Post by violet s. corner on Aug 4, 2012 15:03:42 GMT -5
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full name: violet skye corner
nickname(s): vi
age|birthday: seventeen|december thirteenth
blood type: pureblood
sexuality:bisexual
house|year: slytherin|seventh
occupation: student
wand type: Yew and pheonix feather, 10" and flewible. especially fearsome in dueling and all curses.
alliance: dark souls.
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loves:
habits:
patronus:
mirror of erised
loves:
habits:
patronus:
mirror of erised
loathes:
secrets:
dementor:
boggart:
personality: violet is strange in a most endearing way. essentially, she is what she hates; a fake, and a good one at that. adaptability is what she calls it. vi can walk into a room of complete strangers and fit in. though she isn't entirely pretending; she is simply, and naturally, molding herself suit the situation and the people in it. she always keeps the essence of herself though, she does not entirely know who that is. people are drawn and attach themselves to her not because of, though partially for, her apparent wit and intelligence and adorable sarcasm, or even just because she is simply stunning, but they are compelled toward her confidence. her confidence is out of this world, and it makes her appear more competent and leader worthy. that confidence essentuates her natural grace and elegance, making her practically glow in a public setting, as well as masks her negative points.
Aggression. in short violet is a bitch. a whole bunch of whoop-ass wrapped up in a beautiful little perfect package. she is a ticking time bomb of penned up rage, but mostly how she reacts to humiliation is revenge; and boy is she good at it. vi is living proof that size doesn't matter, not when you are creative. no one wants to mess with this social butterfly, and she has made quiet a name for herself by digging up dirt and using it. though she wouldn't be classified as a troublemaker, she would be classified as bad news. angry and creative, but there has to be something else, oh yeah. emotionally bankrupt. she is distant, because of all the abuse from kim. like kim isolated her physically she has isolated herself mentally, except no one gets in, sometimes not even herself. this makes her cold, even toward her closest friends, and sometimes even that she doesn't care about anyone or anything, even though that is not the case.
violet is a slut, a dirty nasty slut. she is addicted to sex and being treated poorly. though she feels horrible afterwords she likes the guy to dominate her, beat her, rough her up. they have to fight for it though seeing as vi is so comfortable with taking the lead and dissing out all that she can take. her relationships are usually fast as she flits from one guy, or girl, to another with hardly a thought and no mercy. love is a cage and violet will not be tamed, simple as that, no hard feelings. its an equation of equal exchange really: the amount of energy you up into keeping her in the relationship is the same amount of energy she will put into getting out of it.
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nationality: british
hometown: london
financial status: upper class
parents:
siblings:
others: unknown
familiar: a male Savannah Cat named Mareot
history: there isn't much certainty about violet before the age of five. for some reason or another she cannot access those memories. her father, michael, is the only one that knows and he is not telling. apparently it was some strange promise he gave to the poor woman, the only one he ever plans too keep. kim didn't care though, all she knew was that every women before her was a whore, and if it was up to her there would be no women after. back in those days violet liked to play make believe and pretend she was some duchess from scotland, where she lived in a tall stone castle on the island of skye, like in the stories their nanny used to tell. in those days she had her own room, the eldest in a family full of babies. they were not old enough to play with her so she would sit at her fathers feet when he was home, watching him work and playing with the laces on his shoes. michael was home all the time in those days, loving his wife and her children as well as his base-born daughter. they were beautiful, a family.a family for the last time.
When the darkness began to rise again, michael began to leave, and the house was over taken by shadow. it started small, she would have to take meals in her room so that kim didn't have to look at her. It grew like wild-fire from there, and violet didn't even have to do anything to get punished anymore. michael just had to leave, and kim would blame her, and she would be put into that suffocating crawl space and left there. The house elves would sneak her crumbs to eat as she learned to keep quiet and to herself and remain unseen. they couldn't know that they were poisoning the sweet little girls mind, twisting her into a broken and caged and dark thing. Going from angel to wrong in the time when they were left, and too her knowledge her siblings didn't even try to help, too save her. she was alone in a house full of enemies and strangers, until papa came home. then she was his little girl again, doing everything she could for him too rest his hand on her head and ruffle a few of her 'feathers'. michael was the only man she ever loved, when she still knew what the word meant and felt like.
things changed when her Hogwarts Acceptance Letter came. the world shifted again. father was so excited, and was around more to help her get ready. he bought her the best of everything and it was a nice touch that he also bought her a friend. mareot was still a kitten when she chose violet, she was the biggest in the litter and the wildest. from the moment they sensed each other they knew they needed each other. he was the best gift she had ever gotten, and the best friend. on the day they were set to go violet walked mareot onto the platform on his harness and leash, both of there head held high and their chests out as michael and the others hurried behind them, racing to keep up. she fit naturally into the setting. the first friend she made was elliot nott, and they never knew they would still be this close.
at the end of the year though she still had to go back to that house. those first few years she begged, literally begged, the headmistress to let her stay at the castle, all times being denied. so vi put up with kims shit, until something snapped. she woke up sweating, burned, and suffocating in the space and panicked. this time though she wouldn't wait it out, she broke free and ran, ran until she couldn't run anymore with mareot dancing around her legs. it was scary being on her own, but not as scary as it was at home. eventually though, like these stories always end, someone found her and handed her back over to her father. violet has never had to spend a second alone with kim ever again.
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alias: quest
age: nineteen
rp experience: five years
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