Daria Troy

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Hannah
Gender: Female
Age: 22
E-mail: [e-mail]
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Years of RPG Experience: More than 6 years I'm not sure exactly ^^'
Other: Removed by Staff

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? Google
What about ISS inspired you to join? It seems like an active community of competent role players. Rare to find that combination now the Harry Potter book craze is over.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Nope ^^;

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Daria Troy
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: 7th Year
Face Claim: Mila Kunis

Canon or Original? Origional

Facial Properties: Daria is, it has to be said, blessed with natural beauty, which she has inherited from her parents. She has an oval shaped face, with a defined chin and high cheekbones. Her eyes are almond shaped and green in colour and the outer rim of the iris is a very deep blue, almost black. Her nose is quite small and straight, with a fairly narrow bridge and relatively wide nostrils. It is also covered with a smattering of dark freckles, which she considers a flaw, especially since she is naturally so tanned.

Her lips are full, both bottom and top, but her upper lip is a little thinner than her bottom lip, and she has a defined cupids bow. Her teeth are straight and white, although she has slightly larger front teeth, which she wants desperately to have corrected when she is finished with Hogwarts. Her skin is relatively dark for a British witch, the result of endless tanning in the summers, and, while she has a few blemishes, she is most prone to blackheads on her nose. She also has a small scare on her left eyebrow, which was the result of her mother throwing a cup at her face when she was five.

Her hair is quite long, reacher just below her should blades, and is dark brown in colour. She has it cut each month to maintain it's lustre and perfect styling, and usually wears is loose with a slight curl, although it is naturally as straight as a pin. She has a lot of very fine hair, which means when she does have a bad hair day, she looks rather like she has stuck a fork in a socket and rubbed her head with five balloons (now that's an image ^_^).

She always wears makeup, and is rarely seen without it, even by the relatively large collection of boys who have stayed the night with her. She always has a flawless complexion, made possible by the large amount of foundation, powder, and bronzer she applies religiously each morning. Her usual eye makeup is black or dark brown liquid eyeliner, flicked out at the edge of her eye, accompanied with lots of mascara, and nude lips made a feature with clear gloss. If she is attending a function, she usually applies dark red lip stain, giving herself a classic 50s look.
Physique: Daria is a petite girl who keeps herself in shape with a strict daily training routine and obsessive dieting. She is 5 foot 3 inches and weighs about 110lbs. She has a relatively straight up and down figure, with only a slight curve of the waist and relatively small breasts. She has long legs compared to her upper body length, and is blessed with having very well defined thighs. She carries the little weight she has on her bum, which she considers far too large. Her hands are small and she has rather short fingers, but long, well kept nails, which are always painted. She has tiny wrists, the left of which is always adorned with a small silver bangle she was given by her mother. Her stomach is flat, thanks to her diet and exercise regime, and her hipbones show prominently, covered only by a thin layer of skin. She has freckles on her upper thighs, arms, and a dusting across her stomach, which, like her facial freckles, she finds unsightly.

She dresses her lithe body in only the finest wizarding designer clothes, mostly tailored to fit her form in a tight way, showing off her assets. She always wears heels, even during term time, when she wears 4 inch black court heels, which are the highest the school uniform code permits. She also accessorises her school uniform with antique broaches, designer belts, and fashionable tights, seeing no reason why she should look a mess even in non-designer garments.

Her gait is what you would expect from a confident and slightly conceited young woman: Purposeful, long strides coupled with a high held head and swinging hips. Her hands are usually at her side, with minimal arm-swinging, as she thinks this makes people look stupid. Everything about her stance is carefully rehearsed and skilfully put into practice, and is formulated to exude confidence and dominance.

Wand Type: 11 inches, Elm, phoenix feather core, stiff—not very flexible
Wand Expertise: Hexes and jinxes
Patronus: A panther
Boggart: Herself in rags and overweight, the very image of failure.

Personality: Daria is the sort of person one might say has questionable morals. She does have them, but her moral compass has been destroyed by a metaphorical magnet. She is outspoken, dominant in personality, and very spoiled, meaning she is considered a bitch by most people who she does not favour. She is very shallow, valuing her looks above all and judging others on their looks—she assumes anyone who is overweight is a lazy slob, any girl who does not wear makeup may as well be a lesbian, and so on. She always makes sure she is impeccably dressed and made up, and she sees no reason why other's shouldn't do the same.

Her personality has strong elements of perfectionism. She applies the same obsessive dedication to cultivating relationships, schoolwork and her diet and exercise regime as she does to her looks. Failure in any area bothers her to no end, and she considers anything less than perfection a failure. She is always looking to make herself more perfect, and wishes to pursue cosmetic surgery when she is older.

She is a very flirty character, loving the power her beauty gives her over men. She always has a boyfriend or a date, and she is never, ever seen without an escort at events or functions. Even when she goes to Hogwarts, she needs a date. She claims this is because she enjoys male company, but the need for male approval comes from the fact that she only considers herself as valuable as other people do—she is only beautiful if she has a date, she is only talented if she is complimented, etc.

Daria is also very proud, as one would expect from a perfectionist. She refuses to let people see her in a sad mood or crying: No one has seen her cry since she was ten, when her mother was taken to a private psychological hospital in her native Ukraine. She considers showing sadness the worst kind of weakness, as it shows you depend on someone. She does have issues with controlling her anger, however, and she can be very explosive in her tempers, and has been since a child.

She is very much a pureblood witch, looking down her perfect little nose at anyone who is not from a well-bred family. It is her firm belief that muggles and mudbloods, as she so kindly names them, should be purged from the earth, and that mixed blood witches and wizards should be treated as second class citizens. She firmly supports the growing presence of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, as her father is a Death Eater and in the inner circle of the society. She believes that while not many women are accepted as Death Eaters, she would make a perfect candidate as she is driven, talented at curses and hexes, and very fit, which would give her an edge on most wizards who are lazy and refuse to run, like her father.

Likes:
+Pureblood dogma
+Travel
+Parties and balls
+Fashion
+Music
+Dancing
+Flirting
+Tomatoes
+Power
+Influence
+Control
+Strong-willed people
+Right-wing politics
+Jogging
+Cats
Dislikes:
–Being out of control
–Muggles and Muggleborns
–Weakness of character—allowing one's emotions to get the better of oneself
–Fat people
–Natalia, her father's girlfriend
–Care of Magical Creatures
–Quidditch—she just can't see the appeal
–Passive-aggressive people
–Flat-heeled shoes
–The Ministry of Magic
–Cake, chocolate, and other fatty foods
–Spiders
–Poverty

History: Daria Troy was born on January 5th 1960 in St. Mungo's Hospital in London to parents Christopher Martin Troy and Liliya Klara Troy nee Serbin. Her father was a well respected ministry official, rising quickly in the ranks, from a esteemed pureblood family, and her mother was a model from the Ukraine who met Christopher while he was travelling on business. She was their first, and, sadly, only child. She grew up on a large country estate just north of Essex, being raised mostly by house elves and her nanny/wet-nurse, Viktorya, a Squib from her mother's village in the Ukraine.

Her young life was simple, as she does not hold memories from that time and assumes it must have been happy: The baby of two people from well-respected families, she was doting on by all her relatives and hailed as the perfect pureblood baby. The problems started when she was four, or so she remembers, and her mother had her first psychotic breakdown after her fourth miscarriage. First, her mother was withdrawn and in an almost comatose state, sleeping for 18 hours a day and refusing to eat. When she finally did emerge from her coma-like state, she was a different woman: Violent with an explosive temper, taking it out on her husband and her daughter. Daria was regularly beaten, verbally abused, and, as mentioned above, pelted with , which resulted in a scar on her eyebrow.

Due to her mother's psychotic behaviour, Daria became very self-sufficient, and also came to associate emotions with weakness and illness, and prided herself in being perfectly “normal”--well, for a pureblood witch, anyway. She also began playing mind games with her nanny and the house elves, as she saw them as someone she could bully, instead of her being the victim. Her father was often away on business, and by the time Daria was eight and had been watching her mother deteriorate for four years, she was well aware that Michael had given up on the marriage and was dating other women. She saw this as the ultimate betrayal, and vowed to never let a man do the same to her, leading to her obsession with being the perfect woman—thin, beautiful, and manipulative.

When Daria was nine, her mother attempted suicide and was hospitalised for three months. When she was released from hospital she was worse than ever, paranoid that Christopher or the government would take her child away, and attempted to kidnap Daria and flee back to the Ukraine. When she was caught trying to cross the border—her brain was too addled to apparate safely with a child in toe—she was sent to a private clinic in the Ukraine and has been there ever since.

Daria attended Hogwarts at the age of 11, like all young witches and wizards in the UK. Her mother's family wanted her to go to Durmstrang, in order to be closer to her mother, but her father flatly refused, and Daria has not seen her mother, or her side of the family, since.

Her first year at Hogwarts was uneventful, although Daria discovered that her verbal manipulation skills were even more fun to use to torture people who we're pureblood or didn't agree with her view of the world. She did not make herself friends this way, although she found a small group of her house mates who she befriended.

In her second year, her father started dating other women more openly, and started a relationship with Natalia, a woman half his age who was doing an internship at the ministry in his department. Daria has disliked her from the start, not only because she is from a less than famous pureblood family, but also because she believes Natalia is a money grabbing whore and just out to get her father's money. She also dislikes her because the attention was shifted from Daria, who had always been a daddy's girl, to this new woman.

Her subsequent years were also rather uneventful, with her realising she was beautiful when she hit puberty and used this to her advantage, dating as many boys from influential families as she could. She lost her virginity at 14-years-old to a 7th year boy who she lied to and told she was 16, and since then has been using sex as a weapon to get exactly what she wants.

Now she is in her 7th year and studying potions, transfiguration, defence against the dark arts, charms, and astronomy at NEWT level, which she is finding challenging, but enjoyable. She still finds time to date any men she deems influential enough, but is also aware that her father will soon be presenting her with suitable potential husbands, and she hopes she can put the wedding off for as long as possible, or at least until she joins the Death Eaters.

Sample Post: Daria sighed, pushing her long, dark hair away from her face, scrutinising herself in the full length mirror she had hung in her bedroom. She had gained weight, she could see it: Her arse was expanding more every second of the day, and it was particularly noticeable in the skin tight mini-dress she had bought that day. Of course, she could have bought a size larger, but that would be admitting defeat, and Daria Troy never admitted defeat. She sighed again, pulling it off over her head, careful not to smear her perfectly applied makeup.

She turned and walked to her dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts—or what would have been shorts had they contained enough material to be classed as such—and a tight spaghetti strap top. She pulled the clothes on, then went to her cupboard, retrieving her running shoes and putting them on, not bothering to undo the laces: A terrible habit, she knew, but she just couldn't be bothered to fiddle with the double knot that held the laces in a neat bow.

Muttering to herself she turned and walked to her desk, picking up her watch, which had a special charm she had added herself to track distance and speed. Essential if she was going to get her running down to a decent speed. She turned to the mirror, tying her long hair up in a loose ponytail and surveying herself. “Not bad if I do say so myself,” she said, smiling at her reflection, then turned sideways and frowned. “Still, could be better.” She always prepped herself before runs, she knew it helped her get in the best possible workout and got her in the mood to really push herself. Which, from the look of her bubble butt, she needed to do as soon as possible. Amazing how much you could gain if you let yourself relax even for a second.

She jogged down the stairs, ignoring Natalia's attempt to greet her. That woman was insufferable. And ate far too much chocolate for her own good. Disgusting lack of self-control, there was nothing she hated more. She opened the door and set off down the path to the small area of woodland that was attached to their grounds. The wind whipped through her hair as she ran across the expanse of land leading to the woods, glad for the cool temperature and silence.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, HANNAH, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Marlene McKinnon]

accepted!

Small detail, though. You put "Megan Fox" as your face claim. You may want to change that