LORRAINE DUBOIS
(age.) five hundred twelve || twenty two
(species.) vampire
(occupation.) painter
(residency.) a week
(mirror.) lucy hale
â Â a pavement of the past
Lorraine Dubois, then GeneviĂšve Proulx, was the first child born to the Proulx family in several generations to show signs of natural magic talent, and the first in even longer that seemed to have more than one natural affinity. Many in her parents coven believed she would become the Supreme of her generation, much to her familyâs dismay. They had spent several generations attempting to breed the magic out of their line, eager to leave behind the world of supernatural for the ever rising world of nobility, and the girlâs birth was not only a sign of their failure, but a sign that no amount of careful planning could truly win against natureâs plans. While her father suggested having her magic bound, her mother instead turned to the coven for their aid in teaching the girl to control her gifts, knowing it was better to accept what nature offered.
From the time she was a little girl, GeneviĂšve had caught the attention of a boy only a few years older than her, from the stubborn way she refused to back down from a fight to the compassionate stance she took around those that needed it. By the time the two were old enough to be wed, Mathieu had convinced his father as well as hers that their union would be beneficial to both families, though his mother remained unconvinced as to how a lesser noble girl and her family could be remotely worth her son or his name. The two were wed just after GeneviĂšveâs 16th birthday, after years of setting the terms that always seemed to accompany marriages, and within the year they were expecting their first child. The young woman kept no secrets from her husband, which meant telling him she was a witch and that her gifts may pass to any child the two had. Together they made the decision to bind the magic of their child, and any child they should have after, for their protection in a society that made a habit of fearing what it did not understand.
GeneviĂšve was pregnant with their second child when Mathieu first took ill, science and magic both struggling to determine what heâd come down with. A year long battle with the illness eventually claimed his life, though not before he was able to meet his second child. The young womanâs heartbreak was only worsened when her mother-in-law declared her unfit and took both her son and daughter, threatening her into returning to her family. Through her devastation, she  struggled to find the strength to fight and within a few months had conceded that the children would be far more likely to have the life they deserved with their grandparents than they would if she tried to raise them as a widow, especially with the state she was in. Between the loss of her husband and the lack of her children in her life, she threw herself fully into the study of magics, using her search for knowledge as a way to distract her mind until she felt she was stable enough to handle herself.
It was nearly two years later before sheâd even began to believe sheâd be able to take her children back from their grandparents and provide them with a decent life. That belief was shattered in the matter of a single night, when she woke to the screams of her mother. At first glance it was easy enough to assume that the scream was at the flames that had engulfed the lower floor of their home, as it was enough to stir a panic in GeneviĂšveâs chest as she thought of her younger siblings, whose room was on the first floor. It wasnât until sheâd almost reached her parents rooms that she found the truth, tripping over her fatherâs body and landing atop her mother, who was still struggling for life in spite of the clearly fatal slash across her throat. Before another thought could cross her mind, the young woman was on her feet and lunging down the stairs, through the flames, praying to anyone that may be listening to keep her siblings alive. In the end she was barely able to stop the murderer, carrying her half-alive brother from the flames and as far from the house as she could before collapsing. She had no doubts that she would not survive, and as she laid her brother on the grass she knew he was lost too. The monster that had wiped out her family would burn with them, and she had to imagine that was as close to justice as theyâd see.
The next few days were a blur of pain and hunger with moments of sadness that seemed to draw on for hours. When her mind had fully cleared, the woman who had turned her explained everything. From the newly turned vampire sheâd been tracking in hopes to get him under control, who it seemed had been the one that attacked her family, to turning her. She even explained what being a vampire would bring, before GeneviĂšve could point out that she knew at least something about vampires, as most witches in her former coven had kept fairly detailed records of everything supernatural theyâd encountered. The first few years were the hardest for GeneviĂšve to adjust to, the hunger and the emotions pulling at her constantly, but the bond she formed with the other woman was something she was able to rely on as she acclimated to the new life she was faced with.
The two come together and venture apart as time passes, often spending several decades together before parting ways again. No matter how much time has passed or how much distance has been between them, they had a knack for coming together as if no time had passed, filling each other in of everything theyâve missed. Name changes, places visited, people met. Itâs been more than thirty years since Lorraine had last seen Kinsley, and the younger vampire finally decided it was a good time to check out the town her long-time friend had mentioned the last time theyâd spoken.
â Â the nature of the beast
One look at the almost constant smile on her face suggests that Lorraine has a love for life, even after centuries of it. Â Still as stubborn as she was when she was a girl, the vampire also held onto her compassion and her protective instincts. Sheâs been known to be sarcastic, especially when irritated with a conversation, though she usually tries to be patient with those that are younger than herself. Kind-hearted to a fault, she has a habit of doing anything she can to help anyone that hasnât shown they deserve any less. Sheâs never been the kind of person to but heads with the other species, though sheâs not afraid to stand up to anyone of any species that takes it upon themselves to target anyone she cares for. While she is a generally caring person, the list of people she actually cares for is fairly short.
