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Post by Vivian Whitman on Apr 11, 2012 13:28:38 GMT -6
The Basics
OOC Alias: Vivian
Full Name: Vivian Sue Whitman
Nickname: Viv, Vivi
Age: 15
Year: Fourth Year
House: (listed from most wanted to least) Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin
Job: Student
Nationality: A mix of Irish, German, and British
Sex: Female
Orientation: Homosexual
Appearance
Eye color: Her eyes are a sort of light chocolate brown with a hint of green around her pupil.
Hair color: A very dark brown color, almost to the point of black on the bottom layers of her hair, and a lighter, more neutral brown on the top layers.
Markings: Vivian has a dark, oddly shaped oval birthmark on her hip which is something she usually forgets about. On her right wrist there is a burn scar in the shape of an eight from a childhood accident with a curling iron. And, to top it all off, she has a good number of other scars on her back, shoulders, and chest.
Description: Vivian stands at a good height of 5' 9'', her tall stature given to her by her father. Her skin is a very light tan color, though her skin does occasionally darken during the summer if she doesn't get sunburned. Her build isn't the most exciting, not having the curves that other girls may have. Her legs and arms are relatively thin and don't hold much muscle in them, making her relatively weak in that area.
Personality
Vivian isn't exactly the most outgoing person, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself more often than not. She is very self-conscious of her appearance and what people think of her, which is why she always tries to hide her scars from other people. She tends to stay closed off from people she's unfamiliar with, hardly opening up to them until she gets to know them better. Once she has gotten pass that time of uncertainty, Vivian does gradually begin to show her true self. Even though most people won't see it, she loves a good laugh and enjoys making others laugh as well. She's very protective of her friends and cares greatly for them all. She also is infamous for her short-temper, something that doesn't show up too often. But, if someone or something sets her off, then she becomes relatively dangerous with her temper.
History
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-Before Hogwarts
Vivian was born on October 3 in the relatively small town of Sennen, being the only daughter of Abigail and Desmond Whitman and the youngest of three. Being the youngest, she was spoiled the most and taken care of very generously. Her first few years were relatively uneventful, living happily with her family as most other toddlers did. They weren't exactly the most well-off family, though. Her father owned a small shop in the town, selling books to the muggle public and spell books and the simple potion to those in the magical residence. The potions were supplied by her mother, the halfblood witch having a slight talent with brewery. So, life was comfortable for Vivian and her family, but definitely not luxurious. It wasn't until the age of seven that things took turn for the worse.
Her parents had told her countless times as a young girl to stay out of the woods that stood at the edge of the town, something that filled the girl's mind with interest and curiosity. So, naturally, Vivian believed that at her 'old' age, she would be able to handle whatever was in the woods. Going off on her own as her parents went to work in their small shop, she wandered through the outskirts of the forest, making sure not to go too far. But, she didn't have to go far for the beast lurking in the shadows. She doesn't really remember what had happened or how, but she could easily remember the pain of the attack. No one knows the werewolf who attacked her, and obviously no one would step forward to admit that it had been them who had attacked her. It was a miracle in itself really that she even managed to survive the attack with only scratches and, unfortunately, a bite.
In the passing years since that incident, Vivian had become withdrawn from most others, even her family as she came to fear herself. Hating what she now was, she kept herself isolated from most of the friends she had before the incident, though she didn't have too much of a choice with that either as the other parents came to fear her as well.
-First Year
Vivian was a very quiet student during her first year, hardly talking to others unless they spoke to her first. The few friendships she made were limited as she tried to make as few connections as possible, not wanting them to know of what she was. During the first few times of the full moon, she would sneak out into the Forbidden Forest to make the change until the school asked her parents to come where they were finally told of her condition. With that, the school tried to help with containing her in a way to protect their other students. Not wanting Vivian to end up wandering out of the Forbidden Forest, they placed her in a 'secure' spot in the dungeons, keeping her there until the affect was done with.
-Second Year
As she came back for her next year of school, Vivian felt a bit better about her 'condition', not fearing so much that she'd hurt others since the school did well to contain her. With that, she managed to make a few new friends, though she continued to keep what she was a secret. No, she may not have been afraid of hurting anyone as much as she use to, but she still feared about what they might say or do if anyone ever found out. Also in that year, she found that not following the procedure of brewing a potion exactly was never a good thing as she ended up practically ruining the entire classroom for the explosion of slime she created.
-Third Year
Vivian was just barely beginning to come out of her shell during her third year, she began talking a bit more to others, perhaps becoming even a bit over-confident in herself as her fear of hurting someone at the school continued to diminish. But, her hope of being 'normal' was quickly ruined. During the last weeks of school, Vivian went through the finally change of that school year, where everything went horribly wrong. After two and a half years of being used as her container, the dungeon where she was kept finally gave way as she tore at the door, letting her loose in the school. Amazingly, no one was bitten by her, though a few were minor injured, and it sent her right back to square one.
-Fourth Year
After what had happened the earlier year, she had completely closed herself off again, breaking off any and all friendships she had managed to build over the past years. No one knew it had been her who had attacked the school, but she had become overly paranoid now for the first few months of the school year...
Role Play Example
With her fingers gently running over the fresh, raw cut on her shoulder that she had received the previous night, Vivian stared down blankly at the book in front of her, her interest in the story slowly faltering. As usual, her interest in things were little to nothing after having to go through her monthly change. The first few days after were always painful, the cuts and injuries she would inflict on herself always halting her usual routines. Wincing as the flesh of her fingers slipped into the raw slit of a cut, she clenched her teeth as the wound burned. She finally pulled her hand away, taking a moment to stare at the small, light smudge of blood on her finger tips.
As her eyes quickly darted around, searching for any sign of anyone, she hurriedly licked her fingers, the metallic taste of blood lingering in her mouth. It was something she never liked, but something she couldn't help either. The smell and taste of blood just always seemed to capture her attention. She blamed her werewolf qualities for it, but knew it was also just an odd habit of hers that she had developed on her own. Wiping her fingers off on her shirt, she glanced around again to make sure no one had seen her. Fixing her shirt, Vivian leaned back against the chair she sat in, happy that there weren't too many people in the library. The well stocked library was always a nice place to be in her opinion, the silence of it helping her to relax. That, and it gave her an excuse not to talk to other people.
Letting out a faint sigh, she sunk into the wooden chair, her eyes scanning over the black-typed words of the book, but none of the words really registered in her mind. After a few moments, Vivian finally released the book from her grip, the hardcover reading material landing onto the table with a laugh, hollow 'thump'. The book had lost her interest and she no longer felt the desire to continue her reading as she carelessly began flipping over the papery sheets of the book, wondering what else it was that she could do for the day.
