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TRIXIE Dolohov
22 June 6th, 1998 Auror Ilvermorny Graduate / Thunderbird Half-Blood London | PERSONALITY: Witty -=- Snarky Intelligent -=- Juvenile Creative -=- Rebellious American -=- Emigrated Auror -=- Alcoholic Independent -=- Addict Bastard -=- of a Bastard -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -Doesn't particularly appreciate her heritage, but keeps the surname Dolohov out of spite. -She keeps bandage wraps in her back pocket for comfort. -Suffers abandonment issues and has difficulty letting go of people. -Trixie is resentful of her birth parents and grateful for her adopted family. -She is not a thrill-seeker, and prefers to calculate risks. -She is entirely okay in a scrap. She is also entirely okay at getting beat up. -Trixie is avoiding addressing her mental health, instead taking it for granted and letting things happen. -She is working on her physical fitness (but not as hard as she should) -She actively resents herself for not pursuing a career in Quodpot or Quidditch. Those were happier times... if it wasn't for... no... -Trixie is absolutely terrified of failure in her job as an Auror. Friction back in the MACUSA led to her transferring across the pond. If she fails here, there's no going back. -It's always okay to punch a blood purist. -Romantically distant. Physically open for business, but she's running from one person in particular... -Don't you dare say the L-word. Do not, ever, say the L-word. Four words never did so much damage to a person. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ASPIRATION: She knows what the future holds for herself, but she'd very much like to be able to run from it forever. Death, an enclosed space with no way out, and someone mourning the loss of her. Yes, that technically applies to everyone who gets a burial after death... but... if you only knew what can't be said here. That said...Trixie's immediate future is at the bottom of her next whiskey sour and at the end of her current pack of cigarettes. She's an Auror and wants to succeed at her job because if she doesn't, she won't know how to handle that. What does she really want? She wants to jump back on a broom and become a Quodpot or Quidditch star in spite of the myriad reasons why that can't happen. She wants to be left alone about her issues so she can overcome them herself. That'll be the day. She'd really love a quiet beach house with someone she loves for the reasons she chooses, her mind clear and unbothered, no magical culture war banging at her door, no paperwork to file, no lingering attachments to her blood family, her bar stocked for an apocalypse, and plenty of visits with her adoptive family... yes... that'll be the day. | LIKES: -Broom Flight -Expensive Books -Whiskey Sours -Ice-cold cola -Quodpot -having a plan -ghosts DISLIKES: -small insects -conformity -arguments -not having a plan -waiting -slow music |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Father: Antonin Dolohov, Incarcerated at Azkaban, status unknown, hopefully rotting forever. Mother: Catherine Jane Barrette, 45, Tattoo Artist, Witch, didn't do her mother proud either, Seer (NOT THAT SHE EVER TOLD TRIXIE THIS VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION!) Siblings: None that she knows of... unless daddy-o had other bastard children before losing his stupid war and going to prison forever. Adoptive Father: Merrick Delgado, 57, Wizarding Bar Owner in Los Angeles, CA. Adoptive Brother: (Open) Delgado, Older than 22. Adoptive Sister: (Open) Delgado, Older than 22. |
CHILDHOOD. | Patricia Catherine Dolohov was born at some point, she doesn't care which. Pick one and run with it if you like, just don't ask her too much more about it. Her father screwed an American half-blood squib toward the end of the Second Great Wizarding War after she lied about her own blood status. While her dad was off losing a war and getting sent to super wizard prison for the rest of his probable life, Patricia's b****-queen mom wasn't that interested in being a single parent after it became clear her evil fling wasn't coming back. She even gave Patricia her father's surname instead of her own. For a few years, Patricia lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment in L.A., in a haze of cigarette smoke and resentment. The worst part was actually her mother occasionally uttering some strange words about people Patricia didn't know. Typically, these utterances were related to people's deaths, but Patricia did not understand them, nor did her mom explain. Really, Patricia wasn't quite sure about a lot of things, save one, by age 5: she hated the name "Patricia". She would think for hours about alternative names and write them all in a notebook... until a customer of her mother's happened to refer to her as "Trixie". The alternative name stuck like glue to the young Trixie, feeling more natural than other name in her notebook The tattoo business in L.A. grew increasingly competitive and contentious, causing Trixie's mother to have to close her tattoo parlor and move. But, she did not move with Trixie, instead decided to start a new leaf entirely and give up on the whole motherhood thing. Under the auspices of bankruptcy, b****-queen gave up Trixie for adoption. This landed Trixie in the care of the eponymous Mme. Brouchard of Mme. Brouchard's Shining Stars Orphanage for Exceptional Young Witches and Wizards. MBSSOFEYWAW sucks as an acronym, but at least Mme. Brouchard was an empathetic sort who did her best to console Trixie during that dark time. |
SCHOOL YEARS. | What Mme. Brouchard could not help was the attitude Trixie developed, which frequently got her into trouble. For years, Trixie did her utmost to be as difficult and un-adoptable as possible. If life was going to play unfairly, she'd play unfair right back. When she was 11, she was invited to attend Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she was sorted into Thunderbird. School started difficult for her to grasp, as the change from public no-maj school to a magical school was initially uncomfortable, but she discovered that she was profoundly average among the rest of the student body. In her 3rd year, she found her real passion in broom-based sports when she tried out for her house team on the advisement of a professor. She started as a reserve player, but made the team as of her 4th year, and stayed on the team until graduation. Also during her 4th year, Trixie was adopted by Merrick Delgado, a kind and wonderful man who owned a wizarding bar in Los Angeles. Trixie was surprised to find out that she had also become an adopted sibling, as Merrick Delgado had two children of his own who were older than Trixie by a few years. Life with the Delgado's was a significant improvement; however, Trixie refused to change her surname, believing that she had a duty to do better by it than her father or the tart he got pregnant. In her 5th year, Trixie learned -on her own study- how to brew potions that would change her hair color. That is when she began to sport a wild variety of hair colors. Otherwise, Trixie's grades generally improved toward a little bitty bit higher than average, and after scoring solidly in her Charms, D.A.D.A., Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, and Magical Law N.E.W.T's, she followed the career advice of her more-favored professors after taking a break for a few months. |
ADULTHOOD. | Of course, this meant working at her adoptive father's bar as a server, which she really didn't love, so she got back to that career advice and started into the MACUSA Auror training program. During this time, she also legally changed her name to "Trixie", leaving behind "Patricia" once and for all. Her other professional option had been to try out to be a professional Quodpot or Quidditch player, but she figured her grades shouldn't go so-quickly to waste. She could always go back and change her mind, but things would not turn out so ideally. While on a Winter training assignment in Europe, Trixie was abducted. She had no idea who had taken her or why, but after waking up in a cell, she kept hearing the words Accona Desert, prison, and creature.. Trixie knew that there were terrible witches and wizards in the world, but this first hand experience was hell itself. Now she really understood what horrors her department might face in the future. Little food, random cell-invasions, torture, and harsh experiments all pushed her to develop or experience something related to her maternal bloodline's natural talents. Throughout, Trixie didn't understand why until the very end. What she experienced there left her terribly scarred in more ways than one. After months of grueling torment, there was a revolt. The prison had been infiltrated, a fire had broken out, and Trixie was able to join in the uprising long enough to beat down a few of her captors and then sneak off alone to make her escape. Far enough away from the prison, she managed to apparate away to safety, and -eventually- get back home to the states. She spoke of her experiences with very few other individuals. What she had experienced... what she had been witness to... was too much. At first, Trixie began hiding her new scars, drowning her memories of that time in alcohol, calming her nerves with nicotine, and filling her days with as much overtime as the Auror Office would allow. Over time, she would come to hid her scars less, but her other vices and stress caused a lot of friction within her department even after she had finished training and was sworn in as an Auror. This friction came to a head, and Trixie chose to try to salvage her career and got herself transferred across the pond to the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic, hoping for a fresh start. |
Special Situations
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RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
Marcia watched the girl almost lock up at the revelation about Thestrals. The way she had to ask if she had seen someone die really confused Marcia. There was a LOT more going on here than it originally seemed. The desperation in Kahwihta's voice was so weird... Either you've seen someone die, or you haven't. This wasn't like forgetting what you had for...
Forgetting... The memory charm! Had to be. Marcia didn't even register the tightness of Kahwihta's grip on her arm. The thought of someone using a memory forgetting or altering charm on an 11 year old was definitely cause for concern... and intrigue. What had this girl seen that had been forgotten? Then, snapping Marcia back into focus, Kahwihta asked a question Marcia wasn't quite ready to answer. Her eyes sort of stared into the distance behind the first year as she raised her arms to accept Kahwihta's hug. Once her face was out of sight, Marcia's lips formed a half-curious smile as she softly caressed Kahwihta's hair with her natural hand.
"Few years ago in America," she admitted. That much was true. "Incident at Ilvermorny..." She lied, smoothly slipping into a feasible story. "Tragic incident. Careless student."
No, it had been at home in upstate New York... A cleaning maid had angered Marcia's mother by stealing a necklace or a ring or something. Marcia hadn't caught the first part of the conversation, but she had peeked around the corner of the door in time to see the killing curse used. It wasn't long after that her parents sat her down to have a conversation about the Dark Arts. Still... that maid b**** got what she deserved.
"Hey... let's maybe not dwell on it, yeah?" She pulled back from the embrace and, once again, offered a sympathetic smile to Kahwihta before looking back over to the Thestrals. She needed to distract the first year before the questions got too specific. "Do you want to try approaching them? They're probably from the tamed herd the school uses to pull some of the carriages to and from Hogsmeade. I'll keep you safe if they get weird about it."
Forgetting... The memory charm! Had to be. Marcia didn't even register the tightness of Kahwihta's grip on her arm. The thought of someone using a memory forgetting or altering charm on an 11 year old was definitely cause for concern... and intrigue. What had this girl seen that had been forgotten? Then, snapping Marcia back into focus, Kahwihta asked a question Marcia wasn't quite ready to answer. Her eyes sort of stared into the distance behind the first year as she raised her arms to accept Kahwihta's hug. Once her face was out of sight, Marcia's lips formed a half-curious smile as she softly caressed Kahwihta's hair with her natural hand.
"Few years ago in America," she admitted. That much was true. "Incident at Ilvermorny..." She lied, smoothly slipping into a feasible story. "Tragic incident. Careless student."
No, it had been at home in upstate New York... A cleaning maid had angered Marcia's mother by stealing a necklace or a ring or something. Marcia hadn't caught the first part of the conversation, but she had peeked around the corner of the door in time to see the killing curse used. It wasn't long after that her parents sat her down to have a conversation about the Dark Arts. Still... that maid b**** got what she deserved.
"Hey... let's maybe not dwell on it, yeah?" She pulled back from the embrace and, once again, offered a sympathetic smile to Kahwihta before looking back over to the Thestrals. She needed to distract the first year before the questions got too specific. "Do you want to try approaching them? They're probably from the tamed herd the school uses to pull some of the carriages to and from Hogsmeade. I'll keep you safe if they get weird about it."
OOC INFO
Alias: River
Other Characters: Marcia Jaeger - @nils
Activity Check:
The first 5 characters are free. No waiting period or any activity requirement.
Other Characters: Marcia Jaeger - @nils
Activity Check:
The first 5 characters are free. No waiting period or any activity requirement.
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