Post by Vivian Nazarova on Jan 19, 2009 15:13:01 GMT 1
Vivian Nazarova-Jones
Fifteen, female, straight, vampire, cleaner and waitress at the Hogs Head.
Fifteen, female, straight, vampire, cleaner and waitress at the Hogs Head.
the factfile[/font]
Height: 5’8”.
Build: Light.
Wand: Ash & Phoenix Feather, 10 1/4th inches, rigid. Currently resides with Abraham Grey.
Patronus: Was previously a caracal.
Boggart: A faceless, older vampire representing Cain Heath, the man who killed her.
Dementor: The night she was attacked and killed, for obvious reasons.
Amortentia: Blood, Pepper and Gunpowder.
Nicknames: Viv.
Clothing Style: Generally only one or two layers because she doesn’t feel cold much. Her body just adapts to the ambient temperature. Any colour is fair game, but clothing must be practical, as well as nice. She’s fond of more muggle clothing for casual wear, usually jackets, pants and shirts, a habit she picked up because of time in muggle schools before going to Hogwarts.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Siblings: N/A
Relatives: N/A
Other Important Figures: Dacian, her sire, which in Vamp-World is more or less synonymous with ‘Dad’.
Pets: Yakov, a male Barking Owl, and a rather overconfident and attention-whoring one at that. He’s since become the unofficial Hogs Head Owl.
Pensieve: Vivian’s father Matthew was a half-blood wizard living in the UK and working for the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures as a magizoologist. Russia was having a problem with a large population of graphorn that were coming down out of the mountains and attacking muggles. This was both highly unusual and potentially disastrous, what with grahorns being both extremely difficult to take down even with a team of wizards and extremely obvious to muggles. Matthew had been looking for an excuse to head there for some time to find out some new information on the little-studied pogrebins, so he offered to be allowed to go and help with the problem then stay behind.
It was only a year after Matthew arrived when he found, fell in love with and married a young muggle woman called Vera working in the Russian Theatre. Thus, Vivian was born, lived, and spent most of her life in Russia. Her mother wanted to call her something in Russian, Matthew wanted to name her after his mother. Matthew's stubbornness won out with the first name and the surname ended up a compromise. Both her parents were quite busy and had little time for her, Matthew working on his research, and Vera on her ballet.
Things weren’t easy for Vivian. She was raised by a nanny and never got a chance to play with other kids until she was sent off to muggle school for a starter education as her parents couldn’t home school her. As she had no idea how to talk with or play with the other kids, she quickly found herself alone.
Vera was in for a very nasty surprise one day when Vivian's first signs of magic appeared. Matthew had a lot of explaining to do, and the only reason a frightened Vera stayed was because in her community, divorce was considered shameful. It was a number of years before she grew to fully accept her husband’s true nature.
When his work finished, Matthew was planned to go back to the U.K, but that plan was put to rest thanks to a terrorist scare from a possible ex-Death Eater group claiming to have taken a wild nundu out of east Africa with plans to release it in Moscow near the muggle president. Mathew was put to work trying to find out how they could have possibly gotten the beast, where it would be kept the best plan of attack they might have. It was eventually figured out to be a false threat, but the country was put in lockdown for wizards as a result. No one was going anywhere.
At ten, Vivian’s parents discussed what to do about her wizarding education. Her father had gone to Hogwarts, and Matthew was extremely adamant that she should go there too. Vera knew basically nothing about magical schools at all, so she had to trust Matthew as he argued that both the nearby schools, Durmstrang and the one in Russia, were dark arts schools for old You-Know-Who supporters and didn’t teach things proper like they did back in England.
He finished up his research in a hurry and moved back to the UK once Russia reopened, landing another job in the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau. Vera, being basically a loyal mail-order style bride that was never mail-ordered, put her career aside and went with. Vivian was sent to a muggle school again to finish the last year of her elementary education, and now she was faced with a new set of bullying. She had picked up a strong Russian accent and the students seemed to love imitating it, making jokes about the ‘Motherland’ and calling everyone ‘comrade’ at the end of every sentence when she was around.
The letter came as expected, and she was bought her stuff and bundled on the train. Vivian pretty much just tried hiding from everyone at first. She found she felt a lot better about herself when she ignored them and tried to beat them in other ways instead, like being better at magic.
The Hogwarts students thankfully weren’t as bad as the students from the muggle schools. At least they seemed oblivious to the previous existence of the Soviet Union, though there was still a muggle-born here and there who still pulled out the 'communist' jibe.
As she and her classmates got older Vivian just naturally faded into the background. No one paid attention to her much save for Scotty Kovac, who was always nice, and Vivian was content to be a wallflower.
Eventually, Vivian’s life crashed around her in one fateful moment of stupidity. The new game of Schoolwide Truth or Dares had become a bit of a sensation and Vivian was lured in to see what she was missing. Not learning from her first mistake where she was dared to pick a fight with another student, Vivian accepted a dare from Scotty to spend an hour at night alone in the Shrieking Shack. The usual Gryffindor pride convinced her to stick it out even though she would have happily turned back.
Within minutes of separating from Scotty she was attacked by a rogue vampire named Cain Heath, an old enemy of a resident vampire. It was staged to pin the blame on him, and her wounds were so severe Scotty had to leave her side to get help. Dacian, said vampire, arrived in time before her death and figured turning Vivian was a lot easier than facing an angry pitch forked mob. By the time Professor Adrian Connery and Professor Abraham Grey arrived the process was already complete.
She's since tried to return home only to be brutally informed by her father that there are no vampires in his family. With nowhere else to turn, she's stuck with Dacian, for better or worse.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
Dislikes: Bugs, religious artefacts, Slytherins, mustard, first years.
Quirks and Habits: Bites nails, likes the smell of petrol, claims she isn’t impressed by expensive brooms even though she is, a perfectionist.
Mirror of Erised: To be alive again, probably married and with kids. None of which is ever likely to happen.
In Depth Personality:
✔ Book-smarts :: She’s good and picking up and remembering information a bit like a big radio dish. Common sense is a little lacking though,
✔ Reliable :: If Vivian says she’ll do something, she’ll get it done sooner or later. She hates feeling as if she owes someone something, so she tries to get promises, debts and IOU’s out of the way as soon as possible. She also wants it done right rather than just done for her own sanity.
✔ Polite :: She's nice, really.
✔ Determined :: If she wants something, you can be sure she’ll get it eventually. Granted, this may not always be a good thing, but if she settles her mind on something positive like a certain grade for a class for a job aspiration, it’s a decent trait to have.
✔ Well Intentioned :: Okay, so some of the stuff she does really comes out wrong or backfires, but she doesn’t do it on purpose.
✘ Stubborn :: Links on with the determination mentioned above. Likewise, once she gets something like an idea or a notion in her head, you had better have a damn good counter-argument complete with pie-charts, graphs and diagrams.
✘ Shy :: Generally she’s scared of people. She has, however, been improving as of late.
✘ Low Self-Esteem :: Well, when you have no friends and think everyone hates you, it’s kind of hard to avoid.
✘ Defensive :: Hates being accused of anything. Comes around because she feels she needs to protect herself from people, which has only gotten worse lately and she's putting up barriers around as many people as possible.
✘ Naïve :: Booksmarts? Yes. Worldsmarts? No.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: A while.
Time Zone: +10 EST
How Did You Find Us?: Magic.
Play By: Hanna Beth (Yes, shit choice, I know. Cut me some slack, I was new.)
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Okay, to put it mildly: Being a vampire sucked.
Vivian grinned at herself. Heh, well, they sucked too, but more than that, it was a pain in the neck to be one.
... Wow she was on an accidental pun-roll tonight.
To start with, everyone was asleep when she was, and there was practically nothing to do unless she felt like visiting Scores, the one place still open at ridiculous o’clock, and somehow she didn’t see that happening any time soon. Poor Scotty usually tried to stay up when he was around but Vivian always had to shoo him off. After all, he couldn’t go to school with only half his brain-juice.
So, she was doing what she did more or less every night once she’d finished all the crosswords and puzzles in the Daily Prophet: Walk. Hogsmeade was like a whole other village at night. The lamps kept the place lit but it was kind of a ghost town. Nothing moved unless the breeze forced it to. Before her change, walking at night might have scared her, but hey, like Dacian said, she was top of the food chain now, right? What could happen?
She had learned a while ago that thinking too much wasn’t good for her brain. She tended to create problems for herself by overthinking. Instead she just focused on the one foot in front of the other mechanical movements of walking while the newest song to come out of the Wizarding Wireless Network ran on an endless loop in her head. Okay, so all she knew was like, four lines of the chorus, but whatever.
Something made her glance up. She could see the tree tops of the Forbidden Forest away over the village roofs. Heh. Oh God. Sneaking into there had always been somewhat of a fantasy for her as a Hogwarts student. The big, scary forest and all that. She may have to try and go up there one night, but not now. For that she needed appropriate footwear and these shoes were too nice to ruin with a midnight hiking trip. Hey, she was a vamp right, what was going to try and attack her if she just kept near the edges?
If Dacian could see her he’d probably have an aneurism, if that was still possible at all for the undead. Somehow, being aware of her surroundings had never been her strong point. After all, what could possibly happen in the middle of Hogsmeade, right?
Vivian grinned at herself. Heh, well, they sucked too, but more than that, it was a pain in the neck to be one.
... Wow she was on an accidental pun-roll tonight.
To start with, everyone was asleep when she was, and there was practically nothing to do unless she felt like visiting Scores, the one place still open at ridiculous o’clock, and somehow she didn’t see that happening any time soon. Poor Scotty usually tried to stay up when he was around but Vivian always had to shoo him off. After all, he couldn’t go to school with only half his brain-juice.
So, she was doing what she did more or less every night once she’d finished all the crosswords and puzzles in the Daily Prophet: Walk. Hogsmeade was like a whole other village at night. The lamps kept the place lit but it was kind of a ghost town. Nothing moved unless the breeze forced it to. Before her change, walking at night might have scared her, but hey, like Dacian said, she was top of the food chain now, right? What could happen?
She had learned a while ago that thinking too much wasn’t good for her brain. She tended to create problems for herself by overthinking. Instead she just focused on the one foot in front of the other mechanical movements of walking while the newest song to come out of the Wizarding Wireless Network ran on an endless loop in her head. Okay, so all she knew was like, four lines of the chorus, but whatever.
Something made her glance up. She could see the tree tops of the Forbidden Forest away over the village roofs. Heh. Oh God. Sneaking into there had always been somewhat of a fantasy for her as a Hogwarts student. The big, scary forest and all that. She may have to try and go up there one night, but not now. For that she needed appropriate footwear and these shoes were too nice to ruin with a midnight hiking trip. Hey, she was a vamp right, what was going to try and attack her if she just kept near the edges?
If Dacian could see her he’d probably have an aneurism, if that was still possible at all for the undead. Somehow, being aware of her surroundings had never been her strong point. After all, what could possibly happen in the middle of Hogsmeade, right?