Selwyn, Vesper

[Vesper Selwyn]

{ About The MEMBER }

NAME: Maria
AGE: 18
TIME ZONE: Greenwich, plus 2.
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: As much as I can.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: I can hardly remember. Affiliates?
WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: MSN.
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Diomedea Rosier, Sebastian Duvalle

{ About The CHARACTER }

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Vesper Selwyn
"Vesper"

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: Seventh
AGE: 17
DOB: September, 1960
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: 10 1’3 inches, scorpion poison, Cedar of Lebanon, unyielding
BROOM: She does not fly.
PET: A scorpion

APPEARANCE: Vesper has brown hair, that is silk, soft and shiny. Her eyes are a crystal green, with yellow pigments in the centre. It depends on the light; sometimes it looks blue, sometimes green, but it is mostly green. She is tall, and slender; with slim, long legs, and feminine curves, as any woman who respects herself should have. She is fond of jewellery and perfumes, and she wears both whenever she feels like it. She hardly wears much make-up, for she is naturally stunning. There is something very magnetic in her, probably the intensity of her eyes, especially when she focuses. She does not strut or swagger, but walks normally without oozing over-confidence. She is not crazy about clothes, and materials; she loves to read books, they are her only company.

FACE CLAIM: Regina Feokstikova

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Vesper has lived with a family of mediocre financial condition. She does not belong to the wealthy and prosperous wizarding families, and when she was a child her parents were poor. They were always at work, and though they tried to bring her up with values and virtues, she grew up lonely, taciturn and isolated. She spent time with good, close friends, but she always felt lonely nonetheless. Her arrogance reaches the limits of vanity; she holds a firm belief on the superiority of her soul and spirit. She has remarkable intelligence, often escorted, however, with a consummate presumptuous and egoistic attitude.

She is scared of death, and sometimes she is scared of people. There are times when she is not scared of anything, as her power of abstraction and simplicity enables her to see in a crystallised view that life is short and can end any time, that it will not matter. She struggles with herself about everything, and she struggles with people. She is unsocial, and easily angered with crowds, especially those who are too mentally indeficient for her, as she thinks. She has hatred and easy anger towards people that derives from nothing in particular; they just exist within her, perhaps due to a cumulative series of unpleasant experiences in the past, combined with her own lack of understanding sometimes, her short temper, and her unforgiving soul.

She is impatient, grasps things quickly, is quick-witted, most of the times acerbic, sarcastic, ironic, not particularly cold but distant. Deep down because of all those years’ loneliness she longs to establish a deep relationship with a person, to come close to them, but usually they misunderstand her, thinking she has ulterior motives. She does not easily approach people. She does not even feel close to her parents. They tried to make her a good person, but they did the wrong things. They told her how silly or indifferent-looking she was, whereas the opposite was true, thinking that they should not put her up in a pedestal. She was never spoiled with materials or love.

She can get depressed easily, and oftentimes she wants to be alone. Many times she hates human contact, and even a touch can disgust her. She believes there is something deeper in the Dark Arts, not the rubbish of power and immortality, or causing pain. She has unquenched hunger for the world, to control it, to guide it, not because she likes power, but because she firmly believes that her superiority cannot be challenged by anyone else, that she bears the light, that she is not blinded with the vanities of the world. She exercises control with her gradual penetration of the Dark Arts, and uses it only when each situation calls for it. She does not do unnecessary things, she thinks before she speaks, she waits before she acts, and judges always but voices it when she must. She is cautious, and guarding. She often does not show emotion, she cannot express herself easily, she never does what people advise her but exactly the opposite, for only she can know what is best for her. She ignores oftentimes, deliberately or not, she is stubborn and will persist to her own midset even if it leads to her destruction.

Her parents, strict conservatives, wanted to keep her away from the world, to protect her from all the evils, thus incarcerating her within the boundaries of the house, rarely allowing her to leave, never at night. Her father, though he loved her, always misunderstood her, her mother never understood her. The former thought she was a bent branch, and was determined to set her straight, even with physical means. They both frowned upon her strangeness, they wanted her to behave like all the other children, wanting to control her in every way, even her mindset, her beliefs, her thinking, and of course her activities, but they could never control her spirit, it was too superior for them to even begin to understand. She always knew she was special. She was traumatized, but she is determined to punish anyone who comes along her way, anyone who will try to make her experience again memories of the past, anyone too narrow-minded to accept her, anyone her glowing pride will refuse to adhere to. She is an atheist.

She is a natural leader with a strong personality. Seeing how she feels isolated and lonely in life, if not actively employed in some work or purpose, she becomes melancholy and despondent. She can be long-suffering, but if once roused, she knows no fear and does not even know when she meets defeat, or acknowledges it when she does. Though full of, she has sometimes to admit to a lazy streak and, given the opportunity, will take the easy way out, especially when a situation offers little fun or glory. She has an extremely independent spirit; she detests control or being dictated to. She has great tenacity of purpose and will power and if once she puts her mind on some plan, purpose or position, she usually reaches her goal in spite of every difficulty or obstacle. Inside her, when given the opportunity, she can be the heartforce of humanity, generous to a fault. Though she condemns vanities, at times she succumbs to them. She is magnetic.
BOGGART: Herself unwanted, and dead
PATRONUS: Hyena
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: To be remembered; to lead; to punish.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: -
BLOOD: Pure
BIRTHPLACE: Suffolk, England
MY FAMILY:

_Marcus Selwyn (53)
_Caroline Selwyn (47)

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Vesper is an only child and she has been brought up as such. She has not been spoiled, however, and that is probably due to the fact that they did not have the financial capacity to do so. She resents her parents, and resents any sort of commitment, though she will desire and crave for it when it is about a person who cares for her, and protects her from her fears, from her own thoughts. As said above, she was spiritually incarcerated, and so her childhood years were spent in isolation, distance and hatred. She hates people, but feels she can lead them, that she is capable of that. She does not hate everybody, however; that would be nonsensical of her, absurd, and immature. There are particular types of people she hates, and these types are many.

She received the letter from Hogwarts when she was eleven years old, but her parents showed neither pride nor happiness. This is because they took it for granted that she would attend the school, and that she would be sorted into a House different than Hufflepuff (which they considered the House of fools, immaturely). They were both sorted into Ravenclaw themselves. She hardly speaks to them at any rate, or of them. Indeed, should anyone start a conversation regarding her parents, she will be particularly tense, and sharp. Should it be about anyone else’s parents, she will be particualrly passionate and fierce with her opinions. She wants to be an executioner, not only of animals, but hopes of people too. In some countries this is legal, and intends to travel to those and satisfy her intentions. Apart from that, she intends to be something the world has not seen yet, the light to guide them, and, if they deny her, the darkness that will sweep them like hurricane and vanish them off the face of the earth.

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RP EXAMPLE:
It was all terribly amusing: the guitar, the befuddlement, Nyx staring at her, her lack of words, her hesitation, everything. Diomedea loved this strange sense of power, it gave another dimension to her manipulative nature, it even forbode another series of unpleasant heart-ripping sessions, that were sure to come. She did not want to xplain this to herself, or limit her actions to the least harmful way possible, for this was absurd even to think of: she simply would even acknowledge that these actions should not be forwarded, should not even have started, should not have as their ultimate goal to hurt Treassa. It was cruel, and dangerous playing with people’s emotions, and she was playing with that exactly. Diomedea did not want to utter a single word that had a particular meaning, but meant to manipulate with Treassa’s mind, and complicate her thoughts even more. The fact she was half-drunk made this so much easier.

Nyx Treassa was, indeed, a very pretty girl, and she was also something even better: she had interesting facial features. Very pleasant, soft, and warm; undaunting, it made you approach her easily. Her short brown, her bright eyes and thin lips, the oval-shaped head, the strong, powerful hands, were endearing, and sensual in a way that made her strange. Diomedea knew, naturally, her sexuality, and was playing with what she considered as her ‘weakness’; having a desire for females. Diomedea did not mind this, she did not care in the slightest, but she had no intention of exercising caution on playing with this sort of ‘weakness’, which hardly at all was a weakness, or perhaps only for people such as the Slytherin girl.

She saw and heard the bottle crush against Treassa’s hand; the shards fell on the floor, and those that stuck against her skin made dribbles of blood stain her hand; a very red and violent shade of blood. Diomedea adored it, admired it, and liked to watch it during its very slow and painful. Her fingers went downwards on their own journey, touching against Nyx’s body as they went lower, and suddenly met her hand; the stains of blood trickled down her own fingers, but she did not move. She kept staring at Nyx, and a cruel smile rose in her lips, as her eyes glinted with desire – to harm. Her bloody fingers caressed Nyx’s bloody fingers, softly, gently, tenderly, in slow circles, skin against skin, and it was a very strange contact; Nyx’s fingers were not very soft, but Diomedea liked it that way. They were feminine, however. Feminine with some manly quality on it, in the sense that they were slightly rough, and powerful.

Then, the Slytherin pushed herself downwards, moving lower and her soft, full lips, met Nyx’s fingers, as she kissed her hand, the violent red lipstick printed on the Gryffindor’s fingers, whose blood was in turn printed on the Slytherin’s lips. She closed her eyes, and kissed the fingers tenderly, her own hands caressing Nyx’s hands accordingly. The touch was interesting, but Diomedea was never distracted – she knew this served a particular purpose. During the kissing, she smiled in the corner of her lips with her eyes closed. When she opened them, she rose up, licked her lips, and met the younger girl face to face. She drew even closer, her fingers caressing the side of Nyx’s neck again, only this time they were blood-stained; she kissed her on the lips with cruel confidence, and daringly touched the tip of her tongue. She on purpose made a falling, sighing sound, designed to be the climax of Nyx’s loss of control. The contact of tongues, alive and slippery muscle, moist flesh on flesh, skin against skin, made that happen. Their heads rolled and turned against one another, and Diomedea continued caressing her softly in her neck in small circles. She tasted of lipstick, salt and blood.
ANSWER: Dobby, and Fred.
OTHER:

{ CODE OF CONDUCT }

I, MARIA, have read the rules of the site and accept to comply with them and their modifications. I understand that this is a mature site with mature matters. I understand that I must be open minded about it and will not complain, since it was stated in the rules I read. I will treat all members and staff alike and with respect. I understand that the staff has the power to delete and/or ban me for whatever reason they see fit.

[Alexandria Perret]

Okay, if you want her to be able to read into people's minds you need to describe how she learned that/ got that power. Also, how ever obvious it may seem, you do not get to choose the house so please take that out of the history.

[Vesper Selwyn]

I fixed it. I removed the special ability, it's insignificant for the plot.

[Lan Dawkins]

[Alexander Thomas]

[Alexandria Perret]