Post by vittoria aurelia pucey on Dec 1, 2012 3:21:31 GMT -5
Vittoria Aurelia Pucey
"I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good."
"I told you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good."
Birth Certificate
Name: Vittoria "Vita" Aurelia Pucey
Birthdate: December 29th, 1953
Age: 21
Job: Death Eater
Blood: Pureblood
At First Glance
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Height: 5'9"
Distinguishing features: Long/thin nose, plump lips, large eyes, oval face.
Animagus Form: Raven with large hazel eyes and a thin pointed beak.
Desired Play-By: Krysten Ritter
Description: Tall, raven-haired and gorgeous, Vita is a dark beauty. Born into a wealthy pureblood family, she has always been provided with the nicest things money could buy, and her fashion sense has acknowledged that. She is always dressed up, will never be seen in sweats or a t-shirt...if she is, then she must have lost a bet. Vita has a vibrant smile, but a wicked glare as well.
Tell Me More
Likes:
+ Alcohol
+ Shopping
+ Expensive things
+ Reading
+ Curses
+ Dark Arts
+ Magic
+ Purebloods
+ Death Eaters
+ Transforming into a raven
+ Flying [on a broomstick, or as a bird]
+ Quidditch
+ Competition
Dislikes:
- Muggles
- Mudbloods
- Halfbloods
- Poor people
- Garbage
- Dirt
- Work
- Losing
- Rules
Habits/Quirks:
~ Laughing at inappropriate times
~ Believing money can fix anything
Strengths:
+ Curses
+ Animagus
+ Flying
Weaknesses:
- Following orders
- Short temper
- Expensive things
Overall Personality:
Vittoria is a rich snob. She sees something she wants and she gets it. She's never had to work a day in her life, and she doesn't plan to either. Work is for the poor, and poor is something she will never be. She loves expensive things, sometimes only because they're expensive and she knows she can have them and others can't. She's single, and she feels that if she ever does marry anyone, it will only be for the physical and for the money. She'd make a lovely trophy wife.
Vita doesn't get close to anyone. She doesn't even pretend to like people. She's an outright bitch to many. Yet somehow, she keeps relationships with others, they seem to enjoy how outwardly blunt she is. She's not afraid to speak her mind, and it rarely gets her in trouble because she's so confident that nothing phases her. She could get away with murder if she wanted to. People fear her, and yet she really is not scary. She's simply strong enough in personality to keep people wary of her.
Bring It Home
Father: Justin Antony Pucey
Mother: Sophie Lisette Pucey
Siblings: N/A
Other Important People: N/A
Overall History:
Vittoria Aurelia Pucey was born on December the 29th of 1953. Her raven black hair matched that of her father's and her hazel eyes mirrored those of her mother. Her parents spoiled her richly, and she grew up with only the finest of personal tutors. She learned to read at an early age, and learned to fly as well. She studied hard, and when the time came for her to attend Hogwarts, the Sorting hat made the tough call between Slytherin and Ravenclaw and settled on Ravenclaw.
Her house suited her perfectly. At her young age, she wasn't entirely dark, but more focused on learning. Yet as she grew older, she formed more relationships with the Slytherins and it became apparent that the Sorting hat truly could have gone either way. She was brilliant in her classes, and also made the Quidditch team, as a seeker. Seeker suited her personality, as it was a one on one competition, and she got to work alone.
Vita graduated Hogwarts in 1971, and four years later she is living happily in her own apartment paid for entirely by her parents. They were sad to see her leave the nest, but they kept her room for her, buying her all new things, so that she could jump between the two residences whenever she liked. Vita didn't bother getting a job, work seemed boring to her. Instead she traveled for a while, seeing different sights, and buying more things. Now bored with traveling, Vita is back home, jumping between her apartment and her parents' home, going to parties, drinking with complete strangers,
Show Off
It was snowing outside, and the cold was seeping inside the old mansion. The fireplace burned, but gave off little heat. Vittoria kept a straight face, however, not allowing any form of discomfort to pass her features, not allowing any shiver to shake her thin body. She stood in the center of the dark room, the Dark Lord circled around her, his eyes piercing her, scanning every inch of her. "Show me again." He ordered. Instantly, Vittoria morphed into her animagus form, the raven. She held herself mid-air, working her wings to keep herself steady. "Come here." He ordered. She flew close to him. The Dark Lord held out his hand. "Here." She rested on his hand. He looked her over, examining her large hazel eyes, her long beak, and running his pale fingers over her smooth feathers. Finally he spoke again. "Enough." He jerked his hand, tossing her off, and she morphed back into her human form, mid-air, landing gracefully on her feet.
The examination had lasted hours...days even. She had demonstrated every skill she possessed and now came the final decision. Whether or not she was fit to serve under his rule. After what felt like hours, the Dark Lord spoke another command. "Hold out your arm." Vita did such. Holding her arm steady with one hand, the Dark Lord touched it with his wand with the other. A burning sensation pierced her arm, and Vita gave an involuntary twitch as her muscles tensed. She forced herself to relax, and bit down on her bottom lip. A black symbol etched itself into her skin...the Dark Mark. The Dark Lord released his grip from her arm, and she bowed, uttering four small words. "Thank you, My Lord."
"Leave me." He ordered. "You will return when you are called. When you are needed." She nodded, and apparated from the room and to her apartment, where she sat down on her bed, shaking. Tears fell from her eyes, and shivers ran through her body, a cry escaping her lips. She could no longer contain the fear. Her strength was broken. She had gotten what she thought she wanted, what she believed she deserved. Yet the Dark Lord, was great and terrible, and one could only remain strong for so long. After several deep calming breaths, Vita wiped away her tears and clothed herself in a long trench-coat jacket, leaving her house and heading for her one source of comfort. Alcohol.
Behind The Mask
Alias: Nichole
Age: 20
Years Roleplaying: Lost track after 7
Other Characters: I. Parkinson, L. Litcott, S. Watson, E. Parkinson, A. Carrow
Best way to contact you: PM on Admin Nichole account
Read the rules?: Wrote them
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