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Name: Lavender Lavoie

Age: 28 (1937-1965)

Weapon of Choice: Rapier

Personality: Lavender is an independent individual, in a sense. She likes to do things her own way, but doesn't much mind someone tagging along for the ride. While not at all unsocial, Lavender doesn't necessarily expect, or want for that matter, people to surround her at all times. She is, by her own admission, a grown woman after all and adults don't necessarily need to have [i]friends[/i] or anything of the like. Of course, having someone to speak to from time to time wouldn't hurt her, not that she would ever admit that. Lavender's biggest pride comes from her ability to not depend on others, although it is pride others have thrust upon her. Because of her independent nature, she has a bit of a "mentor" streak, and she'll always be the first one to offer advice.

Despite her suaveness, Lavender is an utter mess when it comes to actually becoming interesting in things. She has a bit of an obsessive personality, one that she tries to hide very well. In fact, her entire "cool" personality is just a facade, one built up over the years to keep others away from her. However, no one can quite resist the cool "mysterious" girl, as she has observed. Since she is so good at hiding her entire self, she has also become rather good at telling stories. In fact, Lavender may just be the best liar this side of the afterlife. Fortunate she never uses her power for evil, well almost never.

Place of Origin: Marseille, France

History: Lavender's childhood wasn't necessarily anything different or new, by her times standards. She lived with her mother and her two younger siblings, as her father had been enlisted the army long before Lavender was born. While Lavender grew up in a home that could be considered "upper middle class", France wasn't exactly the happiest place to live in by the time she was five. WWII was in full swing by then, and her homeland became a torn up battlefield. Most of the war was forgotten by Lavender in a haze of repressed memories and her mother's attempts at shielding her from this harsh part of the world. However by the time she was eight the war was over, and her father never managed to make it back home. They never found a body, no one could confirm or deny if he was dead or not, but she and her mother knew what had happened.

As she got older she grew angry, but not in the way everyone believed she was. To her family, Lavender was a bitter girl because a war had destroyed her country and her father's body was no where to be found. Indeed it seemed like everyone, including Lavender's peers, were in a perpetual sadness because of the war. This was expected of course, and that's where Lavender's anger came from. Lavender began to realize that, well, she could quite remember much of anything concerning the war and her father. Repressed memories and a mother devoted to keeping the horrors of the world away from her children left her incapable of remembering events that had happened only years ago. As for her father, the fact that he had been in the army for so long did nothing to help her. What she could remember of him was fuzzy and brief, not exactly the memories one would want from a father. She knew he was tall, she knew he was strong, and she knew she looked a lot like him, but that wasn't enough.

The deep empty spaces in her memories caused Lavender to lash out, she was angry. She felt cheated out of everything, cheated out of a father and cheated out of closure. How could she ever get closure if she didn't remember what made her so sad? Almost every night she would wake up with night terrors from an event she couldn't even fully remember. It was because of this that Lavender never truly came to terms with the war, something she couldn't even remember. As soon as Lavender turned eighteen she left on a boat to Canada, thought not because of any malice towards her family. In fact, her family had been the kindest people she ever met, however Lavender felt she had to distance herself from France if she ever wanted to obtain peace of mind. 

She had hopped around for nine years, going to one country after another. Lavender began to mellow out a bit, but the empty feeling still remained. Eventually, she began participating in rallies, protests, just about anything that made her feel like she was truly involved in what was happening to the world. Her anger had been replaced with distance and an ancient tiredness, Lavender had decided on her journeys that she would become a distant participator in life, that way she could never truly miss anything but she wouldn't get emotionally attached anymore. However, despite how tired she was, she couldn't quite turn herself into a robot overnight.

Lavender returned to France in 1964, upon the news of her mother's death. She had been too caught up in traveling to even receive the messages about her mother that were desperately sent to whatever residence she was believed to be residing in. She was so ashamed, and so deeply saddened by her mother's passing. Moreover, she was angry again, angry at herself. Lavender had managed to create another empty hole in her conscious, though she knew this one was entirely her fault. In 1965, Lavender was found drowned in a small lake near her home. Her death was mysterious, all signs pointing to suicide. However, with mysterious bruises on her body and a reputation as a "rioter" her death was never exactly solved. Lavender died as just another hole, she never was good at getting closure.

Lavender wasn't exactly surprised to find herself in the afterlife, though it wasn't exactly a clear situation either. When she was approached by the Goddess,she handled the situation with the grace she had acquired over the years. That is to say, she pretended as if it wasn't exactly a big deal, being chosen to protect something so valuable and all. In truth, she had a childish idea that she'd see her mother and father in the afterlife. She knew it was silly, but she hoped to have at least one chapter of her life end without a question mark.

Quote: "I've tried being true to myself, and I have never been more tired."[/center][/hider]

Sorry for getting this in so late!!