MARTI-ROCHÉ, poppy nathalie.

[poppy nathalie marti-roché.]

POPPY NATHALIE MARTI-ROCHÉ.,

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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) :

je m'appelle poppy marti-roché. what, i have to actually explain it? do i look like i want to explain how the fuck i got this name? i was a baby, born on christmas eve, and mere et pere thought it'd be a good idea to give me both of their names. course, when mum died, dad made me drop the marti, but then shit happened and i got kicked out and disowned and i put the marti back. problem with that?

( NICKNAMES ) :

none. call me poppy. that's it.

( SEX ) :

yes please female.

( BLOOD TYPE ) :

muggle-born. problem? fuck you.

( AGE ) :

sixteen & december twenty-fourth. hence the nathalie.

( YEAR ) :

sixth. youngest head girl ever.

( HOUSE ) :

gryffindor. as if i'd be anything else.

( SPECIES ) :

my grandparents sont veelas. i'm a quarter veela.

( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) :

heterosexual. tried both. prefer guys. though i do bethany a lot. >_>

( WAND ) :

ten and a quarter inches, unicorn tail hair, birch, good at defence against the dark arts.

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
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( LIKES ) :

scaring first years. getting drunk. parties. the room of requirement. staying with friends over the summer. magic. charms. music, when i'm at home. my cat. apparating. sex.

( DISLIKES ) :

my family. end of. dementors. clowns. acromantula. divination. history of magic. going home. getting caught doing stuff i shouldn't. being shouted at. arguing. losing. exams. being ignored. slytherins. colle.

( STRENGTHS ) :

pretending i couldn't care less, running, arithmancy, defence against the dark arts, and looking after people.

( WEAKNESSES ) :

someone mentioning my sister, keeping my temper, hiding my emotions, history of magic, and people kissing my neck.

( AMORTENTIA ) :

freshly cut grass, french wine, new parchment, lillies, and strawberries.

( RIDDIKULUS! ) :

clownsclownsclowns. D< i turn them into a jack in the box. >_>

( PATRONUS ) :

a sea otter.

( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :

watching fleur die.
i freeze up when i see it. i can't do anything. i'm esentially fucked if i see a dementor.

( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :

fleur being alive.

( PET PEEVES ) :

people tapping their fingers on a surface, people complaining that their life is so much harder than mine, first years who think they're better than me, and slytherins calling me 'mudblood'.

( KEYWORDS ) :

impatient. bitchy. secretive. defensive. posessive. argumentative. liar. slut. partier. drinker. couldn't care less. actress. bad influence. apathetic. clever.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
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( HAIR ) :

long, brunette, curly and unmanageable.

( EYES ) :

brown.

( BODY STRUCTURE ) :

short and way, waay too skinny. but fuck eating. no one gives a shit about me any more anyway.

( DISTINGUISHING FEATURES ) :

you can see all her ribs. and she has a scar on her palm from when she fell over as a kid.

( PLAY-BY ) :

qui est cory kennedy?

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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( PARENTS ) :

pierre jacques roché.
rose pavot marti.
victoria eliza martins.

ma mere died when i was four. mon pere married the slut victoria last year.

( SIBLINGS ) :

fleur soleil marti-roché.
owen christopher martins.
kayleigh michelle martins.

fleur died when i was twelve. owen is my step-brother. can't fucking stand him. and lilah is my baby half-sister that i'm not allowed to see.

( OTHERS ) :

lora fleur marti-roché.
ryan marcheline marti-roché.

my neices.

( HISTORY ) :

right from the very start, poppy wasn't wanted. poppy was hated and despised even when she was just a bundle of cells in rose marti's stomach. rose marti and pierre roché hadn't always been arguing, hadn't always been at each other's throats. rose was fifteen when she met him, and instantly fell for the twenty-three year old. the age difference didn't matter to her. she just wanted him. they were introduced by mutual friends, and hit it off instantly, spending more and more time together until eventually they started spending time together on their own, without their friends. within a week, they were dating, within a month, they were sleeping together, and by the time their two month anniversary rolled around, rose was pregnant. she wasn't even sixteen.

her grandmother -- with whom she was living, in carcassonne -- threw her out. she wasn't going to look after someone who would throw their future away by having kids so young. rose hadn't even graduated yet; she hadn't sat her brevet de collège. rose and her twin, lily, had no idea their grand-mother was a veela. they had no idea that their family had magic in their blood. rose and lily's parents had died two years earlier in a car crash, and madame et monsieur baillard took them in. lily didn't speak to rose for years after hearing about rose's pregnancy; she grew apart from her twin and felt betrayed, because she wasn't the one who'd been told first. rose had nowhere to go. no family, no friends. pierre only grudgingly let her stay with him, and even then, only because his mother told him that it was the right thing to do. rose was only a kid herself; she needed someone to help her.

just after rose's sixteenth birthday, she had a daughter. fleur soleil marti-roché was born on november eighth, nineteen eighty one. however, she was born three months premature. fleur spent twenty weeks in the NICU, fighting illnesses such as jaundice -- and something which they thought was meningitis, but was only a very severe cold. eventually, rose was allowed to take her baby girl back to her home -- pierre's home, really -- and settled into the routine of being a mother. she had no qualifications, no job and no money, but she had pierre, and that was just fine by her.

when fleur was four, rose and pierre married in a small ceremony in toulouse. and by small, i mean tiny -- it was a registrars office where fleur and the janitor acted as the witnesses. having a child at such a young age had forced rose to grow up fast. she'd missed out on everything every other teenager gets to experience whilst growing up, and she was going to make sure fleur wasn't going to follow in her footsteps. she regarded fleur as a mistake. she loved her, but if she had the chance to go back and actually admit she had no contraception, she wasn't on the pill and she didn't have un préservatif, she would. she'd turn back time and get rid of her baby, just so that she had the opportunity to live her life she way she'd have wanted. she even found herself wishing at one point that she'd terminated her.

things were as normal as they could be for a few more years, until fleur hit seven years old, and strange things started happening. mugs would shatter into a million pieces, the rug would somehow burst into flames, the cat came back home every day a different colour. rose didn't understand it. she certainly didn't think that it was fleur doing it. she was convinced the house they were living in was haunted, and tried to make pierre understand why she thought that. pierre took fleur into a room and just placed her in front of the television, telling her to turn it on. fleur frowned, but did what he said, without even touching the remote control. she just pointed, and it came on. the cat also turned orange.

so it became apparent that fleur was different. she had magic, which didn't make sense, considering both rose and pierre didn't. pierre was convinced rose's mother had something to do with it. he hadn't met the woman; of course he'd think that. fleur's magic continued to get more and more out of hand every day, and made worse things happen. they were infested by owls once. owls. all flapping around pierre's nice, clean house, dropping feathers and pieces of something that looked like paper but didn't feel like it. fleur's magic got so out of hand that one day, they found themselves in south africa. the french ministry of magic got involved and put a barrier on her power, which they assured them would come off the moment fleur entered wizarding education and started her first year at beauxbatons academy in four years time.

the arguments started when fleur was nine. she never let on just how much they affected her. she stayed up in her room and clicked her fingers at her stereo when they started fighting, turning her music up loud and tidying obsessively. fleur's obsession with cleanliness only started because she thought it would keep things normal, it'd make things right. one day it got too much, and fleur managed to blast right through her barriers and transported the whole family to hogsmeade without even meaning it. she ran away. found a big castle full of people and hid in one of the broom closets for three days. she was eventually found, by someone who called themself 'slytherin', and taken to the headmaster's office, where she babbled in french about how she was scared and cold and hungry and she didn't understand anyone and how she just wanted to go home. she had to blurt this out to five teachers before one of them had the initiative to find the french transfer student. alix baillard was only a first year, two years older than fleur, but they got along reasonably well ( fleur clung to her as much as she could ) whilst fleur's parents were located and brought to hogwarts. it took a while, so alix took fleur to some classes. borrowing someone's wand ( she asked why she couldn't just point and was told that pointing wasn't how it worked ) she attended charms, defence against the dark arts and transfiguration and -- although only nine -- showed that her power had developed much more than it should have done for a girl her age.

after getting back home, fleur was grounded. partly for running away, and partly for leaving her parents alone in a wizarding town for almost a week. then the arguments started again, worse. some were about fleur. she hated it. stayed in her room. refused to come out. she didn't even talk.

pierre and rose finally split when fleur was eleven. she was just about due to start her magical education at beauxbatons, but rose didn't want that. it was no secret that rose hadn't been faithful; she'd been involved on and off with monsieur zahir for almost a year. she was selfish, and wanted her daughter with her at all times. especially when it turned out that was was pregnant.

"rose, j'ai eu assez de cette situation. je suis malade des mensonges!"
"mensonges? quel putain de mensonges? je vous dis la vérité, pierre, et vous êtes trop têtu pour voir ça!

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"j- vous- pierre, écoutez-moi![/color]"
"non, je veux un divorce."

rose moved to england, and, after a while, managed to convince pierre to send fleur to her, despite the fact that she knew her eldest daughter was about to enter wizarding education. poppy was born on christmas eve, nineteen-ninety-three, and, until she was four, was brought up by her older sister. rose didn't want to be responsible any more. she figured now that she had someone to babysit whom she wouldn't have to pay, she might as well live the life she never got to have as a teenager. she started going out more and more every night, bringing back younger and younger men and forcing poppy and fleur to stay in their room -- they shared -- so that the guys didn't know rose was a mother. one of the guys rose brought back ended up being a long term boyfriend, and met both rose's children, but couldn't care less about them. by march nineteen-ninety-four, the ministry of magic had interferred and forced rose to let fleur go to hogwarts. rose protested, but eventually gave in when her boyfriend was tranfigured into a toad. amazing what magic can do to you.

this latest boyfriend, travis, managed to get rose hooked on some bad stuff. when poppy was two, rose was drunk almost all the time, and when she was three, she was doing lines in front of the little toddler, and told the small child to fuck off and play with barney ( their dog ). even at such a small age, poppy showed signs of magic; she could make her teddies come to life, and she'd already perfected the art of making food appear. rose continued on her downward spiral, taking more and more drugs each time. nothing could make her quit. not even a visit from poppy's great-grandmother made rose clean up her act. eventually, rose and travis split after an argument where she'd tried to tell him that she was pregnant -- but that it wasn't his. rose was devastated. she took one look at poppy, now four, who was innocently colouring in a colouring book at the kitchen table, and walked into the bathroom, taking her secret heroin stash out from underneath the sink, and OD'd.

poppy was found alone in their house three days later by madame roché, pierre's mother. she was taken home to toulouse -- fleur was also pulled out of hogwarts -- and moved in with her father, pierre. he didn't believe his mother when she told him what happened, but poppy's solemn expression and how she wouldn't talk in front of him -- travis had drilled it into her head that talking was bad -- finally convinced him. fleur was transferred back to beauxbatons, and everything was normal for a few years. poppy had exactly the same problems with her powers, which then caused the french ministry to look into the roché's family history. madame roché's grandfather had apparently been a malfoy, meaning that there were plenty of squibs and magic in their family. it also turned out that madame roché was a veela.

when fleur was sixteen, things changed. she dropped out of beauxbatons, and didn't tell anyone why until it became obvious. she was pregnant. lora fleur marti-roché was born march twenty-first, nineteen-ninety-five, and fleur was pretty much disowned.

poppy was nine when fleur revealed that she was pregnant again, and ryan marcheline marti-roché joined the family on august third, two thousand and two. fleur said she didn't know who the father was.

poppy received her hogwarts letter when she was eleven, much to the surprise of everyone else. the'd all been convinced that poppy would attend beauxbatons like her sister. the family moved to northampton, england, in order to make it easier for poppy. her first year went fine, as did her second, but in the summer before her third year, fleur was killed in front of her. lora's father had apparently raped fleur, and seeing the girl whom he'd hurt and violated almost twelve years before got him thinking that she shouldn't be around. he was a wizard, and just simply shot the killing curse at her. poppy shot a stunning spell at him as fast as she could, and then ran. she didn't even know where she was going.

poppy didn’t go back to school for half of her third year. she couldn’t bring herself to leave her house. she’d get up in the morning and go and sit in fleur’s room. that was it. that was all she’d do, for six months. she’d gone through almost every drawer in fleur’s room, trying to find something that would tell her that her sister wasn’t dead, that she was alive somewhere and that this was all just a hoax. she found nothing.

poppy stopped speaking, and when she did speak, it was in french. she refused to speak english, and she refused to go to school. she kept thinking about fleur, and about her nearly-niece or nephew that she never got to meet. she didn’t eat, and she hardly slept.

by march, her dad had finally had enough. he’d forced poppy on the hogwarts express after the easter holidays and didn’t say goodbye, annoyed beyond belief. he realised that this was harder on poppy than it was on himself, because fleur had been like a mother to poppy, and now the one thing that made poppy happy had disappeared. she’d never come back.

poppy still refused to speak english until halfway through her fourth year. her friends had come to realise that if they wanted to talk to her, they’d have to learn french, so they did, and that made poppy even more upset. to think that they loved her so much that they’d learn a new language for her. poppy had been feeling like the one person who loved her had been taken away, and she’d felt so alone for so long that it felt strange to just change back to her old self. she did it quite abruptly. her friends were arguing over whether johnny depp was still hot at eighty years old, and poppy had been sitting in the middle of them, staring at her plate. she hadn’t eaten properly in over a year, so the first thing out of her mouth was ‘can you pass the salad please?’. her friends had given it to her and were about to go back to arguing when they realised what language she’d spoken. she’d used english. poppy had grinned at them, and was then buried in what seemed like half the school.

in her fifth year, poppy rejoined the quidditch team. she hadn’t played since she was twelve, so she wasn’t sure she could just go back to playing in the same way she always had. she’d been the keeper last time she’d played, but that position had been filled, by lora, no less. she tried out for chaser instead, and found that it was much, much better than being a keeper. she passed her OWLs with flying colours, but only because she knew that fleur would have killed her if she hadn’t.

at the start of her sixth year, poppy had been given the prefect position for gryffindor tower. sophia [ potter ] couldn’t be the captain for the quidditch team and the prefect both at the same time, so she’d suggested poppy, and the head must have agreed. soph had to be one of poppy’s best friends, especially now. soph gave her tips on what to do when it came to prefect duty, and poppy was more than happy to learn. she was slowly getting over fleur’s death, but there were some days where she missed her so much it hurt and she couldn’t do anything. she couldn’t function, she couldn’t even get out of bed. on those days, poppy had found that a bottle of vodka or lora often helped, though she much preferred the vodka. she was such a lightweight it was unreal. two or three shots of french vodka [ which was about eighty per cent ] and she was gone.

now all poppy wants to do is survive the next year without killing the head boy. she wouldn’t mind, except that she hates his guts. poppy’s dad got remarried over the christmas holidays to an absolute horse of a woman, and poppy can’t stand her. victoria is constantly trying to get poppy to call her ‘mum’ and poppy continues to annoy her by calling her ‘vicky’, or by ignoring her completely. ‘vicky’ also brought along owen, poppy’s new step-brother. she hates him. she doesn’t tell him to his face, but she makes his room smell like cheese every night, and loves the fact that he can’t do anything to her. he’s a squib, which gives poppy a lovely and warm feeling inside. kayleigh michelle martins was born in october, and thanks to poppy royally fucking up her life, she's not allowed to see her baby sister, and has been disowned and thrown out.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
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( ALIAS ) :

zoer.

( AGE ) :

eighteen.

( EXPERIENCE ) :

two years in october. D<

( CONTACT INFO ) :

msn bitchhh.

( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) :

omg right. i can't even remember.

( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

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three days. she'd been back three days, and everyone had acted as if she hadn't been anywhere. as if she'd never left. all she'd done the last three days was drink, and drink, and drink. she'd barely even stopped for breath. her parents had refused to let her drink, had banned the stuff from the house, resulting in making the two week period the girl had been in sacramento a very long one. she'd all but attacked her cab driver back home. even though she'd called the ambulance immediately after paying him - lilly wasn't about to hurt someone to get out of paying a cab fare, that's wasn't the sort of person she was - she still felt insanely guilty about it. she'd never taken that much out of a person before, she'd always left enough. the only other time she'd ever dont that had been to ben, a few days after she'd woken up .. dead. biting people was still incredibly odd, she still wasn't able to get used to the fact that the only thing she'd ever eat for the rest of her life was blood. and even then she wasn't eating, it was drinking, so technically, she'd never eat again, ever. one of the main things that scared her about being a vampire was that she was starting to like it. she liked biting people, she liked hurting them .. this was .. beyond confusing .. she'd never expressed and interest in hurting people before .. she'd never liked hurting people before. she shouldn't like causing people pain, she shouldn't like chasing people around .. she shouldn't like blood.

it went against everything she used to believe in. up until recently, she was just a normal human. she was just a human who happened to have a vampire boyfriend who was intent on turning her into a vampire so she'd be like him, and so he'd never have to go through the ordeal of losing her. just a human who happened to have a witch for a best friend and a werewolf for a brother. she was by no means normal - she was as far from normal as it was possible to get. she'd had balance issues, problems with keeping elli under control, problems with staying in control when she was with elli .. now she had a totally different problem altogether. she had issues controlling herself. she was almost a two month old vampire, she was a newborn in every sense of the word. the back of her throat never ceased hurting, it was always on fire, it always hurt, the only time it stopped being painful was when she was biting someone, drinking their blood, being a vampire. three months ago she'd have had no idea what she was doing, three months ago she'd only just found out about vampires, and now she was one. now she was dead. she wasn't alive. elli would get old, and she wouldn't. she wouldn't grow, if her nails broke she couldn't grow them back, if she got a hair cut it'd never grow to the same length again. she would stay seventeen forever and elli .. wouldn't. elli would get old. elli would eventually die. she didn't want to have to go through that. was that what ellis had thought? he didn't want his girlfriend to die, so the easy solution was to turn her into a vampire. that way she'd never die. she'd be with him forever. but her friends wouldn't be. she wouldn't get to keep her friends forever. not unless she made them like her.

she was under no illusions that if she made elli a vampire, she'd be hated forever. she didn't want to be the one to take away elli's life, she loved her too much to kill her. as much as she'd denied the fact that ellis was killing her, as much as she'd insisted that she'd still be alive, she'd just be different, this vampire still saw herself as dead, and she knew she shouldn't. she hadn't told ellis, she hadn't told anyone. the only person who had the faintest idea that she was struggling was elli, and that was only because she'd admitted to her that she was having problems, she'd told her about the cab driver she'd almost killed, she was the only one she'd told. she hadn't told cass, or ellis or .. anyone. she didn't want people knowing, she couldn't let people know. she was .. fine. she'd figure it out. she'd get used to it eventually. she would. it'd just take .. some time. that was all. she'd be fine. no one would find out. no one would need to find out, because by the time they did, she'd have gotten used to it already. she'd have gotten over it. she'd have forgotten her issues and she wouldn't have problems with controlling herself.

but right that second, she was having problems with control. she was having problems with staying exactly where she was. what she really wanted to do was launch herself after the person in front of her. what she really wanted to do was bite them. she'd spent the last ten minutes staring at the back of their neck, not entirely aware that she'd been doing it, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd slowly, slooowly been inching closer, that the person in front of her was now a lot closer to her than they had been before. she didn't know who or what it was, she just knew it was a person. and people have blood. blood was good. blood stopped things from hurting. she needed blood. she needed it now. she .. wanted it. that was another strange thing. not only did she like it .. she wanted it, and found it incredibly hard to stop once she had it. she watched her hand reach out to the person in front of her, barely aware of what she was doing, seeing everything happen but not wanting to stop it. she grabbed .. and bit. o.o

she ran away after she'd finished. she'd taken too much, she didn't want people seeing that it was her who'd done it. lillian kelsi thomas, almost two months old, killing someone? no. not possible. it was more the lilly thomas part than the vampirism .. lilly didn't look as though she were capable of killing someone, and lilly really hoped that that was true. she hoped that she wasn't able to kill someone, she didn't just want to lose control and end up killing everyone around her. lilly was the sort of girl who had an enormous conscience - if she killed someone she'd end up feeling guilty about it for the rest of her life. she couldn't kill anyone. she wouldn't let herself. that didn't mean that she didn't want to. on some level, there was some part of her that wanted to hurt someone. wanted to kill them. she just didn't think she could go through with it.

she ran to the common room and curled up on a chair, hugging her knees, staring at nothing in particular, barely breathing, waiting for someone to come into the room. she didn't care who. if she could bite them, she would. if she couldn't, she wouldn't. that was what she now lived by.

AND I NEED YOU SO MUCH.

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