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*VERBENA ELIZAVETA MULCIBER

Satine: A little supper? Maybe some champagne?
Christian: I'd rather, um, just get it over and done with.
Satine: Hmph. Oh. Very well. Then why don't you come down here and let's get it over and done with.
Christian: I prefer to do it standing.
Satine: Oh.[starts to stand]
Christian: You don't have to stand, I mean. It's sometimes that... It's quite long and I'd like you to be comfortable. It's quite modern what I do and it may feel a little strange at first, but I think, if you're open, then you might enjoy it.

MOULIN ROUGE.

name: verbena elizaverta mulciber.
definitions:

verbena (latin): holy plant.
elizaveta (hebrew): my god is a vow.
mulciber: alternative name of the roman god Vulcan, the god of beneficial and hindering fire, including volcanoes.

age: eighteen.
species: vampyre fledgling, fifth form.
mentor: tbd.

Miranda: By all means move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me.

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA.

I. Verbena's number one priority, is verbena.
a. Self-serving, now what could that word mean? It sounds like an adjective that could describe a cocky person. But Cocky might be a little too strong for this tough cookie. Arrogant, fits the hole but is a little too broad. She truly is, self-serving. Meaning that, in all situations in life she will put herself first. She is the negative kind of person who sees life as survival of the fittest and plans to be on the top-most level of fit. Now, the reason she is not quite 'arrogant' is because arrogance blinds yourself to others. When you are arrogant, you are so consumed with yourself and your own self worth that you cannot see, nor acknowledge anyone around you. Verbena is not the most chatty person, and while she sits there not talking, she sees. She sees others -- is particularly good at studying them. She doesn't enjoy seeing others suffer, she doesn't enjoy seeing the looks on peoples faces when they lose, she doesn't like witnessing pain. However, she grew up a fairly wealthy child and acknowledges that there are times to assist others, times where you must be numb to others, and times where you must triumph over others regardless of the outcome.
b. Self-confident. Verbena E Mulciber -- who, honestly finds her middle name to be hideous and would prefer to just use E but her first name to be thte bee's knees and beautiful -- wishes to be the embodiment of a strong female. That being said, she is not sure how she plans on achieving this. She has made a list of the qualities of young women that she finds to be disgusting, and will attempt to remove them from her life. Call her old-fashioned, but she finds that the cardinal virtues of Christian faith sound like a good idea. Prudence, temperance, justice and courage. The two that she struggles with are justice, applying justice to the world is not a single-handed job nor one that even seems like it can be undertaken at all. She is not the worlds most optimistic person and pretends that this is applied to her life by her occasional moments of mercy. Temperance, more specifically chastity, is the one she struggles with applying to this modern world the most. It's simply hard to avoid sex, and she admits that she has partaken in it just to see what 'all the hubbub was about'.

II. Verbena wants to be a philanthropist.
Say what? It is quite a random career to aspire to, especially since it's not really a career but more of a volunteer career actiity. The reason for this goes back to her young childhood, for Verbena is a member of the Mulciber family who gained their wealth, and subsequent fame from a risky investment opportunity that ended up creating major bank for them. Verbena's father, Jeffery Mulciber, created a company based on a card game that combines exercise postures and a game in order to get people to enjoy working out. (confused as to what this might be. Google FitDeck as this is what I have based their get-rich company off of) Their company grew quickly from people liking the idea and purchasing a few sets, now, years later the Mulciber family is wealthy and owns a modestly-sized but elaborately decorated three-story split level in the quiet of Oklahoma. But, getting back on topic, Verbena has a bit of money. Therefore, she does not have a stupid job at McDonalds just to make ends meet, nor will she ever. Verbena wants to be a philanthropist, go around helping people, because she thinks it is one of the few 'jobs' that will make her happy. She doesn't need to worry about money, and never intends to take a job.... ever, that she will not enjoy. She does not need to sit at a desk bored to death every day when her family has dough in the bank. At the moment, she's enthralled by the idea of all the travel opportunities philanthropy will bring her and finds that to be the most satisfying part of the job she aspires to.

III. Verbena is a purist.
This will be short, sweet, and two the point -- much like Miss Verbena always prefers to be -- Children of the Mist. Frankly, she doesn't trust the whole idea of them. She doesn't think someone --even if they are a goddess-- can just, up and make a whole new species and try to take over the world with them. Okay, maybe the last part isn't technically true (yet) but she is a huge fan of Shakespeare and Hamlet's like 'that one may smile and smile and be a villain' seems to describe Verbena's opinion of children of the mist. She can tolerate them without antagonizing them--who would want to be on the bad side of such a threatening force?--but she certainly wouldn't hop into bed with one of them.

IV. Verbena, under no circumstance, is a bitch.
This is perhaps the most complex and downright frustrating fact around about her personality. Verbena is a cold, self-serving creature. If there was an application available to be her friend, she would enact it. Yet, at the same time, she is not a bitch. She does not go around attempting to make the lives of others miserable -- generally, she's far too indifferent and disgusted by the behavior of others to even be bothered with trying to correct them. They aren't worth her time, or rather, aren't needy of her services. She is the type of person you want so badly to categorize as a bitch and throw on the pile of people you hate, but she does not act like a serial killer and torture cats. If someone is book-dropped in front of her, she will help them rather than just laugh and kick their books out of their reach. She may not acknowledge them in any other way, but she is a helpful individual. If you are confused now, this is probably the correct emotion. Verbena E. Mulciber is not easily understood, nor does she make any attempt to fit into a cliche. Popular? Certainly not, her select few amount of friends are all she needs to be happy. She will not be everyone's friend, because from her constant suppressing of her sympathy crier tendencies, she struggles with achieving apathy in every day circumstances. She doesn't 'let her hair down', so to speak, with everyone. Cocky? No, as stated previously, she is self-serving and self-confident but sufficiently aware that others exist and have needs such as hers.

Gretchen: [in her English class essay, after being humiliated by Regina] Why should Caesar get to stomp around like a giant, while the rest of us try not to get smushed under his big feet? What's so great about Caesar? Hm? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar. People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar. And when did it become okay for one person to be the boss of everybody, huh? Because that's not what Rome is about. We should totally just *stab* Caesar!
Cady: Gretchen Wieners had cracked.

MEAN GIRLS.

I. The start of something great, from the perspective of Violet Mulciber
Even if you've done it all before, there is nothing more crippling than a baby bump. As if you weren't exhausted already from the hormonal hurricane attacking your vitals for the past nine months, now sleeping is a near impossibility for the fact that a comfortable position can never be found on a bed. Sitting makes you feel as if you've form an abnormal attachment to an exercise ball, but sitting is certainly preferable to standing which is murder on the feet who now could audition for the Goodyear blimp. In essence, pregnancy is inconvenient and if it didn't produce a lovely family, more women would say to hell with it. Today was a particularly tiring day; Porter, her three year old son, was running amock with his new Christmas presents. Daddy always spent his money on the kids, but then always left on his 'business trips' so that Violet was left alone to clean up the mess of his 1,000 piece lego set or whatever crap he got. There were no videogames allowed in the Mulciber house, for she wanted her children to actually posses brains. But on days like today, she wished she could pop the little guy in front of a game cube and stay in her chair for more than five minutes at a time. Currently she was on the phone with said husband, persuading him to her his ass on the quickest flight home because she knew that she was done with this one.
Soon enough, with a husband in the middle of the air, Violet Mulciber went into labor with her second baby, having to call an ambulance to drive her and the hospital, where a 6 pound, 3 ounce baby girl was born. Violet selected the name Verbena Elizaveta for her, as she had planned, and was met with a grimace by the nurse.
"Odd name..."
"Odd? I think it's pretty. And if you want your child to be someone, you gotta give them a memorable name. No one is going to remember little Elizabeth-Boring Smith but everyone remembers Oprah. Cher. Madonna."
"My daughters name is Elizabeth...."
Yes, for the next couple days, Violet Mulciber had to deal with a bitter prenatal nurse until she was finally liberated, I mean, released from the hospital with her new baby girl.

II. Verbena, I choose you!
All of the kitchen cabinets were flung open in the Mulciber household and the contents were a mess. Everything was a mess and boxes of pancake mix, cheerios, and cans of soup were threatening to make the daring leap onto the floor. Where was this chaos coming from? The 5'1", copper-haired sixteen year old who was making noises of frustration that were almost inhuman. Once every cabinet had been searched like the Spanish inquisition, her small fist balled up and smacked hard into their marble counter tops. "Damnit, damnit, damnit!"
All the tea was gone and her parents were on vacation, and her brother, being 19 now, was probably at work. She was sixteen now, she shouldn't be stranded in her own house. Why hadn't her parents let her get her license like all the other kids. She was responsible, smarter than most of them. Sometimes she didn't know right from left, but that was besides the point. She was stranded and there was nothing caffeinated in the house.
It was official, Verbena Mulciber was going to have to walk it. In the middle of the summer where the heat index was so high meteorologists simply translated it as 'stay inside'. With the most minimal amount of clohtes she could muster without being asked for her price, Verbena walked her pretty little bum down to the starbucks for some sweet relief. With the warm cup in her hands, she brought it close to her mouth and inhaled some of the steamy goodness she knew she was about to enjoy, if she could stay on her feet on the walk home with a burning hot cup in her hands. She was counting the seconds until she would be able to feel the relief of air conditioning again, taking every shortcut she knew that would take her from the starbucks to her house, when she got the feeling someone was following her. Taking a few unnecessary turns and not losing them, Verbena was almost in a full-out run with the panic she'd set herself in. He's not following you. He's not following you. Oh my fucking god, he's totally following you. The tracker, after a while was obviously tired of this stupid game and simply overtook her, marking her in the traditional Nyx style.
Ver was freaked. Out. Her thoughts were a flurry, but a few of them were 'oh my god, did he just touch me?' 'What happened, i think i was raped!' 'I don't remember being raped. I must've been drugged and raped' 'God damn, my head hurts like a mother f**ker &$& #*$*$ *%%$*%$*(%*(' Once she game to realization she was marked, a couple agonizing hours later, her brother ushered her to the House of Night himself and insisted on staying until he saw that his sister was sufficiently okay.

III. You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
It's been an adjustment and Verbena E Mulciber will admit to not being satisfied with this new house of night schooling system. Before, she was a member of a private Catholic school. She had always been studious, but it was definitely different here. People died frequently, and she hated the fact that a week later she could hardly remember their name even if they were in a few classes with her. A year simply was not enough time for her to adjust, but she made do. She focused on her studies and kept her head low, tried to keep the target off her back. And yet, there was still that kid. The one who wouldn't leave her alone. The one who made her pack up her books five minutes before the bell would ring during Englsih class, make her miss the end of the lecture, simple so she could run out faster than he could come over and talk to her. Bother her. 'Flirt' with her.
His name was Cooper Davies. You've probably heard that name before, because according to him, he's kind've a big deal.
He was distasteful. He's only been doing it for a few weeks, but it was getting old fast. The worst part was she knew he turned around and did it to five other girls. No, wait, the worst part was that he had amazing cheeks and his hair looked like a soft fluffy pillow. She was leaving the dinning hall, still munching on a delicious piece of sourdough bread that would not let her leave the table without it, heading towards the courtyard to catch a few last rays of sunlight before she had to read in the darkness of her dorm and cause some serious eye strain. And of of course, she walked straight into some sort of, boys hangout time with a hackey sac game commencing to prove who was the most manly. Who was there? Cooper. Let's be straight, she wouldn't be lucky enough to avoid this one.
'Hey!'
Damn his attractive cheeks and the attractive smile between them. 'Oh... hey.. its you..'
'I think I dropped something..'
'Oh...what was it...?'
'My jaw!'
That was not funny. Don't smile. Don't you do it. Damnit. He totally reeled you in, Verbena, like a uselessly flopping fish.

Irene Adler: Why are you always so suspicious?
Sherlock Holmes: Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?

SHERLOCK HOLMES.

I. Caffeine is her life force.
Unsurprisingly, Verbena has been spoiled with excellent coffee beverages and fancy teas since she was a little kid. What does drinking caffeine ever day mean, children? Oh yes, it means a caffeine addiction. And Verbena's got one hell of an addiction -- maybe its in her mind, but it is very real when she's missing her morning coffee or tea. She loves her some earl grey or a good old starbucks latte. If she doesn't get one she usually becomes grouchy, and she's been known to get migraines if she goes a day or two without her precious caffeine. So, buying her coffee -- so long as she gets to pick out the flavor herself -- is a great way to tame the saucy copper haired beast.

II. A girl has got to look her best.
Nothing bothers Verbena more than that girl. I know you know who that girl is. You see her at the shopping mall wearing clothes that don't suit her, no makeup, and hair that looks like a generic Walgreens shampoo-conditioner combo is the only sort of treatment it ever gets. She hates them, because they can do better. Every girl is beautiful, but we all deserve to see her try. You have to try, in her opinion, to be considered lovely. A tiny bit of makeup, hair nicely tucked in a bun at the very least, maybe some nice clothes. There, you're now the Verbena-bare-minimum. Verbena herself is a girl about primping. She may not wear a lot of makeup day to day, but its rare to see her without makeup. The thing she toils on the most though, is her hair. She is not fond of the thick wavy texture of her hair and tried it long for more years than she could tolerate. It was shapeless, and no color experimentation could hide the fact that it was neither sleek and straight not luciously curly. It was also too stubborn to to anything but its lifeless poof. As a vampyre with hair that grows like its on HGH, she will get her hair cut weekly if it needs it to keep the shape of her youthful pixie cut. Her hair is the one thing she does not like to be lazy about.

Flynn Rider: Frankly, I'm too scared to ask about the frog.
Rapunzel: Chameleon.

TANGLED.

This is top secret shit, right here. There's probably only one person on the planet who knows this, and that's her brother. And he's not here, now is he? So we're going to keep this hush-hush. But, Verbena is a huge crier. Basically any movie where some living animal dies, or just another person cries on television. She has to cry too. She's a sympathy crier, and probably gets at least one cry in a week. And she absolutely hates it. She thinks that self-respecting women don't just run around bursting into tears, nor fainting, nor hopping onto stools and yelling 'e-gad!' when they see a mouse. It's a flaw of hers she would like to stifle with a pillow, but, it's not going anywhere. She'll go to ridiculous lengths not to cry in public or get caught. She's been known to poke herself in the eye with her finger, or something near just to play it off as 'oh, its watering because that's what fucking eyeballs do when they're hurt. Idiot.' Underneath that hard, unloving exterior there is a good person. She is human. Hah. Well, you know what I mean.

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i love verbena. first of all, her name is quirky, and i love it. anyway, she's amazing, especially considering we don't have a lot of characters like her. you get very well into her character, and it's not something i see a lot of. i like the details, and the way you set up your app. oh by the way, you get $25 to start with!