Blanc

' Je suis navré. '

[ General ]

' I shall be waiting. In the gardens, of course. '

[ Preferences ]

' Worry not, calm down and relax - I've dealt with those with below-10 IQ before. '

[ Extras ]

' Why is love your trump card? Why not ignorance..? '

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" Aim too high — and I’ll let you fall. "

↬ First Name ↫
Blanc
↬ Last Name ↫
Fleurette
↬ Nickname ↫
Fleur
↬ Gender ↫
Male | He/Him
↬ Student or Teacher? ↫
Student
↬ Age ↫
17 [ 3rd Year ]
↬ Club/Sports ↫
Volleyball / Cooking
↬ Species ↫
Daemon
↬ Sexual Orientation ↫
Androsexual / Ace
↬ Birthday ↫
November 18
↬ Birthplace ↫
France, La Rochelle

↬ Life Story ↫
Born in France, the exact place is unknown to most. His parents, powerful by connections and wealth, conceived him as an agreement of their marriage. ‘Conceive a boy and raise him as the Perfect Heir.’ Task given by his mother’s Grandfather before approving of the marriage. In order to meet expectations, they taught him excessively, physical activities, languages mostly, in combat he was trained fiercely to always be alert, stay focused, on task and clean. He wasn’t taught like their son, he was trained like a dog. Whenever he’d mess up and or make mistakes, he’d be punished severely by his own Father.

The punishments ranged from kicking him out of the house to survive homeless for months, being whipped on the back for an entire day without end, being fed rocks and or materials undesired by the human stomach. All he wanted, was to make his parents proud.

For all these punishments, there was one place the household would dare not touch, his face. Signifying that his face was the peacekeeper of the family, handsome and elegant, he looked like a doll and if it were to break, the family would be drowned in an unforgivable omen for millenia. But that wasn’t entirely true, as they knew that the public to others saw White as a stunning child, lucky and embraced with wealth, as the reality is he was embraced with agony almost every minute of his childhood. This brought his decision to a standpoint.

When going to a boarding school, he was always top of his class, most respected and respectful student to anyone around him, courteous and noble to others no matter their status. He seemed like a too-good-to-be-true Prince. Not a lot of people tried to befriend him, he always declined the company of others, love, friendship and or loyalty to others apart from his parents was non-existent. There was no way he’d abandon his parent’s side in all things, no matter how cruel they were, he was bewitched to adore them like Gods. But it didn’t show a lot. Under the cover being a student in his boarding school, his parents sent him different orders to eliminate certain students, teachers and other people who were all considered to be enemies of the Fleurette Family. This was also considered as a test for his parents to evaluate him on. Fortunately, he was successful in most of his assassinations.

However, someone was able to get to him and survive his assassination. Someone he was attracted to as a state of romance and or love, but they were too far from his reach, therefore he gave up on the first love he had ever had and let them live.

Finally after coming back home at the age of 16 to his parents back in France, he was accepted. They started to show him affection, bit-by-bit, hugs, gifts, kisses, rewards which weren't included to Punishments, he was finally treated like a son. Until a few months after his arrival, he was set up in an arranged marriage. A girl he had no knowledge of appeared out of nowhere, said to be his wife who was approved by his family. But he declined and it started to go down hill. No more affection, hugs, kisses, rewards. They ridiculed him, insulted him and trashed him after receiving his refusal for the marriage, once again, he was treated like a dog.

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Blanc

" Aim too high — and I’ll let you fall. "

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