MARIANNE BONNEFOY
Name: Marianne Victoire Bonnefoy
Age: 26
Nationality: French
Prisoner/Guard: Prisoner
The time they've been in the camp: Four months
Appearence:
Marianne is of average height, maybe a bit on the taller side, standing at 5' 7". She is lean and flexible, although she doesn't lack curves. When she was a little girl she was always self-conscious of her lack of, as she called them back then, 'bumps under the dress'. Thankfully, after hitting puberty, her chest grew to a size she can be proud of; for her, they are the symbols of her femininity.
Her face, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and plump, shapely lips, looks aristocratic, even though she wasn't born as one. She has extremely blue, almost violet eyes, framed by naturally thick eyelashes. Her hair used to be an inch or so longer than shoulder-length, her tresses, with the exception of her fringe, pinned up with a hair clip or sometimes arranged in a decorative bun.
Nowadays, her hair barely reaches her shoulder. She hates it that she can't care for her hair suitably, so she cuts it shorter.
Ever since getting in contact with the wealthier parts of France, particularly Paris, Marianne has taken great care of her appearance. She always makes sure to look her best. Even in the camp, when she manages to get her hands on needles and threads she updates her wardrobe to suit the latest fashion she knows of. (Which isn't very hard to do. She just has to make the dress hug her waist tighter. Or, in this case, the shirt.)
She has lost some weight during those four months she has been here, which annoys her. She can see her ribs protruding when she is stretching, which makes her feel less beautiful. Not to mention the slight musculature that appeared on her arms from working; this camp is trying very hard to remove all semblances of her femininity.
Personality:
Marianne, like a true French lady, is quite well versed in the art of seduction. She lives to tantalize males and make them want her so bad it hurts. Playing with the feelings of the wealthy has become both her hobby and her job. She likes sex and she isn't ashamed of that fact. Kissing, touching, too bodies moving together passionately towards the sweet, sinful edge, those are the things she lives for.
She is rarely truly serious. Marianne prefers to hide herself behind innuendos and jokes, ignoring the problems of the people around her. When the war broke out, she denied it vehemently and went about with her business as usual. It didn't concern her, so why would she worry about such a thing?
Her lack of empathy for those who suffer or poor people has led to her getting called heartless on numerous occasions. She is also very calculative and only ever does something if it benefits her in some way. She can easily manipulate those around her and she always gets what she wants, even if it means using dirty tricks to get rid of the competition. And what better way is there to ruin someone's reputation than gossip? That is why Marianne is always on her guard for potential dirt, shamelessly spying on other people's conversations when she thinks something juicy might come up.
Marianne is a great actress. That makes not only seduction, but spying laughably easy for her as well. She can put on any façade she wants, depending on the situation. She can behave like an innocent little virgin, but also like a coy, fiery seductress, all to suit the taste of her victim.
Although she likes to believe her heart is impenetrable, she falls in love much too easily and she always ends up getting hurt. Perhaps that is why she enjoys hurting others so much. Perhaps she likes making them feel the hurt she has had to feel too many times already. Try as she might, she just can't convince herself that love doesn't exist. She can't stop dreaming about her One True Love appearing one day and whisking her away.
She loves eating fine foods, drinking expensive wines, and smoking cigarettes. After getting captured she had to abandon the first two but she never quit smoking. The only things she trades cigarettes for are toiletries.
History:
Marianne was born in a small town south of Bordeaux. She was an only child, which meant her parents tried to spoil her as much as they could. Without much luck. They weren't very poor, but they did have to work to be able to eat. Since she was a girl, she couldn't help her father out on the fields, nor could she become a smith or something that would help their financial situation, therefore she was usually in charge of the animals and their modest garden.
She was content if not a little bored with her life. During winter she had almost nothing to do. Marianne usually visited her neighbour, a rude and wrinkly old woman whom nobody liked. The old lady didn't like her little visitor at first, finding the constant presence of the dirty little girl unpleasant. However, after realizing that she was nothing but lonely without her constant nagging, the old lady told Marianne stories about Paris, her previous home. She told her all about the glamorous streets, the beautiful and rich people, the exquisite food and wine, the music, the balls, everything. The young girl drank it all up and constantly demanded more. The old lady never ran out of stories to tell. After a while she decided to teach Marianne how to read, draw, and cook. She even taught her how to sew new dresses for herself.
Marianne started cherishing the time spent with the refined old lady much more than the time she had to spend with her parents. They were too simple, too poor, too...uneducated for her tastes. Her personality changed as well; instead of the innocent young girl she used to be, she became a haughty, flirty, and disrespectful teenager. She seduced the all too willing young boys from around the village, disappearing with them for hours. Her parents were horrified of this change; the old lady couldn't have been prouder.
One day, Marianne decided that she wanted to go to Paris. She was tired of the village life. She needed the glamour of the city! Her parents tried to talk her out of it, but she didn't listen. All she needed was the encouragement of her mentor she loved more than anyone. And encouragement did she receive. That was all she needed; she packed up her few possessions, took all the money her parents had hidden away, and left to Paris.
She was amazed by the city. It was more beautiful than she would have imagined. Unfortunately, the amount of money she brought only lasted for a few days. Soon, she found herself wandering the streets with no money and all her possessions stolen.
Marianne only had one thing left: her body, her pretty face, and the tricks the old lady had taught her. It left only one place for her to go: Pigalle.
And that was how Marianne was found by the madame. Thanks to the girl's seductive nature and her eagerness to do her job, she quickly found herself on the top of the brothel hierarchy and soon the madam was offering her to largely influential and wealthy men. Her life was comfortable and filled with sex, although not always with the most desirable of partners.
Then war broke out. She heard of the horrors on the balls the French nobles still held, trying to make it seem like nothing was wrong. Marianne herself couldn't care less about the war, but she still pitied the soldiers who had to die for such a useless cause.
It was during this time that she met Jeanne. She was not her first female client, but she was her first female love. Jokingly, Marianne always told her that she must have been the reincarnation of Jeanne d'Arc; she certainly loved their country enough for that. And then came 14 June, 1940. Paris was occupied. And Jeanne, sweet, beautiful, young Jeanne was killed. Suddenly, the war mattered so much more to Marianne.
She stayed in Nazi occupied Paris and joined a French resistance group. She was asked to spy on the German and find out as many military secrets as she could. High-ranking officers weren't easy to get to, but they were men. And men, no matter what nationality, always had one weakness: women. She managed to seduce a lot of enemy soldiers and even some officers, but she was caught pretty soon.
Until that time she was pretty sure it was impossible for her to get raped.
Feeling dirty, sick, and useless, Marianne awaited death eagerly. But it never came. She was knocked unconscious instead and they brought her to a POW camp in the middle of nowhere. That was four months ago.
She never really tries to escape, knowing that her German knowledge and her clothes would make it obvious that she was foreign. She simply does her daily routine, which involves working in the kitchen for the soldiers, smoking, and sleeping. Sometimes, when she's bored and in the mood, she would flirt with the guards or even her fellow prisoners, mostly to pass the time. But she does miss sex and wouldn't mind some intercourse every once in a while.
RP Sample:
"O Fortuna velut Luna." She recalled her dear old mentor sing this to her all those years ago. She smirked up at the moon humorlessly. Oh, how true it was.
'This camp is starting to make me sentimental.' A small chuckle escaped her lips, the small fog of her breath mixing with the warm smoke of her cigarette. She wasn't the type to frequently think of the past, preferring to stay away from the tempting and beautiful memories. She would be lying if she said she didn't miss Paris or even that dirty little village she came from. It would be better anywhere but here.
She took another drag of her cigarette, feeling it warm up her lungs and somewhat calm her soul. She hated it here. She felt trapped, dirty, and undesirable. And, like every other lonely night she couldn't sleep, she felt small parks of lust prickling her skin.
Marianne could feel her cheerless smirk widening. She really was a whore. Here she was, on the roof of a barrack, in the middle of a POW camp, in the middle of a World War and she was thinking of sex. And oh, was she thinking of sex. Just like an addict, she could feel herself going on withdrawal. How pathetic. She looked around the silent camp, hoping to find a guard and get some punishment for sneaking out.
God, she was starting to disgust herself. When had she become so needy? Marianne heaved a heavy sigh and stood up, slipping back into the room quietly. She would rather try to go to sleep once again than do something shameful but at least somewhat satisfying on the roof. She hadn't sunk that low yet.
Out of character
Name: Vicky.
Timezone/Country: GMT+1/Hungary
Age: 17
A little about yourself: Hmm, let's see. My favorite characters are England and America, but I only RP the later one. I also RP Fem!France, Mangary, and Hungary. When I grow up
Anything Else?: Green or lilac, depending on my mood.
