THEIRY, ludivine mariette

[luder]

Nickname:Kara....
How You Found Us: I was already here.
Contact Via: pm

What can be found in a name:
Ludivine Mariette Theiry
When the day I was born:
June 6th 1958
The Angels screamed:
Veronique Theiry, and Gustav Theiry
And Hell shut its doors:
None if she had any she'd have killed them so she could have all the attention.
While creatures retreated:
a Perfectly lovely little crupe named Orbit, and a runespoor named Ruby
To depths unknown:
Pure as Hell.

I hide from them:
The common room
places where I can torment others
places where I can spy on others
also quiet alone places where no one sees me.
The Forest during a storm
Be who they want to see:
Ludivine's hair tumbles down her shoulders in perfect blond curls most days, though she's been known to straighten them out. Standing at 5'6" bare foot, and almost 5'10" in her heals she's an intimidating woman. She's almost all legs and chest. With slate grey eyes, Ludivine often pierces through the soul of the people she meets. Her skin is fair and her face is thin but caries a strong sense of importance and power. She's definitely one who is respected purely because of her natural fear inflicting looks.

The wardrobe Ludivine has established is enormous, magically even. She's had it expanded to accommodate all her clothing. Typically it consists of dress suits and slacks but she has a few casual items as well as her school robes crammed in there somewhere. She takes pride in her looks though she doesn't focus on them alone. Her vanity is fully stocked with perfume, hair brushes make up and all that sort. She always smells like Jasmine and it emanate off of her at all times. She's easy to be alert for as the clack of her stilettos often gives her a way all too easily.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Cold and malicious. Ludivine is a tempestuous person and caries around a sense of importance and power that could squash the first self conscious person to come her way. She's self centered sometimes but thinks mostly of her people. Meaning she only cares about other pure bloods who choose to follow Voldemort. Anyone else can rot for all she cares. And if she has anything to do with it, they more than likely will. Given an order to kill she would in less than a second. She's utterly unremorsefull and doesn't give a damn what others think of her or her methods.

Although, there is a side of Ludivine not many see. A soft side. Provided there was a man good enough for her. Someone tall, strong, handsome, wise...preferably wearing a fedora -wink-. If such a man came along, Ludivine had always vowed to make a perfect mate. Strong, beautiful, loyal, and great at....well things that should not be mentioned in front of smaller ears. Not to mention, she swore if a man came, she would love him unlike any other lover. Timelessly and desperately. Always willing to be a pet for him. Someone to hang on his arm and to help him with his dirty work.
This soulless being:
Storms
Pure Bloods
Fashion
Malice
Her 5 in. peep toe black stilettos.
Is just as lost:
Warm fuzzy crap
Peace, Love and Happiness
That stupid Ryan girl
Narks.
Pink stuff and Unicorns. Blood stupid if you ask me.

As everyone else:
Determination
Intimidation
Loyalty
Pretty
And Pure blooded of course.
In a world that knows only hate:
Wishes someone as powerful and demanding as her could lover like no one else
has a soft spot for bad asses.
her left ankle... Had a wardrobe malfunction three years ago its never been the same.
her cold heart gets in her way of what she wants sometimes.
has a small scar on her wrist from the same wardrobe malfunction and wishes never to talk about it.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Being Filthy rich and powerful isn't the most important thing in the world to her though she makes it seem that way
And really wants to be a Death Eater but her a parents think it's too dangerous and that only boys should fight.

They left me to die:
Genevieve and Jean Claude Hugo
On a bed of roses:
Brigitte and Victor Theiry
Blood seeping through:
None of them have been Death Eaters though they are all very loyal.
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich as all hell
What a bitter story of love:
Ludivine grew up in Nice France and had a happy spoiled rotten child hood. She'd grown up knowing that all moodbloods where filth and that she should never ever talk to them and if one so much as looked into the yard she was to call their security guards to have them removed quickly. Her family often went on vacations and currently own 4 vacation homes in various places including one in London which they've given to Ludivine to use after she finishes school. All though she does think it's rather small for a 24 bedroom mansion.

At the age of 6 they took a trip to Venice where she ran across a little Italian boy and fell into a sort of puppy love. Until she found out he was a muggle born in which case she swiftly attempted to drown him in the marshy Venetian Lagoon along the Adriatic Sea. The only other incident similar to this was the time when she was 5 a little girl attempted to reach for her doll on the streets of Paris and Ludivine choked her half to death with a stiff baguette. Even as a child her nannies had a hard time keeping her from killing any one.

Her parents thought she was a perfect example of a pure blooded girl. Clean, pretty, smart, and so very well dressed. At the early age of 9 Ludivine developed a high sense of style and sophistication. All ways looking years beyond herself, she caught the attention of many other pure blooded parents. In their social circle, Ludivine was a treasure and would never grow old alone.

At age 11 Mr. and Mrs. Theiry decided that their perfect daughter should not go to Beaxbatons because they thought it would make her a sissy. So instead they sent her to Hogwarts. The school where Voldemorte studied. Any school good enough for him to learn at was good enough for her. So she'd grown there until now. Making her mark on the lesser children and being held as a leading lady to the more worthy students. She resides in Slytherin where she knew she belonged and her parents naturally couldn't be any more proud.

((I'd put a mature rating on this but I promise it won't be too overly explanatory about the graphic nature of the plot))

((Wednesday, 16th, late in the evening.))

There was a distinctive tune she whistled. An eery lullaby that filled the halls as she walked through the dungeons. She knew exactly who she was looking for tonight. Her lust for blood shed was being directed on a very deserving victim. Varekai Vector. Ludivine and Vector had been assigned to lead the veelas together. Tonight would be the fourth night in a row she tried to get together with her partner to make war plans and all the girl did was blow her off or prattle on about her stupid filthy human babies. Well, with all the annoyance, she deserved what she was getting.

Catching pace with her prey, Ludivine smiled. "Varekai my pet?" The sounds of their feet halted and faded into the silence as she turned the poor girl's back to face the wall. "You must be so overwhelmed, darling. You've not been able to get back to me on our plans." The girl interjected attempting to take a stab at all her time spent with the men in her life, but Ludivine was much quicker than that, "You've not even 'ad time to get your nails done." She tutted her tongue and pulled a file from her pocket and took up the girl's hand. Tutting again she began to file away the grime and the edges on Varekai's nails. "Ne brouille pas les cartes....C'est ta derniere carte." ((translated: Don't complicate things. This is your last chance. Literally: Don't mix the cards, You've played your last card.)) She smiled at her like she'd said something sweet. Soon she was filing too far and Varekai tried to pull away as she whimpered a little. Ludivine just smiled and kept filing till blood was apparent on the girl's fingers.

She of course finally gave the girl a break and let go. Besides, she liked a good chase. As Varekai zig zaged down the hall, Ludivine pulled out her want and aimed straight at her back. "Petrificus Totalus." Going ridged and falling to the floor, Varekai Vector could now be conscious for her own death, but without the struggle. Ludivine stood over her and smiled. "Quel bouffon. Tu me donne envie de vomir." ((What a fool. You make me want to vomit.)) She sighed and took a silvery blade from her robes before casting the garment aside and standing in a pair of pinstripe black pants and a white dress shirt with black suspenders and Black heals. "J'en ai assez." ((I've had enough.))

Twenty minutes later, she straightened up and whipped the blood off her knife with her robes. Blood on her hands was used to draw a dripping heart on the wall, as Vector lay dead in a lake of her own blood on the floor. The sound of footsteps was heard from down the corridor and Ludivine slowly sank behind a tapestry and into it's hidden alcove to await her next victim.


((I just picked my fav post from previously))

[peterr]