Post by fleur on Nov 23, 2010 15:34:00 GMT
FLEUR ISABELLE DELACOUR.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
[/font] I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknames phlegm.
gender female.
playby clemence poesy
age eighteen. 12/10/77
year beauxbatons academy of magic graduate.
house/job gringotts wizarding bank employee.
wand
wand rosewood. veela hair core.
9½ inch length. inflexible.[/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/COLOR][/font]
eyes blue, sparkling, knowing.
stature 5'6'' 125 lbs.
tattoos and piercings none whatsoever.
distinguishing features fleur has veela blood in her ancestry, making her somewhere around a quarter veela herself. as such, fleur has a distinguishable aura about her and produces a vague silvery light that enhances her beauty while lessening others. however, it seems that a certain emotional atmosphere or perhaps even through choice, fleur can make her aura flatter and enhance those around her as well.
flaws physically, and including the fact that fleur has veela in her blood, it is very hard to detect see or pinpoint flaws in her image. perhaps an acceptable flaw is that she is far too aware of her appearance and as such can appear incredibly vain. another might be that she can feel flaws in herself, meaning that she can be easily unsatisfied with her appearance and work to rectify it immediately.
appearance let's say that fleur's life in beauxbaton's academy of magic has imprinted on her. you see, the colors that fleur most often wears are the same shades of beauxbaton's school uniforms. fleur is usually seen in shades of silvery blue or powder blue, and usually are made of silk, egyptian cotton or other expensive materials. this being said, fleur does not only wear shades of blue, her wardrobe can be quite extensive as most gather and every article is rather luxurious.[/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.[/COLOR][/font]
o. luxury.
o. prestige.
o. bill.
o. france.
o. charms.
dislikes
x. filth.
x. pure-blood mania.
x. being condescended to.
x. quick judging.
x. being underestimated.
boggart being reduced to something so plain that she has no originality. having everything taken away that she adores or holds precious and leaving her a blank face without individuality or a reason to exist.
patronus standing out. being herself and being surrounded by the people and things she holds most dear. fleur's patronus takes the shape of a peacock.
mirror of erised in all honesty, fleur wants to meet the perfect wizard, fall in love, get married and settle down to have her own children. she holds motherhood in very high esteem and hopes to move on with her life now that she's graduated.
veritaserum fleur is now petrified of grindylow after her dip in the black lake, and is secretly ashamed of herself for doing so poorly in the tri-wizard tournament.
amortentia
o. crisp winter air.
o. cinnamon.
o. vanilla.
personality Perhaps Fleur Delacour's greatest flaws is her lack of tact. She is incredibly blunt, you see, and says whatever might be on her mind no matter how rude it may sound or hurtful it may be taken. Fleur doesn't consider this act cruel, or judgmental, merely honesty. This entire flaw is probably because of her confidence. As a part-veela, powerful witch and from a noble and wealthy family, it is only normal for Fleur to be a tad over-confident.
Despite this, Fleur is only too aware of her own limitations. She realizes the extent of her magical abilities and though granted they are much smaller then the average witch, and she constantly strives to push these limits, she knows when to quit while she is ahead. Fleur Delacour is also strong-willed and independent. She faced the might of the Tri-Wizard Tournament not only on her own, but without fear. The only time that she can be seen as frail or defenseless is when her sister Gabrielle is in danger and she is unable to protect her.
Lastly, Fleur can be very compassionate and caring, and is the most loyal witch you will ever meet. It is true that her loyalty is very hard to earn, but once it is truly gained it will never falter. Fleur's compassion and caring attitudes are most often applied in concern to her sister, but have been witnessed directed at others; namely those that she cares for. Fleur really does have the potential to be a very wonderful person, if only she could keep her opinions to herself![/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
siblings gabrielle delacour - 10 - student at beauxbatons academy for magic.
pets none whatsoever.
birthplace paris, france.
hometown paris, france.
ethnicity quarter-veela. french. speaks french fluently and english well enough, merely with a strong french accent.
blood pureblood. though fleur is admittedly a pureblood her and her family do not hold the same mindset toward muggle-borns or half-bloods as their fellows. they are much like the weasleys in that sense.
history Fleur Isabelle Delacour was born unto a very proud and prestigious Monsieur and Madam Delacour in the heart of Paris, France. The time was cold and chill, and snow drifted from the pale skies on that December night while the stars and moon could be caught in glimpses through the cloud cover. Being half-veela herself, Madame Delacour looked on to her newborn child and saw the silvery glow drifting from her skin, marking her a quarter-veela respectfully. The now mother and father were overjoyed at their darling babe and hastened to name her Fleur Isabelle Delacour.
As a child it was obvious Fleur possessed the confidence and bluntness that most veela or partial-veela can be known for, as well as what her rich upbringing inspired. For Madame and Monsieur Delacour were far from poor, far indeed. Fleur was raised in a wonderful house just outside of Paris and seeing as her entire family was magical - ninety percent being pureblood - she was constantly immersed in, around and aware of magic. Fleur was a spoiled child, but that did not mold her as it tends to do others. Madame and Monsieur Delacour knew how to properly parent their daughter, and as such Fleur might be used, prone to or expect a higher way of living, but she is not dependent on it nor does she act as other wealthy children and adults do.
Fleur is the eldest of her generation in the Delacour line. When she was around three or four she began to receive newborn cousins, most who were entirely veela. Though her cousins and aunts were breathtaking and could create the veela aura in potent, intoxicating levels, Fleur was not unaccounted for. Indeed, Fleur was considered the most beautiful of the family, and her being only partially veela accounted for that. For while her veela relatives looked as they did, Fleur looked more genuine. More real, with the quarter-veela blood to make her look other-worldly.
When Fleur was at the honest age of eight Monsieur and Madame Delacour had yet another daughter, this time named Gabrielle. Fleur instantly assumed the role of over-protective older sister, and did so with grace and willingness. She loved Gabrielle more then anything else in the world. On one noteworthy occasion Fleur's veela cousins visited when Gabrielle was just barely out of infancy. One remarked to the other that the toddler was 'far from the prettiest thing they'd ever seen'. Fleur was consumed by sudden fury, and in such a rage, her magic took hold and caused both cousin's luscious blond hair to turn bright blue, their faces to break out in rashes and their eyes to turn 'dirt brown'.
Of course Fleur's aunts were outraged as they tried to magically rectify the bewitchments. Meanwhile, Fleur merely cradled Gabrielle and said bluntly; 'Zey deserved worse zen zat.' When Madame Maxime arrived on the Delacour's doorstep in the summer after Fleur's tenth birthday, her parents were thrilled. Madame Maxime instantly struck Fleur as a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her size only helping to compliment the rest of her features. Madame Maxime explained to Monsieur and Madame Delacour that Fleur had been invited to Beauxbatons Academy for Magic, where she was to be trained as a proper witch.
Surly the Delacours knew that Fleur would be enrolled, having counted on it since the day of her birth, but they were still overjoyed at the proof of it that day. So it was that Fleur was escorted by her parents to acquire her very own wand, one which was as gracefully crafted as her mother's with a hair of Fleur's own grandmother in its core. Even sooner still after this Fleur went to Beauxbatons for her very first year of education, leaving her darling sister Gabrielle for the first time. It was hard, no doubt, to do without her beloved family. But Madame Maxime had taken as instant a liking to Fleur as she had to her headmistress in turn.
It became apparent at once that Fleur was something of a prodigy among her classmates. She was not the most dedicated in her studies, but she still remained at the top of her class in both the academic and talented sense. Not only was Fleur pristine, but she excelled more then anything else in the subject of Charms. It didn't take more then a day or two for the girl to fall in love with the palace of Beauxbatons, and though her heart ached for Monsieur and Madame Delacour, and especially her darling Gabrielle, her love for the academy helped ease the pain.
So Fleur progressed through her years at school, taking a liking to the male gender at once and navigating the temperamental field of popularity with graceful ease, almost as well as her studies. Fleur's test scores were the highest, her magical capability astounding, even by Beauxbaton's high standards. In Fleur's seventh and final year of education she accompanied Madame Maxime and a dozen or so of her fellow seventh years to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in honor of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
Fleur knew of the Tournament, and dreamed desperately of being selected as the participant for Beauxbatons to make her family, headmistress and mentor, and country proud. What more, the lack of Beauxbatons's castle for the great number of foreign boys to peruse was a fair trade in her opinion. The seventeen-year-old witch placed her name gracefully in the Goblet of Fire, and at the Halloween Feast that year was selected to be the Beauxbatons Champion! It was directly after this when Fleur discovered that the Goblet had chosen an addition fourth champion in the form of Harry Potter.
Fleur was outraged, as was Madame Maxime, though for different reasons. Whereas the headmistress was furious that Hogwarts received another - and highly unfair - form of winning everlasting glory, Fleur was livid that those in power were going to allow a 'little boy' to compete. She saw her darling Gabrielle at Harry's age, facing what lay ahead in the tournament and tried her very best to ensure it would not happen. All for naught. Harry was decided to compete, and joined Fleur, Cedric Diggory and Viktor Krum as champions.
Throughout the remainder of the year, if Fleur was not concentrating on her studies or training for the next Tri-Wizard Task, she was allowing the boys of Hogwarts and Durmstrang to obsess over and flatter her. Sadly, the Tasks were so demanding, and her final year of education so important, the last got little attention. In the first Task, Fleur was to face the Common Welsh Green dragon and retrieve its golden egg. The girl met the challenge with grace and determination. At first Fleur casted an infamously difficult charm which hypnotized the dragon in to a state of resigned slumber. Alas, in this state the beast snorted happily and, via a small jet of flame, ignited Fleur's skirt. She easily doused the fire and retrieved the egg, passing the first task.
The next tasks would not be so easily bested. In the challenge of the Black Lake, Fleur made use of the Bubble-Headed Charm but was viciously attacked by Grindylow and used all of her magic to escape without being drowned. But the desperation and heart-wrenching fear that gripped her heart when she fled, only to discover that Gabrielle was the captive she was supposed to retrieve! Fleur tried her best to plunge back in to the lake despite her fear, but was restrained, disqualified because she quit the challenge prematurely. But no sooner had Cedric and Viktor come back victorious and the clock neared its chime of finality that Harry Potter broke the surface with not only Ron Weasley in tow, but also Fleur's sister!
Elation brought Fleur from her downward spiral of misery and despair. She latched on to Gabrielle and refused to let go. After that the witch thanked Harry and his friend Ronald by kissing them on each cheek. It was then that Harry Potter not only received Fleur's hard-earned trust, but it was then that Fleur viewed Harry as not a 'little boy' anymore, but her equal. The final task was the hedge maze, grown and created in the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch. Seeing as Fleur was in last place after her failure in the previous challenge, she entered the maze lastly, after Cedric, Harry and Viktor.
Alas! No sooner had Fleur entered and began to navigate the maze when Bartey Crouch Junior - currently disguised via Polyjuice Potion as Professor Moody - made use of Alastor's magical eye to find her in the maze and stun her strongly enough to knock Fleur in to unconsciousness. When Fleur came to, she had been taken by the Professors patrolling the maze and revived outside of it, having failed two out of three challenges. The shame that this brought upon the girl was short-lived, however. For when Harry appeared outside of the maze with a Tri-Wizard Cup and the dead body of Cedric Diggory in tow, all else faded from importance.
Fleur, having bonded with Cedric and even taken a romantic interest in him, was devastated. She attended the End-of-Term Feast that served also as Cedric's Memorial Service, and sat in grim depression while Professor Dumbledore declared that the Dark Lord had returned. At first Fleur thought Dumbledore nothing but an old man who had served one too many terms as headmaster. But as she looked in to the eyes of the elder wizard, she knew his words to be true, just as when she looked at Harry's it was only further proven genuine news. Still, all of this somber and colossal news didn't stop her from admiring a sibling of Ron Weasley's who had attended the service.
Fleur bid the Hogwarts and Durmstrang students a fond farewell, and having graduated the top of her class from Beauxbatons, went back to France to see what she would do with herself. Fleur investigated a few potential careers, but found the idea of working for Gringotts National Wizarding Bank all the more appealing by the day. She had enjoyed England very much and would love to return to 'Improve her eenglish!' So Fleur began a part-time job at the bank, and no sooner had she come for her first day when she noticed that the same sibling of Ronald's that she had became quite obsessed with worked there also! Now... what might happen next?[/ul][/size][/color][/font][/left]
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.[/font]
age je suis seize. (16)
experience de nombreuses années. (a long time)
password there isn't one
member title enchantress...
anything else? non.
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Madame Maxime's large hands cupped her slender shoulders. For a woman of her size, the headmistress could do so many complicated and intricate things with those long, bejeweled fingers. Just as Madame Maxime moved as if through water she now bent low over Fleur's shoulder and whispered in urgent French to her prize pupil. "Rappelez-vous du plan?" The veela closed her eyes and took a deep and soothing breath. Of course she remembered the plan. It would have been against the rules for Madame Maxime to actually come up with the strategy herself, but she had approved of that which Fleur designed.
"Être forte." Olympe's last words of encouragement. 'Be strong'. Fleur nodded through her visage of concentration and the great form of her mentor rose from her hunched position and walked gracefully across the tent to disappear with the other superiors to beyond. Cedric stood before the champion's exit of the tent and took a few soothing breaths, wand wobbling experimentally in his fingers. There was a moment of silence, even the crowds outside the tent ceased their endless cheering... BOOM! Cedric turned and flashed one more charming, albeit strained, grin before ducking out of the tent and leaving Fleur with Viktor and Harry.
The witch stayed put whilst Harry seemed to be whispering something to himself and Viktor paced impatiently along the length of the tent. "Are you two worried," Viktor asked as he paused mid-stride. His accent was rather enticing, and Fleur realized just what pull her French-coated words had on the boys from Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Before anyone could answer there was a deafening sound of gasps and several screams from outside. Harry jumped to his feet, Fleur remained seated but all three champions looked in an alarmed way toward the tunnel of tarp that led to the task's field.
Silence. Fleur could feel her heart beating in her throat and all thought of accents and boys fled her mind without incident. Applause! Cheers, whoops, hollers, whistles! Cedric had done it! Fleur felt relief flood her cheeks, turning the slight rosiness that had bloomed on them back to her flawless complexion. "You're up," Viktor said severely. Fleur nodded in agreement and slowly stood. The curtain of blond hair which usually danced like fairies along her back was bound in to an elegant twist to keep it from interfering. "Good luck," Harry added past something in his throat.
Fleur took a rejuvenating breath and turned to her fellow competitors. All doubt or worry was gone from her face, or at least perfectly hidden. She appeared calm and confident in her abilities, as she would have on any day when she was not going to face down a dragon. "To you as well." Fleur turned on her heel and walked gracefully toward her challenge. The corridor of tarp flapped in the wind and she approached a large door with several wizards posted - wands at the ready - around it. "Whenever you're set," one said with a grim expression.
Fleur exhaled in a whoosh and walked purposefully forward. There was a great deal of wand-work by the wizards guarding the door, but it opened soon enough, and the veela steppped beyond in to a small niche of shadow. Beyond her cave of protection stretched a circular ground of jagged rock and black gravel, surrounded on all sides by stands that housed the audience. Visible in the very middle of the arena, bound by large chains to the rocks around itself, was the Common Welsh Green dragon, clawing at the rocks and shooting blasts of emerald fire in to the air. There, right between its back legs was the golden egg!
Impulse conquered Fleur for a minute, and she almost jumped forward to try and claim it as fast as she could. Thankfully, logic and rationality took over. The moment she left the shady spot behind she had to be ready. Fleur ran over her entire strategy and all of the possible variables, differences depending on what might go wrong. When she was certain nothing would slip her mind, the veela stepped hurriedly from the darkness and her wand cracked to attention. At once a stream of smoke and multicolored light burst from its tip and went directly over the surprised dragon's head.
With a complicated movement of her wand, Fleur watched as that same globule of energy and misty detonated in a brilliant display of fireworks that filled half of the arena and claimed all of the dragon's attention. Fleur jumped agilely over a gap in the rocks and ran around to the back of the dragon while it was preoccupied. To no avail! The beast opened its maw and loosed an inferno of green flame which obliterated any sign of the fireworks. Fleur stopped at once, for the smallest noise would alert the glittering dragon of her presence. Alright, time for phase two, she thought coldly.
With a flick of her wand, the witch unleashed a resounding crack of noise. The audience gasped at the seemingly suicidal move. The dragon spun suddenly, his emerald scales glittering in the pale sunlight, and looked at her murderously. Fleur was already working though, as her enemy turned its great body round. Her wand danced through the air and a pearly glow started to issue from its tip. The Common Welsh Green dragon roared and opened its mouth wide. Fire gurgled up its throat and oozed between its teeth, but too late!
Fleur thrust her wand forward in a powerful motion and that same pearly glow focused in a heavenly spotlight which shone directly on the dragon's head. The inferno that was about to escape the beast's maw shivered and dispersed as it gave a satisfied grumble and looked dreamily in to the beam her wand was producing. Fleur did not smile or even allow herself to feel mildly satisfied, even as the crowd leaned forward noticeably to watch. The Welsh dragon snorted happily and a stream of that same green fire seared through its nostrils and bathed the rock to Fleur's left in blistering heat.
The temperatures were so intense that the hem of Fleur's skirt started to smoke! She had to deliberate for a moment, and finally gave a flick of her wand. The dragon closed heavy lids contentedly and began to snore as it nestled on the ground before the egg. Fleur brandished her wand and water rushed forth to extinguish the budding fire on her dress. With that out of the way, Fleur walked calmly around the slumbering dragon, stepped over his tail with ease, and grasped the golden egg... Applause shattered the silence and still the dragon did not wake! Fleur grinned for the first time and curtsied as wizarding officials moved forward hastily to retrieve her and and the dragon. She'd done it!
"Être forte." Olympe's last words of encouragement. 'Be strong'. Fleur nodded through her visage of concentration and the great form of her mentor rose from her hunched position and walked gracefully across the tent to disappear with the other superiors to beyond. Cedric stood before the champion's exit of the tent and took a few soothing breaths, wand wobbling experimentally in his fingers. There was a moment of silence, even the crowds outside the tent ceased their endless cheering... BOOM! Cedric turned and flashed one more charming, albeit strained, grin before ducking out of the tent and leaving Fleur with Viktor and Harry.
The witch stayed put whilst Harry seemed to be whispering something to himself and Viktor paced impatiently along the length of the tent. "Are you two worried," Viktor asked as he paused mid-stride. His accent was rather enticing, and Fleur realized just what pull her French-coated words had on the boys from Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Before anyone could answer there was a deafening sound of gasps and several screams from outside. Harry jumped to his feet, Fleur remained seated but all three champions looked in an alarmed way toward the tunnel of tarp that led to the task's field.
Silence. Fleur could feel her heart beating in her throat and all thought of accents and boys fled her mind without incident. Applause! Cheers, whoops, hollers, whistles! Cedric had done it! Fleur felt relief flood her cheeks, turning the slight rosiness that had bloomed on them back to her flawless complexion. "You're up," Viktor said severely. Fleur nodded in agreement and slowly stood. The curtain of blond hair which usually danced like fairies along her back was bound in to an elegant twist to keep it from interfering. "Good luck," Harry added past something in his throat.
Fleur took a rejuvenating breath and turned to her fellow competitors. All doubt or worry was gone from her face, or at least perfectly hidden. She appeared calm and confident in her abilities, as she would have on any day when she was not going to face down a dragon. "To you as well." Fleur turned on her heel and walked gracefully toward her challenge. The corridor of tarp flapped in the wind and she approached a large door with several wizards posted - wands at the ready - around it. "Whenever you're set," one said with a grim expression.
Fleur exhaled in a whoosh and walked purposefully forward. There was a great deal of wand-work by the wizards guarding the door, but it opened soon enough, and the veela steppped beyond in to a small niche of shadow. Beyond her cave of protection stretched a circular ground of jagged rock and black gravel, surrounded on all sides by stands that housed the audience. Visible in the very middle of the arena, bound by large chains to the rocks around itself, was the Common Welsh Green dragon, clawing at the rocks and shooting blasts of emerald fire in to the air. There, right between its back legs was the golden egg!
Impulse conquered Fleur for a minute, and she almost jumped forward to try and claim it as fast as she could. Thankfully, logic and rationality took over. The moment she left the shady spot behind she had to be ready. Fleur ran over her entire strategy and all of the possible variables, differences depending on what might go wrong. When she was certain nothing would slip her mind, the veela stepped hurriedly from the darkness and her wand cracked to attention. At once a stream of smoke and multicolored light burst from its tip and went directly over the surprised dragon's head.
With a complicated movement of her wand, Fleur watched as that same globule of energy and misty detonated in a brilliant display of fireworks that filled half of the arena and claimed all of the dragon's attention. Fleur jumped agilely over a gap in the rocks and ran around to the back of the dragon while it was preoccupied. To no avail! The beast opened its maw and loosed an inferno of green flame which obliterated any sign of the fireworks. Fleur stopped at once, for the smallest noise would alert the glittering dragon of her presence. Alright, time for phase two, she thought coldly.
With a flick of her wand, the witch unleashed a resounding crack of noise. The audience gasped at the seemingly suicidal move. The dragon spun suddenly, his emerald scales glittering in the pale sunlight, and looked at her murderously. Fleur was already working though, as her enemy turned its great body round. Her wand danced through the air and a pearly glow started to issue from its tip. The Common Welsh Green dragon roared and opened its mouth wide. Fire gurgled up its throat and oozed between its teeth, but too late!
Fleur thrust her wand forward in a powerful motion and that same pearly glow focused in a heavenly spotlight which shone directly on the dragon's head. The inferno that was about to escape the beast's maw shivered and dispersed as it gave a satisfied grumble and looked dreamily in to the beam her wand was producing. Fleur did not smile or even allow herself to feel mildly satisfied, even as the crowd leaned forward noticeably to watch. The Welsh dragon snorted happily and a stream of that same green fire seared through its nostrils and bathed the rock to Fleur's left in blistering heat.
The temperatures were so intense that the hem of Fleur's skirt started to smoke! She had to deliberate for a moment, and finally gave a flick of her wand. The dragon closed heavy lids contentedly and began to snore as it nestled on the ground before the egg. Fleur brandished her wand and water rushed forth to extinguish the budding fire on her dress. With that out of the way, Fleur walked calmly around the slumbering dragon, stepped over his tail with ease, and grasped the golden egg... Applause shattered the silence and still the dragon did not wake! Fleur grinned for the first time and curtsied as wizarding officials moved forward hastily to retrieve her and and the dragon. She'd done it!
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