Violette LaReine
Posted: Wed, 2010.03.03 22:39
Basic Information
Appearance
Wizard Traits
Personality
Background
Other Notes:
- Name: Violette LaReine
- Gender: female
- Age: 16, November 7th 1958
- Species: Human, infected with Lycanthropy
Appearance
- Skin Colour: Ivory
- Hair Colour: Chocolate Brown
- Eye Colour: Bright Green
- Height: 5’5
- Weight: 120 pounds, give or take
- Tattoos: none
- Scars: She has scratch marks along her back from being attacked by a drifter as a child
Wizard Traits
- Describe your wand.
- Length: 13 inches
- Core: Dragon Heartstring
- Wood: Ash
- Familiar: none
- Patronus: unable
- Bloodline: half blood, but her mother practices Pantheism.
[=Please contact an admin before applying for these traits=] - Animagus?: n (Y/N. If Y, list type.)
- Parseltongue?: n
- Other? Violette is infected with Lycanthropy, but does not change into a werewolf during the full moon. She has sever anger issues, and craves raw meat the closer the moons approaches ,she tries to keep herself in check , but sometimes fails to do so. She has more physical strength then one would assume seeing her because of her “sickness”. She is an extremely shy girl because of her condition and the fact that he parents kept her secluded after the accident. After a lot of arguing Violette was allowed to come to London to live.
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Personality
- Type: ISFJ
- Likes: Flowers, reading, learning, general quiet, the outside , peace of mind
- Dislikes: being alone, crowds, loud noises , the dark, and open fields
- Fears: death, embracing my inner monster
- Greatest Desire: To be free from this sickness and live a normal life
- Worst Fear: To make a mistake and infect someone
- How would your friends describe you? I don’t actually have any friends, but if I were to ask my parent to describe me, for they are the only people I have really had a chance to know in my life, they would say that I am an intelligent and beautiful young lady.
- What do you like best about yourself? My smile, and the fact that I can pretend to be happy when I’m not
- What do you like least about yourself? My scars, and my sickness. The fact that I can not change my mistake
Background
- Hometown: Roubaix, France
- Academy: None, I was home schooled by my parents
- Profession: none as of yet, I’m looking for a job
- Pets: none
- Family: my parents Eedora and Frederick
- Significant Other: none
- History:
Violette LaReine History
DoB- September 7th 1958
1965 middle summer
One does not think that as a seven year old that there will be one moment that will change your life forever. But there it was, that night oh so long ago in the field.
She was giddy; for as long as she could remember, once a month her mother would go out on the full moon to pick what she off handedly explained were ‘night flowers’, and being such a young child that was really all the explanation that she needed.
“Would you like to help me pick the night flowers?” she was asked quietly one afternoon, not long before the incident. “I think,” Eedora, her mother, said “that you’re ready to come with me.” Violette knew of course that she had to be careful, but the adventure of finally being able to come out at night and help her mother was exhilarating, “There are rules.” Her mother had continued, “You must always stay out of the field, regardless of what you might see. We must stay on the outer edge, and always take the flower at the root; like this….” And this discussion continued the days leading up to that night and Violette had to learn all the rules until she could recite them word for word, without failure.
Then she was ready. So that’s how she ended up outside in the middle of the night with a basket under her arm looking around at a beauty she had never before experienced. Everything was alive in a way she hadn’t expected at all. With the waxing moon lighting her way she wandered around the path, not really helping. Eventually she felt her mother’s eyes one her and blushed. “I’m sorry momma.” She mumbled, looking up to her mother “I’m not a big help am I?”
“Not really.” Said her mother with the shimmer of laughter in her eyes, “But that’s alright dear, I really didn’t expect you to be much help yet. But I needed you to learn.” And with that, Eedora turned back to picking the light blue lowers that dwelled on the edge of the lane.
Violette continued to look around and noticed something in the field, a moving something. Looking over her shoulder at her mother she saw that the woman was still picking away along the road. Gently, she placed her basket and cloak on the ground, slipping off her shoes and entering the field she walked in the direction of the movement.
Then suddenly, there was only blackness and pain like she’d never felt before, then suddenly there was a bright green light that lit up her surroundings for an instant and she let herself be taken over by the pain
She felt so groggy, she thought, no she knew she was in her own bed, and her father’s voice could over her mother’s in the hall.
“Eedora! What the hell were you thinking! She’s a child, our child and you took her out to…”
“ENOUGH!” the woman yelled, surprising Violette, “She knew the rules Frederick, she knew, she promised that she would stay close…” her mother let out a sob, “I told her to be careful…but –but she will be fine, the doctor said…”
“He said,” Frederick, “That she will be changed…”
Other Notes:
- Are you playing any other characters here? Yes, the admins know who.
