Post by Verity Valentine on Feb 23, 2012 16:56:33 GMT -5
Verity Faith Valentine
[/b][/color][/font]we'll find it someday, a way back home
and love will reclaim what shadows stole
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the▪B A S I C S
i'm a ravenclaw, i like to read books
when i cast spells, they're off the frickin' hook
i'm a ravenclaw, i like to read books
when i cast spells, they're off the frickin' hook
Full Name: Verity Faith Valentine
Nicknames: Pandora
Gender: Female
Birthdate/Age: February 27 th 1980, 16
Blood Status: Pureblood
Sexuality: Straight but leans a little towards bi curious
Wand: 9 ¾ unicorn tail hair, cherry wood- good for charms
Pet: White grey barn owl called Artemis
House: Slytherin
Occupation: N/A
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the▪A P P E A R A N C E
[/color][/center]i'm a gryffindor, i'll fly with my friends
We'll never back down, and fight to the end
We'll never back down, and fight to the end
Playby: Betty Curse
Hair: Dark brown and when down comes to about her lower back in a wave of tangles and curves (this is natural not a lack of hairbrush) however she only ever lets her hair down around those she knows well, so for the most part it is kept in a messy bun on the top of her head or tied back in thick plaits and pinned back.
Eyes: Dark gray nearly black and nearly always framed with black eyeliner
Height/Weight: 5'4 and 8 ½ stone
Distinguishing Marks: Her ears are pierced just the once. Has a very faint scar across her throat although you would never know its there unless she either told you or you felt it. Has no tattoos but has been threatened with the Dark Mark more than once.
Build: Rather short for her age and slightly underweight which tells of a not brilliant home life. Is really very pale but thats mostly because she hates being out in the sun.
Style: In the Muggle world she would have been called 'Goth' but as she is from a Pureblood family she can't use that term without being sneered at. She loves dark clothes and will more often than not be dressed in long skirts that brush the ground and what appear to be corsets although many of these have long sleeves. She adores silk and velvet and is very particular to Victorian lace and skirts. Of course during school hours she wears the uniform and apart from her hair is quite neat in appearance.
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the▪P E R S O N A L I T Y
[/color][/center]i'm a slytherin, the house of the snake
Come get in my way, and get tossed in the lake
Come get in my way, and get tossed in the lake
Likes:
Owls
Velvet, lace & silk
Reading
Walks in the moonlight
Keeping herself to herself
Charms
Astronomy
Eyeliner...lots & lots of eyeliner
(secretly) Harry Potter although this is just because she thinks him stupidly brave for getting through all the things in his life. She'd never admit it of course!
Her House...or at least those who don't go about proclaiming their adoration of the Dark Lord
Black and White muggle photographs
Dislikes:
Her relations
Pink
Most of the student body
The Sun
Herbology
Being told she will belong to the Dark Lord soon
Duelling
Gryffindors...why can't they just leave her alone?
Being seen as a dark person when she is just really misunderstood
The Ministry of Magic- she finds it useless and weak
Being told what to do
Pansy Parkinson- she doesn't understand how someone can be so soppy and yet claim to be Slytherin Royalty
Strengths:
Excellent sense of self preservation- will do nearly anything to keep safe
Blends into the background
Is very good at getting other people to do things for her
Loyal to the few friends she has and to some extent even to the family she hates so much
Honest although she is quite a good lier
Weaknesses:
Loner- she has very few friends, hates nearly all of her family & refuses to get close to anyone if she can help it. Also not a good thing to be on your own with the Gryffindors about.
Children- she loves kids and if there is someone younger than herself in trouble she will do everything she can to help them, no matter the danger to herself
Thinks herself better than others although she isn't stupid & can recognise when someone is better than herself...just
Pacifist- she dislikes fighting and the thought of being caught in a war terrifies her
Her honesty can be very brutal sometimes
Best Memory: The day her Father promised to keep her safe
Mirror of Erised: To find safety...she really doesn't care where it comes from
Patronus: None, she's never attempted it
Boggart: Being given to the Dark Lord. She also has a deep fear of her mother
Dementor: Watching her Mother murder her Father
Veritaserum: Despite putting up the cold exterior she shows to everyone it is a mask and she is desperate to be rescued from her life. She has contemplated suicide many times but has talked herself out of it each time. Also sometimes wishes her mother would kill her to.
Personality: Verity is a little messed up although for the most part it is through no fault of her own. She is a loner, prefers to be left alone and will spend most of her time completely ignoring you despite the fact that she is desperately afraid of being left alone and craves attention and love from those she is close to. This contradiction in wants and needs has made it incredibly hard for her to relate to anyone and she finds it difficult to get close to anyone- especially when she is half convinced that they will leave her all alone.
Verity used to be a very happy child until the death of her father destroyed what was left of her childhood. She has had to grow up too quickly in too short of a time and sometimes thinks herself above those she lives with at school and although she dislikes the whole house prejudice thing she has slowly found herself being brainwashed into thinking Slytherin is far better than any of the other three despite having promised herself to keep neutral in everything. She doesn't care so much about blood purity but for the sake of a quiet life pretends to be full of herself and upholds the old way of thinking.
Despite her many set backs Verity is an incredibly loyal person who will stick by her friends and those she accepts into her life know the vulnerable parts of her personality better than anyone else, however these friends and few and far between and no one has ever been as close to her as her father. She is a highly romantic person at heart and this shows through her love of walking beneath the moon and staring at the stars. Her sexuality is something that has caused her much torment over the years but she has come to accept the fact that she is not perfect and having never had a relationship with even a boy cannot actually say she is a bisexual so classes herself as bi-curious.
The only other major thing to mention about Verity is that she is utterly terrified of her mother and what her mother intends to do with her. She has been told since she was old enough to understand that she was always intended to be given to Voldemort as a gift of loyalty and the very thought plagues her nightmares. She hates fighting as a general rule and the thought of being forced into any sort of service with him has made her seek out refuge anywhere she can get it. The only other person who scares her more than her mother is Voldemort himself and she dreads the day her mother decides its time to hand her over.
Her nickname 'Pandora' was given to her sometime over the school years by one of her friends as they claimed that her personality is so conflicting there is no other way to describe it. At any given moment she can be happy and carefree and the next terrified and angry at the world but there is always that little bit of hope buried deep down that one day she will be free of all her fears.
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the▪H I S T O R Y
[/color][/center]i'm a hufflepuff, we're true to the end.
united we stand, so I'll stand with my friends
united we stand, so I'll stand with my friends
Father: Antonio Valentine, Italian, deceased but was Pureblood
Mother: Morgain Valentine (nee Bloodkiss), 36, unemployed (but very rich) Pureblood Death eater
Siblings: None
Others: Evadne Bloodkiss, aunt, 38 Pureblood Death eater, works at the Ministry of Magic
Hometown: Venice, Italy
Current Residence: Apart from Hogwarts? When at home she lives in Oxford, England although they have a holiday residence in Venice
History: Verity was born in Venice, Italy to Antonio and Morgain Valentine- two very wealthy Purebloods who had wanted a son. Well, Morgain had wanted a son because as soon as Verity had been born her father had fallen in love with her the moment he had her in his arms. Unfortunately there were complications in the birth that even magic couldn't fix and they were told they could never have more children which left her mother devastated...she had so hoped for a son who would be able to serve her lord and master and yet here she was stuck with a daughter! Despite this Morgain learnt to live with this and pledged her daughter to the cause, stating that as soon as was possible she would marry the girl off in order to breed with other like minded Purebloods like herself- this information was kept from her husband who unlike her was not a supporter of the Dark Lord.
Her childhood, from what she remembers was nothing great. She remembers the love and attention from her father and she as she spent most of her time with him loved him more than she would probably ever love again but she was afraid of her mother and her aunt who planned her future before she was even aware of what that meant. She was provided with tutors who taught her most of what she needed to know for her future years at school and it was in this time that she learnt to love the night and all it held. This peace was broken at the age of six where she witnessed her mother and father having a terrible row one day which resulted in her mother using an unforgivable curse to kill him. Morgain, having realised that her horrid child had seen this act had lashed out with the same fury however her sister came into the home at just the right moment to save the child from being killed as well, reminding her that she had promised the girl to the Dark Lords cause...however this incident has left her with a scar across her throat which has left her with more than memories to remind her of that day.
Her school years were nothing compared to her home life and since the death of her father her home life was definitely bad enough to erase and thoughts of fear at school. Her first year saw her bear witness to the return of Harry Potter and like any other child who had grown up surrounded by magic was aware of just who he was and was afraid although not for herself. Despite being sorted into Slytherin she was afraid for his safety and was aware that at any given moment his life would probably be forfeit (although at the time she never believed Voldemort would return and simply thought that someone like her mother would have a go). Her second year saw the rumours of Potter being the heir of Slytherin and like many others initially believed it until it became obvious it was not true and the remainder of the year was spent keeping to herself. The same is to be said for her third year and most of the Fourth although the Tournament was enough to get even her involved in school life (although she did not attend the ball). Her fears from the first year involving Potter were renewed at the death of Diggory and although she had disliked the boy was sad at the needless loss of life.
It was the fifth year that she began to fear for her own safety and with Potter telling people that the Dark Lord was back and her mother's glee at having the Dark Mark activate spent every waking moment terrified that she was going to be handed over. How she got through the year is still a mystery although she admits that watching Malfoy and his goons try and trace the DA was highly amusing and it was probably enough of a distraction to keep her somewhat sane. Although it hasn't lasted long and the past summer has firmly cemented her fears...her mother plans to have her married off by the end of the year and she has been informed that she will be 'inducted' into the folds of the Dark Lord in the coming months. The very thought has given her nightmares every night and she plans to do everything she can to keep out of his clutches, even contemplating killing herself to save him having the pleasure of doing it himself. Or even saving her mother the pleasure. Those who know her have noticed the change in the way she acts- she's more jumpy, looks like she never has any sleep and will snap at people much more often than she has ever done before.
This year might be important in terms of exams but for Verity this year is probably the last year of freedom.
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the▪P L A Y E R
[/color][/center]so who are we fighting for? gryffindor, givin' it all for the red and gold!
and who are we flying for? gryffindor, this is battle this is war!
and who are we flying for? gryffindor, this is battle this is war!
Name: Bunny
Time Zone: Whatever England is XD
RP Experience: About eight years ish
How Did You Find Us?: Advert
Role Play Sample:
The weather was starting to get colder. Winter was setting in and the last of the warm sunny days had vanished into cold and stormy gray skies that threatened to bring snow and ice. However, here in the well maintained area of Westminster it made no difference what the weather held in store, the gardens were pristine and the paths had been cleared of any and all debris that might have made its way to the ground from the rustic coloured trees that had decided that shedding its foliage was the best thing to do at this time of year- after all, no one wanted to step on such a thing and fall to the ground. Not that it was likely to happen in such an area as this but still. Better safe than sorry.
Of course, if you had the money and the clearance one simply ordered the car to drive straight to the front door to avoid such annoying things as litter. As it was such a day today the sleek black limo simply glided to the doors of one of the smaller, lesser used buildings where a man in a uniform sprang forward to open the door and stepped aside in order to allow a well groomed man to step out onto the pavement and then into the building where the heating was on and no such thing as leaves and weather dared to make an appearance.
William was one of those men who truly loved order and cleanliness and as such his offices were always to the highest standards and you could guarantee that if there was even a speck of dust to be seen you would lose your job faster that you could say 'lycan'. Of course, had you known the man well enough you could accuse him of being highly strung when it came to being clean and tidy- however, one simply did not accuse this man of any such thing...not if you wanted to see the next sunrise of course.
As he walked across the reception area everyone seemed to hold their breath as he passed by them, and once he was settled safely in the elevator on the opposite wall they all let it loose in relief, glad that today at least he seemed to be in a good mood. And he was. Today was going to be...fun. He had a meeting planned with a certain wolf by the name of Morrison Whelan and he was going to enjoy every moment of it for he was a cruel man and the thought of putting fear into anyone was enough to make him smile to himself as he waited for the lift to stop at his floor before he got out and made his way down the plush cream coloured carpeted floor where he was met by the fiery haired maiden Katerina.
"Are we all set?" He asked as she pushed open the double doors to admit him into his private office. He loved this room. Everything was just so, nothing out of place. It was not a modern room and he loved it like that...everything was antique, with a large desk in front of the window and a roaring fire already lit ready for him to admire and enjoy. Yes. This was almost as good as his study at home.
She nodded, "Yes, ve sent the notice to him yesterday telling him of his meeting with yourself. Ve left no hint as to what it was about as per you orders." She stood to the side as he settled into his large and -despite its appearance- most comfortable chair behind the desk. He steepled his fingers together and lent forwards on his elbows as he nodded.
"Good," Finally he lent back and waved his hand in dismissal as he opened a drawer and pulling out a brown file. "Wait outside the door for him Katerina and then make sure no one disturbs us." She made no comment of how she would have liked to stay in the room in case anything happened and instead bowed slightly and closed the doors behind her leaving her alpha alone until the other male turned up.
William himself didn't spare her a glance as he opened the file up revealing several pages of typed paper and several photographs. These he picked up and flicked through, revealing a family photo and several individual ones holding the smiling faces of five different people. These were pictures of the Sullivan family before he had 'dispatched' of them. And then there were the photos of after the event...he pulled these out and looked over them with a cold and critical eye as one might expect a detective looking over a specific piece of evidence. Such wonderful work he mused as he looked at the one of the mother slumped over in the kitchen with her own weapon being used to stab her in the back. His Katerina did such wonderful work. He shuffled the papers so they were just so although he left the homicide photographs on the top of the pile, hiding the one that was the most important from view before leaving the file still open on the top of his desk in plain sight for anyone to see if they happened to look down at it,
Katerina looked up as the lift dinged and as the familiar male came into view gave a small, cold smile as she moved to push open the one door to allow him entrance.
"Morrison Whelan, Alpha." She introduced as she admitted the other wolf before closing the door behind him and took her stance in front of the door, arms folded and ready to take on anyone who might try and enter without permission.
Of course, if you had the money and the clearance one simply ordered the car to drive straight to the front door to avoid such annoying things as litter. As it was such a day today the sleek black limo simply glided to the doors of one of the smaller, lesser used buildings where a man in a uniform sprang forward to open the door and stepped aside in order to allow a well groomed man to step out onto the pavement and then into the building where the heating was on and no such thing as leaves and weather dared to make an appearance.
William was one of those men who truly loved order and cleanliness and as such his offices were always to the highest standards and you could guarantee that if there was even a speck of dust to be seen you would lose your job faster that you could say 'lycan'. Of course, had you known the man well enough you could accuse him of being highly strung when it came to being clean and tidy- however, one simply did not accuse this man of any such thing...not if you wanted to see the next sunrise of course.
As he walked across the reception area everyone seemed to hold their breath as he passed by them, and once he was settled safely in the elevator on the opposite wall they all let it loose in relief, glad that today at least he seemed to be in a good mood. And he was. Today was going to be...fun. He had a meeting planned with a certain wolf by the name of Morrison Whelan and he was going to enjoy every moment of it for he was a cruel man and the thought of putting fear into anyone was enough to make him smile to himself as he waited for the lift to stop at his floor before he got out and made his way down the plush cream coloured carpeted floor where he was met by the fiery haired maiden Katerina.
"Are we all set?" He asked as she pushed open the double doors to admit him into his private office. He loved this room. Everything was just so, nothing out of place. It was not a modern room and he loved it like that...everything was antique, with a large desk in front of the window and a roaring fire already lit ready for him to admire and enjoy. Yes. This was almost as good as his study at home.
She nodded, "Yes, ve sent the notice to him yesterday telling him of his meeting with yourself. Ve left no hint as to what it was about as per you orders." She stood to the side as he settled into his large and -despite its appearance- most comfortable chair behind the desk. He steepled his fingers together and lent forwards on his elbows as he nodded.
"Good," Finally he lent back and waved his hand in dismissal as he opened a drawer and pulling out a brown file. "Wait outside the door for him Katerina and then make sure no one disturbs us." She made no comment of how she would have liked to stay in the room in case anything happened and instead bowed slightly and closed the doors behind her leaving her alpha alone until the other male turned up.
William himself didn't spare her a glance as he opened the file up revealing several pages of typed paper and several photographs. These he picked up and flicked through, revealing a family photo and several individual ones holding the smiling faces of five different people. These were pictures of the Sullivan family before he had 'dispatched' of them. And then there were the photos of after the event...he pulled these out and looked over them with a cold and critical eye as one might expect a detective looking over a specific piece of evidence. Such wonderful work he mused as he looked at the one of the mother slumped over in the kitchen with her own weapon being used to stab her in the back. His Katerina did such wonderful work. He shuffled the papers so they were just so although he left the homicide photographs on the top of the pile, hiding the one that was the most important from view before leaving the file still open on the top of his desk in plain sight for anyone to see if they happened to look down at it,
Katerina looked up as the lift dinged and as the familiar male came into view gave a small, cold smile as she moved to push open the one door to allow him entrance.
"Morrison Whelan, Alpha." She introduced as she admitted the other wolf before closing the door behind him and took her stance in front of the door, arms folded and ready to take on anyone who might try and enter without permission.
the▪C R E D I T
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