Post by Viktoriya Irina Greyback on May 16, 2012 1:28:41 GMT -6
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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
[/font]I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
something to get off my chest
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Viktoriya Irina Greyback[/center]
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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
[/font]MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
need something that i can confess
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NICKNAMES: Tori, V, Rina (Only to close family)
AGE: Seventeen
D.O.B.: February 2
WAND TYPE: 12 1/2 inches, black laurel wood. Core of pegasus wing feather
HOUSE: Slytherin
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Part werewolf
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Cannon
PLAY-BY: Amelia Dolore
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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
[/font]’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
from all the truth that i've said
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EYE COLOUR: A strange mixture of ice blue and seaglass green
HEIGHT: 5’7”
WEIGHT:
PERSONAL STYLE:
Think Goth. That's not to say that Tori is an all out goth girl, but she does love her dark colors. Black, grays and sometimes even a bit of red if the mood strikes her. But that is only ever an accent color. In other words, Tori wears a whole heck of a lot of black. Her hair is done in various styles, usually just down, it's easier/simpler that way. But if the mood strikes her, she will occasionally do it. Either by creating locks (see above profile pic) or a simple ponytail.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Average height I'd say, about 5'7", ironically same height as her mother and weight. Tori's slightly pale in complexion and tends to go for the darker colors thinking they flatter her more then others. She loves heeled boots, it an obsession with her oddly enough. As for jewelry, she loves rings, she'll wear a ring on each finger, no necklaces or bracelets, just rings.
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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
[/font]THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
i've been on the brink, so
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- Anything remotely unique
- Storms
- Flying
- Mind games
- Manipulation
- Her father
- Challenges
- Getting her way
- Sweets
- Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland (Don’t ask)
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
- Not getting her way (Obviously)
- Disorder
- Not being listened to
- Having to repeat herself
- Family who are disloyal to Fenrir
- Mudbloods
- Half bloods
- Blood Traitors
- Being questioned
- Loud noises of any kind
GOALS: To be a powerful potions maker
BOGGART: Disappointing her father
PATRONUS: A grey wolf. Best memory: Learning how to brew the draft of living death (Her favorite potion)
DEMENTOR: When she was nearly killed by a potion experiment that went seriously wrong. The memory still freaks her out, even to this day.
AMORTENTIA:
- Air after a storm
- Leather
- Fresh cut grass
- Cinnamon
BASIC PERSONALITY:
- Manipulative
- Cunning
- Sadistic
- Cool under pressure
- Slightly mad/insane
- Bit bipolar
- Analytical way of thinking
- Dark sense of humor
- Can be violent at times
- Has a strange love of brewing poisons
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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
[/font]AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
it's like we're chasing all those stars
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FATHER: Fenrir Greyback
MOTHER: Anastasiya Demidova
BROTHER(S):
- Seyton Greyback; Older half brother
- Jasper Greyback; Younger half brother
- Adrian Greyback; Younger half brother
- Draven Greyback; Half brother
- Dareious Greyback; Half brother
SISTER(S):
- Echo Greyback; Younger half sister
- Faelin Greyback; Half sister
OTHER: N/A
HOMETOWN: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts
BIOGRAPHY: (3+ PARAGRAPHS)
Viktoriya Greyback was born to the pairing of Anastasiya Demidova and Fenrir Greyback. Growing up, Tori was raised primarily by her mother, making the two quite close. It wasn't' until she became a bit older that the eldest Greyback girl learned who and more about her father. Some would think that would scare her, but some would be wrong. Tori was actually thrilled.
Tori, being raised in an environment filled with magic, that of course caused the curious child to take on an interest with various things. One of those being potions. By the time she was ten, Tori had learned about the various ingredients that went into quite a few potions, but her main fascination started to turn toward a slightly darker side. Poisons.
The Greyback girl loved to experiment, and what better way to do that then with potions. Granted, that wasn't the smartest idea, but Tori never considered logic when it comes to potions making. The resulting accident actually causing young Tori to shy away from her experiments for a great long while. That is until she was accepted into Hogwarts.
It was obvious, once there that the brunette held a talent for only one class, potions. It also became clear to Tori that experimenting while to young to understand just what that would entail. But now, as the years have past her by, and at seventeen, Tori can only think of one thing. That being a powerful potions master.
Even this slight determination, some would think the teenager just a bit insane. Perhaps she is, but Tori isn't one to let that stop her. Her loyalty is to her father first and foremost, and that is more then likely where her skills and knowledge -as cunning as it is- will go.
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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
[/font]AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
all the problems that we could solve
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CHATBOX NAME: Lily
RP EXPERIENCE: Three years
HOW YOU FOUND US: JADE!
OTHER CHARACTERS: None!!
RP SAMPLE:
The sounds of the street were loud, annoyingly so, from the honking of car horns to the continuous babble of the pedestrians. The words and noises mingled together to create one fluid and slightly annoying chorus of noise. It was late afternoon, people getting off work and heading this way and that, far to busy to notice the small body of a child as she slipped between then. The falling rays of the sun glinted off her red gold hair as she made her way toward an alley opening.
It was the middle of fall, the leaves changing, the breeze holding a sharp snap of winter as it slowly approached. A small frown creased Molly's lips as she stood beside the stone wall of a neighboring building, fingers gripping onto her navy blue sweater as she stared with wide eyes toward the partially cracked kitchen door toward to Club Zero. This wasn't her first time, more then likely wouldn't be her last either as the young girl stood, easily hidden against the side of a dumpster.
It was simple, just slip in, grab a bit of food and slip out. Molly raised her hand, rubbing her fingers against her cheek and causing a smudge to appear against her pale skin. A small sniff was given as she flicked her olive green orbs toward the street, her hand lowering to clutch at the strap of a very worn Tinker Bell backpack. Each of her small digits having been stained various colors, from what was anyone's guess.
Another moment passed in which time the child took a small breath and made her way forward, hand gently pushing against the metal of the door to peek into the kitchen. It was expansive that was for certain, the vast array of scents that poured out caused her mouth to water and a distant rumble in her stomach to sound. It was clear the cooks were preparing for the evening's on rush. With each small footstep Molly eased her way into the kitchen, senses on high alert as she gave the air a small whiff.
With the help of her tip toes, Molly managed to reach over the counter and wrap her fingers around the warm outside of a roll. The baked good was plucked from the basket and shoved unceremoniously into her bag. What was next...the thought crossed her mind that it was to bad she couldn't bring a warm meal out with her. A small sigh was given as Molly made her way toward the fridge and silently peeked in. A few more items joining the roll within her bag. The large door was silently closed as the child glanced around a bit before darting out of the open door. Obviously she would be back, once this supply ran out.
It was the middle of fall, the leaves changing, the breeze holding a sharp snap of winter as it slowly approached. A small frown creased Molly's lips as she stood beside the stone wall of a neighboring building, fingers gripping onto her navy blue sweater as she stared with wide eyes toward the partially cracked kitchen door toward to Club Zero. This wasn't her first time, more then likely wouldn't be her last either as the young girl stood, easily hidden against the side of a dumpster.
It was simple, just slip in, grab a bit of food and slip out. Molly raised her hand, rubbing her fingers against her cheek and causing a smudge to appear against her pale skin. A small sniff was given as she flicked her olive green orbs toward the street, her hand lowering to clutch at the strap of a very worn Tinker Bell backpack. Each of her small digits having been stained various colors, from what was anyone's guess.
Another moment passed in which time the child took a small breath and made her way forward, hand gently pushing against the metal of the door to peek into the kitchen. It was expansive that was for certain, the vast array of scents that poured out caused her mouth to water and a distant rumble in her stomach to sound. It was clear the cooks were preparing for the evening's on rush. With each small footstep Molly eased her way into the kitchen, senses on high alert as she gave the air a small whiff.
With the help of her tip toes, Molly managed to reach over the counter and wrap her fingers around the warm outside of a roll. The baked good was plucked from the basket and shoved unceremoniously into her bag. What was next...the thought crossed her mind that it was to bad she couldn't bring a warm meal out with her. A small sigh was given as Molly made her way toward the fridge and silently peeked in. A few more items joining the roll within her bag. The large door was silently closed as the child glanced around a bit before darting out of the open door. Obviously she would be back, once this supply ran out.
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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
[/font]SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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