Full name: Eris Marien Adler  
Age: 19
D.O.B: (Day and month) 2/14
Birthplace: Paris, France
Current location: Magical London
Blood status: Pureblood
Occupation: Model
Major: Dragon Training
Year in University: Second Year



Hair style: Long Blond locks
Body type: Slim, Tall
Dress sense: Always professional, rarely ever wears pants 


Likes: Potions, Books (Little Prince by Machiavelli) and other political based books, power, control, leading people.
Dislikes: Weakness, Stupidity, Sensitivity.  
Quirks: Twists her lip when amused.
Flaws: Overconfident, Thinks she can conquer the world
Strengths: Natural Leader, Head-strong, Intelligent, Cunning
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Stubborn, Unable to voice emotions



The Adler family have their roots in Germany and France, and are known for their large print in the media. Peter came from the Adler family from France, the heir of his family, sharing his wealth only with his sister Mionette (now Holmes) until she got married. Being five years her senior, he took the rise of working in publicist work in Paris preferring the life of writing and running a fortune 500 company that his forefather had build through his industry. He met his wife (five years his junior) in one of the modeling shoots. She was a native born and took his interest in media and made it her own. Their romance was a traditional one. He saw her, wanted her, and got her in a matter of months. Their union was finalized with the birth of Eris.

She earned her name of Eris from the chaotic birth process; it was one of pain and nearly a loss of a life. She was born on the day of love, but from birth it was obvious that she would not take kindly to sharing the spotlight. After giving birth to her, her mother could no longer carry another child due to the complications of birth. Peter wasn't angry, instead he decided to raise her as the son he could never have. She was always reassured that she was great at everything she was, and that wasn't that much of a stretch from reality. She was graceful, beautiful, and all her life, she was pushed to believe it. Especially from the people around her.

At a young age she learned that if she did certain actions she was promised what she wanted. A cry here or there got the toy she yearned for. If a maid didn't do her hair right she'd have her fired in an instance. It was a lonely life, being an only child, but an indulgent one. The only person her age was her cousin Tess Marie, who was ten months younger. They met often but it seemed that the older they got, the less they had in common. Tess was too weak, obviously placated and so...boring that Eris had no interest to even breathe the same air as her.

At eleven, she was shipped off to Hogwarts and within seconds of the hat being placed on her head, the word Slytherin came from the hat's mouth. It was no surprise, no one in her family had ever been placed anywhere else. Popularity came easy to her; a flutter of lashes here, and a kiss there got her her homework done, and great potions grades. Her potions parters always knew that they'd hold her weight and they were perfectly okay with that. She was never one to really find love; love weakened people and made them pathetic. Seeing her cousin have her heart crushed was beautiful to watch, and she enjoyed seeing people feel, people cry, but she couldn't remember an instance where she herself cried. The only time she got close to crying was when in her seventh year she wasn't given the title of Head Girl. Instead she was given prefect, and was overlooked by her cousin. It crushed her ego.

Right after graduating she went to a university in Paris for dragonology, but right after her first year she decided that she wanted to go to Merlin's Academy and transferred the second academic year.


Father: Peter Adler  
Mother: Marie Nuit
Siblings: N/A
Spouse: N/A
Girlfriend/Boyfriend: N/A
Children: N/A



Wand: 14", Veela Hair, Dark Cherry, unyeilding
Broomstick: N/A
Pets: Black Cat Noir
School that they went to: Hogwarts
House they were in: Slytherin
Why you chose your major:
The idea of controlling a beast such as a dragon seems nearly impossible. Impossible enough to be a challenge that she craves to do so. Power is something she yearns for and this is a perfect medium.


OOC Alias: Angie
Best Way To Contact: PM