“She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.”

you fascinated me
basic essence
NAME: Valerie Clementine Gray
DATE OF BIRTH: 15 March 2076
AGE OF FIRST SIGN OF MAGIC: 6
BORN IN: White Rock, British Columbia
CURRENTLY RESIDES: Tacoma, Washington
LANGUAGES: English
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: someone permanently under my skin, apparently

HAIR: white-blonde
EYES: grey
HEIGHT: 5'10"
BUILD: slender
MB TYPE: ESTJ-T

Valerie is quite stubborn and does not always listen well, especially when she believes her side of the story to be correct. In fact, she is quite likely to do the opposite of what is asked of her out of spite. She's very independent, determined, and does not appreciate those who pity. She also has a particular dislike of optimistic and super happy people. Her stubbornness fused with her often short fuse can result in her going from 0 to banshee crazy at the drop of a hat if provoked.

FACE CLAIM: Nastya Kumarova
POST FACE: Georgia & #856363 (dusty rose)


cloaked in shadow and secrecy
magical essence
BLOOD STATUS: No-Maj-born
WAND: 12.25 inches, cherry, Antipodean Opaleye heartstring
FAMILIAR: Duchess [Turkish Angora]
PATRONUS: Corsican Ram
BOGGART: none of your concern
AMORENTIA: also none of your concern
ANIMAGUS FORM: barn owl

SCHOOL: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
HOUSE: Wampus
YEAR: Seventh
FAVORABLY INCLINED SUBJECTS: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, & Transfiguration
LESS INCLINED SUBJECTS: Divination & History of Magic
EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES: Dueling Club, Quodpot team

the beauty of a broken angel
familial essence & personal history
FATHER: Jamie Edward Gray [No-Maj] ✝
MOTHER: Olivia Eloise Gray [No-Maj] ✝
BROTHER: Shane [No-Maj] ✝
PATERNAL UNCLE: Callum Edward Gray [No-Maj]
PATERNAL AUNT: Elizabeth Susanne Gray [No-Maj]
PATERNAL COUSINS: Joshua (16) [No-Maj], Rebecca (12) [No-Maj], Adam (7) [No-Maj]
MATERNAL UNCLE: Sean Franklin Kronshagen [No-Maj]
MATERNAL AUNT: Ariel Renee Kronshagen [No-Maj]
MATERNAL COUSINS: Joshua (9) [No-Maj] ✝, Ryan (8) [No-Maj]

Valerie was always difficult and stubborn, even before she was born as she came into this world in breech position. Born into an impoverished family in the middle of the night on a particularly windy day, Valerie was often left in the care of the family's good Samaritan neighbors starting as an infant. Her father spent the majority of his earnings as a bankteller at the Black Jack table rather than providing for his family, thus resulting in her mother working long hours at a juice production factory and would come home each night with a carton of juice she had pressed and boxed herself that day which she shared with her children over crusts of bread she had salvaged from the discarded bits of sandwiches the factory also produced. These moments of being huddled around by their matchbox sized kitchen table eating crusts of bread and sharing a carton of juice (typically apple but on the rare special occasion cranberry) were the favorite moments of Valerie's day.

A little after her sixth birthday in the midst of a terrible tantrum, a sizable earthquake shook the area leaving her home (and only her home for some reason) in shambles with Valerie the sole survivor of her family. She was then sent to live with her paternal uncle's (and godfather) family in Tacoma, Washington.