Post by evann on Dec 12, 2009 19:38:20 GMT
VICTORIAGLENNDAVIS
hello? it's me, evann here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm thirteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about three years. i stumbled about here thanks to caution 2.0 with my friend none.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] july 29, 2006.
full name victoria glenn davis.
nicknames tori.
age sixteen.
date of birth
year and house of preference sixth, ravenclaw.
bloodline[/color] pureblood - blood traitor.
heritage[/color] french.
wand[/color] 11 inches, cherry and maple, griffen feather.
broom[/color] nimbus 2000.
pet[/color] owl - rhyme (rimè).
likes[/color] coffee, cafès, tea, chocolate, butterbeer, care of magical creatures, potions, sunshine, flowers, and magic.
dislikes[/color] milk, fast food, cold water, airplanes, flashing colors, being sad, pessimists, her accent, stress, and homework.
strengths[/color] quiddich, seeing the bright, side of things, not procrastinating, care of magical creatures, and potions.
weaknesses[/color] muggle studies, history of magic, jealousy, recessive, and stress.
patronus[/color] peregrine falcon.
amortentia[/color] vanilla, poire belle-hélène, andanimal smell.
boggart[/color] dead family and friends - her family and friends dieing? it would never happen! that's what victoria thought as a girl. but when her aunt tissy died, seeing the funeral cast her into a vortex of internal fright when it came to death. she spent a month in therapy, learning about death and why it was nothing to fear. it didn't help. but it helped with the grief of her aunt tissy.
have you ever met a really bright person that's called a optimist? if you haven't, then welcome tori, the bright and optimistic girl. she tends to see the bright side of things, and can cheer people up easily. though she can get jealous easily, she doesn't have a temper! her self-esteem can be low, as she hates her french accent, but she sees the bright side of others. she hates homework with a passion, but knows to do it and never procrastinates on doing do. she's very athletic, and loves to fly. she hates airplanes though, as she has no control of whats happening. brooms are much better. tori can get stressed easily, and it builds up in her. she usually only expressed any depressed feelings to her journal, which she writes in every single night. she likes to write, but she likes to take care of magical creatures more. she loves any creature there is, besides the dark and scary ones of course. she talks to them, even if they can't talk back, and always trys to befriends them. her positive attitude and outlook on life usually makes them like her.
tori is an avid flyer. she loves the wind on her face, and she loves to swoop and doing little flips. ever since she was little, she flew around on broomsticks of all shapes and sizes, and was gifted with it. she tends to follow strict rules, but lets go of any easy ones. she can risk her life for others in a heartbeat, and seems to get hurt often. she can climb many things, as she possesses the gift of parkour. she likes to hang off of her broom, climb up walls, that type of thing. but she's also "cursed" by epilepsy. her epileptic ways make her prone to seizures, which she hates very much. she wishes to become an animagus, to be her patronus, a peregrine falcon. of course, this takes much time, which she's willing to give.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5"7'.
height
weight[/color] 125lbs.
hair color[/color] past her shoulders, soft, wavy, naturally high-light, dirty blond.
eye color[/color] jade green.
skin tone[/color] caucasian, slightly tan, soft, smooth.
play-by[/color] rebecca breeds.
tori is simply your average teenager witch. with a slender, athletic body and petite features, she would be considered good-looking to most people. she has dirty-blond hair, that's soft, wavy, and naturally high-lighted. her hairs tends to frizz up when the weather gets dry, though. it reaches just past her shoulders, and her short side-bangs sweep to her left, brushing over her eyes. her jade green eyes are very innocent and bright, and they light up her face a bit more. she has very unnoticeable freckles, that blend in with her skin so they're very hard too find. she has a petite, but athletic and slender build, that is used for flying around on a broomstick.
she has a sassy set of lips, and a pearly white smile that's straight as a ruler, thanks to braces. her birthmark consists of a petal-like glob, on her right hand, with two dots on both sides, both seeming like they're exactly the same size. her hands a very gentle and careful, but she has a nice firm grip whenever holding onto something as important as her wand. she stands at five feet, seven inches, which she finds to be as tall. tori finds her torso to be quite long, as well as her legs. she blames that for her height, even though her great-grandmother was a giantess. she weighs around 125 pounds, and is very fine with her weight.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] heterosexual.
sexuality
turn-ons[/color] sensitive, cute, athletic, funny, andkind.
turn-offs[/color] stingy, dim-witted, lazy, cruel, and harsh.
status[/color] single.
father[/color] jean-pierre jaques davis.
mother[/color] anne-laurè darchi davis.
siblings[/color] none.
spouses[/color] none.
offspring[/color] none.
other relations[/color]
father's side.
cousins - janette sue davis, fessibè williams davis.
aunts - danielle ann davis.
uncles - harold andrè davis.
grandparents - roland gustave davis and madam clèmence ocèane davis.
mother's side.
cousins - benjamin alfred heartman, amèlie mathilda heartman.
aunts - mrs. tissy manon heartman (deceased).
uncles - rèmy xaiver heartman.
grandparents - sir isaac bruno heartman and madam alice camille heartman.
In Paris, France, on July 29th 2014, the Eiffel Tower stood in the night, shining brightly. A sir Jean-Pierre Davis waited in the waiting room of the Paris Community Hospital, near the birth center nervously. He paced back and forth, wondering when he was going to be called. The female clerk at the register desk ringed the bell, ready to annouce something.
"Monsieur Jean-Pierre Davis, dans là. Nombre 4. Madame Anne-Laurè Davis est prêt." she said, pointing to the door on the left of her.
Jean-Pierre rushed to the door.
"Merci." he said on his way through the door, nodding towards the clerk. He walked down the narrow hallway and turned a sharp right into room number 4. This was were his wife was!
"Anne! Je suis ici! Svp, ne vous inquiétez pas. Il est pas sain pour vous." he said, coming to the bedside. She didn't look worried at all, but Jean did.
Anne-Laurè smiled, in labor even.
"Oh please Jean. I'm fine. I'm not worried. You looked so worried though. Just calm down." she said, as the doctor entered.
"She will be fine Monsieur. She's right, though. Calm down. You can take her hand." he said, putting on a latex glove. Jean-Pierre grasped her hand, awaiting for the birth.
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A miss Victoria Glenn Davis was born, both Jean-Pierre and Anne-Laurè happy. They went home to their large house in the countryside of Paris, on the very outskirts, where cows and farms lay. But in that countryside was a wizard community, hidden to Muggles. That was where the Davis's large house was. They drove in their car, which they rented from the community. People would get suspicious of this 'Campagne Gates' if people went around on brooms and came out of fireplaces like that. Therefor they had set up a car-renting system, where they could rent cars to go into the city. It was a very good process, that many people used when they went into Paris and Muggles were around.
Victoria's mother worked within the community of Campagne Gates. There were jobs available, like interior designers. Her mother was an interior designer at heart. She thought of the Davis's house too, making it amazing and just how she wanted it. Victoria's father worked long distance, in the Ministry of Magic way over in London, England. He was in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, as he could connect to Paris well. Victoria never got to see him very often, but when they did get to see each other, they had the best of times. When she was five though, her Aunt Tissy died of a heart attack. She didn't know about death yet, and was mortified by the fact of it. She trudged to her funeral in the countryside, and cried. She cried more often then others though, going to her room and staying in there for hours. That wasn't healthy, so her parents took her to therapy. It took her only a month to get rid of her sickness. It wasn't about her Aunt Tissy though, as her aunt was not fond of children, but it was more about death. She visioned it everywhere, fearing about it. She stills worries about it today, as her boggart is now her family and friends dead on the floor.
Tori, as she learned when she was eight, was gifted with flying. She could zoom around all day in there backyard, and could even jump from the broom to a branch on their oak tree. This worried her parents, but her mother got her into parkour. She could climb up walls by the time she was only ten. Her athletic skills amazed her parents, and made them proud. When she was eleven, she was ready to start Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. But her parents decided to move to Redhill, Surrey, in England. She was perfectly fine with this, as she was quite a flexible and adjusted young one. She Apparated with her parents to her new house, after they were fully moved in. There was a nice, larger house that her mother designed, in another wizard community. She made new friends, but she adjusted, and tried to life a good life. She went to Hogwarts, simply a new kid, and was put into the Ravenclaw house. She was fine with this, and went with the flow. She got good grades, and nothing happened much. She went to class, came back to Redhill and their house at the breaks, and got a Nimbus 2000 as soon as the prices went down. The Davis family was somewhat wealthy, but they like sales.
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roleplay sample
The Hogwarts Express stood, idle in the tracks of Platform 9 and three quarters. Not many people bustled around, as it was very early. But the Davis family had gotten there exceedingly early. They wanted to make sure that Victoria had gotten a good seat, and they also wanted to talk to her and make sure that she wasn't in a rush.
"Yes mother, I know." Tori Davis said inpaitiently to her mother, who was making sure that she looked nice and her hair was good. Her mother talked furiously fast in French, but Tori understood every word.
"Bon, bon. Mon chéri, Je suis votre mère." she began, ready to give out more and more of her suger coated and boring speech, but Tori gave her an annoyed look.
"Fine fine! Faites à ceci votre meilleure année." she said, rubbing her shoulder. Tori and her father both laughed.
"You say that every year, mère." Tori said, picking up her cage with Rhyme, via Rimè in it. Rhyme rustled around in the cage, letting a single feather float to the cold concrete ground.
"You should get going. There will be no more good seats. Au revoir mon chéri." her father said, patting her shoulder. Tori nodded and boarded the train. A few people ran through the brick wall. The place was still extremely empty though. Good thing she brought a deck of cards, a wizard chessboard, and a couple books for the trip! She would need them.
"Je dois aller. Farwell mère et père. Je vous verrai pendant le Noël!" she said, smiling towards her parents as she wheeled her luggage and carried Rhyme's cage towards the steps of the Hogwarts Express. Her parents waved, her father's arm around her mother's shoulders. They were such a cute couple.
Tori nodded them goodbye, her hands full of luggage and Rhyme's cage, preventing her to wave, then she turned and entered the Hogwarts Express. She wheeled her luggage to an open section, the doors already open. There was no one inside. She picked up her luggage, after setting Rhyme's cage on the seat beside her, and lifted it to the platform above her. She sighed, as she looked at Rhyme. Her luggage was quite heavy. She sat down beside Rhyme and pulled out the deck of cards she had, hidden in her brown wool sweater. She started to place them for a game of solitaire while she waited for others to arrive.
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"Yes mother, I know." Tori Davis said inpaitiently to her mother, who was making sure that she looked nice and her hair was good. Her mother talked furiously fast in French, but Tori understood every word.
"Bon, bon. Mon chéri, Je suis votre mère." she began, ready to give out more and more of her suger coated and boring speech, but Tori gave her an annoyed look.
"Fine fine! Faites à ceci votre meilleure année." she said, rubbing her shoulder. Tori and her father both laughed.
"You say that every year, mère." Tori said, picking up her cage with Rhyme, via Rimè in it. Rhyme rustled around in the cage, letting a single feather float to the cold concrete ground.
"You should get going. There will be no more good seats. Au revoir mon chéri." her father said, patting her shoulder. Tori nodded and boarded the train. A few people ran through the brick wall. The place was still extremely empty though. Good thing she brought a deck of cards, a wizard chessboard, and a couple books for the trip! She would need them.
"Je dois aller. Farwell mère et père. Je vous verrai pendant le Noël!" she said, smiling towards her parents as she wheeled her luggage and carried Rhyme's cage towards the steps of the Hogwarts Express. Her parents waved, her father's arm around her mother's shoulders. They were such a cute couple.
Tori nodded them goodbye, her hands full of luggage and Rhyme's cage, preventing her to wave, then she turned and entered the Hogwarts Express. She wheeled her luggage to an open section, the doors already open. There was no one inside. She picked up her luggage, after setting Rhyme's cage on the seat beside her, and lifted it to the platform above her. She sighed, as she looked at Rhyme. Her luggage was quite heavy. She sat down beside Rhyme and pulled out the deck of cards she had, hidden in her brown wool sweater. She started to place them for a game of solitaire while she waited for others to arrive.
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