Post by AMAYILA VERITY VOLKOV on Aug 23, 2014 0:29:26 GMT -5
 Amaliya Verity Volkov Twenty Pureblood Potions Master at St.mungos Twelve inches, billywig stings, Rowen BIRTHDAY: 20 May 4th PATRONUS: Lion, when she can find a happy enough memory. ABILITIES: Metamorphmagus, Occlumency The explanation Personality is subjective, something that can be faked, twisted, changed and out grown. Most of the time its drugs or alcohol that change our personality, permanent change is caused by trauma from childhood incidents, they way your parents raised you or the way you learned to push through life like a bull in a china shop. It doesnt matter if you're nice as the angel or as dastardly as the devils, it is possible to change sides. It's not a matter of why you changed, its always about what made you changed though i suppose both statements are one in the same. Change is also another thing that one should look into. It can be sudden, gradual, slow, or seemingly non-existent. Seemingly because even if its for the worse everyone changes as they go through life. Even if they stay the same height for all eternity they grow as a person, a husband, lover, killer, bastard, investor. Still this is supposed to be about my personality, but in all honesty i consider myself a chameleon. Now a chameleon is a creatures who changes itself to look like it's surroundings. In the same respect I am the type of person that will get me what i want. Which means, my personality is a reflection of what im trying to aquire..maybe who im trying to aquire might be more accurate. I guess the best thing to do is swear that im not a con-artist, a cheater, a liar, or a sinner. Okay maybe that last one is a lie but im honestly a good enough person, when i try. Its tough learning the ropes of the world on your own. You learn pretty quickly that everything is about take, you take what you want at every turn at all cost. Once you get it, you hold on with all you have. The Traits Obsessive everyone has an obsession on some level, sometime it turns passion. Passion for the arts, dance, but passion for people, is something different. I won't ever give up untill i get what i want. The person i want will always have my devotion and yes i know that sounds creepy. I don't have the mental capacity to understand giving up it. Letting go is something foreign to me. When you love something let it go was never actually practiced nor spoken in my household. You either got what you wanted and kept it safe, protected. Or destroyed what you couldn't have because it was better than someone else having. Conditionally Compassionate Sometimes things don't add up and maybe being caring and able to show feelings seems out of place but i like to think everything has its exceptions. I'll never be a save the thestrals type person and yes im a blood snob but for the right person, i can show enough emotions, enough care to make it work. Perhaps it's part of being a Chameleon, i like to think i managed to turn out pretty okay. Then again, it's conditional which might signal something wrong with me in general. Possessive It's something that all Humans have, no matter how much they try to hide it. Possessiveness is a primal trait that appears in others, some more than some. It's unfortunate that my possessive nature tends to take a turn for the worse as far as Jealousy is concerned. It's borderline explosive and of course irrational. Not that I find it a bad trait to have as all humans are a bit dark on the inside. It just happens that some are more dark than others. Blood thirsty This comes from being raised to fight kill,harm,main,show no mercy to those deemed unforgivable...unsuitable in a pureblood society. Triggered by my anger and sometimes boredom, its the world only the strongest survive. The Dark Everything starts out with the dark, before you open your eyes everything around you is big and scary and when you open them it’s no less true. I guess everything starts with being the third one born the Volkov family. In household that only wanted boys, being a girl was incredible tough because her father never treated her any different than her two brothers. From the time she was able to walk which was around age one up until she left for school at age eleven she was taught two sides of the same coin. Her mother taught her to be a proper pureblood girl and her dad taught her to be hunter. She had to curtsey and keep quiet but tough and aware, looking back on it it seemed to make her a better hunter, except it wasn’t always easy. Her mother always that a women had no place as a hunter and for the most part a lot of her family members agree. Amaliya was isolated for majority of her life and well upon meeting other students, she had a hard time playing nice for a while. Eventually she learned how to hide the instincts she learned at home. Training When she was seven, her father thought she was old enough to learn hand to hand combat and like her brothers he never left up on her training. She wasn’t allowed to be weaker because she was girl but her uncles and aunts often tormented her because they felt she should be in a dress and off drinking tea. Her first accident came from a delayed reaction, she was learning to quicken to reflexes and her father caught her arm with a throwing knife. The knife left a mark that promptly went away, which helped her discover her talent of being a metamorphmagus. When she was nine her uncle grew angry at the fact she had beaten her cousin in hand to hand combat and set his siberian husky on her. It was a vicious dog she was never allowed to pet, it bit into her leg and wouldn’t let go. She had no choice but to kill and her father grounded her for two weeks but secretly he was very proud of her. At age ten, she was taught the beginnings of english seeing as she already knew German, Russian and a bit of French it was only natural that English came next. When she was eleven it was when the real the training began. At age fifteen, she had gone camping with her father, just her and her father. She knew exactly what would happen and why she was there but nothing could compare to the real thing. The pure adrenaline rush, the force of the knife tearing through….it imprinted itself in her memory. She was more than willing to do it again and again and again. Ruining her chance at redemption, not having to see what the person looked like outside the full moon was a privilege not many had. Amaliya wasn’t fully aware that each creature had a face, a family...until she had to actually stalk her target. She found that they had children and wives...daughters and thats when it sunk in. She was seventeen when she realized she was just as much a monster as the ones she purged from society. By age nineteen she learned to block her mind, keep her emotion so far down that she could blend in and function with normal people. Nobody needed to know what she did on the full moon. She was a technically a rogue, not swearing vows to any family not even her own. Of course she had a reason, her father wanted not only a hunter but an assassin, some he could use to kill the men who denied him what he wanted and who else to choose but a beautiful young lady. Her brothers were outrage that their father would try and exploit her like that but she expected no different. She broke away from her family and her mother had another daughter, only this time the girl was way to soft to become a hunter so they contracted her to another family’s son. School years She went to Durmstrang, nothing too traumatic happen to her at school. It was always a dark dreary sort of school. There was a spartan feel to it and her father was able to continue her training there, but her brothers were the ones who taught her how to kill. Even if her brothers thought she had no place as hunter they supported her and had to admit that she was good at what she did. The Both Vitaly and Dmitry were extremely protective of her and pretty much ruined any chance of dating she had. They scared of boys and they were afraid to even be her friend. eventually when she was fifteen they were long gone, Vitaly being three years older than her and Dmitry being five years older than her. She could finally mingle with the male population but she found them rather boring. They were all the same, they all wanted something they would never get and they could never stay faithful. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to men stepping out, it was pretty much a hunter’s motto. They had a wife and something on the side to keep them from killing the missus. At age sixteen she felt her first heartbreak, her boyfriend has slept with someone she thought was a close friend and she couldn’t find herself caring to much but at the same time her chest hurt at the thought. Perhaps it was more about the friends betrayal and less about the boy. She knew that the world was filled with boys and she could find some more discreet about their transgressions. At seventeen she graduated and became an apprentice to a potions master two years later she scored a job as a potion’s master at St.Mungos, even though she was pretty young she did her job well. Adult life Her adult life wasn’t exactly what she thought it would be, she works both jobs and then sleeps. She parties, drinks flirts with the male population and then gets bored with them before anything can get to serious. She sees being in a relationship as weakness and might have a few commitment issues but a lot of hunters do. She doesn’t think she’ll ever settle down and well that’s completely okay with her. hey guys, my name is MARIE! and I am rocking it at 17 years old, role-playing for roughly two and half years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the eastern time zone, and hail from America so how about that! currently my character looks just like ksenia vasylchenko or so i am told! I found y'all at My magical wardrobe and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as Leyshell conner Preston Sherwood, Liam Ifinoh, Irene Hawthorne, Ryne sanders and 20 other hooligans, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
