Marius Leclair

[Marius Leclair]

LECLAIR, MARIUS ALICE

“HELLO HEAVEN
WHO'S THAT DEVIL ON THE BED?”
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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FULL NAME. Marius Alice Leclair

NICKNAMES. Mari
BIRTHDATE. June 1st
AGE/YEAR Fifteen; Fifth Year
BLOOD Unknown, presumably Muggle Born (Adopted)
HOUSE PREFERENCE Slytherin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original

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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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HAIR&EYES
Like his twin, he has naturally straight, thick hair the color of chai tea and mocha. He is very meticulous about the way his hair is styled, and prefers to have it constantly hanging in his eyes in case he needs to hide his face to save himself from any emotional embarrassment; whereas Mattieu isn't afraid to show his full face. Similarly, Marius has smaller eyes than his brother, sharper, but still maintaining that same cat-like mischievous caramel glow.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT 5'8" and 130 lbs

Marius has a body built for quidditch. He is tall, but with a very small, thin frame. His wrist is able to fit in Gabriel's index finger and thumb. Despite this, he is incredibly strong for someone his size. His stomach is cut just like a greek statue, with rippling abs and a prominent sex V. Even though he has a masculine build, his hips are somewhat noticeable feminine and wider than most men's.
FACE CLAIM Yu Ha Min

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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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WAND wood type, core, length, flexibility.
LIKES
Mattieu
Quidditch
Challenges
Being in the Spotlight
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Instigating others
Women (The beautiful kind)
Control
Chocolate
Himself
Luxurious things
Mirrors
Dessert
Night Time
The cold
Being treated like a prince
Laughter
DISLIKES
Being Manipulated
Being made a fool of
Liars
Losing
Not being good enough
Clingy girls
Dependence
Anyone messing with Mattieu
Idiots
Losers
Being taken advantage of
BOGGART
He sees his friends, figuring out about his parents' homosexuality and relives the moment where consequentially, they beat him until he blacked out.
MIRROR OF ERISED
When Marius looks into the mirror of erised...he thinks it's a normal mirror, because he just sees himself. "God, I should be a model."
PATRONUS
Marius' patronus is ironically one of his favorite patterns to wear--a Leopard. He is fiercely territorial and protective, as well as sly and mysterious.
PERSONALITY
Marius has a very sharp tongue and refuses to avoid conflict with others even if it is easier to back down. In fact, he rather enjoys any type of conflict, no matter what attention it brings to him. Those that dare to insult him to his face will see that this man's tolerance runs very thin, and he has absolutely no regard for following the rules or a code of morality. He is extremely prideful, and refuses to do anything that would make his reputation or image suffer. Due to his extreme superiority complex, he can come off as a cold hearted jack ass who doesn't care about others, and many people despise him because of it. The fact of the matter remains that, he gets on other people's nerves purposefully, pulling all the right strings and saying all the right things to make his victim tick. He is a misanthrope who doesn't believe in the good of humanity, a pessimist who wears the mask of a playboy to gain control over women and pleasure.

Marius despises any sort of weakness and takes the liberty of pointing out flaws in other the people with the a smile. He despises liars, even though he himself sometimes lies to cover up his feelings.

Despite his cold attitude and flaming charisma, Marius does have a tender side that hardly anyone ever sees. When someone gets close enough to trust, he will be understanding, and even gentle. Once you are his friend he will never betray you, nor will he ever let a single person down, as he fears disappointment. At heart, like his father Aiji, he is soft-hearted, and even a romantic who is simply waiting for the right person--a person who would be able to handle him without controlling or diluting his personality.

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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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BIRTHPLACE Marseilles, France
CHILDREN None
PARENTS Decaria Mattieu Leclair, Adoptive Father, 35, Curse Breaker and co-owner of Leclair Charmes, Slytherin Alumni
Aiji Henry Leclair (Former Carrington), Adoptive Father, 31, Metal Charmer and Owner of Leclair Charmes, Hufflepuff Alumni

SIBLINGS Mattieu Henry Leclair, Twin Brother (Younger), 15, Hufflepuff
OTHER
Xerxes Decaria Galliano :: Family Friend :: Sixteen :: Slytherin :: Marius' first love
Theodore Carrington :: Grandfather :: 57 :: Gryffindor Alumni :: restaurant owner
Henry Keller-Carrington :: 55 :: Ravenclaw Alumni :: restaurant owner
Jin Ae Jeong-Leclair :: Grandmother :: 57 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Fashion Designer
Jean-Joel Leclair :: Grandfather :: 57 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Alchemist
HISTORY
Not much is known about Mattieu's and Marius' true parentage, other than the fact that they were dropped off one day at the steps of an orphanage. They did not remain there long however, as Aiji and Decaria's Leclair decided that it was the perfect time in their marriage to adopt children. They were given loving names and a warm home where they would never find a single want. Their fathers were both business owners and very deeply in love, and their grandparents both loved and treated them as if they were their real grandchildren. Although he did not know much of his slytherin great grandparents due to his blood status, he felt very loved by the family, and didn't care about any other members that may have rejected him and Mattieu.

As a child, Marius was fiercely stubborn and reckless. He would draw on the walls, and come inside with a bunch of other girls his age--presumably from the park. Unfortunately, his nature was fueled by Decaria, who simply treated him like an utter prince despite his husband's wishes for him to discipline Marius. Decaria is his beloved father, and he would ultimately do anything for him.

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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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NAME/ALIAS Elliot
OTHER CHARACTERS Sin Yeun Moon
RP EXPERIENCE? 6 Years  of vampire roleplay
RP SAMPLE.
-Hello Heaven, who's that Devil On The Bed?-


"Hey, doctor, what the difference between lust and love?"

A voice finally came from the boy who sprawled himself out on a hospital bed in solitary. It was smooth, creamy, like red velvet, a poison that seemed to leave a taste of bitter copper on the back of the throat.

The Doctor was startled, but did not show it, merely lifting his blonde head to look the boy in the eyes. He knew the question was hypothetical, so he merely leaned back in his chair and set his clipboard aside. Papers ruffled as they settled on the stone like floor, and the chair creaked as he sat back, folding his hands in his lap, preparing himself for more of the disorder.

These sessions were always like this. Informal. They started when Marius deemed it time to start. The Doctor had nothing else to do these days, and it seemed the boy needed someone to talk to. They both benefited from these dreary fall days, but the Doctor would be a liar if he said he didn't fear this would be the last autumn story.

Marius Leclair was a strange boy, a boy with a strange countenance. Over the years, the Doctor had realized that someone had painstakingly carved into Marius' face like a pumpkin: Those hazel eyes, eternally mischievous, carved triangles with the gentlest upward slant at the base.

Whichwereactuallytearsmaybe;

And a large, toothy mouth, a playboy's mouth, carved wiiiiiiiiide

Whysoserioushehe.

Marius had found a little, blue plastic ball on the little cabinet beside his bed. A stress ball.

Marius continued to play with it in his hands as he began to speak. "I mean, whats the difference?" He flipped his hair, that smirk so wiiiide. Fake.

Fake Fake Fake.

"I began to wonder that, anyways. How do we know what the difference is without a happily ever after? We don't. 'It didn't work, it must be fate, I didn't really love him, otherwise it would've worked.' That's the thing. Love isn't actually love without the tears, the gunk, the drama, the struggle, and yes, the wedding bells--the funeral." Marius sank a little further into the white hospital bed, caramel hair sifting on the pillow, spreading into a sort of silk Medusa. "I use to tell myself that, after they broke up with me. I tried to tell myself it wasn't me." He shifted, his hands and arms, looking bright with his crisp black prada suit contrasting the white sheets. "But if it wasn't, then what else could it be? At some point or another, you begin to blame yourself for not being the person they wanted you to be."

"Marius, you don't have to be someone you aren't--" The Doctor finally responded, but Marius shut him up quick, sitting up and throwing the ball right at the wall beside the Doctor's head. Stunned with fear, the Doctor didn't finish, and instead froze as if he really was staring into the eyes of a papermache Medusa. "Yes, I do." He stated as he slid his legs over one side of the bed, shoes clicking on the stone as he stood, caught the ball, and through it again.

"I've learned something over the years. People just don't like me. They think they do at first, but once they get to know me, something about me repels them. I realized this a couple of years ago. People just can't like me for who I am, I think it's because they see something in me that's a part of them too. An ugly part. The funny thing is, this doesn't make them turn away from me at first, No. They're in denial, I'm the extreme, the one with visible flaws invisible to themselves and it ticks them off. So they stay around me, and play with me, pushing me." The stress ball made a sound as it collided with the wall, a hard thunk that sort of squelched as a single particle of oxygen would leak from some sort of invisible hole with every bounce. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to be someone else, especially when there's something so invariably wrong with the way I was made." Marius caught the ball in his right hand, smirking suddenly as he lolled his head backwards, staring straight into the Doctor's eyes, "But I can be someone that people like. Yes. It works so very, very well, too. People fall in 'love' with me, left and right, pawing on my clothes and begging to be in my arms. They'd do anything to please me."

"I wonder why they're so desperate...is it because they think I'm perfect? Of course, I'm talking about the me people see, the me I created." Marius grinned again, brushing the bangs out of his face as he told the Doctor, "That, is lust. The desperacy that pushes people to cling to me. It's the mistake a person makes when they fall in love with the mask, it's the same mistake as falling in love with your head or your genitals. You see, it isn't usually both, when it's lust at least. You either want to sleep with them or make out with them or you have actually convinced yourself in your head that you would go good together. Sometimes, if you get lucky, it is both, which is why adrenaline gets the heart going and you mistake those lewd achey heart beats for love. There's a very crude definition for lust, but a very open one for love. But it's the exact opposite. Love is the definition of the happily ever after and lust is the many demons that compel you to love the mask. Lust has no definition except for being everything that love is not."

At this point, Marius had been squeezing the ball hard, too hard, it looked like two different balls at that point. The air was so tense and still that when the explosion came it rocked the Doctor like a hurricane.

He started throwing the ball violently at the wall, the friction of the rubber against the stone creating a sense of heat that mimicked Marius' anger. His pure and utter hatred. "THAT, THAT IS THE f**k**g DIFFERENCE, AND ALL THESE STUPID BITCHES DON'T KNOW IT. I'M SO DISGUSTED BY THE BULL SHIT THAT SURROUNDS ME, I CAN'T TAKE IT. THE PERSON THEY f**k**g LOVE ISN'T ME THEY DON'T EVEN LIKE ME THEY JUST f**k**g LOVE THE f**k**g IDEA OF THE f**k**g FAKE ME." Thump, thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thumpthumpthumpthumpthumTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP.

Marius stopped, and let the ball roll away.

He was staring at his hands blankly then, now, trying to find his voice again. Or maybe he was searching for something else.

"...And Yet I fall for it every time. I want to believe in them. I have this small, stupid hope that one day someone will finally see through it all and just like me. That's all I really want."



Silence. Marius sat down on a chair, staring at oxygen. But whatever he was looking for couldn't be found in the many particles that floated in-between the atoms in the rays of the forlorn setting sun.

"I love some one right now. Xayden." He thought out loud.

"...But Xerxes likes me. I think."

Marius stopped the rolling ball with his foot, stared at it hard, and scooped it, catching it, before setting it on the table beside him and walking out.
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? Been here for years, but Caejae
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