#vstrangerp

hello hello!

today we bring some previews of our site itself! the first is a post and app/shipper, and the second is a profile. the skin itself is the gorgeous magique skin by @shanicodes.

ok but sad and overwhelmed cassandra trelawney as emily browning (since we’re playing with birthdates/ages it could work???) who is both lauded and revered but also somewhat ostracized because like no one wants to show up in her visions if they can help it  ?????????     or       ebrowning as a former healer who basically gave up their v nice magic life to help out the muggles during the war as a nursing sister and now has no idea how to really reintegrate into wizarding society and can’t relate to her family/friends/loved ones anymore ????? 

too many ideas help. vote or s/t?????

full name: euphemia melora calanthe potter (née fawley)

nicknames: effie or mia

nationality: welsh

mbti: infj-a

zodiac: taurus

education: hogwarts (ravenclaw)

wand: 10 1/4″, hornbeam, unicorn hair, unbending

special skills: euphemia has always taken interest in the complexities of the earth. she has a particular affinity for herbs and flowers, both of the magical and non-magical variety. when looking for her, be sure to check the gardens behind the potter estate, as she is likely either wrist deep in the dirt tending to her collection of plants or swiped with paint as she immortalizes their blossoms and anatomy on parchment.

boggart: her favorite house elf from childhood lying lifeless, the juice from the poisonous berries she grew staining her lips.

mirror of erised: a blanket sprawled in the middle of a lavender field. fleamont seated behind her, arms wrapped around her middle as she reads. a child––their child––falling asleep in the warm sunlight. 

amortentia: cigar smoke, line-dried linens, cauldron cleaner, sage, strong tea, & cinnamon.

top three qualities in another person: pursuit of passion, tenderness, & dedication.

worst thing about them: a tendency to get so lost in what she’s doing that she shuts out the world, shuts out everyone. she finds herself locked away for hours, days without sleeping or eating. letters pile up on her windowsill unanswered, and the halls, usually filled with the ring of her voice, fall eerily silent. as if she’d never been there at all.

aesthetics: ten candles flickering in the corner at once, the soft pink of a blossoming peony, a cup of tea forgotten and gone cold, notes lining the margins of a well-loved book, the pull of a bow across a violin heard from a spinning record, the swish of a gauzy dress around pale legs, the first drop of rain darkening a stone path, a butterfly landing on a lavender bush, dark hallways, flecks of dried paint hidden within her hair, blades of grass against bare feet, red-tinged shoulders in the sun

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teammates!! I kind of envision that the Catapults were kind of crappy and Dai is meant to be the "savior" of the team?? potential for tension!! disruption of pre-established team dynamics!!

a publicist who has to deal with this child running his mouth

a nemesis p l s. I want a Tom and Jerry type plot. they hate each other. no reason. just pure hatred.

just other quidditch players!!!

people who have "offended" Dai. if u say anything shady to the media he WILL assume ur talking about him.

Dai, anytime someone speaks:

full name: celestina moriah warbeck

nicknames: in her youth often called tina, but as a snake sheds its skin so too did celestina leave behind things that she has outgrown

nationality: american

mbti: esfp - the consummate performer, living in the here and now

zodiac: leo sun, capricorn moon, sagittarius rising

education (and house, if applicable): the new amsterdam magie collegiate school (further information forthcoming) 

wand: 12.5″, thunderbird tail feather, cedar, flexible and accommodating

special skills: first and foremost - singing. perfect pitch, something of a musical savant. has never met and instrument she couldn’t bend to her will within a matter of days. often, she finds, the same skill set applies itself well enough to other people, as well.

boggart: a cacophony the likes of which she’s never heard before, pressing upon her, drowning her out and deafening her all at once. a room full of people, but not one can spare a glance for celestina warbeck. 

mirror of erised: herself, an infant cradled to her chest. motherhood, which has eluded her thus far.

amortentia: the specific scent of must and old sweat that lingers in ancient stages curtains, spread through the air as they are drawn back to present her to the world; the crisp scent of freshly-made iced tea, with just a drop of lemon, on her grandmother’s north carolina back porch in june as the honeysuckle ripens around her; the bite of gin. 

top three qualities in another person: strong-willed, for celestina seeks out those who rise to meet her challenge and do not simply succumb in the face of charm, wealth, and talent; well-connected, for she has not clawed her way from the dirtiest colored jazz clubs of harlem into national reknown simply to languish amongst her equals; and artistic - as many artists do, celestina surrounds herself with those with creative hearts, or else a keen mind for the business.

worst thing about them: unrelenting selfishness, borne of necessity and grown into something quite ugly. 

first impressions: overflowing with charm and charisma. big smile, doe eyes, perfectly coifed and impeccably dressed at all times. generous with her affection and free with her laughter - she has that uncanny ability to make whoever she speaks to feel as though they are the very center of the universe.

aesthetics: plump lips stained a perfect cherry; sweet-flavored tobacco smoke drifting lazily from a hookah; fur coats that appear as though they may simple swallow the wearer; a most delicious wink; dim-lit stages, smoke drifting all about; jewels twinkling; soft snow drifting from the sky onto a city street at dusk, illuminated by streetlights; a southern summer night, with lightning bugs twinkling in the distance.

character parallels: jessica rabbit [who framed roger rabbit]; holly golightly [breakfast at tiffany’s]; cookie lyon [empire]; mia wallace [pulp fiction]

full name: tom marvolo riddle nicknames: for a moment the lord was a silly joke; banter between friends. now, increasingly, it has lost its comedy. nationality: british mbti: intj zodiac: capricorn education (and house, if applicable): hogwarts, slytherin. prefect, then head boy. never any interest in quidditch. wand: 13½", yew, phoenix feather core special skills: tom has always been rather good at whatever he put his mind to, but these gifts and charms are blossoming lately. in the early stages of mastering occulumency and legilimency, he wields them more like blunt instruments than precision tools, and is already busy splitting his soul apart - though it is currently only in a couple of pieces. aside from the magical, he still has something of his talents for charm and storytelling - he only looks inhuman in direct sunlight. boggart: his own corpse. mirror of erised: immortality; nothing less. amortentia: often, nothing. sometimes (though he'd claim otherwise), the faintest whiffs: dry parchment; the tang of something sweet and rotten; electricity, hot on the air. top three qualities in another person: loyalty. intelligence. ability. worst thing about them: beyond his amorality, his callousness, there is his lack of introspection. he cannot even begin to understand why he acts in the ways he does, or grow as a person, because he is fundamentally stunted. though his intelligence and magical ability are off the charts, his emotional intelligence is somewhere alien - charming but vengeful. calm but filled with unimaginable rage.  he has more intense emotions than most, and fewer categories for them - and with each horcrux, his humanity ebbs futher away. first impressions: studious, serious eyes with the barest hint of a smile. an easy charisma; an understanding of your problems. the slightest hit of crimson in eyes when the light hits them just right. aesthetics: spiders skittering from flashes of light, then curled like corpse fingers on the floor. a raging fire trapped in a bell jar. bruised knees, clean and childish, knelt on a bare wooden floor. a magpie lining its empty nest with trinkets like children. balled fists digging bloody grooves in palms that want. character parallels: iago, othello. damien, the omen. yzma, emperor's new groove. dennis reynolds, it's always sunny in philadelphia. gif that represents them:  

full name: bartemius caspar crouch nicknames: barty nationality: british mbti: istj zodiac: capricorn education (and house, if applicable): hogwarts / slytherin wand: hornbeam, dragon heartstring, 13", rigid special skills: developing occlumency, barely beginning legilimency; for him, it’s just “for fun”, but it wouldn’t hurt if he managed to impress a few people along the way. boggart: the dmle, in rubble or on fire mirror of erised: he and his mother, drinking tea amortentia: bottled ink, raspberries, a light floral scent

top three qualities in another person: commitment in all forms (usually includes a hardy work ethic); no-nonsense, for the most part; a quieter demeanor. worst thing about them: dangerously moderate at the moment, even when his voice could be utilized for progressive ideals (which he generally believes in). he believes that the means justify the end. also, he’s unendingly pompous, often has an air of arrogance. first impressions: clipped way of speaking; generally in a rush; nice dress robes or suits, and often carrying with him a bit of a smirk. exhaustion is apparent on his face and his fingers are usually adorned with ink or callouses.  character parallels: i’m so bad at these but i always want to do them!!! so i’m here to try. ben wyatt / parks n rec, stannis baratheon / game of thrones, orlo / the great.

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