Post by Julianna Vargha on Jul 5, 2013 19:52:54 GMT -5
JULIANNA KATI VARGHA.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
&& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
&& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
name Julianna Kati Vargha
nicknames Anna, if you must
gender Female
playby Amanda Righetti
age 27; August 18, 1985
year Graduated from Slytherin in 2004
wand 9", Unicorn Hair Core, Birch Wood
&& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
physical description Julianna stands at 5'9" and weighs 130 pounds. She has a slender build. Her hair color changes every so often, but she tends to go right back to red. Her eye color is a light amber.
appearance There is little fluctuation in Julianna’s wardrobe. While she has no problem wearing jeans and tennis shoes, she prefers dresses and skirts. Sometimes with heels, sometimes with flip flops or flats. For her, they provide much more range of movement and give her a chance to be sexy and flirty when she feels like it. However, for work, she does tend to wear more sensible options.
Her hair color changes every few weeks minimum, sometimes darker, sometimes lighter, but she usually reverts right back to red a few weeks later. There is only one tattoo on her skin and that is the dark mark. It is not for a lack of wanting more or being afraid of the process, she just feels that the mark is such a big part of her that it deserves to be the only tattoo she has. She does, however, have various piercings across her body, most in hidden places.
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
&& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.
&& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.
likes
dislikes
strengths
weaknesses
personality Julianna has a personality that can turn people away. She does stick to her guns and does not give much in regards to her beliefs or opinions. This tends to scare some people away who do not feel as strongly about something (such as a world without muggles and mudbloods) as she does. But when someone does give her a chance, she can hold a very good conversation with someone. She can be extremely flexible, holding anything from intelligent conversations to one that only requires you have passed your first year.
While she does feel strongly about her beliefs, Julianna does not like to start arguments. If she fights with someone, she would prefer it be physical. Whether that be with wands or fists. However, if someone does challenge her beliefs, she is not afraid to stand for what she believes in. She will state her own opinion in the most straightforward way as possible and leave it at that. She does occasionally get sucked into lengthy debates, though. Normally she wins since she refuses to ever give in so the other person walks away.
&& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
parents Edvin Vargha, father; Veronika Vargha, mother
siblings Erika Vargha, younger sister; Endre Vargha, younger brother
birthplace Vienna, Austria
hometown Vienna, Austria
ethnicity The Vargha line originated in Hungary but migrated into Austria over nine generations ago for some unknown reason. All members of the main branch of the family have remained in Austria for the extent of their life, however they have chosen to remain in touch with their culture. The children are taught both German and Hungarian as they grow up, along with English, to ensure they fit in with both their old and new cultures.
blood Pureblood
BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
name It's Cen
age 23
experience Long before HG opened… I feel old now.
password ACCEPTED - Admin Edited
anything else? Just another warrior to add to the army!
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Despite the lack of emotion coming from the younger vampire, Centara could imagine there was a fair amount of frustration there. It was the first time Cen had ever commanded something of Keara. Normally it was a request that her friend normally conceded to. The chances that her request would get accepted so easily this time? Not likely. "No." Expected. "Now, if you don't mind-" Centara didn't even take the time to let her finish. She had already predicted the reaction she would get, knowing full well that vampires without emotions tended to want to stay that way. She had not expected Keara to be any different. So she had already been prepared, and it took her no time to move in front of Keara. Her hand wrapped around the tiny neck of her old friend and lifted her half a foot off of the ground. The hands that went to her wrist were weak, nothing like Centara had ever remembered Keara to be. But was it that her friend had gotten weaker, or she had just become that much stronger? Both were actually a possibility. A vampire with no emotions to remind them of what they were living for was a vampire that did not grow stronger. They only maintained their lives. There was no benefit from that lifestyle. Exactly why Keara would do her absolutely no good in the state she was currently in. Squeezing a little harder, Centara could feel the bones beneath her hand begin to bend in an unnatural way. It wouldn't do any permanent damage and wouldn't cause her to pass out since she had no need to breathe, but it would be enough to cause Keara discomfort. It would be temporary.
"I said turn them-" Centara began, focusing on Keara's eyes. Compelling a vampire of her age was simple enough, had been for many years. She had expected some sort of resistance against it, because it was easy to tell from one vampire to another when they were about to compel another, however she hadn't quite expected the 'how' of the fighting back. Keara's feet lifting off of the ground should have been simple enough to counter with her free hand, but she hadn't seen it coming. They planted quickly on Centara's chest, her reaction being to lock her elbow in place as she moved her free hand to remove Keara's feet from where they were planted. She wouldn't be able to push hard enough as long as Cen had a strong enough hold and if she could move her feet away from her chest, there was nothing she could do. But she hadn't expected the breaking of her arm. The sudden sharp pain of her forearm being broken in three places was enough for Centara's hand to loosen. Before she had a chance to recover, Keara pushed and Centara was flying backwards. She managed to lean forward so she wouldn't fall backwards, her uninjured hand going down to the ground so she didn't fall. Keara managed to stay upright easy enough as well. However, Centara had no intention on her saying that way. But first thing first. Her eyes glanced down to her arm. The pain was easy enough to deal with, Adonis had dished out much worse less than an hour ago, but she didn't feel like having it heal crooked. Standing up straight, her uninjured hand wrapped over the first break and with a firm press, she felt the bones realign. She did it to the other two spots, only taking a moment to put it all back together. By the time she looked up, rolling her wrist to get rid of the numbing sensation, she could see that Keara was right back to closing up the bag she had been packing. Did she really think this was over?
"If you don't mind, I like the way I am so just drop it. I'll be leaving now." Centara smirked, letting her hands fall to her sides. Such authority coming from a vampire who was smaller, younger, and weaker. Hadn't she realized just yet that Cen was not the same? That things had changed dramatically since she Keara had turned off her emotions and left Austria? Surely it would be obvious. Once again, Centara was just reminded of how easily a lack of emotion could inhibit a vampires judgment and abilities. Shaking her head, Centara moved forward again. Keara was on guard, but not enough. Centara rushed her and even though Keara tried to hold her ground, Centara's leg swept hers out from underneath her. Keara went crashing to the floor and Centara was on her in an instant, though again, she underestimated the vampire. Fingernails slashed at her stomach, crossing the wounds from Adonis that had only just finished healing moments ago. Centara hissed, but didn't budge. It was on discomfort, she had shut off her pain receptors after the breaking of her arm. Her forearm that had been previously broken pressed against Keara's throat and pushed up, locking her head in place and cutting off her trachea. Her knees pinned the vampire down at the biceps and her other hand was on the ground next to Keara's head. Once again she tried to focus on her eyes, to force her into flipping her emotions back on, but her stance was short lived because while Keara was weaker, she was faster. That had always been the vampires biggest advantage. She bucked her hips once, setting Centara slightly off kilter and in just that moment of misbalance, Keara flipped Centara without blinking and tried to get up. Her hand went towards the bag she had packed, but Centara didn't give her the chance to grab the handle. She stood up quickly and came behind Keara. "Enough!" she hissed almost in her ear, her hands grabbing either side of Keara's head from behind and snapping quickly to the side. The sickening crack of Keara's spine echoed in the room and her body fell with a thud to the ground.
Straightening out her now bloody and torn shirt, Centara used her foot to roll the vampire onto her back. It wouldn't take long for her to heal, but Centara couldn't compel her when she was out. It was just about time the vampire learn her place. It was also about time she pick sides in this war. Moving over to the bed, Centara took a seat and crossed her legs, waiting for the inevitable snapping of bone back into place. It took less than a minute, but it was long enough for Centara to grow bored. She had other things, other people, she could be dealing with right now other than a vampire who didn't want saving. But Centara knew how important this was. She needed a good right hand and she didn't quite trust anyone else. Though, at this point, she didn't trust Keara either. Too bad it was her best option. When the last of Keara's vertebrate snapped back into place, the vampire began to rouse. "Now, if you don't mind," Centara began, getting up again and reaching down to grab the vampire by the throat. Keara tried another kick, another punch, even wriggling, but Centara didn't budge. She quickly pinned the vampire against the opposite wall. "Turn them on." She could see the shift in her eyes, the sudden awareness that came with certain emotions. Centara set the vampire back on her feet, not being nearly as gentle as she could have been but Keara managed to catch herself well enough. "Still feel like moving out?"
"I said turn them-" Centara began, focusing on Keara's eyes. Compelling a vampire of her age was simple enough, had been for many years. She had expected some sort of resistance against it, because it was easy to tell from one vampire to another when they were about to compel another, however she hadn't quite expected the 'how' of the fighting back. Keara's feet lifting off of the ground should have been simple enough to counter with her free hand, but she hadn't seen it coming. They planted quickly on Centara's chest, her reaction being to lock her elbow in place as she moved her free hand to remove Keara's feet from where they were planted. She wouldn't be able to push hard enough as long as Cen had a strong enough hold and if she could move her feet away from her chest, there was nothing she could do. But she hadn't expected the breaking of her arm. The sudden sharp pain of her forearm being broken in three places was enough for Centara's hand to loosen. Before she had a chance to recover, Keara pushed and Centara was flying backwards. She managed to lean forward so she wouldn't fall backwards, her uninjured hand going down to the ground so she didn't fall. Keara managed to stay upright easy enough as well. However, Centara had no intention on her saying that way. But first thing first. Her eyes glanced down to her arm. The pain was easy enough to deal with, Adonis had dished out much worse less than an hour ago, but she didn't feel like having it heal crooked. Standing up straight, her uninjured hand wrapped over the first break and with a firm press, she felt the bones realign. She did it to the other two spots, only taking a moment to put it all back together. By the time she looked up, rolling her wrist to get rid of the numbing sensation, she could see that Keara was right back to closing up the bag she had been packing. Did she really think this was over?
"If you don't mind, I like the way I am so just drop it. I'll be leaving now." Centara smirked, letting her hands fall to her sides. Such authority coming from a vampire who was smaller, younger, and weaker. Hadn't she realized just yet that Cen was not the same? That things had changed dramatically since she Keara had turned off her emotions and left Austria? Surely it would be obvious. Once again, Centara was just reminded of how easily a lack of emotion could inhibit a vampires judgment and abilities. Shaking her head, Centara moved forward again. Keara was on guard, but not enough. Centara rushed her and even though Keara tried to hold her ground, Centara's leg swept hers out from underneath her. Keara went crashing to the floor and Centara was on her in an instant, though again, she underestimated the vampire. Fingernails slashed at her stomach, crossing the wounds from Adonis that had only just finished healing moments ago. Centara hissed, but didn't budge. It was on discomfort, she had shut off her pain receptors after the breaking of her arm. Her forearm that had been previously broken pressed against Keara's throat and pushed up, locking her head in place and cutting off her trachea. Her knees pinned the vampire down at the biceps and her other hand was on the ground next to Keara's head. Once again she tried to focus on her eyes, to force her into flipping her emotions back on, but her stance was short lived because while Keara was weaker, she was faster. That had always been the vampires biggest advantage. She bucked her hips once, setting Centara slightly off kilter and in just that moment of misbalance, Keara flipped Centara without blinking and tried to get up. Her hand went towards the bag she had packed, but Centara didn't give her the chance to grab the handle. She stood up quickly and came behind Keara. "Enough!" she hissed almost in her ear, her hands grabbing either side of Keara's head from behind and snapping quickly to the side. The sickening crack of Keara's spine echoed in the room and her body fell with a thud to the ground.
Straightening out her now bloody and torn shirt, Centara used her foot to roll the vampire onto her back. It wouldn't take long for her to heal, but Centara couldn't compel her when she was out. It was just about time the vampire learn her place. It was also about time she pick sides in this war. Moving over to the bed, Centara took a seat and crossed her legs, waiting for the inevitable snapping of bone back into place. It took less than a minute, but it was long enough for Centara to grow bored. She had other things, other people, she could be dealing with right now other than a vampire who didn't want saving. But Centara knew how important this was. She needed a good right hand and she didn't quite trust anyone else. Though, at this point, she didn't trust Keara either. Too bad it was her best option. When the last of Keara's vertebrate snapped back into place, the vampire began to rouse. "Now, if you don't mind," Centara began, getting up again and reaching down to grab the vampire by the throat. Keara tried another kick, another punch, even wriggling, but Centara didn't budge. She quickly pinned the vampire against the opposite wall. "Turn them on." She could see the shift in her eyes, the sudden awareness that came with certain emotions. Centara set the vampire back on her feet, not being nearly as gentle as she could have been but Keara managed to catch herself well enough. "Still feel like moving out?"
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