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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Katerina Anne La Beau
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty-one
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: 
Beauxbatons - 1936' graduation class

Residence:
Rose Street, London

Occupation
Singer & Escort

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 10
  • Divination: 9
  • Transfiguration: 9
  • Summoning: 4
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
  • Elizabeth Marques
  • Rosalie Bloom
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Born and bred at France, Katerina Arabella Duchenne was the oldest daughter of a powerful criminal. The rebelliness of her late teens leaded to an involvement with Peter La Beau - a boy three years older than her, poor, muggleborn and one of her father's henchmen. In resume, everything her family wouldn't approve. They fled in the middle of the night shortly after her graduation at Beauxbatons and settled up in London the best they could. What was not much, to say the least.

She probably could come to really love him, at some point in a distant future - especially after those frail moments after a miscarriage at some point in the four years they lived together. The dreamful, optimist way of Peter a clash against her realist and pratical mind. If given the chance, it could have worked for them.

Unfortunately, he died. A bad case of splinch.

Harlotry was not even close of being her first choice, and yet it was better and more profitable than spend the rest of her days cleaning tables, rooms and sheets - and a girl couldn't live just with the meager tips after singing in rundown pubs. The galleons would be the same, anyway. She moved to a far better quaint little house in Rose Street, leaving behind that unsavory rat-hole back at Grimmauld Place.

Too many others love endeavors had taught her that she had a rotten finger for men and a taste for crapules. So, instead, she focused at bettering her clientele.Katerina has become quite a name in her trade - being recognized as The Siren after some time. Singing turned out to be more of a hobby than an income, but she keep doing it for pleasure. She prefers to spend her spare time alone - be it in art galleries, in day walks at Godric's Park or just lazily sprawled in her garden while reading a book - and definitely out of the bedroom.

The woman has few to none interest in politics - beside an sparse involvement in favor of gender-equality. The idea a purist wizarding society usually makes her laugh, but since most of her clients are fierce defenders of such notions - as well of tradition, family and honor, all the while they are laying down with her in silken sheets whereas their pretty wives await for them at home - she usually refrain from doing so in public. Nowadays, she rarely thinks about the life she left behind and is considerably satisfied with her surroundings.

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Option Two -

Katerina pursed her lips with displeasure. She was already regretting getting out of home at all.

It was one of her rare day offs, and by some reason only Merlin could understand, she had thought that coming to Diagon Alley was a good idea. It was clear as the day how much she as wrong, now. She had no problem with crowds, very much the other way around to be honest, but this didn't mean she enjoyed the endless 'pull-and-push' flow of the rush hours. But it was also an incredible dull day- no, incredible dull week. Boredom had been pouring down through all her pores, making her skin itch for some entertainment.

Her flowered summer dress was tarnished by damp stains of red and gold. It was starting to seep through the cloth and reaching her skin. Great she tought while drawing her wand and muttering a quickly "Tergeo". Well, at least she wasn't glistering anymore, even if there was nothing to be done about the dampness. Maybe she had been acting a little edgy today, but she also couldn't bring herself to care. She spent most of her time being all forced smiles and pleasantries, she had the right to act a bit uncivilized sometimes.

But she also remembered herself - just in time before she snapped at the poor man - that it was not like she would die just because of some snow pouring at her. She could as well act like an adult, at least. With an undignified sniffle, she said:

"Better watch your feet, monsieur."
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