DOLOHOV, vesper astrea

[effie]

vesper astrea dolohov

THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE

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full name: vesper astrea dolohov
nicknames: none
birthday: february thirteenth
age: sixteen
house: slytherin
blood status: pure
face claim: darla baker

WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL

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likes:

• classical music
  
• theories
  
• the unknown
  
• new experiences
  
• illegal contraband
  
• parties
  
• sex
  
• spontaneity
  
• freedom
  
• intellectuals
  
• cigarettes
  
• her brother

dislikes:

• her father
  
• confinement
  
• routine
  
• authority
  
• orders
  
• lima beans
  
• peers
  
• that funky old people smell
  
• mind games
  
• small talk
  
• quidditch

strengths:

• calculates every possible outcome before making a decision
  
• cunning
  
• charming
  
• direct
  
• intuitive and can pick up on others' vibes and emotions

weaknesses:

• uncaring of others
  
• selfish
  
• pessimistic
  
• hardly speaks
  
• engagingly lost
  
• somewhat crass
  
• brutal
  
• emotionless

veritaserum:

• dying alone
  
• not being able to find someone she can truly connect with
  
• mind control
  
• never being truly free
  
• ending up like her father

dementor: her worst memory would have to be when her father had forced her into their basement and locked her inside for questioning the dark side when she was eight. she had always been secretly terrified of the dark and upon curling up in the corner, could swear she heard her mind slipping out of her grasp as voices took over. surprisingly, that was when she showed her first sign of magical powers and opened the door, freeing herself from the dark's clutches. she had never spoken about that night to anyone and she is secretly terrified she will be trapped in the same scenario again, only next time, she won't be able to escape.
patronus: her best memory would have to be when a year after her brother, she received her acceptance letter to hogwarts. she was never happiest than when she realized she'd be able to escape the confines of her house and join her siblings in such a magical place. her patronus takes the form of a lynx.
sexuality & relationship status: bisexual & single

I HEARD ONE ON YOU

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father: apollo dolohov, 43, death eater
mother: francesca gaunt dolohov, 41, deceased
siblings: _____ dolohov, twenty, hufflepuff alumni
_____ dolohov, seventeen, slytherin
others: n/a
overall history: Vesper was born to Apollo and Francesca Dolohov with less than open arms, making her childhood less nurturing and happy than others. Little did she know, she had been unplanned and she was the reason her mother was dead. Her mother had died giving birth to her and the fact that she was a female turned her father off from ever even wanting to communicate with her. He had been hoping for a boy and when she popped out, as female as could be, it was almost more than he could bear. For as long as she could remember, Vesper and her father had never gotten along, seeming as though they had gotten off on the wrong foot since her birth. Her brother was the apple of his eye, showing real sportsmanship. As was to be expected, Apollo shoved his beliefs down his childrens’ throats, not giving a shit what they thought about the matter. From day one, Vesper just couldn’t wrap the concept around her mind. She was unsure of what benefit held from being on the dark side. In her eyes, it seemed that as soon as you transferred all your loyalties to the dark side, you stripped yourself of all freedom you once had, leaving you a cowardly fool wandering the world, trying your best to please the dark lord or else your life would become caput. The entire existence sounded dismal to her and upon voicing these views at the mere age of eight, her father exploded, forcing her to spend the night in the basement. Her brother and sister, though they protested, had no way of getting past their father and his anger.

To this day, Vesper claims this is the night that changed everything. While curling herself into the corner, she could practically feel the darkness overwhelming her, grasping and tearing away at her soul with fingers as cold as ice. Her fear of the dark stems from this mere memory and whenever a nightmare presents itself, she can see her dad’s cold, empty eyes shining out at her, his teeth painted white, his unforgiving nature apparent in the form of his smile. Eventually, tired of being swallowed whole, something sparked inside of her. Even now, she can remember something breaking inside her, as if her soul had finally snapped. The door above the stairwell flung open, light finally breathing into the room, wrapping itself around her fragile frame. Racing out of the basement, she didn’t care of the consequences and jumped into her bed, the sheets far over her head as her mind raced over the contents of the night. She swears this is when her cold nature sunk in, hence her reason for being sorted into Slytherin, while her sister had been sorted into Hufflepuff. Luckily, she had been sorted into Slytherin alongside her brother. Her and her sister didn't talk much and the fact that she had been sorted into Hufflepuff four years prior didn't help either.

As each day passed, she grew more frustrated and pissed at how mundane and predictable the Slytherin lot were. All they cared about was their money, their clothes and whatever slut they had banged that night. All they wanted to do was strike fear in the hearts of passersby, which was always followed by a guffaw from the crowd they happened to be parading about in. Since she was young, Vesper’s thoughts had always been elsewhere; on the universe, the stars, planets, you name it. It was during these times that she missed seeing her brother as much for he was the only one who could really put up with her crazy theories, which were mainly, if you have to put it so bluntly, “muggle.” Though she was Pureblood, Vesper had always been fascinated by the Muggles and their perceptions on their world. One that particularly stood out to her was Albert Einstein, who was apparently the genius of his generation, placing him far above anyone in her mind. She had always been fascinated by the unexplained, which is probably why she wanted to end up working in the Ministry as an Unspeakable. Another Muggle habit she had was smoking, though none of her family knew she smoked, except her brother. She could give a rat's ass what anyone here thought so she doesn't bother hiding it anymore.

Eventually, however, the dark side called to her and she knew that no matter how hard she tried, she would follow in her father's footsteps. It just seemed so easy and killing was in her genes after all. Her hatred for people was more than enough reason for her to want to end their miserable lives. They were all just so pathetic, only caring about their daily activities. It was sickening and she vowed to end it. Being as secretive as she was, it was easy to keep her alliances unknown from everyone, including her family. Though, it was to be expected for she was a Slytherin as well as a Dolohov. If anybody found out her true colours, she doubted they'd be surprised. Her dismissive and cold nature was hint enough that she wouldn't be transferring to the light side anytime soon.

YOUR GOING TO WISH

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name/alias: effie
gender: female
age: twenty
contact: pm
how you found us: break your heart
other characters: n/a
experience: over seven years, i think. idk a really long time
role play sample:

A sigh emitted from her lips as Deja turned over in her bed. Her eyes fluttered open as sunlight struck her green irises, a frown forming at the edges of her lips. How she hated the sun and the brightness that came with it, hence why she was in Slytherin most likely. The dungeons suited her more than she thought any other place in the castle could and though she wasn’t a vampire, she was well on her way to becoming one with the habits she had formed among her days in this spacious place. She avoided sunlight as often as she could, the paleness of her skin a great indicator of that, her studies were mainly in the confides of the castle since she had weaseled her way out of having classes outside for she hated Quidditch and the only time she was really forced to wander outside in the daylight was on her way to Herbology, but even then, she could find secret passageways in the castle walls to get her there all the same. A smirk painted itself across her face as she broke herself out of her reverie and swung her legs to the opposite side of the bed, stretching her limbs out, which were a bit sore from the partying she had endured last night. The party was probably a great source of interest and talk among the Slytherins this morning for Deja always threw the best parties, especially since she had connects in getting the best illegal contraband.

As she reluctantly pulled herself away from the confines of her warm bed, her feet touched the cold floor and a shiver passed itself up her spine. She cursed herself for forgetting her pair of black and green slippers at home and resorted to later writing a letter to her mother to send them to her by owl, though she wasn’t sure if her mum would abide by her request since they weren’t exactly on the greatest of speaking terms. She shrugged to herself, not really seeing it as a loss since she wouldn’t need to wear the slippers that much anyway, and let her feet lead her to the full length mirror that stood against the opposite wall, disengaging the flaws of her appearance. Her lack of caring propelled her to put on her normal amount of eyeliner as well as change into her Slytherin robes before grabbing her school bag, which also held her cigarettes, lighter, etc. This was mainly another reason why some Slytherins preferred to stay away from her. Besides lack of pureblood status, she still had some Muggle habits at hand, her smoking as well as what she brought along with her to parties. Fortunately, she could give a rat’s ass what the rest of her house thought of her and she chuckled at the thought, her mind always a source of entertainment.

Her eyes met those of the clock residing on her bedside table which read that her free period was almost up and she hitched her bag onto her shoulder more firmly before making her way out of her dorm. Her footsteps were light as she proceeded down the stairs and at reaching the common room, she noticed that some Slytherins were still passed out drunk from last night’s festivities and she smirked, shaking her head in amusement. Oh how her peers amused her sometimes. Ignoring the obvious looks of disdain from her fellow dorm mates, she ‘accidentally’ bumped into them, causing the girls to both drop the books they were holding. She laughed as their screams echoed behind her, yelling all obscenities in the book as if they thought it was going to hurt her. A customary roll of the eyes followed and as she rounded the corner, she noticed a herd of students coming from the direction of the Potions classroom. Normally, any other Slytherin would start attacking anybody who wasn’t in the same house as them as well as a Pureblood, but Deja was different from them. She couldn’t care less about what house you were in or what status your blood was, course this didn’t automatically mean that she liked them. It was hard for her to actually find people she connected with, especially among her own peer group. Just as she was about to let her mind wander, a figure bumped into Deja, hard enough that they fell to the ground, only able to save themselves from stretching their arms out.

In a matter of seconds, the redhead was already scattering to gather their books and Deja watched on in amusement. It didn’t take long for her to realize who it was that had bumped into her and a smirk cracked at the edges of her lips at the apology that followed. "You should watch where you’re going next time, love,” Deja stated, a hint of softness overwhelming her voice, “You might run into a Slytherin who actually has the urge to hurt you.” She stretched her hand out in an offering to help Grace up, glad no one was in the corridor to witness this event. Though she professed a lack of caring when it came to her peers, the last thing she needed was another thing they could make fun of her for, which in this case, was her relationship with a Hufflepuff girl, and one two years younger than her at that. It seemed the Hufflepuff hadn’t witnessed her act of help and so she withdrew her hand and placed her arm above the Hufflepuff instead, blocking her way in a less than menacing manner. "Where are you off to in such a hurry, sweetness?" She purred, her question lingering in the air as her green eyes charted the redhead’s every move. She wasn’t sure what it was about Grace, maybe it was her innocence, or the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous, but there was just something about her that drew her to Deja and made the Slytherin act nice as well as speak up more than she normally would. She knew she would never be able to explain it to herself and gave up trying. All that mattered was the here and now, as is what they discussed long ago when coming up with their terms of endearment.

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[TILLY BANG!]

accepted
WELCOME TO SLYTHERIN