Post by Xanthia Fairbourne on Dec 31, 2010 5:21:09 GMT 1
Xanthia Lucy Fairbourne
21, female, heterosexual, half-blood, shop owner/designer
21, female, heterosexual, half-blood, shop owner/designer
the factfile[/font]
Height: 5’5
Build: Feminine and curvy.
Wand: Birth with Veela Hair, 10 inches.
Patronus: Swan. She thinks of playing dress up with her mum when she was small.
Boggart: Lightning storms. She’s just never liked them and they always manage to scare the bloody hell out of her.
Dementor: Getting that phone call telling her that her mother was dead.
Amortentia: Cinnamon, vanilla, pine trees, and floral smelling perfumes.
Nicknames: Thia usually, Xan sometimes.
Clothing Style: There is no better dressed witch than Xanthia Fairbourne. Even when she’s dressed down, rocking a pair of fleecy sweat pants, no makeup, and a plain hoody, she always looks fabulous. Heels are a must and the higher the heels the better. She designs lots of her own clothes and even lingerie. Oh God, the lingerie. It’s not uncommon for her to answer the door of her flat wearing some frilly concoction that she’s been working on. She always looks her very best and would never leave the house if she didn’t think she looked good… Which usually isn’t an issue because she thinks she looks great all the time.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Father’s Name Unknown.
Siblings: N/a
Relatives: Calliope Fairbourne. Grandmother. Deceased.
Other Important Figures: There is a father out there somewhere, but she doesn’t care to meet him just as he doesn’t care to meet her.
Pets: N/a
Pensieve: Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful queen. She was fierce, she was gorgeous, and she was one of the best dressed witches in all the wizarding world. Then one day, the queen believed she had found her king, and for a short time, she was completely happy… Until her king abandoned her and she realized she was pregnant. This queen was Gianna Fairbourne, Xanthia’s mother. Xanthia was not intended. At thirty-six years old, her mother hadn’t been planning on even having a family, but these things do happen and what can you do? Gianna made the best of it and raised her daughter to think and act like she was a little princess. And she was. Living in a London penthouse with just her mother, she was spoiled senseless and developed early on a sense of distinct fashion.
Her letter for Hogwarts came when she was ten and after a shopping weekend in Paris with just her mum, Xanthia was armed with a wand, a Louis Vuitton trunk and a style on her own, she was sent to Hogwarts where she outgoing personality and later, her stunning beauty, brought her popularity and more friends than she could hang out with! She was a Ravenclaw, good with Charms, awful in Potions and Herbology, and graduated at the end of her seven years around the top of her class. Her life wasn’t adventurous. She didn’t have great drama or excitement and in fact the worst thing that had ever happened to her? Was the death of her mother just a year ago.
Xanthia and her mother had been very close. They were the only family the other had, so when Gianna died in a car crash, Xanthia was devastated. She was left the penthouse, enough money to live off of, and her mother’s clothing boutique. She began selling her own designs of lingerie and women’s clothing and since it has become quite popular. She is currently twenty-one, living an almost enchanted life, and cannot wait to find a good boyfriend and maybe even settle down within the next couple of years. She’s never had the best luck in love though, as can be deduced from the long string of exes she does possess.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
-Perfume
-Diamonds
-Clothes
-Design
-Charms
-Dancing
-Parties
Dislikes:
-Drab people
-People who underestimate her intelligence
-Thunderstorms
-Tacky clothes
-Kill-joys
-Caviar
-Broccoli
Quirks and Habits:
-She tends to exude flirtation. Buyers beware.
-She’s a hair twirler. Often she curls a strand of hair around her finger when she’s thinking.
-She can write with both her left and right hands. Doesn’t matter.
-Takes bubble baths when she’s troubled
Mirror of Erised: Xanthia is living her dream. However she strives to have a loving family. So perhaps she would see a husband, her future children, maybe even her mother smiling and waving.
In Depth Personality:
Fun - If there is a party going on, she’ll be there fashionably late and leave early to go to another party. She’s never in want of a party to go to, because she’s usually the life of every one she does go to.
Flirtatious - She definitely likes the opposite sex. She has a way about her the just kind of exudes sensuality, however she rarely pursues it unless he’s someone of real interest to her. Sorry puppies, she usually likes older men.
Intelligent - Most wouldn’t think it, but she is extremely clever. She was put in Ravenclaw for a reason and she has is very quick-witted.
Artistic - She is very creative. She designs and sews women’s clothing and lingerie to sell in her boutique, so if you need anything frilly for your special someone on his birthday… Check out her shop, Fairbourne, in London.
Sultry - Don’t mistake her bubbly, outgoing personality for innocence and naivety, she knows how to seduce a man and she damn well knows how to lure one into her bedroom too!
Vain - She puts bases a lot off looks. Not that she wouldn’t always offer a makeover to someone who dresses unfortunately, but she spends a great deal of time on her apperance.
Spoiled - If she didn’t want to? She would never have to work a day in her life. She comes from a wealthy family and her mother left her everything she could ever need.
Stubborn - Don’t try and make a point with her. If she has her mind set on something, she will fiercely stand by it, even in cases where she might be wrong.
Fearful - She isn’t brave. She doesn’t possess the heart of a lion, but is rather more curious about things around her.
Opinionated - She will definitely let you know if you don’t look good in something you’ve tried in her boutique. She does have many loyal customers, because she always seems to pick out what people look good in, however the more sensitive of people don’t tend to make a second visit to her shop.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: For forever.
Time Zone: Atlantic.
How Did You Find Us?: Caits.
Play By: Candice Swanepoel
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There weren't many people in existence who had genuinely good luck in life and in her opinion, Valencia had fallen on some very good luck. She hadn't had to work on some street corner, freezing her ass off and shaking violently with cravings for whatever street drug those low-end whores were doing these days. She didn't touch them. Not only weren't they healthy, but they were also a gross waste of money. Besides, they'd interfere with her somewhat healthy lifestyle. Every day she went for a run and took yoga classes. Some days she even went to the gym but usually the combination of yoga, running, and eating healthy kept everything firm enough for her liking. Muscles weren't all that attractive on a woman anyways. In her experience with men, they liked small, feminine shapes. They liked soft curves, things to explore; men were very physical creatures and very visual. There was nothing complicated about them, well, there hadn't been until she'd met Miles. Damn him and his irreparable charms. They knocked her right on her ass and caught her completely off guard in a way that she was entirely unfamiliar with.
Focus. She brought herself back quickly to the task at hand which was sitting in front of a vanity mirror, preparing herself to go out for the evening. She had already applied the foundation for her makeup and she sat, quite proudly, in very little, her fancy and expensive undergarments hugging her curves and keeping everything pushed up and held in properly. She tucked strands of her hair back out of her face, its currently blonde color pale and light compared to its usual darkness. She was constantly dyeing it, back and forth, light and dark. A good psychoanalyst might have found some deeper meaning in that. To her, it was just a way of keeping people on their toes. She didn't want anyone to become bored with her. In fact that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to be remembered, revered, loved, adored, and whatever else could be done to ensure that she got the attention she so rightly deserved.
Glancing at the clock, she pinned her hair up into place, gentle ringlets cascading over bare shoulders. The hotel room she'd been using for the past few nights was clean and filled with a thin layer of rose smelling steam from the shower she'd taken an hour before. It was already nine o'clock and she was to be meeting someone in an hour's time at a trendy club she'd frequented only a few times before. And this gentleman was not Miles. Thank God. If she spent one more night all wrapped up in his bed sheets, she wasn't too sure how she would be able to untangle herself from their clutching grasps.
Damn him. Slipping into her red dress, she reached back for the zipper, couldn't reach, and instead settled with holding it to her chest and smoothed it out with freshly manicured fingers. She hurriedly put a pair of diamond earrings into her ears and then frowned. She felt so plain. Running her fingers along her bare neck and clavicles, she slipped her feet into her stilettos. She was so... plain. She rummaged through her box of jewellery, flinging her plain gold necklaces across the room like they were mere trinkets. Nothing was appropriate and if she couldn't find something then she wouldn't be going out at all. A bit dramatic perhaps, but it was really necessary to look one's best when you were being paid to do so. Just as she was about to fling a tiara across the room, she heard a light knock on the door which stopped her in her tracks. Frowning, she walked over to the door and pressed an ear against it for a second. She wasn't expecting anyone.
Pulling the door open, she flung her head back and moaned angrily. "Miles. Miles." The irritated nature of her voice sang of the displeasure she felt in seeing him standing on the other side of that door. "Whatever it is you want, it will have to wait. I have a... date tonight. Make yourself useful. Zip me up," she said shortly, turning her back on him and tossing her hair over one shoulder and waiting for him to pull the zipper of her dress up.
Focus. She brought herself back quickly to the task at hand which was sitting in front of a vanity mirror, preparing herself to go out for the evening. She had already applied the foundation for her makeup and she sat, quite proudly, in very little, her fancy and expensive undergarments hugging her curves and keeping everything pushed up and held in properly. She tucked strands of her hair back out of her face, its currently blonde color pale and light compared to its usual darkness. She was constantly dyeing it, back and forth, light and dark. A good psychoanalyst might have found some deeper meaning in that. To her, it was just a way of keeping people on their toes. She didn't want anyone to become bored with her. In fact that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to be remembered, revered, loved, adored, and whatever else could be done to ensure that she got the attention she so rightly deserved.
Glancing at the clock, she pinned her hair up into place, gentle ringlets cascading over bare shoulders. The hotel room she'd been using for the past few nights was clean and filled with a thin layer of rose smelling steam from the shower she'd taken an hour before. It was already nine o'clock and she was to be meeting someone in an hour's time at a trendy club she'd frequented only a few times before. And this gentleman was not Miles. Thank God. If she spent one more night all wrapped up in his bed sheets, she wasn't too sure how she would be able to untangle herself from their clutching grasps.
Damn him. Slipping into her red dress, she reached back for the zipper, couldn't reach, and instead settled with holding it to her chest and smoothed it out with freshly manicured fingers. She hurriedly put a pair of diamond earrings into her ears and then frowned. She felt so plain. Running her fingers along her bare neck and clavicles, she slipped her feet into her stilettos. She was so... plain. She rummaged through her box of jewellery, flinging her plain gold necklaces across the room like they were mere trinkets. Nothing was appropriate and if she couldn't find something then she wouldn't be going out at all. A bit dramatic perhaps, but it was really necessary to look one's best when you were being paid to do so. Just as she was about to fling a tiara across the room, she heard a light knock on the door which stopped her in her tracks. Frowning, she walked over to the door and pressed an ear against it for a second. She wasn't expecting anyone.
Pulling the door open, she flung her head back and moaned angrily. "Miles. Miles." The irritated nature of her voice sang of the displeasure she felt in seeing him standing on the other side of that door. "Whatever it is you want, it will have to wait. I have a... date tonight. Make yourself useful. Zip me up," she said shortly, turning her back on him and tossing her hair over one shoulder and waiting for him to pull the zipper of her dress up.
