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Vivian sylvia ersland
22 04 June 1997 FLORAL SHOP OWNER/SERIAL KILLER SLYTHERIN GRADUATE HALFBLOOD LONDON, UK | PERSONALITY: Vivian is shy most of the time and prefers her own company in place of public places. She doesn't care much for people, but that's because she knows what comes from the dredge of society and how disgusting people can actually be. Sometimes she likes herself, but her wariness to trust much of anyone as well as her "pastime" makes her thoroughly believe she's just not lovable and capable of being a "normal" human. She's quite self-conscious and has a habit of second-guessing herself when it comes to normal social interactions. In contrast, her confidence does come out when she's hunting and when she sets the stage for her victims. ASPIRATION: While she knows it's a futule effort, Vivian wants to see serial killers done away with one day, herself included. She thinks of herself as a "necessary evil" in the world; taking out those the authorities don't have enough information on or refuse to make a move on. She doesn't consider herself "good," rather just someone that's needed to help make the streets safer for the normal person to live a regular life without having to worry about someone hunting them. | LIKES: - Gardening - Her family - Watching people pay for what they've done - being alone - hunting her prey - the thrill of a kill DISLIKES: - sleezebags - heavy storms - being alone - strawberries, blueberries... any berries, really. - crowds |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Mother: Elizabeth Blackbyrn (Ersland). 44. Pureblood, Deceased Father: Thorleif Ersland. 51. Muggleborn, Deceased Brother: Ishaan Ersland. 26. Half-blood. Bass/vocals - Dead Magicc Paternal side: Grandfather: Klaus Ersland. 67. Muggle. Retired storekeeper Grandmother: Lene Brekhus (Ersland). 64. Muggle. Retired secretary Uncle: Ernie Ross. 50. Muggle. Construction Worker Aunt: Mariann Ersland (Ross). 50. Muggle. receptionist Cousin: Bailey Ross. 27. Muggle. Assembly Line Worker Cousn: Magnus Ross. 25. Muggle. Teacher Uncle: Aaron Dale. 54. Muggle. Pediatrician Aunt: Lise Ersland (Dale). 47. Muggle. accountant Cousin: Amara Dale. 24. Muggle. Mortician. Uncle: Johannes Ersland. 42. Muggleborn. Felon. Aunt: Eva Lonning (Ersland). 41. Half-blood. Photographer. Cousin: Katrine Ersland. 17. Half-blood. Student at Hogwarts. Maternal side: Uncle: William Edgar Blackbyrn II. 50. Barrister with the Wizengamot Aunt: Serena Merideth Blackbyrn. 47. Unemployed socialite. Cousin: Michael Rene Blackbyrn. 24. Defense Barrister with the Blackbyrn Set of Chambers Cousin: Merideth Angelina Blackbyrn Abrams. 22. Prosecuting Barrister and Partner with Blackbyrn Set of Chambers (She is not currently married but uses a different name in legal practice). Cousin: Yuuma Kurosaki, 33, Obliviator Second cousin: Atsushi Syouma Kurosaki, 15, Student at Hogwarts, Gryffindor. Second cousin: Natsuki Kurosaki, 15, Student at Hogwarts, Slytherin. Cousin: Jun Kurosaki, 27, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures worker Cousin: Copyn . 27. Pureblood. British Ministry: Wizengamot. Randall & MacNeil SoC |
CHILDHOOD. | Vivian was born the youngest child to Thorleif and Elizabeth Ersland. Her younger years were peaceful and carefree. She spent most of her time with her older brother, but also got to visit her cousins occasionally. The family on her mother's side was certainly less frequent than her father's side. The Blackbyrn children were more inclined to be involved with them, but the family didn't want anything to do with the "filth" that Elizabeth had married into. As a young kid (like most little children), Vivian didn't really understand the importance of the blood statuses. Her father's family were mostly muggles, her father and one of his brothers the only ones who managed to get magic out of their entire family. Vivian just wanted to play. Her magic manifested early on at about 6 or 7, much to her mother's delight. Her brother had already started at Hogwarts and the family looked forward to having another get her letter. The Blackbyrns were more inclined to allow Vivian and Ishaan around with the insistence of her great-grandmother, though the purist ideals still kept them from being treated like normal members of the family. Vivian was always the shy one, even that young, and tended to keep to herself. The only one of the Blackbyrn family she ever truly connected with was her cousin William. He managed to find ways to draw her out of her shell, usually talking about their horses or coaxing Vivian to explore the woods nearby. |
SCHOOL YEARS. | Right after her 11th birthday, Vivian got her letter to Hogwarts delivered and she was thrilled to join the rest in their magical learning. She wasn't fond about being around other people constantly like her brother had told her about, but she was willing to go through it if that meant she could follow her family. They meant the world to her. It didn't matter how she was treated by the Pureblood side. The fact that she was able to see her cousins was all that mattered. It was in her first year that Viv figured out how much of a green thumb she had as well as a true knack for herbology. She loved it more than any other subject by far. While she was occasionally teased by her brother and cousins, Viv laughed it off and used most of her spare time in the greenhouses and learning how to culture new plants. Time in the gardens was her escape from her mind where she considered it a kind of art in and of itself. Her parents supported and even encouraged this newfound hobby, especially since it got her outside. Of course, Vivian knew they wanted her to make friends and get a social life but the idea of hanging out with others made her cringe. Viv enjoyed school for the most part and loved spending time with her cousins even more since there was somewhat less of an expectation to adhere to the stupid pureblood nonsense that'd permeated her mother's side of the family. The first four years of her life at Hogwarts had gone uneventfully and she could honestly say she found the school to be a second home to her. She looked forward to the school year when she could learn more about herbology and exotic plants as well as other things that the muggle side of her family would just never understand properly. It was the end of June after her 4th year at Hogwarts when her entire world changed. Vivian had gotten some gardening supplies for her birthday, including an ornate set of sheers that her parents had apparently spent quite a few galleons on. It had quickly become her favorite set of sheers that she owned and even before she left school, she would hardly be seen without them shoved into a pocket of her street clothes or uniform. She couldn't wait to get home since the owl her parents had sent her told her they'd built a little greenhouse for her next to a raised flower bed they'd set up in their back yard. The possibilities were almost endless and she anxiously awaited the end of the last couple of weeks before she got on the Hogwarts Express back home so she could plunge headfirst into that garden. It was the end of June of 2012 when she'd finished gardening for the evening and turned off her mp3 player that she heard the screams erupting from inside her home. With the terror surging adrenaline through her system, Vivian investigated the screams only to find her father dead on the stairs leading to the second floor and a murderer finishing the job on her mother. That was when she got her first taste for killing. Vivian had watched her mother die as the psycho who'd gotten a hold of both parents relished in his kills. She almost didn't remember killing the guy, her new sheers stabbing him over and over until she sat over his lifeless body, blood pooling around his head and chest. The thing was, though, she didn't feel that normal guilt that she thought she should have after brutally murdering someone. It felt..... Good. This guy had taken so much from her, had taken her parents' lives, and all she could think was how much she wished she could bring the guy back to life so she could kill him again. It was Copyn who'd been one of the first to come to her. Vivian had gotten done in the garden so she could clean up and meet her cousins for some down time and fun but that had gone sideways so fast. After the attack, Copyn had taken her in. Her muggle family on her father's side couldn't since they didn't know about the magical world in the first place. Her only uncle on her father's side who was magical was in prison and her mother's side wanted nothing to do with a half-blood with trauma issues. Going into her 5th year at Hogwarts, she'd been set up with the school counselor on a weekly basis but rarely talked. That year was, by far, the worst one she'd experienced. Her love of gardening turned into almost an obsession and she had a hard time not spiraling into depression. Copyn had checked in on her often and tried everything he could to get her out of the haze she'd found herself in for months after the attack. It was only a year or so later that Vivian finally started to come out of her shell. The therapist at school finally cracked through and while she didn't open up entirely, Vivian at least expressed the emotions she'd kept bottled up. During breaks and summers, Vivian researched murderers and serial killers in London. Sometimes these were from case files she stole from her cousin, but other times it was just looking at the muggle news and doing research on the missing people in the area. Her first kill after her parents' murderer had been a bit more messy than she'd liked, but she managed to scrub evidence that would lead the police back to her. If her cousin noticed at first, he didn't lead on to it and Vivian developed that need to hunt; the thrill of the kill driving her to do it again and again. It was an addiction and an itch that called to be sated. |
ADULTHOOD. | Aliases: Little Bird, Cyw, Viv, The Blood Eagle Killer It was after she graduated that Vivian decided she was going to take the money her parents had left her and start a little flower shop so she could do one of the things she loved for a living. The autumn after she graduated Hogwarts was when her killing profile evolved into what would earn her the name "The Blood Eagle Killer" by the authorities. Much like her Norwegian ancestors, Vivian took her victims, pulled their ribs free of their spine to spread their ribs out like wings, pulled their lungs out and hung them up to be found. Since she primarily hunted serial killers and the scourge of society, Vivian took to carving clues into the chest of her victims that would lead authorities to the last known locations of their own victims. Few criminals escaped her notice - whether they were pedophiles, killers, drug dealers and the like. All of them would get a form of justice they never expected. Vivian learned their typical prey, their way of hunting and made sure to dredge up all information she could find. By the time she was an adult, Copyn would help with some of the information, though made sure she knew what she was doing was not good from a legal standpoint. But, he didn't stop her from doing it. Perhaps it was because he understood her need for the kill, or perhaps it was because he understood that she was getting rid of the scum before he had to try to defend them for crimes they obviously did. Better to let them get what was rightfully coming to them. So her life now consists mostly of tending to her shop and the occasional hunt that helps scratch that itch. Her family is her world, though only her brother and her cousin Copyn as well as her best friend are the only ones who know the real her and accept her for the person she is. |
Special Situations
During her school years, Vivian was put in counseling at the school and in London for PTSD, Depression, and Anxiety. Copyn helped get the school to help with the bit of paranoia she experienced and accommodated her to a point within her classes. She spent quite a bit of time in the greenhouses where she felt safe.
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RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
Summer break was the best time, thank you very much. School was out, no bed times, and it was warm. Warm enough for horseback rides. Warm enough to be able to tend her garden for hours with her headphones in without having to worry about essays or anything else when it comes to school. It wasn't that she disliked school; rather the opposite. Instead, the prospect of being holed in the dungeons of a castle with a bunch of other kids wasn't top on her list of things she enjoyed. Vivian was the quiet one, the one who always kept to herself no matter how much it ostracized her. Her gardens didn't judge her for being a recluse, though.
The rock music roared in her ears, the sun shining bright above her as her gloved hands worked. Pull weeds, smooth out the soil. Prune the dead from the healthy parts of her plants, then move on. The pruning sheers in the palm of her hand were her favorite so far, despite only having them for the last couple of weeks since her birthday at the beginning of June. Her parents had owled her the sheers before she'd left Hogwarts, and then she'd come home to a full greenhouse of gardening supplies to work with. It'd become her favorite place to just escape.
Vivian sat back and looked at her work with a satisfied smile, then pulled her mp3 player from the pocket of her jean shorts. The song cut short and she wrapped the wire of the headphones around the little device before shoving it into her pocket once again. A scream cut through the renewed silence that filled the air with the absence of music and Vivian froze, her hand clenching around the sheers. She didn't dare move, barely allowed breaths for fear of the noise. Hell, there was no doubt that her pounding heart could be heard even above the next scream that pierced the air.
A hard gulp pushed the knot that was forming in her throat and Vivian forced herself to her feet to slowly make her way from the greenhouse and outdoor garden that stood just beside the house she lived in with her parents. The house where she could hear the whines and cries from her mother as she begged to be spared. Tears blurred her vision, but Vivian blinked them away the best she could. The side entrance was slightly ajar, allowing her to peer into the kitchen area that was offset from the living room.
Nothing. No movement caught her attention so Vivian moved as quietly as she could into her childhood home. The pot on the stove was steaming, the water close to boiling, but Vivian paid little mind to it as another cry of pain and terror jolted her. It was coming from upstairs. She swallowed hard again, her heartbeat roaring to a crescendo in her own ears as she rounded the corner only to stop in her tracks. There, at the base of the staircase, was her father's body. Blood pooled beneath him from beneath his dark polo and soaked into the once ivory carpet of the stairs and landing. His green eyes stared at her, as if boring into her soul but saw nothing at all. They were just glassy and lifeless, just like his form that was perfectly still.
He was.... Dead.
Vivian choked back a sob, her gloved hand shaking as it covered her mouth. Tears fell, a waterfall across her cheeks. Another scream pulled her gaze from him to the top of the stairs. To the right was Vivian's room as well as the upstairs bathroom, but the scream had distinctly come from the left, followed by a muffled sound of someone Vivian didn't recognize.
"Come now, love," the man chimed in in a mocking taunt. "There's no use screaming. You wouldn't want your beautiful little girl to hear you, would you now? Though, it wouldn't be bad if she did. Vivian, wasn't it? So... Beautiful."
Vivian blanched, her stomach threatening to expel its contents at the tone he used. She could only imagine what her mother was going through. Her mother's voice was muffled and Vivian could hear the sharp intake of breaths that spoke of the woman trying desperately not to alert her daughter. The grip on the sheers grew even tighter as step by slow, agonizing step, Vivian climbed the stairs and turned towards her parents' room.
With the door wide open, the gory scene that unfolded caused her heart to pound harder; louder. Mum… she thought through more tears, but it didn’t matter how fast she moved now. Her mother’s own eyes were closed, and the murderer moved away from her with a posture that clearly told how incredibly proud he was of his work. Vivian could hardly take her eyes from her mother’s pale visage, though, as her chest slowly, painfully slowed and then stopped moving altogether.
Time stopped. Her parents were dead. The metallic stench of blood permeated Vivian’s senses to the point that it drowned out all else. She swallowed hard and took another step forward, but only managed to take a couple of steps before the guy turned to face her with a satisfied sigh. He paused, obviously not expecting her to be there, but all she could see was the demented grin that pulled at the sides of his lips.
The next minutes went by in a haze of movement and splashes of blood across her face. She hardly noticed when she sat back on the man’s chest and looked down at her work. Her gardening sheers were still lodged firmly in his left eye socket, but that was nothing compared to the stab wounds that covered his face, neck, and chest in an array of frantic, angry piercings. Vivian stared down at him, his last gurgled breaths spurting blood across his skin and onto the floor beneath them.
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there staring, didn’t know when she’d slid from atop his cooling corpse to sit next to him. The sound of someone else apparating into the house nearby barely cut through the haze. Someone shook her, and a muffled voice attempted to break through the numbness of her brain.
“Cyw, can you hear me? Cyw! VIVIAN!” A hand came to cup her cheeks and pull her face up away from the dead.
Vivian’s gaze slowly tore from the mauled man on her parents’ bedroom floor up to that of her cousin. “Copyn,” she whispered softly, his name barely leaving her lips before she was pulled into a tight embrace. He’d been her first kill, but the guilt she thought she should feel from it wasn’t there. He’d murdered her parents, had taken them from her.
She was only fifteen, just a child. With the familiarity of her cousin, Vivian’s mind finally started to clear a little and the first sob burst forward at the realization of the situation she was now in. Her mother and father were both dead now. Where could she go? Would her mother’s family bother with a half-blood, even if she was family? All of it hit her at once and she simply cried, shaking in her sobs until there was nothing left for her to cry.
The rock music roared in her ears, the sun shining bright above her as her gloved hands worked. Pull weeds, smooth out the soil. Prune the dead from the healthy parts of her plants, then move on. The pruning sheers in the palm of her hand were her favorite so far, despite only having them for the last couple of weeks since her birthday at the beginning of June. Her parents had owled her the sheers before she'd left Hogwarts, and then she'd come home to a full greenhouse of gardening supplies to work with. It'd become her favorite place to just escape.
Vivian sat back and looked at her work with a satisfied smile, then pulled her mp3 player from the pocket of her jean shorts. The song cut short and she wrapped the wire of the headphones around the little device before shoving it into her pocket once again. A scream cut through the renewed silence that filled the air with the absence of music and Vivian froze, her hand clenching around the sheers. She didn't dare move, barely allowed breaths for fear of the noise. Hell, there was no doubt that her pounding heart could be heard even above the next scream that pierced the air.
A hard gulp pushed the knot that was forming in her throat and Vivian forced herself to her feet to slowly make her way from the greenhouse and outdoor garden that stood just beside the house she lived in with her parents. The house where she could hear the whines and cries from her mother as she begged to be spared. Tears blurred her vision, but Vivian blinked them away the best she could. The side entrance was slightly ajar, allowing her to peer into the kitchen area that was offset from the living room.
Nothing. No movement caught her attention so Vivian moved as quietly as she could into her childhood home. The pot on the stove was steaming, the water close to boiling, but Vivian paid little mind to it as another cry of pain and terror jolted her. It was coming from upstairs. She swallowed hard again, her heartbeat roaring to a crescendo in her own ears as she rounded the corner only to stop in her tracks. There, at the base of the staircase, was her father's body. Blood pooled beneath him from beneath his dark polo and soaked into the once ivory carpet of the stairs and landing. His green eyes stared at her, as if boring into her soul but saw nothing at all. They were just glassy and lifeless, just like his form that was perfectly still.
He was.... Dead.
Vivian choked back a sob, her gloved hand shaking as it covered her mouth. Tears fell, a waterfall across her cheeks. Another scream pulled her gaze from him to the top of the stairs. To the right was Vivian's room as well as the upstairs bathroom, but the scream had distinctly come from the left, followed by a muffled sound of someone Vivian didn't recognize.
"Come now, love," the man chimed in in a mocking taunt. "There's no use screaming. You wouldn't want your beautiful little girl to hear you, would you now? Though, it wouldn't be bad if she did. Vivian, wasn't it? So... Beautiful."
Vivian blanched, her stomach threatening to expel its contents at the tone he used. She could only imagine what her mother was going through. Her mother's voice was muffled and Vivian could hear the sharp intake of breaths that spoke of the woman trying desperately not to alert her daughter. The grip on the sheers grew even tighter as step by slow, agonizing step, Vivian climbed the stairs and turned towards her parents' room.
With the door wide open, the gory scene that unfolded caused her heart to pound harder; louder. Mum… she thought through more tears, but it didn’t matter how fast she moved now. Her mother’s own eyes were closed, and the murderer moved away from her with a posture that clearly told how incredibly proud he was of his work. Vivian could hardly take her eyes from her mother’s pale visage, though, as her chest slowly, painfully slowed and then stopped moving altogether.
Time stopped. Her parents were dead. The metallic stench of blood permeated Vivian’s senses to the point that it drowned out all else. She swallowed hard and took another step forward, but only managed to take a couple of steps before the guy turned to face her with a satisfied sigh. He paused, obviously not expecting her to be there, but all she could see was the demented grin that pulled at the sides of his lips.
The next minutes went by in a haze of movement and splashes of blood across her face. She hardly noticed when she sat back on the man’s chest and looked down at her work. Her gardening sheers were still lodged firmly in his left eye socket, but that was nothing compared to the stab wounds that covered his face, neck, and chest in an array of frantic, angry piercings. Vivian stared down at him, his last gurgled breaths spurting blood across his skin and onto the floor beneath them.
She wasn’t sure how long she sat there staring, didn’t know when she’d slid from atop his cooling corpse to sit next to him. The sound of someone else apparating into the house nearby barely cut through the haze. Someone shook her, and a muffled voice attempted to break through the numbness of her brain.
“Cyw, can you hear me? Cyw! VIVIAN!” A hand came to cup her cheeks and pull her face up away from the dead.
Vivian’s gaze slowly tore from the mauled man on her parents’ bedroom floor up to that of her cousin. “Copyn,” she whispered softly, his name barely leaving her lips before she was pulled into a tight embrace. He’d been her first kill, but the guilt she thought she should feel from it wasn’t there. He’d murdered her parents, had taken them from her.
She was only fifteen, just a child. With the familiarity of her cousin, Vivian’s mind finally started to clear a little and the first sob burst forward at the realization of the situation she was now in. Her mother and father were both dead now. Where could she go? Would her mother’s family bother with a half-blood, even if she was family? All of it hit her at once and she simply cried, shaking in her sobs until there was nothing left for her to cry.
OOC INFO
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Other Characters:
Carman Tynan : Who Are You?
DJ Montgomery : Dinner Date
Maya Ellis : Second Chances
Anashka Markovic : You'll Be Mine
James Tynan : Private Tutoring
Activity Check:
The first 5 characters are free. No waiting period or any activity requirement.
6-10 characters require all active accounts to have a min of 25 posts and post ONE DIRECT roleplay link per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished. As well as one week since your last created character.
11-15 characters require all active accounts to have a min of 50 posts and post ONE DIRECT roleplay link per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished. As well as two weeks since your last created character.
16-20+ characters require all active accounts to have a min of 75 posts and post TWO DIRECT roleplay links per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished. As well as two weeks since your last created character.
DO NOT REMOVE: Your application will be looked over as soon as possible. Please do not ask any of the admins to look over your application unless it has been two days (48 hours) since you've finished the application. You have three weeks to finish the application, or it will be archived. If this happens, you're free to apply again.
