Virgo Faye
Virgo Faye
Posted: Jan 29 2008, 06:28 PM





Group: Ravenclaw
Posts: 4
Member No.: 2
Joined: 27-January 08



The Roleplayer


Name/Alias: Clio
Age: 19
Other Characters at RR: None yet...
Actor/Actress used to portray this character: Summer Glau
What brought you to here?: Well...there wouldn’t be a site without me, so...
Any random tidbit you'd like to share?: Virgo started out as a mere thought...now she runs my life!
Lastly, why do you enjoy roleplaying?: I can actually control someone’s life, for a change!


The Character


Name: Virgo Aria Faye
Nicknames: She isn’t aware of any, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some floating around out there.
Link to image of Character: user posted image


Birthday: October 31, 1980
Mother: Simone Faye
Father: unknown
Siblings: none
Blood Status: Her mother’s family is pure, and due to the fact that she doesn’t know who her father is, that’s what she calls herself.
Wand Information: Length, 7 3/4 inches; core, dragon heart string; wood, rosewood
Pet: Kneazle (Virgo: It’s a cat, so deal!) named Priscilla
Favorite Subject: (If applicable) Charms
Least Favorite Subject: (If applicable) Divination (Virgo: The teacher back in the States never bathed! Can you blame me?)
Canon/Desired House: Ravenclaw


Personality: I’m me. I know that it doesn’t sound like much, but trust me! Most of my friends would say that it is more than enough of a description. For those of you out there who are not quite so far seeing as my friends, allow me to elaborate. I’m a friend to my friends (you’ll never find a more loyal one!), and an enemy to my enemies (you’ll never find a truer one of those either!). To those who fall somewhere in between, well...I don’t really know how I treat them...I don’t really pay them much mind.

I’m well aware that I sound stuck up, so you needn’t feel the urge to enlighten me on that aspect! I’m merely honest and am not afraid to say what I think. Unfortunately, in this day and age, those two qualities are not looked as highly upon as they once where...It’s a down right shame!

Appearance: I’m 5 feet, 4 inches tall, with black hair that tends to curl at odd times. My eyes are a bright emerald green and they have this nasty way of sparkling when I’m “up to no good” as my mother would say. Why is it a nasty way? Because it lets people know when I’m planning something...I’ve been meaning to work on that...

I have this fondness for heels. I don’t mean your basic heels either. I’m talking high high heels. The ones that are so thin that when your mother sees you in them she has to wonder how you keep from breaking an ankle. They make my heart sing, and there aren’t many things out there that can say they do that! Anyway, one of the big reasons that I’m such a huge fan of heels is that they make my already long legs look even longer! Picture perfect in every way possible! It’s amazing what a nice pair of legs can do to a passing male...

History: I was born on October 31, 1980 in Salem, Massachusetts. My mom, Simone Faye, fled from Britain during the first big Voldemort incident. She has yet to tell me who my father is. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. . .Either way, I grew up in the States, going to the Magic Academy of Salem until just recently. There was another big incident over in England, but now it sounds like the guy who was causing it is finally gone.

My mom decided to move us back to England after she was offered the job as the Transfiguration teacher at the British magic school, Hogwarts. Odd name for a school if you ask me, but what do I know? I’m American.

So, over the summer, we moved and I got used to England, in a way. We stayed at my Aunt Iris’s house, due to the fact that it wasn’t very plausible to find a place to live when mom would be living at the school as well. We decided to wait until I graduated, then I would get place and she would stay there with me during the summers. That was, if I decided to stay in England. Truth to tell, at that point in time, I wasn’t so sure that I wouldn’t head back to the States as soon as I graduated, but I didn’t want to tell my mom that.

RP Sample: When Virgo had woken up that morning, there was nothing that would have alerted her to the fact that her whole life was about to change drastically. Not only was her immediate existence going to change, so was her whole future.

It was summer and she was glad that she didn’t have to head off to school. She liked school, to a point. Beyond that she could really care less about what went on there. She wasn’t part of a click...The closest to being a part of something at her school was that she was captain of her divisions Quidditch team. Spending a nice quiet summer at home was just the thing that she wanted. Or so she thought...
Not two hours later, she found herself packing her books into a trunk for transportation to her new home. Her mother had just let her on in the fact that they were moving to England. England! Why England? Why couldn’t they stay in the States two more idiotic years?! She was so close to graduating and now her mother was picking them up and moving them not just out of town, but out of the country! Virgo had never been mad at her mother before. Moving to a completely foreign country at the age of seventeen? Come on!

The only thing that had been able to calm her down at least a slight bit was that in England, you become legal at the age of seventeen...That was the only thing, in her mind, that made what her mother was doing alright. It wasn’t that she’d never been to England...She had an aunt who lived there and they’d visited several times over the past few years. However, due to the fact that they would be spending the remainder of the summer living with her aunt, Virgo wasn’t sure whether she should count that as a blessing or a curse...Either way, as the British would say, it wasn’t bloody fair!



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