Florence Tiquin

[Florence Tiquin]

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: Florence Abelle Tiquin PET NAMES: Flor, Lore, Belle AGE: Twenty-one BIRTH DATE: April 5th BIRTH PLACE: Thalasa GENDER: Female SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual MARITAL STATUS: Single OCCUPATION: Courtesan FEALTY: For the State OUT OF CHARACTER: Dee WAYS OF CONTACT: PM EMAIL:

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HISTORY: A loving father and jealous mother made Florence the lady she is today. She seeks most of her approval from men. If a woman didn't like her or gave her a funny look, it was because she was jealous of her beauty and stature in the city. That was not to say that the woman couldn't have lady friends. She had quite a few. They were ones that traveled along with her where ever she went. They helped her look beautiful while in return she used the money she had to take care of them. Elke and Cosette. Florence loved them like family for they were all she had. Dear ol' Father Tiquin had been dead for some time. And that resentful mother of hers wouldn't have anything to do with her. Why?

Father loved her best, that was why.

She had whatever she wanted whenever she wanted but even her father couldn't give her what she wanted the most: Sanity.

Florence is always paranoid. Who is trying to backstab her? Who is trying to steal her trusted few? What happens when she is no longer wanted in the courts? There were times she couldn't leave her bedroom. In the dark poor Lady Florence laid, hidden under the comfort of her covers with Elke's and Cosette's arms around her, silently assuring her that everything would be okay.

It was why she loved them so much. Her mother saw her as crazy.

She hid it well: the voices. Some she welcomed. They taught her things. Dear ol' Wilbur taught her how to dance. Sweet ol' Ella taught her how to sing quite beautifully. Oh, she couldn't forget the lovely Beverly, who taught her how to be a lady and, Paris, who taught her how to appeal the opposite better. At times, she enjoyed their company but there was one she didn't like hearing from. She hadn't heard his name simply because he never introduce himself to her.

But he was mean. He made her think wild thoughts. He told her people were laughing at her. He told her to do things that would ultimately harm her.

Florence never dare to tell even Elke and Cosette about this one.

Some much went on her in mind, yet only few would ever know it.

Unless she slipped up.

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
[From Graves and Roses: Noel Travis and Theron De Silvas]

There were some moments in life where one wishes they were sleeping. If they were sleeping it meant they were dreaming and if they were dreaming, everything happening in front of them was not real. Noel had a few moments in his eighteen years of life where he wished he had been sleeping and dreaming. The obvious moment was when Kyle died. Oh, how he wished it had been a bad dream. If it had been a dream, everything that had happened afterward wouldn't have been real. He would have woken up knowing that he was going to see him again. They'll laugh while they ate lunch together as Kyle's foot caressed his ankle slyly under the table. They'd be panting quietly while kissing in the welcomed darkness of a movie theater. It wouldn't be like it was now. He wouldn't be standing there in his dorm with Kyle's sister. Tears of sadness and anger wouldn't be evident.

It...wouldn't be like..

this.

He flinched as she tossed the picture on the bed. It was like a treasured memory going up in flames. A part of him wanted to quickly gather up the pictures before she got any ideas. Like to burn them. But he couldn't move; instead, he just closed his eyes as she spoke. He couldn't bear to look at her. ”That’s not Kyle. I know it’s not. You were angry at me for lying, so what, is it now my turn?” Angry, yes. Yes, he had been angry at first at her lying but he wasn't a cruel young man. Cruelness was not apart of his list of personality traits. He opened his mouth to say something but she just continued on and on. ”Kyle would have told me if he was....... gay.” ”We told each other everything. He would have fucking told me.” ”Why do you feel the need to do this? My brother is dead. Isn’t that enough? Is this why you were so intent of getting me to admit who I was, so you could start flinging lies at me?”

With each accusation, he felt like a knife was being thrust into his heart. And the more he kept thinking her words over, the more the knife twisted around and lodged deep into his heart. He was so..overwhelmed. Here he had tried to confide in her and she believed it was lies. All lies. Why would he lie about something like this? Everything had felt so real to him. Everything was real for him. The pain. The ache in his heart. That was all real to him. Yet, she was saying he was lying. She didn't understand.

"What do I have to gain by lying to you.." He whispered out, his voice cracking under the pain. He moved to the bed and picked up random pictures, holding them up for her to say. "You see these, Theron? These are all I have of him! All I have. Pictures and memories. " Noel shook the pictures at her."Pictures don't lie! I have no reason to lie. I love him more than anything. If I didn't, I wouldn't have kept the fact we were dating a secret. But He knew he couldn't tell you or your parents. You wouldn't have understood. You don't understand now." He dropped the pictures on the bed and pointed his finger at her.

"I didn't get a chance to go see him one last time before he was buried under six feet worth of dirt! I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I didn't get a chance to tell him I loved him more than anything! You did! The people he had to pretend to." He yelled, tears streaming down his face. When did he start crying? He didn't even know, he couldn't even figure out. It just hurt so much. His breath had quicken to the point he felt like he was gasping for air. There wasn't just a lump in his throat but many many more to point he felt like he was choking on his grief. Yes, that's what he was choking on. Grief. He didn't get a chance to go to the funeral. He couldn't go to the funeral no matter how much he had wanted to. He kept their relationship a secret and the fact that she had the nerve to call it all a lie...

"You got your closure! I didn't get anything! You don't understand what it was like knowing that I couldn't go to his funeral because I wasn't welcome! Your father didn't want a gay son. Neither does my father. All we had were each other! You don't understand how it felt to have to pretend to just be friends so no one would suspect him! So no one would report it back to your father that his son had a boyfriend! I couldn't hold his hand in this school! I couldn't tell him I loved him until we were behind closed doors! We had to drive at least an hour away so that we could be ourselves!" Running his fingers through his hair, he turned his back from her as he tried desperate to choke back the sob that threatened to escape. This couldn't be happening to him. He went the longest time without crying because he still had a secret worth protecting, not for his sake. But for Kyle's sake. He was going to the grave with rumors. Rumors that most couldn't prove unless Noel opened his mouth. And now that he had opened his mouth, he regretted all the more.

He should have just let her go when she tried to get away.

His selfishness had gotten the best of him. And now he was reaping the punishment accordingly. "We thought we could be ourselves if we came to this. We already had a year ripped from us. Being a secret.." He took a breath." was better than being nothing at all. Not seeing him for a year..nearly destroyed me. And now..All I got are these.." His tear crested eyes looked at the pictures. He wanted to be alone now. He needed to be alone now.

"Get out."

The words came out so easily from his tongue, yet they had been soft. But the more he thought about her words. The venom behind him. The insults that fueled them; he could feel the anger returning to him. How dare she insult their memories together. How dare she call them a lie. "Get out." He said with more feeling to it as he moved toward the door, unlocking it before opening it. "Get out!" Noel yelled, closing his eyes and turning his head.

"Just get out..."

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