Líviya Duval

B A S I C S
• Full name: Líviya Runa Duval
• Nicknames/aliases: Lív
• Age: 18
• Gender: Female
• Zodiac sign: Pisces
• Date of birth: 19 February
• Place of birth: Roquelaure, France
• Languages: English and French
• Occupation: Student
• House: Slytherin

A P P E A R A N C E
• Face claim: Daria Milky
• Height: 5,8 (173 cm)
• Skin: Fair
• Build: Slender
• Hair: Strawberry blonde
• Eyes: Mix of Olive and sage
• Tattoos: None
• Piercings: None
• Scars: None

P E R S O N A L I T Y
• Negative traits: Stubborn, slightly sarcastic.
• Positive traits: Protective, caring, curious, serious, strategic, cunning, determined, calm.
• Alignment: Good
• Bad habits: She keeps everything to herself, even when it becomes too much.
• Fears: Deep and dark waters.
• Likes: Sunrise, warmth, horseback riding, archery, dancing, nature, love, reading, long walks, birds,
• Dislikes:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
• Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
• Parents: Vester Duval, Eloise Duval
• Siblings: Ronan Duval {half-brother}, Arwen Duval {sister rip}
• Relationship status: Single

C H A R A C T E R
Like her mother she is pale and silver; like her father she is deep, dark and rather cold. Yet she is painted in the most florescent colors. When she smiles, rays of colors from every end of the spectrum go running in all directions, looking for an untouched canvas on which to leave a mark. Lív is energetic, kind yet rather hard. She likes to cover herself in the idea that there is greatness in everyone. Her mind can be large clump of thoughts and dreams to unravel in the future. But growing up and see more or the corrupted world she lives in, it also burned her soul - and what used to be sweet, has now a bitter aftertaste.

P A T R O N U S     M E M O R Y

Líviya her patronus is a moineau (Sparrow).

They were all young when they went to the sea every month, even in the cold. Her sister required it for her health and Lív didn't mind a bit. She was on the edge of eleven when she would run giggling into the waves with her siblings. It was the last trip to the water before things changed. She strove to remember the feeling and the laughter of her siblings and parents as they all played like three year olds. It was their little moment of joy and the happiest she had ever felt.

B O G G A R T     S H A P E

But as soon as the sun shone across the horizon and the waves crashed down their feet.. the faster the happy feeling floated away. the shape of her boggart was one she'd known about since the moment she read about boggarts. Her biggest fears are deep and dark waters, gigantic waves to be precise. She hates them. Ever since that wave swallowed one of her loved ones away…

Riddikulus makes the waves turn into soft clouds as she casts the spell.

H I S T O R Y
Her father and mother grew up in France when they met each other. Lív her father is a wizard who tries to work his way around as a healer and curse breaker. Her mother owns a flower shop in Roquelaure. Her sister died because of drowning and her little brother is currently too young to attent Hogwarts.

Her childhood was an idyllic slow motion dream peppered with kisses and valuable lessons. She was a wide-eyed and unfailingly curious tagalong with scabby knees and too-big hand-me-downs she could never seem to grow into. Her little sister and brother were her everything and her parents were everything parents should be - loving, attentive, and patient. Lív knows they needed all their patience when she came along. There was not a rule she hadn’t tested and every other sentence was an insistent question; her razor wit and potential for sarcasm showed through quite early. It was not intentional, this innate need to question and to push against boundaries. It was simply a part of her nature, and her family understood this.

She was an early reader - early in almost every aspect of growing up, really - always looking through her fathers books in the hope to find anything new. She struggled on some words and concepts but at the age of eleven, she was well equipped to grasp most of what she read on her own. It was nearly instantaneous, the way this words sung inside her veins and made wonder and an odd sort of connection click into place in her mind and soul. Her interest in dragons and fantastical beasts had always been deep-rooted but the information her parents supplied had always been cautionary and minimal.

”They might look lovely, but not all creatures and spells are safe, love. Some can harm you - and most will.” Her father’s warning words made sense, but so did the writings contained within the wonderful, perfect books. These creatures, spells and magical objects, were wonderful things that needed to be understood and protected - loved. Sure, she understood that loving a kelpie or a boggart wouldn’t necessarily prevent it from drowning or scaring her, but if she had some sense in her head she could be both loving and cautious. Most of these creatures were dangerous, even inherently dark, but did that mean they didn’t deserve to live?

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Lív’s curious mind was elated when the time finally came to do her school shopping. An unusual air of care and intent went into this common, exciting thing. In her mind this was the first day of the rest of her life, and her first step on the path of fulfilling her dream of studying and working with dangerous, fantastic, and mysterious things. Maybe she would even discover something new!

Somehow, through sheer force of will, she managed to save the best for last. Every young witch and wizard is of course most excited to receive their wand, regardless of the strength of other interests.  Olivander’s smelled of must, mint, and something indeterminably old and undefinable. The man heard the bell and his pale, stark visage bumbles behind the counter. She tried many, many wands. Olivander grew curiouser and curiouser by the moment, never showing a sign of impatience or annoyance that her failed attempts at bonding with a wand had caused no insignificant damage. But eventually the one she bonded with was one made of the darkest ebony wood and had an unicorn hair core.

Slytherin didn’t came as a surprise to her. Although her father would have loved to see her in Gryffindor or perhaps even Ravenclaw. It was her darker side and great ambition that made the sorting hat choose for this house.