Post by Coco Moreau on Sept 1, 2009 4:30:05 GMT
Cosette Leila Moreau
“Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.” ~Jim Davis
character basics
NICKNAMES: Coco, Cosi
AGE: Physical: 20; She forgets her actual age
BIRTHDAY: After the Fall of Man
GROUP: Dark Being
SPECIES: Lilitu Demon
OCCUPATION Head Chef at the Midnight Cabaret
GENDER: Female
PLAY-BY: Amy Adamsappearance
One could describe Coco as the beautiful, young courtesan stereotype if it weren’t for the fact that she doesn’t sell herself. Looking the part of a housewife, she is one who appears “at home” in a kitchen. Contrary to her nature, Coco has the face of an angel. She has an oval face with high cheekbones and a thin, narrow nose. Her light blue eyes are almond shaped and framed by long, lush eyelashes. Coco has luscious lips that she paints with blood red lipstick. Her thick, light auburn tresses frame her face perfectly. The semi-wavy locks cascade to her shoulder blades. Any longer and Coco would most likely became annoyed with it. Most of the time, her hair is pulled up into a bun or a pretty French twist.
Having an general appealing body, Coco has a middling bosom, slim waist, and slight hips. Reaching the height of five foot five inches, Coco is just slightly taller than most women. Her limbs are long and lithe, and she carries herself most of the time with grace. Coco has lovely, pale skin that is as smooth as silk and as soft as Cashmere.
Even though it’s the 1930’s, Coco hasn’t quite ditched the slimming, boned corset. Of course, she doesn’t tie it as tight as the women did in the 1800’s. Other than the corset, she wears whatever is fashionable at the moment and an apron that covers the front of her skirt that is covered in what looks to be like dark red stains (supposedly juice from raw meat). Of course she modifies the clothing and adds her own bit of style to it. She made all of her dresses sleeveless. Who wants long sleeves in a hot kitchen? Coco also raised the hemline of her skirts to her knee. With the hemline, she added a little extra flare to her dresses. Underneath her skirts, there are about 10 tiers of shortened petticoats. Maybe her fashion sense a little ahead of the times. Most of clothes come in black, dark blue, red, and any other colors she deems fit to wear.
As her name suggest, Coco’s voice has a permanent French accent. However it’s not one of those over done accents. No, it’s very natural, but it can be annoying at times. Her voice is light and mezzo-soprano pitched, contrary to her demonic nature. On the other hand, her voice does hold an undertone of menace, though it’s very slight.
personality
Coco is very at home in the kitchen. One of her fondest hobbies is to spend hours over a hot stovetop, whipping up one of her savory recipes or creating a new dish. She loves using rare and often unorthodox ingredients in her cooking. Coco loves really fresh ingredients in her recipes… Like pluck straight from the bone fresh. Some call it torture. She likes to think of it as good food preparation. Coco disposes of any and all evidence in her dishes. Nothing does to waste in her kitchen; it’s blasphemy to her. She enjoys using baby’s blood in most of her entrées. She finds it adds a little something extra, or it could be the Lilitu in her. Coco would like to think that it’s the former. Cooking is definitely her passion. Coco in a kitchen is like a child in an amusement park; let her loose and she go wild. She wants things to be perfect, especially her cooking. Everything must taste delectable and smell delicious. Due to her overall elation while she creates her savory dishes, Coco sings and dances around while she cooks. Due to this many see her as immature and somewhat naïve. Oh well… Let them think what they want… Also for some reason, Coco is very territorial over any kitchen she works in. In other words, don’t touch anything unless you want to end up in a soufflé. Also never ask her what she puts in the food. She won’t tell you. Plus you don’t want to know.
Coco seems like an all around people pleaser… almost like a Stepford wife. She likes to know that she’s done well. Is a compliment or two so much to ask for? She doesn’t think so. On that note, Coco is a bit of perfectionist. She hates messing up and won’t stop until she gets it right. If she doesn’t perfect it by the umpteenth time, Coco throws a bit of a hissy fit. It’s a tad childish, but it’s her. Also Coco is highly energetic, though most of her energy is displayed in the kitchen. For a demon, she is very hygienic. Coco likes her workspace to be clean, and since she wants it done right, she does the cleaning herself. She’s a regular whistle while she works girl. It reminds you of Snow White minus the poison apple, although Coco could whip one up if she wanted. Also Coco seems pretty useless when you take her out of the kitchen. She can cook up every dish under the sun, but tell her to drop something off at the post office and it becomes a herculean labor. It makes you wonder if she is a demon…
Coco doesn’t put much stock in love. To her the heart is a delicious muscle and love is worthless. However she has never fallen in love, and she’s pretty sure she never will. She’s never heard of a demon falling in love. Such emotions were meant for monkeys (humans) and those rats with wings (angels). It’s a fact that Coco hates humans and angels. The only thing humans are good for is a gumbo and babies. Infant blood is a luscious treat. As far as she knows, angels aren’t good as far as food, but she could probably invent a new type of angel food cake. However, Coco isn’t an idiot and she has good sense of self preservation. She wouldn’t be caught dead in the presence of an angel. Something about them gives her the heebie-jeebies. Sunlight, holy objects, and hallow ground are a few of Coco’s least favorite things. Matinee in Broadway. Count her out. Dipping her fingers in holy water. Can you say third degree burns? Midnight picnic at the local graveyard. Sounds like fun, but she’ll pass.
family & history
Father: N/A
Mother: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Others: Not at the moment
Coco was not always called Coco…
Sometime after the fall of man, Leila as she was called back then was manifested in a dark corner of Hell. She was placed on Earth fairly early to kill and drink the blood of newborn infants. She guessed the idea was to kill man so Hell could take over the Earth. Unfortunately there was a little problem with her mission, and it had to do with a deal and three angels. Well anyway because of this deal, Leila could only get her hands on very few infants, so she decided it might be a good idea to wait a few millennia when the deal would be forgotten. So what does a demon do while waiting, why return to Hell of course. There’s nothing fun to do on Earth.
For the next few millennia, Leila hung around with her fellow Lilitu demons, becoming the personal chef. In the little demon clique, it seemed that everyone had a forte of sorts such as seduction, torture, temptation, etc. Well Leila’s forte seemed to be cooking. Whatever was brought to her she made into food. During this time, Leila created a miniature cake that especially appeased the Lilitu palate. Who needs to go to cooking school (not that there was one) when you can just hone your skills in the Pit?
Well eventually around the 1st century C.E. Leila left Hell along with several other Lilitu demons, and with her new skill, she to Hell on Earth. While most demons went to cause chaos in the Roman Empire, Leila went to the land that the Romans called Gaul. Gaul had already been conquered by the Romans thanks to Julius Caesar. Deciding to bring more misery, she whipped up a little concoction and poisoned the fields and crop stores, but it was all good. Leila was entertained while the monkeys died from either famine or disease. The Gauls were fun to mess with. However the real entertainment began when the Romans came to collect tribute, and the Gauls had nothing to give. Now Leila was sure that the Romans had enough demons messing with them, but what was one more going to hurt? So during the night, Leila poisoned the Roman soldiers’ rations, causing them to either become ill or starve as well. While surveying the misery she caused, Leila thought about how much she didn’t care about the little monkeys surviving the coming winter. Leila traveled across the Eastern Hemisphere doing pretty much the same thing. Two of her more notable famines were the grain famine during Louis XVI reign and the Great Potato Famine.
During the early 1850’s, Leila gave up her famine causing and her original name. During the later half of the 19th century, Leila chose to reside in Paris, France under the name Cosette Moreau, Coco for short. During her stay in France, she opened a pastry shop that was stocked with all sorts of delectable goodies made with “secret” ingredients. Let just say, Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett had nothing on Coco. Coco stayed in France until the late 1920’s. Of course she matriculated through the country, leaving behind a shop everywhere she went and adding a new recipe to her cook book.
By the time the Great Depression hit, Coco was in New York, witnessing America sink. Humans were miserable, there was no liquor, and some couldn’t even afford food. It was hell, and she loved it. Hearing whispers of a cabaret for demons and other creatures, Coco naturally went to see if her talent could be put to use. She entered the Midnight Cabaret as a Commis chef. Not one to stay in the low ranks for long, Coco quickly rose to the Head Chef due to her obvious talent and skill.the roleplayer
NAME: Mari
GENDER: Female
AGE: 18
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 7-8 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG-C
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Honestly, Izabella was not having a great morning. She had been awoken by nightmares of her family’s death just as the sun set, and her mind wouldn’t let her go back to sleep. Deciding that a walk would help clear her mind, she dressed for a journey through the forest. The Dragomir Princess changed from her nightwear into a pair of light gray skinny jeans and an onyx long sleeved shirt. The V neckline showed a little too much skin for Izabella’s liking, so she adorned her neck with a silver owl pendent. She quickly put on a black ankle boots that looked like riding boots with a heel. After pulling haft of her thick dark hair into a low ponytail, Izabella quietly left her room and snuck out of the dorm.
Once outside, the Dragomir Princess knew she had made the right choice in attire. The temperature was a bit cool for the summer. ‘What an odd occurance…’ thought Izabella while she looked around for the patrolling guardians. Even though she was still on campus, Izabella didn’t want to run into one of them. She highly doubted that they would let her go off campus, and she didn’t want an escort. Swiftly and as quietly as a whispering wind, the Moroi princess headed towards the outskirts of the academy. Reaching the forest was almost too easy. She was sure she would have had to slip passed a guardian but she didn’t. Now she was home free.
Leisurely Izabella meandered through the trees, not really sure of a destination. She didn’t really want one at the moment. It was so peaceful to walk through the forest this early in the night. Maybe she would make this a regular habit, granted she didn’t have a bad experience. Above the trees, the princess glanced at the moon as it slowly made its way through the night sky. Its silver glow was her guiding light through the lush, green forest.
As she aimlessly wandered through the dark forest, Izabella’s thought returned to her nightmare. In her mind, she saw her parents and her brother being murdered by Strigoi. It was a bloody dream full of screams and torment. Subconsciously, the Dragomir Princess began to walk faster, as if she was trying to get rid of the images. She would have sworn she had heard her mother scream, but Izabella knew it was only in her mind. Abruptly halting, Izabella shut her eyes and covered her ears with her pale hands as if she was trying to block out a sound. However the forest was silent, and no one was with her. She was utterly alone. ‘GO AWAY!’ shouted the Dragomir Princess, wanting to make the nightmare disappear. Then she began to wonder if coming to the forest was actually a good idea in the first place.
On the verge of tears, Izabella ran to the one place in the forest she knew would get rid of her nightmare: Lac de Mystère. Running on her toes, the Moroi princess dashed through trees and let the wind sweep back her hair. She knew it would probably be a tangled mess in the end, but the running felt good. It felt like a swift release as all she concentrated on was getting to the lake.
Soon she reached the clearing that held the lake. Somewhat out of breath, Izabella leaned against the trunk of a tree and gazed at the lake for a moment. The stillness of the lake swept over the Dragomir Princess, calming her a bit. It was just what she needed. Taking her eyes off of the lake, she scanned the area and noticed that she wasn’t alone. Slipping behind the tree, Izabella recognized one of the figures as Shax. She wondered what he was doing here. Then she turned her attention to the other and identified her as an Ozera Princess. ‘He couldn’t be here with her…’ thought Izabella not wanting to jump to conclusions. When the girl had yelled at Shax to go away, she thought, ‘MmmHmm… Definitely not here with him’
Now Izabella didn’t like the Ozeras much. She knew them to be a troublemaking family. As she watched the conversation, the Dragomir Princess knew that she definitely did not like this Ozera. From where she was standing, Shax was doing nothing provoking, besides being himself. ‘How rude especially for a royal…” though Izabella growing tired off the girl’s attitude. Prepared to step in, the Dragomir Princess came out from behind the tree. She stared emotionlessly at the Ozera Princess who now had an amused smirk on her face. Then the wind picked up and blew a cool breeze through the clearing and with that the girl was gone with the wind. Not wanting the wind to pick up any more, Izabella calmed the breeze.
One the wind had died, the Moroi princess slowly walked into the clearing. With soft footsteps, she moved closer to her friend not wanting to disturb him. Izabella watched the still, silent novice guardian as she drew closer. She knew he wasn’t sleeping. Shax was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He assumed he knew she was near. Izabella stopped when she was right next to Shax’s arm and looked down of her “sleeping” friend.- Izabella, Nostalgia
