D'EATH victoire

Victoire Melinda d’eath

USED TO DREAM UNTIL I STOPPED WRITING FICTION (the player)
name; ZIGGY
age; older than my teeth, younger than my mother
gender; mm. I’m a girl. Yup.
rp experience; since forever
how'd you find us?; I was looking at the adds..on…cross of homicide. I think. Maybe.
activity; deary me. It’ll vary. You know. School and everything. Its pretty lame y’know.
contact; Just PM please. Don’t worry. I check it every day.
other characters?; I INVENTED tigger.


ALL RIGHT, WELL THAT'S NOT TRUE (the basics)
full name; Victoire Melinda D’eath
nicknames; “I don’t do nick names. Torrie is acceptable. But highly annoying most of the time. I believe your head would be safest through referring to me by my given name.”
age; “I was born seventeen years ago, I would assume that is what you mean.”
birthday; “ September. On the third. As my shame of a brother was. I and my father have had a celebration every year afterward on that date. Don’t you remember dear Lorry?”
house&year; “I am a seventh year, in Slytherin. I wouldn’t take any other, and I don’t think the sorting hat would give me any other. It is a slight to be placed any where else.”
alliance; “My father is currently sided with the Dark Lord. I don’t see why I would betray him now after so many years of our alliance.”
blood status; “Well. That’s an odd situation isn’t it. I am pure blooded, but then my father is a vampire. So where does that leave me? I much prefer pure blooded actually.”
sexuality; “I’m straight. Why do you ask?”
pets; Haha. I don’t appreciate cute furry things to the point of keeping them in my company. I used to own a lizard, but by some accident, I believe on my fathers part, it disappeared. My brother does have a kitten though. Its too bad that thing is always within his robes, I’ve needed a good hexing practice. I’ve been sorely without any since Ezra has been at school. They put you in detention if you hex another student, you see.”
canon or original; cannon
anything else?;


MAYBE IT ENDED WHEN I ENDED COMPETITION (the physical appearance)
playby; just the name, please
hair; black, straight, shiny

“I believe, since my father is a vampire, that my hair had no choice but to be black. I don’t mind. Actually I quite like it. Especially since I rarely have to treat it. It is silky and straight to the extreme. Reaching just past my shoulders it is easily taken care of and looks good no matter how I arrange it. At times it does, frustratingly, get wavy. But that’s just one more reason why my dear mother is so inconvenient.
eyes; black, piercing, cold

Victoire's eyes would be, had their expression not been so set, quite beautiful. They are a quite large and have a certain unattainable depth to them. They reflect a bottomless pit much more than the usual flat, round disks. Her eyelashes are long, and she spends the time to lightly darken them with mascara. Much more important than their size or color, though, is the way they communicate. Torries eyes make her impenetrable heir all the more effective. They are cold and calculating. Her eyes, more than anything, contradict her frail build so that people move out of her way without even a word from our dear Victoire.


height/ weight; “Here, let me suggest you guess. Would you like me to stand. No? I’ll tell you then. I am a total of four feet, eleven inches. I would assume that trait is one of my..mothers. It seems everything inconvenient comes from her genes. Oh, and I weigh 98 pounds. I guess you could say it varies, but I have never exceeded the three digit mark. Basically I’m the size of the average first year. Though people seem to clear the halls for me, and no first years. I wonder why.”
build;

Victoire is of slight stature. Her whole body screams frail and gaunt. The frailty she received from her mother. The gaunt from her father. Her limbs are long compared to her torso and her fingers seemed stretched to the limit also. Any bully would quickly target her as a victim, if it weren't’ for the way she holds herself. Her stiff posture is extremely imposing, even frightening. She never swaggers, her strut is purposeful and strong. Her limbs don’t flail or trip but stay in the order in which she places them. Her fingers usually folded across herself.
anything else?;


BECAUSE I'D ALWAYS LOSE (the personality)
likes;

Chocolates

Good books

Nice clothing

Heels

Power

Other people being scared of her

Being in Slytherin

Hogwarts

French Food

Blood

Pillows

Her brother (though she would never admit it, because of his house and other 'problems')

Silky blankets

Strength

Learning



dislikes;
Small furry things

Her father

Her mother

Her brother

Her stepbrother

Being home

Prejudices

Clingy teachers

People who are just nice to become an acquaintance

Being ignored

Idiots

Homework

Alfredo Sauce

Yellow

Pink

Any signs of her weakness

Being reliant on anyone

Muggles
Blood traitors, like her mum.


strengths;
Leading
Surviving
Piano
Bravery

weaknesses;

fears;

Loosing power

Her dad, again she would never admit it

Thunder storms

Being left alone

Death
dreams;
Gain her fathers approval

Gain a leadership position

Become an accepted member of something. (Voldemorts posse perhaps?)


patronus; an animal which makes sense, and a five sentence explanation
boggart; greatest fear
dementor; worst, most miserable memories
amortentia; Burnt wood, fresh cut grass, the sea, musty books
veritaserum; The extent that she fears her father, she does, in fact, like her brother. She feels somewhat protective over him even. The fact that she fears thunder storms, though less extreme, because of its pettiness she views it as a folly.

personality description;

Victoire strongly appreciates true skill. She enjoys concerts, and well mastered music. Though she is a great critique, once someone impresses her, her favor is unequivocally given. This probably comes from her great disdain for weakness, and her policy that if it is not a strength, it should be discarded as a fault. Her love of well done work is shown everywhere in her belongings. She enjoys designer clothing, paintings, silk comforters, expensive inkwells, and straight O's. Most noticeable though, is her music choice. While she is not a total oddity, and does enjoy the teen norms of rock and pop, her taste is more appeased with the classics. Chopin, Wagner, and Tchaikovsky being her personal favorites.

Another product of Victoire's disdain for weakness is great strengths. One of the most noticable being some great skill on the piano. She prides herself in her musical talent. Playing her instument swiftly became one of the few things Victoire is willing to work for, along with power and strength.

Theres a fine, fine line between a fairytale and a lie
Though it cannot be considered an outstanding trait of our dear Victoire, she does not believe that love is possible. And, though she does not reflect on it all to much, and would never admit to anyone that the thought came to mind, it does trouble her at times. She saw the relationship between her parents. It is exactly what the fairytale that so many imagine. The impossible match that defies all odds and achieves matrimony. They fall madly in love and in a swoop of good, drunken, luck it is of to the chapel and happily ever after. Unfortunately the fairy tales hardly explore the anything other than a marriage. They don't speak of a mildly abusive father, who owns a shop of horrors. They don't explore the affair, or the step brother. They don't explore how the couple fall so quickly, so decisively out of the love they shared. And they definitely don't explore the children having to choose sides, by fear or feeling. Victoire has learned to take from experience. Her experience in her parents home has left her doubting whether love is even possible. Deep within herself she has a desire to be loved, however she doesn't trust its probability, or even if she can.
anything else?; if not, leave blank


OH OH OH, WON'T YOU CARRY ME HOME? (the background)
nationality; Romanian and British
hometown; London England
parents;[/bAlcander D’eath – father, presumably 40, owner of a shop on Knockturn named Boutique de Mizerable.
Deandra Carrow D’eath – mother, 37, currently a runaway wife/fugitive traitor to her family, but not just recently.




[b]siblings;

Lorcan D’eath, twin brother, the loathe of my existence, Gryffindor Seventh Year
other family;

Ezra D’ambrosia, half brother, cause of life’s problems, Gryffindor Sixth Year

background history;

I was born in London, along with my brother, to two parents with an already struggling marriage. Whether they knew it or not, problems sprouted long before my brother ever arrived. Though the exploitation of those problems, I blame on him. Perhaps my mother believed, in a solely infantile way, that having kids would bring her closer to her husband, as they had been in the past. He was young, the mistake of getting married is excusable. Though forgivable? I doubt that.

And so we, my brother and I, grew up. As well as apart. I can’t say I regret it. To be so close to a mortal lover like himself is incomprehensible. He took after my mother. He grew in weakness. He began showing signs of caring about witches and wizards as though a family connection was possible. He doesn’t understand the impossibility of the situation as well as he should. Just look at my parents and what do you see? Him in a good couple of years. Except he’ll be married to another groom.

I believe Lorry was scared of father. He let the imposing message my father puts across get to him. It is another weakness. Instead of facing what seems scary, he ran away. Cowering behind dear old mummy. He showed my father what lay inside. My father saw blood and pain. No one can ever show weakness to my father. It makes living simply unbearable, as situation Alcander is all too willing to fix. And thus my parents split more, my mother protecting little Lorry, my father seeing what was inside of him. ‘Tis another weakness of my brother and mother. They protect before checking what, exactly, they are protecting. It is a failing indeed.

The truth of the matter is, my father is frightening. He is a vampire, and instilled in every mortal, or part mortal, is the need to run away from vampires. However that is not the only way he is scary. My father is quick to temper and quicker to strike. To anger him is to gain pain quickly and surely. He does not know the meaning of self control, and thus to tip his balance is potentially dangerous and will result in bruises. I know this from experience, yes. I was young. Again I hadn’t learned. I told my father that he should stop yelling at mum. He does that consistently, even constantly. Like a two year old being told no, he lashed out. I assure you, the experience being attacked by my father is not one anyone should experience. He did not bite me, I am no vampire. But his blows were quick and forceful. Needless to say, he silenced me on that matter. My mind was opened, and I saw the weakness of having weakness.

And so, I lost all weakness within my possession. Caring became foreign. It is a weakness. I allied with my father and against my mother. Lorry took the other side. I’ve never understood it, but I don’t believe my dad every beat Lorry. Maybe he reminds my father to much of my mother.

That was just in the beginning of my life. Before double digits ever hit. For a nice amount of time, I was unaware of the true horror that my father was. His shop was simply his job for me. His odd habbits simply the trait of a father, for I had never known another to compare him with. His tyranny was simply a case of I not being good enough, or strong enough, or immune enough. I didn't fully comprehended his power until I saw my half brother for the first time, that was also the day I saw my, to put it lightly, step father.

I remember that moment. I generally don't trail after my father, as it could become dangerous. But something intrigued me that day. I left my home, a curious child. That is when I found out what cold-blooded murder was. That was when I discovered that I could not be horrified of my fathers deeds. And that was the scariest thing of all.

But life, for most of us, continued onward. Ever onward. My mother finally ran away. Ezra was paid for by my father. I stopped having nightmares. And we continued as planned, to hogwarts. I went shopping with father, of whom I had gained favor. He bought me all that I wished-- clothing, shoes, books. I was a pleased child. I went to Hogwarts in the finest clothes I had ever seen. I bought chocolates with my limited allowance. And, just as my father wished, I was sorted into Slytherin.

There I have stayed. Still with nice clothing. Still dispising my brother, still having crowded hallways part for my figure. And still frightened of the Summer Holiday returning.
IT'S THE LAST TIME IN LIFE THAT I'LL EVER TRY (the last few things)
magic phrase; Checkmate in Red
member title; signed.in.{blood}
anything else?; I like purple. A lot. Really.
roleplay sample;

lyric titles credit to the song carry me home by the hush sound<3