~"Flowers hmm? Well honey, not even a rose is as beautiful as you!"~ ♡

"Wait, is she naked in that pic? No wonder Clo here's got a lady boner for ya!" *would do her too*

❝ A flower blossoms for its own joy. ❞

"Gayest. Quote. Ever."

~"Oh shut up, you uncivilized barbarian!"~ <.<

Name: Florence Antoinette Lécuyer

"I'm so calling her Flo."

Nationality: French

~"Ahh~ Enchanté de vous rencontrer, mon précieux fleur!"~ ^__^

"Pfft! Bitch please! French people are such pussies! Now RUSSIANS, they're fucking METAL!" \m/>o<\m/

Age: Twenty-two

Favourite Food: Macarons

~"Ooh~! No wonder you look so sweet, sugar~!"~

"What the fuck are macarons? I hate that sweet shit anyways!"

Hobbies:
▸ Singing - While she rarely sings in public, Florence frequently practices in solitude.

~"Oh but darling, I'm sure you have the voice of an angel! Besides, I know just the right way to make a woman sing."~

"Heh, whatever! I can sing too!"

▸ Cultivating flowers - She finds joy in watching an insignificant seed blossom into something beautiful.

*dies of laughter and gets slapped by Claudia*

Likes:
✔ Rainstorms - The tapping of droplets on her window, the rumbling of the thunder, and the flash of lightning across the sky comforts her.

~"Ahh yes... I could just imagine you and me, nestled together in each other's arms, the rain gently pattering against the bedroom window..."~

"And the Ev kicks in the door and hacks up the two lesbos splattering blood everywhere! HAHAHAHA!!!" >8D *slapped*

✔ Classical music - It's an uncomplicated thing to love, that sound dancing through your head and lifting your heart with only a few notes.

~"Finally! Someone with true musical taste! And not a fan of that...wretched noise the goblin calls music!"~ <.<

"Fuck off, fancy pants! Classical music is what inspired that awesome, wretched noise we lovingly call METAL!" <.<

Dislikes:
✘ Clamor - While loud, chaotic noises irks her, Florence really can't stand the unnecessary ramblings of gossiping teens and adults alike.
✘ Cigarettes - She detests the way they smell, how the smoke unfurls in a cloud of nicotine.

~"Hmmm...loud noises and cigarettes. Then sugar, I advise you to stay away from Evvie. She's a precocious little thing, but trust me my dear. You are safer with me than you are with...that!"~ *glares at Ev*

*jamming on her guitar while smoking a cigarette and flipping off Claudia* "WELL I FUCKED THIS, AND I FUCKED THAT! BUT I AIN'T FUCKIN' CLAUDIA'S TWAT! SO WHAT! SO WHAT! SO WHAT SO WHAT YOU BORING LITTLE CUNT!"

*repeatedly slaps Ev in the face*

Minor special ability: Florence's tears can heal any living being (including humans, animals, plants, etc). If the healing properties in her tears are potent enough, she can cure poison and treat large wounds by crying on them. The tears, however, must be sympathetic in order to work, and cannot repair emotional or mental damage.

~Aww honey... I would never want you to cry for me!"~ :'(

"Pfft! Fuckin' emo!" <.< *wonders if Florence's tears can heal her mom*

Biography: Blessed with an uneventful childhood, Florence's roots are in the upper-middle class. Since youth, her family has always been supportive and loving; both parents being kind and cultured people. As a child, she was taught to only want for what she needed, taught more humble values in favour of a broader mindset.

~"Well now, it was a pleasure to meet you, my fair rose. You're a charming young lady, Florence. Perhaps if we had the time, I could get to know you so much better."~ <3

"In other words, she wants to ride you like a randy stallion! Better steer clear of this bitch if you don't want your V-card swiped, Flo!"

~"GRRRR! Why you little...UGH!"~ \>\\\</ *pounces on Evelyn*