Faceclaim Loreto Perelata

Name Elise Gabrielle Laurent
Status Wizard born
School Beauxbatons
Year Second

Appearance Elise was what you would call pretty. Or, perhaps, positively gorgeous. And she knew it. Her hair cascaded past her shoulders in silky, golden waves and she had natural lighter blonde highlights. Her hair is her pride and glory - Elise combs it the typical one hundred strokes every morning and evening. Don't forget the afternoon brushing as well. Elise's hair is silky smooth, and normally what people stare at first when they pass her by on the streets, or catch a glimpse of her anywhere.

Elise has features like those of a porcelain doll's - they look slightly young for her age, yet still compliment her entire shining appearance. Her fair skin is practically flawless; in fact, the girl works incredibly hard to keep it like that. Her mouth is normally in the typical neutral position, or frowning with distaste and her eyes can pretty much convey all her emotion, which is usually negative. Sadly, her pretty face is ruined by the glares she gives people on an almost daily basis. Elise is rather tall and thin for her age, but she calls it 'willowy' and 'slender', as does everyone who meets her. Similar to Scarlett, the girl uses more than attractive words to describe her appearance. Slender sounds so much better than thin.

Personality It was a great shame really, that such a lovely face had to be wasted on such a selfish girl. Why can't the kind, caring people ever get the good looks? Because, yes, indeed, Elise Gabrielle Laurent was incredibly selfish. Greedy, manipulative and ruthless might also describe her rather well. She was completely unaware of this, as most people are rather blind to their flaws.

Elise isn't completely without hope however - she still has a few redeeming qualities. Even though she is willing to step on others to achieve her own goals, Elise doesn't usually cross 'the hard lines'. When her actions start hurting people in an irredeemable way, she stops. Elise is also quite a charismatic (and cunning) girl by nature and unknowingly manipulates people into doing what she wants - perhaps this is why she grew up so spoilt. Elise does defend her friends, even though there are not many of them. Her methods of defence isn't exactly peaceful, however.

Overall Elise is a cunning and charismatic girl with a knack for manipulating people. She is ruthless and rather cold, but knows when to stop and will stop.

History

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Estelle Chevrolet and Marius Laurent were childhood friends. The two lived in Paris, nicknamed the city of love. Perhaps that title would prove to be true, soon enough. Estelle was from a wealthy and incredibly noble pure-blood family, and her relatives would fit all your expectations of a house like that - strict and determined to keep the blood line pure, to the point of obsession. Marius was named after Marius from the famous movie, musical and book Les Miserables, which his completely Muggle parents were fond of. Marius was a Muggle as well, and the friendship between him and Estelle was frowned upon by the latter's family.

Estelle and Marius were friends all throughout primary school in France, sticking up and fiercely defending the other. However, Marius did not know Estelle's secret - she was a witch. Estelle kept this hidden from her dearest friend, worried he would hate her for it. It all went well for a while. Marius never asked questions about Estelle's strange absences or incidents where she seemed to be something not...normal. But one day, before Estelle could tell Marius, she was swept off to Beauxbatons on a carriage pulled by Abraxan horses at age eleven, forced by her Grandmother. Or, from that day on, known as 'THE Grandmother'.

Beauxbatons was beautiful. But Estelle was already miserable - and at such a young age as well. Marius started to attend a French secondary school, wondering where Estelle had gone. He became distrusting as a result of Estelle 'abandoning' him. He became cold.

Eventually, Estelle decided to rebel against The Grandmother's wishes and send an owl to Marius. She told him to write back and give it to the owl. The girl waited in hope. Marius received the letter, hesitated one moment and crumpled it up, throwing it in the bin. And when two weeks went by without a reply, Estelle gave up and numbly worked her way through the course work. Her friends at Beauxbatons were alright. Yet no one could replace Marius.

Once Estelle finished her education and Marius finished his, the two met again on fateful day at a bakery. The re-union was somewhat bitter, but the two made up within weeks and had their first kiss on a viewing platform of the Eiffel Tower. Estelle shared the fact that she was a witch and she had to leave because of her family wanting her to attend Beauxbatons, and Marius accepted it. The two had a private beach wedding on the 17th of July, 2007.

Elise was born soon after, and it was evident the girl lacked her mother's compassion and love for romantic things. Her father's darker, colder side was what Elise inheirited, much to some people's despair. After the birth of Elise, it looked like Estelle and Marius's relationship was falling apart. No one knows what happened to prompt this, but the pair began to act more cold to each other, snapping more often. Young Elise had no idea this was going on and continued her happy life of tormenting other children in primary school. Eventually, only 7 years after their marriage, the pair divorced.

Estelle was left to raise a child single-handedly, and her magic helped. She managed to get a wizarding day job in France and dropped Elise at an reluctant babysitter every time she had to work late to make ends meet. At eight years old, Elise had a temper tantrum at school, promptly setting the curtains on fire in the classroom and the fire brigade running. A few windows shattered as well - this was all magic. Elise never even touched the curtains or windows.

Now eagerly awaiting Beauxbatons, Elise hurried through the rest of her childhood as Estelle grew older and more stressed. Eventually, mother and daughter Apparated (and Side-Apparated) to Cannes, where Elise was picked up by the Abraxan horses and carted off to the magical palace.

The girl's first-year was mostly spent building her reputation of being the school's 'Mean Girl'. She tormented everyone - students and teachers alike. She flooded the corridor. She hexed people. Fun times. Of course, she had a few friends that stuck by her for a while, but it was usually a come-and-go thing. Elise didn't care.

Okay, maybe she did.

The girl was lonely, but continued doing what she did. Elise became a Broom Racer in October last year.

Is your character a Broom Racer? Yes
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats | Stamina | 7 | Evasion | 8 | Strength | 4 | Wisdom | 8 | Arcane Power | 6 | Accuracy | 7 |

Abilities

Lovely Creature

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Elise Gabrielle Laurent really did have a rather fair face. Everything about her simply just worked together, including her stereotypical blonde locks paired with her stereotypical blue eyes. Her hair wasn't just hair - it was tresses of gold, with naturally lighter blonde highlights woven in, flowing down her back and almost reaching her waist, stopping at around the point that one might call 'medium'. It was soft to touch - almost silky and was absolutely and undeniably perfect. Her eyes - they were orbs, and in them, you could see oceans, endless waves of bright blue that seemed to intrigue you, puzzle you, draw you in. Her skin was flawless and a milky white - no pimple or imperfection in sight. The girl's features looked like those of a porcelain doll's - incredibly fragile and young, like they might break apart at any moment. When average people look at Elise, look at her characteristics, they feel an inexplicable need to protect this beautiful child. And even though it makes her look rather young for her age, Elise makes it work, everything about her fitting together like the most perfect of jigsaw puzzles. Elise is willowy and slender, with an hourglass figure and slim and nimble fingers.

The girl first realised her beauty quite early in life - Elise was an observant child. She saw people who would stare at her randomly in the street. She noticed others always complimenting her, about her eyes or her hair or her outfit that day. Elise liked this. She soaked up the attention and revelled in it. Once she was deemed barely old enough, Elise began to flaunt her natural good looks even more. She dressed up in fashionable clothes - lace, fishnet stockings, chiffon...they all blended together in a separate complex design each day, as the girl stood in front of her mirror and arranged her outfit.

Elise's beauty was expected - her father, Marius, had broken many hearts in his time at school, with his roguish style, tousled brown hair and mischievous hazel eyes - all combined for a devilishly good look. Her mother, Estelle, had also been quite the stunner, looking almost exactly like Elise in her prime time at Beauxbatons.

Elise knows she is beautiful and she shows it. She dresses up. She breaks hearts. Perhaps not a perfect role-model for someone so pretty, perhaps not the most modest...but at the end of the day, you couldn't deny that Elise truly was a lovely creature.

WC 410

Terrible Presence

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Elise - she was lovely. She was charming. She was charismatic. She was beautiful, gorgeous and many other things that was essentially just adding on to the list of adjectives that described her loveliness. Undeniably pretty and perfect on the outside. Elise was attractive and naturally good-looking and terrible.

Terrible?

Many would be confused at this sort of aura, radiating off her, one that exuded danger and a terrible, terrible feeling no one could just quite place. Horrifying might even be the word to describe it. And this 'aura' was strong. You could almost feel it as a solid form, her very being, her very soul emitting waves of darkness and despair. Normal people tried to ignore this feeling when they saw her, interacted with her, helped her. They concentrated on her positives (which did not include a lot of things) and focused on her dazzling smile, her intense gaze and her flawless hair. They had an urge to help her, and urge to ignore the strange presence they felt. It hadn't been like this last year.

Last year, all was well for the young and beautiful blonde. She tormented people, but for her own enjoyment. She relished breaking all of rules and climbing to the top of Beauxbatons social ladder. Nothing prompted this - simply her own snarky, devious and rather mean nature. The point was, she did all of what she did for fun.

However, in the summer of her first-year, everything changed.

The girl was rather young for all this. As Elise travelled home happily, feeling fairly content and accomplished - as well as proud for finishing the year at Beauxbatons - tragedy shook the Chevrolet-Laurent household. Estelle Chevrolet was growing older, yes, but a death would not be expected at only thirty seven years of age. Elise had already prepared for a passing, of course. Elise was the sort of girl who liked to prepare, map out, plan and anticipate everything. When her mother, or father died, she knew that by law, she would inherit their money. Being the cold-hearted girl she was, Elise didn't really mind if her relatives died off. More money for her future. And anyway, her parents didn't take spectacularly good care of her. She hadn't seen her father in a while and her mother was distant these days.

What happened was Estelle and her sister, Elise's aunt, got into a heated argument in the year. Her sister turned on Estelle, for reasons unknown. The shouting match blossomed into a fight. Apparently, Marius showed up in the middle of the duel, for once deciding to visit his wife and make a few amends while their cold daughter wasn't home. He entered right in the middle of the fight between the sisters, rushing in stupidly to try and stop it. After that...it was all a blur. The duel ended up with all three adults dead.

After that, Elise filled out papers and moved to an orphanage. She was never the same. Everyone in the orphanage knew about 'that terrifying, pretty' girl on the third floor. No couple wanted to foster her. And the girl came back to Beauxbatons, a changed person. She no longed fought or bullied. She was quiet. Yet, the quiet seemed to be a dangerous sort of quiet. The quiet which made you feel on edge, one that sent shivers up your spine. It seemed like a thick, suffocating aura surrounded Elise at all times, one that repelled even the strongest of teachers. No one knew what this presence was.

They just knew it was terrible.

WC 595

Approved
Ability -- Lovely Creature -- Terrible Presence (Approved)
Stats -- total is 40 (Approved)
Bio, Personality, Appearance (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)

Additonal IC information for Elise:
Elise knew how it felt for people to judge her and see her as anything else than normal. The recent uproars concerning hybrids and their rights to belong proved that some folk in the wizarding world were not ready to ask themselves that question. Where was Elise going to end up? With the wizards who cast aside anything that was different than them? Or with the discriminated "others"?

Maximilien de Fostoncy
[font=Times New Romans]Beauxbatons | Second Year | Pureblood | Human[/font]

Name: Maximilien René Jacques Pascal Vincent Louis de Fostoncy
School: Beauxbatons
Year: Second
Age: Twelve
Gender: Male
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Residence: Lyon, France

Appearance: [Faceclaim: David Mazouz]
From any aspects, Maximilien was a good looking boy. His eyes were of dark grey color like his mother, and were calm and intelligent. Sometimes his eyes were even shown as black in the darkness. His dark brown hair was almost black, and was actually curly, but somehow his father managed to comb them smoothly that seemed his hair was straight. When he was young, you could identify the curls clearly, but in his teens, it was much more difficult. He stood at 156cm, which was of average, and weighed 40kg. The boy was of athletic built, since his father had always wanted him to be the part of one of the teams in Beauxbatons. Fair, he was, just like everyone else in his family. Always dressed in dark colored clothes, he had successfully inherited both of his parents’ advantages in their looks. Like what Vincent de Fostoncy, his father, had proudly said, “Nobody looks awful in our family, but my son is especially handsome among all of them.”

Personality:
Growing up lacking family affections from his father and grandfather, Maximilien was generally quiet. Shy, he was a little bit, and would not be opening his heart to someone he did not know well immediately. He was taught to do more than say, and the boy carried it out well. He would always be the one doing things quietly for everyone, and left the whole scene first. Kind, intelligent and loyal, this helped to build the boy up. Though always not saying much, Maximilien was proud inside, and was extremely stubborn. He would always be sticking to a thing or a belief that he was approved of, and possibly would not change his mind. He was much more mature and serious than his peers, and would analyze the situation carefully. However overall he was really good-natured, and would love to help someone in order to make everybody feel comfortable. The boy was really well-mannered, and most people liked him. Maximilien was a deep thinker as well, and was always down in his own thoughts, no matter he’s alone or not.

History:
Centuries ago, when it was the time of King Henri IV, a family in Lyon rose secretly. They owned a huge wine estate, and therefore, became wealthy and reputable by selling wines. Everyone wanted to get to know them, but all failed. No matter who they were, they were never invited to the wine estate. Little did they know, this family was a wizard family —— a pureblood one also —— the de Fostoncy.

The de Fostoncy family was proud of themselves. They had an extremely good reputation among wizards. They owned the huge wine estate for centuries, and every year they received a great amount of money from it.

They were against the muggles. Muggleborns and half-bloods were really not a choice for the de Fostoncy family, French origin, and pureblood, that were things that they valued most.

Maximilien came to the earth on a serene and beautiful night of March 10th. His full name was pretty long——Maximilien René Jacques Pascal Vincent Louis de Fostoncy. His grandfather, Louis de Fostoncy was Karen Fostoncy’s^[1] elder brother, and was the only heir in the family at that time. He, and his wife gave birth to Vincent de Fostoncy, and passed down the blood to the next generation successfully. Vincent married Mélanie Janvaque, and Maximilien was born——the only child, and the only heir.

Maximilien was taught to call his grandfather “Monsieur le Comte” (though he was never a count, nor even a lord)^[2] and his father “Monsieur le Chevalier” rather than “grandfather” and “father”. His mother, on the other hand, was forced to be called “Madame” though she did not like it. She hoped her son could be with her for a longer time, but that’s nearly impossible in the family. Women to them were not important at all. All their duties were to give birth to a heir and show off at fancy balls.

When someone first laid their eyes on Maximilien, they would say that he resembled his mother. With messy dark brown hair and dark grey eyes, he was more like a member of the Janvaque family. However his body built and face were somehow like his grandfather, and the boy was handsome. Almost exceedingly.

The family established a full set of rules for the young boy. He had to get up at seven o’clock in the morning, had breakfast in twenty minutes, then began his course of the day. Usually it was about spells, charms and potions, but his father would be glad to teach him some hexes and jinxes sometimes too. Maximilien never liked the dark arts, but if his father taught him, he could not refuse. Only, the boy might be secretly not taken the course fully in his heart. In the afternoon his tasks were to learn the pureblood etiquettes and physic training. Monsieur le Chevalier had always wanted his son to be part of the teams in Beauxbatons. In the evening, he mostly did some free reading. Though it was called “free”, muggle novels that his second cousins loved were strictly forbidden. Only when Enjolras and Combeferre paid him a visit, he could secretly get access to the fantastic muggle novels.

Monsieur le Chevalier seldom talked to his son except the essentials. Madame wanted to speak with Maximilien, but she wasn’t allowed. She was afraid of her husband and father-in-law, honestly. Monsieur le Comte basically paid no attention to this grandson except at grand activities. To him, Maximilien was not a boy——but an item to show off to relatives and friends.

As a result, the boy grew up in a place that extremely lack family affections. Though the de Fostoncy wine estate was extremely large and comfortable to live in, Maximilien was not really happy. His merriest memories in his childhood were when Enjolras, Edmund, Combeferre, and Lindsey, his great aunt’s grandchildren paid him a visit. In all four, since Edmund and Lindsey were English, he met them less than the other two. He admired them. Almost envied them. He was living like a machine rather than a normal child.

Maximilien was quiet, and do more than say. He was an extremely honest child, and very loyal. People always liked him——he could easily be the teacher’s pet, however his personality made him generally quiet and humble. Showing off was really not the boy’s cup of tea. Cautious and well-mannered, he was just exactly a bragging item used by his father and grandfather.

When the boy was five, he experienced his first magic. Monsieur le Comte decided that it was time for his grandson to attend some fancy balls, though he knew that Maximilien did not like large social events. He cried hard and was really angry for not wanting to go, but was forced by his grandfather. However, when his mother tried to put on the fancy clothes for him, something strange happened——although all the outfits were made according to his height and weight, they were just too big. They tried several times, but every time the outfit became ill fitting. Finally the adults realized that it was because their heir’s magic had surfaced. They gave up, and the boy was not taken to large balls until he was six.


Footnotes:
[1] Karen was Lindsey’s grandmother, and was the younger sister of Louis de Fostoncy, the current count and Maximilien’s grandfather. This made Lindsey, her brother Edmund, her cousins Enjolras and Combeferre second cousins of Maximilien.
[2] Louis de Fostoncy had no titles, but he wanted one and made himself to be called as “count”. This “title” would not be passed down to others or inherited by Vincent and Maximilien in the family.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? Yes

Stats:
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 8

Abilities:

First Year: Lovely Creature (WC 405)

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At the time Maximilien was born, he was considered handsome. It was not really a surprise, though, since his parents were all extremely good looking. Mélanie Janvaque was one of the most gorgeous girls in class in her school days, and Vincent de Fostoncy was secretly had a crush on by many students. Honestly speaking, no one in the family wasn’t good looking——from Louis to Maximilien.

Successfully inherited his mother’s eye color and hair color, the boy was fairly good looking. He had good the straight nose of the de Fostoncy family, and thin, pink lips. His eyelashes were long, and were of brown color. His mother regarded him as a doll when he was sleeping. Actually, even if the boy’s awake, he was like a gorgeous statue.

When walking on the streets in Lyon, Maximilien was looked attentively by many strangers. They stopped when he and his father passed by, and pointed at them secretly. Sometimes the boy’s ears would catch a few words like “handsome” “good looking” “lovely”. He was young at that time, and did not really take these things seriously. However his father was glad. Glad that someone had praised his son.

Attending fancy balls played a large part in the family. Louis de Fostoncy, the current count, especially loved these kinds of activities. Taking the beautiful Madame de Fostoncy, the handsome Chevalier de Fostoncy, and the young de Fostoncy heir was just extremely agreeable, since whenever and wherever the family of four showed up, they would earn applause and praises. People admired the wealthy family, but especially, envied their beauty. They dragged the young heir near them, and examined him carefully, hoping to point some flaws on his face out. However, they failed. Maximilien was too lovely to find out a flaw. If you had to point something out, you might say that he’s a bit chubby——but he was still a good looking child. The old ladies especially loved this pretty boy. They talked with him for hours, even if the boy got bored.

By the time he was eleven, Maximilien had became even more handsome. He had mostly grew his chubby cheeks out, became taller, athletic built, and was always dressed in elegant dark colored clothes. The boy was still admired and envied by many others, and the future count of the de Fostoncy family was highly estimated.

Without a doubt, Maximilien de Fostoncy was always a lovely creature.

Second Year: Perfectionist (WC 424)

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Growing up, Maximilien had always been a perfectionist. Being stubborn, he wanted everything to be the best——which he would not regret afterwards.

From the age of four, his grandfather forced him to stay inside the house and study spells and potions for the whole morning. His father was his mentor——and to his surprise, Maximilien did everything extremely well. One day Monsieur le Chevalier taught him a difficult potion, and within hours, Maximilien could revise the recipe correctly. Vincent was surprised. But what he did not know is, after he had gave the book to the young Maximilien and left, the boy copied the recipe for seven times. It was really long, but he still did it.

Upon the time he was accepted into Beauxbatons, Maximilien was hard working student. He loved Charms and Potions, as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts. Most of his classmates had seen this boy working alone late at night in his dormitory, and many of them had seen him practicing spells in an empty classroom. The library was nearly Maximilien’s second home——he did not have many friends, so he visited there a lot during weekends.

The boy wanted everything to be perfect. He studied hard, did physical exercises everyday, and kept a healthy diet. He was proud and stubborn, so it helped him to be perfect. Day by day, he continued to study in the library and his dorm. And as a result, he improved day by day.

He received seven Os in his examination. His grandfather and father was really glad, but they still lacked knowledge of how hard Maximilien had worked. Most things were perfect——and that’s exactly what Maximilien wanted to see. He was overjoyed to see his academic results, and the boy decided that he would even study harder afterwards. He wanted himself to be the best, though he had never spoken it out loud.

When it’s the summer before his second year, Maximilien spent tons of time reading in the library in the de Fodtoncy Estate. While his grandfather was busy showing off at friends’ houses, his father busy running the wine estate, and his mother busy visiting her own maiden family, Maximilien read, and learnt. He had briefly met his cousins for two days, and all they saw was the boy was reading whenever and wherever. Maximilien loved it, and decided to do everything well.

His knowledge of spells and potions were extending every moment. It’s no surprise that he had already became a perfectionist——because, Maximilien de Fostoncy was just born as one.

EDIT: Removed everything regarding the inheritance of titles. Although his grandfather is still called a count in the family, it’s not a real one (aka I’m too lazy to edit so many mentions of “Monsieur le Comte”) Hope this is okay, thanks for your hard work!

Approved
Ability -- Lovely Creature -- Perfectionist (Approved)
Stats -- total is 40 (Approved)
Bio, Personality, Appearance (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)

Just waiting to hear from a discussion regarding the question if students are allowed to inherit titles such as count. Will get back on that as soon as I receive a clear answer.

Update: You cannot gain titles of nobility per the discussion we had in staff regarding the viability of both a pureblood and a noble title. Sept. 27

Maximilien de Fostoncy
beauxbatons | second year | pureblood | human

“If I cannot reach the stars high above ...... then I’ll fish them out of the lake.”

all changes are bolded for ease of moderation

—no.1 STATS UPDATE (+1 to wisdom)

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old: sta 7 | eva 8 | str 2 | wis 8 | arc power 7 | acc 8 | 40 total
new: sta 7 | eva 8 | str 2 | wis 9 | arc power 7 | acc 8 | 41 total | quidditch win

—no.2 BASICS UPDATE (updates age + switches the order of two names)

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name: Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy
school: Beauxbatons
year: second
age: thirteen
gender: male
blood status: pureblood
species: human
residence: Lyon, France

—no.3 PERSONALITY UPDATE (more detailed + digs deeper)

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Growing up lacking family affections from his father and grandfather, Maximilien was generally quiet. Shy, he was a little bit, and would not be opening his heart to someone he did not know well immediately. He was taught to do more than say, and the boy carried it out well. He would always be the one doing things quietly for everyone, and left the whole scene first. Kind, intelligent and loyal, this helped to build the boy up. Passionate towards most people, he was, and especially to ladies. Though always not saying much, Maximilien was proud inside, and was extremely stubborn. He would always be sticking to a thing or a belief that he was approved of, and possibly would not change his mind. He had his own set of rules to measure the world, and anything off limits was strictly forbidden in his book.

Maximilien, on the outside, looked much more mature and serious than his peers, and seemed a person that would analyze the situation carefully. However, don’t be deceived. Deep in his heart he was a child, longing for freedom and carefreeness. He was imaginative, and full of romantic air. Daydreaming played a huge part in the boy’s life, under his mature, unmoved and uptight skin. Maximilien was a deep thinker, and seemed always down in his own thoughts, no matter he’s alone or not. He lacked family affections, that was true, but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t create a secret world of his own that he would enjoy out of nowhere.

Overall he was really good-natured, and would love to help someone in order to make everybody feel comfortable. The boy was well-mannered as well, and most people liked him. He was taught to be polite, and Maxi followed his grandfather and father’s instructions strictly. He was Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy - he bore the de Fostoncy name on his young shoulders. He knew that least thing he wished to do was to upset his family, especially his mother. Maybe that was the reason why he hadn’t been bored of his dull life - to him, after all, blood was thicker than water.

—no.4 HISTORY UPDATE (added details about the parents)

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part 1. before the night of march 10th, 2008
Centuries ago, when it was the time of King Henri IV, a family in Lyon rose secretly. They owned a huge wine estate, and therefore, became wealthy and reputable by selling wines. Everyone wanted to get to know them, but all failed. No matter who they were, they were never invited to the wine estate. Little did they know, this family was a wizard family — a pureblood one also — the de Fostoncy. The de Fostoncy family was proud of themselves. They had an extremely good reputation among wizards. They owned the huge wine estate for centuries, and every year they received a great amount of money from it.

They were against the muggles. Muggleborns and half-bloods were really not a choice for the de Fostoncy family. French origin, and pureblood, that were things that they valued most. They were exceedingly proud of themselves, especially the “de” in the family last name - “It shows history.” said Louis de Fostoncy, the current head of this honorable family. Chaos started when his sister Karen decided to marry Herbert Springhall, an Englishman. Although the despised Mister Springhall was a pureblood from a good family, his English ethnicity was not favored in the Château de Fostoncy. If it wasn’t Louis, there was a high chance that the marriage wouldn’t be successful - and therefore, their beloved heir Maximilien wouldn’t meet his future rose of his life. It was even more chaotic when Karen decided to remove the “de” in her last name - this time even Louis became mad at his favorite sister. Everything went back to normal after Karen left for London (still she removed the “de” and became Karen Fostoncy), though, and Louis had to settle down himself.

Like any other heirs of noble families, he married with his arranged wife, a beautiful young lady from another notable pureblood family in France. Not much was known of her, as this lady, the young Madame de Fostoncy back in those days, was the least person that Louis wished to mention - he loved her deeply, and he couldn’t afford the loss of her. She passed away when giving birth to their only son Vincent, whom she named after her own father. Vince, as what she had always called yonder tenderly when she was alive and pregnant, grew up motherless.

Vincent’s life was just like his father’s. Accepted into Beauxbatons, graduated as a straight O student, got married with a woman that he had never met properly before eighteen - he went on the same path as Louis’s. Only, he was all alone, without a tender mother or a loving sister. And as a result, he became a solitary and unsociable person. His gorgeous wife, Mélanie Janvaque, was adored by many people at that time, and Vincent was regarded as extremely lucky. They were a loving couple to others, with wealth and youth - really, how could you ask for more?

Only Mélanie herself knew how unhappy she was. Vincent had formed a careless personality, self entered and not caring for anyone else. She had hardly smiled after marrying into the de Fostoncy family. The life was dull, and Louis was extremely strict to his daughter in law. “Take care of Madame.” Everybody said so. Mélanie, the wavy haired woman knew that she did not need to be taken care of like a little baby - she just needed some time alone. Some time that she could express herself freely. She had given up her long loved drawing career, as well as music - she was quite a good singer in her youth. But, really, a painter or a musician? No, the young Madame de Fostoncy was not expected to become either of these two. Instead, she was expected to bring a heir to the family.

And, to everyone’s delight, she did.

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part 2. after the night of march 10th 2008
Maximilien came to life on a serene and beautiful night of March 10th. His full name was pretty long — Maximilien René Pascal Jacques Vincent Louis de Fostoncy. His birth was fairly welcomed by the pureblood society in France, as it meant that the noble house of de Fostoncy had successfully passed the blood down to the next generation.

The new boy’s name achieved the usual standards of the family - apart from the family name, six names in total. Maximilien, meant “the greatest”, as the heir of this honorable family should always be the best. René, meant “reborn”, in hope that the boy would bring new achievements like his ancestors did. Pascal, meant “Easter child”, since Mélanie had always had a strong belief that her son would be born sometime near the Easter holidays. Jacques, meant “he who supplants” - associated with victory. Vincent, his father’s name. And finally, Louis, his grandfather’s.

It was a tradition to keep the heir’s last two middle names are the same as his father and grandfather’s first name - and that’s how young Maximilien had Vincent and Louis in his names. In his family he was strictly called “Maximilien” and only “Maximilien”, however he would introduce himself to peers as “Maxi”. Though don’t try to call him “Max”. The boy would get annoyed surely, as he disliked the masculine sound. It didn’t fit his rather skinny figure, he knew it.

Maximilien was taught to call his grandfather “Monsieur le Comte”, a title Louis gave to himself (which was obviously cool and honorable in his mind) and his father “Monsieur le Chevalier” rather than “grandfather” and “father”. His mother, on the other hand, was forced to be called “Madame” though she did not like it. She hoped her son could be with her for a longer time, but that’s nearly impossible in the family. Women to them were not important at all. All their duties were to give birth to a heir and show off at fancy balls.

When someone first laid their eyes on Maximilien, they would say that he resembled his mother. With messy dark brown hair and dark grey eyes instead of the de Fostoncy family’s curly golden brown hair, he was more like a member of the Janvaque family. However his body built and face were somehow like his grandfather, and the boy was handsome. Almost exceedingly.

The family established a full set of rules for the young boy. He had to get up at seven o’clock in the morning, had breakfast in twenty minutes, then began his course of the day. Usually it was about spells, charms and potions, but his father would be glad to teach him some hexes and jinxes sometimes too. Maximilien never liked the dark arts, but if his father taught him, he could not refuse. Only, the boy might be secretly not taken the course fully in his heart. In the afternoon his tasks were to learn the pureblood etiquettes and physic training. Monsieur le Chevalier had always wanted his son to be part of the teams in Beauxbatons. In the evening, he mostly did some free reading. Though it was called “free”, muggle novels that his second cousins loved were strictly forbidden. Only when Enjolras and Combeferre paid him a visit, he could secretly get access to the fantastic muggle novels.

Monsieur le Chevalier seldom talked to his son except the essentials. Madame wanted to speak with Maximilien, but she wasn’t allowed. She was afraid of her husband and father-in-law, honestly. Monsieur le Comte basically paid no attention to this grandson except at grand activities. To him, Maximilien was not a boy — but an item to show off to relatives and friends.

As a result, the boy grew up in a place that extremely lack family affections. Though the de Fostoncy wine estate was extremely large and comfortable to live in, Maximilien was not really happy. His merriest memories in his childhood were when Enjolras, Edmund, Combeferre, and Lindsey, his great aunt’s grandchildren paid him a visit. In all four, since Edmund and Lindsey were English, he met them less than the other two. He admired them. Almost envied them. He was living like a machine rather than a normal child.

Maximilien was quiet, and do more than say. He was an extremely honest child, and very loyal. People always liked him — he could easily be the teacher’s pet, however his personality made him generally quiet and humble. Showing off was really not the boy’s cup of tea. Cautious and well-mannered, he was just exactly a bragging item used by his father and grandfather.

When the boy was five, he experienced his first magic. Monsieur le Comte decided that it was time for his grandson to attend some fancy balls, though he knew that Maximilien did not like large social events. He cried hard and was really angry for not wanting to go, but was forced by his grandfather. However, when his mother tried to put on the fancy clothes for him, something strange happened — although all the outfits were made according to his height and weight, they were just too big. They tried several times, but every time the outfit became ill fitting. Finally the adults realized that it was because their heir’s magic had surfaced. They gave up, and the boy was not taken to large balls until he was six.

EDIT: noticed that there’s an unfinished paragraph (the “behind the names” one) and have edited to finish it up and decided to switch the order of two middle names (“Pascal” and “Jacques”).

Name: Beelzebub Leloup
Status: Muggleborn
School: Beauxbatons
Year: Third year

Appearance: Due to lots of heavy lifting in his later childhood, he has formed rather muscular arms and broad shoulders. rather tall for his age. He has heterochromia, which gives him two different eye colours. His right eye is a dark shade of blue and his left is dark brown. Short slightly curly, wavey brown hair accentuates his rather pale complexion. In the back of his neck, he has a small X-like scar that he got due to falling over and hitting the edge of a table.
Faceclaim : Henry Cavill (young ofcourse...)

Personality: Beelzebub is a flirt with a cheerful smile. But behind that, there lies a certain slyness. He's humble about the way he looks yet he's aware that he's goodlooking. He's not really great at making friends which makes him come off as weird or awkward. He doesn't like to talk much. Instead, he focuses on music. With him, he usually carries an acoustic guitar. One of the things that girls usually swoon by. Musicians are h o t.

History: Beelzebub isn't actually French. He's Belgian. Born in the capital, Brussels, from his loving and hardworking Muggle parents. She, a beautiful redhead, Elisabeth Rosendaal. His father, a dark haired stunner with chocolate coloured eyes, Lucifer Leloup.

They both were ordinairy but exceptional in skill. Elisabeth was rather shy about her looks. Not sure when others were making fun of her, or when they were serious. It made her quite humble and thanks to her red hair, a colourful wallflower. Not only in her looks was she beautiful, but the way she could bake was something that couldn't go unnoticed aswell. Her parents were dedicated workfolk that kept their bakery running day and night and as she grew older, the tasks became heavier and the hours she spent in the kitchen multiplied. Elisabeth was exhausted every morning but she soon became a pro. As the months passed, she swore an oath to herself: 'I'm not going to do this for the rest of my life...But while I'm at it... I'll give it my best.' Elisabeth was a hard worker and kept to herself. Between the éclairs and cream puffs, she didn't have eyes for anything else but the money that was rolling in so she could someday move out and try something new.

Beelzebubs father, Lucifer, was an odd one out. He was pretty goodlooking except his social skills were rusty as can be. He wasn't great with his hands as he had a job as an accountant from a local company that sold vacuumcleaners. Collecting receipts and putting them in files to then calculate taxes... A boring way to earn money but he was good at it. Numbers were his ... well... thing. While others had trouble with math, Lucifer had a feeling for them. A sense of judgement. They were his safe haven. However, such a brain needed to take a break every so often. And where else would be a better place to do so than at a local bakery with a repuation of having the most finest of products in the entire neighbourhood. Dressed in a business suit he met his future wife, Elisabeth. Enchanted by her talent for creating delicous sweet bliss, he soon started to fall for her.

The redhead was hesitant at first, intimidated by Lucifers good looks. They masked his awkwardness for a while. To her, he seemed cold and as far as she could tell, he didn't actually want to be there, eating her desserts. But then, when he thanked her and complimented her for her sevrice she noticed that they weren't that different. That he was actually a warm person. She then too, fell in love with him.

They soon got married as things went pretty fast back then. Elisabeth and Lucifer both left their former workplaces and set up a bakery together. She did the social part and the baking. He did the money counting and calculating their taxes. He became their own personal accountant. Together, they got a son, Beelzebub. Lucifers family had a knack for strange mythological names and with Elisabeths permission, and enthusiasm for new things, their first and only son came to carry the name Beelzebub. Beel for short.
During his youngest childhood years, he helped out his mother in the shop and attending customers. Of course, only until he had more muscle, he could only carefully carry orders over and back. His mother added a cafeteria to the shop and so clients could do their groceryshopping, but then drink a cup of coffee, early in the morning, to slowely awaken.
At the age of 10, his mother called him over, asking him to bring a bag of flower from the back of their establishment. As she was so busy, she had forgotten that their last bag was placed on a shelve somewhere just out of Beels reach. Beel didn't take any chances and pulled up a chair to gently pluck it with his rather strong arms for a child his age. The chair he used wasn't particularry steady and Beel knew. He sensed it in his legs as his feet slightly wobbled. His gaze dropped down but that was a wrong move. Losing his balance, he fell to the hard floor. Yet... the pain never came. As he had his eyes pinched closed, he felt as if he was floating, slowely drifting closer to the tiled floor. His mother heard the wooden stool hitting the ground, the wobbly culprit, dropped out of its hinges. Panicked and confused by her child being perfectly fine, she knew that something extraordinairy had happened infront of her eyes. Her son was more than just a bakerboy. A drop that high would've definitely given him a serious injury and yet.. he survived.

The months after the incident, the Leloup family continued their usual routine and the strange incident was briefly forgotten... Until a beautiful letter flew into their mailbox, adressed to Beelzebub. Puzzled Beel opened the letter, together with his parents, letting their eyes read and read again. It didn't make much sense to them. Was this a prank? His father chuckled and nearly tossed the stationery away, calling it rubbish but soon a Professor came to introduce them to the wonderful world of magic and wizardy. A place they had never heard of before. Only in fairytales they'd speak of things like these. However, they were convinced, after a very long time of conversing during coffee break. Their lovely son was special and he was set for more great things than they could ever dare imagine.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No.
Is your character a Duelist? No.

Stats:
Stamina: 10
Evasion: 4
Strength:15
Wisdom: 4
ArcPower:2
Accuracy: 10

Abilities: To be accepted they must be written out fully.

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Born from two good looking parents, it's quite obvious why Beel is so attractive. He doesn't have his mothers lovely red hair but he does have her charming smile. It's so genuine and bright. When he started to finally grow his own personality, his mother noticed how he could naturally make her day. One day she was having a rough time. Elizabeth couldn't put her finger on what exactly was ruining her day. Maybe it was the dough that felt different in her hands. Maybe it was something Lucifer said earlier that day before he went to sit behind his desk. Her mood was ruined. Handling the croissants in a rougher way than her usual gentle lady touch, Beel knew something was up. His mother was cheerful by nature, even though she was rather shy. Offering her a helping hand, her blue eyes locked with his for a brief moment. Beelzebub made a funny remark, something about the croissants looking like flexing, pale crabs. And ofcourse he had to perform what he was talking about, to her.
Arching his arms infront of him, balling his fists, putting on a serious frown... It made his mother burtst out in laughter. The coldness that once overcame her immediately melted away by her sons cheerful personality. For a while she had been afraid that Beel would turn out to be like her father. Socially awkward and an inward personality. But seeing him flouritsh. Seeing Beelzebubs playful side, gave her hope for the future.
The following years he became more confident about who he was. The young mothers who came for a drink with their daughters were quickly intrigued by the young boy. His humble yet bright smile, combined with his rather athletic build would even make the oldest heart skip a beat. The younger girls would, or, stare for too long, or they turned their head away, turning red as they did.
His father was worried that their son wouldn't have an interesting childhood next to kneading dough and an once-in-a-while-spicy-dad-and-son-math moment. Beel sadly didn't have the same numberbrain his dad had. Lucifer eventually had peace with it. Even though his son wasn't great at nubmers, he did seem to have a knack for music. Setting him up to do acoustic guitar lessons, Beel soon found a new way to express himself. Through song and sound.
After practicing for weeks, he finally started to get the hang of it and even combined it by his rather warm, sweet voice. The clients that came back every week always looked forward to Beels small performances. It was good for him, good for them and especially good for becoming a more popular establishment.

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Growing up in a family which lives of profits of bread and sugarry sweets, Beel grew up to be quite a strong lad. To carry around bags of flour and to help out in general behind the scenes of the bakery, he was quite handy. Not only his arms but also his legs had turned into quite a muscular set of limbs. As said before, his shoulders had gotten more broad and wide due to the daily heavy lifting.
Even small things that turned into routines like sliding bread in the oh so hot oven had given his muscles quite a work out. Beel wasn't born strong. He soon came to realise that being strong would increase his workload and lessen that of his mother. Father was kinda muscular but he would never be as muscular and broad like his own son. Not that Lucifer minded. He was glad to see that Beelzebub found pleasure in working in the bakery.
Just like Lucifer helped out with guitarlessons, he also decided to give the young lad his own small work out bench. Nothing too big. Just a few heavy weights and a punching bag. Beel was flattered and glad that his father supported him. After getting some pats on the back, he happily got to work and slowely gaining more muscle. This had caused him to grow broad yet surprisingly, his arms didn't grow really fat. He turned into an atheltic build lad which was perfectly balanced. No way would he ever look like the freakishly bodytypes of bodybuilders. They changed their bodies for different reasons than Beels. As you can't skip leg day, Beel had saved enough money for his own bicycle. Even if he did help out alot in the bakery, he also had to go to Muggle school. The fastest way was by bike. Brussels has quite some steep hills and mounting those requires quite some wellformed calves. After a month or two, his legs had gotten used to riding up and down the chaotic city structure. Nearly no longer breaking a sweat he could move around with ease. Going up and down to a local grocery store was no problem.
When he got in Beauxbatons, he made use of his muscular advantage to save those that don't have a voice of their own. Beel wasn't the best at making friends, but he didn't like bullies. That too became sort of a big deal for him. He didn't see himself as better than others just because he was strong. But he would use it against those that did think like that. Not only working out helped out to keep your strentgh. A balanced meal made a big difference as well. The young muggleborn didn't like anything with too much sugar in it. Ironic. Maybe his childhood behind the counter of his family bakery had left a sugarry impression on him.

The Martial Artist - Words : 459

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The streets of Brussels weren't the safest. Especially not by night. It happened that Beel had to pass by certain streets to get somewhere. Later in his life, the bakery he worked in had started a delivery service. And who made the deliveries? That's right. Beelzebub did. It was no problem to him. Everyday to school he liked to try different routes, figuring out which route would be the shortest. Sometime he just liked to explore since the world inside the bakery had become too small for him. He was curious by nature because of this. His hometown had a reputation of having certain gangs roaming the streets during the evening and mostly at night. These gangs weren't necesarrily out to hurt any random strangers but if you happened to run into them at the wrong time, things could get spicy.
One time, Beel was riding back home, taking a scenic route. The moon was out and due to lingering clouds in the sky, it was still hot out. One of the gangs was roaming a small alley, an alley that Beelzebub wanted to take home. Yet he got pulled from his bike. The young lad was strong and could throw a few members from his body, yet he had no idea how to tackle them. He had no strategy. And because of that, they could land a few punches on him. Grabbing a nearby heavy barrel, Beel tosses it at the thugs and ran. Black and blue he arrived home. His parents were worried sick and begged him to no longer do deliveries in the evening. Beel chuckled and waved their worries away. Why would he back away from this? He knew what he needed to fix. He had weapons but he didn't know how to use them.
After some heavy discussions with his mom and dad, especially his mom, they agreed that he could start fighting lessons. It could never hurt, right? Beel had guaranteed them that he'd only use it to defend himself, but he did ask his tutor some good techniques to strike the enemy back. The teacher appreciated his enthusiasm and after hearing Beelzebubs motivations to fight, he couldn't be happier to help him out. But just like his mother, the tutor pressed him on the fact to only use the attack-techniques when he got cornered. Other times he could only use ways to defend himself. It took quite some time to perfect his technique. His big arms were hard to control. Fighting wasn't just kicking in the air or breaking someones nose. It needed finess and patience. When he finally managed to succeed, the gangs in the streets knew one fellah they didn't wanted to screw with. The Iron Tank called Beelzebub Leloup.

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Ability -- Charmer -- Obnoxiously Strong -- Martial Artist (Approved)
Stats -- total is 45 (Approved)
Bio, Personality, Appearance (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)

Being the child of muggles, perhaps Beel did not feel as appreciated as some of the other kids considering the larger amount of the student body being descendants of pureblood lines. Maybe this allowed him to sympathise a little better with the various "hybrid outcasts" of wizarding society that were considered less than their pureblood counterparts. Or perhaps he had something to prove, how he did belong with the purebloods and gave little regard to the weak at the bottom of society. It was up to him to decide.

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Note as of 21st May 2021 by Hjørdis: For some reason, this was approved back in Sept but not added to her original iNPC application (on page 1). I have now added it straight into her iNPC application, in her encyclopedia and will soft delete this post.

NAME | Amaury Aldéric Émilien Favreau
STATUS | Pureblood
SCHOOL | Beauxbatons
YEAR | Fourth
APPEARANCE |
Standing at 5’6” (167 cm), Amaury tends to tower over his peers, a stature well-suited to his condescending personality. His height and general lack of muscle add to his gangly appearance, although he covers it well with tailored, luxury attire and holds himself with an intimidating air of righteousness. His meticulously styled hair is a dark brown that complements his eyes and is swept up to reveal a rather pale but clear complexion. His full lips and defined jaw often hold a scowl, though occasionally present a rare, dazzling smile that may look perhaps more unnerving than comforting. A thin, faint scar runs along the inside of his right arm, an unfortunate reminder of a curse gone wrong.

fc: adrien sahores

PERSONALITY |
“Opposites attract” is not a phrase that could be applied to Amaury. The boy, while not unfriendly, surrounds himself with a very small circle of acquaintances who tend to reflect his own personality: the purebloods, the duellists, the snobs. But perhaps less obvious in his choice of associations is his fierce loyalty. He feels a strong sense of connection to his family, prioritizing blood over all else, often ready to make sacrifices for the people he grew up admiring and even, perhaps, loving. Very few people outside of his kin and a select few professors have had the dignity of earning Amaury's loyalty and respect. To those unworthy of Amaury's attention, he is nothing short of a prick: insulting, stuck-up, insufferable in his arrogance, although one would never be able to tell by his mannerisms in public, as he presents a cool, calm, and charming exterior to the public eye.

HISTORY |
Well into the day of February 8, 2006, Sylviane Favreau was born in a small village in the mountains of northern France. Thirteen minutes later, a boy appeared, to be christened Amaury Aldéric Émilien Favreau. Although he was blissfully unaware of his future, Amaury had been born to one Lucille Alélie Favreau (née Beaufort) and her husband, Aldéric-- and consequently inherited the authority of the two most powerful Pureblood families known to France. The Beauforts and Favreaus had long been nearly the only proper, well-known Pureblood families in the area of Neufchâteau; as such, the union of Aldéric and Lucille came of no surprise to the community. The two bloodlines had been intertwined long prior to the marriage of Amaury’s parents due to their honorable blood status, and they now welcomed each other with open arms.

The Favreau manner soon became filled with Amaury, Sylviane, and their two siblings, Nicolette and Remy. Yet, despite a house full of young children, Aldéric and Lucille ran a tight ship. There was to be no rowdiness or rebellion, although not for a lack of trying on Amaury’s part. The boy’s younger years were rife with attempts at mischief, from sneaking out at night with his twin to pranking his younger brother. Any insubordination, however, was quickly snuffed, instead replaced by the oft-repeated lecture of behavior reflecting their status. And their status, of course, was no less than wizarding royalty. The four children grew close amongst the firm parenting and precarious household, though none closer that Amaury and Sylvie.

And while the twins were undoubtedly close, the two were also rather competitive. The Favreaus were winners, of course, even amongst themselves. So when Sylvie, age six, magically combusted her textbook in a fit of rage, Amaury was dismayed. Surely Sylvie would gain the respect of their parents, more so than he ever could-- after all, she was the one showing magic. So, seething from this loss, Amaury spent the rest of the lesson fuming-- rather like Sylvie’s book. Though he faked paying attention, the majority of his focus was spent on staring Sylvie down, though the girl likely didn’t notice. The lesson was drawing to a close when, abruptly, Sylvie’s hair turned a bright chartreuse-- inadvertently at the hands of Amaury. It was rather sensical that the twins would have shown traces of magic on the same day, the family thought.

From a young age, the children were taught proper table manners, party etiquette, and more-- everything necessary for the heirs of a wealthy bloodline to uphold their proper facade. They were expected to act in a manner demanded by their prestige. When not learning social cues or politics, the Favreaus firmly believed in the academic education of their children, maintaining that knowledge was the path to success. The children were strictly educated daily through a host of private tutors. Prior to their years at Beauxbatons, they were taught basic maths, as well as French, English and smatterings of other languages, including a bit Latin and even basic LSF.

At Beauxbatons, Amaury received the same knowledge as many other students. Shortly after Amaury’s induction into the prestigious wizarding school, though, he took a particular liking to spells and jinxing. He much preferred the dignified form magical combat to traditional fisticuffs, and quickly picked up the art of duelling, often studying charms and hexes on his own time rather than completing his assignments. This led to quite a bit of heat from his parents, but of course, he was never one to let someone stand in his way, however hard they may try.

Broom Racer? NO
Quidditch Player? NO
Duellist? YES

STATS | Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 1 | Wisdom: 11 | ArcPower: 13 | Accuracy: 11

total 51 (+1 for Quidditch win)

ABILITIES |
YEAR ONE | LOVELY CREATURE

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Amaury drew looks; this, he knew well, because his own looks were fit for a king. And lucky that was, because amongst their French community, the Favreaus were royalty-- at least, so they assumed of themselves. Never did they shy away from parties, showing off their children, or splurging on the latest fashion trends, and Amaury was more often than not on the receiving end of these luxuries. Their appearance reflected their status-- that was what their parents had told them, what their parents’ parents had told them. Fashion was not for the lowly, the commoners. And so Amaury had been styled, primped, and preened since the day he was born, always prepared to be shown off like the righteous Pureblood he was. God forbid he make a complete embarrassment of the family by appearing in unfitted clothing or, god forbid, wrinkles. Their reputation would be scorned for eternity-- there would be no recovery from a fashion faux pas.

Of course, it helped that the Favreaus and Beauforts were, and always had been, a family of good genes, and not just the wizarding ones. Lucille Favreau was gorgeous, and Aldéric was stunningly handsome. It was no surprise, then, that Amaury and his twin inherited the genes they did. And there was no question where Amaury got his genes from. The sharp jawline, the fair skin, and the full lips were all traits passed on from his mother, although his stature, dark hair, and deep brown eyes were all very clearly inherited from his father. His often quite intense stare and the way he held himself with poise and presence, often set people off, but nonetheless was oddly compelling, almost magnetising. It was not difficult, then, to charm the crowds-- they followed him blindly, entranced by his beauty and wiles.

His dress, too, was something to admire. It wasn’t as though he was fashionable, per se-- he didn’t go shopping for new outfits, and he certainly didn’t play dress-up in the mirror-- he simply always looked his best. With his hair meticulously styled to look as though it wasn’t styled in the least; clothes perfectly tailored to fit his tall, slender frame; and a jacket that likely cost more than his entire private tuition, although it wasn’t as though he himself had paid for it; Amaury’s bouts into the town never failed to draw a few stares-- primarily from the ladies of the town, but amongst the onlookers, there was no shortage of men as well.

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YEAR TWO | CHARMER

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Amaury could do nothing if not charm a room. The family name was simply too important to disgrace with a misspoken word or half-hearted compliment. It was all or nothing for Amaury’s family, and as such, from the moment he could talk and walk, his parents would teach him the ways of the world alongside his brother and sisters-- social etiquette, manners, and, of course, manipulation. By the time he was seven, he knew how to ballroom dance. By nine, he could host a small party, greeting his guests with a firm handshake, eye contact, and a sickeningly sweet smile. And by the ripe age of eleven years old, his charm was simply intoxicating, leaving none immune to his childish smile and thorough manners. Though he matched the mannerisms of his family when they were alone-- cold, quiet, and aloof-- by the time he left home for Beauxbatons, he was adept at covering up his intimidating demeanor and plastering on a manufactured smile within a moment’s notice. He was unstoppable when he paired his easy smile with tossing a few well-timed compliments and flattering the enemy-- for, of course, to the Favreaus, they were all enemies. And the Favreaus lived their life by keeping their enemies closer.

And close, they were. The Favreaus had a particular penchant for throwing parties: dinner parties, tea parties, cocktail parties-- if there were drinks, there were Favreaus. And the extravagant amount of parties in the Favreau manner were, of course, the perfect outlet for Amaury’s charm. By the time he was ten, he knew just how to play the room, using an equal mix of diplomacy and flattery to get his way. He held himself with an air of grace, hoping to impress his elders and impress upon them the fine stature of the House Favreau. The Favreaus were not unworthy hosts; they were not mere wizards; they were not just some family. No, they were Purebloods-- affluent and dignified, and their behavior, naturally, must reflect such eminence.

And where Amaury went, his charm only followed. Beauxbatons was not ready for 115 pounds of pure charisma, and Amaury was completely ready to use that to his advantage. For he had realised that smiles were not only useful for upholding the family’s reputation; his wiles could also be particularly useful in social manipulation, buttering up his mark until he was ready to make a move. While he spent his off-time practicing charms and jinxes rather than on his assignments, he would simply beseech them to write it off, or struck a deal with his professors that often worked out better for him than it did for them. For, even the most wiley of professors were not immune to the charms of one Amaury Favreau.

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YEAR THREE | PERFECTIONIST

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Amaury couldn’t stand to lose. He hated the feeling, hated the judgement, hated everything about it. He wasn’t a sore loser, of course-- he took his defeats with grace, putting on a show of sportsmanship. Only a disgrace to the family would throw a fit over losing-- but then, only a disgrace to the family would lose in the first place. He would fight to the ends of the earth to secure a victory, as his siblings well knew. But as competitive as Amaury was at home, it was nothing remotely comparable to his attitude on the duelling stage.

From the moment the boy was introduced to the respectable yet aggressive sport of magical duelling, early in his first year at Beauxbatons, Amaury was absolutely enthralled-- caught hook, line, and sinker. The admirable sport had all the thrill and bragging rights of traditional fisticuffs, and the competition and victories of broom racing, but with none of the physical aggression and the stupid outfits. No, when duelling, Amaury could fight, legally and acceptably, with his favorite weapon-- his wand, and magic.

And so Amaury, from the moment he got his hands on a spellbook, threw himself in, head-first, to duelling. It was perhaps nearly an obsession, but absolutely nothing would be allowed to stand in the way of him and his sport. And although he wasn’t much for school, he found a passion in learning new spells, jinxes, and hexes he could use to destroy his opponents. He perused anything he could get his hands on-- mostly textbooks, old and new-- long into the night, evading the responsibilities of his assignments. They weren’t worth his time anyway, he told himself, as he read just one more chapter under the covers.

Magic came easily to him, he realised as spells flew from his wand without a hitch time after time. But nonetheless, he practiced. He practiced, and practiced, and practiced until he thought his wand might break, at which point he stopped, because god knew his wand was the most valuable thing he owned. He practiced at home, he practiced in class, he practiced in between classes. He expected nothing less than absolute perfection and, soon, so did his family. He took it upon himself to become a world-class dueller, for nothing else would suffice. Not a single spell would fail; not a single spell would miss. That was the expectation, and that was the undeniable result of Amaury’s hard work.

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YEAR FOUR | EVASIVE MANEUVERS

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Amaury had a tendency to get in over his head. Always reading ahead in his spell textbooks, practicing charms and hexes that were perhaps a bit too difficult for a wizard of his young age. Nevertheless, warnings from friends, professors, family, against such activities, warnings in his best interest, still would not deter him from building his arsenal of spells, one large step towards becoming the greatest dueller of his time. And so he would practice such spells perhaps a little recklessly, such spells much too unfit for such a young wizard to know in theory, let alone use in practice.

And of such unprotected and advanced practice came predictable, yet unavoidable disaster. A poor combination: an old book, a difficult incantation, a backfired curse. Disaster; a searing pain slicing through Amaury’s arm, fuzzing his brain, his vision; red, warm, wet. Pain in his knees as he dropped to the stone floor. Black, quiet, then light again, and a scream, an incantation-- ferula. A servant or a parent, Amaury didn’t know, couldn’t tell. Bandages flew around his arm, cinching tightly to hold in the blood seeping out. Black again. Light again, but this time he was on his back. A ceaseless sting of beratings from his parents, his sister’s face, his brother’s face, his twin’s face. A burning pain in his right arm, his forearm. Bandages still cinched tightly around the area. Black again.

Two years later, the scar still remained. A thin, faint line of raised skin, stretching six and a half centimeters down the inside of his right forearm. It was hard to notice unless one looked closely, although Amaury never let anyone get close enough to quite make it out clearly. But even if it wasn't obvious to outsiders, Amaury was painfully aware of its presence, taking it as a warning. The warning, though, was not of getting ahead of himself, of biting off more than he could chew. No, contrary to expectations, the warning was this: to stay on his toes. To stay on his toes to know his abilities, know his limits. To stay on his toes to avoid stray spells, or non-stray spells that were specifically aimed at him.

Although his façade claimed he could take a hit, he was fully aware of his weak and lean stature, so he relied on his quick dodges and powerful spells to keep him standing. And as he duelled, as he practiced, he only got quicker, faster, lighter on his toes-- his dodges became more anticipated, his evasions became more fluid, and he was nearly untouchable.

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All mentions of Amadea Campbell’s iNPC, Sylviane Favreau, have been approved by Amadea.

Approved
Ability -- Lovely Creature -- Charmer -- Perfectionist -- Evasive Maneuvers (Approved)
Stats -- total is 50 (Approved)
Bio, Personality, Appearance (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)

If my calculations are correct, I believe you have only assigned 50 statpoints. Please add your remaining 1 statpoint somewhere.

EDIT: +1 stat point added to accuracy.

Name: Katherine "Kit" Ester Felix
Status: Pureblood
School: Beauxbatons
Year: First

Appearance: Kit is 4'10" and 90 pounds. She has pale skin with freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are a light blue-green, generally a little wide eyed as if seeing something for the first time. Unlike her parents or her sister, she has bright red hair, which Kit's been told has skipped a generation and came from her grandparents. The other hair traits, such as course and slightly wavy, are the same as the others, though. It requires a certain amount of attention that she does not give it, instead letting it tangle in messy ponytails or space buns. She also almost always has earbuds on her person, despite the fact that they never work.

Personality: Kit generally has a pretty relaxed and care-free personality. In new locations, she acts more energetic and curious, taking everything in. The girl is also rather open, willing to dance in corridors and sing aloud (whether it sounds good or not), not particularly caring how others view her. She is a good listener, but not good at giving advice, especially since she's used to not putting stress on anything.

History: Katherine was born in raised in the United States of America, specifically in Los Angeles, California. Her pureblood parents were always off at work, employing a squib to take care of their two daughters. Her sister was older, Isabelle, with cascading blond hair. It had always been obvious to the young girl that Isabelle was the favorite of her parents, partly because she was the older. The heir, not that the redhead had ever wanted such a position. The squib, Helen, was a soft spoken young woman, always downcast whenever her parents were around. Helen always seemed brighter when their parents were gone.

It was Helen, Katherine, and Isabelle. She received her first nickname from her sister, officially deeming Katherine to be Kat. They would prance around the large house, playing with all the fancy paints they could find. The two girls could always convince Helen to play hide-and-seek with them, soft giggles drifting from all the different hiding spots within the tidy house. The two were active, although Kat was always more willing and rebellious than Isabelle. Belle had a reputation to uphold, though.

Kat would receive her second nickname from Helen. She was deemed KitKat after Helen saw the girl's face when she bit into the chocolate-covered wafer bars. KitKat would also get an MP3 player at this time, some songs already inputted into the small device. It crashed occasionally, but the girl felt better having music- art- near her. It would become a new accessory, one only hidden when her parents returned from work.

Her small school gave her a different name. Katherine was far too fancy and old for an elementary schooler. Not wanting to be called Kat except by Isabelle, the new name would be Kit. It felt right to the girl, connected with bright smiles and grass-stained knees. Where her home was filled with art and music, school felt more about sports. PE was an important part and her favorite class- partly because they weren't trying to jam facts into her head. Her friends were almost all soccer players although Kit had never been allowed to join any sports teams outside of her school. And there wasn't really anything in elementary school. She supposed she could wait for middle school, but she knew she was going to a magical school.

And that was correct. The summer before her first year, her parents would drop her off in Lyon, France with her grandparents. Kit knew some French (it was a requirement of her parents), but she had wanted to go to Ilvermorny. Her parents, the ones with the highest authority, quickly shot down that idea, explaining how Beauxbatons was certainly the more fancy school. So, with that, the girl went to Beauxbatons.

First Instance of Magic: It was later in the day. Her parents were home and Helen had gone to her (other?) house. Katherine was young, still figuring out what she could and couldn't do when her parents were home. They were strict- very different from Helen's soft patience. So she had wandered corridors, trying to be as silent as possible. It was fun exercise, and it grew more so when she heard her parents voice. Staying quiet and not being visible? Now that was a challenge. The girl would keep close to the wall, straining to hear the words. Her eyes would widen, though, as she heard what they were saying.

What if the squib corrupts our daughters? We shouldn't have hired her. But a muggle wouldn't- couldn't- care for them. And no real wizard deserves to be treated like a squib.

She didn't know what they were talking about, but she knew it was about Helen. And it was mean. A fierce protectiveness flooded the girl's senses, glaring at the far wall. They couldn't be so mean to someone so nice. Shutters and windows slammed open, a sudden gust of wind letting papers fly. There was a small cry of surprise, but Katherine ran away before she could hear anymore.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes
Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats: Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 0 | Accuracy: 8

Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers (WC: 481 words)

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"C'mon! Let's play!" Messy red hair bounced up and down with the girl, trying to get the two others to join. Isabelle nodded, a smile spreading across her face as both the girls turned towards Helen. The young woman glanced between the two, before letting out a soft sigh with a smile. "Alright, but just one round. Go on, you two, hide." Kit chirped in excitement, quickly dashing off. It wasn't often that she could get the two to play hide and go seek. They preferred to stick with the original, apparently.

Light footsteps would be heard, trailing around different locations to not give Helen any clues. But eventually she would stop, hiding behind a couch. It certainly wasn't the best hiding spot, but it would have to do. Wherever Isabelle might've hidden was a question for later. Now to wait.

It wouldn't take long, before Kit would find herself glancing around, trying to find where Helen had gone. She had peeked up too much, red hair rather visible against the colorless background. The young girl realized this a moment later, keeping her position for a few moments longer while Helen came towards her. She'd wait for the last minute, before quickly bouncing back out of reach. Kit decided to test her fate a little more, allowing for one more chance. A few moments of waiting, before another quick dodge out of the way, laughing from the adrenaline. It was a fun little game for the young girl, but she'd dash away, trying to find the next hiding spot. Blue-green eyes would glance around the next corridor, running in before she realized that Isabelle was standing in the middle of the walkway.

"Did you get tagged?" The younger girl would ask, bouncing on her feet slightly. Her sister would say nothing, but began to close the gap between them. A hand would whip out to try and tap the redhead, but she had side-skipped, barely getting out of the way. "You did!" she gasped, a grin widening. She would pause for a moment, before running before Isabelle or Helen could tag her in her surprise. Having two on one posed an interesting challenge, as they directed her towards a dead end. Kit didn't notice until she was almost against the wall, keeping out of both of their reaches. But in a dead end, there was only so much ducking and weaving one could do until they got tagged. Fingers would barely graze her arm, and the girl would stop, quickly turning around to face the others.

"Well that wasn't fair," she pouted, a little out of breath. Helen shook her head, huffed laughter escaping her. "No, Kitkat dear, there was nothing fair about what you were doing. We needed our own tactics to win." Isabelle would nod, offering her sister an impressed smile. "I think we'll just stick to regular hide-and-seek."

Approved
Ability -- Evasive Maneuvers (Approved)
Stats -- total is 35 (Approved)
Bio, Personality, Appearance (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)

Additonal IC information for Katherine:
Having been nursed by a squib maid, Katherine knew how these people could often be repressed by the pureblood families. Her own family had not been better and with the recent news going around that squibs were organising riots, it became all the more clear that this was not just a thing in her household only.

Name:
Viola Rhia Tempete

Status:
Pureblood

School:
Beauxbatons

Year:
2

Appearance:
Viola has fair skin with neutral undertones and long, brown, half-straight, half-wavy hair she often wears in a half-up, half-down style. She has baby blue eyes, defined, arched eyebrows and a small, up-turned nose. Her height is average for her age, and in terms of weight she further leans towards the lean side.

Personality:
Viola is not great at social interaction, and often shuts herself away and goes out of her way to seem rude, arrogant, condescending and cold. It was and continues to be what people expect of her, due to her family's reputation, wealth and class. Tempetes are elegant, intelligent and confident; Viola has to be so too. She has a family name to uphold, and she will not fail her parents.

On the inside, though, in a place far away where not many can enter, she often feels alienated, and she tries to do her best to fit in and uphold family traditions and values, although neither come naturally to her. Her true nature is to learn, and her parents and teachers have taught her to be determined, ambitious, calculated and goal-driven, things which have all shaped her character and identity. She has a lot of trouble dealing with emotions and commitment, yet neither of those things are necessary to flirt, so if she says she's never done so, she's lying, which should not come as a surprise. Due to her upbringing, she is a master actress, often putting on a formal and charming mask.

Overall, she values tradition, family and learning.

History: - 430 words
Viola was born in a hospital in Bordeaux, France, at exactly 4:38:12 pm on the 23rd of August, 2008, to parents Lucien Tempete and Lola Thorne. Even as a child, she had a lot of pressure put on her to be the very best, by both her family and everyone else. The Temepetes owned the largest wine business in all of Europe, and the Thornes made produced perfumes and jewellry. All though both the Temepete and Thorne families were purebloods, they found that their individual businesses thrived in muggle environments. Despite this, neither families held respect for muggles, seeing them to be inferior to wizards. They also discriminated against muggleborns, halfbloods, squibs and halfbreeds. Viola's views on the topic are vague and undecided, and although she desperately wants to agree with her family, her personal research shows that there is no reasonable and non-racist reason to find non-purebloods to be inferior. She pretends to hate them; sacrifices must be made.

Before she turned 11, Viola was homeschooled for all of her life by the most prestigious tutors. They taught her about magic theory, magic history, quidditch and magical creatures, as well as muggle history, economical studies, maths, French, science and 4 languages; German, Greek, English and Irish. Viola did outstandingly in each subject.

However, that was not enough. Her entire life, she was pushed to be good enough to carry her family's name. She had to live up to the successes of her parents. Her mother had gone from poverty to starting her own perfume-and-jewellry company to being one of the richest women in country. She had gotten all Os in school, and had been the seeker in her quidditch team. Her father had inherited his father's company, and since he had done so, business had tripled in amount. He had also gotten all Os at school and had been an Ombrelune prefect.

Viola showed her first instance of magic earlier than her peers. This was good because if she had turned out to be a squib, her parents would have disowned her. She had been 2, and so did not remember it well, but her parents loved to brag about it to others, so she had a vague idea as to what had happened. According to her parents, she had found a flower she had liked and had made the flower float and change colours. The truth was that her parents had locked her in a room with the flower for multiple hours until she had finally exploded open the locked door, but Viola didn't remember that.

Broom Racer:
NO

Quidditch Player:
YES

Duelist:
NO

Stats:
Stamina - 5 | Evasion - 7 | Strength - 6 | Wisdom - 8 | ArcPower - 6 | Accuracy - 8

Abilities:

Charmer - 445

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Viola is charming. She knows when to smile at he right time, when to speak, when to not, she knows how to take someone's attention and keep it. She has to; it's not like she has a choice. For years she's been groomed to become the perfect daughter, conversationalist and business owner. To achieve her full potential, Viola must be charming.

She mustn't speak unless she has something good to say. She mustn't express her opinion if others do not agree with it. She must smile and be polite and respectful. She must hold up the family reputation. She must be a Tempete. To do this, she must be charming.

Thankfully for her, it comes naturally to Viola to create the illusion of charm, and if it takes a bit of manipulation, sacrifices must be made. She knows how to keep someone hooked, and she's not afraid to do so.
She is flirtatious when she has to be and it would be a lie to say she does not enjoy it. She can be flattering and has mastered the art of manipulation and how to tell people exactly what they need to hear.

She knows how to watch people and see what they react best to, and she knows how to display these things. She can seem charming, respectful and polite, and she is pretty good; it makes sense, considering she's been taught how to do it for years. It was one of the things her tutors taught her. How to charm. It is important to be persuasive, likeable and agreeable. It is important if she is to truly be a Tempete. And that's all she's ever wanted.

Her natural beauty only adds to her charm. She knows she is aesthetically appealing, and she's long learned how to use that to her advantage. She takes good care of her skin and hair, and chooses clothes which do nothing but complement her looks, discomfort or not.

Her charm promises future opportunities, and she is not afraid to use it to get what she wants. Although she's never really had a crush- good grief, she is too emotionally distant to care about people in that way- if she ever did, she would turn their heads around.

After joining Beauxbatons, the extends of her charm have rarely been put to use, as she only needs to put enough charm to have a consistent reputation amongst her fellow students. A time where her charm was fully put to use would be before she joined the school, when she was younger. She used to come to some of her parents' business meetings, as a way of creating emotional appeal.

Lovely Creature - 418 words

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Viola is conventionally attractive. To her, this is a weapon and a tactic.

Her long, brown hair is silky in texture and is well-cared for. Viola spends about 45 minutes on it every day, which could be used for other things, but it pays off. Her hair is always in good condition and she is often complimented on it. Her large, baby blue eyes are a nice contrast to her fair skin, which lacks acne due to a methodical, consistent and complicated skin care routine. Her nose is small and fits nicely with the rest of her face. She often wears perfumes produced by her mother's company, which means she smells as good as she looks.

Viola's mother often had her model some of the jewellery produced by her company. This began when she was 6. As a child, this made Viola curious. Why was she modelling when her mother could simply employ someone far older who would actually be paid? It just didn't make sense. It was bad for business to have children work, or any workers be unpaid. One would be child labour while the other would be slavery. Both would be unethical, and could be the cause of a significant lawsuit. Viola knew this only because she had learnt about it in her economic studies class.

Her mother replied dismissively, "Look, darling, you're young and you're beautiful. Your skin is clear, your hair is smooth. We use your beauty to attract customer. Easy. And they cannot see your face, or your entire body all at once; nobody will be able to tell that you aren't an adult employee."

That was a lot of things to unpack for Viola. First of all, "you're beautiful" had been the first time Viola's mother had ever complimented her. Second, it rose the idea that you could break the law and ignore basic ethics as long as it met your goal. Ambition and determination was key. Third of all, and possibly the most important point, it brought up the idea of using her beauty, a gift, as a weapon, a tactic.

Soon, she began realising that a lot of people thought she was aesthetically appealing. And she began wondering how she could use it to her advantage. It's how the flirting began for the precocious young child. It's how she realised she could use her beauty to use people. It's how her manipulation began.

Because she was a lovely creature, and not using that to her advantage could be damned.

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Approved
Ability -- Charmer -- Lovely Creature (Approved)
Stats -- total is 40 (Approved)
Bio, Personality, Appearance (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)

Additional IC information:
Viola was witness to a boy crying at the start of her second year at the academy. When confronted by others, she could hear the boy explain how his parents had both suffered due to the recent violence this SCAR movement had brought to the wizarding world. With his father ending up in hospital, their home situation had become dire. Trying to listen around the school, Viola would pick up the boy's family was not the only one to suffer from these "riots".

Note: Apologies of having misread that, it was rather late at the time.

Note: I'll be using a banner when I'm playing Delphine in threads, but this is her FC for reference because I haven't come up with something that I like, yet.

Name: Delphine Desmarais
Status: Pureblood
School: Beauxbatons
Year: 2

Appearance: Delphine is tall (5'6) and thin, with short red hair and blue-green eyes. It is common, however, for her to dye her hair various different colors. She's been able to engage more in her passions for sewing and styling since she's moved in with her grandparents, so her wardrobe is full of eclectic colors and patterns.

Personality: Delphine is a very impulsive girl, who is blunt and often speaks her mind without a filter (which sometimes gets her in trouble). While her cousin Eyre fights with fists, she believes that words are more effective. She is a social butterfly, a flirt, and loves attracting the attention of others by being as boisterous as possible. That's why, along with fashion, she enjoys extroverted hobbies such as theatre and music. Although she genuinely loves her hobbies and being in the company of other people, her pressure to remain on top of the food chain is often a coping mechanism to deal with her deep sense of insecurity and self-doubt, especially with the absence of her mother.

History: Delphine Desmarais was born on September 30th 2007 to Genevieve Desmarais, the younger sister of Camilla Desmarais (who would later marry Ivan Reeves). Delphine never knew her father, as Genevieve was the type that never had a man around for long, but she does know for certain that he was a pureblood whom her mother had met at a ball. Her mother, as she was the youngest and not the heir of the household, was practically given free rein to do what she wanted. So, she took her daughter and lived in Saint Cirq-Lapopie, a beautiful village near Paris where many muggles lived. Delphine liked this quaint upbringing, but it was made better with the presence of her grandparent's fortune to keep them living comfortably.

To the delight of her mother, Delphine grew to be a sunny and extroverted young lady. Genevieve was never the type that wanted to subject her daughter to the endless balls and social events that she had to deal with in her childhood, so she was delighted to see her flourish and make lots of different friends from all sorts of different backgrounds without having to relying on them. Fashion was one of the first things that really intrigued Delphine as a child. In fact, her first magical incident was spurred when she was around 5 and she was forced to wear a plain white gown as a flower girl at a wedding. The guests of the wedding got a shock when the young child came down the alley in the dress that was dyed a dark blue, a stark comparison from the other members of the bridal party. Thankfully they were in the company of wizards, so Genevieve was able to switch her back, but from that point forward her mother never forced her to be a part of an event where she couldn't choose her outfit.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for them, as Genevieve wasn't the best person in the world. She would often get in trouble for reckless behavior which put a strain on her relationship with Delphine's grandparents and aunt. In December 2019, Genevieve was sent to prison for a crime that Delphine unfortunately witnessed. The young girl was then sent to live with her grandparents, who chose to not bail her mother out as they thought that she deserved her sentence. Delphine had always been attached to her mother, looking at her through rose-tinted glasses. For that reason, she grew to resent her grandparents. Regardless of how cold she is towards them, her grandparents still spoil her as a way to make up for the absence of her mother. Delphine, of course, takes full advantage of this. They're very soft on her as they're worried that putting their foot down would result in her growing to be like her mother, even when it's clear that she needs guidance.

So far at Beauxbatons, it's been established that Delphine cares more about her social life than her studies, and is quite picky when it comes to the subjects that she actually bothers to learn. If anything, the only reason why she chooses to keep her grades adequate in the subjects that she deems boring is to continue to broom race for her school. When she is zooming through the sky on her broom, she feels truly unstoppable and far away from anything that might be holding her back.

Is your character a Broom Racer? YES
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO
Is your character a Duelist? NO

Stats:

STAMINA: 6
EVASION: 8
STRENGTH: 7
WISDOM: 5
ARCANE POWER: 5
ACCURACY: 9

Total: 40


Abilities: 

Charmer

You are just distracting. Distracting to look at perhaps. Maybe it is your wit or your charm, your grace or something else about you that is intangible but absolutely present.
Effect: -1 accuracy to all of your opponents (as defined at the start of the instance regardless of later betrayal). This ability does not stack.

WC: 444

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Without her charming nature, Delphine would not be where she is today. She has cultivated her image in it, and it is the one trick that she has up her sleeve that benefits her more than almost anything else. It was her mother who taught her what she knows, as she had always been quite captivating herself. Genevieve's power to charm and manipulate social situations for her desired outcome was something that Delphine had picked up on, and before she knew it she was able to do it too. Most people have a hard time resisting the cute freckled redhead, with her witty comments, beaming smiles and eccentric wardrobe. Her confidence is something that brings people to her, the one character trait that makes her soar above those who are less charming than she is.

Since she's come to live with her grandparents after her mother had gone to jail, she has been able to use it to her full advantage on them. Living with them made her realize how much she's able to get away with her tactics, since they are good-natured people who despise conflict. If she wants something, she knows that she can get it with a clever bat of an eye and an innocent smile. Where some pre-teens her age have to beg their parents and throw tantrums to get what they want, Delphine only has to work her magic and they're wrapped around her little finger.

Her charm also gets her out of trouble, too. One might think that honesty is a virtuous trait, but Delphine is too honest. She isn't afraid to go out of her way to tell you that what you're wearing is ugly, or to tell you that you're being an idiot. She often pairs this with a smile or a laugh so they're unsure of if she's joking or not. Instead of being viewed as rude for these comments, she comes off as more of a playful tease...if she's lucky, that is. Delphine isn't without her fair share of people who dislike her, but it's much easier for her to pretend to be the 'bigger person' and walk away with a flounce whenever she is confronted. That, in itself, is a card that she plays often.

She will never admit it to herself, but her charm coupled with her extroversion boosts her up and deflects from the weaknesses that she does have. To pretend to be an untouchable person that doesn't fall prey to insecurities is much easier than admitting to herself that she isn't perfect. Being charming isn't only the foundation for who Delphine is as a person, but is also her crutch.

Fearless

You do not scare easily. In fact they might even call you fearless.

Prerequisites: None

Effect: Fear effects such as a dhampir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.
In Dueling
• In a duel with a Year 3+ Dhampir (with activated aura), or a player with Terrible Presence, a Fearless player won't suffer from their debuffs (10% auto-fail, 10% auto-miss, +1 Critical Failure range, –10% spell damage).

WC: 440

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Delphine hadn't even been back home for more than a day when it happened. She was happy to be home for Christmas, because she missed her mother and was meaning to tell her about all of the different shenanigans she'd done during the past four months at Beauxbatons. She was bundled up in her bed asleep when the chaos broke loose downstairs. The shouting was so loud that Delphine bolted straight up out of bed, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were a nightmare. She cautiously slipped out of bed, before walking to the door. She pushed it open and made her way down the hallway and down the stairs, careful to not make a sound.

Delphine couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, as the shouting was coming from the kitchen, but she knew for certain that the argument was between her mother and someone else. By the time that she made it to the foot of the stairs and into the living room, all she saw was a flaming red explosion coming from the doorway leading into their kitchen. Sounds of shrieking reverberated off the walls and smoke filled the house. Delphine made the mistake of scrambling over to the door once the fire stopped, and what she saw, she'd never forget.

Once she was put into her grandparent's custody and she went back to Beauxbatons, she started to show signs of impulsivity. It started off with small things, like calling out silly rebuttals in the middle of her potion's class for a laugh, but then it soon turned into more dangerous things such as provoking older students that clearly did better magic than she did. And even after receiving a few detentions for her obnoxious behavior and being sent to the hospital wing after she told a large half-giant that her hair looked like an owl had pooed on her head, she still kept doing it.

Some are taken aback by how fearless she can be, and for good reason. Although she can be a fun person to be around and someone to rely on if you want a straight answer to something, most don't understand why she cares so little about putting herself in questionable situations. The truth is, after that night, she knows that nothing could be worse than seeing your own mother set someone on fire. No outcome or hurt feelings could be as horrible as what she witnessed on that day, so whenever she is faced with something that has dire consequences, she is resolved to jump in without looking back. And that's what makes Delphine truly fearless.

Approved
Bio, Appearance and Personality (Approved)
First Magic (Approved)
Stats - total is 40 (Approved)
Abilities: Charmer -- Fearless (Approved)

Additional IC Information for your NPC:
In one of the first days of your second year, you witnessed a part-goblin girl being bullied by a group of what would be the "popular kids". Them being of Pureblood decent, it did not take long for you to realise what this had been about. Calling the little girl all sorts of innapropriate things you gathered there had to be others like her out there. Whether you felt that was right or wrong is entirely up to you.

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Edit by Hjørdis Jensen on 21st May to add note: Looks like the banners were approved in Sept but the ability was accidentally missed. Since it's fine anyway, I will add it to her iNPC application in her encyclopedia now.

Papertrail - iNPC Cassanora Browne transferred from Eldridge Seath to Hugh Lowe. Updated above.