Lavenza
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Lavenza
ラベンダー Rabendā
Lavenza (Japanese: ラベンダー Rabendā) is a famed Kalosian couturier and fashion icon known for her supposed eccentricity and benevolent nature. Lavenza tends to the elites of Kalos, weaving and fashioning garments of phantasmagorical quality. She is, to some, the queen of couturiers and the couturier of queens! After unexpectedly disappearing from the public eye for years, Lavenza returned to the stage of fashion. Unbeknownst to all, the Lavenza that returned was a mere corpse puppeteered by the vengeful energy of a Banette. Her body revivified by its cursed energy, Lavenza deludes the world as the sinister truth of her return is swept beneath the clamorous applause of her loyal yet unknowing fans.
- 1 History
- 2 Character
- 3 Pokémon
- 3.1 On Hand
- 4 Writing Samples
- 4.1 Sample One
- 5 Artwork
- 6 Trivia
- 7 Names
Lavenza was once a well-respected and established couturier known for her ability to capture the essence of her clients’ desires within the garments she so carefully designed. The wealthy elite of Kalos flocked to her artistry, wishing to procure an audience with the woman who was slowly becoming the queen of couturiers and the couturier of queens. Despite her fame among the elite, Lavenza carried herself with humility and the utmost kindness. No one, regardless of class or upbringing, was shunned under her watchful gaze. Those who proved to possess artistry and passion for the craft had a place within her studio, be it as assistants or couturiers in the making. Her spirit was accorded to all, imparted as a gift, as though her very essence existed to bestow artistic elation. Her soul, for all its wonderous joy, had a terrible fate sealed by the very kindness that had laced her success.
During a time no longer remembered fondly, Lavenza received a commission via letter from a wealthy family hailing from Southern Kalos. The family, whose name is now lost to time, composed itself of two parents and a single child who, according to the letter, greatly admired Lavenza for her artistry. As a show of grace, typical of Lavenza, the couturier requested to meet the family to further discuss details regarding her commission. Thus, Lavenza departed for Southern Kalos, leaving the grandiose city behind in exchange for a natural scenery less touched by the ever-enthusiastic hand of man. Her destination was a summer villa secluded in a mountainous region. The villa was a lovely home with various rooms composed of glass, much like a greenhouse would be. Natural sunlight filled its halls, welcoming all to enter its sunbathed interior. There Lavenza met her new patrons, a father whose name cannot be recalled and his daughter, a silent yet amicable girl who always carried a tattered doll within her gentle embrace. Much to Lavenza’s confusion, the villa had little to no staff serving the wealthy individuals that wished to commission her. This, though odd, calmed Lavenza, for she hated being in the company of servants who, in her eyes, were often mistreated. The father, as was accustomed, toured Lavenza through the villa and its various displays of opulence. Throughout the tour, Lavenza’s gaze caught the girl’s admiring eyes and, much to the girl’s surprise, she offered her motherly hand as they walked to the last stop of their tour. With the girl’s gentle embrace within her own, the father revealed a grand room with a lavish bed and a picturesque view of the mountainside and all its natural splendor. The room was also equipped with rolls of high-quality fabrics and all the tools necessary for Lavenza to complete her commission at the villa. The father, pleased with his display of luxury, informed Lavenza that he wished for her to create various dresses for his wife, whom Lavenza was led to believe was away on important business. To aid her endeavor, the father provided all the necessary measurements and design details for Lavenza to produce the coveted garments. The ordeal was strange for two curious reasons. First was the absence of her client, for Lavenza was accustomed to working directly with the people that would wear her creations. Second were the measurements, for they seemed to, coincidentally, be the exact same body measurements as Lavenza herself. Her kind heart, at the time, subscribed to mere coincidence, though it was, in truth, an omen of what was to come.
Lavenza spent the last few months of her life within the villa, often in the company of the little girl and her tattered doll. The father had seemingly gone away on a business trip, leaving the villa under the watchful eye of the few staff members that took care of the lavish home. The staff seemed to want nothing to do with her, and, though Lavenza tried to impart her typical kindness, she was treated with cold amicability. In her loneliness, Lavenza grew to care immensely for the girl who admired her. In their friendship, Lavenza inquired about the girl’s tattered doll, seemingly curious as to why she had not procured a new doll. The girl uncharacteristically bestowed a hateful gaze upon Lavenza, a gaze enveloped with burdened resentment reserved for the deepest form of hate. Lavenza was offered no explanation, but her gentility knew not to further question the importance of items close to one’s heart. Wishing to quash the girl’s anger, Lavenza offered to mend the doll to the best of her ability. The girl’s gentility was restored, and Lavenza spent that night mending the much-loved doll.
Lavenza’s room was drenched in gentle moonlight. Only her workstation remained illuminated by the light of the faux sun contained within an ornate lamp. Within the sanctuary of light, Lavenza’s hands gently restored felt and fabric. In a way, she admired the doll’s resilience, for it, much like her, had demonstrated the courage to stand the test of time. Her hands lovingly accommodated the restored doll upon her workstation, taking great care to pose it with its head held high. Upon this display of affection, Lavenza felt the presence of another in her room. Afraid, she turned to inspect the darkness beyond her sanctuary. The darkness peered back at her, its penumbral eyes empty and without threat. Lavenza, her fear retreating within her, returned to the doll. Yet she continued to feel a presence surrounding her as her gaze draped itself over the toy. She dared not part her eyes from it, for as she laid there eyes locked, the presence grew more prominent. A chill crawled over her shoulder, and she felt as if an invisible force pulled her ears as if warning her of an invisible threat. Unnerved and tired, Lavenza turned the doll so that it faced away from her. She did so with wavering love, for she no longer views the resilient toy with the same admiration she had before. Lavenza, wishing to rest, convinced herself that no one was there with her that night and that it was merely the machinations of a tired mind. Lavenza awoke the next day in a fit of muffled screams, for she found the doll gently sitting upon her bosom.
After the occurrence, Lavenza grew weary of the doll and of the villa itself. She believed that the secluded lifestyle had become detrimental to her health and wanted nothing more than to go back home. She dare not shun the child, whom she made happy with her kindness, but she dreaded the company of the doll. Lavenza hated it and loathed its putrid presence, for she believed the damned thing to be alive. She slowly became more distraught over time, for the doll appeared in her nightmares, convulsing and twitching as if its body were a prison for a greater demon. In the day’s light, she often saw it blink at her and slightly move by itself within the girl’s arms. Of course, Lavenza was always told by the little girl that the couturier had a stellar imagination befitting her craft. Nevertheless, Lavenza pressed on and, after various weeks of torturous imaginings, finally completed every dress commissioned for her.
Lavenza announced that she was to depart the next morning, disregarding the little girl's pleas for her to stay just a little longer. Lavenza, with her typical gentility, declined. As she packed her belongings the night before her departure, the little girl appeared in Lavenza’s quarters. This startled the courier, for she had locked the door before she began packing. Shrouded in shade, the little girl stared at Lavenza with malevolence in her eyes. Faintly, the photographer could see the figure of a man standing next to the girl in the shadows. Lavenza’s chest rocked in panic, for she was afraid of what would be done to her. Surely that man would not lay hands upon her and surely not deprive her of life. She pleaded for her safety, beckoning the girl to step away from the figure in the dark. To her dismay, the figure lurched towards the moonlight, revealing itself to be the decaying corpse of the girl's father. With a contorted smile splashed across her face, the girl revealed to Lavenza that her father had always been a corpse, a puppet of flesh controlled by her. The father’s body slumped forward, falling to the floor with a loud thud. Lavenza screamed, and tears washed her cheeks as she scrambled to the door. The girl took one step forward before she too slumped to the floor. Her back turned to the ceiling as her once gentle face turned lifeless. From the girls backs, a creature of shadow and fabric emerged. It was a Banette, a creature born of grudges and hatred. Its mere presence clad the room in lightless black, turning it into a sanctum from which no one could escape. Lavenza once again pleaded, her heart aching at the scene that was played before her. The banette hushed her gently, though its smile remained wicked all the same. It spoke of the girl's mother, its once beloved trainer, and how it had been unable to process the grief of losing her many years ago. It bellowed stories of its torturous effort to find a new trainer, a woman worthy of the same love it possessed for its original master. Of all the women it had lured to this villa, only Lavenza had shown it kindness; only she had mended its heart. The creature’s machinations caused Lavenza to break, for she came to realize that she had been in the company of corpses for so long. The father, the staff, the little girl—all slain by the very creature that yearned for her love. Lavenza slumped against the door, her back now turned to the creature. She could not bear to look at it any longer. With the last of her strength, Lavenza whispered that she could be her new master, for she could not live in a world where such cruelty was allowed to exist. Lavenza’s last words were of apologies and sorrows, for despite being slain by Banette soon after, she wished nothing more for it to find some sort of happiness. In her dying breath, though rocked by fear, she wished happiness upon Banette, that her body be the vessel that will bring it joyous existence.
Lavenza’s words brought the creature to tears, for its heinous proclivities had denied it another master who could have truly loved it. Nevertheless, its heart continued to burn with hatred and, as if planned, took possession of Lavenza’s body. If it could not be governed by a love worthy of its admiration, it would resort to becoming that love itself. Selecting one of the many dresses Lavenza had made, the creature adorned its new vessel to its liking. Banette remained in the villa, perfecting its interpretation of Lavenza’s character and spirit. Over time, it mastered her craft and perfected the art of garment and dressmaking, far surpassing the talents of the woman it usurped. With the pieces perfectly placed, Banette abandoned the horrors that occurred at the villa and returned to Lavenza’s Kalosian home. The fashion world applauded her return, unaware that the woman before them was a wretched facsimile, a demon wearing the mask of a once beautiful and saintly heart.
Otherworldly in presence, though as if she lives not in the same realm, Lavenza is best described as a woman of mystery, unwavering in her elegance, and gifted with an ever-boundless sense of positivity that is numinous in its grandeur. She carries herself effortlessly, though as if her heart is light and bereft of an earthly burden. Her visage, often bejeweled indelibly by a smile, binds others to her with a silent spell, beckoning them to heed the wisdom laced within her words. Her thoughts and the imaginings of her heart are communicated in a steady dance of words akin to an etude rich in melody but simple and somehow motherly in the care of its execution. In other words, she speaks her mind with ease and clarity, which can distill any complexity into the utmost simplicity. However, behind the trance of her elegance hides a devilish creature whose heart is constructed by grudges and hatred.
Banette, who possesses the evergreen corpse of the former couturier, is a creature burdened by admiration that is founded upon hatred and jealousy. Her presence remains ever-enchanting and loving, yet juxtaposed by an uncanny and quiet sense of loathing. Hers is the anger that lingers faintly behind her eyes, phantasmagoric and barely perceivable. She despises humans as a species yet longs for their innate ability to shape the world around them according to their feelings and perspectives. She is, much to her anger, a spirit cursed to watch humanity squander the gifts she desires so fervently over petty desires and senseless squabbling. There is rancorous love within her, a loving hatred that remains silent yet pervasive as she observes humanity forsake the keys to a paradise to which she is a stranger. Lavenza is a forgotten demon, a ghost seeking to surpass humanity by making their gifts her own.
True to her nature as a vengeful spirit, Lavenza is incapable of exploring and expressing emotional reactions outside of anger and contempt. Most things lack any emotional value to her, and what would otherwise stir the hearts of humans seems foreign to her. Nevertheless, Lavenza creates emotional facsimiles derived from past experiences with humans. Her reactions, as a result, tend to give her a slightly uncanny air that only the most perceptive of individuals take notice of. She is, to cruelly put it, a monster wearing a well-crafted mask.
Lavenza is said to be a powerful trainer possessing a unique and seemingly inexplicable bond with Ghost type Pokémon, which is why most, if not all, ghosts treat her as if she were an apparition herself. She is often seen accompanied by groups of phantoms, offering her reverence and great admiration.
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It is a widely known fact that Lavenza was responsible for designing and making each individual dress used by the famous Battle Chatelaines!
Rumors say that Lavenza has a secret relationship with Morgan, the eldest of the Battle Chatelaine sisters. The two have been seen together multiple times, either going on coffee dates or perusing the latest fashion. So far, Lavenza has not confirmed anything, even refusing multiple interviews on the subject.
Some people speculate that Lavenza and Valerie have a bitter rivalry. However, Lavenza has stated before that there is no rivalry to be had in the first place since they have established professions in different parts of the fashion industry. In fact, the two often meet up to discuss the latest trends and share ideas!
