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Name: Killian Eugene Falkenhausten


Nickname: Kil, Doc (to anyone who understand muggle references)


Age: 15


Desired house: Slytherin (Ended up in Ravenclaw)


Wand: Sturdy 13" Beech wand with core of powdered fairy wings


Gender: Male


Orientation: Demisexual


Birthday: 13th January


Year: 5th


Describe your OC in one sentence: Killian is extremely practical, calmly facing hard truths and situations without descending into hysteria.


Password: Alohamora


Appearance: Dark auburn, shaggy hair that is left to hang below his shoulder in an uneven cut, Killian's steel grey eyes are almost always hidden behind a curtain of long, uneven fringe. Apparently he has his father's nose, mouth and sharp chin, his slender frame concealed beneath his standard uniform.


Height: 177cm


Weight: 69kg


Coloring: Pale


Ethnicity: German


Distinguishable traits: N/A


Attire: At his left hip, looped through his belt, hangs his potion kit and emergency medical supplies. Strapped to his right wrist is the wand pouch. Wrapped around his left wrist is a braided black leather bracelet with a small Ilvermorny and Pukwudgie crest in the middle.


Persona:


Quirks (3+): He is often serious, maintaining a bland expression which can turn threatening when a situation calls for it. As one-half of a dueling-duo, he tries to appear bland and unassuming, with his average looks, proper uniform that allows him to fade into the sea of students and mild-mannered speech, enabling him to acquire information on unsuspecting people in the environment he shares.  Killian also has a humorous side, often displayed in the form of dry or sarcastic comments, especially when hanging around the few people he fully trusts - magical or otherwise. He can be carefree when in a place he feels safe, such as when bonding with the members of his team following a successful duel and such like.


Skills (3+): An exceptional healer and potion-maker as well as used to mock-combat situations, Killian is the very definition of combat medic. His observational skills and ability to blend into the background serve his information gathering quirk very well. He is unfailingly loyal to friends - new or old - who knows his quirks but stayed by his side anyway.


Weaknesses (3+): As a pacifist, he rarely lifts his wand to harm people, making him an easy target for opponents if he is alone. Killian also has poor social skills, making it difficult for him to make and keep friends. He has a rather single-minded focus, meaning someone has to be there to shake him out or prompt him to do something if he is absorbed in a particular task.


Virtues (3+):  He is striving to be a great healer with the mastery of potions and relevant spells. For the greater good of his chosen craft, he will do his part without hesitation, whether it be experiments or using real-life situations to collect data. This, of course, makes him seem heartless and detached due to being extremely devoted to his craft to those who don't know him. His one redeeming characteristic is ensuring the important people in his life are and stay safe if he can help it. This also extends to his partners for the duration of duels, making sure they are properly defended or healed. Opinions about him are varied: those who are outright disdainful of his callous approach to anyone he deems as enemies, those who admire him for his efficiency and care for his people, those who fear him by repute or experience and those who see a non-threatening healer who has no place or talent on the dueling floor, seeing as he is not the 'muscles' for the team.


Vices (3+): His moral compass is rather skewed for someone who is pursuing the path of a medic, and many a time has been questioned by older medics who wants confirmation that he has not forgotten his goals as a healer. His information gathering is actually a way to collect blackmails on people, which he has no qualms in using if he needs a favour from them and merely asking will not cut it. Killian has often been compared to an opportunist, using every situation to his best advantage, uncaring if it is good or bad in regards to anyone besides himself. He doesn't really care about the fate of strangers if he is not there to personally witness something drastic happen to someone.


Boggart: Beinf unable to save anyone he cares deeply about, namely, his family and close friends.


Mirror of Erised: To be the best medic the Wizarding World has ever seen, either through power or inventions, which will make the wizarding world realise one can advance an area of study much further if one's ethics weren't so stiff. 


Familiar/pet: Ingram the raven


Trivia:


Likes (3+): Experimenting with various Charms and potions, duelling, any adrenaline-inducing activities, ravens, cheesecakes.


Dislikes (3+): Betrayal - personal or otherwise, being looked down upon for his chosen path, strangers getting into his personal space, boiled vegetables and too-spicy foods.


Zodiac: Capricorn


Theme song


Voice claim : Han Landa (the Nazi)


History: 


Born in Hamburg, Germany, Killian was five years old when his parents died in a factory explosion, causing by gas leak and an errant flame. As his aunt was in the middle of a case during that time, Child Services handed Killian over to the local orphanage, where he got into scrapes and scuffles with some of the boys due to his lanky frame and shy demeanour. More often than not, he found himself in the medical bay, and was fascinated with the way bruises, sprains and even broken bones could be mended under the right care. Sister Livia taught him the basics of first aid whenever both of them had spare time, and by the time his aunt discovered what happened to Killian and his parents, the boy was able to name different ointments and their specific uses. A little over six months since his stay in the orphanage, Aunt Delmira turned up and got custody of him. Which was just as well, because his first bout of accidental magic kept his aunt from crashing her car.


Thus, at the age of six, Killian was thrust into a whole new world, learning that his aunt was a witch, himself a wizard and many more like him. The following years was spent reading Delmira's old texts and interrogating her over dinner about her school life in one Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, trying to learn all he could about this secret society he was now a part of. Imagine his delight upon discovering the many uses of potions and the Art of Healing readily available to be pursued in the Wizarding World. Between Delmira's personal experiences and his textual knowledge, Killian entered Ilvermorny relatively knowledgeable, glad that he wasn't floundering about like a few other floundering muggleborns.


In his second year, a friend of his one year above introduced him to dueling, a sport he eventually took a liking to after finding his feet, and a role he could play well within the team. As he grew older and became more confident in both his potions and spell-weaving skills, Killian became bold enough to conduct his own experiments during his spare time. Although he has yet to discover something ground-breaking, he is not discouraged by that little fact. After all, he planned to pursue the path of a Healer after graduation. However, he was apparently destined not to complete his entire schooling in Ilvermorny, for during the summer holidays after his fourth year, his aunt was offered the position of Superintendent for the international European Task Force stationed in the UK. As such, he had to transfer to Hogwarts which was far closer than Ilvermorny. Killian didn't like it. Not at all. For transferring meant he had to give up group duelling, for he doubted Hogwarts had anything other than the traditional one on one duels. It also meant he wouldn't be able to spend much time with his friends. Sure, they would be able to communicate via mail, but seeing them peronsally and being updated on their status via written words was two very different things. However, he didn't voice his protest other than the expected grumblings for the first two days as his aunt was really looking forward to her new job. Realistically, he supposed he would be able to remain in Ilvermorny and return to UK every summer holiday, but he would rather keep an eye on his aunt - his last remaining family - than his friends. Delmira was a workaholic, and his friends could look out for each other. 


RP sample: His new home was to be the City of Chelmsford, a country town in Essex, located in the east of England. As his aunt drove through the streets of an unfamiliar city, Killian stared out the window, taking in the various old buildings and structures with mild interest. And it was definitely interesting to be somewhere so different from Manhattan, city-scape wise. For the place he spent most of his life in was full of skyscrapers, crowded areas and people everywhere you go, no matter the time of day. But Chelmsford was a different story altogether. Its population didn't even reach anywhere close to the half a million mark, making it a relatively peaceful and quiet environment compared to his former home. Oh, he certainly wasn't complaining, for it meant he would have relatively more privacy here, so long as none of their neighbours were nosy people. But he supposed that wouldn't be a problem, seeing as Aunt Delmira could always cast some subtle charm to keep more interested and curious muggles at bay. 


The car slowed down, and Killian sat up straight as the vehicle pulled into the tiled pathway of a landed property. It was a medium-sized, one-storey house with no flashy decorations or artistic designs gracing its outward appearance, and he approved. Eager to check the place out, he had the passenger side's door open and was gathering his luggage the moment the car stopped outside the garage. Shouldering his duffel bag and cradling the cage containing his pet raven, Ingram, to his chest with his left arm, Killian scooped his keyring out of his pocket and headed straight for the door to unlock it, ignoring Delmira's amused laughter. Shoes left outside on the mat, he pushed the heavy door open in slight anticipation. His aunt had said he would like it, but he wasn't holding onto any high hope just yet. The inside was pleasantly cool, still smellling of varnish, a hit of pine and oak beneath. The floors were of thick wood, muffling the sound of his footfalls. The first doorway to his left led to the living room and to his right was the Master bedroom and a joint office space, no doubt Delmira's room. After the living room was the kitchen complete with a fireplace and dining area meshed together. His room was across from the kitchen and slightly bigger than his old one.


Dropping his duffel at the foot of his bed, Killian tossed the curtains aside and slid the window upwards. In his arm, Ingram, who had remained fairly quiet throughout the ride and little tour, began cawing in seeming excitement at the tree right outside his window. Smirking, he unlocked the cage and let the raven out. It nestled in one of the lower branches immediately, and Killian set the empty cage down on the bedside table. 


"Told you that you would like it." Delmira spoke up from where she leaned against the doorframe, a grin on her face. "After all these years and you are still such a skeptical brat."


"Your presence doesn't really help in curing me of my skeptism, you realise." He returned drily. "If anything, your job is the cause of our attitude. Why you chose to become an Inspector, I haven't the faintest clue."


"'Cause it's fun. So sue me that I like my current career." She stuck out her tongue childishly, sniffing in mock disdain. "Continue in that vein and I wouldn't show you the little surprise I had installed."


Killian didn't reply, merely folding his arms and staring at her patiently, knowing that she wouldn't be able to stay quiet for long when she was this obviously excited to show it off. It was a piece of cake to outlast her, and predictably, she cracked first. With a huff, she walked over to his bed, and tapped a rhythm on the headboard with the tip of her wand. Before his eyes, the bed levitated and part of the floorboard sank downwards, forming a staircase. 


"It's a basement!" Delmira beamed. "But not just any old basement. You can do all the crazy experiments you want there. Of course, no actual casting magic until you are legal, but potions and what-nots you can do. It's warded with protection spells in case you do something silly and the cauldron explodes or something and the walls, ceiling and floor are pretty durable."


She continued ramlbing on about the size or the place, equipment already installed and so forth, but Killian wasn't listening. Instead, he was slightly wide-eyed, staring at his aunt in mute disbelief. "You actually had it installed? I - I mean, you remembered that?"


He had mentioned the desire for a personal lab space of some sort to perform personal experiments last year in passing, but he had no idea Delmira had taken note of it. He hadn't emphasised it and most certainly did not bring it up again, fully expecting her to dismiss it as another one of his musings. Well, like many things regarding his aunt, he was wrong. Killian didn't think twice when he wrapped his arms around her in a grateful hug, planting a kiss on her cheek in thanks before all but bounding down the stairs. Maybe the transfer to Hogwarts for te next three years wasn't going to be as bad as he had initially imagined.

 

[professor pretz]

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NAME • Oliver Gale Pollander
NICK-NAME • None
AGE • Fifteen years old
DESIRED HOUSE • Ravenclaw
WAND • 13 in. // Wood - Fir // Core - Dragon Heartstring
ORIENTATION • Pansexual
BIRTHDAY • February 12th // Aquarius
YEAR • He's a Fifth year
THEME • Stronger than Ever

--- APPEARANCE ---
SKIN • On the paler side; sun burns easily & often
HEIGHT • 5'10 (Five feet, ten inches)
WEIGHT • He's on the lankier side
ETHNICITY • Gaelic Scottish // Norwegian
DISTINGUISHABLE FEATS. • He usually has bags under his eyes;
FAMILIAR • An owl he got in first year; mostly refers to him as his owl, since it doesn't have a specific
name; but it's nick-named 'O.O' by a specific Gryffindor (short for 'Oliver's Owl')

• • • --- TRIVIA --- • • •
LIKES • Collecting Chocolate Frog cards (doesn't like the chocolate though) - Spearmint leaf tea - Categorizing
things & people - Proving others wrong - Comic Books - Accuracy - Newspapers - Eating healthy - Getting good grades
DISLIKES • Unclean places & messy people - Most types of sweets - Most pets (except owls & fish) - Being
underestimated - Hot weather/Sweating - Losing - Broom riding - Unused potential - Being late -

QUIRKS • Is always early to everything - Sometimes he glares without realizing he is - Doesn't like his food touching - Compulsively cleans & organizes his things
SKILLS • Calligraphy (has beautiful hand writing) - Spotting patterns & flaws in things/people - Can alphabetize things quickly - Potions, math, & Arithmacy
WEAKNESSES • Athletics - Easily distracted, irritated, & riled up - His own high standards - Germs/Uncleanly places - Art related tasks

VIRTUES • Witty - Determined - Dignified - Competitive - Observant - Precise - Articulate - Forthright - Orderly
VICES • Blunt - 'Neat Freak' - Rigorous - Sarcastic - Moody - Skeptical - Perfectionist - Distractible
BOGGART • A grizzly bear clawing someone he loves (basically, he fears being helpless in a live-or-die situation)

MIRROR OF ERISED • Himself sipping a cup of tea, & holding a certificate that says he's an 'official world
renowned Arithmancer', standing in front his own potion/Arithmacy shop with a Grand Opening ribbon waiting for him to cut. Also his mom & siblings are there standing w/ him too.

 

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Valerius Amaranth Rosier
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> 15-16; pure-blood
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> Sacred Twenty-Eight represent
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> From *that* kind of family
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> Has thankfully outgrown the inborn prejudice against half-bloods and muggleborns (sort of)
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> Youngest of five, now three since brothers 1&2 began their new lives in Azkaban
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> Homosexual, though his sexuality isn't widely known
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> Low-key crushing on Professor Gardner
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> High-key crushing on Professor Hicks (shh)
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> Can be extra af, but obvs not as extra as cousin Draco and uncle Lucius
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> Looks smol and cute but will fuk u up (ง'̀-'́)ง
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[Doubt]

 
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 ✧ would rather cartwheel around the school than to actually walk
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✧ loves quidditch and horror movies
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✧ a literal sin bucket but she doesn't mean it jk that's a massive lie tbh
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✧ the cutest british accent you'll ever hear
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✧ give her food, she'll love you til eternity
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[Doubt]

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- name -


quinn alice monroe


- nickname -


quinnie, bubblegum


- age -


fifteen


- desired house -


gryffindor


- wand -


11 inch elm with phoenix feather


- gender -


cisgender female


- orientation -


biromantic


- birthday -


april 12th


- year -


fifth


- description -


she would rather cartwheel her way around than actually walk


- password -


alohamora


- quidditch -


gryffindor seeker


♧  Q UINN ALICE MONROE ♧

 
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height ;; 5'7''
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weight ;; 122lbs
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coloring ;; light olive
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ethnicity ;; australian/english
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distinguishing traits ;; her light pink her and her big brown eyes
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attire ;; most of the time it's usually her tie looking unkempt but she usually wears a small pin of her family crest over her heart and some times black choker as well.
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voice claim ;; gabriella wilde
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quirks ; plays with her hair, fiddles with her wand, bounces her leg
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skills ;; quidditch, gymnastics, hexes
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weaknesses ;; easily distracted, disorganised, weak swimmer
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virtues ;; dauntless, caring, intelligent, athletic, protective, cunning
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vices ;; sarcastic, reckless, troublesome, childish, distractive, blunt
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boggart ;;  failing, rejection, loosing her little sister, werewolves
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mirror of erised ;; to see her whole family as a whole, keeping her younger sister safe, being a famous quidditch player or professor
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likes ;; quidditch, fast brooms, cats, food, pranks, beer, hexes
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dislikes ;; death, swimming, 
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zodiac ;; aries
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theme song ;; la devotee - panic! at the disco
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history ;; Quinn Monroe was born in Melbourne Australia as a half blood with one older brother and a younger sister well, she used to have an older brother. Before she could attend a wizarding school, her older brother Leo was a student at Hogwarts and apart of Dumbledore's army. At the age of twelve, the Monroe family recieved a letter from the school stating their son had died fighting for good. The family grieved for nearly a year, Robert and Marie's only son died in a different country and they weren't there to grieve the school. Nearly a year of the death of Leo, Quinn and her younger sister, Liv, were pulled out of Grouso and moved to the country their brother died.
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After settling into a new apartment in London, Quinn was sent to Hogwarts to finish off her schooling, she struggled through her first two years of Hogwarts as memories of her brother kept haunting her and caused her heart pain. During the night, Quinn died her hair bubblegum pink and developed a talent for pranking. Despite being an angel in Australia, Quinn began to prank other innocent students with creative idea that didn't include magic. Most of the teachers feel sorry for her because of her brother and let her off the hook from time to time. She developed a reputation in the school as the Gryffindor bad ass.It wasn't until the sports teacher forced her to try Quidditch, the bubblegum pink girl loved the feeling of adreneline that Quidditch gave her and she quickly joined the team. 
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writing sample ;;
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"Honestly Liv, do you really need this much stuff?" Quinn sighed as she dodged past other children with multiple branded shopping bags hanging from her shoulders down to her weak arms. "Of course I do, who do you think I am?" Liv flashed a cheeky smile before rushing into another isle with a giggle. Quinn couldn't help herself but sigh with a small smile, even if her parents were once again busy working in Australia during one of the most important times of the year, she couldn't help but feel proud for her younger sister. It was finally her time to join the wonderful school of Hogwarts and despite carrying all of her little sister's school supplies, Quinn felt proud of her sister on the inside but she wouldn't admit it, not yet anyway.
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As she waited impatiently for her sister to be done paying for her things, Quinn's gaze noticed a familiar face. The boy's name was Matthew, he was a year older but that didn't stop them from being boyfriend and girlfriend. Quinn couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the sight of him with his slightly dishevelled brown hair and beautiful puppy dog eyes. Yet she felt her world crumble around her when she saw the girl standing next to Matthew, under his arm. Alice Carter, Quinn's best friend and almost sister. Rage and jealousy began to boil inside her stomach at the sight of them together, was he cheating on her? Quinn tried her best to shake the thought out of her head. Of course he wasn't cheating on her, they could just be close friends and that was all but her suspicions grew once she saw Matthew place a small kiss on Alice's cheek.
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Dropping everything onto the ground, Quinn stomped towards Matthew as she ignored her sister's cries. "What the actual fuck?" She yelled out towards Matthew, not caring that were children around her and parents judging her for the foul language in the shop. Matthew's eyes widen as he retreated his arm from Alice's shoulder in fear of her girlfriend. "Quinn! I, uh, it's not what you think!" He stuttered, keeping gaze focused on the ground as Alice blushed furiously. Quinn tried her best to keep a strong face as she blinked back away salty tears, "I don't get it," She sighed with a slight crack in her voice, "I thought you loved me?" Quinn's eyes were filled with rage, fear and sadness. Her fear was right in front of her and she had no idea how to stop it. 
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After taking a deep breath, a sly smirk formed upon her lips. "Well, it looks like we're over." Quinn spoke, trying her best to sound as confident as she could, "A relationship is built by two buut clearly you can't count, Matt." She hissed before her gaze turned towards her best friend, "You look a little thirsty, need a drink Ali?" Quinn asked with a smirk before pulling out her wand and muttering the word 'Aguamenti'. She couldn't help but laugh as she sprayed the both of them with cold water from her wand before they ran away angry and wet. Quinn twirled her wand inbetween her fingers then light blowing the top of it as if it was a smoking gun.
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"That'll teach them."
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[SIZE= 6px]AND A BLACK CAR TO MATCH YOUR BLACKEST SOUL[/SIZE]
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[Loki Odinson]

4 minutes ago, Aster said:



on a scale from 1-10 how badly do u want him in slytherin cause there's a high chance this boy will get sorted into ravenclaw ;;;


p.s. hELL YEah A HEALER




 

I don't really care if he goes into Ravenclaw. It's actually the house I would have picked for him, but there seemed too many Ravenclaws when I made this sheet, hence, Slytherin.


And yeah, we don't see many healers in Hp RPs, so...here you have Killian ^-^

 

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█ ▌full name:  valerius amaranth rosier 
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█ ▌nickname:  val, fuzz, simba, medusa, etc. he loathes them all.
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█ ▌age:  sixteen
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█ ▌date of birth: 11th of august | leo ()
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█ ▌year:  sixth
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█ ▌desired house:  slytherin
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█ ▌orientation:  homosexual | biromantic
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█ ▌wand:  12" ash, kelpie hair core. unyielding.
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█ ▌height: 5'7" | 170 cm.
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█ ▌weight:  58 kg | 127 lbs.
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█ ▌colouring:  fair; medium to light complexion
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█ ▌ethnicity:  caucasian
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█ ▌distinguishable traits:  nearly everything about him can be classed as "distinguishable" - from the tips of the untameable thatch of soft curls framing that boyish face, down to the pair of wide, brown eyes and plush, pink lips.
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█ ▌attire:  he wears his father's signet ring on his pinky finger and often has strips of black leather looped around his wrist for tying his hair
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█ ▌ v i r t u e s   ▌█
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steadfast  ●  reliable  ●  trustworthy  ●  confident  ●  generous  ●  sociable  ●  intuitive  ●  clever  ●  observant  ●  ambitious
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█ ▌ v i c e s   ▌█
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impatient  ●  cynical  ●  overly dramatic  ●  fickle-minded  ●  vaguely hedonistic  ●  highly temperamental  ●  opinionated  ●  vindictive  ●  manipulative  ●  arrogant
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█ ▌ l i k e s   ▌█
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winter & cold weather  ●  flashy spellwork  ●  alchemy & dada (for not-so-obvious reasons)  ●  terrorizing the lower years  ●  his place as slytherin's reigning queen bitch (take that, cousin draco)  ●  crystallised pineapples  ●  spending time with his nephew  ●  sneaking into the kitchens late at night  ●  boy-watching  ●  winning  ●  peaches
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█ ▌ d i s l i k e s   ▌█
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strangers touching his hair  ●  nicknames  ●  the pressures of academia  ●  people who like to think they're "budding dark wizards"  ●  blood supremacists  ●  sugar in his morning tea  ●  obnoxious people  ●  boredom  ●  wasting time  ●  humid weather  ●  being reminded of his rather unpleasant family history  ●  divination
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█ ▌ s t r e n g t h s   ▌█
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defensive & protective spells  ●  transfiguration  ●  divination, surprisingly  ●  gifted magically  ●  quick-witted  ●  intelligent  ●  armed with a vast amount of wealth  ●  browbeating others into getting what he wants  ●  nonverbal spells  ●  defence against the dark arts
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herbology  ●  magical creatures either hate him or love him far too much  ●  prone to procrastination  ●  anger issues  ●  little to no sense of priority  ●  tires easily  ●  paying attention  ●  potions  ●  sensitive to criticism  ●  intense fear of rejection  ●  abandonment issues  ●  emotionally unstable  ●  his nephew, cassian
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█ ▌ q u i r k s   ▌█
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absentmindedly twirls his hair  ●  allergic to blueberries  ●  bites his knuckles when nervous  ●  always carries a snack of some sort in his pockets
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█ ▌boggart:  voldemort, back from the dead, come to take what little val has managed to salvage from his former life.
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█ ▌patronus:  ocelot
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█ ▌mirror of erised:  his mother, finally—finally—looking at him again and smiling.
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I. INITIUM.
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valerian rosier is only twenty-two when the first wizarding war begins. it seemed then, that he had everything; bright, young, wealthy, newly engaged to the woman he loved most...and with a serpent slithering past skeletal teeth inked deep into his forearm. when the war ends, he has four young children and a wand snapped in two—a legacy in ruins, steeped with blood. he evades capture long enough to give his love one last parting gift ('the most precious one of all.' he whispers, stroking a finger across the infant's tawny curls) before the doors of azkaban welcome him with open arms. two years later, he is dead.

II. VERIS.
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they name the infant valerius, after his father. his earliest memory is that of indigo-stained fingers. sticky prints smeared across marble walls, tart blackberries crushed under baby teeth. the estate is vast but he trips and ambles over every inch, never stopping, but always steered from danger by tender hands that put him to sleep at night with whispered lullabies and butterfly kisses peppered on his cheeks. he had known then, whose hands they belonged (hint: not his mother's. never his mother's). most of the time, they're margaux's; slim, elegant, and impossibly soft as she cups his cheeks and presses kisses onto his forehead. when they're firm and bony, he knows it's cadmus. always a bit too rough, but never lacking in affection as he guides his baby brother's fingers across the tapestry bearing his ancestors' names. nicolaus' touch is far gentler despite the callouses, a trait he passes over to valerius as he teaches him to pluck fragile poppies to weave into margaux's hair. hadrian doesn't touch him. valerius never asks why.

III. UMBRA.
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he is six the first time he visits his mother alone. he manages only a few steps past the threshold of her chambers before he is pulled away, the door behind him slamming shut with a jerk of cadmus' chin. there is a portrait of his mother hanging over the fireplace, but the withered wraith he had seen sitting by the window doesn't look a thing like her. he is told later that it is an unknown illness that's taken his mother's mind away. valerius thinks it might be grief. the visits don't stop despite his siblings' constant admonitions, but it is only when he is eleven—with his hair tied back and his trunk packed and ready to go—that his mother lifts her eyes and looks at him. for the first time in years, he feels her hands on his (long and thin, thin, thin. spiderlike and skeletal. sharp fingernails digging into his soft palms like claws). she holds his gaze long enough to press something small and cold into his palm, and then it's over. she turns away, and when he opens his fist, it's his father's ring that stares back at him; old and scratched, a crude 'R' etched across the surface by unsteady hands. his father made it himself as a boy. it hasn't left valerius' finger since.

IV. CRUENTUS.
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hogwarts offers him the relief he never knew he needed, and for a while, he is happy; content. but not for long. the triwizard tournament culminates with the dark lord's return, calling forth his most loyal followers to rise from the ashes of their defeat. despite his sister's pleas, cadmus answers; taking their father's place in the dark lord's inner circle. one by one, azkaban spits out the names on the tapestry on the wall: rodolphus, rabastan, bellatrix...they haunt the halls of the family estate, carrying with them dark whispers and the sharp tang of blood (bellatrix catches him once, holding his jaw in one hand and a fistful of his hair in the other. 'you...you look just like your father.' she coos, running a featherlight finger down his cheek. he is careful not to mistake it for affection). margaux does her best to protect them, but in the end, even she succumbs to the cause—marrying corban yaxley's son and ingratiating herself within their ranks. in the end, only he and nicolaus walk away with their forearms bare.

V. VINDICO.
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the moment snape flees, val knows it's over. the real battle has begun. his father was a death eater. as are his brothers, his uncles, his family. but when he pulls his wand out of his pocket, he does it not in the name of blood, but in defence of hogwarts and harry potter.

VI. ACERBUS.
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the war is over. the dark lord, gone. cadmus resists capture for a time, but he eventually comes to join hadrian in azkaban ('i'd always known you were weak.' hadrian had spat, wild-eye in the midst of battle, the tip of his wand pressed hard against val's neck. he remembers nothing of the moments that occur afterwards, only that he manages to take him out. his own brother. his own blood—). margaux and her husband, castor, had defected before the battle and were thus spared from imprisonment. unable to bear seeing his family in tatters, nicolaus flees to south america, never to be heard from since.


and val? val is sixteen and alone.


once, he had a family. once, he had a home that felt like one—not something far too small for the ghosts lingering between its walls. once, he hadn’t known the searing pain of loss, and once, he had the mistaken hope that it would stay that way.

presently, valerius knows that everything once...is now gone.

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█ ▌valerian rosier   |   father   |   former death eater; died in azkaban (1985, aged 37)
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█ ▌amarantha rosier (née lestrange)   |   mother   |   fifty-one
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█ ▌margaux yaxley   |   sister   |   twenty-eight   |   married to castor yaxley; one child, cassian (3)
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█ ▌cadmus rosier   |   brother   |   twenty-six   |   death eater; imprisoned in azkaban
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█ ▌nicolaus rosier   |   brother   |   twenty-five   |   potioneer
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█ ▌hadrian rosier   |   brother   |   twenty-three  |  death eater; imprisoned in azkaban
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● ● famed death eaters, rodolphus and rabastan lestrange, are his mother's younger brothers.
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● ● uncle rodolphus ended up marrying val's father's cousin, bellatrix, ergo making that madwoman val's aunt twice (biologically & by marriage).
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● ● his father and lucius malfoy are cousins - and were rather close before his father's untimely demise - which means no family gathering was ever complete without his sneering, ferret-faced cousin, draco.
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● ● it doesn't help that draco's mother, narcissa, is also his father's cousin, making draco val's first cousin once removed twice.
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● ● honestly, there is so much intermarrying going on within the sacred twenty-eight that it's not too far off to just assume that everyone's related somehow.
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● ● val rosier's long and extensive (and death eater-filled) family tree.
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Spoiler

It is Cassian's smile that brightens him these days.


His nephew is a tiny little thing; all rosebud cheeks and platinum hair flopping about as he runs circles around his uncle, babbling endlessly in the way that children do. Whenever Val looks at him, his heart aches.


"Right, I think that's enough for now. C'mere, you." He calls, knees dropping into the soft, green grass with his arms outstretched, ready to receive an armful of wriggling toddler. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" Cassian slams into him with a delighted shriek, a soft thud against his shirt once crisp and white, now smeared with berry juice and dirt. Smiling, Val lifts him up; spinning him once, twice, pressing kisses into his grass-stained cheeks amid peals of laughter and half-hearted protests. "I'm going to miss you so much." Val mumbles into his hair. He holds Cassian close to him as they make their way back to the estate, and it is only when he sets him down upon the marble steps of the porch that he notices the bundle of wildflowers clutched tight between his nephew's dirt-streaked fingers. 


The poppies were missing a few petals; the rest, torn.


Tomorrow, Val thinks, he'll teach him how to pick poppies whole. And maybe tonight he can show him the tapestry in the sitting room; trace his fingertips against the worn letters bearing the names of the Rosiers of the past like Cadmus did for him when he was a boy. This time, however, the words he'll whisper in his ears will not be words of prejudice and superiority and blood—but that of acceptance, and love of magic.


He will not allow the blood of his family's mistakes to seep into the soles of Cassian's feet.


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Dinner is an awkward affair.


With Cassian fed and put to sleep, there is none but his sister and her husband to fill the heavy silence pervading the atmosphere. Despite Val's initial reservations, Castor proved to be a good man in the end, choosing his wife and infant son's safety over one man's desperate, maniacal cause—but even after everything, Val still can't bring himself to forgive the scar marring his forearm.


Margaux is the first the speak, dabbing gently at her crimson lips with a napkin as she turns to him, "So, Val, I hear you're leaving for Hogwarts in a few days." She says carefully, trying—and failing—to impart an air of casualness in her voice. She's always careful when dealing with him these days, taking pains not to put any more pressure on their already strained relationship. Val hates it.


He nods limply in reply, hardly looking up from where he picks and prods at the remnants of his dinner. He isn't in the mood for conversation, but Margaux being Margaux, she pushes forward anyway. "The summer's almost over. I imagine you're rather thrilled to be back—" She begins, but then there is the sharp clatter of silver meeting porcelain as Val abruptly drops his fork. It cuts through the room, instantly killing the words on her lips. 


Val barks out a huff of a laugh, face incredulous, "Me? Thrilled? About what?" He snaps, shoving hard against the table's edge.


"Calm down, Val, I just thought you'd be happy to return, I—" Margaux sputters, her fine features contorted in distress, but her paltry attempt at mollification only serves to spur his temper forward. "So-so what, so I can relive my own brother attempting to murder me?" He spits, "Uncle Rabastan hurling spells over my head? See my friends' corpses lying in the room where we have fucking breakfast every morning? No. No thank you." Margaux flinches, but ultimately chooses to stay silent, and Val stands, taking that as his cue to leave.


Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Margaux rise from her chair, but Castor's hand on her wrist stops her from following. [SIZE=11.3333px]Val would never dare say it out loud, but in times like these, he is grateful for him. He walks away, and doesn't look back.[/SIZE]


--


His chamber offers little respite, so he moves his musings to the drawing room. He doesn't notice his brother-in-law's presence until he's right in front of him, staring him down with something akin to disapproval in his gaze. Castor Yaxley is a stoic man; hardly speaks, hardly smiles. For him to deign to grace Valerius of all people with his presence, well. It must be important.


"Can I help you?" Val asks, though not without a hint of a bite. Castor merely cocks an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You shouldn't be so hard on your sister." He says simply. This prompts Val to cast him a look of his own, a retort already forming on the tip tongue. But before he can say anything, Castor raises a finger, silencing him. "These past few years have been difficult, I know." He begins. He pauses for a few moments, weighing his words, before pressing on. "But you're not the only one who lost everything in this war. So stop acting like it."


He leaves then, and Val is once again alone.


--


Castor's words feel like a particularly painful slap in the face, but Val would be lying if he said it wasn't the proverbial wake up call he needed to get his head out of his arse.


--


He's a little more agreeable the next day, and more so the day after that. And when he meets Castor's gaze across the dinner table the night before he leaves, he does something that Val does not expect.


He smiles.

 
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[professor pretz]

(ajsfwerghf - This might be really terrible, because I wrote it in the middle of the night, so I'm super duper sorry.)
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- I also don't know if I'll be finishing the History in time, but basically their real dad died in a work-related accident when they were really young (he was a muggle); then their mother (not a muggle) got re-married to a wizard (who turned out to be a Death Eater & was sent to Azkaban). They also have an older brother (Otis) who recently moved to Brazil, for unknown reasons. (That's basically a small briefing of the history.)
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Also this scenario takes place four years ago when he's shopping w/ his older sister & mother - he's basically the same now, except he's much more germ-phobic, and has a stronger need to 'mother-hen' everyone... And also rolls his eyes a lot more too.
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So many people, so much noise, so many extra pushy salesmen - every line they waited in took a good twenty or so minutes, and every few feet Oliver would walk would mean bumping shoulders with at least two strangers. They had wasted so much time waiting in lines, and shuffling to get around people, that an errand as simple as school shopping took three times longer then it needed to be. Out of all the days to go to Diagon Alley to get supplies, they choose the day right before school started; a day that both himself and Odette should've known was going to be a germ infested, time hogging chore.


"This is an absolute mad-house, Odette." Oliver said, slightly out of breath, as he and his older sister exited from a book store to plop their tired bodies on a nearby bench, while their mother continued to shop. There were people everywhere - parents fighting over almost sold out brooms, little children whining, and lines so long that he could probably write his life's memoir and still be finished before he reached the end. If there was a place where people specifically went when they wanted to lose their patience, and get infected with hundreds of different germs, then this was definitely the place to be. "This could've been prevented if everyone had just planned ahead, instead of waiting until the last minute to go out and buy all of their things... Sometimes I wonder if there's some sort of illness affecting our generation's brains, that's causing them to be lazy until the very last second they can't be. Procrastination is clearly an issue - and it's annoying."


Odette immediately started to intensely chuckle beside him; which was slightly insulting, because he wasn't exactly telling a joke - he was being serious... Well mostly serious, minus for the slight sarcastic remark about the illness.


"Why are you laughing like that? Did I say something you find funny?" he questioned, his glare already intensifying. 


"Ah well, let me see - aren't we ourselves also contributing to the procrastination problem? I mean, we showed up the day before, just like all of these people - maybe we have the 'illness' as well?" she said with a grin, and air-quoting the word 'illness.' "That's not the funny part though, little Olive - the funny part is that you're twelve and yet you talk like you're some sixty year old... But it's cute, and it's part of your charm, so it's okay."


Oliver rolled his eyes at the use of his nick-name, while a scowl plastered his face. He couldn't decipher if his sister was complimenting him or making fun of him, but he decided to drop it for now - well, sort of drop it anyways.


"Ugh, little Olive? How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? You know I don't even like olives..."


Oliver was also about to go on to explain that it wasn't 'we' who were contributing to the procrastination problem, but that it was actually 'her', since she was the one who wanted to wait until the last minute to get their school supplies. He had originally planned for them to go shopping days ago.


But before he could go on to explain that, their mother came bustling out of the book store, motioning for the two of them to follow with a small smile. "We have pretty much everything that was on your lists - the only thing left is to get a familiar for Oliver."


As Oliver stood, he immediately unfolded his list, re-checking it and re-clarifying that he indeed didn't add 'An animal' onto the list - and for a good reason. He didn't want a pet - something that he'd have to feed, clean up after, provide shelter, and take responsibility for - and what if his animal did something terrible, like eat another student's pet? If something like that happened, he himself would be the one to blame - not the animal that actually ate some other kid's pet; so why would he even want to have that much responsibility over something that doesn't even listen to him?


As he glanced up from his list, already deciding he didn't want a pet, he noticed Odette scanning him with an 'Are-you-serious' sort of expression.


"What?"


Odette slowed her walk, so that she and Oliver were a little ways behind their mother. "I have a feeling I already know what you're about to pull."


Oliver gave her an annoyed look, mostly because on the list of the many things that annoyed him, one was people assuming things about him based on a simple 'feeling'. "What do you mean? I'm not about to pull anything; I'm just going to tell her that I'm not interested in getting an animal - pretty simple."


She gave him an uneasy look, as they bumped shoulders and shuffled their way through the crowd. "I get it that you're not the sort of person who would want a pet; but you can just tell mom really wants you to have one. Haven't you noticed that for the past week she's been chatting up how she's really happy that she gets to buy you your first familiar?"


He glanced ahead, focusing his view on his mother. Is it sad that he didn't notice? "Why would she want to buy me a pet so badly?"


Odette sighed, as she joined Oliver's gaze towards their mother a few paces ahead. "I'm pretty sure she wants to know that she's making you happy, ya know? She bought me my first pet before I went to Hogwarts, she bought Otis his first pet - she just wants to do the same for you." Oliver could feel Odette's gaze shift from their mother, back onto him. "She's been through a lot lately, with the whole step-dad-turned-evil thing... and you're her youngest, who's leaving for school - so for the first time in a long time she won't have any kids or a husband to cook for, or take care of. If she wants to buy you a pet, then maybe you should just let her."


Oliver glanced at his shoes as he walked, with an unsure look. When Odette put it that way, how could he deny his mother a wish, and still call himself a good son? Sure, the thing - whatever species it was going to be - was going to be a hassle to take care of, but maybe it wasn't completely benefitless if it made his mother happy. After the recent turn of events with her husband being sent to life in Azkaban, and her eldest son Otis moving far away to Brazil, and now he himself going into Hogwarts - their mother's happiness was something that had drastically reduced in the past couple of months. Most likely because she was well-aware of the new loneliness that would be in her life for a while.


So if his mother wanted to go out of her way to buy him a pet, so that she could make him happier and safer, then he would. If it made his mother happy to think that she was giving him a friend that would boost his own happiness, then that was great; a pet he would get.


"Alright, so what animal then?"


Odette gave him a big smile, clearly proud of his decision to cooperate. "Well you remember, Fizzo right? Maybe you could - "


"An ugly and disgusting germ transferring toad? That's the last animal I'd ever consider for a companion..."


Odette clicked her tongue. "Fizzo isn't ugly; he just has a few little bumps..."


"You mean more than a few warts; possibly even herpes, if frogs can even get that... All I know is that they're definitely not little bumps."


"Okay, okay - so no frog; that's alright, I guess. But what pet do you have in mind then?"


He didn't have any animal in mind, because he didn't want nor need one - but another glance at his mom reminded him that he needed to just accept her gift; for happiness, and goodness, and all of that other stuff...


A frog was out of the question. So was a cat, since cat's have too much free will, and they shed. Rats are also disgusting, because germs (and they're also ugly). Dog's weren't allowed, which was fine with him, since he didn't like dogs anyways.


There really was only one animal that was decent looking, relatively quiet, self fed - and that was  "An owl, I'll get one of those; it would be the least troublesome... And as a reminder to you, I'm getting it for the benefit of our mother." he paused for a moment, trying to find one more pro hidden behind the list of cons. "- and also to deliver my mail."

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[Aster]

bloop blah, maybe they'll get their separate threads later, maybe not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

 
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[s e v e n]

Name: Pandora Blutmond


Nickname: Dora (by her older brother)


Age: 11


Desired house: Her parents told her Slytherin but she doesn't mind any house to be honest


Wand: Alder wood unicorn hair core 11" and unbending flexibility 


Gender: Female


Orientation: Straight


Birthday: January 31


year: 1


Password: Alohomora


Appearance:


height: 152 cm


weight: 90 lbs


coloring: <face claim>


ethnicity: Caucasian


distinguishable traits: freckles (is that included? XD)


attire: the family crest pinned


Persona:


quirks: humming when she's bored (or at times actually singing out loud), 


skills: hand crafts, herbology, singing (or at least she considered herself)


weaknesses: afraid of insects, easily distracted, a bit of a cry baby


virtues: makes people happy, cheerful, selfless


vices: stubborn, reckless, clumsy, short tempered


boggart: her parents and her brother rejecting her (abandonment)


mirror of erised: she would finally be accepted for who she is


Trivia:


likes: animals, plants, sweets


dislikes: being forced to do things, insulted, no one paying attention to her, insects


zodiac: Aquarius


theme song: Avril Lavigne - Alice https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YI4m-l2yRZA (IDK, I know it may seem unrelated to you guys but somehow...I see it. Somehow. IDEK)


voice claim: Abigail Breslin https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P93Hnd5v1DI

 

[Aster]

Darlene Rossi
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"I stand in the grayest area on any and every spectrum."
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Female | 17 | Half-blood | Gryffindor
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- messy dark hair which brushes down to her hip bones paired with even darker brown eyes
- used to have a septum piercing but its against school rules so bye
- petite but bony figure, pale face which tans easily in the summer
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- bisexual, homoromantic
- likes to strum her fingers against things
- is Italian, hence the Italian last name
- a major foodie, she can eat lots and still stay bone skinny
- awkward but determined bean


- half blood wizard with a younger squib brother
- parents divorced once muggle father found out about his witchy wife
- bro went with dad, darlene followed her mom
- eventually enrolled into Hogwarts after being homeschooled in magic


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[Aster]

Caden Petrovic
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"If Antisocial was a person, it would be be named Caden Petrovic."
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Male | 16 | Pureblood | Ravenclaw

- tall in stature, standing at 5'11
- ivory complexion and sandy blonde hair, usually kept neatly combed
- jaded blue eyes and a look which could make just anyone clam up
- he rarely smiles but when he does, it's a real treat


- introverted to a fault
- book smart not street smart
- prefers solitude but has a handful of friends
- the last person on earth you'd expect to have a sense of humor but yeah, he has one
- never attends quidditch matches and even if it does, it's mostly for house points
- scrawls when he takes notes; gl reading them, its illegible
- that one person everyone wants to team up with in a group assignment
- is allergic to chocolate

- prestigious pureblood family background
- almost every member deal with some branch of magic so yeh, connections
- immediate family consists of two busy parents and a meddling older sister (Elise Petrovic)
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[Aster]

Jayden Anderson
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"Only yield to the worthy or die breaking to withstand."

Male | 14 | Half-blood | Hufflepuff


- warm brown hair and even warmer green eyes
- tan skin and stands at a height of 5'6
- has a mole on his arm

- loyal to a fault
- loves ice-cream sandwiches
- has a dog for a familiar
- sports are his fav; play baseball with him and he'd love u forever
- prob always trying to get his wizard friends to try out muggle sports


- parents divorced; his father remarried
- has a half blood sis who he loves and an older brother who he hates
- his biological mother is dead to him
- was raised in a muggle community
- loves the muggle world more than the wizarding world tbh ​

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[Aster]

Neal Argent
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"I know my worth and I'll make it known."

Male | 19 | Half-blood | Auror in training​

- raven curls and sapphire eyes, pale skin with a jaw that could kill
- fairly large build, stands at 6''


- has 0 chill, always trying to fill his hands with things to do
- can hold a grudge like heck
- highly competitive


- pureblood mother with deceased father; an only child
- raised in the orphanage
- hates talking about his childhood, expect an immediately cold shoulder if asked
- has a half-brother he hates to death
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[Aster]

Nylora Sinclair
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"She'll seek to make best, not better. And once she's achieved that, she'll go further still."

Female | 39 | Pureblood | Member of the Ministry of Magic

- wavy raven locks and silvery blue eyes
- a long slender face and even slender fingers
- stands tall and unwavering

- has high hopes for the humanity and the wizarding community
- will always measure out all possible outcomes before choosing the best course of action
- forgiving if asked
- calculative and analytical
- has the memory of an elephant

- married once, first husband died from illness
- eloped with Zuriel Mikhaelov but later went separate ways
- eloped with second husband
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[Aster]

Liam Anderson
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"Some things will just remain broken."

Male | 45 | Muggle | Electrical Engineer

- deep green eyes and messy brunet curls
- peachy complexion which sunburns easily
- consistent 5 o'clock shadow or more


- gets frequent headaches
- loves fantasy lore and anything magical
- enjoys reading his children to sleep
- would probably kill anyone who hurts his daughter

- divorced in his late 20s
- his two kids followed their mother
- remarried a muggle at age 38
- has a four year old daughter named Lilian​

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[fancries1]

Name: Leon Coben


Nickname: Leo


Age: 20


House: Slytherin


Wand: Alder wood, phoenix feather, 12 inches


Gender: Male


Orientation: Homosexual


Birthday: September 12th


Occupation: Currently in Azkaban, would like to become a famous author


Password: Alohomora


Appearance:






Persona:


- Most protective sibling in the world


- Cares way too much about appearances


- Worries too much


- Always has a plan for everything


- Will kill anyone for 2 galleons


- Really intelligent


- Hates attention


- Claustrophobic


- Takes care of the family money (much to Belladonna's dismay)
- Way too manipulative

 

[ArtisticVicu]

Rachel Winry Dalca​

Nicknames: Ray
Age: 12
House: Hufflepuff
]Wand: Acacia, phoenix, 9 inches, swishy
Gender: female
Orientation: She hasn’t thought much on what her orientation.
Birthday: March 5
Year: 2nd Year
"Sometimes those that appear oblivious are the ones that are watching the closest.”
Password: alohomora

Appearance​

Height: 137cm ~ 4'6"
Weight: 30kg ~ 66lb
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Face Claim: Abigail Breslin (2008)

Persona​

Quirks: When thinking, she can be found nibbling on the knuckle of a finger and, if left with a book, never in the same position – let along the same place – for very long. She acts quite oblivious even though she understands a lot more than people give her credit for.
Skills: She’s great at being a mediator, and is gifted in magic like her brother - if not more so - even though she doesn’t show it. She doesn’t care much for deceit and is still quite good at it. She’s also pretty good on reading a situation and acting accordingly.
Weaknesses: Sometimes being oblivious is not acting, and some things do indeed go over her head, mostly due to being easily distracted. She can be quite the scatterbrain and the whole “ooh shiny!” thing is an actual thing for her.
Virtues: Despite her view on the world, she retains a happy and upbeat appearance. She has a large heart and gladly welcomes anyone with open arms. She is trusting and loyal to those that stay, eager to learn more about another.
Vices: She does have a temper, though, thankfully, it takes quite a bit to get under her skin. She is quick and sharp when angered, able to get revenge in ways that never incriminate her. She hides how skilled she is in magic out of fear of being taken away from her family. She does have a mischievous side that pops up due to her acting oblivious to the world more times than not.
Boggart: Either faceless men coming to take her away to experiment on her or her brother turning his back on her after declaring that he hates her for taking their mom away from him.
Mirror of Erised: Her mom is alive, her dad is actually smiling for once, and her brother is truly happy with her in the middle.

Trivia​

Likes: She likes chocolate cake (her brother would call that a lie and replace that with “loves it so much, she should just marry it), bread in general, and her favorite type of weather is the rain. Oh! And fireworks and watching spells being cast. Above all, though, she loves her brother. He is her world and she looks to him for guidance. Dislikes: When it gets hot – especially inside, frosting of any kind, and lame homework. Oh! And her brother’s knack of getting distracted by a project.
Zodiac: Pisces

History​

Rachel was born in Maidstone is the county town of Kent, England, to a pureblood mother and a halfblood father. Her mother passed away after childbirth, leaving Rachel to never know her mom. She lived in her place of birth for a year before her dad moved her and her brother with him to Italy due to work. Though he married a pureblood witch and had a pureblood father himself, Rachel’s dad had taken to his mother’s world, the Muggle world, though he never stopped teaching his children about magic. He made sure to live in a wizarding community close enough to Muggle dwellings that he could also keep his children part of both worlds.

Rachel took to the Muggle world like a fish to water and, over the years, has confessed that she likes it better than the wizarding one.

When she was six, they moved back to England but, instead of returning to Maidstone, they moved to the heart of London. They were immersed in the muggle community for two years before they moved for a final time to the northern part of the city to a wizarding community. There they settled and where Rachel returns to for the holidays.

RP Sample​

It was quiet in the house but she could tell her brother was still awake. What he was working on, she didn’t know. She didn’t dare ask either, not when she was trying to sneak out.

She avoided the squeaky spots on the floor as she made her way to the back door. She grabbed her shoes but didn’t put them on. She carefully turned the handle, making sure to turn it slowly and press against the door at the same time so it wouldn’t make a sound.

As she started to pull the door open, it gave a faint squeak and she froze, every fiber of her being on alert as she tried to listen. When no sound came, she relaxed, letting out a soft breath.

“Where do you think you’re going?” came a teasing voice, low in the quiet kitchen.

Rachel jumped, letting out an undignified squeak before spinning to face her brother. He was standing halfway across the kitchen from her but it had sounded like he had been right behind her. She debated whether to glare or cower and settled with a glare, though it was more of a pout. “I wanted to look at the stars,” she tried, still standing with the door ajar.

She watched as he quirked a pale eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. She floundered but he didn’t give her a chance to actually defend herself.

“You wanted to see those flowers again.”

She felt her cheeks becoming hot as she looked at her feet. Ok, so, yeah, she wanted to see the flowers, but could he blame her? They were so pretty and she wanted to look at them some more in person, not from a book, and–

Before she could work herself into a fit, her brother was placing a hand on her shoulder and she noted, belatedly, that he was wearing his shoes. She looked up at him, eyes wide. He offered her a smile as he lowered his head and raised his free hand to the side of his mouth as if he was divulging a bit secret. “I want to see them too.”

It turned out to be close to a secret. She beamed up at him as he opened the door fully. She shoved her shoes onto her feet before chasing after him across the yard and into the lands beyond their home.