Zoë Valeria

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: brave, willing to stand up for herself, persevering, self-confident, helpful
Negative Traits: has a temper, naïve (from her isolated upbringing), argumentative, impolite, somewhat spoiled
Quirks and Habits:
-Zoë tries out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team every year. She never makes it--she’s far too clumsy--but that’s never stopped her from practicing even harder for the next time.
-She tends to walk with rather loud stomps and gesture a lot with her hands, as if she’s trying to look twice as large as she actually is.
-Her favorite clothing items are leather jackets. She owns several and wears them even when the weather is totally inappropriate for it.
-If you’re looking for a missing Zoë, you should check the kitchens first. She’s made friends with several house-elves and uses it to her advantage to get treats.
Likes: hot girls, hair dye, leather jackets, cinnamon buns, cigarettes, house-elves, punk, pop-punk
Dislikes: her mother, loneliness, fancy events, being short, salads
Boggart: herself in a wedding dress
Mirror of Erised: wearing a jacket decorated with buttons that express her opinions
Patronus: wolfhound

HISTORY

The family had a reputation for strangeness. Somewhere in between changing their last name to claim an Ancient Roman connection, weird magical science experiments in the basement of their mansion, and that one guy who tried to “breed a better wizard” by having children with people with all sorts of magical powers?

Yeah, that’s the family Zoë Valeria was born into.

She grew up as an only child with only her mother Florence for company. Her grandparents were dead, an accident when Florence had been a child, and Zoë never knew her father, though her mother assured her that he was definitely a pureblood wizard.

That was why, Florence explained, Zoë was supposed to like life in the mansion better than outside it. She was supposed to enjoy the dinner parties thrown in a desperate attempt to maintain the family reputation over meeting the children in town to play with. But there was nothing Zoë hated more than itchy dress robes and getting her long brown hair brushed and curled (because, of course, she was never allowed to cut it short).

And that was how she became best friends with the house-elf. She chatted to him about anything and everything, swearing him to secrecy since she was just as much his master as her mother was. The friendship kept Zoë sane when she felt like she was all alone. When she took her mother’s broomstick out for a spin in the garden and fell into a giant rosebush, he helped her patch herself up before Florence could notice.

But the real freedom came when Zoë went to Hogwarts. It was barely a few weeks into her first term when she’d convinced a third-year to bring her some hair bleach from Hogsmeade--mundane or magical, she hadn’t cared or remembered. What she did remember was standing hunched over the dorm bathroom sink with scissors and gloves, chopping her hair to her chin and turning it bright blonde. She remembered looking in the mirror and realizing that she had chosen how she looked for the first time. It was glorious.

The summer before her sixth year, though, was when the worst clash of all between Zoë and her mother began. Without consulting her--probably because she knew exactly what Zoë’s reaction would be--Florence set up an arranged engagement à la some medieval royalty to one of her classmates. At least Rodrik was already a friend, but Zoë made it clear to him--and her mother--in no uncertain terms: Never. I’m gay and even if I wasn’t… I would never be humiliated like that.

PLAYER

RP Alias: Kasia
Pronouns: she/her
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Other Characters: NADEZHDA KAREVA , SKYLAR REID , @roxanne , ISOBEL LINWOOD , MIA-ROSE LINWOOD , EMIL ZALEWSKI , KATRIN TYRELL , LYUBOV KAREVA , SAMANTHA BANKS
Roleplay example:

Mia-Rose was searching for her cat around the castle again. Like her owner, Maisie was determined to do whatever she wanted at any time, and the little calico seemed to be bored of being carried around for the day. Mia-Rose had been fine with her jumping out of her backpack and playing until the cat had run out of the library, forcing her to chase after. She knew the cat was smart and independent, but she was a cat, not a witch. Mia-Rose didn't want to think about what would happen if she got into one of the many dangerous situations around the castle.

Pulling open the slightly ajar door of the trophy room, she poked her head in, scanning the shelves for a flash of white, orange, and black. "My cat," she said, finding a curly-haired boy instead, "have you seen her? Small and calico. The door was open enough for her to come in here, so--" She trailed off, shrugging, not knowing exactly how to continue the sentence.

And so she was surprised when the boy jumped up nervously, nearly yelling at her. She almost jumped back herself, but steadied herself, readjusting her green tie. "Hey, chill. I'll just look around, and leave you alone, alright?" Stepping inside, she began to look inside the cups of the trophies near the door, knowing that they were the perfect size for a cat to sleep in. Unfortunately, she was having no luck with that, but just as she was about to leave, she saw a little paw batting at something on the floor.

"Maisie!" she said, her voice immediately becoming softer. She scooped up the cat, whose claws had caught on a bit of yarn attached to some needles. "Whose is this?" she asked, picking up the project in her other hand and freeing it from Maisie's paws. It wasn't hers--she'd have known if she lost one of her own projects in the trophy room.