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xxxxxxx𝓣𝓲𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓮̈𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓔𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓻xxxxxxx
xxxℬ𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼xxx
xxxFᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tiphanie Noëlla Escoffier
xxxNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Tip, Tippie
xxxAɢᴇ: 33, but tells people she's 23
xxxBɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 08 April 2027
xxxBʟᴏᴏᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Pureblood
xxxGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ: Female
xxxOʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Lesbian/Aeromantic
xxxZᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: Aries
xxxBirth Stone: Diamond
xxxWᴀɴᴅ: Ebony wood & Veela hairs (her own), 10.5", Rigid with an intricately designed handle
xxxMᴏʀᴇ Tʜᴀɴ Aᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ: Veela
xxxFᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Candice Swanepoel
xxx𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻xxx
xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ: Beauxbatons Academy
xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ: Aphrodite
xxxYᴇᴀʀ/Class Of: 2045
xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ: Fashion Model
xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ: High Couture Designer
xxxℳ𝒜𝒯ℛ𝒪𝒩 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Astronomy - O
xxxxx⇾Charms - O
xxxxx⇾Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
xxxxx⇾Herbology - T (refused the class and the exam)
xxxxx⇾History of Magic - O
xxxxx⇾Flying - O
xxxxx⇾Potions - O
xxxxx⇾Transfiguration - O
xxxxx⇾Etiquette - O
xxxxx⇾Fencing - O
xxxxx⇾Cursebreaking - O
xxxxx⇾Divinations - O (not a seer, but really convincing)
xxxxx⇾Healing - D (knows the magic, can't help people)
xxxxx⇾Music - O
xxxxx⇾Wandless Magic - O
xxxxx⇾Wandlore - O
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx
xxxxx⇾Mᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ:
Growing up, Tiphanie learned to use her beauty and charisma to make people do as she wished. When she was an adult, she’d perfected the art, using her skills to get whatever she wanted of people. She won’t ever let this skill fade.
xxxxx⇾Hɪɢʜ Mᴀɪɴᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴄᴇ:
It takes a lot to keep Tiphanie happy. Lots of money for her beauty routine, lots of attention and adoration from anyone she’d dare call a friend, much less a lover. Very few people can handle her demands.
xxxxx⇾Sᴛᴇʀɴ:
Anyone not following Tiphanie’s command is a potential threat. Tiphanie likes things done in very precise fashion, and if not done perfectly, she will order things done correctly.
xxxxx⇾Nᴀʀᴄɪssɪsᴛɪᴄ:
Tiphanie truly believes she’s the most perfect person. Everyone should fall to adoration, everyone should do all they can for her. If anyone tries to confront her views, they may encounter her anger, her undiluted rage at being less than perfect.
xxxxx⇾Lᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ:
Despite her obsession with creative arts, Tiphanie is perfectly logical. She struggles with anything creative, and instead opts for cold calculation. Anything she makes, anything she chooses to purchase, often matches these views.
xxxxx⇾Hᴀʀᴅᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ:
Tiphanie has always been a hard worker, always choosing to grind out a few extra hours at work, or choose a harder path in order to get the most gain.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Modeling
xxxxx⇾High Couture
xxxxx⇾Healthy Food
xxxxx⇾Being Photographed
xxxxx⇾Designer Clothing
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Kids (especially boys, girls can be molded)
xxxxx⇾Men
xxxxx⇾Carbs or Fatty Foods
xxxxx⇾Dogs, especially big ones
xxxxx⇾Cheap People
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Modeling
xxxxx⇾Doing Makeup Art
xxxxx⇾Photography
xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Intimidating, but usually as something to be awed, not necessarily feared
xxxxx⇾Incredibly Hardworking
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Egotistical
xxxxx⇾Incredible Jealousy of anyone that could be perceived as "better" than herself
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Have a perfect little girl follow her steps
xxxxx⇾Become THE top name in fashion
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Someone discovering her shameful secrets
xxxxx⇾Being considered "old news"
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
Tiphanie was born to a veela pack, a family of sorts, all in Paris, France. From a very early age, she was set to follow her mother’s footsteps in pageants and beauty shows. She was put in dance classes and anything else that could help her win. She was never allowed to complain, so she grew into her role. The more wins she accrued, the more her vanity grew. She was destined to be beautiful, to be perfect.
As she got older, she became somewhat of a glass bottle. Beautiful, intricate, but prone to shattering in anger if misjudged. Losses became personal slights, victories became fuel for her inner fire. When she was eleven, she was invited to attend Beauxbatons Academy, and though she wanted to continue her fashionable career, her parents sent her off to the Academy to perfect skills in the magical arts.
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx
Tiphanie quickly found the popular kids and joined their circle, where she remained throughout her years. Any time she wasn’t growing her social circle, she was studying hard to make sure her grades were as she was, perfect. Luckily, she was able to prove herself every day, before graduating at the top of her class.
xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
The second she graduated, Tiphanie found her way back to the center of attention. She applied as a model, and due to her unnatural beauty, she was quickly accepted. She started out modeling lingerie and bathing suits. After a few years, a designer took her under wing, and Tiphanie was able to work with Charlotte Wellbelove. Charlotte had four kids, all from one pregnancy. The best part, three were girls. After using her charm to befriend Charlotte, she found out that they’d been created using a donor, Tiphanie decided she’d do the same. If she found the same man, she’d be guaranteed a girl. After all, Charlotte Wellbelove’s son was merely a fluke.
After some extensive digging, as well as casually charming the receptionist at the clinic, Tiphanie was able to find the same donor and moved to get pregnant.
Due to her career, Tiphanie fell into the shadows, not wanting anyone to know she was pregnant until she welcomed her daughter. Sure enough, doctors confirmed her belief, agreeing that it would be a baby girl. She prepared a beautiful nursery, all done up in pinks and lace. Unfortunately, the cold November night, she gave birth to a baby boy. Immediately, hatred filled her, the woman wanting nothing to do with a boy. Boys were awful, horrible people, and she couldn’t stand it. Why was she cursed this way?
Between her own parents and the hospital staff, Tiphanie left a few days later with the boy, before quickly shirking off any responsibility on anyone else she could. Family, babysitters, anyone. He was only a weeks old when she left him behind so she could go to gyms, fancy parties, and other social events to get back into her former career. She told everyone that she’d simply been in an accident so she’d never have to explain that she’d been cursed with a son.
As he grew older, she took it as permission to leave on longer trips, caring less about Bieito’s safety, and more about herself. As soon as he was old enough, he was shipped off to boarding school, given strict rules not to mention his mother. The school called many times about issues and altercations, but she didn’t care. She was young and child-free, so actions didn’t matter. Finally, when he was eleven, she’d gotten a letter for Hogwarts school, rather than Beauxbatons Academy. She senselessly grew enraged about the school, despite knowing her son had been born within the borders of the UK. He’d gone to schools in France, so why did birth matter? She eventually decided it didn’t matter, as long as her curse was sent away. Perhaps, she’d pack up and move, if only to prevent it from returning.
xxxℛ𝒆𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼xxx
xxxLᴏᴠᴇᴅ Oɴᴇ:
xxxBᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ:
xxxFʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Charlotte Wellbelove, Chelle Davisson
xxxEɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: Too many to count
xxxFᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
xxxxx⇴Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Jean-Luc & Emilie Escoffier
xxxxx⇴Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: Veela Flock?
xxxxx⇴Gʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs:
xxxxx⇴Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: Bieito Escoffier (though no one knows that shameful little secret)
xxxxx⇴Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
xxxPᴇᴛ:
xxx𝓞𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷xxx
xxx𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ: Kale, Health Smoothies
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴀɴᴅʏ: Dehydrated Fruit Bites
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ: Birds
xxxAʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs: None
xxxIɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs Pʟᴀʏᴇᴅ: Piano -Intermediate
xxxLᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: French, English
xxxAᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: Parisian French
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 12:36 pm
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xxxxxxxBιᥱιto Cᥱ́sᥲιrᥱ Esᥴoffιᥱrxxxxxxx
xxxℬ𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼xxx
xxxFᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Bieito Césaire Escoffier
xxxNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Bitsy, Bitty, Bee
xxxAɢᴇ: 11
xxxBɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: 11 November 2047
xxxBʟᴏᴏᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Pureblood
xxxGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ: Ambiguous
xxxOʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ?????
xxxZᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: Scorpio
xxxBirth Stone: Citrine
xxxWᴀɴᴅ: Hazel & Veela Hairs, 8.75", Springy with a Decorated Shaft
xxxMᴏʀᴇ Tʜᴀɴ Aᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ: Half-Veela
xxxFᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Jean-Baptiste Maunier
xxx𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻xxx
xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ: ?????
xxxYᴇᴀʀ/Class Of: First Year
xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ: Student
xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ: Fashion Model, just like Momma always wanted
xxx𝒪𝒲𝐿 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾
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xxx𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾
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xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx
xxxxx⇾Oᴘᴛɪᴍɪsᴛɪᴄ:
Despite being all but invisible to the public eye, Bieito is sure he will eventually get his time in the spotlight. Even if he’s not famous or anything, he knows people will eventually know him for him.
xxxxx⇾Sᴋɪᴛᴛɪsʜ:
Too many times, he’s tried to meet people, only for his mom to scold him and push him back. Now, Bieito is nervous around people, always terrified that he’ll get in trouble just for sharing his name.
xxxxx⇾Oʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ:
Whatever momma says, momma gets. Bieito is quite used to following orders, making sure to try and do everything perfectly. It was always hard to do, but he’d always try, no matter what.
xxxxx⇾Cʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ:
Bieito has always been creative, though usually never had anyone to share his talent with. His creativity usually manifests in anything fashion related, since that was what he was raised around. He’s also pretty good with watercolors.
xxxxx⇾Sᴇʟғ-Sᴜғғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴛ:
With momma always being gone on shows, Bieito got pretty familiar with taking care of himself. Even as a little guy, he’d use plastic utensils to make sandwiches or whatever to get by until Momma came home with some healthy shakes and smoothies.
xxxxx⇾Sᴜᴘᴇʀsᴛɪᴛɪᴏᴜs:
When everything is dark and spooky, certain rhythms could keep the fear at bay. From tossing salt to avoiding sidewalk cracks, Bieito tried them all. His favorite by far is wearing mis-matched socks to avoid bad luck... not that it always helps.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Painting with Watercolors
xxxxx⇾Couture Fashion
xxxxx⇾Fancy Buttons (he collects them!)
xxxxx⇾Pretty Music (usually classical)
xxxxx⇾Strawberry Smoothies
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Kale. It's horrible (but he will choke it down if Momma can see)
xxxxx⇾Being Teased by the kids at school
xxxxx⇾Momma's work vacations
xxxxx⇾Babysitters
xxxxx⇾Busy Trains
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Painting, especially with watercolors
xxxxx⇾Sewing
xxxxx⇾Designing Clothes
xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Self-Sufficient
xxxxx⇾Creative Thinking
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾Easily Discouraged
xxxxx⇾Never Perfect
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾To be special to someone
xxxxx⇾To make a real friend
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾That Momma will never come home
xxxxx⇾Never being good enough for love
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
Born to Tiphaine Escoffier, Bieito was immediately pushed away from his mother’s love. She had wanted a girl, had been told throughout her pregnancy that she was expecting a daughter. Unfortunately, she bore a son, which didn’t meet her plans. She barely named him, barely held him for his first few days. When she was forced to leave the hospital, she tried to plead to leave him there, but was sent home with the boy.
As Bieito got a little older, his momma went back into the public eye, claiming she had had an accident, causing medical recovery. Not a word of her new son was mentioned, but several people assumed it had been a pregnancy. She always denied any rumors of children. As work picked back up, Tiphaine found more and more excuses to leave her child at home, always with a babysitter she seldom checked.
Bieito got a bit better at making sure he could care for himself, always at a higher rate than his age normally allowed. As soon as he was old enough, Tiphaine shipped him off to a private boarding school. She paid for him to always wear designer clothes, but that was the furthest she invested into his care. Even after reports and concerns from teachers of bullying, Tiphaine simply didn’t have time to check into the issues, so the bullying remained.
Growing up into this chaos, Bieito got very used to putting his own feelings onto the backburner. Momma seldom spoke with him, usually only enough to issue orders or commands. Those, Bieito would always follow, for fear of being sent away again. Summer breaks were his favorite, because he could come home, even if he didn’t really get to spend any time with his mother. The one time he asked about his father, Momma flew into a rage, so he kept any further questions to himself.
Finally, on his eleventh birthday, He was given an invitation to go to Hogwarts school. Even with this, his mother was enraged that he hadn’t gotten invited to Beauxbatons, her Alma Mater. Eventually, she accepted his invitation, yet another boarding school to ship her son away to. He hoped this would be a change of pace, somewhere safe to exist as himself.
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx
xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
xxxℛ𝒆𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼xxx
xxxLᴏᴠᴇᴅ Oɴᴇ:
xxxBᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Momma?
xxxFʀɪᴇɴᴅs:
xxxEɴᴇᴍɪᴇs:
xxxFᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
xxxxx⇴Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Tiphanie Escoffier
xxxxx⇴Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: None
xxxxx⇴Gʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Jean-Luc & Emilie Escoffier
xxxxx⇴Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ:
xxxxx⇴Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
xxxPᴇᴛ:
xxx𝓞𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷xxx
xxx𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ: Strawberry Smoothies
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴀɴᴅʏ: Strawberries?
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Yellow
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ: Bees
xxxAʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs: Peanuts
xxxIɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs Pʟᴀʏᴇᴅ: Piano, basic, self-taught
xxxLᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: French, English
xxxAᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: Parisian French
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