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Full Character Name: Victoire Anaís Itsabellé Bisclavret
Character Birthday & Age: 23rd of June, 1968 | 38 Years of Age
City & Country of Birth: Nantes, France
Blood Purity: Pureblood
Alma Mater: Beauxbatons
Job/Position: Headmistress of Beauxbatons

Wand: Victoire acquired her wand from a well-reputed artisan in Saint-Tropez, who was very much surprised at the results. Unusually, it was an ornate yew wand that chose Victoire, patterns of the ocean intricately carved into it's handle. With a Siren's vocal chord within, and thirteen inches in length, Victoire is incredibly proud of her wand and is accustomed to brandishing it at every given opportunity.


Physical Description: Tall and domineering at a grand six foot, Victoire carries herself with elegance and poise despite her masculine height, towering above many of her male colleagues and students. Unlike many of the lithe, slender figures of Beauxbatons, she is shapely, curvaceous and unashamed of her more womanly build. In an almost matronly fashion, Madame Bisclavret commands a certain sense of authority, and she often thanks her structure for this. Some people are born (or blighted) with head-turning entrances, and Victoire soon embraced her height rather than become another bashful, painfully awkward, clumsy ‘taller woman’.

Victoire, facially, is of notable look. Whilst not outwardly beautiful, there is something enchanting about unusual features that are enveloped by a mass of long, curly blonde hair. Her face is round, moon-shaped. Porcelain skin is shockingly pure (countless wizarding antidotes and products after a teenage bout with acne), and nobody could ever accuse Victoire of not taking good care of oneself. Blue eyes are narrow and wide, usually embraced by a thin lick of black makeup. Her nose is upturned and delicate, contrasted with bee-stung lips, always painted a bright red. Victoire is ultimately doll-like in appearance - but unnervingly so. There is something ghostly, or unnerving in her looks; there is no such thing as a gaze of peaceful tranquillity.

Although not typically French in appearance, her personal style would not be out of place in the chic salons of the Parisian elite. Billowing blouses are teamed with form-fitting pencil skirts, flouncy dresses, frills, bows, jewellery, the lot. Only the closest of the close have seen Victoire looking anything but exceptional. A stylista to the end.

Personality Description: In one word, dominant. Victoire likes to be the driving force in life: socially, emotionally, and mentally. The centre of attention as a child and an adult, Victoire thrives in situations involving many people, and loves nothing better than charming and entertaining all around her. At the usual dinner party environment, she's often seen at the centre of a close-knit laughing semi circle, telling some story from the good old days at Beauxbatons or a faux pas she witnessed at the Ministry. Victoire says and acts in a particular way; purposefully getting on the good side of people, but never letting them get too close.

Only a certain few get to know Victoire. She's all for putting on a show, but the close friends and family get to know her innermost thoughts and conflicts. Inside, Victoire is so eager to please and succeed that she is often driven to exhaustion. The Bisclavret name always needs upholding. She has something to prove, after all, that she's worth more than a pure accident of a well-publicized, highly dangerous affair, that she'll amount to more than any other woman in her patriarchal family. As such, she masquerades such insecurities with a smile that could take on the world, and an ambitious streak that is second to none.

Such delusions of grandeur have caused that streak to border on the realm of ruthlessness. Victoire lets little get in the way of her goals, and most things will be cut down to achieve such. Fiercely loyal of her own reputation, and the well-being of her students, Madame Bisclavret has little sympathy for those who wish to spoil the idylls of her beloved Beauxbatons. Protective and fiery, in every single way, Victoire may be the charmer but those who get on her bad side are often the recipients of intentional acts of malice. She’s all for helping those in need, or defence (born an outsider, Victoire understands how painful being ostracized can be), a kindness in her sometimes does appear. It is not unusual for her to give advice, personally confront bullies or demand explanations from the wrong-doers in life.

Protective and filled to the brim with pride, Victoire is undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. A life of hardship and inferiority has filled the woman with a certain drive that often outshines even the most diligent of workers.

History: It was a warm early summer's evening, and the Bisclavret family waited with baited breath. Joséphine, the middle child (and undoubtedly the most... problematic) was midway through a difficult labour. Even the best comforting spells and most magical of potions couldn't ease the pain, and the family home in Nantes was filled with pained screams and anxious whispers - yet concern was not simply limited to the childbirth.

Joséphine Bisclavret was known as something of a floozy. Her largely pointless marriage to Christiano Castillón, a pureblood Spaniard from a family of dragon tamers, had only remained intact to save face and avoid the rigmarole and rumours of a divorce. He had returned to Madrid several years prior to Victoire's birth, and was certainly not the father. No, Joséphine had a string of lovers, but kept interest in a man fifteen years her senior; Brutus Kellermaut, a well-known figure in the wizarding circles of Cologne - a handsome, charismatic man that, like Joséphine, had wandering eyes and an unquenchable thirst for all things forbidden. Brutus was different in Joséphine's eyes, however, and he became the only she ever lost her heart to. They continuously met at dinner parties, which consequently developed into very private dinner dates and weekends away in the far and exotic. Soon enough, the two became lovers, and soon enough, their affair was revealed. Kellermaut's wife was appalled, broadcasting her husband's infidelity and his mistress for European society through a very public (and very embarrassing) howler.

Brutus soon rejected Joséphine, trying to keep his tarnished reputation from absolute annihilation. Heartbroken and infuriated, she returned to the Bisclavret manor to a most displeased family and the constant glare of all they bumped shoulders with. To make matters worse, she was pregnant - and little Victoire was the product.

Joséphine loved her daughter in the only way she could, but still remained distant. Victoire enjoyed spending time with mother, but these exchanges were very limited: she soon learnt of Joséphine's love of travel, cocktails and parties on the French Riviera. A child was merely a hindrance to this lifestyle. As such, Victoire was largely raised by her grandparents, strict but loving souls that taught the little girl everything to know about etiquette, manners and fitting in with the lifestyle of unlimited wealth and opulence. With the knowledge from an early age that she was a bastard child, Victoire never allowed it to hold her back, or allow others to use it as an excuse to bully. Those who attempted to taunt the child were given a verbal ear-bashing that would make many faint-hearted adults tearful, and the sharp Bisclavret tongue was a family heirloom Victoire merely nurtured and honed.

Adults that frequented the Bisclavret household constantly complimented the child's good nature, manners, maturity and charm; Victoire would often greet such guests in the same manner as her grandparents, going to great lengths to impress and gain favour. It soon became apparent that Victoire had an uncanny ability to present herself in the correct light, and before long, the entire house (relatives and family) were on her side.

Victoire created a specific hierarchy in those who gained her infantile affections. Grandparents, first and foremost, followed by the infrequent visits of her mother, and lastly, the servants and groundkeepers of the house. Her father never came into it. After rejecting Joséphine, he cast aside any affiliation with his adulterous lifestyle - which included his illegitimate child. Juvenile curiosity caused a few questions, but Victoire came to accept that her paternal side were to be non-existent; instead, she forged her own family, with grandmama and grandpapa at the pinnacle.

As expected, Victoire was invited to attend Beauxbatons like all great Bisclavrets' before her. Nervously excited at the prospect of finally meeting peers her age, Victoire attempted to charm all those around her with smiles, compliments and  a rather slapdash sense of humour. Popularity rose in the first few months, but this reign was shortlived. Mehmet and Sabine Kellermaut, final year girls at Beauxbatons, soon heard of the Bisclavret girl. The same Kellermaut children that were spawned from Brutus. Victoire was a symbol of their father's imperfections and disloyalty, a reminder of a broken home and a spurned mother. Soon enough, Victoire received taunts and bullying to an incomparable level, but managed to suck it all up; this was Beauxbatons now, and the fewer that learnt of her parentage the better.

Victoire, understandably, retreated into her shell somewhat. Avoiding the Kellermaut girls became crucial, and, like her, they only victimised in private. Too many students knew of their father's wandering eyes (Merlin only knew how many notches on the bedpost he racked up at parent-teacher evening dinners), and the whole affair was kept quite under wraps. Events finally reached a climax when Victoire was viciously hexed through the wall of a toilet cubicle. And she saw red. The sort of red that is so vibrant, so violent that the bearer can see nothing but rage. Victoire, in her eleven year old fury, caused a visible scar on Sabine Kellermaut's neck with the pointing of a very angry wand. The bullying ceased from that day forwards, and Victoire began to understand the potential power she wielded.

Friend count increased once more, and Victoire became a star pupil in the fields of charms and etiquette; many presumed she'd go into events management, powdering rooms with all things pretty and petite. The girl, however, had far greater aspirations. Ambition was always the driving force behind everything she did; after all, the Bisclavret name needed some well-earned praise after her mother's poor display.

Where better to start than the French Ministry? Victoire adored the politically charged surroundings, shadowing a consultant in the Defences department. It was all so enticing - but incredibly ambitious. There were dozens of prettier, slimmer girls after the same assistant roles, with a strange power to attract all sorts of influential, wandering eyes. She was no longer in Beauxbatons: a good sense of humour and rapport with the usual suspects simply wasn’t enough. Her placement finished, and no job was offered. Sure, Victoire was a delight to work with, but that was all. Nothing stellar. Annoyed, frustrated and understandably upset, she vented to her grandfather who was all but happy to call in a few ‘IOUs’ in the Ministry. He had a very clever granddaughter, with very good grades and he’d be very grateful to anyone who gave her a foot in the door.

And so, Victoire was soon offered a job as assistant to the assistant’s assistant - to the Minister himself. It was incredibly overwhelming. The wages were shocking, and Victoire simply manned a desk metres outside his office, but every now and again, she caught a glimpse of the man himself. He was incredibly majestic in person, and Victoire’s ambition was refuelled once more - looking at how much power an individual could wield was simply awe-inspiring, and a secret infatuation soon occurred. Simply a very young woman hypnotised by a figure of supreme authority.

Her work continued for the next four years or so. Minimal pay rises were anchored by a lack of promotion, despite thousands of extra, unpaid hours, favours to departmental heads and being on the doorstep of the Minister himself. Her superior assistants did, however, warm to Victoire, and she was becoming a popular and friendly face on that particular floor. Paper work was filed, letters stamped, parcels delivered, appointments arranged - it was administration hell. It seemed that Victoire would be stuck in the same role for the rest of her life.

Or would it?

Her ruthless inclinations had been bubbling for quite some time, and she was toying with the idea of leaving the Ministry and opting for an academic assistance role in Beauxbatons or some other school; her talents were wasted in that office entry. Hell, she wasn’t even placed inside the office - dumped at the door like some docile, busty Cerberus. But all that changed. Victoire, like usual, was left the terrible chore of cleaning. Of course, a few charms and spells made light work, but it was still perpetually annoying being bottom of the pecking order. Shuffling about the absent Minister’s office, Victoire did her usual routine: desk, cabinets, shelves, carpet and then organising letters. But, something stopped her. An unwrapped scarlet envelope on the Minister’s table that had been magically sealed. The golden rule was never, ever invade the personal space of the governmental figurehead. It was a crime.

And Victoire soon realised why.

A list presented itself, a list that encompassed all those with pureblood sentimentalities - and that so happened to be most people at the top of French wizarding politics. Anti-muggleborn legislation under the guise of ‘security measures’ were included, and Victoire finally understood what it meant to wield power. The current Head of Beauxbatons, the Minister himself, countless politicians, even some Quidditch players - it was like they were all involved in some semi-purist collective in order to keep the French wizarding world as pure as possible without overstepping the boundaries.

She copied the document, cursing it against form of moderate destruction. It took months to concoct a plan, but the Bisclavret cogs started to churn. This could be her way forward, her way into another life above her lowly post. She deserved better, and her golden ticket was presented.

In what was to be her final year in the Ministry, Victoire presented herself - and the document, to the Minister himself. He was outraged, horrified that a nobody in the office could be of such damage. Of course, plans to ‘dispose’ of the cocky little wench could easily be put into motion, but Victoire assured them of the duplicate. It would be found, and it would be released if anything was to happen to her. It happened to be the most fortuitous event of Victoire’s professional life.

The devious little witch presented her findings to the Minister, who was outraged. Disgusted by her act of treachery, Victoire threatened to inform the media and quickly presented his options. If she was to be ‘eliminated’ so to speak, the truth would still present itself; if they provided her with a decent job in a field she was interested in with a rather lovely pay packet, things would go under the table. Victoire was pureblood (albeit tainted by illicit activities) - such political inclinations hardly affected her. Soon enough, those perpetrated by the list were all informed and involved, and although landing in hot water was inevitable, Victoire managed to keep her cool.

Finally, they managed to negotiate a role: the Charms professor at Beauxbatons. It was plausible enough. Her academic record was impeccable, she was well-known amongst the parents and students and Victoire was always set on a more scholarly style of life. There was a vacancy, and Victoire was soon installed as the new professor. Initially, Victoire was met with sporadic bouts of disbelief from colleague and pupil alike; she was young, and inexperienced, but Victoire soon managed to develop her own style of discipline. Those who didn’t like her classroom were quickly removed from it, and whilst still retaining her own sense of fabulousness, she hardened a little in order to please those around. Soon, her fortunes changed, and settling into Beauxbatons was easy. The headmaster wanted to keep her sweet, and as long as she remained in good employment, there would be no need to reveal the Ministry secrets.

Years went by with Victoire in the role, and she became something of an institution. Outlasting several of her peers, her pupils’ grades were outstanding and love of the job only increased; despite her ruthlessness, she showed a great deal of concern for her pupils. Life continued in this vein for quite some time.

The headmaster eventually resigned due to old age and ill health, and Victoire felt her own ambition reignite once more. A power vacuum emerged, and the older, more prestigious of her colleagues were quick to pounce on the academic throne. Many were surprised at Victoire’s entry into the running for the new head teacher, scoffing at her relatively youth. Despite building up a reputation at Beauxbatons, she still couldn’t compete with the ancient heavyweights, and she knew this.

So when better to bring in that little bout of blackmail once more?

Victoire contacted the perpetrated once more, demanding their backing in the school elections. They grew frustrated at her threats, but Victoire reassured them that she was unafraid to reveal their secrets, no matter how delayed it may be. It was true - whilst shaming herself would mean dishonour, Victoire had enough money to last her. Plus, they’d never let her really go to the media: they’d bow to every command.

And they did. The former headmaster, the Minister and countless other politicians backed Victoire, claiming she was ‘the breath of fresh air’ Beauxbatons needed. It was a landslide win. Taking the helm of headmistress, Victoire never looked back and has done a rather brilliant job so far. Unwavering in her role and unquestioned, the true reasons for her ascent to power is always in the back of her mind, and Victoire would do anything to keep everything under wraps.

Describe your job duties and how you go about them: Victoire is headmistress of Beauxbatons, and everything falls to her. Literally, everything. Curriculum, discipline, school policy, finances, recruitment, renovation, extensions, peer mediation - the whole shebang. With an eye for perfection, Victoire takes on the daily chores of Beauxbatons with great gusto, preferring to keep her hands in all the pies rather than delegate.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field: With several years of work as a teacher, Victoire was already well acquainted with the schooling environment. Gaining experience in handling the affairs of the classroom, her finesse for charming those of polite society left those around her with an image of positivity, despite the devious methods in which she gained the title of Headmistress. Unafraid of discipline and devoted to her students, Victoire has made it to the tope of her game - and is planning on staying there for quite some time.

Writing Sample: -

Sum up your character in one paragraph: Loyal, ambitious and ultimately fierce, Victoire is the ally everyone needs; fabulously charming and frighteningly domineering. The perfect best friend and the most terrifying worst enemy. She has a fondness for those that adhere to the rules, and those that show her own competitive streak, Victoire likes nothing more than victory. It doesn’t hurt to be cutthroat, right?