they'll never hurt you like I do,
&& we all need a little more room to live.
First Name:
Vance (II)
Middle Name(s):
Lucius
Last Name:
Perseus
Birthday:
September 21st 1980
Gender:
Most definitely male
Year:
Currently in 6th, so about to go into 7th.
House:
Slytherin
Birthplace:
Oxford
Residence:
Oxford
Parents:
Vancha Perseus
Felicity Burnett
Siblings:
None
Relatives (If Any):
Grandparents:
Vance Perseus
Cinder Perseus
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Fate Burnett
Finley Burnett
Pets:
N/A
Blood:
Pure Blood.
Age:
17
Hair Color:
Black
Hair Style:
Average length, with a full fringe and layered sides. Its nearly always sleek and shiny.
Eye Color:
A deep blue with flecks of emerald green. Truly his grandfather’s eyes (on his fathers side).
Skin Tone:
Snowy pale with a few light freckles, which are actually quite adorable.
Nationality:
Half Scottish
Half English
Height:
6ft 3”
Weight:
12 stone
Accent:
Oxbridge Brittish
(very posh)
History:
Vance II’s history begins with his two grandfathers, Fate and Vance I, when they were both at Hogwarts together. Fate was always a year older, the model student: Quidditch Captain, Head Boy, Smart, Popular, Handsome, Funny, Kind and generally an “awesome guy”. Vance was the opposite, the model anti-Christ: hater of sports, camp, lazy, vindictive, popular only through fear, bully of teachers and students alike, highly intelligent, sardonic and violent. Fate never bothered with his grandson, as he had respected his daughter’s choice of husband (the only son of one of his arch enemies), he only sent him cards and saw him some Christmases. Vance spent every waking moment with his prodigy. His son had rejected him, had never been like him, he had been reserved but intelligent. Choosing to keep to himself. He had no time for his son, just as Vance I’s parents had had no time for him. So Vance stayed with his grandfather for weeks upon end. Learning and playing. Vance I taught his grandson how to be him, showed him his journals, his thoughts, his mind. He showed his grandson the world as he had seen it as a teenager. The only thing the grandfather didn’t mention was his break down, how it could all go wrong.
Vance II spent his childhood in and out of manors and houses around the country, sometimes in Oxford and sometimes near Essex he had a good childhood. His grandfather was always there. Even when his parents were not. When Vance turned thirteen he rejected his mother completely, believing her to be a copy of his great aunt. His grandfather had warned him of families to not get involved in.
Vance II knows of his ties to other great families of the wizarding age and began to read up on wizarding history in his first year of Hogwarts. He was rarely seen out of the company of his close-knit of friends and the library. He was doing what his grandfather had taught him, he was building himself up. He was soon the authority on Hogwarts history in the year. He practised spells in his spare time, determined to reach greater heights than even his grandfather had told of. As a Perseus he knew he was expected to turn out to be a bastard and not to go far, or to go too far. Vance wanted to be the perfect in-between.
Vance spent his younger years learning and building up on knowledge, a good three quarters of the library was under his belt by fourth year. He had learned Occlumency from his father and was starting to realise that avenues of self indulgence were opening to him at last. It only began with greed and vanity. It stretched to lust and gluttony. Finally resulting in an exact replica of both his grandfathers. He had the easy going smile and laugh of Fate, whilst the dark brooding violent streak of Vance. Vancha ignored reports of abuse and left his son too it, presumably he knew what was going to happen.
When Vance was sixteen his father was killed in an "accident". In fact he had been killed whilst on an important misson for Voldemort involving some members of the Order. To this day Vance has an intense disliking for the Ministry and the Order, but since he was never hugely attatched to his father he isn't going to about avenaging his death anytime soon. His mother became a recluse and starting spending a lot of time with her parents. Vance was alone again, even his grandfather with no longer around to pick up the pieces. He had disappeared a few days before the death of his son, and Vance still wants to know where he is. He loves his grandfather. More than he’d dare mention. Wants him to just be safe.
Personality:
Vance is just like he should be to be a Slytherin. He is highly ambitious, always wanting to be the best. As soon as he sets his eyes on his goal it doesn’t matter how many hours of work, practice or reading it will take. He will do it. He is cunning and a master at the art of deception and lying. Which he does frequently. The one difference between Vance and his grandfather is that Vance is not lazy, he likes to be on his feet and being active. He likes doing things himself so he can appreciate the achievement and enjoys working alone. He is a natural born leader, like Fate, and hates being ordered around. He likes being in charge and is recognised as having a talent for organization.
He is intellectual and highly intelligent. He likes what he is good at, because he is good at it, and he is good at it because he likes it. And he hates subjects and doesn’t try with those he is crap at. Which aren’t very many. He is exceptional at potions and defence against the dark arts, which is what both his grandfathers were good at. He has Fate’s amazing talent at Quidditch and Fate’s passion for it.
He has a mixed view on relationships and love, he wants it, but believes it doesn’t truly exist and you’re only true, loyal friend is you. He hates disloyalty and the few morals he has a very strong. He is a fun loving guy who can be pleasant when he wants to. He is also slightly feared for his violent streak, his strength and his sharp tongue. He is incredibly sardonic, always putting those around him down. He knows people and human nature, and can turn him being horrible to someone around to make the person feel as if they’ve been harsh to him. He enjoys psychoanalysing people and breaking their confidence.
He will always have the light hearted laugh of Fate, and the attraction to bright blue skies and green grass that Fate had. Deep down is the kind, shy, nice guy – sadly Vance has buried it consciously, hoping to smother it.
Hates:
His mother
Mudbloods
Idiots
Sycophants
Loves:
Women
Violence
Lust
Beauty
Art
Music
Wants:
To be the best
To make sure his grandfather is alright
Wishes:
To be the next “big thing”
Fears:
That his grandfather is dead
Favourite Colour:
Black
Favourite School Subject:
Potions – he’s quite the potion maker
Favourite Animal:
Black Widow Spider
Favourite Food:
Apples
Least Favourite Colour:
Beige
Least Favourite School Subject:
Herbology
Least Favourite Animal:
Slugs
Least Favourite Food:
Celery
Wand Core:
Pheonix Feather
Wand Wood:
Ebony
Wand Length:
14”
Wand Movement:
Whippy
Wand Strengths and Weaknesses:
It is rather good at hexes, curses and the unforgiveables.
Poor at simple charms and iffy on transfiguration.
Special Talents (If Any):
He is an accomplished legillimens.
Vampire – Mist and Advanced Strength.
He is a diploma standard piano player.
He can ballroom dance for Britian.
He is quite the artist.
He loves to cook.
He is a great keeper.
Special Possessions (If Any):
A ring with the Perseus coat of arms on it given to him by his grandfather (Vance I), who never trusted his son (Vancha) with it.
A black cloak given to him by his other grandfather (Fate), Fate was a highly intellectual wizard and had a flare for needlework. Fate made this cloak himself with gold lining, gold buttons and a silk silver inside. The names embroidered on the inside of the collar are Fate Atherton Burnett and underneath Vance II Lucius Perseus. Fate hopes that in the future his grandson will turn out for the better.
Sample Post:
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Peter sat down on the bed, sure it was dark, but that didn’t matter. Peter loved darkness when he was alone. It was his true friend. He could almost imagine it as a being with feelings sometimes. His brow creased slightly, another thought. About a boy. He couldn’t control it sometimes, but he didn’t want to be weak. He shouldn’t be weak. He couldn’t be weak! He looked up as he heard the flick of a light switch.
”Hey, Pete, you coming down? Is Ultra coming down?”The boy smiled and cocked his head, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his bomber jacket pockets.
“No, no, not tonight. Ultra’s not coming out tonight.” Peter said sharply, looking away from the boy and at the ground. He didn’t want to do all the morphing and beating up of random kids tonight. It got tiresome. They still found it funny. Because they’re immature losers. Again, another intrusive thought.
”Come on mate. At least put in an appearance. There’s gonna be girls, there’s gonna be a fight probably. I swear I heard Georgie talking about doing Billy Boy in. Come on, just for a bit.” Peter listened to the pleas, alright, so he did want to go. But he wanted silence right now. He was tired and he’d be begged to morph into some singer and provide the music.
“Alright, no singing, no morphing… and no fighting.” Peter smiled slightly and got up to follow to guy. The guy shrugged and Peter felt a burst of energy. Turning the light off in the room and closing the door he pursed his lips. “Actually, on second thoughts… What if I morph into Billy Boy and surprise Georgie? You know what he’s like. All bark no bite.” The boy laughed and Peter grinned.
”Welcome back Ultra.”.
“Don’t go flashing that name about yet, people may hear.” Peter smiled all the way and talked about the school day. This guy knew more about Peter than most. Enough to have the privilege of calling him Ultra. But that meant nothing really. Peter was tired of people who knew him as Ultra using him for heap amusement. He wanted a proper partner in crime.
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