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Wand: 7 ¾ inches, Hawthorn wood, Dragon heartstring

Physical Description: Victoria stands at a slender five foot, five inches; she has seductive brown eyes when she’s hiding the fact that she is a werewolf. If she wasn’t hiding the fact, anyone could see that they are a dark goldish brown color, almost like a cat. She has long brown hair that she occasionally highlights when she feels like she needs a change. She has soft, pale skin that tans easily in the summer months.

Along with an attractive, curvaceous figure; a pass with light mascara will leave her with sweeping eyelashes, easy to bat at any good-looking guy that catches her eye. Born with plain, straight hair and a highly modest wardrobe; Victoria has since changed her image since becoming a werewolf. Instead of leaving her mousy-brown hair alone, she highlighted it to death and took a curling iron to it, giving it volume and texture. Her wardrobe went from mary-jane’s and turtlenecks to a tad bit outrageous overnight, she has since calmed the storm of miniskirts and low-necked tops, but that hasn’t stopped her from dressing with the sole purpose of making people look twice.

She has a not-so-secret love of the Victorian Era, and honestly, with the world she lives in, it’s not so hard to get caught up in it. Steampunk-fashioned corsets are a staple, and layered dresses (only going to about knee length) are common. But make no mistake, you wouldn’t take her for a socialite or an adorable little princess; her style has an edgy attitude and it makes a statement. You don’t even have to look twice to know that this girl means business.

Personality Description: Victoria is a spunky, sexy girl with a criminal past. She doesn’t necessary like letting people get close to her; dealing with relationships like a middle school dance, no closer than an arm’s length away. She has tried before to have loyal friends, but most of them have ended up ditching her once they got too close to her perfectly dark little soul.

She knows how to hold a grudge, and can easily be found plotting revenge if necessary. While she calls herself creative, others call her dark and twisted. But Victoria doesn’t see the harm in causing bad things to happen to others, she was raised that way by her father. He ran a strict household; for a while things were tolerable when Victoria’s mother was still alive, but the moment it was just Victoria and her father, things got really dangerous, really fast. He was a werewolf as well, so Victoria adopted his nature; and later on, the lycanthropy gene.

History: Victoria Scarlett Andrews was born on a particularly chilly November evening in the home of Christine and Keith Andrews. Her typical baby blues were icy; and they gradually shifted until they honed out around her normal brown tone. She was born with quite a bit of hair, enough that whenever she needed a bath, her mother would also have to comb her hair back. Christine was conservative, a regular church attendee whose free-spirit had been beaten into submission by her controlling, werewolf husband; Keith. Both of Victoria’s parents were Scottish natives who spoke with a heavily diluted accent, her father more so than her mother.

Keith, although considered a criminal, was not suspected of anything. He may have hunted in woods that were frequented by hikers and campers, and he rarely ran into them; but the local Muggle police never tied the attacks to him. The figured there was a large bear or wolf in the area that prowled at night. The innocent, unknowing Muggle's never suspected something as outrageous as a werewolf!

For the first four years of her life; Victoria was drilled each and every day by her father. What did her father do for a living? He was a priest who traveled from congregation to congregation around Europe. Now this lie was far from true, but it was Keith’s cover. He even had a clerical collar to wear in public when he went out. Keith made it his sole job to instill discipline and respect into his daughter; especially after doctors informed Christine that she wouldn’t be having any more children. And this was what Keith expected, until Victoria met her baby sister when she was four.

Keith was outraged that Christine had been pregnant, but the storm had calmed when she tried to reassure him that it would be a boy. But little baby Andrews was not a boy, but a calm and smiling baby girl. She was born two days before the full moon, a time when Keith’s temper ran high and his ability to make decisions ran low. He ordered Christine to get rid of the child; and so Christine gathered her things and went to get rid of her.

Victoria went with her mother, and Christine explained to her daughter how the baby was blessed, like Moses. And that was why she was giving her away, with instructions to put the baby in a basket and float her down a river. They traveled for two days to meet Christine’s brother, who took the baby and did as Christine asked. This, my friends, is how the woman who is now known as Julie Lafevre was given away by her parents.

When they returned home, Keith was preparing for the full moon; a sealed jar of Wolfsbane on the counter for before he left to roam the woods of Scotland. There was no safe house, nothing protecting him from civilization, or any weary travelers who would cross his path. The Wolfsbane gave him his mind, but it didn’t take away his desire to hunt and kill anyone and anything that he met.

Victoria had been sent to take a nap in her tiny room when she heard a crash, the sound of shattering glass and a low moan of agony. She pulled the covers of her bed tight around her, hoping that she was just having a nightmare. What she didn’t know, was that her parents were fighting, and in one furious attempt to make his wife shut up, Keith murdered Christine. Victoria’s father came into her room shortly after, Wolfsbane in hand; and said he would return home in the morning.

Later on, he had decided raising Victoria the normal, muggle way Christine had wanted was an awful idea; Keith was a wizard and a werewolf, and his daughter would be just the same.

They lived this way, still living in the same house that Christine had been killed in. But Victoria thought that Mommy had just fallen, and that Dad had done everything to help her. That’s what she had been told, and that was what she, and the rest of Kippen, believed.

Keith had been pleased when his daughter exhibited signs of being a witch, and Victoria loved that her Dad was proud of her. Everything she did, no matter how evil it was, was for her father. She learned to hunt, was proficient with a bow and arrow, and she knew how to cook the game that her father brought home. For him, rare and bloody, and for her, well done so that she didn’t catch a bug.

When she received her Hogwarts letter, Keith was hesitant at first to send his little girl off, but he did. The only reason he sent her was because it was one of Christine's last wishes, for her daughter to be well-educated. And also, Keith thought is best for him, as a single father, to send his daughter off to a place where she could make friends and receive a traditional wizard schooling.

 Because Keith was still under the radar and everyone believed he was still a priest; no one suspected him of anything as he enrolled his daughter in school. He helped her pack her bags and let her go, the little bird leaving the nest for the very first time. A few years past, and trouble was stirring in the Wizarding world. At the first sign of said trouble, he began to argue with his now-teenage daughter about her attending Hogwarts. She snapped right back, protesting that she could handle whatever was thrown at her just fine.

Her fifth year came and went and the sixth year started, the Dark Lord with his dangerous grip on the school. Victoria was convinced that she would be fine; but her fellow Gryffindor’s doubted her loyalty, at least the ones who actually knew who she was. But time wore on, and Victoria found it best that she fade into the woodwork as Voldemort reached the height of his power. You could ask most of her classmates, and they would look at you with a confused expression as if to say, Victoria who?

On May 2nd, the battle of Hogwarts took place, and Victoria was evacuated accidentally. She had been trying to get into the fight, but a professor had shoved her in with a group of Slytherins under mandatory evacuation. Instead of following orders given to her in Hogsmeade, she’d run into her father who had split off from the werewolves fighting for Voldemort. Thankfully it wasn’t a full moon, but his blood was running hot as he stole her away and brought her back home to their small town in Scotland.

He never said anything to her about the battle, only let himself sulk when the side he had been gunning for had lost. On the next full moon, he told Victoria that they needed to go for a walk. Victoria had been ignorant enough to be able to not fully grasp what night it was, and how dangerous this could be.

They walked far into the woods, Keith holding a bow; so Victoria assumed that he was going to show her another way to hunt like they typically did on nights like this. But then Keith told her to wait, and came back, not entirely human. And so he finished what he had started years ago, his mission for his daughter to be a witch and a werewolf was complete.

For a few uneventful years, they lived almost like gypsies, bouncing from town to town; until Keith brought up his second daughter one night. Victoria, who had only been four when Julie was given away, took to the story with great interest. Apparently Keith had kept tabs on the little girl when she was little, until Julie had relocated to London and he hadn’t found her since. Victoria, now twenty-five, decided it was really time to leave the nest.

She had spent almost nine years of her life hunting, living like a criminal and helping her father with his job. Sometimes, the only thing a criminal needed was a pretty face to keep his clients from realizing what he really was. Victoria had fit the bill perfectly, and had even made a nice amount of money as she started to work as a criminal herself; smuggling illegal goods, delivering threats and other things that her clients couldn’t do themselves.

With the experience and her inheritance in hand, Victoria left her father once and for all, on the hunt for her younger, lost sister, Julie. Half a year went by before Victoria caught wind of a brunette who had similar eyes, the same cheeky grin. Only she was successful, rich, in love; and it seemed like the only thing now in Victoria’s way was Mark Hunter. Get past him, and she would finally reach her sister.

But after spending a few years in London, Victoria made friends, enemies, and she had more well-paying clients. She liked making the proper-raised boys watch as she walked by; she liked making people stop and look again at the oddity wandering the streets. Of course, this was when she stuck around in Diagon Alley and the surrounding parts long enough. She wasn’t as odd in Knockturn, where she found people like her. Currently, she’s living in a small flat in Diagon Alley as she’s trying to build her clientele base and get on board with a few of the ne’er-do-wells of London.

RP Sample including dialogue, reactions and descriptions of surroundings: *see other characters!*
   
Provide a short summary of your character: Victoria is a werewolf with a spunky attitude and a Criminal heart. She’s in London for the sole purpose of finding her long-lost sister, but has found that she fits here more than she ever fit anywhere else. She might stick around for a while, who knows?