#vstrange characters

[justlikebirds]

full name: euphemia melora calanthe potter (née fawley)

nicknames: effie or mia

nationality: welsh

mbti: infj-a

zodiac: taurus

education: hogwarts (ravenclaw)

wand: 10 1/4″, hornbeam, unicorn hair, unbending

special skills: euphemia has always taken interest in the complexities of the earth. she has a particular affinity for herbs and flowers, both of the magical and non-magical variety. when looking for her, be sure to check the gardens behind the potter estate, as she is likely either wrist deep in the dirt tending to her collection of plants or swiped with paint as she immortalizes their blossoms and anatomy on parchment.

boggart: her favorite house elf from childhood lying lifeless, the juice from the poisonous berries she grew staining her lips.

mirror of erised: a blanket sprawled in the middle of a lavender field. fleamont seated behind her, arms wrapped around her middle as she reads. a child––their child––falling asleep in the warm sunlight. 

amortentia: cigar smoke, line-dried linens, cauldron cleaner, sage, strong tea, & cinnamon.

top three qualities in another person: pursuit of passion, tenderness, & dedication.

worst thing about them: a tendency to get so lost in what she’s doing that she shuts out the world, shuts out everyone. she finds herself locked away for hours, days without sleeping or eating. letters pile up on her windowsill unanswered, and the halls, usually filled with the ring of her voice, fall eerily silent. as if she’d never been there at all.

aesthetics: ten candles flickering in the corner at once, the soft pink of a blossoming peony, a cup of tea forgotten and gone cold, notes lining the margins of a well-loved book, the pull of a bow across a violin heard from a spinning record, the swish of a gauzy dress around pale legs, the first drop of rain darkening a stone path, a butterfly landing on a lavender bush, dark hallways, flecks of dried paint hidden within her hair, blades of grass against bare feet, red-tinged shoulders in the sun

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[aneversion]

full name: tom marvolo riddle nicknames: for a moment the lord was a silly joke; banter between friends. now, increasingly, it has lost its comedy. nationality: british mbti: intj zodiac: capricorn education (and house, if applicable): hogwarts, slytherin. prefect, then head boy. never any interest in quidditch. wand: 13½", yew, phoenix feather core special skills: tom has always been rather good at whatever he put his mind to, but these gifts and charms are blossoming lately. in the early stages of mastering occulumency and legilimency, he wields them more like blunt instruments than precision tools, and is already busy splitting his soul apart - though it is currently only in a couple of pieces. aside from the magical, he still has something of his talents for charm and storytelling - he only looks inhuman in direct sunlight. boggart: his own corpse. mirror of erised: immortality; nothing less. amortentia: often, nothing. sometimes (though he'd claim otherwise), the faintest whiffs: dry parchment; the tang of something sweet and rotten; electricity, hot on the air. top three qualities in another person: loyalty. intelligence. ability. worst thing about them: beyond his amorality, his callousness, there is his lack of introspection. he cannot even begin to understand why he acts in the ways he does, or grow as a person, because he is fundamentally stunted. though his intelligence and magical ability are off the charts, his emotional intelligence is somewhere alien - charming but vengeful. calm but filled with unimaginable rage.  he has more intense emotions than most, and fewer categories for them - and with each horcrux, his humanity ebbs futher away. first impressions: studious, serious eyes with the barest hint of a smile. an easy charisma; an understanding of your problems. the slightest hit of crimson in eyes when the light hits them just right. aesthetics: spiders skittering from flashes of light, then curled like corpse fingers on the floor. a raging fire trapped in a bell jar. bruised knees, clean and childish, knelt on a bare wooden floor. a magpie lining its empty nest with trinkets like children. balled fists digging bloody grooves in palms that want. character parallels: iago, othello. damien, the omen. yzma, emperor's new groove. dennis reynolds, it's always sunny in philadelphia. gif that represents them:  

[kenzie-mac]

full name: druella margaux rosier

nicknames: ella, or occasionally el

nationality: french

mbti: intj - an architect who keeps her own counsel and find subtle ways to exert control to keep her world neat and ordered

zodiac: virgo sun, aquarius moon, virgo rising

education (and house, if applicable): beauxbatons

wand: 13″, yew, phoenix tail feather, unyielding

special skills: capable of devouring books in minimal time, druella is also very fortunate to remember mots of what she reads, making her a veritable fount of niche information -- quite the party trick. she is clever, and rather tenacious, when she sees need to be

boggart: as shameful and childish as it would feel to admit: an all-encompassing darkness, without the faintest hint of light

mirror of erised: she is elevated - a queen, fawned upon by those around her, and recognized for her inherent goodness and worth. 

amortentia: her mother’s perfume, so often snuck onto the wrists and behind ears as a girl, to her feels to be the very essence of womanhood; sterile smells that linger once a thing has been cleaned thoroughly, including freshly laundered clothing; apples that have begun going soft; buttery pastry, dotted with cinnamon 

top three qualities in another person: above all druella seeks cleverness and smart conversation - she is easily bored by those who cannot provide it, or who cannot keep pace; purity, as druella is a full-hearted blood purist and cannot and will not be swayed from this worldview; status, as it would not do to associate too readily with those beneath her

worst thing about them: druella suffers from an appalling naïveté and the sheer certainty that the world should be as she wants it and furthermore shall be as she wants it. she is not accustomed to being told no, or to things not going her way - a tragic state of being, for the position she has found herself in

first impressions: brightly glowing skin and a smile that is just right; cheeks eternally flushed as though someone has just told her a supremely inappropriate joke; softly spoken words; a gentle sort of charm and wit; perhaps something of a painfully sheltered girl, though pretty to look at and pleasant enough to be around

aesthetics: porcelain skin which flushes easily and has never known a day’s hard work, or the harshness of a day in the sun; delicate tea cups in a perfectly ordered table setting, around which ladies sit to gossip about those not fortunate enough to join them for their gathering; tall, echoing hallways with marble floors; rooms filled floor to ceiling with remarkable artwork; a red rose that has begun to wilt; the sky, thick and grey and pregnant with snow

character parallels: catherine [the great]; sansa stark [game of thrones]; persephone [greek mythology]

[vstrangerp]

THE BEST BEAUTY POTIONS FOR THE MODERN WITCH

as more and more beauty potions begin to appear on the market, it can be a minefield navigating which ones are worth your time and which are better left to boil off in the cauldron. we asked sacharissa tugwood, the innovative pioneer behind modern beauty potions, for her recommendations on the best products for young witches in today’s society. “we’re entering a new modern era,” sacharissa explained. “now more than ever, young ladies have the potions, skills, and ability to make themselves feel beautiful. with just these three simple products, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t feel as stunning as a basilisk!”

o1. tugwood’s tress tamer: “the latest from our line, this potion is guaranteed to make your curls silky smooth and last all day. it is high time to lose the tangled hag locks and embrace soft curls and a smooth, polished look. a swallow of tress tamer in the morning will give your hair that fresh gleam all day long! believe me--your hair will stay effortlessly frizz-free, even after a rigorous broom ride!”

o2. cease crease cream: “i never go to bed without first using this marvelous cease crease cream! our formula has been infused with morning dew and matured mandrake roots to keep skin glowing. this is a completely versatile cream: use it in the morning and you will immediately notice your skin become visibly fresher and firmer. used overnight, it has the powerful ability to remove wrinkles and dark spots, giving you a fresh, youthful glow!”

o3. erumpent elixir: “don’t resort to blasting charms to fight off spotty skin. we have completely reimagined our incredible elixir to do even more for acne. it now includes seventy-seven powerful ingredients, including spanish lavender extract, acmella, summer snowflake bulb, date-seed extract, algae, and pistachio resin. dab this elixir onto your skin for an instant refresh--and watch those pores literally disappear! i recommend pairing with our restorative moondew moisturizer, as it can be a bit caustic on sensitive skin--but beauty is pain! trust me, once you see the results, you’ll never look back.”

[ sacharissa tugwood is a playable canon ]

[lilwomen]

full name: bartemius caspar crouch nicknames: barty nationality: british mbti: istj zodiac: capricorn education (and house, if applicable): hogwarts / slytherin wand: hornbeam, dragon heartstring, 13", rigid special skills: developing occlumency, barely beginning legilimency; for him, it’s just “for fun”, but it wouldn’t hurt if he managed to impress a few people along the way. boggart: the dmle, in rubble or on fire mirror of erised: he and his mother, drinking tea amortentia: bottled ink, raspberries, a light floral scent

top three qualities in another person: commitment in all forms (usually includes a hardy work ethic); no-nonsense, for the most part; a quieter demeanor. worst thing about them: dangerously moderate at the moment, even when his voice could be utilized for progressive ideals (which he generally believes in). he believes that the means justify the end. also, he’s unendingly pompous, often has an air of arrogance. first impressions: clipped way of speaking; generally in a rush; nice dress robes or suits, and often carrying with him a bit of a smirk. exhaustion is apparent on his face and his fingers are usually adorned with ink or callouses.  character parallels: i’m so bad at these but i always want to do them!!! so i’m here to try. ben wyatt / parks n rec, stannis baratheon / game of thrones, orlo / the great.

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[teena-rps]

full name: 

proserpina cassandra trelawney

nicknames:

cass, cassie

nationality:

british

mbti:

infp

zodiac:

cancer

education (and house, if applicable):

hogwarts; ravenclaw

wand: 

9¾″, pear, dragon heartstring, exceptionally bendy

special skills:

cassandra possesses the inner eye. it has come to give her quite a certain amount of renown. her power manifests itself in various ways; both in traditional forms of divination like cartomancy and crystal-gazing, and more intense trance-like moments and dreams. 

boggart:

the corpse of her daughter.

mirror of erised:

a day of peace and mental quiet.

amortentia:

cigarette smoke; 

sandalwood;

talcum powder;

a cool breeze.

top three qualities in another person: 

patience in difficult situations;

honesty even when it’s dreadful;

a willingness to admit when they’re wrong.

worst thing about them: 

cassandra is a hypocrite of the highest order; while she touts the importance of honesty and openness, she keeps her cards close to her chest, always, and considers herself to be very private. she’ll willingly share information about others, but never give up any about herself. she often expects more from others than she is willing to dole out herself.

first impressions:

what is genuinely surprising to most people is that cassandra simply doesn’t stand out. she’s altogether more normal than people assume and easily fades into the crowd. for those that manage to take notice, she always looks a little bit tired, a little bit sad, with a clear tension to her shoulders, as if she’s carrying some invisible weight upon them. there is, however, an unfailingly soft smile present on her face at almost all times.

aesthetics:

crystal balls; tea leaves; notes scribbled on the backs of tarot cards; baby powder; tired, droopy eyes; butterfly kisses; is this mug full of tea or gin?; soft silky sheets; yawns mid-way through a sentence; dream journals; kitten toe beans; dog-eared pages; porcelain tea cups that never match; bedtime kisses; little shoes next to bigger shoes; children’s story books; pinky promises; ink-stained fingertips; runes in random places; walking barefoot in the garden; gauzy, flowing skirts; gentle touches.

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[seawaterandpinesap]

full name: perpetua fancourt

nicknames: pet

nationality: irish

mbti: estp

zodiac: aries

education: educated in the muggle world; a squib

special skills: astronomer in both the magical and nonmagical worlds - best known for the invention of the lunascope, which is used to view and measure the phases of the moon. 

boggart: being stripped of her accolades under grindelwald’s rule

mirror of erised: shamefully, a wand in hand

amortentia: yarrow tea; dandelion; anise; motor oil

top three qualities in another person: ingenuity - or the ability to make something out of nothing. subversive lifestyles. humour: make her laugh and you’re in.

worst thing about them: she fills up a room with her voice, and she bulldozes even good ideas if they’re spoken softly.

first impressions: a red-framed grin, a smear of lipstick on a front tooth. a cloud of hair that follows the laws of physics as and when it sees fit. an infectious, deafening laugh - a church bell at point blank range. a cigar chomped comfortably between front teeth, choking out everyone around her. an herb offered from behind an ear or an inner pocket: “chew on that, honey. you’ll feel better.”

character parallels: ellen ripley (alien); the grandma (napoleon dynamite); idgie threadgoode (fried green tomatoes); artemis (it’s always sunny)

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[selecaos]

full name: humphrey oliver belcher nicknames: humph, belcher, “that weird man who created a cheese cauldron” nationality: british zodiac: saggitarius education (and house, if applicable): hogwarts / hufflepuff wand: 12 3/4″, walnut, dragon heart string, quite bendy special skills: animal husbandry (preference/skill set being towards cattle and dairy producing stock). inventive magic, some spellcrafting, and a positive attitude. boggart: the downfall of the family farm, burning down and being left cold and abandoned because of his other pursuits. destroying the family lineage through sheer idiocy – the smoldering ruins of hopes and dreams, because of his. mirror of erised: a small level of notoriety -- not necessarily fame -- but being known for doing something, even if it’s a footnote, that isn’t just keeping the farm from collapsing in on itself. amortentia:  camembert, fresh dew, burning wood, and something stranger – further ammonia mingling with the more natural (vaguely unpleasant) scents from the homestead. Properly aged sherry finished scotch.

worst thing about them: some lack of critical thinking and foresight, with a few notable exceptions. humphrey has a general belief that things will work out, despite any obvious signs to the contrary, if he works hard enough and tries to stay as much on the positive side of things as possible: things will work out. the farm will run another day, cheese cauldrons will get made, everything will be fine even if it’s on fire. he’s hard to read for that reason, he could be burning alive and seemingly content with it. first impressions: he comes in with a bang – literally or figuratively, it depends on the day. humphrey belcher is tall, a little bumbling, and by all accounts unassuming until he isn’t; a nice enough fellow, quiet and self-contained. unorganized, easy to excite, an unnecessary twitch at the corner of his mouth, generally not put together and not what is expected. tripping over his own two feet, maybe not entirely there. he smells like something that you can’t quite put your finger on, ammonia maybe? maybe it’s soot, corn? cheese? (you would question the latter, but it makes sense, when you think about it.) possibly tripping over himself, as he is late – again. not the sort of man with a successful anything. aesthetics: sleeves pushed up to his elbows, mud covered boots, dirt under his nails, and clothes that are far too patched (nearly worn through, needing to be replaced, but too far down on his list of things to care about). singed eyebrows, burning wood, something broken – something always broken, something always needing to be fixed –, cracked floorboards, wrinkled papers, shelves overflowing with books and mismanaged notes. too many animals, lists or he will forget something (feed the goats, mind the dogs, tend to the pasture), reminders scattered around, piles upon piles of tools. cheese, scotch, a bottle of wine or two (or three). (cheese cauldron, a line of them, various cheeses and various combinations.) character parallels: jeremy chetri - wynonna earp; anton sokolov & piero joplin - dishonored. mabel & dipper pines - gravity falls. connell waldron - normal people.