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Deirdre Damorte

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a character in “The TriWizard Tournament”, originally authored by Armageddon, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Deirdre Rose Damorte


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Nicknames: None

Age: 17

Gender: Female

House: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

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Height: 5'6

Weight: 120

Build: Slender

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Appearance Description: Deirdre is a little on the tall side, approximately 5’6” and slenderly built. Her skin is fair, the color of cream and she has blue eyes that she occasionally rims with eyeliner. Her hair is a long pale blonde, falling about halfway down her back. Her face would be described as slightly angular although not harsh looking as there is still softness to her features. As she attends a school that has a uniform, she doesn't often get to express her sense of 'style' much, however when she does get the chance to dress freely she usually opts for a rather rocker type style wearing leather jackets, black boots and muggle rock band tees or tanktops. Whatever the weather permits her to wear, really - she doesn't seem to put a whole lot of effort into her fashion. Sometime's she'll wear makeup, although not often and it's usually fairly light, mostly consisting of black eyeliner and some eyeshadows. She doesn't really follow fashion trends or anything as it doesn't interest her.




Wand:Twelve and a half inch willow wand with a dragon heartstring core, swishy

Magical Skills: O.W.L's
Oustanding -
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Charms

Exceeds Expectations -
Potions
Transfiguration
Care of Magical Creatures
Study of Ancient Runes

Acceptable -
Astronomy
Herbology
History of Magic



Likes:
Music
Singing
Her cat Renfield
Quidditch
Duelling
Snow
Charms
Sarcasm
Sweets
Swimming
Care of Magical Creatures
Dancing
Reading
People with a sense of humor
The idea of making friends
Making Jokes
Winter

Dislikes:
Arrogance
Flying (She's afraid of heights)
Heat
Boggarts
Dementors
Overly enthusiastic people
The color pink or any bright color, really.
The term 'Mud-blood' and the pureblood elitists who use it.
Divination
Herbology
History of Magic











Personality description:Deirdre is a typically quiet person, she doesn't talk all that much to people unless she is comfortable with them – which she usually isn't and thus is a bit hard to get to know. She puts up a sort of cold exterior to try to project a certain amount of aloofness. She's brutally honest – probably one of her faults, along with her temper when pushed too far. It’s usually best to not ask her something unless you know you can stand to hear the answer because it seems she seldom thinks to soften the blow of what she's about to say. On the up side you know she'll probably never lie to you. She has a tendency to be a bit sarcastic and is known to be quite snarky when confronted or provoked along with normally having a natural air of confidence about her which led her to not being a favorite of some of the girls she has attended school with. Underneath her protective layer of ice though, she is undyingly loyal to those she cares about and respects - she would do absolutely anything for them and like most people isn't nearly as confident in herself as she seems. Even though she pretends to not care about anything more often than not, she can be extremely compassionate and will listen to the problems of others for hours on end. She's usually willing to help if she can and is the first to protect an innocent in any situation with little concern for herself which usually gets her in trouble more often than not. She is quite fond of animals, both magical and non, especially her cat Renfield and enjoys Care of Magical Creatures. Stubborn and strong willed, Deirdre is also very independent - she doesn't like asking for help when she realizes she's taken on more than she can handle as she has always prided herself on not needing anyone although she realizes now that this has contributed to her being quite lonely. Most people wouldn't guess it since she spends so much time alone, but Deirdre loves to laugh and would very much like to have some friends which she could confide in.





History: Deirdre Rose Damorte was born to young, pureblooded French witch by the name of Aveline Damorte and a muggle man by the name of Martin, who had little desire to stick around after learning of the magical realm. After that Aveline never heard from him again and returned back to the wizarding world, only to find that she was pregnant.

Whenever Deirdre would ask her mother about her father, she would always get the same answer much to her dismay ‘He was a muggle, and that’s all you need to know’. By the time she was about five she learned to just stop asking and rarely thinks about it anymore. They never had much money despite the fact her mother was working several jobs, which often left Deirdre alone or with the neighbors next door who had a few children about her age which she made fast friends with.

Her English is actually quite good, which probably came from the fact that she helped her mother out rather a lot with whatever jobs she could be brought along on which allowed her to talk with a lot of other witches and wizards who were on vacation in France from all over the world and so from a young age she learned not only French but English as well.

Before going to Beauxbatons she purchased her first wand, which is a twelve and a half inch willow wand with a dragon heartstring core.

Unfortunately, like back home, in school she never had very many friends for one reason or another. All her close friends have already graduated by now. She excels at Defense against the Dark Arts and is very advanced (She can produce a corporeal patronus that takes the form of a large dog.). She also enjoys Charms and excels at it along with potions and transfiguration but admittedly she isn't quite so good at Divination or Herbology which is fine by her since she has hopes to become an auror.

So begins...

Deirdre Damorte's Story

(technical difficulties, ignore this one. Sorry)

Vladimir found it rather symbolic that the two guest schools would arrive near simultaneously. Unconscious habit resulted in him pulling out a Muggle cigarette, they helped him think, and light it. Before he could truly begin to smoke, it was destroyed by a nearby professor. He should have expected something like that, but he was still annoyed at the prospect. The walk from the ship into the Great Hall was much longer than he would have liked. In fact, he had to put on a poker face to disguise the fact he was getting winded. It was at this point, the host school would get a show from its guests- his school and Beauxbaton.

The french students went first, and they chose a rather graceful ballet. But he couldn't help but note that one student in particular hid in Madam Maxime's sizable shadow. His own school went next, a more militaristic show went under way...but he found himself preferring the more delicate show of the ballet. He seated himself at the Slytherin table with his fellow students, one in particular was immediately next to him but for the life him...a name couldn't be associated to face. At this point the Hogwarts Headmistress began the speech for the Triwizard Tournament- something he entirely zoned out. He used this chance to glance around the hallway, in particular a couple students at each table stood out to him. Of most importance from what he could measure was the girl from Maxime's shadow, a Ravenclaw girl as tall as himself and two Hufflepuffs- a male and female. It was really more gut instinct than anything that caught his eye. A family teaching was- the powerful naturally command their environment as they see fit. The two Hufflepuffs naturally had all the attention of those nearby. The French girl and the Ravenclaw girl had caught his eye with how inconspicuous they were attempting to remain. He was unable to examine the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables before the speech ended.

"Guess it's time for us to set the standard," he clapped the crimson robe next to him as he stood up. For his family, reputation was highly important. The Triwizard Tournament demanded the best students, his own accidental reputation demanded utmost pride and utter control. This made him stride to the Goblet of Fire with deliberate ease, he dropped his name in on a sheet he had also prepared in advanced. This let him get himself together, catch his breath and provide a better atmosphere.

"Is there no one else prepared at this night," he loudly called out to the full hall. "Beauxbaton, you provided a most excellent dance...but is that all you learn at your school?" His gaze traced the full carpet of blue,ultimately falling onto the one from before. He pointed to the Gryffindor student, "I heard your house is prized for its courage...I'm not seeing it now."

He arbitrarily chose a random student from the Hufflepuff table, one too young to enter. "Surely your House has its own pride, or is the stereotype true?" He instantly rounded towards the tall girl from the Ravenclaw table, " Your house is claimed for its genius." Oddly enough, another girl caught his eye...one a bit closer to himself, "Could you think of a better validation of your methods than this very tournament...the ultimate test is right here." From here he looked to the Slytherin table...a rather young girl in particular- one just entering her teens.

"To your House I'd like to offer the thanks of my school for welcoming us to your table. In fact I'll thank everyone present for the Tournament. But Slytherin, your House is known for cunning, nobility and ambition. I simply ask this: prove it." He deliberately kept his tone challenging and defiant. He also stood his ground inside the Age Line, he'd be a poor sport to not welcome those he himself had just called out. He had to force himself from grabbing his throat, addressing the entire hall had been like swallowing a glass of needles with each syllable. Due to an issue from birth, his voice was naturally quiet and talking somewhat painful...this had been his equivalent to screaming his voice out. As he swallowed, hoping to lubricate his raw throat- a metallic taste filled his mouth.

Faye was quite pleased with the show the two foreign schools gave and clapped along with the rest of the Great Hall. After their performances, Professor McGonagall gave a short introduction to the Triwizard Tournament. It seemed that no sooner had she stepped down from raised dais where the Goblet sat that a Durmstrang student had marched up, hastily putting his name in the Goblet. Another followed shortly after him and as the second boy stepped down, the first who was the taller of the two, made a rousing speech, though unnecessary.

After he had finished, a rather determined looking Beauxbatons girl who had asked for a piece of parchment from her walked up to the Goblet, placing her own name among the two from Durmstrang. Faye had wanted to enter and she was still a little miffed about what the taller Durmstrang had said about her house, but she was not a Gryffindor and lacked a significant amount of courage to be the first from her school to enter.

No sooner had she had these thoughts that Al, her good friend from Hufflepuff practically leapt from his seat among his admirers to prove himself. As he passed her table on his way to the dais, he gave a smile and a wink, knowing that she was going to go right after him. Never one to disappoint, she got up from her own seat after hastily scribbling her own name on a piece of parchment and silently made her to the Goblet where the she let the parchment slip from her hands into the flames. She didn't longer and quickly made her way back to her seat among the Ravenclaws.






Alistair was rather amused by the Durmstrang's speech. He had never seen the Gryffindors and Slytherins so put in their place, and it made him chuckle. Not a moment after the pretty girl from Beauxbatons had put her name in the Goblet, Al jumped up and practically strutted to the Goblet smiling and winking at Faye on the way. He'd show that Durmstrang that he wasn't just another stereotype.

Using the slip of paper that he had taken from Kaylee, who had been sitting beside him, he entered the Tournament feeling confident. He passed Faye on his way back to his table as she made her way towards the Goblet and wished her good luck. It was the Hufflepuff in him to wish his competition good luck. It most certainly wasn't because he had a crush on her that's spanned four years. At least that's what he told himself.

#, as written by Rann
Stupid. Why are they celebrating this stupid thing?

That's the driving question behind Olivia, sitting with the Slytheryns during the whole opening ceremony. The Tri-Wizard Tournament. This is the reason why Olivia tried so hard to be allowed to just not attend Hogwarts this year, but her parents had adamantly refused with a threat of the cruciatus curse. Not knowing if they were serious or not, Olivia decided not to risk it. There had to be a reason why they wanted her at Hogwarts so badly, but no matter how hard the girl twisted and turned her mind, she couldn't think of anything she could do that no one else could, unless all of a sudden paper summons are the new favorite weapon of the Death Eaters. The only real advantage she can think of is that she can operate easily within school grounds.

There's something planned. Unfortunately, Olivia has no idea exactly what's in store.

These stupid seventh-years, getting so riled up at the idea of competing. And don't forget all the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang prospects. Is there really a not a single person even slightly wary of anything?

"'Course, it'll be me who gets in." Bragged a Slytheryn seventh year. "I'll pay back those other houses... we won't be looked down upon any more!"

Olivia vaguely knows his name to be Tobias something or other. She doesn't really know his last name, nor is she all that interested. All she knows is that she really wants to challenge him to a duel and test out a new attack pattern for her conjured paper creatures, designed to penetrate shields and bypass spells in order to attack the victim's wand arm. She practiced it on a fifth year Gryffindor before the ceremony, and it worked well, but he was an idiot to not be battle-ready at all times, anyways. The Head Nurse has probably already fixed up his arm. While Tobias stood up to enter his name into the Goblet, to the cheers of the Slytheryn House, Olivia just sat with her head propped up on her elbows, rested on the table, rolling her eyes with annoyance.

Still, Olivia didn't mind Tobias something or other's goals. Ever since the whole Voldemort thing, the Slytheryn house has been looked down upon with suspicion and distrust. Sure, perhaps it was for good reasons, but nonetheless. It still hurt, each time, even a little bit, when they were ignored in favor for valiant Gryffindors, loyal Hufflepuffs, or genius Ravenclaws.

One by one, students were writing down their name to put into the goblet, and one by one, all Olivia could think of was that they were willingly volunteering to become a sheep to the slaughter.

I hope they don't expect me to kill anyone.

Kaylee Schaefer

The Hufflepuff table was all chatter and cheer, but especially so around a little blonde girl from the badger house. Currently, it seemed like she was scribbling times and names into a little pocket calendar; people for her to tutor for their OWLs. Of course, once the visiting schools were announced and began their entrances, the booklet was hastily tucked away in her robes.

The whole thing was exciting; it had been a long time since the Triwizard Tournament was at Hogwarts. Actually, it had been a long time since the Tournament had been allowed anywhere. Watching the elegant ballets and military-style entrances, the little blonde Hufflepuff was almost envious that they didn't get to do a grand entrance as well. After the speech had been made, she tugged out her calendar again and tore out two scraps of paper. Handing one to Alistair, who had been sitting next to her, she scribbled her name on the other she had. Standing up, she filled the lull in people going to put their names in the Goblet.

Skipping across the age line, she adjusted her bright pink fedora, which the teachers would likely scold her about later, and reached up to put her name in the Goblet. Of course, she came up just short and had to bounce up on tiptoe to reach the fluorescent flame. Watching the parchment be devoured, she turned heel and paused by the Durmstrang that had spoken up.

"Not to be rude or anything, but just because you're the first one up with your name in, it doesn't mean that the rest of us are cowards or bad examples of our houses or schools." giving a slight bow, she headed back toward her seat.

On her way, she was sidetracked by the Beauxbaton students, but mostly the blonde girl that had entered her name in the tournament as well. Making her way to the girl, she gave another slight bow and adjusted her fedora slightly.

"Hi, I'm Kaylee Schaefer from Hufflepuff house. I saw you entered the tourney too and thought you might like to pop over to our table and meet some people and chat or something?" she smiled brightly at the other girl.

Vladimir made a point of being the first clapper when a Hufflepuff girl and the Beauxbaton girl who hadn't danced came up to the Age Line. With arguable success, he even managed to make eye contact in an effort to express his warm thoughts towards his fellow candidates. His taunt however, seemed a bit more effective than he had expected since both of them directly answered his words. In true Hufflepuff form, at least that's what he'd been lead to believe, the Hufflepuff rather politely reminded him not to look down upon those not yet ready to enter their names. The Beauxbaton on the other hand, directly challenged taunt with taunt. Then again, since he'd rather arrogantly stated his own opinion to act as Durmstrang's the correlation was to be expected.

Less than a day and it would appear I've unintentionally made nearly everyone an enemy. In conjunction with the two girl's words, he could only wear the warmest smile possible and shake his head. If he'd thought ahead and had used Sonarus to boost his voice magically, he might have been able to correct the image he'd accidentally created. As it stood, he'd have to resort to Leglimency if he wished to communicate- something that be at best rude and at worst an attack on a fellow student. When a male from Hufflepuff came up, he still extended his applause- even extended his hand out. But from a quick image from excess mental noise from the fellow Vladimir realized he was invisible to him. He took it in stride, after all everyone had their own drive.

It was when the Hufflepuff girl began returning to her own table that he vaguely caught a name...Kayla- well something along those lines. But since there was no formal introduction, Vladimir wouldn't make use of this bit of information. In his current state, conversation would be awkward at best- and since no one else seemed interested in crossing the Age Line, he excused himself from the Hall. This was performed with a simple wave, and then he just walked out of the Hall. Though when in Hogwart's large Entrance Hall, he encountered a dilemma... explore the school out of curiosity's sake and risk trouble. The alternative option was simply going back to his room on the ship and amusing himself in there somehow. He really wasn't good at making such decisions, in a rather comical manner, he ended up standing by the door with an overly contemplative look on his face- complete with right hand rubbing his chin.