Victorie Bludger

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Victorie Bludger

"It's a good thing all my family is dead, because they would probably be a little freaked out by that."

PLAY BY:Emilie Autumn



Birth Name :: Victorie Bludger
Nicknames :: Lass, Vic
Apparent Age :: 21
Occupation :: Singer/songwriter and instrumentalist


Powers :: [/center]
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-Shifting-
This is the ability that let's Victorie shift from her human to that of her animal - a wolf - and then back to her human form. The pain of the shift from human to wolf has been alleviated due to the fact that she can fast shift from human to beast, but the transformation back is very painful.


-Improved Strength, Senses, & Resilience-
Because she is a werewolf, Victorie is stronger and more resilient than a human, even in her own human form. Her senses are also heightened to those of her animal.

-Regeneration-
This allows her to heal injuries and even dismembered limbs....except for if she's decapitated.

-Vital Signs-
This ability allows Valerie to pick up on the vitals of another. She can detect fear and also lying with this ability.

-Solace-
With this ability,Victorie draws calm energy from her surroundings which helps to keep her calm and on an even keel. It also helps her to recharge so that she's always at her best.

-Tracking-
She can pick up a scent, even human, and follow it for at least an hour after the source of the scent has gone.

-Emotional-Shift Control-
Should Victorie find herself in a heightened state of emotion, she is able to hold off a shift until she can find somewhere else to do it. However, she must shift within twelve hours after suppression; otherwise, she will go through immense pain until she does.

-Pain Tolerance-
Victorie has a higher threshold for pain that a normal human unless the injury is made by silver or fire.

-Accelerated Shift-Coma-
Usually after shifting, a were falls into a deep, coma-like sleep that lasts for usually 12 hours, but this shortens that time frame for Victorie to about two hours of recovery time.


-Command of Animal-
Since she's a werewolf, this gives Victorie command over wolves.


-Intimacy Manipulation-
This ability allows Victorie to let her wolf feel the sensations she feels during sex, giving pleasure to them both.


-Sprint of the Wolf-
Even though she has the enhanced speed and resilience, this ability allows her to run farther and longer than any other.

Likes ::

Tattoos
Piercings
Anything fast
Being around the others in the pack
The club scene
A good drink with friends
Mustangs
Harleys
Watching sunrises & sunsets
Her own time to herself
Coffee (including coffee liquor)

Dislikes ::

Reminders that her family is gone
Mouthy people
Fire
The smell of human blood
Pushy people
Being underestimated

Strengths ::

Being a werewolf
Strong-willed
Dedication & loyalty
Strong work ethic
Speaks her mind
Fun to be around
Always gives 100%
Surviving the crash that killed her parents

Weakness ::

The memory of losing her mother & father
Can be withdrawn at times
Physical touch (she thrives on it)
Can drink a little too much sometimes
Fiery temper
Pride (won't ask for help even if she needs it//hopefully this will change)
Feels like she's too broken for someone to love
Questions herself at times
Can be a little over analytical
Being a werewolf

Personality ::

She is a feisty, fun loving young woman with a love and deep appreciation for life. Having lost both her parents in a house fire and nearly losing her own life in the same night, she knows that life should never be taken for granted. She can be a little naive sometimes, but all in all, she's a good girl with a good head on her shoulders. She's a hard worker, and she takes pride in the work that she does. From singing on stage to millions of people, Victorie does her best to do it right and make sure that her fans are satisfied.

For as much as she's lost, Victorie has stayed as strong-willed as every, seeming to have let her losses contribute to her strength. However, she can be withdrawn at times, needing time alone to herself to sort through her emotions and thoughts. As much as she enjoys this alone time though, she craves the company includes even though she is a loner. [/size]



Mother :: Evangeline Bludger/Seamstress/Deceased
Father :: Lt. Col. Shane Mitchell Bludger/Air Force /Deceased
Siblings:: Only Child
Children ::None
Pets :: Few cats and some rats
Birthplace :: New York City

History ::

Victorie Bludger was born in New York City, New York, on New Year's Day in 1985. Her mother was a fashion designer originally from Los Angeles, California, and her father was an Air Force pilot from Staten Island, New York. She was the youngest at the time For a while, the family lived at Langley AFB near Hampton, Virginia. However after her father retired from the USAF, the family moved and settled in New York City, New York.

She was sixteen when she experienced her first life hardship She'd run into some trouble with a rival motorcycle group and was challenged to a race. Her mother tried to convince her not to go, but she was so lost in her temper that it was like she couldn't hear her and went anyway. Her mother followed Victorie, still trying to convince her not to go through with this....that she had a bad feeling. No luck; she raced anyway, but as she and her opponent were going into a rather sharp turn, she lost control of her bike, she and the bike sliding across the pavement until they collided with a barrier. Her mother rushed to her daughter's side as she called for 911.

Her parents tried all they could to get her past it, and it looked like she was doing better, but if her mother had looked a little closer at her when she was helping her get dressed for a Halloween party, she would have seen that Victorie wasn't as alright as they thought. If she would have looked, she would seen the healing scars and the fresh cuts on the inside of her left thigh. But, this went unnoticed, so nothing was done about it.

She went with her mother and father that night to a Halloween party at her Grandmother Delarosa's house in Cape Vincent. Of course, there were alcoholic drinks for the adults and regular drinks for those underage. However, Victorie wasn't really in a party type mood. She was getting that bad feeling again. And, it seemed that her mother and father's inner wolves could feel it as well as her grandmother's wolf because all three of them kept asking her if she was okay. She would simply nod and walk away, her anticipation seeming to grow even more when it came time to leave.

Victorie and her parents were making their way back to their condo in New York City. The never saw the drunk driver running the red light until it was too late. He slammed into the side of the car, causing it to spin and flip. Her parents were thrown through the windshield causing them to be decapitated; death was instant. However, she was trapped in the back seat, the seat belt and mangled metal of the crash her cold, cruel prison. There was a lot of bleeding from a place behind her ear near her hairline, and when the drunk driver hit the car, her smashed in the left side, so there were pieces of metal from that stuck in her left shoulder blade and in her left side. She wanted to shift so that she could heal herself quicker, but there was so much pain that she couldn't focus enough to shift.

The rescue team got there within minutes of the wreck, and got Victorie out of the car and into the ambulance. But, she flatlined twice on the way to the hospital in the ambulance. She was rushed in to the ER where she flatlined one more time before they finally got her stable enough to remove the pieces of metal from her side and her shoulderblade. They also checked to make sure that there were no internal injuries. She was checked over, stitched up and placed in a room where she had to stay for a few weeks, not even able to go to her parents' funeral.

After getting out of the hospital,she went and stayed with her Grandmother Delarosa in Cape Vincent to finish her recovery. But, she missed being with her parents, and it seemed that the recovery time was just dragging by which pushed her into a deep depression during which time she reverted back to her former habit of coping with the pain - cutting - and in the same spot as before. However, this time, someone was paying attention, and her grandmother insisted that she see someone about it, but she simply informed her that she just wanted to be near the pack.....to feel that family vibe again.....to feel like she belonged.

Victorie has since found her own place near a beach in Forks - a nice studio-style loft space near the house. Later on she received word her grandmother's house alone with her in it was burnt to the ground by The Volturi.




Role Play Example ::

In all it's forms was a beautiful thing. For her only the soft rhythmic thumping filled the small quiet space. For the food sitting near her trying hard to divert it's gaze, there was nothing but the sound of breathing. Humans didn't have the kind of hearing her kind did. But she'd heard that if scared enough they could hear their own heart pumping in their ears. What an interesting concept. What she never understood was why the males worked so hard to get her attention and once they had it they no longer wanted it. Maybe because that wild, feral aura seemed alluring until they realized it wasn't just an aura, it was what the female before them was.

Of course she would never understand them and unlike most men probably would take the time to try. How she did love toying with them though. Much like a cat with a mouse before the mouse became it's lunch. The men were fun too but not as fun as the females. But in their own right their will to put up made them funner on a different level. That wasn't to say that none of the females had fight or that their own men who cowered in fear most times. There were a little of both. It always amused her their differences.

She watched him in a cold silence. Not a word would be spoken, not even in a whisper. She didn't talk. It was something that was beat into her. She wouldn't unless told..well more like forced.In truth that was far from it. So it was that those harsh greedish eyes would be the only communication for her. Something she'd seen in him would spark that fear to an even higher peek and she would make his escape from the confined place they were in. It would be his biggest mistake and the last one he'd ever make.

She rose and paused for a languid stretch. She didn't go right after him. She didn't have to. She knew she wouldn't get far and besides it would be stupid to call attention to herself. She moved out the door and down the street. Her nose led her closer and closer to his location until she had him trapped. Her head tilted as she moved in closer to him. "Don't you know running makes the predator chase?" That voice that filled the space was as soft and dark. A deep sound that seemed to reach inside and stir reactions that not many could cause with just a voice. Stunned the man blinked at her. She no doubt thought him mute or something. She could see he didn't know what to do or say.

Taking the opportunity she moved closer and closer still until she was right upon him. His fear came back and she savored the taste but only for so long. He screams he muffled quickly. She made sure to be as neat as possible. Licking her lips she rose, adjusted his shirt and cut through to the woods were she'd made her home she was always careful to get them in an area no one would be around. She always finished them completely leaving no trace of herself or them.