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hey, stalker. Meet Victoria Elizabeth James, a scottish concert photographer from Horsham, England. She's quick, witty, oh, and occasionally fights crime. Victoria's a 90's chick who's still got her head stuck in 2001. Growing up, music was the most important thing to her. She wanted to be a band photographer, and her boyfriend, Tom, talked her into becoming a musician with him. It all seemed great. Perfect, even. And then one night in July, while Victoria was walking home from her shift at Chanel, she noticed she was being followed by a male-esque hooded figure. Turns out, that figure was none other than Nick Fury, there to recruit her. Victoria is the result of a bogas experiment, giving her incredible abilities. They didn't kick in until about age thirteen, and it was then she discovered the most incredulous; she has the power of metamorphosis. Almost entirely involuntary, her body merely morphs to the best form for the situation. Her other abilities are hydrokinesis, developing thiriokinesis, and a mind and body built like a machine. She can create and manipulate water, speak to animals, and track virtually anything for miles. These accolades have earned her the title of The Orca.

Victoria Elizabeth James was born on August 24th, 1988, in Horsham, England. She lived with her Parents, Nicholas Parker and Elizabeth James, her sister, Carter Marie James, her grandfather, Charles James, and the James family butler, Martin. It was a happy, simple life. Victoria always looked up to Carter, whom was six years younger than she. They were an all-around perfect family. On Sunday, October 13th, 1994, Six-year-old Victoria and her parents were driving through London City to pick up A twleve-year-old Carter from a sleepover. Traffic was bad that day. It all happened so fast; cars collided, glass shattered, and Victoria's world went dark. She woke up in the hospital with two broken ribs, no parents, and a sister who blamed herself. Seven years later, Victoria would also lose Carter to a drunk driver.

Victoria is rather cold. She's cheeky and witty, but gets frightened and runs away from romantic situations. After what happened to Tom, she made herself promise to never get close to anyone ever again. Other than that, Victoria's pretty laid-back and can crack a sarcastic remark in pretty much any situation. She is an incredible hunter due to her heightened senses, though she doesn't always trust herself and tends to be stubborn. Her genetically engineered abilities are ever-developing, and her cells are completely malleable. Depending on the situation, her body changes form for her. It's what she was come to call metamorphosis, where she changes in a fraction of a second. You could see her standing there, normal and human, and then you'll blink and there'll be a cat or something right where she was standing. All of these transformations are completely involuntary and above her control, however she has learned to change her eye color and pupil shape. In human form, Victoria has just-above-elbow-length chestnut hair, fair skin, a muscular composition that stands at 5'6", and eyes that are sometimes a subtle grey, and sometimes striking amber-hazel. Victoria also has a strong Scottish accent.

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Victoria James. Feeling; cold. With; no one.

Upon finishing her shift at Chanel, Victoria turned the lustrous brass handle of a white french-style door and exited the toasty poppy-scented building and stepping out into the bitter late-November cold. The sky was grey and rather thin, hanging like a dewy veil over the bright city. Victoria checked her phone as an impulse, then slipped in some earbuds and let Of Mice & Men take over her thoughts. Harry hadn't contacted her in any way in about four hours. Wow, a new record.

The evening hadn't quite set in yet and the busy atmosphere of the afternoon still lingered, though the sky was dark with clouds that appeared to be struggling to hold back a heavy snow. Victoria tucked her hands inside the pockets of her Black Sabbath hoodie that was paired with a My Chemical Romance t-shirt underneath, dark-colored jeans, and red Chuck Taylor's. Her world was quiet now- and as bad as it sounds, it was great to get away from Harry. Don't get her wrong, Victoria cared about him, but it was just so nice to not have to act coy and wear a stupid dress and heels. To not have to feel ashamed of her friends or her music taste. Her and Harry, while having a financially similar upbringing and fathers that were significant in science, were from two different worlds. Harry was much more extravagant and vain; Victoria would rather be in her apartment blaring Grand Theft Autumn by Fall Out Boy, curled up under some christmas lights with her laptop and a box of pizza. And out of all of the girls Harry could get with that money and charm, why did he want her? Some brash Scottie from Horsham, working in a store to support her failing rock journalism career? Out of all the perfect girls out there, Harry Osborn chose an imperfect girl that snores sometimes and occasionally snorts when she laughs. And most importantly, is in love with someone else. Victoria didn't understand.

Mitch Kravin. Feeling; exhausted. With; no one.

Mitch woke up at about 5:30pm. The world outside was dark and grey, the transitioning sky clouded over with only a few rays of white light shining through. Upon eventually rousing himself from sleep, Mitch sauntered to the bathroom. He studied his new face carefully; it always took getting used to. However, this one would do for now. He descended the spiral stairs into the dark, cold living room. He had done pretty well, using most of his remaining savings (what he didn't use on weapons) to purchase a massive apartment, in which he would meet with his team of villains. The wall that faced the city was basically one large window, looking out over the foggy skyline. Oh, what to do today.

The streets were damp, indicating an overnight rain. It was surprisingly cold for mid-May, and the air was damp. Typical pneumonia-inducing weather. Pulling the collar up on his black trench coat, Mitch opened the door to the Starbucks Coffee Shop and walked in. It was getting late, so he was not surprised to see that the place was mostly empty. He often enjoyed sitting inside, just watching the costumers carry on with their lives. He supposed it was an irony thing for him; he mused over the fact that everything seemed so ordinary, when in fact a magnificent war was brewing, one that none of these people could even imagine.

Harry Osborn. Feeling ; socially exhausted. With ; lots of people (unfortunately.)

Harry rubbed his temple as he stepped out of the elevator, two tall suited escorts at his sides as always. The opened the glass doors of the Osborn building and Harry stepped out first, a sea of media clamoring around his waiting limo. An uproar of voices and camera flashes erupted at first glimpse of the Osborn heir. Harry was in no mood to socialize or be friendly, especially not to the press. However, he forced a smile and waved, climbing into the back of the glossy black vehicle and having the door shut behind him. He wanted nothing more than to be alone- the only person he would tolerate right now was Victoria. She had the kind of personality that puts you at ease. His mind wandered to her and where she was, whether she was at work, the mansion, or that tiny apartment of hers. He had tried so hard to convince her to quit that job, that money was no object and she didn't need to work for scanty wages. But Victoria was a stubborn one and wouldn't budge. At times, her independence would unnerve him; he didn't like her friends, nor the part of town she hung out in, nor how much time she spent with his old friend Peter Parker. Harry cleared his thoughts before he angered himself and stared out the heavily-tinted window in silence.

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Victoria James. Feeling; a bit proud.With; SHIELD weirdos.

Victoria hesitantly stood up with a roll of her eyes. Coulson was like the annoying stepdad she never wanted. And as for Agent Rider, he was an obnoxious high school sophomore that she would like to pop in the jaw- if she wasn't so tired. Nova chuckled at Agent James, then initiated another energy wave that threw her body back against the wall. "okay, helmet boy. Wrong day to mess with me." Victoria picked herself up, with her spine not really feeling like it was in the right place, and limped back into the center floor. She flicked her wrists downwards, and her eyes clouded over with a foggy white luminescence. Irrigation pipes rattled in the walls and in the floor. A water cooler in the observation area exploded and the lights flickered a few times. Agent Rider struggled not to look intimidated, meanwhile Victoria was attempting to be intimidating.

Mitch Kravin. Feeling; exhausted. With; no one.

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Harry Osborn. Feeling ; socially exhausted. With ; lots of people (unfortunately.)

Steve Rogers.Feeling ; tired With ; Wilson, Ayala, Coulson, and James.

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Victoria Elizabeth James has been the golden child of Collinwood Academy for as long as she can remember. As long as anyone can remember, actually. Victoria is a shapeshifter, and the Collinwood estate's most loyal guard dog. She was born in France in the year one thousand seven hundred and fifty four. Victoria's mother, Elizabeth, was an Animagus as well as the entrusted guard to Madame De Pompadour. Victoria grew up in the King's palace for the first six years of her life, until her father signed over to a palace in Maine. He, too, was an Animagus. More often than not, the product of two pure Animagi will result in a non-magic child, whether it be a muggle or a shapeshifter. In the 18th century, wealthy families were very fond of keeping an able staff, particularly those with unusual abilities. Many monarchs or heirs that felt as though they were being targeted would recruit the help of an otherworldly being, Animagi being the second most preferred to shapeshifters, which were incredibly rare and extremely expensive. Once the Collins family heard that their new Animagus carried with him his six-year-old shapeshifter offspring, they knew they would never have to worry about anything dark crossing onto that land ever again. Victoria and her father emigrated in the year 1760, and her mother joined them following the death of Madame De Pompadour four years later. And here we are, 254 years after Victoria arrived, and the castle still stands though the last member of the family, David Collins, passed away in 1991. There is no remaining family as far as anyone knows.

Though Victoria was born in France, English was her first language and she spent a fair amount of time in Enlgand and Scotland. Her mother, Elizabeth Renee James was a proper English girl, meanwhile Victoria's father, Nicholas James, was a brash Scottie though a gentleman all the same. Victoria has no siblings as far as she knows, and spent most of her time as a girl riding her father's horse in the forest, hunting for the family, and risking her life at any moment necessary for the family that homed her. Her parents passed away when she was fourteen. They were murdered in the deatheater riots of 1768, wherein that year dark witches and wizards were rallying forces to take over Hogwarts school and Azkaban prison. That was also the year Victoria took the place of her father as guard dog to the Collinwood family.

Victoria is a very complex being. You learn a lot in 260 years, which is perhaps why she doesn't take to people all that well. She appears to be friendly, giggly, popular, and without a care in the world- but it's a front. Victoria is actually very cautious; she doesn't trust anyone, and always has an alert mind. When it comes to romance, however, she acts a bit differently. If she's not really interested in having a relationship with you, she'll probably be super talkative and outgoing. Victoria has a bad habit of flirting and not actually meaning anything by it. If she does like you, she gets sort of shy and awkward- which is totally out of character for this queen bee. She seems like your typical laid-back 'cool girl' type with walls that are set high, but if she's got the hots for you then Victoria will show more of her true character, which is a bit more kind, gentle, and soft-spoken as opposed to her tomboy-ish, chill external attitude. Other than that, she's pretty calm and collected, being the perfect combo of brains and brawn. A Mierle house bookie and a star athlete, though she is known mainly for her role as byrrgis captain. Victoria is not seeing anyone as of now, being student activities director she doesn't really have time. She doesn't talk about her past relationships at all, but there are rumors that she has a thing for vampires. Victoria is attending fifth-year classes this semester.

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name: Victoria Elizabeth James

gender: female

nicknames: Vic

age: 260 years. [20]

birthday: August the 24th.

current theme: Arabella by Arctic

Monkeys.

zodiac: Virgo.

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birthplace: 18th-century France.

occupation: byrrgis captain, director

of student activities.

species: shapeshifter.

sexuality: heterosexual.

relationships: none.

house: Mierle

status: single, but kinda interested.

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ＶＩＣＴＯＲＩＡ Ｅ. ＪＡＭＥＳ, Everyone's favorite little shapeshifter had been up since 4:00am and had not taken a rest since. Everything had to be absolutely perfect, no exceptions. She had first made sure the pastures were dragged and mowed, that the stables were impeccable, and that there wasn't a speck of dirt on the long, winding cobblestone driveway. She always got nervous before the first day, however there was a considerably larger amount of pressure on her today. If something went wrong, not only would she have to face the wrath of the new headmaster, but the new headmaster's staff- and, depending on the gravity of the situation, perhaps even the ministry. And if there was one thing the ministry hated, it was animagus-born shapeshifters.

A bitter chill washed over the girl's ivory skin, and Victoria inevitably pulled up the hood of her cloak, which was draped over her Mierle house uniform. Phantom briskly walked beneath her, struggling to navigate the early-morning fog that hung over the campus. Willow, Victoria's demon, rode on the haunches magnificent horse, silently. "You're awfully quiet this morning." Victoria bellowed, glancing briefly over her shoulder. Willow remained quiet for a few moments, then replied. "I'm saving my voice. I suspect there'll be many new people to laugh at this year." The black cat made a terrible feline grin with a trace of a snicker. Victoria snorted, and pressed onward. There was simply too much to do and not enough time to laugh at the obnoxious jokes made by her companion. The fog was curling now, lifting from the ground and making vision a bit clearer. Victoria always worried on the first few days- students had to take a train just to get to the trailhead, which they then had to trek six miles just to get to the drive way, which was half a mile. For the students that didn't have horses, the journey was a beast. These are mainly the people that wind up arriving two or three days late, especially if they get lost. Or, you know, eaten.

Victoria took her position in the courtyard, eagerly facing the mouth of the winding driveway. She hitched Phantom to a post, but heavily considered running him back to the barn- one time she had left him out and came back only to find two vampires prowling around him. Now, however, there are no rules to protect horses and pets from predatory species. The name Saberford brings with it the ministry's new "fair game" rules, in which stating that any prey animals left unattended are subject to predation, demons excluded. Victoria only wished this school was still Collinwood, and that Headmaster Millington still remained. The arrival of a group on horseback severed the girl from her nostalgia.

ＯＬＩＶＥＲ Ｓ. ＳＨＥＦＦＩＥＬＤ, Oliver's mum dropped him off at platform 9 3/4 sometime around 4:30am, but he was too groggy to notice the exact time. An hour and a half's sleep on the train hardly helped, but the dark-haired boy urged himself on; if he got a tardy on the first day his mum would kill him for sure. He stepped off of the cabin car with a brown leather suit case and his great horned owl, Lucy, in a cage. The stable car was two doors down, and he tiredly stumbled to it, bumping into things all the way. The door was a dried-up red color and quite rusty with worn white paint accents. It had clearly been nice at one time, but presently it had seen better days. Inside the car was warm and the air smelled of straw and molasses. Stella, Oliver's horse, let out a screaming whinny at his sight; she had resided in one of twelve narrow boarding stalls for the duration of the train ride and was anxiously awaiting the feeling of earth beneath her hooves. All of the steeds were tacked up before boarding, so all Oliver had to do was lead her off the car and cover six and a half miles in an hour. Once on the grass, the golden mare stood obediently as her owner secured his suitcase and owl cage to her haunches. The pair started at a steady walk, just to get her muscles warmed up. "What do you think Stella, should we let Lucy go?" Oli's hazel gaze averted from the amber-eyed bird to his steed. She seemed to snort in reply. The latch on the brass cage clicked and moments later a massive, freckled avian spiraled to the white sky, dipping every now and then. He rode with a group of studens that had taken the train as well.

ＳＨＡＲＬＩＥ Ｂ. ＣＡＵＶＥＮＡＵＧＨ, Sharlie had hardly slept back at her little hidden cottage in the forest. She had found it and fixed it up for herself just around the same time she had gained her human form, figuring that along with her new body should come a new home. It was most likely an abandoned hobbit hole or perhaps a vacant pixie abode, however it was now a charming little cottage all her own, draped in wild arms of ivy. It had been quite the struggle that morning to tack up the wild nag called Amigo, whom Sharlie had purchased from a peddler at a tavern just a few weeks before school had begun- he was clearly looking to find riddance of the animal for a reason. The horse was undisciplined, unfearing, stubborn, and hardly trained for a saddle. And Sharlie, having had four legs herself only a few months ago, was hopelessly and utterly clueless, any equestrian knowledge she had coming from a book she bought for 1 shilling that had almost every other page missing.

Sharlie had donned her best- A baby blue long-sleeved knit sweater, a white skater skirt, matching stilettos, and a white cloak made from lace and fine silk. Her hair was curled and the ends and she wore no base makeup, not bothering to cover her "tattoo", aka her branding mark of witchcraft, which was a tiny black heart on her right cheekbone. Overall she was pretty confident in her appearance, and her entrance to Saberford should have gone smoothly- if only the girl actually knew how to ride a horse. What she called "riding" was really just her hanging on for dear life as the mustang beneath her bucked and spooked all the way to the institution.

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NAME: Victoria Elizabeth James
[born Victoria-Anne Holmes]

GENDER: female-----------------

DOB: August 24th 1995 [age 19]

NATIONALITY: naturalized American
citizen [born in central London, England]

SPECIES: aquatic humanoid

DESCRIPTION: 5'4" Caucasian female
110 lbs, brown medium-length brown
hair, blue oculars [subject to change]

ABILITIES: increased speed, agility,
strength, reflexes, and stamina; ability
to hold breath for extended periods of
time, advanced hydrokinesis, has access
to both sides of her brain, thiriokinesis
(ability to telepathically communicate
with and control animals), metamorphosis,
advanced swimming abilities, master
martial artist [hand-to-hand combat].

THREAT LEVEL: gamma


DEPARTMENT(S): field and intelligence

[b]PROJECTS: n/a

SUPERVISING OFFICER: Nick Fury

RELATIONS:
Elizabeth James-Holmes
[mother; deceased]
Dr. Nicholas Holmes
[father; missing, presumed deceased]
Hallie Holmes
[sister, status is classified]
Charles Holmes
[grandfather; living]
Jemma Simmons
[friend; living]
Leo Fitz
[friend; living]
Peter Parker
[shield partner; living]

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