Post by Vivienne Rousseau on Jan 15, 2009 2:43:44 GMT
Accepted, normally I would ask if you aren't creating too much to handle, but you seem to be very active with the two you already have, so I have no concerns, might want to wait a bit on a fourth though 
-JT
Account E-Mail: Addie, once more. Associated accounts are "Adelheid" and "Niamh Dunlevy".
Name: Vivienne Corinne Rousseau ("Vivvy" or "Viv" for short)
Nationality:
European French.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
None. For Pete's sake, she's a PRISONER!
Character History:
From her birth in November of 1910, the woman was big. Not just your average, everyday big either - big, as in, a colossus amongst woman, growing to a full height of seven feet tall. Gigantism had afflicted the only child of Étienne and Corinne Rousseau, as well as a variety of health problems. The couple, living on the northern coast of France, were supported by Étienne's work as a trader; he shipped goods back and forth from the United Kingdom to his homeland. She was sent money by her husband when war broke out, Vivienne only four and having survived pneumonia twice in her short lifetime, her mother fleeing with her to England for safety. There, they stayed with Corinne's elder sister, Margaux, returning only to France in 1923. Étienne was there to greet them, although their home was gone, having been sold during the Great War in order to keep the family afloat.
With some help from relatives, the Rousseaus resettled, this time in the middle of France. Étienne found work again at a general store in a small village, the family owning a modest house in town. As the Depression set in, they found themselves falling into difficult times; the rent was often unpaid, and Étienne was barely holding onto his job. Corinne was forced to take up work as a laundress, and Vivienne eventually joined her. The latter was twenty-three years old, the year 1933, having only gone to school until she was ten; it wasn't an uncommon thing, but the Rousseau's had hoped their "Vivvy" would further her education, having set aside some money just for her. Unfortunately, in order to keep themselves fed, they used it up, but Vivienne didn't mind.
After all, girls weren't expected to do much, anyways, and Vivienne had a number of problems with her health.
Her heart was weaker then normal, and she suffered arthritis in her back and legs, often leading to days where she couldn't even stand. She lost her breath easily, and had suffered pneumonia an amazing ten times throughout her lifetime. She became fully blind in one eye by age seven, and by age ten, Vivienne had 10/20 vision in her other eye. Still, she was a force to be reckoned with; she enjoyed running around, climbing trees and swimming in creeks even if it was painful at times, and her legs and arms developed thick, sinewy muscles. Working with all that dirty laundry sure helped, too.
Laundress work was the norm until 1939, when France declared war on Germany. Vivienne was optimistic about the war; she thought France would win, driving the Germans back to where they belonged and putting them in their place. She was proven wrong, however, by the next year, when part of France became occupied and people were imprisoned right and left. Vivienne tried to stay out of the war, doing laundry and staying as neutral as possible, but was imprisoned after she snapped the neck of a high-ranking officer in a fit of rage. The man had dared to try and order his cronies to raid her house for food, and...it didn't turn out so good, thanks to a sudden loss of breath and bout of angina.
From 1940 on, Vivienne Corinne Rousseau was a prisoner, sent to a German work camp where she broke her back doing near-impossible tasks. Her bad health made her a prime target for killing, the Germans seeing her as "unfit to live", but she kept going. Despite the pain she felt physically, mentally and emotionally, she never broke. She became stronger, her muscles harder, but not as strong as before due to malnutrition in the camps. She was noted to be "troublesome", fighting with her captors and even giving a few of them a nasty concussion, but was favoured as a sort of "pack animal" due to her strength and size. Vivienne found herself bounced around from camp to camp, depending on who wanted the French giant and for what purpose.
Vivienne, now battle-scarred and tattooed with a camp number that will forever mark her as a prisoner of Hitler's, wishes to be free. She has attempted escape, but the Nazis have waited for her to do so, subduing her at every corner. Can she make it back to her beloved homeland, or will she rot in prison forever?
Military Rank:
N/A
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
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Clink. Clink. Clink.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
The rattling of chains, the sound of boots against stone - yet another day in her pathetic little cell. The French giant watched, a caged lioness chained down by captors pathetically smaller then her, bloody murder in her eyes. Someone was coming, although her "shift" in the camp was not for another few hours. What did they want now? To tease her? Tormenting her with threats against her life and family, maybe? A kick out of her pain and misery as the cold caused her legs to ache whenever she moved?
Sadists. All of them. When Vivienne finally got out of the camp...they'd be sorry. Oh, how they would be sorry.
"Si vous êtes ici pour essayer et obtenir une élévation hors de moi," Vivenne growled dangerously, "alors je propose que vous essayiez ailleurs. Je suis très heureux de casser votre émacié, peu de bras de Boche si vous venez étroitement."
The footsteps ceased, as did the rattling of the chains. Vivienne smirked wolfishly, letting out a fitting mock growl that rumbled across the walls of her stone prison. She heard a faint rustle of cloth, as if the intruder was taking a step back, and let out a harsh bark of laughter at this. Apparently, the giant's visitor was a newcomer; everyone she knew that came to her cell was used to her making animalistic sounds to frighten them. It still worked on some, but was only evident in their eyes, and not in the movement of their bodies.
"Ah, avancez," the woman half-spat, half-giggled. "Quelle êtes-vous, un lâche? Sorti ici quand je peux vous voir, vous porc allemand. Sommes-nous effrayés du grand mauvais loup, maintenant?"
Another rustle, another footstep. Vivienne's laughter turned louder, more maniacal and threatening, booming like thunder. This man was a newcomer...he was scared. Scared of the fact she was an even seven feet tall, and scared of the fact that it took ten men to hold her down. If the chains were a bit more rusty then they were...
Feeling mischievious, the woman suddenly roared - not just a cheap knock-off kind of roar, but a real, threatening cry, as if she were a lioness out of Africa. There was an effeminate squeal, and then, the German turned and ran, terrified. By the sounds of it, it was just a boy - perhaps he had been one of those Hitler Youth boys, who sometimes came to check on her when the older officers ordered them too? Such syncophants. It was no secret the SS often poked around in their ranks for fresh meat.
He'd probably be backhanded by the time his snot-nosed little self reported to his commanding officer. It was pathetic that Germany had sunk low enough to recruit innocent children into its ranks. But then again, what dignity was left in the world, what with France's humiliating surrender and what-not?
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Translations:
If you are here to try and get a rise out of me, then I suggest you try elsewhere. I am very happy to break your scrawny, little Boche arm if you come close.
Oh, come on. What are you, a coward? Come out here when I can see you, you German pig. Scared of the big bad wolf, now are we?
-JT
Account E-Mail: Addie, once more. Associated accounts are "Adelheid" and "Niamh Dunlevy".
Name: Vivienne Corinne Rousseau ("Vivvy" or "Viv" for short)
Nationality:
European French.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
None. For Pete's sake, she's a PRISONER!
Character History:
From her birth in November of 1910, the woman was big. Not just your average, everyday big either - big, as in, a colossus amongst woman, growing to a full height of seven feet tall. Gigantism had afflicted the only child of Étienne and Corinne Rousseau, as well as a variety of health problems. The couple, living on the northern coast of France, were supported by Étienne's work as a trader; he shipped goods back and forth from the United Kingdom to his homeland. She was sent money by her husband when war broke out, Vivienne only four and having survived pneumonia twice in her short lifetime, her mother fleeing with her to England for safety. There, they stayed with Corinne's elder sister, Margaux, returning only to France in 1923. Étienne was there to greet them, although their home was gone, having been sold during the Great War in order to keep the family afloat.
With some help from relatives, the Rousseaus resettled, this time in the middle of France. Étienne found work again at a general store in a small village, the family owning a modest house in town. As the Depression set in, they found themselves falling into difficult times; the rent was often unpaid, and Étienne was barely holding onto his job. Corinne was forced to take up work as a laundress, and Vivienne eventually joined her. The latter was twenty-three years old, the year 1933, having only gone to school until she was ten; it wasn't an uncommon thing, but the Rousseau's had hoped their "Vivvy" would further her education, having set aside some money just for her. Unfortunately, in order to keep themselves fed, they used it up, but Vivienne didn't mind.
After all, girls weren't expected to do much, anyways, and Vivienne had a number of problems with her health.
Her heart was weaker then normal, and she suffered arthritis in her back and legs, often leading to days where she couldn't even stand. She lost her breath easily, and had suffered pneumonia an amazing ten times throughout her lifetime. She became fully blind in one eye by age seven, and by age ten, Vivienne had 10/20 vision in her other eye. Still, she was a force to be reckoned with; she enjoyed running around, climbing trees and swimming in creeks even if it was painful at times, and her legs and arms developed thick, sinewy muscles. Working with all that dirty laundry sure helped, too.
Laundress work was the norm until 1939, when France declared war on Germany. Vivienne was optimistic about the war; she thought France would win, driving the Germans back to where they belonged and putting them in their place. She was proven wrong, however, by the next year, when part of France became occupied and people were imprisoned right and left. Vivienne tried to stay out of the war, doing laundry and staying as neutral as possible, but was imprisoned after she snapped the neck of a high-ranking officer in a fit of rage. The man had dared to try and order his cronies to raid her house for food, and...it didn't turn out so good, thanks to a sudden loss of breath and bout of angina.
From 1940 on, Vivienne Corinne Rousseau was a prisoner, sent to a German work camp where she broke her back doing near-impossible tasks. Her bad health made her a prime target for killing, the Germans seeing her as "unfit to live", but she kept going. Despite the pain she felt physically, mentally and emotionally, she never broke. She became stronger, her muscles harder, but not as strong as before due to malnutrition in the camps. She was noted to be "troublesome", fighting with her captors and even giving a few of them a nasty concussion, but was favoured as a sort of "pack animal" due to her strength and size. Vivienne found herself bounced around from camp to camp, depending on who wanted the French giant and for what purpose.
Vivienne, now battle-scarred and tattooed with a camp number that will forever mark her as a prisoner of Hitler's, wishes to be free. She has attempted escape, but the Nazis have waited for her to do so, subduing her at every corner. Can she make it back to her beloved homeland, or will she rot in prison forever?
Military Rank:
N/A
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
++++++++++++++
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
The rattling of chains, the sound of boots against stone - yet another day in her pathetic little cell. The French giant watched, a caged lioness chained down by captors pathetically smaller then her, bloody murder in her eyes. Someone was coming, although her "shift" in the camp was not for another few hours. What did they want now? To tease her? Tormenting her with threats against her life and family, maybe? A kick out of her pain and misery as the cold caused her legs to ache whenever she moved?
Sadists. All of them. When Vivienne finally got out of the camp...they'd be sorry. Oh, how they would be sorry.
"Si vous êtes ici pour essayer et obtenir une élévation hors de moi," Vivenne growled dangerously, "alors je propose que vous essayiez ailleurs. Je suis très heureux de casser votre émacié, peu de bras de Boche si vous venez étroitement."
The footsteps ceased, as did the rattling of the chains. Vivienne smirked wolfishly, letting out a fitting mock growl that rumbled across the walls of her stone prison. She heard a faint rustle of cloth, as if the intruder was taking a step back, and let out a harsh bark of laughter at this. Apparently, the giant's visitor was a newcomer; everyone she knew that came to her cell was used to her making animalistic sounds to frighten them. It still worked on some, but was only evident in their eyes, and not in the movement of their bodies.
"Ah, avancez," the woman half-spat, half-giggled. "Quelle êtes-vous, un lâche? Sorti ici quand je peux vous voir, vous porc allemand. Sommes-nous effrayés du grand mauvais loup, maintenant?"
Another rustle, another footstep. Vivienne's laughter turned louder, more maniacal and threatening, booming like thunder. This man was a newcomer...he was scared. Scared of the fact she was an even seven feet tall, and scared of the fact that it took ten men to hold her down. If the chains were a bit more rusty then they were...
Feeling mischievious, the woman suddenly roared - not just a cheap knock-off kind of roar, but a real, threatening cry, as if she were a lioness out of Africa. There was an effeminate squeal, and then, the German turned and ran, terrified. By the sounds of it, it was just a boy - perhaps he had been one of those Hitler Youth boys, who sometimes came to check on her when the older officers ordered them too? Such syncophants. It was no secret the SS often poked around in their ranks for fresh meat.
He'd probably be backhanded by the time his snot-nosed little self reported to his commanding officer. It was pathetic that Germany had sunk low enough to recruit innocent children into its ranks. But then again, what dignity was left in the world, what with France's humiliating surrender and what-not?
++++++++++++++
Translations:
If you are here to try and get a rise out of me, then I suggest you try elsewhere. I am very happy to break your scrawny, little Boche arm if you come close.
Oh, come on. What are you, a coward? Come out here when I can see you, you German pig. Scared of the big bad wolf, now are we?