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PLAYER
[journal] joisaverage
[age] 19
[previous characters] none~
CHARACTER
[series] Inglourious Basterds
[full name] Shoshanna Dreyfus, aka Emmanuelle Mimieux
[age] 21
[gender] female
[canon point] During Nazi Night, but before her death. Assume she was taken away right in the middle.
[reference] Wikipedia; Inglourious Basterds
[personality] Shoshanna is a very straightforward, blunt kind of girl. She can be perceived as mouthy, though she tends to keep to herself more often, preferring a book and a glass of red wine over a chatty, dashing army officer. That being said, she will never hesitate to speak her mind, especially if it will eliminate an annoyance or a threat. Shosanna tends to be reserved, unwilling to open up to strangers or share a lot of personal information-especially since that kind of talk could endanger her life, or at least her well-being.
That said, her strengths are her privacy and her ability to get out of a sticky situation using her cool demeanor and excellent lying skills. Although Shoshanna's coldness can falter, especially if provoked by surprise, she usually manages to maintain a serene mask, revealing very little. This tends to attract men rather than repel them as she would rather have happen; Shoshanna tends to be perceived as mysterious. Luckily, she can lie her way out of virtually any situation; it comes along with living under an alias.
All she wants is to be with Marcel, preferably far from Nazi-occupied France. She is snarky and bold, and unafraid to stand up for herself. She uses her words to defend herself, and is ever hesitant to allow anyone to come close-especially if that someone is a man in uniform. Shoshanna loves the theatre and wishes that the rest of the world could have the same respect for not only the films but the geniuses who bring them into existence-regardless of race or nationality or religion.
Shoshanna realizes, however, that there is a certain decorum to living in Nazi Paris. She must act a certain way, and in order for this to happen, she must restrain herself from constantly saying exactly what's on her mind, for fear of exposing herself. Her fake papers can only take her so far-her excellent lying skills take her the rest of the way. A carefully-fabricated story is so ingrained in her mind that it's become a second skin. She could recite it in her sleep, and according to Marcel has been known to do so from time to time. However, she has never forgotten who she is, and the events of her past that have placed her where she is today. Shoshanna wants her revenge, wants to ensure that her family's deaths are not in vain. The only question for her is how exactly she should do it, and when.
[orientation] straight.
[wish] Shoshanna wishes to avenge the deaths of her family and rid her country of its infestation of Nazi scum.
[requested house] Youfuu Household
[misc notes] n/a
SAMPLES
[sample 1#] [network post; video]
[An uncomfortable-looking blonde girl peers into the camera, eyes shifting to a point off-screen for a moment before addressing the viewer directly. She speaks with a heavy French accent. She is dressed in a haphazard kimono]
Hello? I am not certain-well, what this is, to be honest. Or why I am here. The memories are quite vague.
[Her pretty face is fierce now, and she leans in for a close-up, brows knitting together in concentration.]
But whomever put me here and took me out of my theater, I demand that you take me back immediately. You do not understand the pressing situation I was taken out of! My plan was in the middle of its execution!
[Suddenly self-conscious; she looks around nervously, before going on. Her pale cheeks have a tinge of pink in them.]
This is not funny. I do not wish to be degraded in this way. I would sooner die.
[Shoshanna looks for a moment as if she's had an idea, before the video cuts out.]
[sample 2#] [smut drabble]
She sits coldly on the edge of the bed, arms folded over her chest. As he reaches around from behind and begins to unfasten her kimono, Shoshanna grudgingly lets her arms fall to the side to allow the garment to fall away. There is a long pause, before she realizes it is her turn to attend to her client. She turns on the bed, barely looking at the client's face as she begins to unbutton his shirt. Soon, they are both exposed. Shoshanna lays back on the bed and shuts her eyes tightly as the man begins to touch her, caress her. He murmurs a compliment which she makes no reply to, save the flush of her cheeks. A muscle jumps in her jaw as he enters her and begins to labor over her body, hands moving unabashedly to her breasts. She squeezes her eyes shut more tightly, colors forming in the darkness behind her lids.
Marcel. Marcel. Just pretend it is Marcel.