Dorcas Selene Vence
January 2nd, 1860
Acacia, 10 1/2", Peacock feather
Patricia Vence - Mother, 40
Franklin Vence - Father, 70
Rowena Vence - Sister, 19
Wilton Vence - Brother, 17
Dorcas is graceful in her movement and reasonably agile when necessary - though of course dresses do restrict one's movement. Above average for a girl, Dorcas reaches five feet and six inches when at her tallest and possesses a figure that is leaning more towards the curvy side than the very slim. That isn't to say she is overweight - merely padded where others might be considered bony. She uses her right hand for magic as she does with writing and most other occupations that have a dominant hand needed. She is very fashion conscious and strives to wear the best she can afford that compliment her figure adequately.
Dorcas was the first born child to Patricia and Franklin Vence in the late winter months of 1860. She was a perfectly normal and healthy baby with minimal problems of any sort. Being the first daughter born to the family, she was promised to Percival as soon as she came of age. She was a very content and happy child, that is, until Rowena was born. Being so very young, Dorcas had not held any ill will towards her new baby sister though she would come to do so in time. As soon as she was old enough to understand what the crying creature was, she had been excited and wanted to play and didn't understand why she was not allowed to. Her nose a little out of joint about this for a while, she gradually overcame this and once her younger sister was of the right age, was allowed to play.
However, now that she was a little older, her ideas of playing were a little wild and perhaps not quite suitable for her younger sister. She wanted to play hide and seek and to pretend to be princesses but was frustrated by what she considered to be her younger sister's inability to play properly. It was around then that their was a third and final addition to the family in the form of a brother. By now, Dorcas was developing a streak of jealousy as she felt as though Rowena was some sort of attempted improvement or replacement for her and Wilton was the son every parent wanted.
Dorcas' dissatisfaction with her siblings was something she only aired when she found opportunity - if something broke or was ruined, she would blame Rowena or Wilton. She didn't tell her siblings outright that she didn't like them but she did do her best to boss them around and make things a little more unpleasant than they had to be. Dorcas' first display of magic occurred when she was five and she grew exceptionally jealous of her sister who had been gifted a new toy - a nearby vase suddenly burst into pieces. Her parents were pleased that she was not a squib and so overlooked the reason for the flare of magic in the first place and after the attention, she felt a little less jealous of her siblings - she was still the first born and first loved. Wasn't she?
When it came to her sister's seventh birthday, a nine year old Dorcas had been rather jealous - naturally all the attention was on Rowena but she was getting to the age where weddings and courting and the likes were starting to fill her mind. Percival was just one more reason for her to resent her sister. She thought he preferred her younger sister and grew steadily more jealous and bitter over it all - he was supposed to be her betrothed. She was the eldest! She had been promised to him at birth and yet he seemed to favor her sister. It perhaps didn't help that she found herself somewhat infatuated with him.
At age eleven, Dorcas received her Hogwarts letter as was expected and was glad to be away from her younger siblings. Once there, she was sorted into Slytherin. As a student, she was not overly academic, preferring the social side of school life though he wasn't the most outgoing of creatures, preferring a small group of friends rather than a whole horde of them. Her third year was a challenge - she didn't like sharing the school with Rowena but she was relieved the sharing didn't extend to common rooms, her being a Hufflepuff was nothing short of a blessing.
Dorcas tried her hardest to outdo her sister in many ways, only finding herself to envy at how effortlessly her sister made things look. It wasn't fair. She was convinced her sister was simply there to make her own life difficult - she was obviously scheming to ruin it! At least, that was how she saw it. In the meantime, she tried to forget that Percival had ever shown signs of being close to Rowena. She made the most of every occasion on which they saw each other, delighted (almost wickedly so) that she would be marrying him as her infatuation had somewhere along the lines turned into love. Being a poor judge of other people, she was unable to tell whether he returned her feelings or not but she was content enough in the knowledge that they would marry anyhow, feelings on his part could develop later.
Upon turning eighteen and anticipating her marriage with an almost giddy excitement (internally), she was devastated when all of a sudden it was to be Rowena who would marry Percival. Not only did it wound her pride that she had lost her fiancee to her younger sister, but that her sister should marry before her! Of course, the fact that she had grown to love Percival didn't help in the slightest. Had she had any last shred of sisterly warmth and affection towards her younger sister, it was gone upon finding out the changed arrangements. It didn't help in the slightest that Percival seemed happy with the changes.
She didn't allow her sister to see how hurt and upset she was - she didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that her 'win' had gotten to her. She felt so bitter towards her that she barely spoke civilly to her unless she had no choice about it. The fact her father had not changed his mind only angered her further.
Once Rowena had graduated, it only got worse. She loathed seeing the pair in the same vicinity, knowing she was rejected by him and usurped by her. For that reason she became rather more sharp and irritable, not liking to stay in the same room with them any longer than she was required to.
With the marriage of her sister and Percival going forward without any hitches or sudden declarations of love between himself and Dorcas, she has since been extremely aggressive towards her sister and bitter towards him.
Personality: Dorcas always feels like the victim in a situation. Her world revolves around her and everyone ought to realize that. She's prone to sulking and holding grudges over the smallest of matters. She can be very loving and caring, though when she is it is often to the point of smothering a person with too much affection, making her rather clingy. She has a rather volatile temper if things aren't going her way and can snap quite quickly though this only tends to happen when she is stressed and under pressure of some sort.
Boggart: Becoming an old maid - represented by seeing herself old with wrinkles and alone.
Amortentia: Percival, citrus and peppermint.
Sample Roleplay Post: See Ursula etc.