Name: Justine Moritz
Age: 18
Gender/Pronouns: female, she/her
Appearance: Justine has a very plain, often overlooked, appearance with her brown hair pulled into a simple bun—not very neatly done, so several strands of her hair fall out as the day progresses. Her eyes are a warm shade of brown, deep-set over soft cheeks. She has a typical European complexion passed down from her family, with a few freckles speckling her face from the time she spends outside. Justine is neither heavy-set nor notably thin, actively maintaining a healthy weight for her pear-shaped body type. Modesty driven, she wears long-sleeved turtleneck shirts and high-waisted jeans the majority of the time. She does, however, like to accessorize with patterned fabric headbands.
Personality: ENFJ. Justine has the reputation of being bubbly, often a chatterbox, and an optimist. She leads her life with a strong moral code, taking the time to analyze every decision against what she believes in. Namely, putting other people before herself. Left unchecked it becomes a very self-destructive behavior and she’ll need to learn how to help herself just as much as she strives to help others.
Skills: Justine does well in social situations. She finds it easy to talk with children, particularly comfortable with those that she’s known for a decent amount of time. Overall she is relatively well-spoken and an intelligent speaker.
Hobbies: Justine picked up knitting from her mother to pass the time, and carries a ball of yarn in her bag wherever she goes. She also likes to read, but not as avidly as knitting.
Fears: William getting hurt, especially when she could have avoided it.
Other:
I can change her age if need-be
Aaa same!! I’m almost done with Justine, just one question: how old should she be? Like…late teens or early teens?
The age you put her at works! Sorry for not responding sooner, I fell into the sleepies.
Modern day Victor Frankenstein listens to Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! (A Man After Midnight) by ABBA while reanimating the dead, am I wrong or am I right? I'm right.
Oh you’re absolutely right lmao, i can see it now.
He’d definitely be an avid listener to that entire album
I mean he's gay, sad, and did I mention gay? So why not?
So where should we start in the plot? Before or after the creature is reanimated?
Possibly after? Maybe when creech and Will are first meeting?
Alright! I post first, or you?
Okay! I'll get something up in a jiffy!
The creature stood, peering through the trees at the massive house before stepping forward into the cold winter sun. This was such a lovely place, beautiful even, and he wished he could stay forever, despite the chill of winter. But no, he had a mission, to find Victor Frankenstein and make him pay for his sins… that was, if he was even here. If not, he'd figure something out. Revenge, while it wasn't something he exactly wanted, was the only path he could see himself walking down. He had to destroy the man who'd made him, contain the evil, make sure nobody would even remember his name. When he learned to read, to understand, he'd read Victor's journal, which he'd somehow taken with him when he awoke. And knowing where he came from sickened him to his core. So, the creature continued his journey up the hill, to the house sitting just a quarter mile down in a long stretch of valley, snow blanketing gently over the whole place.
The place looked frail, like it would crumble if so much as another inch accumulated over the roof, and it might have had it not been holding onto its steady structures for generations—its stone foundation and heavy beams. The first time Justine visited for an interview her breath had left her. She’d been pushing her puny little two-door car up the hill and through the gates one summer afternoon, all for an interview with the most famous family in the city. It was like a dream. Of course, having an aunt, who knew the Frankensteins personally, that could vouch for her capabilities as a nanny helped the odds tremendously in her favor.
“Justine!” the boy cried, “Look-look what I did!”
Justine glanced up from her knitting, which was a more difficult task in the cold than expected, even with fingerless gloves.
William stood proudly next to his project: a snowman, face dabbed with a bunch of chocolate pieces, and adorned with his father’s old top hat. “Very nice, William,” she said cheerily.
William bounced excitedly at the praise, but then abruptly stopped, squinting out at the blankness in the distance. Mesmerized by a little dark dot moving amidst the white. Something Justine couldn’t see, even after asking William what caught his attention. “What is it, Justine?”
Justine frowned, witnessing nothing more than perhaps just an elk on the other side of the valley. “Just some animal. Keep playing, my love, we only have a few more minutes outside.”
The creature stalked down, darting in and out of tall trees until he came upon the two, although he was still too far to do anything but just barely make out their shapes. He'd stolen a car to get here, and it was parked just a little outside the trees, over on the other side of the woods. He'd certainly be able to run fast enough to get to it if worst came to worst, but he didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to himself. He'd already done that well enough with his old… not quite family, but they had raised him somewhat. At least, the old man had taught him to talk, in French, and Safie had shown him how to read-in three languages even, English and French and Indonesian, and he could speak a little of the latter two, enough to get by at least. But now he was in Geneva, where the Frankenstein family apparently lived. The journal even had a "Return To This Address" letter stamped in it, making revenge quite easy, especially for the creature to locate them. It wasn't too hard and he'd probably have found them anyways, their father was a diplomat of some kind and had been all over the news in the last week for some great accomplishment, though the creature hardly knew what.
Back to the task at hand, however. Now that he'd found the family, he was going to see to finding Victor. Maybe, the two in the snow could even help him. Maybe they were his family, actually. Going to approach them, while risky, was seeming a better option every second. Eventually, he worked up the courage to go over to the two, and tramped through the snow at a speed faster than most humans would be easily capable of, especially in heavy snow. "Salut!" he called, trying to seem mostly harmless.
(I'm sorry I sound so incoherent I'm trying I swear lol. I'm just a bit rusty with roleplaying these characters.)
(No worries, I didn’t even notice lol. Your writing is great! I’m pretty rusty with them too so it takes me a while to actually get something written down)
(No problems for either of us, then!)
After a moment William gave up on trying to figure out what the strange silhouette was in the distance, and turned to go back to putting the final touches on his snowman. There wasn’t much to be done, though, just a couple edges to be rounded out.
Justine lowered her attention back to her knitting project once William appeared busy again. For the next several minutes all seemed peaceful. The soft crunches of William’s footsteps in the snow, the meditative silence otherwise. At least until another set of footsteps had Justine reeling. Stumbling over towards William, who didn’t seem all that startled compared to his pale-faced nanny.
“Salut, sir!” The boy replied with a bright grin, beaming from ear to ear. Justine, near hyperventilating from fright, held onto William’s shoulder. She stood half in front of him, between William and the…some sort of creature before them.
“Who are you?” She demanded through a shaky voice.
"I am no-one, Mademoiselle. But I am looking for a someone, can you help me in finding him? His name is Victor Frankenstein, he is a man of particular… what to say… interest of me." he said, soft accent lilting and flowing, voice quite pretty for how his appearance was. It was one of Victor's particular cruelties to him, one he would not forgive easily.
He looked to William, who didn't seem particularly scared. But then again, he was young, little more than five or six as far as he could tell. He wished he could be back in that state of childlike innocence, but he'd been rushed out of it before he even had a chance to explain himself. He felt a sort of irrational rage, but swallowed it. Victor was the one he wanted to hurt, not this boy.
(Oh hallo, I’m sorry to see this go :( just in case you come back with a different account I’ll still try to get a response up)
(I am back with a different account, now. My parents deleted my old ones, sorry. Hi though!)
(And I would like to continue this one.)
(Hi! I’d like to continue this too! :) I’ll get a reply up tonight)
Justine swallowed her nervousness just enough to find the words to answer. “Victor, yes, w—I know of him.” She was careful not to include William, whose image had apparently captured the creature’s attention. Tucking the boy slightly farther behind her, she glanced back to the man? No. The Beast standing before them. Her bottom lip quivered uncontrollably, even as she tried to hold it still between her teeth. “He isn’t here, though. Are you a friend of his? And can I have your name, if you please?” She went through her questions almost by rote, trained and versed in the chance that a stranger approached William.
William impatiently tugged on Justine’s pant leg, and when she didn’t answer, decided to be helpful. “Oh! I-I know! Victor’s my big brother!” he chirped before Justine could shush him. “His room is beside mine!”
"I have no name, I was never given one." he sat down in one big movement, causing snow to flurry around him for a brief moment, then settle back onto the ground softly. "And he is no friend of mine." he looked away from Justine, eyes wetting with tears for a brief moment before he wiped them aside, looking even more drawn and haggard than before. "I need to know where he is. Now, please." he ignored the boy. So Victor had family, so what? He'd had family too, for the briefest of moments. But they'd cast him out, the moment they thought him a threat. The old man had died as old men tended to do, and they took him as a murderer just because he'd been in the room when it had happened. He didn't want to go back, even if they knew now that he was no threat. The story had been debunked across the news hundreds of times, the autopsy showed no signs of anything but a natural death, and yet the creature still thought that Safie would give him that same look of fear and desperation she had when she'd first seen the man dead.
"Tell me where he is, or I do something I know I'll regret." his eye caught the boy, and for a second there was a cruel glint in it that quickly turned to deep sadness.
