FROBISHER, vicky (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vicksvaporrub) wrote,@ 2008-07-12 00:08:00 |
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...the basics |
name: Victoria Frobisher nicknames: Vicks, Vicky birthday: March 1, 1981 age: 16 blood: Halfblood house: Gryffindor wand: 10 3/4" Maple, Unicorn hair accomplishments: N/A. languages: Just your standard english height: 5' weight: 143 lbs hair: Auburn eyes: Blue distinctive marks: None style: Coming soon! |
...the stats |
mother: Amelia Frobisher father: Penn Frobisher siblings: brother-in-law: sister-in-law financial: Wealthy, but not stuffy significant other: crush: future love: past love: best: other: enemies: Lots familiar: a barn owl named Rafiki |
...history |
Victoria was born to Penn and Amelia Frobisher in March of 1981. She was not desired, but no less dear to her folks. Having wanted a boy and recieving a girl, they hardly knew what to name her and certainly didn't know what to do with all the stuff they had purchased for their first son. So, needless to say, Victoria had a very interesting childhood. She grew up in Wales in a small cottage with just her and her parents. They had all sorts of land with gorgeous scenery and plenty of places to explore. Certainly, that's what little Vicky did. Ever since she was able to walk, Victoria was always snooping around looking into things and being nosy, something her parents had to appreciate just a little. This assured them that in the future, she wouldn't be uninterested in her surroundings and take everything for granted. This was the truth, so far. Her mother used to take her around the property to pick flowers, or raspberries or to pick up eggs from the chickens, so this girl had no problem getting her hands dirty or touching any sort of animal. Which actually turned out to be a hobby for Vicky. She honestly loved animals and was always outside with the sheep or goats playing with them. When she was around seven or eight, her father put her on his broom and took her for a ride. Naturally, she was absolutely horrified at first, but quickly grew to like it so much that when Christmas rolled around, she asked for her own. This opened a whole new door for the family when Vicky took up flying and soon enough, she was playing Quidditch in the backyard with her parents. Well, at least she tried. Her father taught her several decent flying tricks, how to dive without face planting the ground or how to turn quickly. She became very skilled in flying and couldn't wait to try out for the Quidditch team of whatever house she was sorted into. Naturally, she grew up to be a bit of a tom boy, always out getting muddied up from playing with the animals or getting banged up from failed attempts in flying and playing Quidditch. Perhaps it was because her parents had wanted a boy so badly that they had accidentally taught their daughter to be like one in some sense. Vicky didn't seem to mind, so her parents thought very little of it, loving her no matter what. They knew she'd grow out of that stage at some point, but until then, she was their dirt loving daughter who couldn't get enough of flying. On her eleventh birthday when she received her owl from Hogwarts, no one was surprised to see that she was invited. Soon came the list of supplies and she was off to Diagon Alley with her mum and dad. It was her first time ever there, so she was fascinated, to say the least, by everyone milling around buying animals and books, cauldrons and brooms. Frankly, she was completely beyond herself when they were there and just couldn't help but get even more excited about going to Hogwarts. Once on the Hogwarts express, there were no empty compartments, so she sat with a rather nerdy looking bloke. They talked the entire six hours to Hogwarts and soon became good friends. Andrew Kirke and Victoria Frobisher were to become best friends in time. Once at Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor without even a second thought by the sorting hat. So naturally, she was brave and courageous and had no problems what so ever making friends other than Andrew. Though, much to everyone's dismay, Victoria got along with the blokes in her house better than the females. She didn't know why, nore did everyone else, so more often than not, she was probably hanging around Andrew or Ritchie or even Jack Sloper, but hardly ever with girls. One girl that did become her friend was Demelza Robins. The two had all their classes together, their beds were next to each other in their dormitories and they seemingly had the same likes and dislikes which brought them even closer. In the years between then and the present, Vicky didn't change that much. She became interested in Charms and dueling, Quidditch and Wizards Chess, but not boys and not fashion. She remained a bit of a tom boy for a while until she hit puberty. When she finally did, she grew into herself and was noticeably much prettier and curvier. As if an overnight transformation, Vicky went from 'Vicky Frobisher' to 'Victoria Frobisher' in her house, the Quidditch player bird that had little problems getting the attention from the blokes that she liked on and off the field. Her attitude changed dramatically and she became interested in girlier things like clothing and make up. Soon she became friends with a lot of the girls in her house, though she always kept Andrew very dear to her as her closest and best friend. Since then, she's gained more interest in Quidditch and tries to rally the younger girls into joining the team, hoping they could take the same interest she did when she was younger. Victoria isn't the most popular girl in her house, but she's certainly not hated and rather appreciated for her support and love for the house and its team. She took up the Charms club when she succeeded in producing charms that would make anyone her ages' jaw drop and balanced Quidditch, as well, hoping that if that Ginny Weasley girl ever loses interest, she'd make captain instead. |
...personality |
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