Arianne Treloar

[Arianne Treloar]

Name: Arianne Isabel Treloar
Age: Twenty
Birthday: June 21
Place of Birth: Gravesend, Britain
Current Home: Gravesend, Britain
Blood Status: Halfblood
Job: Stripper

Appearance:

Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Style: Elegantly curled, like waves falling around her head
Eye Color: Very faded blue, almost grey
Height: 5'9"
Body Type: Hourglass figure with next to no fat clinging to her and a flexible build with highly developed muscles
Dress Style: When she's not working? Big, fat coats that cover her whole body with skinny jeans and respectable long-sleeved shirts.


Character Information:

Character Likes:
Being Alone
Her Mother
Darkness
Dancing

Character Dislikes:
Surrounded By People
Her Job
Thoughts of her mother's death

Hobbies: Arianne loves dancing, and it's basically her only hobby as well as practising self-defence ever since 'the event' (shown below)
Strengths: Duelling, muggle self-defence, dancing
Weaknesses: Claustrophobic, frightened of being touched anywhere other than her behind

Background Information:

Arianne had just been doing her usual shift, the death fall from the ceiling before catching herself on the pole and landing elegantly. That one had always earnt her a lot of money, so she liked doing it. And indeed, as she strutted around the stage hands shoved money into her waistband - and groped her ass, but this was normal so it didn't bother her too much - meaning she could actually afford to pay her mother's hospital bills this time. She smiled at that thought and started her short walk home from the strip joint. The alleyways were dark and smelt horrible, but it was something that Arianne had become accustomed too. She couldn't afford to live anywhere else, and the only way she earnt money was through showing off her body for the enjoyment of a male audience. Distracted by her thoughts, she didn't notice the man who'd followed her from the strip joint with only one intention.

She suddenly felt her body slammed into the wall, her face pressed against the cold hard stone as his body pinned her there. His erection was pressed against her leg and she gulped, hand sliding down the wall but she knew it was hopeless. The only way to get to her boot which was where her wand was, was by bending down and grabbing it. Her body was pinned in it's current position, so grabbing her wand was pointless. Damnit, if only she'd learnt wandless magic. She shut her eyes as his teeth bit down on her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth as his hands roamed over her body. She cringed as he teasingly ran his finger over her breast. She began to wriggle in an attempt to escape his grasp, but this only caused him to laugh and flip her around so she was facing him. "I've been wanting to do this for months, Miss Treloar," he whispered huskily to her. She turned her face away, panic clear on her face. "How do you know my name?" Naturally, Arianne went by a stage name when strip dancing. Her's was Sugar. "Please, please get off of me." She whispered when she got no response from him. He grabbed her chin with his hand and turned her head to face him, meshing his lips to hers. His breath stunk of alcohol and she gagged, which only made him laugh yet again. She shut her eyes and prepared herself for the inevitable.

Mother: Lafita Treloar
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Spouse: -
Children: -

Extra Info:

Wand: 11 inches, Unicorn Hair Core, English Oak
Pet: -