Post by VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY on Jun 24, 2009 3:45:53 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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VICTOIRE GABRIELLE WEASLEY[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Vee
AGE:23
YEAR: n/a
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: May 2, 1999
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Ravenclaw
ALLEGIANCE: Order of the Phoenix
PROFESSION: Former freelance journalist, now currently employed as a reporter at the Daily Prophet
WAND TYPE: Cherry Wood, Pegasus Feather, 10 inches
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Pale, piercing blue that appear more grey depending on the lighting and what she wears.
HEIGHT:5’8”
WEIGHT:123
BODY TYPE:Slender and thin, more lithe than curvy.
VOICE: A low, smooth soprano that is feminine even in anger.
PERSONAL STYLE: Victoire is a very trendy girl. Although she loves wearing classic styles, her favorite thing to do is be ahead of the fashion game. This often makes her seem out-of-place, seeing as some of the things she wears haven’t completely caught on yet. She’s never trashy, though, and always manages to look put-together and somewhat sophisticated.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Victoire is a very tall girl,but she's also long-limbed and thin. Vee has a very delicate build, with a minimum of curves that does, in fact, frustrate her often. The combination of her pale skin, her light blonde hair, and her icy blue eyes gives Victoire a dramatic, almost flashy appearance, especially when she wears darker colors.
She has what people sometimes refer to as a ‘doll face’. She has a heart-shaped face with a pointed chin, prominent cheekbones, a petite nose, highly arched eyebrows, and a smallish mouth. Victoire likes to experiment and heighten her features with makeup.
Vee is an attractive girl (she’s descended from Veelas, after all) but she always comes off as younger than she really is, which also makes people assume she’s innocent and sweet. However, her face is almost always in motion. She's not very good at hiding what she's feeling, and her expressions are easy to read. The only time her face looks sweet and blank is when she's interviewiing someone, and thats only because she had to perfect that for her job.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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Fashion
Learning new things
Finding secrets
Astronomy
Writing
Reading
Friends
Family
Autumn
Fruit
Coffee
Sarcasm
Wearing her heart on her sleeve
Games
Teddy Lupin
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
Muggy summer days
Losing (games, friends, a story…anything, really)
Being tricked
Being late
Celery
Old clothes that smell like mothballs
Pity
Arrogance
Pureblood mania
Being ordered around
People who speak in riddles
Being lied to
Dark, small spaces
Bugs
GOALS:To be a well-known journalist, to travel the world, to have as many pieces of clothing as she can buy, to find the right guy, to never lose a friend, to look back and not regret anything
BOGGART: To lose everything and everyone she cares about, and be left all alone.
But, since that’s hard to illustrate, the boggart sometimes turns into a giant hairy bug of some sort.
PATRONUS: At Victoire’s eighteenth birthday party, al of her extensive family had been there, and the majority of her friends. She felt admired and loved and her freedom was at her fingertips. As if that wasn’t enough for a good memory, she also made out with Teddy Lupin in the kitchen after the cake was served, which was really the icing on a whole day fit for a Patronus.
DEMENTOR: When Victoire was eight years old, she was playing hide-and-seek at a friend’s sleepover, and she decided to hide in the old basement. As a joke, someone locked her in, but there were so many kids she was forgotten in the chaos. She had to stay in the dark, dank basement for a few hours, alone except for the bugs, until her friend’s mother heard her and let her out.
AMORENTIA:
Crisp autumn air
Cinnamon
Coffee
Men’s cologne
BASIC PERSONALITY: Open, curious, blunt, impulsive, compassionate, intelligent, creative, loyal, driven, strong willed
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER:Fleur Weasley neé Delacour
BROTHER(S): Louis Weasley, former Ravenclaw
SISTER(S):Dominique Weasley, former Gryffindor
OTHER: Too many Weasley relatives to count
BLOOD STATUS: Pure, with a hint of Veela blood on her mother’s side
HOMETOWN: Shell Cottage, Cornwall
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Various small apartments in the Wizarding World or Muggle England, depending on the month
BIOGRAPHY:
Victoire was the first child of Bill and Fleur Weasley, and being the first she was somewhat of a guinea pig. New parents always have to test their parenting skills somehow, and that usually ends up being the first child. The Weasleys were no different, even though the extended family pitched in to help often. Victoire was overly spoiled for a while, treated like a little princess because she was the only one in the house to dote on. She was a cute little monster, well on her way to being spoiled rotten, when her younger siblings arrived one after the other—Dominique one year, Louis the next.
Having other children in the house meant that Vee was no longer the center of attention, and it took her a while to adjust to that. Once she finally got over the shift in the attention patterns, she found she actually enjoyed her siblings. Of course, some of those good feelings disappeared as they all got older, but Victoire still likes them well enough, which is more than some other families can say.
When Victoire went off to Hogwarts, her spoiled attitude disintegrated even more, because there was no one around to dote on her. She was liked by her professors and her peers because she was a good student and a sociable girl, but she grew out of her ‘princess’ persona and replaced it with a biting sense of humor.
Victoire joined the Order when she was eighteen. She hates the way pureblood mania is sweeping the world, and she was raised around people who belonged to the Order, so it was only natural that she’d join when she was old enough.
Once she graduated from Hogwarts, Victoire tried to make a living as a freelance journalist, but found that the pay wasn’t enough to support her style of living. She got a job from the Daily Prophet, and has been working there for a few months now. She’s good at her job, because she’s curious and determined to get a story once she gets a start on one. She likes the life of a journalist, seeing as she can travel often and still do her job.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE:About 3 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: an ad on MWPP
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
RP SAMPLE:
Scarlett’s eye was caught by the thrashing tree. It was hard not to be aware of it—seeing as it was throwing a hissy fit that rivaled a three-year-old. Limbs everywhere, tossed at odd angles, throwing itself back and forth, seemingly for no particular reason…Yes, actually, it was exactly like a screaming fit thrown by a toddler. Not that Scarlett had seen many of those. There was the occasional upset cousin that she had been around, but even as young children her family was taught to put image first, and so raging hissy fits were…discouraged.
Scarlett could see a strange sort of beauty in the Whomping Willow. It was a violent, harsh beauty, but beauty all the same. Especially when accented by the setting sun, the Whomping Willow was almost poetic, with its raging, never-ending, mysterious anger. She let out a small breath that resembled a sigh, struck by the oddness of her own thoughts. Maybe that was just the alcohol working its way through her system, but Scarlett doubted it. She hadn’t had enough to drink to blame it on the alcohol.
When Eugene looked back at her, Scarlett got the distinct impression that he was surprised to see her. That was understandable—the Whomping Willow was not exactly a hot spot for young students, especially when the alternative was a party. From what she knew of Eugene—which wasn’t much, besides his name—he wasn’t the type to enjoy parties. Of course, she could be misinformed and Eugene had a pressing matter to attend to out here. Scarlett took a quick glance around the deserted grounds. Maybe not. But here she was, not at the party either, so she wasn’t about to judge anyone else for doing the same thing.
“It is kind of overwhelming up there, isn’t it?” Scarlett agreed, being perfectly serious. She was surprised at herself for toning down the sarcasm, seeing as she usually ruined perfectly good conversations by saying something a little too harsh. But now she felt no urge to make a biting remark. Scarlett got a little nicer when people seemed anxious or nervous about something, and Eugene’s disjointed sentences made her feel more compassionate. It was some sort of misplaced ‘nice girl’ instinct, more suited for someone less blunt. Luckily, her weakness for nervous people was not well known. Scarlett was grateful for that, because she kind of liked being the girl known for having everything under control, not the girl known for doling out cookies and milk when people were anxious.
Scarlett noticed that Eugene didn’t say her name, although it wasn’t altogether uncommon to speak to someone without using a name in every sentence. She didn’t know if he remembered her at all, but Scarlett made an assumption and figured that Eugene would tell her if he didn’t know who she was. Not everyone was as straightforward as Scarlett preferred, and her way of assuming they were made her come off as prissy, sometimes. Scarlett was idealistic in a strange way: assuming that everyone was blunt and bold. She wasn’t even thinking about introducing herself, because she was busy focusing on Eugene’s glasses, which were a little tilted.
Scarlett was far from organized, but her own person was almost impeccable. It was an odd contradiction, to have chaos in a dorm room but neatness in dress, but that was how Scarlett worked. Before she had time to think through what she was doing, Scarlett reached out and pressed on the rim of Eugene’s glasses. It was a light push, but she thought it was enough to straighten the glasses. The motion brought her closer to him, a fact that she only realized a few seconds later.
When Scarlett thought about what she was doing, she pulled her hand away and took a step out of his personal space. Scarlett didn’t blush much, but if she did, she felt like she would be doing so now. “Sorry,” she said, offering a sheepish smile, “I just have a habit of going around and letting my OCD interfere with my actions.” She let a humorous tone enter her voice, even though the comment was half true.
Scarlett could see a strange sort of beauty in the Whomping Willow. It was a violent, harsh beauty, but beauty all the same. Especially when accented by the setting sun, the Whomping Willow was almost poetic, with its raging, never-ending, mysterious anger. She let out a small breath that resembled a sigh, struck by the oddness of her own thoughts. Maybe that was just the alcohol working its way through her system, but Scarlett doubted it. She hadn’t had enough to drink to blame it on the alcohol.
When Eugene looked back at her, Scarlett got the distinct impression that he was surprised to see her. That was understandable—the Whomping Willow was not exactly a hot spot for young students, especially when the alternative was a party. From what she knew of Eugene—which wasn’t much, besides his name—he wasn’t the type to enjoy parties. Of course, she could be misinformed and Eugene had a pressing matter to attend to out here. Scarlett took a quick glance around the deserted grounds. Maybe not. But here she was, not at the party either, so she wasn’t about to judge anyone else for doing the same thing.
“It is kind of overwhelming up there, isn’t it?” Scarlett agreed, being perfectly serious. She was surprised at herself for toning down the sarcasm, seeing as she usually ruined perfectly good conversations by saying something a little too harsh. But now she felt no urge to make a biting remark. Scarlett got a little nicer when people seemed anxious or nervous about something, and Eugene’s disjointed sentences made her feel more compassionate. It was some sort of misplaced ‘nice girl’ instinct, more suited for someone less blunt. Luckily, her weakness for nervous people was not well known. Scarlett was grateful for that, because she kind of liked being the girl known for having everything under control, not the girl known for doling out cookies and milk when people were anxious.
Scarlett noticed that Eugene didn’t say her name, although it wasn’t altogether uncommon to speak to someone without using a name in every sentence. She didn’t know if he remembered her at all, but Scarlett made an assumption and figured that Eugene would tell her if he didn’t know who she was. Not everyone was as straightforward as Scarlett preferred, and her way of assuming they were made her come off as prissy, sometimes. Scarlett was idealistic in a strange way: assuming that everyone was blunt and bold. She wasn’t even thinking about introducing herself, because she was busy focusing on Eugene’s glasses, which were a little tilted.
Scarlett was far from organized, but her own person was almost impeccable. It was an odd contradiction, to have chaos in a dorm room but neatness in dress, but that was how Scarlett worked. Before she had time to think through what she was doing, Scarlett reached out and pressed on the rim of Eugene’s glasses. It was a light push, but she thought it was enough to straighten the glasses. The motion brought her closer to him, a fact that she only realized a few seconds later.
When Scarlett thought about what she was doing, she pulled her hand away and took a step out of his personal space. Scarlett didn’t blush much, but if she did, she felt like she would be doing so now. “Sorry,” she said, offering a sheepish smile, “I just have a habit of going around and letting my OCD interfere with my actions.” She let a humorous tone enter her voice, even though the comment was half true.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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