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[vivian]

VIVIAN sue WHITMAN



The sun goes down, the stars come out
And all that counts is here and now ~ Glad you Came - The Wanted

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Vivian Sue Whitman
Age: Fifteen
Birthday: September Fourteenth
Year: Fourth Year
Blood Type: A-
Orientation: Lesbian
Blood Status: Half-Blood

APPEARANCE

Play-By: Emma Roberts
Height: Five feet, eight inches
Weight: One-hundred and twenty-two pounds
Hair Colour: A light, chocolate brown that darkens a bit during winter.
Eye Colour: A dark hazel color
Skin Colour: A faint, warm olive color
Distinguishing Features: A circular burn on the outside of her right wrist where she had an unfortunate accident with an iron.
Dressing Style: She prefers darker colored clothes, usually staying with black or dark blues. She isn't too fond of showing her legs, so she most usually wears jeans even in the middle of summer. She also likes to wear a number of leather and rubber bracelets.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits: Withdrawn from strangers, over-protective of friends, defensive, smart-ass, sarcastic, caring, self-conscious, and a bit paranoid at times.
Likes: Swimming, drawing, being outside, looking and/or gathering bugs, her ferret, meat
Dislikes: Full moons, hurting others, lima beans, sour candies, cats, cold weather, fire
Strengths: Standing up for others, running, potions, giving advice to her friends
Weaknesses: Herbology, standing up for herself, her short-temper, lazy

MAGICAL WORLD

Wand Wood: Rowan
Wand Core: Manticore hair
Wand Length: thirteen and a half inches
Pet(s): Her black ferret, Shadown

BACKGROUND

Mother: Abigail Whitman
Father: Desmond Whitman
Sibling(s): Erik and Kaleb Whitman
Other Important Family:
History: 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.

It wasn't until she received her own Hogwarts letter that she became a bit more optimistic than she previously had been. She was still hesitant about going, though, afraid of what would happen there with her 'condition'. She was happy to find out that the school would help with handling her issue and the place soon became a second home, even though she was still a bit shy around people in fear that she'd hurt someone with her lupine curse.

MUGGLE WORLD

Alias: Vivian
RP Experience: Umm, about 5-6 years. Kinda lost track xP lol
RP Sample:

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.

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