Post by Brigita Litvak on Feb 3, 2011 19:07:38 GMT -8
Indiana Evans
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I need to calculate
[/font]--------------------------------------------------Name:Brigita Litvak
Age | B-day: Nineteen | 1st May 1992
House | Year: Former Gryffindor, class of 2009
Bloodline: Brigita is ¼ Veela (Her Maternal grandmother) ½ muggle and ¼ magical
Position:Fugitive
Side: Own
Occupation: N/A
Wand: Originally 9 inch, Maple, Unicorn hair.
Her stolen wand is 12 inch, Black birch, dragon Scale.
Hair:Dirty blond and long
Eyes: Sky blue
Height: around 5ft 5 – smaller than the average Veela.
Weight: around 110 or so.
Markings: Brigita has a burn scar on her left shoulder. It happened in early 2011 during her escape from slavery where she narrowly missed a curse.
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[/blockquote]What creates my own madness
--------------------------------------------------Phobia: Brigita is terrified of being taken advantage of. She never wants to be put in a position where she isn’t able to say no. She may put up a hard front, but the world of Slavery scares her. She’s terrified, that if she was to go back there, she will loose what little she has left to hang on to.
Habit: – Brigita loves to dance, it really is a Veela thing. It has a similar effect on males as when a full blooded Veela dances, only to a lesser extent. Mostly Brigita dances just because it relaxes her – although it has some in handy in the past.
- When she’s nervous Brigita tends to avoid eye contact, it’s also a sure sign she’s lying.
Pet Peeve: People who think she can’t handle herself. Brigita is a talented Witch (even with a less than perfect wand) and can take care of herself – she thinks.
Personality:
Brigita is an incredibly strong willed person. Seriously so. She can hide it when she needs to, but naturally, she wishes to stand alone. She finds it hard to be vulnerable with people now – it’s hard too know who to trust these days. Even her old friends, which ones will turn her in and which will stand by her? You just can’t know. It’s easier to trust no one… It’s the only way to stay safe.
But despite that (and although Brigita would never admit it) she’d love someone she could let in. Someone she knew she could trust, but she doubts she’ll ever find them. How would you find then? No… That was a dream which wasn’t practical. Put your trust in the wrong person and there would be big trouble. That wasn’t something she’d ever be able to risk.
It’s been an adjustment for Brigita not to have anyone to talk too now. She’d always had her mother, and during her school years her friends, to talk over issues and bounce ideas with. Now she has no one, she finds it seriously lonely. As a way of coping Brigita talks to herself. It’s the way she works through things in her head – or rather out loud. Call it a quirk if you must. It’s just the way her head works, she needs to hear it out loud to make sense of it.
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[/blockquote]It is impossible to never tell the truth
[/b] She’d gasped, ”I’m sorry!”[/i]--------------------------------------------------
Birthplace: London, England
Family: (Relationship | Name | Age | Position | Blood)
Grandmother | Unknown | Unknown | Unknown | Veela
Grandfather | Isaak Litvak | 63 at time of death | Head of the Control of Magical Creatures Department within the Russian Ministry of Magic
Mother | Agata Litvak | 41 | Formally Russian Liason with Gringotts | Half Veela half Wizard
Father | Francis Bell | 24 | unknown | Muggle
History: Brigita doesn’t know much about her grandmother – her grandfather never spoke about it to either his daughter or Granddaughter. All they knew was She had been a Veela. Agata had always supposed that they had met through Issak’s job, but it had never been confirmed or denied.
Agata was always brought up by her father, and after attending a Hogwart’s like school in Russia, accepted a job in London to as the Russian Liaison. Her English steadily improved, and it didn’t take her long to meet someone. It wasn’t anything serious, a muggle in fact. It was a one night stand, and nothing was meant to come with it… Only it did. Agata was distraught when she first found out she was pregnant she, but she soon fell in love with that little girl.
From the moment Brigita was born she became the center of her mother’s world. She spent her early years living in Diagon Alley with her mother and loved being surrounded by all the magic. She had allot of freedom, and from the age of six could be found running up and down Diagon alley, nose pressed to the windows. All the shop keepers knew the little girl, and were always happy to see her.
Once Brigita turned 11 were was a bit of an argument about where Brigita would attend. Her Mother wanted to send her back to Russia – to get in touch with her roots, but Brigita had other ideas. She’d watched the Hogwarts students come and go from Diagon alley every year, and begged her mother to send her there. Agata had allot of trouble saying no to her daughter, so to Hogwarts she went. Brigita was sorted into Gryffindor, and immediately felt right at home.
Everything went smoothly at the school through out most of her schooling years, Brigita studied and made friends. She was at the Yule Ball in 2009 when the school, and although received quite a scar, she and her friends escaped unhurt. Agata threw a fit when she heard, terrified that her daughter was in danger. But Brigita was a 6th year and a prefect, and she felt it was her duty to stay to help the younger students of the school. If she ran, then they definitely would.
So Brigita stayed at the school, and a year later graduated with the 3rd best marks in her year. As a congratulations present gave her daughter money to go back to Russia with a friend. They left in early June, and planned to stay until September, but a shock from the Daily Prophet sent Brigita into a panic. Diagon Alley in Ruins! Terrorists Strike Again!
Brigita and her friend apperated home as soon as they heard, and apon arrival in her old neighborhood she was told her mother had been taken to St Mongos. She wasn’t hurt badly, thank God, but was very badly shaken. She told Brigita that England was no longer safe, and they were both moving back to Russia. But Brigita refused. England was her home, this was where her friends were. Her country was in dark times but you didn’t run. You stayed and fought. Her mother was upset, but did understand. Agata left a few days after she was released from St Mongos, and for the first time Brigita really felt alone.
But there was no time for self pity. In the Autumn of 2009 Muggle Borns were banned from Hogwarts, and Brigita began to fight. She joined the protestors against the new Government, and wasn’t even deterred when some of them began to disappear. They knew who dangerous what they were doing was. No one spoke out against the new Government lightly – but Brigita thought the cause was worth it. Not that she could for long. In the early hours 24th of November 2009 ministry officials arrived at and her door awoke her. They claimed that her Heritage (being part Veela) broke clause 3 of the Code of Wand use act (No non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand). Her wand was taken for her by a ministry official, and broken in front of her face.
It was ridiculous! She had more magical (or at least human) blood in her than Veela. This was just an excuse to shut her up – by what ever means necessary. They didn’t even have to follow the rules anymore, they could make up their own laws now, or twist exciting ones.
Brigita was taken from her house and sold into slavery, apparently that was the fitting punishment.
SO that was a life for Brigita now. After a short training she was bought by a pure blood couple, who liked the idea of having a Veela as a slave. Brigita gritted her teeth and dealt with it, although her mind never stopped working, thinking of how to escape this. The answer to her prayers came in the form of the couple’s nephew Cameron. He was a year younger than Brigita, and while his uncle was not as effected by her Veela side, Cameron wasn’t. He became mildly obsessed with the girl (which didn’t escape Brigita’s notice) and a plan began to form. One night when she knew Cameron was around the manor, Brigita put her plan into action. She set about cleaning the guestroom Cameron was staying in, and when she heard footsteps in the corridor she began to dance. Brigita was careful to make it seem if she was just bored.
There was a sharp intake of breath, and Brigita turned around as if she’d been startled.
”Oh Sir!”
From the look on his face Brigita knew it had worked…
”Don’t stop,” Cameron had asked, eyes fixed on her.
Brigita began again, this time her eyes locked on the younger boy. He gulped, watching her with a fascination. After a few moments Brigita decided to move this onto the next step, and could only hope the man was deep enough in the trance for this too work. It was risky – as she’d never actually tried this before. She could only hope.
”May I see your wand?”
Cameron nodded eagerly and held the wand (longer than her own Brigita noted) out to her. Brigita stepped forward and snatched the wand – still in shock this had worked.
The escape was on.
Brigita stunned Cameron, before he had a moment to rethink his actions, before beginning to ransack his room. She found a cloak which she swung round her shoulders, along with two money bags filled with Galleons which she pocketed. There was possibly more in the room, but didn’t have time to look. She needed to get out of this house, now.
She almost made it too. Brigita had snuck from the house undetected, and was half way across the lawn before she heard shouts from behind her.
She heard her Mistress’ shriek from the house,” Cameron, someone come HURRY, my Nephew has been cursed!” a pause then, ”HER! The Russian girl! GUARDS! She’s in the ground!”
Well Hell…
Red curses flew passed her shoulders has she ran. One grazing her shoulder. Burning pain shot through that arm but Brigita didn’t stop. If could just get past the gates she’d be able to aperate. But they were closing in on her. So close… So…
” Locomotor Mort –“
And she was there! The moment she past those stone walls she aperated. And she was GONE!
So now she was free, illegally so, but free. And she had a wand, it wasn’t hers, it wasn’t as good as hers had been, but it was better than nothing.
It’s been two weeks now since Brigita escaped, and she has no plans for going back. She wasn’t ever going back to that life. She’d die first. The only issue left was how to keep living like this. Because the stolen money wouldn’t last forever, she was going to have to find another way to get by and fast. [/size][/blockquote]
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[/blockquote]And you're the master
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Name: It’s Latfa again
Experience: 4 ish years?
Contact: Pm me =]
Other Characters: Melissa McCarthy, Gideon Conleth
How'd you find us? Still Google
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RP Sample: See Melissa[/blockquote][/blockquote]