifying - it warped the image of a small, angelic girl into a grotesque demon. [break][break]
The first incident was with the girl scouts, during a camping trip. The sound of screams and cries rang out the day after you learn how to tie a knot (you learned how to tie a noose) around a squirrel's neck. Obviously, you screamed too - you mirrored the girls around you and played clueless. No one suspected you with your pristine record, but you never did it again. You weren't caught this time, but you weren't sure if you'd be caught next.[break][break]
The second incident was in elementary school, when you broke up a young, childish couple. You couldn't help it - you were so bored of the easy questions in class and you were so bored of the classmates who talked about the same, dreary things. She looked so happy, too, talking about her boyfriend while you're all eleven. All you did was smile at the boy a couple of times and talk to him, one on one. All you did was share a few interests and look cute and meek. He confessed to you the next week and you promptly rejected, with your hand over his and an apologetic smile on your face. For months then on, you mimicked what you'd see on TV and from the adults around you. You mimicked a smile, mimicked maturity, mimicked kindness and how you'd ought to act. [break][break]
The third incident was wrath - the wrath of many girls, actually. You were bullied, relentlessly, by girls who had their partners stolen by you. No one believed them, of course, because you were such a well-behaved angel. Of course the guys would fall for you when you were so nice, and of course you were too sweet to say no and push someone away. You'd cry sweet crocodile tears and show them such compassion, making yourself weak as you pointed to them and named them the pitiful victims. You learned to manipulate, much too well, and lies came to you like you breathed air. It was terrifying. [break][break]
Though the girls had satisfaction bullying you, it would only last for a little while. They were so caught up in their little world that they didn't realize how deep they dug their holes. You, with only entertainment on your mind, would incite others with crocodile tears. You would drop hints and breadcrumbs and let gossip run rampant. You had no reason, really; you were just bored. If anything, you thank the girls for spilling food all over you, or for taking your books - they made every day more fun. [break][break]
You were given a scholarship to Panacea in your sophomore year. Your parents were overjoyed, your siblings were proud. Everyone has such high hopes for you, the child who was so good at school and was such an angel. You were the embodiment of humility, humbleness and maturity amongst your siblings - you were the one who managed your siblings and took care of people. So, your parents weren't worried about you not being able to take care of yourself (despite your mother's fretting). They agreed to send you to Vancouver for the rest of your schooling, and you promised that you would call them every weekend. [break][break]
You did, but not without racking up a small air of infamy; you became the girl others would tell their partners to stay away from. You became the slightly gloomy, slightly shy but kind girl who buried her face in her books. You became distant, but you were funny and sweet, and maybe a little misunderstood. You were weak and small - you were someone to be protected. [break][break]
Really, you think; they should be protected from you.
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CODED BY AINE FOR PANACEA ACADEMY
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