#throughtime:intro

✧｡     ––     𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦   ,

full  name  :  vivane  baudelaire.   date  of  birth  :  november  the  2nd.   age  :  thirty  one.   zodiac  :  scorpio.   gender  :   cis  woman.   pronouns  :  she  /  her.   orientation  :  bisexual.   hair  color  :  auburn.   eye  color  :  dark  bown.   height  :  five  feet  ,  five  inches.

✧｡     ––     𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬   ,

unlike  so  many,  you  were  not  born  to  velvet.  there  was  never  lineage  gilded  around  your  name.  it  was  only  the  streets  that  offered  embrace.  or..  a  form  enough  to  confuse  you.  cold,  merciless,  and  so  unwilling  to  forgive  even  a  child  for  hunger  you  could  not  control.  it  was  up  to  you  …  learn  to  barter  with  the  silence,  to  steal  coin  from  careless  pockets.  and  survive.  make  the  scraps  worth  their  weight  in  gold.  learn  how  to  hide  in  the  shadows,  becoming  a  flicker  of  someone  else’s  imagination.  

you’re  lucky.  in  the  beginning.  but  she  is  a  fickle  patron.  and  had  your  acts  not  landed  you  behind  sweat  stained  doors,  beneath  the  brutal  glow  of  candle’s  flame  …  death  might  have  claimed  you.  instead,  you’re  taken  in.  granted  a  safe  place  to  rest,  though  the  morning  will  come  with  a  pile  of  chores.  the  madam  of  a  brothel  you  never  knew  existed  is  not  soft.  except  with  you.  her  reputation  stretches  from  tavern  gutter  to  royal  ear.  and  you  want  to  be  every  bit  as  powerful,  as  elegant  as  she.  

it  was  here  you  were  remade.  woven  into  silk  where  had  once  been  rag.  polished  and  shiny  where  you  once  believed  only  grime  could  exist.  but  …  you  knew  better  than  to  mistake  her  generosity  for  pure  kindness.  every  gift  carries  a  price.

and  yet,  when  the  house  of  roses  did  pass  into  your  hands  …  it  was  not  so  easy  to  ignore  the  whispers.  tongues  telling  tale  of  poison  spilled  into  a  cup.  and  though  no  truth  could  ever  be  proven,  no  evidence  set  forth  to  undo  it  all,  you  were  looking  at  differently.  only  rumor  still,  there  was  a  shift.  a  fear  that  now  burned  in  the  eyes  of  ones  you  called  friend.  now,  yours  to  protect.  

a  careful,  calculated,  and  unreadable  smile  your  only  weapon  against  their  lies.  because  survival  was  never  going  to  be  enough  for  you.  you  were  meant  to  reign.  

at  thirty  one,  you  feel  a  false  sense  of  security.  your  dominion  is  near  secured.  the  house  of  roses  is  known  by  any  who  venture  into  versailles.  a  confessional  wall  for  nobles  that  know  better  than  to  trust  those  who  speak  directly  to  god.  velvet  beds  that  whisper  secrets  worth  entire  kingdoms.  and  you  …  hold  it  all  in  the  palm  of  your  hand.  you  have  built  an  empire  of  want.  an  altar  where  power  comes  to  kneel.

even  still  …  ghosts  linger  at  your  heel.  tenderness  you  know  to  keep  locked  away,  a  relic  too  fragile  to  ever  be  offered  freely.  some  say  you  are  nothing  but  iron  wrapped  in  the  finest  your  station  can  afford.  and  others,  foolish  enough  to  suggest  they  have  glimpsed  something  softer.  

full name: etienne luc bernard. nickname(s): eti, tien. title: doctor. birthday: 2nd february. gender / pronouns: cis man & he / him. orientation: homosexual / homoromantic. personality: serious, independent, nonconformist, honest. languages spoken: french, english. relationship status: unbetrothed. build: toned, athletic.

( tws ; mental illness, grief, loss of parents. )

what the bernards lacked in material wealth, in etienne's mind was more than made up for in the unwavering warmth and love always found in the house. the moment his younger sister arrived, he felt his world was complete.

etienne always had a keen interest in helping others, pestering local apothecaries to teach him about their cures and the logic behind them and treating the scraped knees of young ones in their neighbourhood. medicine was his calling, but it seemed a far off prospect.

was apprenticed to a baker not far from their house, work he didn't mind as it brought extra money home, but was far from his passion. it was pure chance that a physician who'd moved to france from england, seeing etienne's enthusiasm and potential, decided to take him under his wing.

finally seemingly set on the perfect track for his future, at nineteen, his parents passed away from influenza. etienne and his mentor, of course, did their best to see them through, but to no avail. cecile did pull through, but their parents were the first patients etienne lost.

he was left to raise cecile, really still a child himself. the truth of it was, she kept him going. his days were long and busy -- her, always the priority -- but he never let his grip slip from his ultimate goal to become a doctor. he attended university thanks to his mentor and continued working alongside him, soaking up any learning he could.

currently works at a practice with three other physicians. the owner is an older, extremely curmudgeonly old man who doesn't particularly like etienne. the feeling is enthusiastically returned, but etienne has to bite his tongue -- he doesn't yet have the money to start his own practice.

the conflict largely arises from the older physician's refusal to take on board the abundance of new research, experiments, and information and instead choosing to stick to his outdated methods. etienne, on the other hand, is all about the new and very much rubs the older man the rub way.

headcanons.

absolutely reeks of undiagnosed adhd, cannot for the life of him sit still. if he's not hyperfixating on something or actively working, he will jump from task to task like a bunny. frequently has to retrace his steps to locate things he's lost track of, or left behind somewhere ( simply walking off without it ) and such like. would lose his head if it wasn't screwed on.

similarly absolutely has depression, of course he'd never even think to blame cecile for it, but their parents died and he, a teenager, had to raise his teenage sister and finish dragging himself through university. as such, he never really had a second to grieve his parents and not properly doing so has definitely just meant the feeling festered and developed.

cecile is the light of his life. he doesn't know who he'd be or what he'd do without her. he would do anything she asked in the blink of an eye and is, unsurprisingly, very protective of her as he's terrified of losing her. he's so unbelievably proud of all she's achieved and is her biggest fan in the theatre's audience.

biggest conflict in his life at the moment is how desperately lonely he feels. part of him figured he'd be able to fill that whole by throwing himself into work -- he always takes too much on, and when he's not working is almost certainly researching or experimenting -- and it hasn't worked. and because in his mind it should be enough, he's mightily confused that he still feels so alone and like there is a gaping hole in his chest. he desperately wants companionship, but is too scared to put himself out there, is pretty sure he's undesirable and dreads the very thought of loving and losing someone else.

though very secure in his practice and knowledge of medicine and healthcare ( his survival rate and patient quality of late far outdoes the practice owner's ), etienne is insecure about his status in the profession. he's not a gentleman like the rest of them and it is, at times, extremely obvious. he has no family name to rely on for prestige or inherent safety, only the reputation his good work produces. it is partly why he is so work-oriented, filling every waking moment with learning and studying.

wanted connections. pinterest.