[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Talli

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] November 7

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Squib

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Straight

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Female

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Hogwarts

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] Occupation: Hogwarts Muggle Studies professor [break] Education Background: Muggle schools, University in the USA. [break] Wand: She wishes she had a wand! [break][break]

PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes: Tallia is obsessed with her muggle cell phone. She uses it for games, texting (which is like little written messages that send instantly!) She also loves chocolate. Chocolate anything and everything. She loves the idea of teaching at Hogwarts because she not so secretly always ALWAYS wanted to go. Tallia enjoys reading anything she can get her hands on, learning about magic (even if she cant do it) and her adorable little pink BMW car. [break] Dislikes: The list of things she dislikes is rather long. She is a very picky person. ALL muggle music besides "classic rock," the color brown, spinach, hair driers, liars, cheaters, her exhusband, quiddich (she would rather watch football), fizzy drinks, spicy food, smoking, people who don't take care of themselves, and snakes. [break] Strengths: Tallia has thick skin. VERY thick. She was constantly teased growing up about her blood, her weight, her inability to do magic. She also learned self defense very young to protect herself from boys growing up. (Don't even get her STARTED on muggle high school. Ugh she cringes at the mention of it.) She is fairly good at poetry and even took mostly literature courses in college. She is a great cook as well, when she manages to have time or isn't lazy about it. [break] Weaknesses: Her lack of magical ability is a huge weakness. She has no wand, no charms, no spells. She can make SOME potions but normally they come out all wrong. She is horrible with names, often forgetting them the instant she is told them, and remembering most things other than those that are life or death is a struggle as well, so she always carries a little notebook for important information. [break] Overall Personality: She is quirky and has many silly ticks including singing in the shower and painting her toenails on a daily basis. She is sweet unless aggravated, then she just becomes very quiet and reserved. She has really only yelled a few times in her life and is normally well behaved and demure. She laughs to loud, sings too much, and is generally happy with her life, much to surprise of her family and friends.

She is a "curvy" and womanly shape but flaunts it in the best and most modest ways possible. Playing up her assets and allowing herself to have as much self confidence as possible. She has a few tattoos and each tells a very important story. Her smile is "adorable" and sweet, lighting up her face when she smiles. She is however, sometimes mistaken for a younger woman/girl due to her size. Trendy and fashion forward. "Cool" and "hip." Lots of bright colors and patterns and she is always in heels to make herself feel a little bit taller since she is hardly five foot.[break][break]

HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Georgia DeVoe, 53, Pureblood, Mother[break] • Kevin DeVoe, 57, Pureblood, Father[break] • Tatiana DeVoe, 31, Pureblood, Sister[break] • Terresa DeVoe, 29, Pureblood, Sister[break] • Tyler Anne, 30, Pureblood, Sister[break] Birth Place: London, England [break] Overall History: The DeVoe family was a very wealthy and well bred wizard family. Blood so pure it went back nearly a thousand years. A lineage of Hufflepuffs dating almost to Helga herself. They were the epitome of powerful, wealthy, and perfect. And then along came Tallia. A perfect little girl who, unlike her sisters before her never got her Hogwarts letter or a wand. She got barbies and went to muggle school. Being a Squib in such a wealthy and well to do family wasn't as horrible as you would assume. She was doted on, just in different ways.

After graduating high school and going to college in the United States she met her husband Fenris who was a powerful and handsome Welsh man. They were married the spring she turned twenty one... and divorced by the time she was twenty three because they simply grew apart and he became abusive, another reason self defense is so important to her and she is so passionate about it. She even has a scar on the inside of her left arm from under her elbow up to the crook of her arm. After her divorce she went back to school, getting her masters and teaching classes on self defense at her university until her uncle contacted her about the position of a lifetime at Hogwarts. [break][break]

THE PLAYER[break][break] Age:Twenty five in 11 days! [break] Time Zone: Pacific [break] Anything Else? ADMIN EDIT [break][break] Roleplay Sample: Even within sleep the princess could not be soothed. She awoke with a start only mere hours after drifting off and felt confusion as to where she was, panic tearing at the sides of her eyes and heart. Where was she? She should be in the arms of her husband by now. On a planet bound ship set for her home world, snuggled close in the revels of love and marriage but instead she woke alone and freezing cold in a dark room. Anxious and with her chest tight she drew a ball of light from her fingertips, lighting the lamp across the way to illuminate the room.



Art's room. So it had not all been a horrible dream. It had not all been a tragic nightmare which left her in cold sweats and hot tears. It was real.



Sitting up in the bed she saw the small ticking clock on the wall. It was morning? The early hours were ticking away as she was laying there feeling like she was all but dying inside? She inhaled sharply, standing up and running her fingers once again over the simple dress she was wearing as it hung on her frame. Untying her braid she slid her fingers through her red hair, walking on bare feet from the room.



She couldn't be in there just now it was stifling, smoldering. Too many memories. She moved through the halls of the ship, knowing every curve, every room, every window by heart as she came to the observation deck. She would spend countless hours here when she and Art were traveling, or when she was sitting with Gaill, her back against the cool metal as she looked down, watching the vastness of space stretch and mold around her. Planets, stars, clusters of shining light.



She touched the glass, running her fingers over it as if tracing small circles on every star. How could they expect her to be soothed by teas and herbs after what she had seen? What she had felt deep within her. Loss. Ache. Death, all plastered to her face and her very being. Time would only heal and she had hardly been given any of it. Even now the one man who she wished to see that remained alive was being kept from her.



She was about to move from the deck when a man in dark red and black approached her. She planned to not say a word but as he spoke so plainly to her she turned her attention to him. Watch over him Etra, he'll need it more than he knows. She was almost in the mindset to ask "who" but she knew. She felt it deep within her, a pain like hers growing in her best friend as well. Gaill was her lover yes, but he and Art had been friends, brothers. A much deeper bond than that she shared with him.



Pursing her lips to speak nothing came from between them and a slight sting buzzed at her lips. She knew the spell and she knew it well, for she often used it herself. Had situations been different she would not have taken lightly his blatant disregard for the crown. She, however was more than interested in what this man had to say and what need he had of her and she simply looked him over, eyes looking downward and then moistening slightly at the mention of the commander.



She knew mostly of what the man told her. She had known him many years and heard his battle stories. She even saw them sometimes acted in full glorious detail by the man himself while she sat clutching her sides in laughter. But today there would be no laughter. She listened on, the telling of darkness, brokenness... Blessings and curses. She knew this all too well also, of the way he would beat himself up over most if not all things, as if he was personally responsible... It was indeed a curse.



"Blood lust fuels many, and consumes most." Her father's words leaked from her lips as she stood, fingers running again over the glass and as she turned to say goodbye she noticed she was once again alone. "The maker be with your very soul." She sighed and sat watching the lights outside for just a few moments more before stepping from the deck and down onto the main hall of the ship, seeing the familiar gait and jacket tails moving off before her. She lifted the bottom of her skirts and set to follow bu not too closely until she reaches the bridge herself. [break]