Post by .Alice Vyrei Trev'na ! on Mar 2, 2011 23:40:51 GMT -5
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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Alice Vyrei Trev’na !
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Sarcastic - Disdainful - Intelligent - Daring - Arrogant
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: Alice was brought up by her mother to be the perfect daughter. Never in her classes was she allowed to fail nor walk out without achieving the highest marks possible. Her scholastic achievements were the prominent feature in her mother’s plan for her daughter. As such Alice is always incredibly sure of herself to a fault, making her utterly overconfident in her abilities both magical and intellectual. The effect Adrienne’s departure from the family put a great deal of strain on Alice and her mother’s relationship as now no matter how hard Alice tried her efforts were never perfect enough. Perhaps it was some need to right the wrongs with Adrienne and push Alice all the harder and make at least one of her daughters the image of supposed perfection. In this way Alice is always hard on herself when she fails at anything, constantly berating herself for foolish mistakes and losses. Again as a result of Adrienne Alice is ultimately a bitter individual and has grown emotionally hardened as she matured over the years.
Maybe it is some misplaced sense of duty to her tattered family, but Alice pushes herself to be that perfect daughter and perfect protector for her mother and Anna. As such she has a frosty exterior coated with sarcasm and vice. Silently Alice knows that she must shed the delusion of her perfection and the fantasy of good and evil when the moment calls for it. Violence is not beyond her, nor is harming others if it will keep her family safe and her world secure.
All and all Alice Vyrei Trev’na is a hard and rather strictly laced individual who operates with a dash of overconfidence and rashness.
At Hogwarts Alice presents herself as something of a bookworm, only grudgingly playing the part of a disdain laced pure blooded social butterfly during the summer months at the estate when her time is not absorbed by her lessons. Her mother was always strict in that when Alice was at school her classes were far more important that anything else, friends, colleges......vendettas...
Still the young woman maintains an open ear for any hint of Death Eater activity and makes a point to act when she feels it is necessary. But vendetta aside, she is a rather mature creature for her age, no doubt a result of Adrienne's influence on her past. She is reserved most of the time, except when there is a moment in class to smugly shove her intelligence in the faces of others.
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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OVERALL DESCRIPTION: Alice cuts a modestly tall lean figure with a modest musculature. Her face is sharply angled and bears a warm skin tone reminiscent of olive. Dirty blonde tresses are normally not allowed to swing freely and are customarily kept tied back in a smart bun or crown ponytail to keep them well out of her face. Alice’s russet eyes are large and some might consider doe like, nearly over sized for her tapered features.
Often her wardrobe consists of white crisp blouses when not in uniform along with mindfully pressed trousers of a muted color or grey. Rarely does she wear skirts or dresses, and only for special occasions or quiet outings by the lake. Even then her style is repressed and neglects the need to demand attention by wearing bright blinding colors. Instead the young woman would far rather wear a simple garment with a clean stylish cut than some childish assortment of string tops and shorts. If any color at all is present it is always either muted blues, greens and burgundies or single garments amid calm neutrals with a dusky brush of color such as a bold cobalt or emerald.
Her image is always preened carefully even if she does not follow with the local trends of her age group. Alice was forced to grow up quite quickly and her garments reflect that maturity.
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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Alice Vyrei Trev’na was born in Cardiff England where her parents had been staying at her Aunt’s home during the length of Vivain’s pregnancy. The father, Maxis Trev’na would have his life taken in the crossfire during the lasting effects following many years after wizarding war, during a small localized Death Eater raid in the outskirts of Pevensey, leaving the three sisters without a father. Still they were a prideful well-to-do family and they kept their chins high as they grieved for their loss. His death was one among many during those days, the idea of his demise was certainly one that his daughters had already considered and come to terms with long before he departed.
Regardless of Maxis’s death the Trev’na line was still a prideful, albeit dying strand of pure bloods still clinging to their precious history and smugness. This image of the perfect pure blood wizarding family would soon be shattered when Alice was in middling years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The eldest Adrienne was the most alienated of the girls early on, often shying off to her rooms rather than spend time with her sisters. The crowd that Adrienne ran with was an unusual bunch, all pure bloods from similar pride stricken families. Certainly Alice and her older sister had their disagreements but they had been a close duo up until Adrienne fell in with her new throng of friends.
Still it was not expected for Adrienne to take so heavily to her dark little circle of mates that she would leave her mother and siblings to become one of the most feared entities in the magical world; a Death Eater. Yet in the face of all hopes and ‘what ifs’, the eldest girl of the Trev’nas’ disappeared one afternoon leaving a weeping mother in her wake and the promise that one day she would return only to rob them of Anna since she was “still young enough to have potential."
Alice changed then, her entire persona freezing over in the understanding that the world was far bigger than what she had believed it to be. She grew hard and unforgiving then, her heart hidden behind a cage of iron, her capacity for mercy and hope weakened to a soft whisper. She would see to it that Anna lived a life free from the deep seated feat that now dwelt in Alice’s heart, that her family would never be touched by that accursed war again. And if Adrienne came to call again, Alice would be there waiting. Till then, Alice Vyrei Trev’na is content to tear down the Death Eater organization stone by stone in any way she could until the Wizarding world was safe once again.
Her mother Vivian and her little sister Anna now dwell in the safety of her Aunt Fa’vaille town house in Cardiff since the painfully empty Trev'na Manor is far to lonesome with its vacant halls and dangerous out in the wide haunting moor lands. When not at school finishing out her final year Alice has takes up residence there at the family estate , living alone save for two trusted servants. As of this present moment the Trev'na Estate has been offered by Alice as a 'save house' for the Order of the Phoenix who she admires as the one organization who has always stood against the Death Eaters. In time she hopes to join their ranks pending her graduating.
It is in unendurable patience that Alice waits for Adrienne to return and make real her threat to take another sister away from her. And all the while Alice prepares for that moment, doing all that she may in secret to bring security and hope back to the Wizarding world, so that perhaps in time their family will no longer live in perpetual fear.
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Alice is as her mother intended an individual who values scholarship and receiving the highest marks possible in her classes. In reality Alice finds a certain form of serenity in setting herself to her studies as her intellect and how much and what she learns is under her control unlike the tattered edges of her family. She excels in potions work, finding the direct unfettered science of working with both ordinary and magical compounds something that will be the same day in and a day out, and again something that she can easily control.
Transfiguration takes a bit more effort for Alice to contend with, as it is less memorization related and more effective simply with practice. Of course she is more than willing to put in all the time necessary to practice such things, and in time enough the young Trev'na gains command over the spells she is instructed to utilize.
By far the most exciting thing for Alice during her last year at Hogwarts is the extended practice of Conjuration, making matter and living things appear out of "thin air". To be utterly blunt, Alice had begun toying with this sect of magic early into her second year, her owl Sian can attest to that fact due to several singed tail feathers when she came in to close to another of Alice's "attempts."
All of that aside, Alice is know to be an individual known to appreciate her time alone with a book in hand in the library or the common room. The only time that she is shown to display any interest in her fellow students is with a mention of some new Death Eater raid or arrest, or anything pertaining toward a new source of danger for the wizardry world. Every morning in the great hall she can be seen with half a dozen news papers splayed out before her along with a potions book as she searches for any hint of Adrienne's appearance. Always watchful for some new shadow rise, Alice will ensure that the Trev'na household will never again be ripped by an enemy unseen.
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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The scent of sweat stained the cool night air in Cardiff, the odor of musk and salt mingling in her nostrils as a push of lightly frigid air swam about the vacant car park. Stars glimmered quietly overhead, faint pinpricks of blues, golds and greens, distant suns whispering of worlds untouched. Such wonder was lost to Issildia as the remote glittering of the constellations wheeling about Old Earth brought nothing but the grim reminder that her home was so very far away. Cobalt eyes resided on that glitzy nocturnal tapestry but for a moment before she stopped suddenly, the coat she wore swinging briefly about her legs with the abrupt halt.
Human voices sounded, bearing the strict pitch of one doing their duty, regimented and well rehearsed. The flicker of blue lights immediately alerting the composite humanoid to the presence of a gaggle of Old Earth police officers. They emerged from a concrete building surrounded with half rotted rubbish, the sound of music thrumming from within. A single onyx brow rising as she caught the image of a young man, evidently unconscious being drug out of the night club, his head lolling about as he was unceremoniously stuffed into the police car. A soft flickering of shadow and a slow uncoiling veil of dust was all that heralded Issildia’s disappearance from the edge of the adjoining car park.
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Wind slapped against her face now, blood streaming through her veins like a flood swollen river. She knew that man’s face from Old Earth’s histories, primarily that of the Institute. The one who had been arrested, a face that reminded you of a gaunt hard bitten dog. Air coursed in and out of her lungs with a practiced flex of the diaphragm to keep her heart beat even and un-stressed. Footsteps pounded against the angled shingles of a steep chapel roof, her body compensating for the moments when her boots did not find purchase on the slick surface. Every once and again her torso leaning in to set a hand on the slanting clay tiles to swiftly reassert her balance whilst never breaking her solid gait. The blue flicker of police car lights moving below her as her shaded silhouette followed in the wake of the vehicle.
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Owen Harper, field agent and medical officer of Torchwood Three, she recited mentally. The Cardiff office had been a blip in the history of the Institute after the fall at Canary Wharf. Her handler Rorek had seen to it that Issildia learned that this particular institution of Torchwood was nothing but an anomaly, an offshoot not to be considered a real part of the organization at any point in the group’s history. Owen Harper had an unusual history himself, thought Issildia was unsure of where this particular version of the man was in his timeline. Still she tracked him now not for the information she could procure from him; No indeed Issildia hunted down the man for the single reason of instilling a link between herself and Torchwood Three’s commanding officer, Captain Jack Harkness….
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~It smelt of fecal matter and blood inside the diminutive holding cells of the Cardiff detention center. Her exo-suit clad form emerging from a ceiling tile that had been removed due to some vent related repairs. Slowing, holding onto a solidly attached water conduit Issildia eased down into the vacant hall ribbed with at least a dozen barred cubicles designed to temporarily hold criminals. Her booted feet hit the floor with the slightest whisper of sound as her musculature absorbed the shock of the fall with practiced ease.
Immediately her body silhouetted as a splinter of moonlight against the obsidian hide of her exo-suit sunk away into the gathering shadows of the corridor. All of the interior lights of the Detention Center were turned off save for the glimmer coming from some distance office of the night guard round the corner.
Issildia’s senses were certainly not what one might consider superior to a human’s, but her genetics had been harvested from the best of humanity, and she was certainly able to catch the sound of breathing emanating from the cell nearest her position. Moonlight, coupled with the glow from the city streets illumined the holding cell via a small window with a single shaft of silvery light that just barely caught the form of a man within.
She acted boldly then, her voice silken with layers of arrogance and frost intended to bring a reaction out of the man she hunted.
“Owen Harper.” Issildia uttered, the words dripping with varying levels of disdain, a faint drawl of disappointment lingering over the utterance of his name. She was well aware of how the grey strands of moonlight were splayed about her image, allowing them only to crest the edge of her face, and the rim of her body. She was only just out of reach from the edge of the bars, the distance carefully calculated to dissuade the Torchwood medic from any rash actions.
“Torchwood’s finest…” She spoke that same disdain now darkened, laced with a silent venom. A pause stretching eternally between her next string of words, lingering against the echo of her first statement.
“What a disappointment you are…”