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.
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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