Claiming:Camp/Victoire D'Aubigne/Nicholas D'Aubigne

Victoire/Nicholas D'Aubigne
Information=

Name: •Victoire Marie D’Aubigne + Nicholas Theodore D'Aubigne

Gender: •(Victoire) Female/(Nicholas) Male•

God Parent: •Pandia•

Mortal Parent: •(Victoire) Louis D’Aubigne/(Nicholas) Henri D’Aubigne•

Species: •Demigod•

Age: •Eighteen (18)•

Personality:

VICTOIRE: Passionate, strict and goddamn fit. The young brunette has the tact in their blood and dancing is everything she loves. You can play any kind of music, she'll dance perfectly. While she loves any type of dance, ballet is her true calling and she flows most to it. Every muscle in her body is working and making it looks so effortless, although it’s pure hard work. The girl want to win, to be the best and might always look for a challenge. Victoire spends hours in the studio and takes care of every detail. A perfectionist she may be, all she wants to do is make sure she's up to par. The injury has since impacted her dancing but she's working through it. The inability to dance as well as she used to gives her more free time to do whatever she wants which while made her a bit less strict, it also makes her a bit rowdy and wild similar to your stereotypical child of Dionysus. She takes alcohol as a fallback, something to make her stop thinking about her disability and honestly... what a bad habit. 

NICHOLAS: Nicholas is your average "tumblr" aesthete. He's the stereotypical artist: the lingering smell of cigarettes and black coffee mixed his breath along with gum. His fingers are always dusted with black charcoal and paint marks cover parts of his arms. He embodies the type of cool where he doesn't even need to try or mention it: you just can feel it, it's an aura thing. He's the type of guy that from a mile away, you can feel angst and teen girls whispering about how hot he is or how he broke up with them. Details in his art is his best friend aside from his sister and he's the type of guy to drink apple juice out of a champagne glass and pretend it's champagne. In proper stereotypical artist fashion, his arrogance ruins his perfect structure--it was a sin that not even holy water could wash off. Never without his camera or a set of paints, he's truly an artistic soul.

Weapons: •quack

Gallery= Model: •Phoebe Tonkin + Douglas Booth

History= TL;DR
 * two rivaling brothers fought over a girl @ a party (later 2 be known as pandia)
 * she was rlly into the future and all that psychic stuff and was like "if u both don't stop being bratz™, your children are going 2 come out rlly odd tbh" but pandia was *lowkey curses them out of annoyance cus they were both so cute but so dumb -_-*
 * surprise surprise they didn't listen and were 2 focused on flexing their muscles
 * she got pregnant w twins but had this rare thing where the twins had 2 diff fathers aka the 2 brothers (which is possible, it's called superfecundation)
 * they came out fine n were rlly good looking children so while it wasn't like the brothers were rlly paying attention to what she said they were also kinda like ???wyd
 * living near each other, there was a huge feud but the twins wanted to kno each other so much so they sneaked and hung out together
 * both are artists but wildly different.
 * relationship based on cheryl blossom x jason blossom from riverdale (the adaptation of archie comics)
 * blah blah blah this is where the thing from the beginning comes about. the two end up dead b/c of some monster. taking pity on them, eos puts them both in her belly which allows them to be born again however @pandia's thing from earlier had come to pass and the children camde out really weird---one body w 2 souls (i'm nto sure exactly what you'd call this but basically that) they'd switch routinely once the clock hit 12 n change into diff bodies
 * at night, it's nicholas and in the morn, it's victoire

Louis D’Aubigne and Henri D’Aubigne were rival twin brothers since birth. The boys had been set up against each other by their parents and they competed in multiple activities from physical activity to the arts. The two were both extremely attractive and amazing in everything they do--almost like real life French Troy Bolton's. The pressure of always going up against each other made them have poor social lives as all they wanted to do was duel, there was never a quiet moment to just chill out between them. If they weren't in combat, they weren't together. The boys were just destined to be enemies since day one.

One day the two had gone to a party where they had met a girl by the name of Kelsey. Both had their eye on her and they had decided that they would settle the conflict out in a battle of sorts: whoever she had showed interest in got the girl. This contest hadn't gone well however when she had intercourse with not one brother but two of them. In spite of their bragging of how both got the girl that night, neither had believed each other therefore they didn't really pay attention to the fact that they technically both got the girl. They couldn't even ask her to clarify considering she had only been in Bordeaux, France for a month with her family. Soon enough they forgot all about the girl and brushed her off as a distant memory.

A few months later, the babies had come in a timely manner as the boys finished off their game of golf, left in a tie. The children left at their doorstep made them confused and soon enough they had brought them to a doctor to find out their parents. Turns out, each child was made by the girl. The catch was the children were both their children and the children were the same age. According to the doctor, a rare phenomenon called heteropaternal superfecundation had occurred. This is when two of a women's eggs are fertilized by sperm from two different men. The woman/mother had released multiple eggs within a week of one another and so the babies had two different fathers but the same mother despite being born at the same time--they were fraternal twins. The boys hated the fact that the girl had pushed children on them but they had configured it into some type of challenge: who could raise the better child? Who could have the better picture-perfect life? And so off they went, exploring for different houses, wives, the whole sha-bang. They two were already computer engineers that worked under the same company, had houses next to each other, and they even had weddings that were on the exact same day. It was all carefully calculated and almost creepy.

The children grew up with a forced relationship the same way Henri and Louis had: enemies. The only difference is they refused to comply with this and tried to be friends in spite of how their fathers had acted. They worked fine together, they were like pancakes and syrup. They just worked. Both being amazing artists allowed them only to have a stronger bond regardless of Victoire wanting to be the next 'Anna Pavlova' whereas Nicholas was more into being the next 'Picasso'. To get together, the two would sneak out the house or meet up somewhere in the day for a few knowing that Henri and Louis were too busy to play helicopter on top of them. Their relationships got a bit too close at times, they almost seemed like they had an incestuous connection at times.

The first attack (12 years old) was when they were having a picnic at a park near Portland. It was a simple, breezy day and all they wanted to do was get away from their parents. The two were thirteen and couldn't have possibly suspected that they were going to be attacked by a hellhound. The dog pounced on their picnic basket in an attempt to get close to them, leaving them some time to try and run (not that they could, the beast was far quicker than them). Not knowing what to do, Nicholas took a red ball out of his pocket and threw it, it usually worked in the cartoons so why not here? The vicious creature took after it and they left the park with fear still beating in their hearts. Why, how, they inquired about it daily and it was even expressed in their art. Victoire original dances showcased terror and Nicholas’ art was full of darkness and hesitancy as if he wanted you to feel the fear he did on that sunny day. it felt like a complete nightmare. The dog didn’t even seem like a dog, it was as if it was an actual monster. The twins ended up dwelling on this though for years as they encountered various attacks until by 17, they were murdered by a giant scorpion and ended up dead.

Down in the underworld, Melione had taken pity on the twins. Why should they have to live such a short life, never even finding out who they were? At this point in time, Zeus refused her request to put them in her stomach to make them become born again due to her doing it for many already. “If people are to die, they should stay dead, at this point everyone may as well stay alive,” he told her time and time again. Melione decided to ask Eos if she’d take the twins and rebirth them, that way Zeus wouldn’t be angry with her, it wasn’t as if Eos did this even half as many times as she had. Eos agreed and... a child was born. At 11:30 PM, there came Victoire, in all of her glory. By 12:00 AM (midnight) however, there came Nicholas. The twins were stuck in one body. Zeus had found out about Melione’s plan and decided to curse the children as a result of her displeasing him. The child(ren) pleaded with Zeus to fix this once they found out (he was prideful, his work was just too funny for him not to say he had done it) but he refused leading them to be stuck as such. Sticking with it in spite of the difficulty when it came to meeting new people and wanting to keep talking to one another, they made it work and ended up going to camp where they were claimed by Pandia quickly.