El Taco Taco

Greetings, Sup and Hi.

Welcome to the guild, kiddo!

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

Sure thing! You should have a post by this evening.

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

Blammo, finished my CS. I sort of went overboard. Oops. My b

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

a ship is safe in harbor

<sup>BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT SHIPS ARE MADE FOR

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.</sup>

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n a m e

Victoire Delacour Weasley

b l o o d s t a t u s

Part Human: ¹⁄₈^th Veela

b o r n

2 May, 2000

s e x

Female

a g e

Twenty Four

h e i g h t

178 centimetres

w e i g h t

59 Kilograms

s e x u a l i t y

Heterosexual

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^{Before I am your daughter, your sister, niece, or cousin, I am my own person, and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm.}

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w a n d

Rowan, Dragon Heartstring, 8 and ¾ inches, slightly rigid.

h o g w a r t s h o u s e

Ravenclaw

a c c o l a d e s

Ravenclaw Prefect, President of Wizarding Chess Club and three times Hogwarts champion.

o c c u p a t i o n

Gringotts Curse Breaker

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^{Forget stardust – you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.}

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l i k e s

• Puzzles, from jigsaw to riddles to difficult curses.
• Stories. Victoire grew up on all the tales of her family's bravery in the face of evil, on Beedle the Bard's fables and history. Victoire is rather embarrassed by her fondness for fairytales and happily ever afters.
• Pastries and chocolate--she has something of a sweet tooth
• Early morning walks by the seaside, burrowed into a sweater and delightfully alone.
• Songbirds
• Cleanliness.

d i s l i k e s

• Parties; Victoire does not do raucous crowds.
• She doesn't touch firewhiskey--she always ends up making Very Bad Decisions Indeed.
• Being talked over or undermined.
• Victoire loathes the feeling of being stuck. She's got a terrible case of wanderlust.
• Borscht. The smell makes her ill.

h o b b i e s

• Chess--Victoire is an extremely talented player, and she makes time to play with her Uncle Ron whenever she's in town.
• Exploring. Victoire almost always has a bag ready and a whim for travel.
• Victoire is an accomplished baker. When she's stressed, she can usually be found in the kitchen.

p a t r o n u s

Swan

b o g g a r t

Manacles and chains

a m o r t e n t i a

Sea spray, old leather, traces of sugar and firewood.

p e r s o n a l i t y

"Are you sure you're a Weasley?" is one of the first things Professor Flitwick said to her. She was a shy and quiet child, and Victoire could not have been more different than her siblings and countless cousins. Preferring solitude, she often found herself drawn to empty towers, leaning out windows to let the wind whip her skin raw, to forbidden woods where magic hummed in the air, to secret passages that lead her to the wonders of Hogwarts. Endlessly curious and doggedly determined, Victoire loves nothing more than to find mysteries and unfold them. The glory is irrelevant to the delight of discovery.

But fire rages beneath the reserve and placid smiles. Victoire is passionate, fierce, wild. She loves nothing more than to sink into magic, to let the floodgates open and to battle dark curses, to bend them to her will. It serves her well as a curse breaker--but it can lead to disaster in fits of temper. She rarely indulges it, but when she does, Victoire is every bit the vicious veela, quick to go for her wand.

Her boundless curiosity compels her to wander and she resents every obstacle that slows her down. She is haunted by a need to keep moving, to keep hunting wonder, to find the next challenge. Despite her quiet, it would be folly to describe her as still.

Dark Revival (Erklings25 and El Taco Taco)

If you like! I'll get one up as soon as I can (:

Taco's Taco Truck, Take Three: The Return of the Taco. Updated 02/13/19

Buuuuuuump.

Oy!

Heya, Javi!

I'm Taco, welcome to the guild. Hope you enjoy your time here c:

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

You are too kind haha ♡

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

I pooped out angsty rubbish, so there.

blackbird claw, raven wing [ closed for El Taco Taco && Nemaisare ]

It was as if a thousand fireflies had found home in the bower, drifting in the warm evening breeze, dusting every branch, every blade of grass, bathing the world in pale gold. It was such dear magic, such a wonder, and Samaire's heart ached at the sight. The world was soft, as if it were a kind place, a good one, and it was a lie but spirits, it was one she wanted desperately to believe in.

The nymph's voice echoed in the deepest parts of Samaire's bones, calling to traces of old blood.

"<The Cathan took spirits as lovers once>," the river told her, black eyes gleaming, pale blue fingers weaving braids through Samaire's hair.

"<But spirits don't have bodies>," Samaire puzzled, twisting to look up at her friend.

"<They did, once, when your kind wished without restraint. There's old magic in your veins, child.>"


The nymph trailed fingers down the manthing's skin, her earthen eyes turning on Samaire. It coveted her man thing, loathed the metal chaining it, and Samaire's heart felt as though someone had clenched it in a fist.

"<I need>," Samaire's voice was thick with desperation, "<Home--home burned, Glass Eyes kill, I-->"

A frustrated noise tore from her throat, green eyes stinging. She couldn't find the words, couldn't do justice to the nightmare, couldn't make the nymph see why she needed the manthing. Samaire tried to blink away the tears, tried to be strong, to be a Cathan.

But if she'd been a true Cathan, she'd have died and Gildas would have lived.

"<Glass eyes killed everyone>," she choked on a sob. The river of grief had carved oxbows ever wider, curving until it burst into a flood, screaming down its old path. Samaire was a child playing at a First, useless tears and shoulders shaking, "<Mother, father, brothers Glass Eyes killed--find can't, I--I can't find, kill I have--it, he, stronger, can kill, strength I need, own don't have enough.>"