LAPIN, AMANDINE

Jeanne Angélique-Madeleine Amandine Lapin de la Baume le Blanc de la Motte is her full name as per government records. She's only ever gone by Amandine Lapin, and people usually end up just calling her 'little rabbit.'

Seventeen.

Female.

French.

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Amandine stands at about four feet and eleven inches and clocks in around ninety or so pounds. Her frame is lithe, and, according to her mother, lacking essential padding, but that's never particularly bothered her. She's always been built more for speed and flexibility than anything more solid. Her hair has a bit of a choppy cut around the top and her bangs, but a majority of it falls somewhere around her lower back, usually tied back in two ponytails. Amandine has Elizabeth Taylor eyes and a fairly unblemished face aside from a small scar on her nose where her brother had hit her with a toy sword.

Both ears are pierced, as well as her belly button. Her fingers are littered with little scars and her lower left leg-- which is usually covered up by some sort of clothing-- has some old third degree burn scarring.

(lit. 'lightning strike; love at first sight'). It is a Sword Art aimed at making a preemptive strike toward a close enemy. Activated by reversing the hold she has on her dagger-- point facing behind-- and sinking into a crouch, it allows she to quickly hop the distance between herself and her target, arm twisting to aim two strikes at the opponent before hopping back to her original starting position.

(lit. 'from one foot to the other'). This Art relies on quick-footed, dance-like techniques to land an attack. To activate it, she must close her stance and slide one foot back, draw her arms up shoulder height dagger tip pointed outward. Once activated, she will push off into a spin, slicing at her opponent either at full height or down into a crouch.

positive & negative
+ reserved, + generous, + candid, + respectful, + loyal, + resourceful

- skittish, - wary, - depressed, - solitary, - socially awkward, - obstinate


(dis)interests
+ flowers (lavender, forget-me-nots, bluebells), + rainy days, + apples, + the color purple (including the book by the same name), + history, + singing, + small animals, + sleeping in late, + pillow forts

- slugs (especially after it rains), - being late, - having to wait, - chocolate, - public speaking, - people who chew with their mouths open, - loud noises, - big dogs


dreams & fears
+ staying in sword art online for a very long time
- dying prematurely, even if it doesn't really hurt

Amandine was born into a family of old money and old names, the kind that proudly displayed their family crests above the fireplaces and boasted to anyone who would listen how they were of royal lineage and in line for a throne. Of course, it was evident to anyone who was coerced into listening that being hundreds away from any throne was really nothing to boast. That was how it was, though. They publicly boasted their lineage and remained hush hush about just how deep their influence into the government and aristocracy ran.

Amandine had a silver spoon in her mouth from the moment she was brought home. It was a childhood of expensive dresses and toys, parties and galas, four course meals for breakfast and much larger for dinner. Her father returned home once a month from business travels, and her mother filled her time with alcohol and kids-- two before Amandine, and three after. It was a childhood like ones preserved in literary classics and relegated by the masses as something that didn't exist anymore.

When a tutor no longer sufficed for education, Amandine was shipped off-- third in line for the family's boarding school intiates-- near the Swiss Alps, where she would be forced to mingle with the other financially blessed. They talked of their yachts and their jetsetting, ruthlessly dividing the social classes within the schools by how quickly they could get Daddy to spend.

At the beginning, boys and girls were free to intermingle within common rooms and informal occasions which was deemed safe because girls and boys had not yet overcome their fear of cooties. As Amandine grew in age, though, so did the strictness of her boarding schools until she found herself at all-girl locations. And as Amandine found her life being dominated by the social hierarchy of boarding schools, she became more reclusive.

Notes were sent home to her parents, and they eventually brought her home. "It's just a break," they would tell the judgmental eyes of their peers. "Amandine was just a little frail and sick. She'd be back to school in weeks." Faced with a sudden freedom, Amandine withdrew further, sometimes using books as escapes, sometimes games.

The game had been a present-- or a bribe-- from her father. He'd pulled some strings and secured a copy of the ever popular Sword Art Online, and Amandine had accepted because it was another excuse to take dinner in her bedroom.

When the time came for the announcement and explanation of where her logout button had gone, it didn't phase her. What did it matter? That was Amandine's only really thought to the announcement. She'd wanted a place away from boarding schools and social customs of putting on a face and bowing to the will of the group. Now she had it, and it was beautiful and painless. With nothing more than a shrug, she noted only that she would need to be careful not to lose all of her life points.