Character Information Character Name: Juliette Coulombe Nickname(s):Jules Superiors and people close to her sometimes get away with Juli Gender: Female Age and Birthday: 16; April 5, 1997 Guild: Fighters' Guild Job Class: Squire Weapon: Hand to hand fighter primarily, has some knowledge of daggers and shortswords, looking to move into brass knuckles and claws eventually.
Personality: Juliette is serious, studious, and carefully, almost painfully polite. It has been trained into her from an early age that a Young Lady of Quality must behave a certain way; accordingly, she takes pains to conform to this standard, smiling sweetly, speaking softly and in as few words as possible, and never, under any circumstances, behaving in a way which may come across as unbecoming. She is obedient, hard-working, and rarely causes anyone any trouble, though she is also often seen as stuck up and/or dull by her fellow squires.
However, Juliette has a temper, buried deep and locked away under good breeding and a fierce desire to prove herself worthy. She attempts never to let it get the best of her, although she often has to count breaths in order to calm herself from the verge of shouting. She diligently practices meditation as a means of controlling and constructively channeling her anger. Underneath the veneer of confidence she attempts to project at all times, she is also painfully insecure, attempting to make up for what she feels are her many failings by always working harder. She is uncertain how to befriend her peers and thus often gets labeled snobbish.
Being quite aware that her only worth to her adopted family at this time is the span of her accomplishments, Juliette is also fiercely competitive. She pushes to be at the head of her class in all things - even when it doesn't always work - and eschews personal relationships in favor of other things generally considered more "practical." She would never admit that she craves affection - that is not her place, of course - but she can be struck utterly speechless by unexpected kindness, especially when it comes without clear ulterior motives.
Appearance: Just over 5'4 and still growing, Juliette's build is willowy, though she has been working diligently at building more muscle. She has long dark hair which she generally wears braided, dark eyes, and a face that is becoming more angular with maturity. She is pretty enough, she supposes, for those who care about such things, but she plays up her appearance as little as she can possibly get away with. For various reasons, being seen as a young woman as opposed to a girl causes her great discomfort, so she does not dress in a feminine manner unless prompted.
History: Juliette does not remember her parents. She is the last remaining member of the once high-profile Coulombe family, but when she was only one, her parents and siblings were murdered. It was a very sensational case at the time - all of the Coulombes, slain in one night, the baby hidden in the closet under a pile of laundry and miraculously found crying loudly and pulled out by peacekeepers before the ensuing fire burned the estate to ashes.
Juliette was raised by distant relations of her mother by the name of Lord and Lady Demiel, who were on barely cordial terms with her parents at the time of their demise. The Demiels made certain to remind Juliette at every possible opportunity that she is very lucky that they have chosen to endure the hardship of taking her in and making a proper lady out of her. She responded to these statements by attempting to fulfill every expectation placed on her, though it took her well into her teens to begin suspecting that nothing she does will ever actually result in their approval.
Juliette entered squire training at 12, a common practice with children of noble families, especially those showing discipline problems. In comparison with many of her peers, Juliette was hardly undisciplined - but as a child, she did have quite the temper, and despite her best efforts to be good, was likely to get quite irrational when it was provoked. Although she tried hard to contain it - Young Ladies of Quality did not shout - she was not always able to do so in her childhood and early adolescence. The breathing and concentration exercises taught by one of her teachers - a monk - were particularly helpful to her in learning to curb these impulses, and she slowly began to gravitate towards that career path herself, though there was some scandal about this as it had been assumed that she would likely become a knight.
Juliette's life has also recently become somewhat more complicated by the fact that she is nearly of age. She stands to inherit the entire Coulombe estate - which would make her quite wealthy - but only upon her majority and with the condition of her marriage. Naturally, interested parties are already sniffing about, and the Demiels have their own preferred candidates whom they are trying to push onto her quite insistently. In response, she retreats further into her studies and training with some faint hope of delaying the inevitable until at least such time as she completes her apprenticeship and has a little power to call her own, however minor it might in actuality be.
Weaknesses: - Terrible with people. Bad at making friends and forging connections, not very relatable. - Below average strength for a squire of her age. - Self-esteem problems. She hides them, but it's been implied that she's not good enough all her life - sometimes, she believes it. - Tries to suppress her own instinct to lead, preferring to follow even when she knows that what has been proposed is a terrible idea.
Strengths: - Diligent. Does her research, tests her hypotheses, and prepares everything in minute detail. - Hard worker. - Quick. A lack of strength - she's working on it - is balanced by above-average agility and a certain grace. - Intelligent and well-read. She's never had many (any?) close friends, so she's spent a lot of time with books (applying her knowledge, however.....).
Plot ideas: -Reunite with big sis Audrey, y/y? -Epic rivalry with Pyr, obviously -Being the Hermione to Pyr and Sky so they don't die -Make some friends, plz -Train with all the FG adults! -Get fed cookies (and reassurance) by Aspel -Find some way to balance the expectations placed upon her with her desire to just be herself
Plink. Plink. Plink. It had rained the night before. The remaining moisture slid from the rooftop, drop by drop, to crash to the cobblestones below. She could hear it clearly, the rhythmic plinking stabbing into her concentration. She pulled air into her lungs, slow, controlled, pushed it out. Behind her eyelids, it was blessedly dark.
Well, Lady Demiel had said with a moue of distaste, lifting a carefully formed curl from Juliette's shoulder, then letting it fall back into place, it is not much, but I suppose we must work with what we've got, mustn't we, dear?
She hadn't said anything. Not then and not later, in the stuffy cab to yet another interminable party, where she had danced with any number of young gentlemen ranging from dull to distressing - one of them had thought to allow his hand to wander just below her waist during a particularly tedious waltz; Juliette had gritted her teeth, stepped on his foot with her heel, and then lowered her eyes and simpered, telling him how very sorry and silly and clumsy she was.
Not much, but we must work with what we've got. Lady Demiel was often not kind, but she was also not wrong.
She clenched her teeth, breathed through the surge of hopeless fury as she thought of the evening which had ended with a mild scolding for allowing her slippers to become wet - it had been dark, there had been a puddle, her mind had been elsewhere. It didn't matter. She lacked graces both social and physical, and now, with the drops of water splattering to the ground outside the window, she lacked even the capacity to achieve balance.
She began to count her breaths. One. Her lungs expanded; as she breathed out, she imagined all of her unbecoming thoughts rushing out past her lips like so many leaves scattered on the wind. Two. The sound of water hitting cobbles was insignificant. The young man at the party was insignificant. Lady Demiel's words were insignificant. She was - Three.
There was a sort of catharsis in letting everything go. Juliette opened her eyes, feeling comfortingly hollowed. Her hands no longer shook and her mind no longer raced as she rose from the floor with the grace she had so recently disclaimed.
Now she was ready to work.
What skills and abilities do expect this character to have?:
Mastered Cure Dodge Kick Flurry Throw
Learning CURRENTLY NOTHING
Are you comfortable with the possibility of this character being killed? Definitely not now, but ask me later.
Trivia: - Loves dogs. Lady Demiel's giant bruiser Boris is probably her best friend in the world. - Enjoys adventure stories, and will hide them inside book covers for histories and other nonfiction texts so that no one will know. - Pescatarian - claims to the Demiels that this is part of the "pure mind and body" mentality taught to her by the guild and thus gets away with being a "picky eater." - Scared of fire, and the smell of smoke distresses her deeply. - Can dance fairly well due to being expected to make herself presentable for various noble functions. Would likely enjoy it if her partners weren't all calculating ways in which she could be useful to them.