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teenage witch
bitch
- half veela, but her father is a closet pure blood supremacist.
- uncle was a death eater, now in azkaban.
- likes potions, would like to become a healer someday.
- looks scary but isn't too bad.
- her best friend died fighting a death eater during the battle, he was protecting her.
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Name:
Belladonna Coben
Nickname:
She goes by Bella or Donna
Age:
16
Desired House:
Slytherin
Wand:
13 inches, blackthorn wood and dragon heartstring
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Bisexual
Birthday
February 26th
Year:
6th year
*describe your OC in one sentence.
Bella iz goffic, ok? If u dont liek it den ure a prEP!!!
Password:
Alohomora
Appearance:
Height:
5'7
Weight:
128 lbs
Skin color:
White
Ethnicity:
British
Distinguishable traits:
She has a long scar in her left thigh and a smaller one in the back of her neck. She also has a werewolf bite scar in her right arm, which she keeps covered with sleeves and bandages.
Attire:
She always wears an enchanted moon necklace, it tells her the current phase of the moon.
Persona:
Belladonna is a clever and persuasive girl who likes to achieve great things and never gives up once she was a clear goal and a strong motivation. She firmly believes brains are more important than strength, something she learned from her countless fights with siblings while growing up. With this in mind, it's important to know Belladonna likes manipulating people. She likes having power, knowing she can control others by just pulling a few strings in their minds and likes messing with people just for a few laughs. Being a good liar really helps with her desire to control others, being a good actress and being able to change her entire demeanour when she had to pretend to be someone else has gotten her out of thousands of troubles. A damsel in distress? She pretend to be one. A psychopathic witch threatening to burn down the world? Same thing. She's incredibly proud of her intelligence and ability to make up elaborate plans in just a few seconds. The girl has a unquenchable thirst for knowledge and her curiosity is one of her strongest characteristics. She's an eccentric girl who doesn't mind standing up for her beliefs.
Belladonna is incredibly loyal to the ones she cares for and turns aggressive when someone hurts the ones she cares for in any way. When it comes to revenge, she's an expert. Her plans are elaborate, delicate and well thought out, and she doesn't like it when the person she was supposed to hurt leaves without any injuries. She doesn't like to act recklessly, but there are times when she just can't control her temper. The girl holds a sharp tongue, and likes to throw one or two well-thought insults every now and then. Sometimes this leads to trouble, but it's worth it. It's important to know that Belladonna is cocky and slightly arrogant, especially when she does something right.
She is by no means a serious person and tries to bring humour to every situation. Her humour is not what most people would call light-hearted and not everyone appreciates it. But for what it's worth, her dark humour has served its moments during though times when all seemed lost, especially during the war. While she does care more about herself than she cares about others, she's not above helping those in need. Her help is exclusive, though, and she will only help those who could become allies or share her beliefs. The others...they're on their own. She is by no means scared of adventures. In fact, she's rather fond of them.
She doesn't exactly know how to difference what's right from what's wrong and only thinks about what's helpful for her and the ones she cares about. Her mother always said that thinking about others was not a wise thing to do. "The only people you should help are the ones who care about you, leave the stranger to bleed out if you must." Her mother told her when she was a little girl and she has never forgotten it. Because of her family's history with the dark arts, Belladonna is incredibly fond of them as well. She thinks they're useful and incredibly entertaining when used properly. Belladonna is a very mysterious girl, one who likes to keep her secrets for herself and doesn't trust others so easily. It's not easy to gain her trust, and it's even harder to get her to trust someone else.
quirks (3+) // tendencies, habits
- She tends to bite her nails
- She likes to play with her hair when she's bored or nervous
- She growls, snarls and hisses at others when she's in a foul mood or there's a full moon
skills (3+) // character strengths
- She's a fast learner
- She's a skilled duelist
- She's got remarkable reflexes
weaknesses (3+)
- She is not physically strong
- Has a horrible fear of flying
- Not the fastest one around
virtues (3+) // character pros
- Natural leader
- Charismatic
- Ambitious
vices (3+) // character cons
- She's arrogant
- Manipulative
- Envious
boggart // worst fears
Her worst fears are dementors, heights and werewolves. Her boggart takes the shape of a werewolf.
mirror of erised // deepest desire
The mirror of erised would show an older version of herself, accepting her promotion to Minister of Magic.
Trivia:
Likes (3+):
Magic, especially the dark arts.
- Learning
- Reading
- Writing
- Sweets
- Wizard chess
- Potions
Dislikes (3+):
- Being ignored.
- Heights
- Dementors
- The full moon
- Giving up
- Betrayal
- Sports
Zodiac:
Pisces
theme song:
Voice claim:
Emilia Clarke:
(shortest interview I could find)
History:
Born into a pureblood family, Belladonna grew up with the powerful "Magic is Might" and "For the Greater Good" mottos brought to the world by the most powerful wizards of the century. Her parents were devoted supporters of Lord Voldemort who were known for being some of the Dark Lord's most powerful supporters. With respect from the Ministry of Magic himself and a place in the Dark Lord's inner circle, the heads of the Coben family couldn't be more successful. When their lord fell in the hands of Harry Potter, they claimed to be spies for the Ministry and blamed others for their crimes. They were pardoned and able to have three children; Leon, Rose and Belladonna. But, as luck would have it, Mr. and Mrs. Coben were betrayed by some of their oldest friends, who told the Minister about their crimes and how they'd blamed others for their actions. The Ministry quickly took action and sent the two of them to Azkaban, leaving their children with their aunt and uncle.
Belladonna and her siblings were raised by their uncles, who shared the same beliefs as their parents and made sure to brainwash the children with the same beliefs. They were taught to despise anyone who wasn't a pureblood or half blood wizard, for they were the leaders of their world. Anyone else was just there to steal their magic, take their world away from them with their filthy, greedy hands. They told them about their parents, feeding them stories about their role as Voldemort supporters and brave sacrifice when they chose to go to Azkaban to show their undying loyalty. This life filled with luxury and hate towards others turned Belladonna into a spoiled and arrogant child who thought she was better the specks of dirt they called mudbloods.
When she turned 11, Belladonna was sorted into (insert house here) along with her brother and sister and quickly became popular amongst her fellow purebloods. She found a large group of friends who shared the same pureblood ideals and stuck with them until the very end. She excelled at most of the classes and made sure to stay in the professor's good graces in order to get out of trouble whenever the need rose. In their eyes, she was an obedient and respectful young lady who did what she was told and knew better than to start any trouble. When in reality she considered herself to be the criminal mastermind behind her friend's antics.
Her perfect world crashed when her fourth year rolled around and her parents were freed from Azkaban along with the other Death Eaters. What should've been a wonderful and heartwarming reunion quickly turned into a nightmare. You see, Belladonna and her siblings grew up thinking their parents were powerful, aristocratic figures. Ones who wanted their children to be critical thinkers, masterminds behind the Dark Lord's operations and the future of the pureblood society. What they got was two demented idiots who'd left their sanity behind in Azkaban. It seemed like Mr. and Mrs. Coben couldn't take the prison and forgot their complete identity. The children were displeased, but didn't turn their backs on the people who'd brought them into the world.
Their parents, while completely insane and unable to stop themselves from having conversations with the walls, were still loyal Dark Lord supporters. However, their insanity made them a liability to the Voldemort's inner circle and they were forced to leave his ranks. They didn't give up. They decided to offer their children to the Dark Lord to fill their places. He agreed, as long as they were properly trained. He told them to make sure their children were able to cast unforgivable curses, and they did not take this slightly.
Since Belladonna was still in her third year and hadn't covered the subject of unforgivable curses in Hogwarts, it was up to her siblings to train with their parents and serve the Dark Lord. Leon, the oldest brother, had no problems when it came to curses and was given the dark mark in less than a month. Rose, however, wasn't so lucky. Despite the hate in her heart, she couldn't harm a fly. So, seeing how weak their daughter was, her crazed parents decided to give her harder tasks in order to turn her into the warrior the Dark Lord deserved. So, when the full moon came around, they sent her to a werewolf pack with only her wand to defend herself. Belladonna received news of her sister's death a day later. The news hit her like a bullet, and her grief turned into anger. At the whole werewolf race for being monsters, at her parents for thinking she would be able to curse those creatures while filled with feared, and at the Dark Lord for letting the Cobens sacrifice their children without a second thought.
She spent her fourth year thinking how to avenge her sister. From plans to kill her parents, to plans to blow up every single muggle she encountered in her memory. She used a Hogsmeade visit to sneak away from the school and have her brother take her to the gang that killed her sister. Her revenge plan was still under development, but she wanted to gain the pack`s trust in order to betray them later on. Being backstabbed was always more painful than being stabbed in the front, after all. Due to the excitement and delicate planning, Belladonna forgot the tiny detail that she had chosen a full moon to find the pack. Unsurprisingly, she was attacked by one of the beasts but got away with a few scratches and a bite after being rescued by her brother. The lycantropy curse was passed on to her, much to her dismay. After her parents found out, they wouldn't have it. Their own daughter, becoming a filthy beast was too much to bear. She couldn't join the Dark Lord's ranks because the only werewolves he was recruiting were all in a pack and it was enough punishment to be one of them, she didn't want to spend time with them. The only one who would have her was her brother, who she stayed with while she continued her Hogwarts education.
The girl quickly realised her brother wasn't a fan of her condition, for he only allowed her to return home when the year ended and tried to stay as far away as possible. With nowhere else to go, she spent her time in the school, where Severus Snape had already taken over as headmaster and turned the place into a nightmare. Her friends all left to serve the Dark Lord or were sick of the Headmaster ruining the school. With no one left, Belladonna became an outcast and began dedicating her time to trying to find a cure for the curse. Which was, of course, impossible. Fortunately, she found other outcasts who often used the library to hide from the horrible Carrow siblings and the Headmaster. The only thing that separated them was the fact that they were all mudbloods. Their relationship began with her treating them like dirt, but developed when she realised they were the only ones who didn't care about what she was after revealing her condition. They became friends after a long process of trying to make Belladonna forget everything she'd learned and when the final battle finally arrived, she didn't leave their side as they fought for the school.
*RP sample (mandatory; this is a heavy deciding factor on whether u'll get accepted) // write up a small snippet of a memorable experience that happened to your OC recently.
The dungeon was cold, grimy, and so dark Belladonna couldn't see a thing without the help of her wand. Her necklace glowed against her pale skin, teasing her with the knowledge of what was about to come. The cursed piece of metal, while useful and practical, was one of her worst enemies. How many times had she been haunted by the glow that came once a month? The one that reminded her she was a beast, a horrible monster that had to be hidden from the rest of the world. But it was a special night. Tonight, the glimmer remained her that the power was hers to use. The screams coming from within the cell made her smile. This night was special, the anniversary of the day she was meant to get her revenge. Who would've thought it would turn to this? With the Dark Lord gone, her brother trying to save himself from a life sentence in Azkaban and her parents trapped in a cell waiting for their daughter to deal with them. Oh, it was glorious. She could almost smell the fear coming from her demented mother's sobs and her father's laughter. They insulted their daughter as soon as she entered their cell, called her a monster and a disgrace to their family. What should've broken her heart made her stronger, and the smile didn't leave her face as she turned into the monster her parents despised. The carnage that followed was one she would never forget, the memory loss that followed every painful transformation wouldn't stop her from remembering the moment she finally ended a childhood filled with hate and lies.
The morning came, and the sun's warmth embraced her as she walked out of the house, her brother walking behind her as he helped her remember the details of what happened the night before. The disgusting taste of human flesh remained in her mouth as she laughed along with her brother and casually wrapped her arm around his shoulder. He took her to a small ice cream parlour in muggle London, where the pair sat down to enjoy their last few minutes together.
"So, we're looking at the best case scenario here. They buy my story and I'm sentenced to a few years," explained Leon, keeping his gaze away from his younger sister's eyes. Perhaps he felt guilty for leaving her alone when she needed him the most. It was odd, to see him so depressed, especially with the start of the new school year, but it was understandable. After seeing what happened to their parents, Belladonna couldn't blame him for being afraid of the prison.
"The worst case scenario being a life sentence, right?" She asked, receiving a small nod form her brother as her only response. She sighed, placing her right hand over his and giving it a firm squeeze. "You have a firm story, Leon. Besides, the aurors are too busy looking after the other Death Eaters to testify against you in court. Just remember the plan, act innocent, and feel remorse for your crimes. You might have to spend some time in Azkaban, yes. But you'll survive!"
"But what about you? Uncle is dead, our family's friends are either in Azkaban or want nothing to do with you and our parents... well, we both know where they are. What if you get hurt and I'm not there? Your condition is not exactly safe, mind you, and what if you don't control yourself and-"
"I do believe I've got enough brains to know how to deal with my condition, thank you very much," the girl interrupted. "I've got a full supply of wolfsbane potions in my bag and I'll get more every time I go to Hogsmeade. I'll spend the Holidays in Hogwarts and I'll be of age by the time the year ends. I'm not the one we should be worrying about, brother."
Her brother didn't reply and she didn't attempt to start a new conversation. They finished their ice creams in silence and then walked to King Cross Station, where the Hogwarts Express was already waiting for the children to finish saying goodbye to their loved ones. Belladonna noticed how the security seemed to improve and the parents were either crying or asking their children if they really wanted to go back. It seemed like it would take more than aurors guarding the place and the reconstruction of the castle to return Hogwarts to its former glory. A depressing insight at the aftermath of the war indeed. She and her brother shared one last hug in front of the train, not caring if the smoke let them breathe properly or not.
"Please take care of yourself, Donna," he muttered, placing his bearded chin against her forehead. His sister looked up and replied with a wink. "I'll try. But remember, they might give you a shorter sentence if you tell them your werewolf sister is lose in a place full of children and you're the only one who can calm her down. Sad children stories always make the judge melt. That, and cute animals. Do mention that we have a ton of puppies, will you?"
Her brother laughed, and they pulled away from each other as the prefects began calling the children's attention. Without another word, Belladonna walked inside the train and shut the compartment door behind her.
Belladonna Coben
Nickname:
She goes by Bella or Donna
Age:
16
Desired House:
Slytherin
Wand:
13 inches, blackthorn wood and dragon heartstring
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Bisexual
Birthday
February 26th
Year:
6th year
*describe your OC in one sentence.
Bella iz goffic, ok? If u dont liek it den ure a prEP!!!
Password:
Alohomora
Appearance:
Height:
5'7
Weight:
128 lbs
Skin color:
White
Ethnicity:
British
Distinguishable traits:
She has a long scar in her left thigh and a smaller one in the back of her neck. She also has a werewolf bite scar in her right arm, which she keeps covered with sleeves and bandages.
Attire:
She always wears an enchanted moon necklace, it tells her the current phase of the moon.
Persona:
Belladonna is a clever and persuasive girl who likes to achieve great things and never gives up once she was a clear goal and a strong motivation. She firmly believes brains are more important than strength, something she learned from her countless fights with siblings while growing up. With this in mind, it's important to know Belladonna likes manipulating people. She likes having power, knowing she can control others by just pulling a few strings in their minds and likes messing with people just for a few laughs. Being a good liar really helps with her desire to control others, being a good actress and being able to change her entire demeanour when she had to pretend to be someone else has gotten her out of thousands of troubles. A damsel in distress? She pretend to be one. A psychopathic witch threatening to burn down the world? Same thing. She's incredibly proud of her intelligence and ability to make up elaborate plans in just a few seconds. The girl has a unquenchable thirst for knowledge and her curiosity is one of her strongest characteristics. She's an eccentric girl who doesn't mind standing up for her beliefs.
Belladonna is incredibly loyal to the ones she cares for and turns aggressive when someone hurts the ones she cares for in any way. When it comes to revenge, she's an expert. Her plans are elaborate, delicate and well thought out, and she doesn't like it when the person she was supposed to hurt leaves without any injuries. She doesn't like to act recklessly, but there are times when she just can't control her temper. The girl holds a sharp tongue, and likes to throw one or two well-thought insults every now and then. Sometimes this leads to trouble, but it's worth it. It's important to know that Belladonna is cocky and slightly arrogant, especially when she does something right.
She is by no means a serious person and tries to bring humour to every situation. Her humour is not what most people would call light-hearted and not everyone appreciates it. But for what it's worth, her dark humour has served its moments during though times when all seemed lost, especially during the war. While she does care more about herself than she cares about others, she's not above helping those in need. Her help is exclusive, though, and she will only help those who could become allies or share her beliefs. The others...they're on their own. She is by no means scared of adventures. In fact, she's rather fond of them.
She doesn't exactly know how to difference what's right from what's wrong and only thinks about what's helpful for her and the ones she cares about. Her mother always said that thinking about others was not a wise thing to do. "The only people you should help are the ones who care about you, leave the stranger to bleed out if you must." Her mother told her when she was a little girl and she has never forgotten it. Because of her family's history with the dark arts, Belladonna is incredibly fond of them as well. She thinks they're useful and incredibly entertaining when used properly. Belladonna is a very mysterious girl, one who likes to keep her secrets for herself and doesn't trust others so easily. It's not easy to gain her trust, and it's even harder to get her to trust someone else.
quirks (3+) // tendencies, habits
- She tends to bite her nails
- She likes to play with her hair when she's bored or nervous
- She growls, snarls and hisses at others when she's in a foul mood or there's a full moon
skills (3+) // character strengths
- She's a fast learner
- She's a skilled duelist
- She's got remarkable reflexes
weaknesses (3+)
- She is not physically strong
- Has a horrible fear of flying
- Not the fastest one around
virtues (3+) // character pros
- Natural leader
- Charismatic
- Ambitious
vices (3+) // character cons
- She's arrogant
- Manipulative
- Envious
boggart // worst fears
Her worst fears are dementors, heights and werewolves. Her boggart takes the shape of a werewolf.
mirror of erised // deepest desire
The mirror of erised would show an older version of herself, accepting her promotion to Minister of Magic.
Trivia:
Likes (3+):
Magic, especially the dark arts.
- Learning
- Reading
- Writing
- Sweets
- Wizard chess
- Potions
Dislikes (3+):
- Being ignored.
- Heights
- Dementors
- The full moon
- Giving up
- Betrayal
- Sports
Zodiac:
Pisces
theme song:
Voice claim:
Emilia Clarke:
(shortest interview I could find)
History:
Born into a pureblood family, Belladonna grew up with the powerful "Magic is Might" and "For the Greater Good" mottos brought to the world by the most powerful wizards of the century. Her parents were devoted supporters of Lord Voldemort who were known for being some of the Dark Lord's most powerful supporters. With respect from the Ministry of Magic himself and a place in the Dark Lord's inner circle, the heads of the Coben family couldn't be more successful. When their lord fell in the hands of Harry Potter, they claimed to be spies for the Ministry and blamed others for their crimes. They were pardoned and able to have three children; Leon, Rose and Belladonna. But, as luck would have it, Mr. and Mrs. Coben were betrayed by some of their oldest friends, who told the Minister about their crimes and how they'd blamed others for their actions. The Ministry quickly took action and sent the two of them to Azkaban, leaving their children with their aunt and uncle.
Belladonna and her siblings were raised by their uncles, who shared the same beliefs as their parents and made sure to brainwash the children with the same beliefs. They were taught to despise anyone who wasn't a pureblood or half blood wizard, for they were the leaders of their world. Anyone else was just there to steal their magic, take their world away from them with their filthy, greedy hands. They told them about their parents, feeding them stories about their role as Voldemort supporters and brave sacrifice when they chose to go to Azkaban to show their undying loyalty. This life filled with luxury and hate towards others turned Belladonna into a spoiled and arrogant child who thought she was better the specks of dirt they called mudbloods.
When she turned 11, Belladonna was sorted into (insert house here) along with her brother and sister and quickly became popular amongst her fellow purebloods. She found a large group of friends who shared the same pureblood ideals and stuck with them until the very end. She excelled at most of the classes and made sure to stay in the professor's good graces in order to get out of trouble whenever the need rose. In their eyes, she was an obedient and respectful young lady who did what she was told and knew better than to start any trouble. When in reality she considered herself to be the criminal mastermind behind her friend's antics.
Her perfect world crashed when her fourth year rolled around and her parents were freed from Azkaban along with the other Death Eaters. What should've been a wonderful and heartwarming reunion quickly turned into a nightmare. You see, Belladonna and her siblings grew up thinking their parents were powerful, aristocratic figures. Ones who wanted their children to be critical thinkers, masterminds behind the Dark Lord's operations and the future of the pureblood society. What they got was two demented idiots who'd left their sanity behind in Azkaban. It seemed like Mr. and Mrs. Coben couldn't take the prison and forgot their complete identity. The children were displeased, but didn't turn their backs on the people who'd brought them into the world.
Their parents, while completely insane and unable to stop themselves from having conversations with the walls, were still loyal Dark Lord supporters. However, their insanity made them a liability to the Voldemort's inner circle and they were forced to leave his ranks. They didn't give up. They decided to offer their children to the Dark Lord to fill their places. He agreed, as long as they were properly trained. He told them to make sure their children were able to cast unforgivable curses, and they did not take this slightly.
Since Belladonna was still in her third year and hadn't covered the subject of unforgivable curses in Hogwarts, it was up to her siblings to train with their parents and serve the Dark Lord. Leon, the oldest brother, had no problems when it came to curses and was given the dark mark in less than a month. Rose, however, wasn't so lucky. Despite the hate in her heart, she couldn't harm a fly. So, seeing how weak their daughter was, her crazed parents decided to give her harder tasks in order to turn her into the warrior the Dark Lord deserved. So, when the full moon came around, they sent her to a werewolf pack with only her wand to defend herself. Belladonna received news of her sister's death a day later. The news hit her like a bullet, and her grief turned into anger. At the whole werewolf race for being monsters, at her parents for thinking she would be able to curse those creatures while filled with feared, and at the Dark Lord for letting the Cobens sacrifice their children without a second thought.
She spent her fourth year thinking how to avenge her sister. From plans to kill her parents, to plans to blow up every single muggle she encountered in her memory. She used a Hogsmeade visit to sneak away from the school and have her brother take her to the gang that killed her sister. Her revenge plan was still under development, but she wanted to gain the pack`s trust in order to betray them later on. Being backstabbed was always more painful than being stabbed in the front, after all. Due to the excitement and delicate planning, Belladonna forgot the tiny detail that she had chosen a full moon to find the pack. Unsurprisingly, she was attacked by one of the beasts but got away with a few scratches and a bite after being rescued by her brother. The lycantropy curse was passed on to her, much to her dismay. After her parents found out, they wouldn't have it. Their own daughter, becoming a filthy beast was too much to bear. She couldn't join the Dark Lord's ranks because the only werewolves he was recruiting were all in a pack and it was enough punishment to be one of them, she didn't want to spend time with them. The only one who would have her was her brother, who she stayed with while she continued her Hogwarts education.
The girl quickly realised her brother wasn't a fan of her condition, for he only allowed her to return home when the year ended and tried to stay as far away as possible. With nowhere else to go, she spent her time in the school, where Severus Snape had already taken over as headmaster and turned the place into a nightmare. Her friends all left to serve the Dark Lord or were sick of the Headmaster ruining the school. With no one left, Belladonna became an outcast and began dedicating her time to trying to find a cure for the curse. Which was, of course, impossible. Fortunately, she found other outcasts who often used the library to hide from the horrible Carrow siblings and the Headmaster. The only thing that separated them was the fact that they were all mudbloods. Their relationship began with her treating them like dirt, but developed when she realised they were the only ones who didn't care about what she was after revealing her condition. They became friends after a long process of trying to make Belladonna forget everything she'd learned and when the final battle finally arrived, she didn't leave their side as they fought for the school.
*RP sample (mandatory; this is a heavy deciding factor on whether u'll get accepted) // write up a small snippet of a memorable experience that happened to your OC recently.
The dungeon was cold, grimy, and so dark Belladonna couldn't see a thing without the help of her wand. Her necklace glowed against her pale skin, teasing her with the knowledge of what was about to come. The cursed piece of metal, while useful and practical, was one of her worst enemies. How many times had she been haunted by the glow that came once a month? The one that reminded her she was a beast, a horrible monster that had to be hidden from the rest of the world. But it was a special night. Tonight, the glimmer remained her that the power was hers to use. The screams coming from within the cell made her smile. This night was special, the anniversary of the day she was meant to get her revenge. Who would've thought it would turn to this? With the Dark Lord gone, her brother trying to save himself from a life sentence in Azkaban and her parents trapped in a cell waiting for their daughter to deal with them. Oh, it was glorious. She could almost smell the fear coming from her demented mother's sobs and her father's laughter. They insulted their daughter as soon as she entered their cell, called her a monster and a disgrace to their family. What should've broken her heart made her stronger, and the smile didn't leave her face as she turned into the monster her parents despised. The carnage that followed was one she would never forget, the memory loss that followed every painful transformation wouldn't stop her from remembering the moment she finally ended a childhood filled with hate and lies.
The morning came, and the sun's warmth embraced her as she walked out of the house, her brother walking behind her as he helped her remember the details of what happened the night before. The disgusting taste of human flesh remained in her mouth as she laughed along with her brother and casually wrapped her arm around his shoulder. He took her to a small ice cream parlour in muggle London, where the pair sat down to enjoy their last few minutes together.
"So, we're looking at the best case scenario here. They buy my story and I'm sentenced to a few years," explained Leon, keeping his gaze away from his younger sister's eyes. Perhaps he felt guilty for leaving her alone when she needed him the most. It was odd, to see him so depressed, especially with the start of the new school year, but it was understandable. After seeing what happened to their parents, Belladonna couldn't blame him for being afraid of the prison.
"The worst case scenario being a life sentence, right?" She asked, receiving a small nod form her brother as her only response. She sighed, placing her right hand over his and giving it a firm squeeze. "You have a firm story, Leon. Besides, the aurors are too busy looking after the other Death Eaters to testify against you in court. Just remember the plan, act innocent, and feel remorse for your crimes. You might have to spend some time in Azkaban, yes. But you'll survive!"
"But what about you? Uncle is dead, our family's friends are either in Azkaban or want nothing to do with you and our parents... well, we both know where they are. What if you get hurt and I'm not there? Your condition is not exactly safe, mind you, and what if you don't control yourself and-"
"I do believe I've got enough brains to know how to deal with my condition, thank you very much," the girl interrupted. "I've got a full supply of wolfsbane potions in my bag and I'll get more every time I go to Hogsmeade. I'll spend the Holidays in Hogwarts and I'll be of age by the time the year ends. I'm not the one we should be worrying about, brother."
Her brother didn't reply and she didn't attempt to start a new conversation. They finished their ice creams in silence and then walked to King Cross Station, where the Hogwarts Express was already waiting for the children to finish saying goodbye to their loved ones. Belladonna noticed how the security seemed to improve and the parents were either crying or asking their children if they really wanted to go back. It seemed like it would take more than aurors guarding the place and the reconstruction of the castle to return Hogwarts to its former glory. A depressing insight at the aftermath of the war indeed. She and her brother shared one last hug in front of the train, not caring if the smoke let them breathe properly or not.
"Please take care of yourself, Donna," he muttered, placing his bearded chin against her forehead. His sister looked up and replied with a wink. "I'll try. But remember, they might give you a shorter sentence if you tell them your werewolf sister is lose in a place full of children and you're the only one who can calm her down. Sad children stories always make the judge melt. That, and cute animals. Do mention that we have a ton of puppies, will you?"
Her brother laughed, and they pulled away from each other as the prefects began calling the children's attention. Without another word, Belladonna walked inside the train and shut the compartment door behind her.
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Sadistic Sweetheart
Senior Member
Penelope Annette Hottle || Sixteen || Sixth Year
Born September 2nd. Female. Bisexual*. N/A for desired house.
She's fine with her friends calling her Pen. The nickname "Penny" annoys her.
Her wand is made of red oak and has a dragon heartstring core. It's 11 inches long and pliable.
Penelope is much like water; when she boils, she's all over the place, when she freezes, she shrinks and stays cold, but when all is said and done, she eventually comes back to a normal, fluid state.
Alohomora.
*She doesn't hide her sexuality at school, but she hasn't exactly told her family yet.
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Appearance
Five feet, five inches. 130lbs. White. French descent.
She has pierced ears. On her back, she has a couple scars from when she was little. Her arms have a few scattered scars from protecting Hogwarts.
She's always wearing a gold chain necklace with an odd stone. There's not really anything special about it, in the sense that it's not charmed or anything, but she never takes it off.
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Persona
Quirks:
* penelope loves sugar quills. she always brings them to school with her and sucks on them in class. she has a bit of a problem.
* she has a few phrases that she mutters to herself while working without realizing it, such as "rowan gossips, chestnut drones, ash is stubborn, hazel moans" and "when his wand's oak and her's is holly, then to marry would be folly."
* she fiddles with her hair when she's nervous. she braids and unbraids it.
Skills:
+ wandlore; her parents make and sell wands. it's a family business that's been passed down since wands became popular. she has been learning about wands since she was born. her childhood nursery rhymes were all wand related. she understands wands very well and can identify the makeup of other wands.
+ teamwork; she's open to new ideas and enjoys working with other people, whether she's fighting a battle or working on a school project. sure, she's competitive, but not against the members of her own team. she likes the idea of working as a unit to reach common goals.
+ charms; she has a talent for charms. she's never gotten a poor grade in her charms class. it's the type of magic that comes most easily to her.
+ running; she's a fast runner. she's better at running fast for short periods of time than she is at running at a steady pace for a longer period of time, but she can do both fairly well.
+ dancing; she knows a lot of different styles of dance and she absolutely loves dancing. the fact that so few boys can dance genuinely disappoints her.
+ reflexes; whether it's reflexes as in physical reflexes, snapping back a quick retort, or duelling responses, hers are pretty fast.
Weaknesses:
- potions; she doesn't know what the problem is, but she just doesn't have a knack for potions. everything she tries to make ends up going wrong. don't let her near a cauldron.
- family; she values her family above all else. she would do anything for them.
- muggle-related topics; she's been very sheltered from muggles. she can ask some very dumb questions about them without realizing it's obvious.
- physical strength; she was a bit sickly as a child and as she grew up she didn't really join any sports or anything, so she never gained much muscle.
- healing spells; she waned to learn how to do basic first aid, but she only ends up making things worse. she stays away from healing magic now, deciding it's better to leave things to people who know what they're doing.
- pretty people; penelope is a sucker for cute boys, and an even bigger sucker for cute girls. she gets distracted and daydreamy and a bit wonderstruck. she can be convinced to do things by pretty people, but usually nothing outside of her moral values. once she gets to know a pretty person, the pretty-factor wears off.
Virtues:
+ loyal; to those she loves, she'll go to hell and back. she would never do anything to hurt her friends.
+ quick witted; she can respond quickly to things thrown at her, whether they be smart comments or academic questions.
+ curious; penelope always wants to understand things, whether they be spells, muggle tools, or even people.
+ amiable, talkative; she hates feeling excluded or alone, so she tries to make friends as best she can. she can seem like a bit of a motormouth sometimes because of this.
+ spontaneous; she doesn't like getting stifled by plans. she likes thinking things up and doing them in the moment, but that doesn't exactly work well with her impulsive side.
+ adaptable; if a situations changes, she can change in accordance to it. she's flexible and open to new ideas.
+ determined; once she sets her mind to something, she does everything she can to get it done.
Vices:
- impulsive; if she's feeling especially strong emotions, she does the first thing that comes to mind. this is especially bad when she's angry because she has a tendency to say or do things she doesn't mean.
- unorganized; she loses things a lot and a lot of her spaces look incredibly messy. she feels like she knows where everything is, but to other people it's just chaos.
- daydreamer; she can easily lose focus and go off on her own world without meanint to.
- vindictive; she has a tendency to stay bitter about things and not just "forgive and forget."
- impatient; god, does this girl hate waiting. to her, the phrase "good things come to those who wait" carries little to no weight.
- argumentative; penelope can strike up arguments for absolutely no reason. if she disagrees with something, she has to argue, even if it's as insignificant as what type of bagel is best (obviously cinnamon raisin).
- competitive; she loves winning and being better than other people, so she is incredibly competitive.
Boggart:
Her biggest fears are her mother never getting better and her father going through the same thing as her mother.
Her Boggart comes out as her parents with glazed over eyes, muttering words that don't make sense.
Mirror of Erised:
Her family going back to normal is her deepest desire.
In the mirror, she sees herself standing with her mother and father, both of them looking happy and healthy.
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Trivia
likes:
+ flying; she's been flying since she was little and she absolutely loves it. she just feels so free while in the air.
+ defense against the dark arts; she believes the class is very important and practical and it doesn't hurt that the teacher is attractive.
+ dancing; she took ballet classes as a little girl as well as social dancing classes when she got a bit older, so she can dance anything from a graceful waltz to a less-than-innocent bachata.
+ languages; she finds communication very important and knowing different languages allows communication with more people. she currenly knows English, French, Russian, and Serbo-Croatian. her parents taught her French and English, she learned the other two through language classes.
+ gambling; she loves playing card games and placing bets but she is such a sore loser.
dislikes:
- dogs; when she was little, she wandered into the wrong neighborhood and got attacked by a dog. she doesn't really blame the dog- it had just escaped from two abusive owners- but she still gets nervous around dogs.
- fish; penelope hates the smell, the texture, the taste. she absolutely refuses to eat fish.
- playing quidditch; she's absolutely horrible at quidditch. she's a good flyer, but she can't do any or the catching or throwing and her eyesight's not good enough to be a seeker. she loves watching, though. she has a great deal of house pride.
- cigarettes; she hates the smoke, she hates the smell, she hates the effects.
- the idea of blood purity; she's always found it preposterous and baseless. she can't understand how anyone could believe that nonsense spouted by the dark lord.
zodiac
Virgo.
theme song
Lose It by Oh Wonder
voice claim
Elena Tonra
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History:
Penelope was born into a small time wand making family. Her parents were Eileen Hottle and Marcus Hottle. As a child, she learned a lot about wands and wandlore and everything of that sort. She knew every type of wood by the time she was seven. She helped her parents with wandmaking and, as their only child, was raised under the impression that she would be continuing the tradition of being a wandmaker. During her childhood, she never really ran into muggles because her family lived in a small wizard community. A few times, when they went out, Penelope would see muggles and she was always incredibly curious and would ask her parents millions of questions about their behavior. They were just so peculiar. Her parents strongly disagreed with the pureblood claim that muggles were filth and muggleborns were just as bad. Muggles were just different and there was nothing wrong with that.
When the war came, she stayed at Hogwarts and did her best to defend it. Her parents fought as well. They all survived. However, during one battle, her mother was captured by a few of the lower ranked Death Eaters who thought that maybe she knew something about the elder wand. If she did and they got that information to the Dark Lord, they would be handsomely rewarded. Unfortunately, her mother knew nothing that they didn't already know. They tortured her and let her go when she was beyond use. Eileen Hottle survived physically, but not mentally. She has moments of clarity, but they are far and few. Usually, she's talking to walls or herself. The things she says don't make sense. Her hands shake too much to make wands. She rarely sleeps through the night, often waking up in a screaming fit. Penelope and her father don't want to put her in some home or the hospital. They do everything that they can to help Eileen; they've tried dozens of healers and therapists that don't help, they've tried even more prescriptions, both magical and muggle, that don't work, and they do everything around the house that they can to make her more comfortable.
RP Sample:
"Dad, where's Mum's prazosin?" Penelope called over her shoulder whilst shuffling through the medicine cabinet. Prazosin was the latest in a long line of medications they were trying. Its purpose was to keep her mother from having nightmares. So far, it wasn't that bad. Out of the last seven nights, her mother had slept through four. For the other three, two resulted in her screaming and waking up, and during one she had only screamed a couple times before calming down. It was better than nothing, but the fact that it wasn't perfect made her feel discouraged. Penelope picked up a couple bottles and squinted at the tiny prescriptions.Why were these labels all so tiny?! How in the world was she supposed to read them?! There were at least a dozen bottles in the cabinet. Really, she thought she could become a drug dealer at this rate- not that she planned to or anything, but she had the means. Finally, she picked up a little orange bottle that had gotten pushed to the back. In small, bold script it read P R A Z O S I N. "Nevermind, found it!"
Penelope carefully locked up the cabinet. She and her father were very careful to keep dangerous objects locked away; they didn't want her mother accidentally getting into them and hurting herself. Her mother wasn't suicidal, but they weren't taking any risks. The dark haired girl walked out of the bathroom and made her way to the living room, where she found her mother seated, having a passionate discussion with a house plant. The words were nonsense at this point, but her mother seemed rather upset with the plant. It hurt her to see her mother, a once eloquent and incredibly intelligent woman, reduced to this. Penelope's heart ached as she approached her mother. With a small, gentle voice, she spoke. "Mum, I've got your meds. It's nearly eleven, so you have to take them. We wouldn't want you to fall asleep without taking them. I think they've calmed you down a bit."
While she spoke, her eyes searched her mother's for any semblance of the woman she once knew, the woman who had raised her. There were some times when she could catch a glimmer of that, but, unfortunately, this was not one of those. She was met with glazed over eyes that didn't seem to pay attention to what she was saying. Her heart dropped a bit. She knew better than to expect her mother to come back, but she couldn't drop it. Every time she got her hopes up and nearly every time she was let down. She quickly accio'd a cup of water and muttered a grinding spell for the pill. After pouring the pill into the water, she handed it to her mother. Being her mother's caretaker wasn't something she minded- she would do absolutely anything for the woman who raised her. However, she would be leaving for Hogwarts soon and her father would be left alone to care for the woman and she worried about him; the whole thing took a toll on a person, both physically and mentally.
"Lake on the shore can't read open out of town," Eileen Hottle protested.
"You have to drink it, Mum. Cmon," Penelope encouraged, lifting the woman's hand a bit.
"Rules like flowers over time," her mother muttered before lifting the cup and drinking. When she saw her mother trying to set the glass down whilst it was still half full, Penelope gently lifted it back up and waited for her mother to reluctantly finish its contents.
"Let me get you to bed, Ma," the sixteen year old said, holding her hand out to her mother. She led the woman to her room and waited for her to get into bed. The pill generally made her fall asleep fairly quickly, so it was easiest to bring her to bed while she was still conscious rather than after she'd fallen asleep.
"Night Mum, love you."
"Love you."
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Aster
travelling satelite
{ Don't Trust: Keith Anderson }
- attracted to anything with legs
- will give u the bestworst nicknames whether u like it or not
- super touchy feely cause what's personal space???
- if he likes u, he'd play with your fingers. dont ask why, he just does
- ravenclaws hate him cause he gets eVERYONE IN TROUBLE ALL THE heCKIN TIME!!
- will always listen to your problems cause he nice
- actually looks hella good in glasses but he doesnt wear them enough to realize
- will prob do anything for butterbeer
- attracted to anything with legs
- will give u the best
- super touchy feely cause what's personal space???
- if he likes u, he'd play with your fingers. dont ask why, he just does
- ravenclaws hate him cause he gets eVERYONE IN TROUBLE ALL THE heCKIN TIME!!
- will always listen to your problems cause he nice
- actually looks hella good in glasses but he doesnt wear them enough to realize
- will prob do anything for butterbeer
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[SIZE= 10px]name mila rochelle sutherland.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]nickname mimi.[/SIZE]
age 16.
[SIZE= 10px]desired house gryffindor.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]wand 10 inches, ebony, with a unicorn tail hair core.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]gender cisfemale.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]orientation heterosexual.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]birthday august 29th.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]year fifth.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]one sentence a rabbit hearted girl who is a little lost right now but will flourish once again given the affection she yearns for..[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]password alohamora.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]theme rabbit heart (raise it up) - florence + the machine.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]height 5'5".[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]weight 120lb.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]coloring lightly tanned.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]ethnicity caucasian.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]distinguishable traits full lips.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]attire she wears her sleeves pushed up to reveal a silver charm bracelet on her left wrist, and eight silver bangles on her right wrist.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]quirks only chews her thumb nails, finds sewing clothes therapeutic (often offers to mend her friends' robes), hums when she's making potions and trying to concentrate.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]skills anything to do with brewing potions, hairdressing, gives great cuddles, time management.[/SIZE]
strengths [SIZE= 10px]very organised, excels in herboloy & potions, calm under pressure, flexible.[/SIZE]
weaknesses [SIZE= 10px]self doubt, struggles with transfiguration, can't let things go, doesn't know how to swim.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]virtues first and foremost, mila is kind hearted and means well; she doesn't seem to have a malicious bone in her body, even if she gets a little sarcastic sometimes. she is also rather passionate and loyal, she is a great friend and though she has never been in a relationship she'd probably be a great partner as well. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]vices everyone has negative traits and mila is no exception. self doubt is something that mila struggles with, particularly since the battle of hogwarts; her whole life she has felt like a mistake, never quite good enough because of her 'dirty blood'. she's also defensive at times, reverting sharply into sarcasm, which can make her come across as snappy. mila can also worry about the littlest things for much too long, 'what ifs' keep her awake all night and she can get really anxious if she thinks she's upset something, or if there's an upcoming test.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]boggart a cloaked figure wearing a death eater mask, sometimes raising a wand towards her.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]mirror of erised she would see herself and daniel in the great hall after the battle of hogwarts, together and alive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]likes potions class, plants, swans, cuddles, bubblegum, care of magical creatures class, people who play pranks & tell jokes, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]dislikes transfiguration class, spiders, serious people, pure blood supremacy, prejudice, needles, wearing stilettos, salads, people who can't forgive.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 10px]zodiac[/SIZE][SIZE= 10px] virgo.[/SIZE]
mila sutherland
bio here
brief bio anthony sutherland was a pureblood supremacist, born and bred. his own parents, despite not belonging to one of the 'sacred twenty eight', still considered themselves to be pure blooded and drilled their ideals into their son very early on. he went to hogwarts where he met danielle, a pretty ravenclaw who eventually became his wife. they had a son, marcus, who was their pride and joy.
despite supposedly loving her, anthony was never quite loyal to danielle. he met another woman (elena) hilst travelling europe for 'business', and while his wife and son say biding their time at home he and elena embarked on one impulsive night of drinking that eventually led them into bed together. this night was what led to mila's birth; elena, a veela living amongst muggles and striving to become a supermodel, didn't want to have a baby so early. she did everything she could to track anthony down and brought the baby to him, forcing him to take her in, pleading with him. in fact it was daniella who made the decision in the end, she had always yearned for a daughter and decided that perhaps baby mila could complete their family. they kept the child's 'dirty blood' a secret and raised her without problems.
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not long before the battle of hogwarts, mila and her father became very distant from one another. somehow it was discovered that she was a halfblood and her father, presumed to be a death eater at the time, was mocked relentlessly. they parted ways and only saw one another briefly during the battle, just before mila was cornered by another death eater and almost lost her life to him. currently she is staying with daniella, who never wholeheartedly agreed with her husband's views and never got involved in the dark arts. marcus fled the battle once it seemed voldemort was facing defeat and hasn't been seen since.
writing sample
"You filthy half-breed. Anthony wouldn't put you down himself so I guess I'll have to do it for him. Av--"
The words haunted her even when she slept. More so when she slept, even. The man's gravelly voice, rasping out his chilling threat, still made her flesh crawl. Even worse than his threat was what had followed, if she closed her eyes she could still see the raised wand just before it was blocked from her view, obscured by a figure that put themselves between the killing curse and Mila herself. She could hear herself cry out as the body crumpled to the ground, ignoring the previous threat as he was swept away into the battle. She could still feel the rough stone beneath her bare knees as she fell to the ground, eyes misted with tears as she slapped his face once, twice, then shook him frantically, trying to elicit a response. She could still smell his cologne, when she had buried her face into a chest that contained a heart that was no longer beating.
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Mila sat up in bed and squeezed her eyes shut tightly to stop herself from crying again. Clearing her threat, she allowed her eyes to flutter open and adjust to her dimly lit room-- there was a nightlight in the corner, she couldn't sleep in the dark, and that helped. Swinging her long legs over the side of her bed she padded to the window, and pushed open the glass to let the cold night air creep into her room, allow the rain to spatter onto her cheeks and mingle with her tears. So many nights now included this ritual, where she would wake up and have to take shaky breaths, remind herself that she was safe in her own bed, before she could return to a sleep that rarely offered a freedom. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] Christopher had been her friend, but he had never expected him to cast himself between her and a fatal curse. When the green light had flashed she had expected everything to go dark, and instead she was still very much alive, set to rebuild everything that had been lost along with the other survivors. School would be starting up again soon, so soon that her trunk was partially packed, open on the oak floor with a few garments strewn around the edges. A smile graced her lips when she noticed the mess, she had never been a tidy packer, she had never improved from her first year away at Hogwarts. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Ethereal in her pure white nightdress she gently closed the window and drifted back to her bed, wondering if perhaps time really would heal things as much as she had been told it could.[/COLOR]
The words haunted her even when she slept. More so when she slept, even. The man's gravelly voice, rasping out his chilling threat, still made her flesh crawl. Even worse than his threat was what had followed, if she closed her eyes she could still see the raised wand just before it was blocked from her view, obscured by a figure that put themselves between the killing curse and Mila herself. She could hear herself cry out as the body crumpled to the ground, ignoring the previous threat as he was swept away into the battle. She could still feel the rough stone beneath her bare knees as she fell to the ground, eyes misted with tears as she slapped his face once, twice, then shook him frantically, trying to elicit a response. She could still smell his cologne, when she had buried her face into a chest that contained a heart that was no longer beating.
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Mila sat up in bed and squeezed her eyes shut tightly to stop herself from crying again. Clearing her threat, she allowed her eyes to flutter open and adjust to her dimly lit room-- there was a nightlight in the corner, she couldn't sleep in the dark, and that helped. Swinging her long legs over the side of her bed she padded to the window, and pushed open the glass to let the cold night air creep into her room, allow the rain to spatter onto her cheeks and mingle with her tears. So many nights now included this ritual, where she would wake up and have to take shaky breaths, remind herself that she was safe in her own bed, before she could return to a sleep that rarely offered a freedom. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)] Christopher had been her friend, but he had never expected him to cast himself between her and a fatal curse. When the green light had flashed she had expected everything to go dark, and instead she was still very much alive, set to rebuild everything that had been lost along with the other survivors. School would be starting up again soon, so soon that her trunk was partially packed, open on the oak floor with a few garments strewn around the edges. A smile graced her lips when she noticed the mess, she had never been a tidy packer, she had never improved from her first year away at Hogwarts. [/COLOR]
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Ethereal in her pure white nightdress she gently closed the window and drifted back to her bed, wondering if perhaps time really would heal things as much as she had been told it could.[/COLOR]
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ArtisticVicu
Member
Name: Phyrun William Dalca
Nicknames: Run, Phyr (pronounced fire)
Age: 16
Desired House: While he is certain that he would end up in Gryffindor if he didn't out right end up in Slytherin, his desire was to be in Hufflepuff to be able to protect and keep an eye on his sister.
Wand: Cherry, dragon heartstring, 12 inches, reasonably springy
Gender: male
Orientation: homosexual
Birthday: August 5th
Year: 6th Year
"Even those that appear closed off have the largest of hearts.”
Password: alohomora
Appearance
Height: 170cm ~ 5' 7"
Weight: 60kg ~ 132lb
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Face Claim: Logan Lerman
Persona
Quirks: He is left handed and tends to tap the tip of his writing utensil either on the edge of the writing surface or on the corner of whatever he’s writing on. He has a nervous habit of running his fingers through his bangs to grip them. This only causes them to become disheveled even more.
Skills: He is most adapt for anything that deals with logic, which means he’s a great people person and can easily navigate his way through fancy parties and the conversations that ensue. He is also a skilled artist which he uses in his notebooks full of findings and thoughts on a large number of subjects, all magical. He is able to maintain a friendly, personable appearance even with how calculating he is.
Weaknesses: He can get very focused on his work, especially if it’s pertaining to his notebook. His father started calling them his research journals when he reached a total of five completely filled out. Place a book in front of him and he’s gone for hours just sitting and reading. Same for any instance to learn something new.
Virtues: He is highly intelligent with a large heart, though he doesn’t show the latter very often. He believes in standing up for his fellows while maintaining a sort of decorum about it. No matter where his interests lay, his family is important to him and their standing in the world.
Vices: He is highly intelligent almost to the point of genius and relies heavily on logic and the weighing of pros and cons to make decisions. This would normally put his need to protect his family and his own advancement in the world at war from time to time but, as his way, he takes them both into account and does nothing unless he is assured that neither his family or his self will be effected negatively. His little sister, though, causes a break in his logic from time to time that he does not understand completely. Emotions are not something he deals with often and generally fakes to get what he wants or to place himself in a specific standing with another.
Boggart: His sister dead at his own hand.
Mirror of Erised: His mom’s approval and pride in what he had done.
Trivia
Likes: Expanding his knowledge and his notebook, the smell of a library, a grassy field on a mild, slightly cloudy day, vanilla ice cream because it goes well with chocolate cake, and his sister. Always his sister.
Dislikes: Being interrupted while he’s working by anyone with a lesser intelligence (though he has gotten really good at hiding said annoyance), anyone who dares to pick on his sister, and the school system.
Zodiac: Leo
History
Phyun was born in Maidstone is the county town of Kent, England, to a pureblood mother and a halfblood father. The three of them lived happily in a wizarding community close to Maidstone till his sister was born just before he turned four. But, at the same time, his mother passed away. It took till his fourth birthday to fully grasp what had happened and, in turn, he had become very protective of his baby sister as well as gaining a thirst for knowledge. It was the turning point into becoming as highly intelligent as he is now, if not a bit emotionally detached from it all. When they moved to Italy a year later due to his dad’s work, they had moved to a wizarding community close enough to Muggle dwellings that Phyrun’s dad could keep him and his sister in both the Muggle and Magical worlds. Though he married a pureblood witch and had a pureblood father himself, Phyrun’s dad had taken to his mother’s world, the Muggle world, though he never stopped teaching his children about magic.
Phyrun preferred the magical world, though he kept his preference to himself when he realized it. His dad seemed happy in the Muggle world and he didn’t want to ruin that, no matter how detached he was becoming with the world around him.
When he was ten, they moved back to England but, instead of returning to Maidstone, they moved to the heart of London. It was here he got his letter to Hogwarts. While he was at Hogwarts, his dad and sister 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 Phyrun – and now his sister – returns to for the holidays.
RP Sample
The house was quiet as was proper for being almost midnight. Outside, the summer air was cool, a soft breeze pushing what few clouds remained in the sky away. Phyrun glanced up from the current notebook where he was working out a new spell to glance at the nearby clock. There was a mild, mental debate on whether or not he should continue and it was quickly put to rest with the thought of losing the information he had in his mind. He turned his focus back to his notebook only to still his pen.
A soft smile graced his lips as he turned his head towards the door.
Try as she might, Rachel was never the ninja when it came to sneaking out. She had yet to learn the art and, yet, Phyrun was glad that she still hadn’t. Standing, he slipped on his shoes and made his way to the kitchen, being the ninja his sister couldn’t be.
He expertly avoided each squeaky floor plank and noisy spot. He came to a stop a few meters behind his sister and watched, waiting. He took note of how careful she was being, of how patient she was as she carefully turned the handle as she was braced against the door. He watched as she pulled the door slowly open, freezing when the door gave a faint squeak that he was sure would have never made it up the stairs. He fought the grin trying to spread across his face as she relaxed. He took the opportunity before him without hesitating.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he teased, his voice pitched low in the quiet kitchen so as not to reach their father.
He nearly gave a bark of a laugh as she jumped, letting out the most adorable squeak before spinning to face him with a glare that appeared more like a pout to him. “I wanted to look at the stars,” she challenged, the door still ajar in her hand.
He quirked an eyebrow at her, knowing that was a lie. He let the smirk pull at his lips as he pointed out, “You wanted to see those flowers again.”
In all honesty, he could not blame her. Even he was itching to see the plants again but had heeded their father’s words to not go outside at night without letting the man know first, especially if they were going beyond the yard. Still…
He tipped his head so that his ear was better angled to hear any noise coming from upstairs. There was the faintest sound of snoring which meant that their father was out for the count for at least an hour. He crossed the kitchen and placed a hand on his sister’s shoulder, realizing belatedly he should have done that earlier. It looked like she had been working her way into a fit. Her wide eyes snapped to his, hers a darker shade of green than his own. He leaned forward, cupping a hand to the side of his mouth as he offered, “I want to see them too.”
It had the desired effect. She beamed up at him as he pulled away, reaching for the door and pulling it open fully. He watched her long enough to make sure she was putting her shoes on before stepping out into the yard and starting for the opposite side. She joined him before he could cross the yard line into the lands beyond their home.
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May the Dread Wolf take you.
[SIZE= 12px]"Don’t think because Aivree is small that she can’t kick your ass into oblivion."[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 10px]Heterosexual | F | 17 ½ | Scorpio | 6th year | Nov 19 | chestnut wood want with dragon heartstring core | 7th year[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 26px]Aivree Lanzone[/SIZE]
" Speak wisely otherwise you will get a good old fashion fist in the face. "
Appearance
Blessed with delicate features, plump lips and large blue/hazel eyes Aivree was a candidate for being a pretty dainty women. Unlucky for her, that all fails the moment she opens her mouth to spew something vial, and sometimes inappropriate at times. Being more of a tomboy than anything else she stands to hate dressing pretty, doing her make up to the extent as some people and overall caring to much what people think about her outwardly appearance. When not wearing the uniform she can be found in lazy jeans and a sweater with a scarf wrapped around her neck and a hat on her head. Thus the choice of her hairstyle, a short pixie cut matched her chestnut hair and would grant the easy keep that she loved.
Standing a whopping 5’5 and weighing roughly 117’’, Aivree is not a large or tall person. Everything about her is tiny. While her resting facial expression is grouchy pout her smile can light up the room and she laughs rather quietly unless she is mocking you. Then it’s both loud and obnoxious.
Standing a whopping 5’5 and weighing roughly 117’’, Aivree is not a large or tall person. Everything about her is tiny. While her resting facial expression is grouchy pout her smile can light up the room and she laughs rather quietly unless she is mocking you. Then it’s both loud and obnoxious.
Distinguishable traits
One small scar on her right eyebrow as well as a scar just on the bottom of her lip.
On the back of her neck and right wrist there can be found small designs she has gotten while in the muggle world.
Persona
virtues
Good heart—While she may come off as a hardass, someone who is hard to talk too Aivree actually has a good heart and if you can get under her hard coating has a soft underside.
Loyal—Loyal to the very end. Once you have gained her trust, the few friends she has she will kill for if she desperately had too.
Smart—While she may not act like it, Aivree is pretty bright she just doesn’t have the dedication like other students do.
vices
- Gets irritated easily when people don’t let her finish what she has started.
- Makes snap decisions and usually regrets them afterword’s; doesn’t think before she says something.
- Can be brutally honest at times but never about her own feelings.
- A bit of a loner, likes to be off doing her own thing then in a large group of people.
Boggart-Driving people away because she wasn’t honest about her own feelings, large crowds; public speaking.
Mirror of Erised –Seeing herself studying dragons and other rare and dangerous creatures; meeting her idol Newt Scamander; meeting her father.
skills
Talented in transfiguration, potions, herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. While her studying skills lack, she has a photographic memory that aids in her passing most test even when she has not studied for them.
Ability to draw creatures and keep notes and tabs on creatures and feelings she has. Ever since she was little she has had one hell of an imagination. On her person at all times you will find a journal that she has enchanted to never run out of paper or pages. She has been using the same book for the past 10 years.
weaknesses
An obvious temper; when talked down too or made a fool of Aivree will result to violence. She has been known to punch throw a spell or two that was better off not having been thrown. While she has gotten much better over the years it has gotten her into some terrible places. This also goes for her foul language.
In her younger days she used to take things and hide them from other students. While normally it was out of good fun she had been known to keep for longer amounts of time then she should have. After getting caught she stopped and has been better since.
Aviree is not a gifted athlete. She can fly but not at all like people in her year, she never wanted to peruse something along those lines. Instead she has worked on keeping herself fit but nothing more then that.
quirks
Mumbling under breath- When frustrated or unable to solve something she will mumble to herself, trying to figure out the problem she has found herself in.
Doodles on her hands with permanent markers from the muggle world, normally the pen just vanishes after a few washes.
When irritated, she crosses her arms over her chest and utters whatever swear word she can into the sentence even if it makes no sense at the time.
Isn’t very good around people, would much rather be around something that could purposely bite her head off. Is completely herself around the animals of the world and if you see her around a cat dog or something purely spectacular you will see a completely different Aivree.
Trivia
likes
-All manners of creatures but particularly the dragon (all the different types)
-Winter; snow falling from the peaceful sky while drinking a cup of hot chocolate
-Drawing in her journal
-Going on adventures in Hogwarts, wandering around and finding little nooks and crannies in the castle.
-Her spinx cat named Fluff; makes little sweaters for him to stay warm in the winter.
dislikes
-Extreme heat
-Most hard candy, more of a chocolate girl
-People in general
-Tall, smug people
History
Aivree grew up knowing she wasn’t ever wanted. A mistake that should have ben obliverated from the very moment it happened.
To make it simple, Aivree’s mother became pregnant with Aivree one drunken, happy summer spent with a muggle man who was traveling around Europe. They fell head over heels for one another but drifted after the summer left. He left never to be heard from again. Some say he was killed; but Aivree has never gotten the full story from her Grandparents.
With the news of pregnancy, Aivree’s grandparents were outraged—so was her mother. She had her life ahead of her and having a child was not part of it. While it might have been cruel of her to think such a thing of her own child, she was hurt from losing the man she had loved and wanting to gain praise with her parents once more she gave her child up for adoption.
Aivree grew up in a small family of muggles. While they knew nothing of the magic world when Aivree became of age she showed signs of magic and being unable to control it. After her first fit of rage induced magic—after being bullied for her small stature, she used her magic to throw the bully up in the air, tossing and shaking him like a possessed ragdoll.
Her muggle parents were terrified by the child’s power, thinking she had been possessed by a demon. After many attempts to make her ‘normal’ Aivree felt more like an outsider than ever before. Her adoptive parents tried their best to love her but it grew harder and harder to deal with the real world. Instead she found herself turning to books, and animals that she collected. Talking an caring for them.
At the age of 11, she got her acceptance into Hogwarts and while her parents were not up to it at the time they found it was the best thing for her to be around people like her. She found her love for magical creatures the first year and hoped to be able to travel the world and see all the types of dragons she could ever find.
After two years Aivree pushed her thoughts into the world her real parents finding where they lived and confronted them about what happened. While they were not hospitable and refused to talk with her the knowledge she found of her past was all from books and word of mouth.
Aivree would be lying if she didn’t wish to be able to make her mother proud, but she knew that would never happen.
Aivree fought in the battle of Hogwarts. She remembered the turmoil, the death the screams. It’s a part of her memory that she has pushed into the back of her mind and rarely visits and refuses to talk about. Seeing classmates die before your eyes, the scars on her face was from a battle with a death eater that mocked her for her muggle blood claiming to know her mother—saying her mother was there fighting the very existence of Harry Potter.
Her mother died in that battle, knowledge that many do not know to this day.
To make it simple, Aivree’s mother became pregnant with Aivree one drunken, happy summer spent with a muggle man who was traveling around Europe. They fell head over heels for one another but drifted after the summer left. He left never to be heard from again. Some say he was killed; but Aivree has never gotten the full story from her Grandparents.
With the news of pregnancy, Aivree’s grandparents were outraged—so was her mother. She had her life ahead of her and having a child was not part of it. While it might have been cruel of her to think such a thing of her own child, she was hurt from losing the man she had loved and wanting to gain praise with her parents once more she gave her child up for adoption.
Aivree grew up in a small family of muggles. While they knew nothing of the magic world when Aivree became of age she showed signs of magic and being unable to control it. After her first fit of rage induced magic—after being bullied for her small stature, she used her magic to throw the bully up in the air, tossing and shaking him like a possessed ragdoll.
Her muggle parents were terrified by the child’s power, thinking she had been possessed by a demon. After many attempts to make her ‘normal’ Aivree felt more like an outsider than ever before. Her adoptive parents tried their best to love her but it grew harder and harder to deal with the real world. Instead she found herself turning to books, and animals that she collected. Talking an caring for them.
At the age of 11, she got her acceptance into Hogwarts and while her parents were not up to it at the time they found it was the best thing for her to be around people like her. She found her love for magical creatures the first year and hoped to be able to travel the world and see all the types of dragons she could ever find.
After two years Aivree pushed her thoughts into the world her real parents finding where they lived and confronted them about what happened. While they were not hospitable and refused to talk with her the knowledge she found of her past was all from books and word of mouth.
Aivree would be lying if she didn’t wish to be able to make her mother proud, but she knew that would never happen.
Aivree fought in the battle of Hogwarts. She remembered the turmoil, the death the screams. It’s a part of her memory that she has pushed into the back of her mind and rarely visits and refuses to talk about. Seeing classmates die before your eyes, the scars on her face was from a battle with a death eater that mocked her for her muggle blood claiming to know her mother—saying her mother was there fighting the very existence of Harry Potter.
Her mother died in that battle, knowledge that many do not know to this day.
RP sample
Aivree leaned against the window frame of the small house located on the outskirts of London, watching as the rain started to fall from the sky. It started slow, pelting the ground softly, the sound barely a whisper before it gradually picked up pace and the orchestra of the water hitting the earth below was the music that Aivree needed to hear that fall morning.
A drop touched her nose, then another before it caused her to sit back and close her window to shield her trunk from the rain that started to fall. The wind picked up causing the trees to bend artistically too and fro. An intricate dance that only the wind could create. While watching the rain Aivree took out her small leather back journal and quickly sketched the dance the tree’s created in her book watching them move and involving them in her work on her page to the best of her abilities.
A sudden paw begged to be pet though petting her hand in a demanding way, a pitiful squeak of a meow barely whispered drawing her gaze towards the cat with yellow eyes to stare back rubbing his head against her hand.
“Oh come on Fluff, I’m busy. Can’t you see this will be the last time we see this scene for a few months.” Aivree spoke only earning another demanding meow. After a deep sigh Aivree finally put her book down bringing the hairless cat onto her lap and petting him lovingly. He had a purple sweater that she had created on to keep him warm in the colder months to come. On it was written, ‘I bite.’ In big, bold black letters. Fluff was his name, yet he was a grumpy 5 year old Sphinx cat that no one wanted because of his ugly appearance. The name ‘Fluff’ came when, the 11 year old found the cat and thought it would be funny to be ironic. Not many people thought so when she went to school with him though.
Well, Aivree went ‘Fuck that’ and got him cheap when she as nothing but a first year at Hogwarts. They grew a love hate relationship that normally had Aivree talking to him more than anyone else in the school or at home. Some days she wished he could talk back though. Specially lonely days, but it didn’t matter she had Fluff.
And that was all she needed most of the time.
A sudden honk of a car horn brought the pets to a stop and a call echoed from the downstairs. “Aiv we got to go if you want to catch your train!” Her adopted mother yelled.
“Coming!” Aivree yelled back standing to her feet, after going through one more time the list in her head she grabbed her trunk, her wand and anything else she forgot before headed down to do her last year at Hogwarts. It was a day she both was excited for and dreaded.
“Make sure to bite a First year on the train alright?” Aivree grinned down t Fluff who meowed back jumping onto her shoulder affectionately. The year could very well be a good one.
A drop touched her nose, then another before it caused her to sit back and close her window to shield her trunk from the rain that started to fall. The wind picked up causing the trees to bend artistically too and fro. An intricate dance that only the wind could create. While watching the rain Aivree took out her small leather back journal and quickly sketched the dance the tree’s created in her book watching them move and involving them in her work on her page to the best of her abilities.
A sudden paw begged to be pet though petting her hand in a demanding way, a pitiful squeak of a meow barely whispered drawing her gaze towards the cat with yellow eyes to stare back rubbing his head against her hand.
“Oh come on Fluff, I’m busy. Can’t you see this will be the last time we see this scene for a few months.” Aivree spoke only earning another demanding meow. After a deep sigh Aivree finally put her book down bringing the hairless cat onto her lap and petting him lovingly. He had a purple sweater that she had created on to keep him warm in the colder months to come. On it was written, ‘I bite.’ In big, bold black letters. Fluff was his name, yet he was a grumpy 5 year old Sphinx cat that no one wanted because of his ugly appearance. The name ‘Fluff’ came when, the 11 year old found the cat and thought it would be funny to be ironic. Not many people thought so when she went to school with him though.
Well, Aivree went ‘Fuck that’ and got him cheap when she as nothing but a first year at Hogwarts. They grew a love hate relationship that normally had Aivree talking to him more than anyone else in the school or at home. Some days she wished he could talk back though. Specially lonely days, but it didn’t matter she had Fluff.
And that was all she needed most of the time.
A sudden honk of a car horn brought the pets to a stop and a call echoed from the downstairs. “Aiv we got to go if you want to catch your train!” Her adopted mother yelled.
“Coming!” Aivree yelled back standing to her feet, after going through one more time the list in her head she grabbed her trunk, her wand and anything else she forgot before headed down to do her last year at Hogwarts. It was a day she both was excited for and dreaded.
“Make sure to bite a First year on the train alright?” Aivree grinned down t Fluff who meowed back jumping onto her shoulder affectionately. The year could very well be a good one.
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He's notable for his thick mass of dark brown hair, usually styled up into a carefree wave and peachy complexion which sunburns easily. His uniform remains untouched although he's usually found wearing a vest a size bigger and his tie loosened. His white button up is rarely fully buttoned but tight fitting clothes are a rare spectacle on the Gryffindor male. (When he does wear such, it garners the attention his already large ego does not need).
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friendly: keith can befriend literally anyone and everyone, he's stubborn and doesn't know personal boundaries, even if u try to push him away he'd bounce back up like a spring, you'll save more time letting him win
daring: a reckless soul with more courage than brains, most likely to bungee-jump if given the chance, he loves putting himself in thrilling scenarios even if it means it might get him killed. A trait which speaks volumes on his measure of self care.
ambitious: he doesn't speak of his aspirations much so not many ppl know this about him, but he secretly has high aims for himself despite being a lousy student
trouble-maker: the one who gets you in trouble and occasionally with some luck, out.
proud: acts like he's owns the place and to some extent, he does.
procrastinator: that one person who does group assignments at the last min or doesn't do it at all, ravenclaws loathe working with him
secretive: keith can hold things to the grave. while this trait may be a pro to some, it is a con for those who care for him. the male is rarely known to open up his true feelings and prefers to show the world his carefully crafted mask, not because he wants to, but because he doesn't believe there would be anyone who can handle how dark and twisted he truly is.
compulsive liar
atheletic: physically well-rounded and can prob kick ur ass without a wand
great flyer: born to fly, extremely mobile on his broom, hence his position in quidditch
flexible: adapts to situations quicker than others
social: knows almost everyone in Hogwarts and makes an effort that everyone knows him as well
- will nvr tell u when he's deeply troubled
- academically a C+ student cause he's lazy and barely scrapes by classes
- extremely stubborn and even more so possessive
-he'd never let himself have smth he really wants cause he knows that once he gets it, he'll nvr let it go.
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- slings his arm around ppl a lot
- tugs his ear when he's uncomfortable
- makes up spells all the time
- gives ppl theworst best nicknames, it's terrible because it catches on quick
flying; he's born to fly
piercings; he had a side nose piercing which he took out
glory; yes worship him. praise him. he loves it.
- ppl knowing too much about him / acting like they know him
- homework; ew
- detention; he gets it a lot & normally it doesnt bug him but it eats into his quidditch practices, he's also the cause of Gryffindor losing so many house points
mirror of erised: his legacy passed down by generation to generation
boggart: worms sprouting out from his body, causing excruciating pain as it does - can't verify if this is true
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The history of Keith Anderson is not one many ventures into nor cares to ask about. Being tight-lipped on the subject, very few knows his origins and even then, it's only a half truth. Word on the street goes that the brunet is a half-blood born with one magical parent and a muggle father. Occasionally he mentions the existence of 2 siblings but only one has been verified as Jayden Anderson, who dismisses the existence of his older brother. For reasons yet to be known, the hostility is evident but Keith continues to dance around the problem until there comes a time for him to face the music.
His father lives in the muggle world with his new wife and daughter. Liam Anderson is someone Keith describes as a husk of who he once was. He no longer recognizes the man as his father and his feelings towards him is often forlorn or nostalgic. Apart of him resents his father for leaving him and his brother for a new muggle-filled life but that feeling of betrayal comes with bitter understanding. He's happy for his father but also sad, now only watching as a bystander in his stepsister's life.
His mother is not someone he's ever talked about and he fears her as much as he hates her. It is because of her, Keith did nothing to stop the divorce, hoping to instead be taken in by his father. His mother had other plans for him and who was he to deny her?
Of course, things weren't always this broken. There was once a time where his parents were revered and respected for their accomplishments in the magic community; where Keith and Jayden played together as brothers should and they loved their parents like all other children. Those times are in the distant past, buried under memories of separation, loss and the constant move for more. Perhaps this is why Keith is who he is today.
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1998 was a difficult time for the students of Hogwarts. On March 2nd, 1998, the famous Battle of Hogwarts had taken place, marking itself in history's pages. Whether or not the epic battle stories were true was something Keith would never know. Despite being a student in Hogwarts most his life, he hadn't been present at the Battle nor the period where death eaters occupied the school.
Call it luck or "coincidence" but the young male had been away from school during that whole year. Where he went was something he never fully disclosed. Most people believed he was there. It would be surprising to hear that someone as charismatic and reckless as Keith himself to be absent. Few knew the truth and the Gryffindor male had intended to keep things that way.
They didn't need to know. The truth was as ugly as the liar who hides his bared fangs. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentscyan"] [div class=textblock] [div class=number]01[/div] [div class=postbg] [div class=subtitle]Penny [div class=smalltext]Penelope Hottle[/div] [/div] "If you have problems with your wand, it's probably best to find Penny. She's the best with wand stuff."
Keith sees Penelope as a friend and the fact that he gave her a nickname is proof of so. He loves how she's very open and chatty like he is. The fact that she's good friends with his lil sis hailey is a bonus. He also loves how she cheers for him in quidditch. that shit just ruffles his feathers in all the right ways (my son loves being praised and acknowledged." Penny is def someone Keith drags into his adventures.
Keith prob knew of penny before he met her. he bought his wand at her family's shop instead of Ollivanders. They mentioned her name to him a couple times but didnt realize that pen was their daughter until after they became friends. [/div] [/div] [div class=textblock] [div class=number]02[/div] [div class=postbg] [div class=subtitle]Tiny Thunderfists [div class=smalltext]Aivree Lanzone[/div] [/div] "She's small but damn she can pack a punch."
surprisingly they're be close buds, besties even. maybe. keith prob met aivree when he was trying to ditch detention and ended up finding her when shes tucked somewhere on campus, drawing. he sees her art and is pret much just !!!!! "merlin be damn, can u draw me too" and shit just started off from there.
it's easier for them to bond since they're in the same house so aiv is stuck seeing keith a lot. for extra rs dev, my dumb son prob pushed his luck once and pissed aiv off. he prob got punched in the face for it and ended up with a black eye for days. since then he's learned to never, ever to piss off aivree lanzone.
*both of them have troubles being honest with their feelings [/div] [/div] [div class=textblock] [div class=number]03[/div] [div class=postbg] [div class=subtitle]Buttmond [div class=smalltext]THE PRICK THAT NEEDS A REALITY CHECK[/div] [/div] "If he fell down and died in a ditch I would just laugh."
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KEITH ANDERSON
Male | 16 | Pansexual | 6th Year | Gemini | June 5th | Gryffindor's Chaser
Yew Wood Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
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Standing at a height of 5'10, weighing 60 kg is Keith Anderson; Gryffindor's known troublemaker who's taunting grins provokes the foolish and the glint of mischief never absent from bright eyes the color of viridian and hazel. He walks and carries himself with a confident stagger, almost always semi-hunched over a his friends, arm slung and laughing. Male | 16 | Pansexual | 6th Year | Gemini | June 5th | Gryffindor's Chaser
Yew Wood Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
He's notable for his thick mass of dark brown hair, usually styled up into a carefree wave and peachy complexion which sunburns easily. His uniform remains untouched although he's usually found wearing a vest a size bigger and his tie loosened. His white button up is rarely fully buttoned but tight fitting clothes are a rare spectacle on the Gryffindor male. (When he does wear such, it garners the attention his already large ego does not need).
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friendly: keith can befriend literally anyone and everyone, he's stubborn and doesn't know personal boundaries, even if u try to push him away he'd bounce back up like a spring, you'll save more time letting him win
daring: a reckless soul with more courage than brains, most likely to bungee-jump if given the chance, he loves putting himself in thrilling scenarios even if it means it might get him killed. A trait which speaks volumes on his measure of self care.
ambitious: he doesn't speak of his aspirations much so not many ppl know this about him, but he secretly has high aims for himself despite being a lousy student
vices
trouble-maker: the one who gets you in trouble and occasionally with some luck, out.
proud: acts like he's owns the place and to some extent, he does.
procrastinator: that one person who does group assignments at the last min or doesn't do it at all, ravenclaws loathe working with him
secretive: keith can hold things to the grave. while this trait may be a pro to some, it is a con for those who care for him. the male is rarely known to open up his true feelings and prefers to show the world his carefully crafted mask, not because he wants to, but because he doesn't believe there would be anyone who can handle how dark and twisted he truly is.
skills
atheletic: physically well-rounded and can prob kick ur ass without a wand
great flyer: born to fly, extremely mobile on his broom, hence his position in quidditch
flexible: adapts to situations quicker than others
social: knows almost everyone in Hogwarts and makes an effort that everyone knows him as well
weaknesses
- will nvr tell u when he's deeply troubled
- academically a C+ student cause he's lazy and barely scrapes by classes
- extremely stubborn and even more so possessive
-
quirks
- slings his arm around ppl a lot
- tugs his ear when he's uncomfortable
- makes up spells all the time
- gives ppl the
likes
flying; he's born to fly
piercings; he had a side nose piercing which he took out
glory; yes worship him. praise him. he loves it.
dislikes
- ppl knowing too much about him / acting like they know him
- homework; ew
- detention; he gets it a lot & normally it doesnt bug him but it eats into his quidditch practices, he's also the cause of Gryffindor losing so many house points
mirror of erised: his legacy passed down by generation to generation
boggart: worms sprouting out from his body, causing excruciating pain as it does - can't verify if this is true
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The history of Keith Anderson is not one many ventures into nor cares to ask about. Being tight-lipped on the subject, very few knows his origins and even then, it's only a half truth. Word on the street goes that the brunet is a half-blood born with one magical parent and a muggle father. Occasionally he mentions the existence of 2 siblings but only one has been verified as Jayden Anderson, who dismisses the existence of his older brother. For reasons yet to be known, the hostility is evident but Keith continues to dance around the problem until there comes a time for him to face the music.His father lives in the muggle world with his new wife and daughter. Liam Anderson is someone Keith describes as a husk of who he once was. He no longer recognizes the man as his father and his feelings towards him is often forlorn or nostalgic. Apart of him resents his father for leaving him and his brother for a new muggle-filled life but that feeling of betrayal comes with bitter understanding. He's happy for his father but also sad, now only watching as a bystander in his stepsister's life.
His mother is not someone he's ever talked about and he fears her as much as he hates her. It is because of her, Keith did nothing to stop the divorce, hoping to instead be taken in by his father. His mother had other plans for him and who was he to deny her?
Of course, things weren't always this broken. There was once a time where his parents were revered and respected for their accomplishments in the magic community; where Keith and Jayden played together as brothers should and they loved their parents like all other children. Those times are in the distant past, buried under memories of separation, loss and the constant move for more. Perhaps this is why Keith is who he is today.
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1998 was a difficult time for the students of Hogwarts. On March 2nd, 1998, the famous Battle of Hogwarts had taken place, marking itself in history's pages. Whether or not the epic battle stories were true was something Keith would never know. Despite being a student in Hogwarts most his life, he hadn't been present at the Battle nor the period where death eaters occupied the school.Call it luck or "coincidence" but the young male had been away from school during that whole year. Where he went was something he never fully disclosed. Most people believed he was there. It would be surprising to hear that someone as charismatic and reckless as Keith himself to be absent. Few knew the truth and the Gryffindor male had intended to keep things that way.
They didn't need to know. The truth was as ugly as the liar who hides his bared fangs. [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentscyan"] [div class=textblock] [div class=number]01[/div] [div class=postbg] [div class=subtitle]Penny [div class=smalltext]Penelope Hottle[/div] [/div] "If you have problems with your wand, it's probably best to find Penny. She's the best with wand stuff."
Keith sees Penelope as a friend and the fact that he gave her a nickname is proof of so. He loves how she's very open and chatty like he is. The fact that she's good friends with his lil sis hailey is a bonus. He also loves how she cheers for him in quidditch. that shit just ruffles his feathers in all the right ways (my son loves being praised and acknowledged." Penny is def someone Keith drags into his adventures.
Keith prob knew of penny before he met her. he bought his wand at her family's shop instead of Ollivanders. They mentioned her name to him a couple times but didnt realize that pen was their daughter until after they became friends. [/div] [/div] [div class=textblock] [div class=number]02[/div] [div class=postbg] [div class=subtitle]Tiny Thunderfists [div class=smalltext]Aivree Lanzone[/div] [/div] "She's small but damn she can pack a punch."
surprisingly they're be close buds, besties even. maybe. keith prob met aivree when he was trying to ditch detention and ended up finding her when shes tucked somewhere on campus, drawing. he sees her art and is pret much just !!!!! "merlin be damn, can u draw me too" and shit just started off from there.
it's easier for them to bond since they're in the same house so aiv is stuck seeing keith a lot. for extra rs dev, my dumb son prob pushed his luck once and pissed aiv off. he prob got punched in the face for it and ended up with a black eye for days. since then he's learned to never, ever to piss off aivree lanzone.
*both of them have troubles being honest with their feelings [/div] [/div] [div class=textblock] [div class=number]03[/div] [div class=postbg] [div class=subtitle]Buttmond [div class=smalltext]THE PRICK THAT NEEDS A REALITY CHECK[/div] [/div] "If he fell down and died in a ditch I would just laugh."
Keith's worst enemy because he's a pureblood bigot.
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Lady of the Hoppy Flop Doggos
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Name: Elliot Shepard
Nickname: Eli, Shep.
Age: 16
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: 13" Alder wood with Unicorn Hair, Unyielding.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Birthday: 17th October
Year: 6th year
"What do you mean you don't like hugs?"
Appearance:
Height: 177cm
Weight: 85kg
Coloring: Olive/tanned skin
Ethnicity: Mixed; Brazilian caucasian
Attire: A leather bracelet with a badger clasp.
Persona: Elliot is one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. Easy going and cheerful, he's always got a bright smile on his face and laughs often. He used to be really shy and timid when he was younger and was often picked on by older students, especially the Slytherins. Eventually he learned to stand up for himself and no longer shies away from conflict like he used to. Though he always tries to resolve it peacefully, he's not afraid to stand his ground and speak up for himself or someone else. It helps that he's had a significant growth spurt in the past couple years and buffed up considerably, no longer the short chubby boy he used to be. In his mind he doesn't think he's changed all that much and even with his new found confidence, he still retains a bit of that shyness inside. It shows in his hesitance to share his ideas, often just going along with what someone else says, and that he rarely talks about himself. With close friends or with smaller groups he's a little more open, but for all that he's a private person. He didn't tell any of his friends that his father was dying, only mentioning the funeral when they asked where he disappeared to in the middle of the year.
Elliot puts a lot of effort into all his relationships. He's the type that remembers everyone and their brother's birthdays, their favourite colour, that thing you mentioned you liked once and any other million little odd quirks and details that might have passed by someone else. Though strangely he can't remember anything from History of Magic or Merlin forbid, Ancient Runes class. Always willing to help out, even if it means sitting you down and telling you that you're straight up being a bit of a bitch is something bothering you. He's a gentle person (outside the Quidditch field that is) and never resorts to violence if he can help it. But if you threaten his friends and family then you're in trouble. He's extremely protective and will do anything to keep his loved ones safe. He has a pretty simple outlook for the most part, he does things that make him happy and tries to make others happy.
Quirks: A lot of unnecessary head movement -his hair often flops/bounces about when he does this, snaps his fingers unconsciously, often messes with his own hair, pretty much always smiling, hugs often.
Skills: Hella good Quidditch beater, surprisingly good at doing non-verbal spells, Transfiguration, ambidextrous, fast reflexes.
Weaknesses: Reading more than ten pages makes him sleepy, food, terrible sense of direction, terrible handwriting with both hands, can't multitask.
Virtues: Extra friendly. Level headed- he rarely gets angry and never rises to any provocation/insults. Loyal. Upbeat and bubbly most of the time.
Vices: Doesn't think ahead or plan for the future. Has a hard time saying no. Often gets his kindness taken advantage off. Super gullible- the number of times he has fallen for pranks and been set up is way too high. Can be really dense and oblivious. Procrastination.
Boggart: His friends and family dead.
Mirror of erised: Sitting down for dinner with his loved ones. Though he has had pleasant dream of hitting bludgers at the Carrows.
Trivia:
Likes: Quidditch, hugs, food, animals. Actually liked Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.
Dislikes: Violence, puzzles, overthinking.
Zodiac: Libra
History: Elliot is an only child. His mother was from a pureblood family and led a highly interesting life. After her schooling finished, she cut ties with her blood supremacist family and traveled the world, having adventures. She had a short and brilliant career as an auror before being injured, taking up a desk job instead. She slowly started climbing the ranks, but it was around that time she met her husband, a muggle university lecturer. When she had Elliot she quit her by then high ranking job, deciding she would rather hang out with her son all day than all the idiots she dealt with on a daily basis. A choice she has never regretted. Elliot had a very happy childhood with two loving parents, however his father was found to have a terminal illness in his second year entering Hogwarts and eventually passed away a year later. He and his mother grew even closer after that although she started working in the Ministry once again to support them. Elliot was one of the students who rebelled under Snape's rule as headmaster, protecting his friends and constantly getting in the way of the Carrows and chose to stay and fight in the battle of Hogwarts.
*RP sample:
Name: Elliot Shepard
Nickname: Eli, Shep.
Age: 16
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: 13" Alder wood with Unicorn Hair, Unyielding.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Birthday: 17th October
Year: 6th year
"What do you mean you don't like hugs?"
Appearance:
Height: 177cm
Weight: 85kg
Coloring: Olive/tanned skin
Ethnicity: Mixed; Brazilian caucasian
Attire: A leather bracelet with a badger clasp.
Persona: Elliot is one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. Easy going and cheerful, he's always got a bright smile on his face and laughs often. He used to be really shy and timid when he was younger and was often picked on by older students, especially the Slytherins. Eventually he learned to stand up for himself and no longer shies away from conflict like he used to. Though he always tries to resolve it peacefully, he's not afraid to stand his ground and speak up for himself or someone else. It helps that he's had a significant growth spurt in the past couple years and buffed up considerably, no longer the short chubby boy he used to be. In his mind he doesn't think he's changed all that much and even with his new found confidence, he still retains a bit of that shyness inside. It shows in his hesitance to share his ideas, often just going along with what someone else says, and that he rarely talks about himself. With close friends or with smaller groups he's a little more open, but for all that he's a private person. He didn't tell any of his friends that his father was dying, only mentioning the funeral when they asked where he disappeared to in the middle of the year.
Elliot puts a lot of effort into all his relationships. He's the type that remembers everyone and their brother's birthdays, their favourite colour, that thing you mentioned you liked once and any other million little odd quirks and details that might have passed by someone else. Though strangely he can't remember anything from History of Magic or Merlin forbid, Ancient Runes class. Always willing to help out, even if it means sitting you down and telling you that you're straight up being a bit of a bitch is something bothering you. He's a gentle person (outside the Quidditch field that is) and never resorts to violence if he can help it. But if you threaten his friends and family then you're in trouble. He's extremely protective and will do anything to keep his loved ones safe. He has a pretty simple outlook for the most part, he does things that make him happy and tries to make others happy.
Quirks: A lot of unnecessary head movement -his hair often flops/bounces about when he does this, snaps his fingers unconsciously, often messes with his own hair, pretty much always smiling, hugs often.
Skills: Hella good Quidditch beater, surprisingly good at doing non-verbal spells, Transfiguration, ambidextrous, fast reflexes.
Weaknesses: Reading more than ten pages makes him sleepy, food, terrible sense of direction, terrible handwriting with both hands, can't multitask.
Virtues: Extra friendly. Level headed- he rarely gets angry and never rises to any provocation/insults. Loyal. Upbeat and bubbly most of the time.
Vices: Doesn't think ahead or plan for the future. Has a hard time saying no. Often gets his kindness taken advantage off. Super gullible- the number of times he has fallen for pranks and been set up is way too high. Can be really dense and oblivious. Procrastination.
Boggart: His friends and family dead.
Mirror of erised: Sitting down for dinner with his loved ones. Though he has had pleasant dream of hitting bludgers at the Carrows.
Trivia:
Likes: Quidditch, hugs, food, animals. Actually liked Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.
Dislikes: Violence, puzzles, overthinking.
Zodiac: Libra
History: Elliot is an only child. His mother was from a pureblood family and led a highly interesting life. After her schooling finished, she cut ties with her blood supremacist family and traveled the world, having adventures. She had a short and brilliant career as an auror before being injured, taking up a desk job instead. She slowly started climbing the ranks, but it was around that time she met her husband, a muggle university lecturer. When she had Elliot she quit her by then high ranking job, deciding she would rather hang out with her son all day than all the idiots she dealt with on a daily basis. A choice she has never regretted. Elliot had a very happy childhood with two loving parents, however his father was found to have a terminal illness in his second year entering Hogwarts and eventually passed away a year later. He and his mother grew even closer after that although she started working in the Ministry once again to support them. Elliot was one of the students who rebelled under Snape's rule as headmaster, protecting his friends and constantly getting in the way of the Carrows and chose to stay and fight in the battle of Hogwarts.
*RP sample:
It was August 30th, one of the last real days of summer in London. Only two days until Elliot left for Hogwarts to start his sixth year. A warm breeze drifted by, teasing at his hair. It had grown out a little longer than he usually let it over the summer, but he still hadn't gotten round to trimming it. As they entered the Leaky Cauldron, he remarked, "We probably shouldn't have left this so late. I could have come alone you know." His mother only laughed, bright eyes shining.
"But this is tradition," she protested, leading the way over to the back, waving at a couple of familiar faces. "I couldn't let you go by yourself. That would break our streak. Unless you think you're too old to be seen with your mother," a look of mock disappointment thrown over her shoulder as she started tapping the appropriate bricks.
"Nothing like that," he told her, amused and knowing she was only teasing. "But I think you should have stayed home to rest. You've only just recovered." The bricks started to turn and move, dust crumbling as the entrance to Diagon Alley opened up. She turned to face him as the magic did its work.
"You're a sweet boy, but I've had the whole summer to recover. Your mother may be old and ailing, but she still has some life in her." Elliot only sighed, but smiled all the same, offering his 'ailing' mother his arm, which she took. And together, they stepped into Diagon Alley. They had been politely debating about this trip on and off for the past few weeks. Though she insisted otherwise, he knew her old leg injury was acting up again, not to mention she had spent several months recuperating from the war. She was tough alright, but he didn't want her straining herself unnecessarily. Also he was worried she would stubbornly insist he wait for her and end up having not come at all if she didn't get better in time. Still, part of him was glad to have her here with him this time too. It felt nostalgic, he remembered coming here together six years ago with both of his parents to buy his wand. His owl.
They went their usual rounds, Gringotts first -his mother not missing the chance to regale him once again with the story of how she had been just a few streets down when Harry Potter had burst out the roof on a bloody great dragon. And honestly, the story never quite grew old- then Madam Malkin's for new robes -the last year at Hogwarts had been pretty rough- and onward to get potions ingredient, writing supplies and new books. With the sensible shopping out of the way, they moved on to the fun stuff.
"No way. Not unless you're planning to be a pro-Quidditch player." His mother shook her head, laughing at the pointed looks Elliot was shooting her from where he stood in front of the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"But it's glorious. Just look at it." Elliot pleaded, dragging his eyes away from the magnificent broom to his mother.
"You have a perfectly good broom already, Eli."
"So if I didn't have a perfectly good broom..."
"You do anything to that broom and you're playing your next school match on those wonky Cleansweep Sevens Hogwarts has."
"Dammit." Elliot cursed good-naturedly, turning back to the broom and admiring the sleek polished wood, the gold lettering. If only he could hold it... He tilted his head to admire it from a different angle.
"Your father flew once," his mother broke the silence absently.
"Really?" His head jerked up in surprise. "Dad did? When?"
"Your third year. You forgot your broom. He decided to try it out. With my help of course," she added with a grin. "Silly man nearly flew straight into a lake," she commented affectionate. "Even so he seemed to enjoy the experience." His third year. That was his last year. That dull ache started up again in his chest. It didn't hurt as much as it had when his dad first died, but it came back every once in a while. A sort of hollow feeling that wasn't quite sad, but never really pleasant. Just a little bit empty. It came up more and more the past year, whenever he thought about any of the friends he had lost.
"I guess I should try even harder at Quidditch then. Make him proud." he said softly, taking her hand. They were silent for a while. "I mean, he would have really wanted me to do well."
"I'm not buying you that broom."
"Damn."
"But this is tradition," she protested, leading the way over to the back, waving at a couple of familiar faces. "I couldn't let you go by yourself. That would break our streak. Unless you think you're too old to be seen with your mother," a look of mock disappointment thrown over her shoulder as she started tapping the appropriate bricks.
"Nothing like that," he told her, amused and knowing she was only teasing. "But I think you should have stayed home to rest. You've only just recovered." The bricks started to turn and move, dust crumbling as the entrance to Diagon Alley opened up. She turned to face him as the magic did its work.
"You're a sweet boy, but I've had the whole summer to recover. Your mother may be old and ailing, but she still has some life in her." Elliot only sighed, but smiled all the same, offering his 'ailing' mother his arm, which she took. And together, they stepped into Diagon Alley. They had been politely debating about this trip on and off for the past few weeks. Though she insisted otherwise, he knew her old leg injury was acting up again, not to mention she had spent several months recuperating from the war. She was tough alright, but he didn't want her straining herself unnecessarily. Also he was worried she would stubbornly insist he wait for her and end up having not come at all if she didn't get better in time. Still, part of him was glad to have her here with him this time too. It felt nostalgic, he remembered coming here together six years ago with both of his parents to buy his wand. His owl.
They went their usual rounds, Gringotts first -his mother not missing the chance to regale him once again with the story of how she had been just a few streets down when Harry Potter had burst out the roof on a bloody great dragon. And honestly, the story never quite grew old- then Madam Malkin's for new robes -the last year at Hogwarts had been pretty rough- and onward to get potions ingredient, writing supplies and new books. With the sensible shopping out of the way, they moved on to the fun stuff.
"No way. Not unless you're planning to be a pro-Quidditch player." His mother shook her head, laughing at the pointed looks Elliot was shooting her from where he stood in front of the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"But it's glorious. Just look at it." Elliot pleaded, dragging his eyes away from the magnificent broom to his mother.
"You have a perfectly good broom already, Eli."
"So if I didn't have a perfectly good broom..."
"You do anything to that broom and you're playing your next school match on those wonky Cleansweep Sevens Hogwarts has."
"Dammit." Elliot cursed good-naturedly, turning back to the broom and admiring the sleek polished wood, the gold lettering. If only he could hold it... He tilted his head to admire it from a different angle.
"Your father flew once," his mother broke the silence absently.
"Really?" His head jerked up in surprise. "Dad did? When?"
"Your third year. You forgot your broom. He decided to try it out. With my help of course," she added with a grin. "Silly man nearly flew straight into a lake," she commented affectionate. "Even so he seemed to enjoy the experience." His third year. That was his last year. That dull ache started up again in his chest. It didn't hurt as much as it had when his dad first died, but it came back every once in a while. A sort of hollow feeling that wasn't quite sad, but never really pleasant. Just a little bit empty. It came up more and more the past year, whenever he thought about any of the friends he had lost.
"I guess I should try even harder at Quidditch then. Make him proud." he said softly, taking her hand. They were silent for a while. "I mean, he would have really wanted me to do well."
"I'm not buying you that broom."
"Damn."
teenage witch
bitch
Emma Hinchcliff.
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wendy
i dreamed a dream
name: Sofia Park
nickname: Sof
age: 17
house: Slytherin
wand: pear wood with dragon heartstring core. 12.5 inches.
gender: Female
orientation: Heterosexual
birthday: 01/05/2001
year // 6th year
Look like the rose but be the serpant under it.
Appearance:
height: 5’6
weight: 55kg
coloring: Asian
ethnicity: Mixed (Korean and Japanese.)
distinguishable traits: freckles everywhere. Face, arms, legs, back. Call them warts and she’ll deck you.
attire // Uniform, green ribbon tied into her hair (sort of like from the film Matilda)
Persona: A pretty face with a silver tongue. Sofia Park entered Hogwarts bright eyed and busy tailed ready to learn magic with all the friends she’d made on the train, however those friends from the train never spoke to her again after she got sorted into slytherin. Still bitter about this Sofia rarely tends to mingle with people outside of Slytherin, it’s just a way of making sure she doesn’t get hurt again. In a way Sofia is comparable to a hedgehog, when with Slytherin she’s completey normal having a good time but when other houses approach her she curls into a ball of impenetrable spines but if you treat her gently she’ll eventually unfurl. She isn’t a mean person but will cut you down to protect herself.
quirks (3+) // nail biter, forgets that others dont speak Korean, humming 24/7, avid muggle coin collector.
skills (3+) // extremely skilled at potion brewing, knows a bit of parcel tongue, Can conjure her Patronus, speaks fluent Korean, speaks okay Japanese.
weaknesses (3+) // blind in left eye, sets her standards too high, you do one thing that annoys her and she’ll immediately cut you off.
virtues (3+) //
Honest: You’ll never hear a white lie leave this Slytherins mouth. She doesn’t see the point of dishonesty but this has caused her to be perceived as blunt rather than honest.
Perfectionist: Her family has always set high standards for all their children and Sofia was no exception, she pushes herself to the limit to make sure that her work is to the highest of standard, she won’t finish a task until she’s completely satisfied with it.
Loyal: she’d rather be called a death eater than a traitor.
Confident: She’s confident in her own abilities, she’ll always have her says even when it may not be wanted. Her confidence is mainly seen in the way she carries herself, head held high and shoulders back.
vices (3+) //
Possessive: It doesn’t matter what it is; books, clothes or even a person. If she view it as hers she will not let you have it. She values her belongings so hands off.
Selfish: She’s the number one in her life so don’t expect her to take much interest in your problems unless you’re a Slytherin.
Aggressive: This trait stems from her possessiveness. When you do touch her things without explicit permission expect to face a shouting match. There was a Hufflepuff who spilled something on her text book, that Hufflepuff had to leave the school as they feared for their safety.
boggart // Blood, just waves and waves of blood.
mirror of erised // being reunited with her Grandmother.
Trivia:
likes (3+): Slytherin, Potions, Honeydukes, Apples, Snakes, Day time television.
dislikes (3+): Cauliflower, Dishonesty, Warm weather, pushovers.
zodiac: Taurus
theme song: Pills N Potions Nicki MinaJ
voice claim: Emily Blunt.
History: The only child of a pure blood family meant that Sofia has had all her families expectations placed on her. From the day she was born Sofia was showered with affection and love unconditionally. She had a happy childhood and was care free but once starting school and not getting the best of grades her parents began to pay less attention to her. Saddened by this Sofia began to put all of her time into studying as she soon rose to the top of her class and her parents put their full attention back on their daugther.
Sofia know knew what she had to do be fully loved by her family and wasn’t afraid to be blunt with those around her to get it. She went from being a carefree girl to being obsessed with her school performance.
At age 8 Sofia’s magic began to present itself. This first incident was when she dropped a vase but instead of it smashing to the floor it floated right in front of her face. Absolutely delighted her parents immediately pulled her out of school and began to homeschool their daugther with a homemade magic curriculum. Sofia displayed lots of talent in potion making as the Potions She was successfully able to make says they should only be attempted by an intermediate wizard or witch. At age 10 Sofia’s Granparents moved from Korea to live with her. She’d never met them before but she and her grandma immediately had a strong connection. Her grandmother had stops practising magic and instead taken up herbal medicine which intrigued Sofia. She would spend hours sat with her grandmother watching her make herbal remedies.
At age 11 her Hogwarts letter arrived and she had to leave home, but after only spending two months there her parents sent word of her grandmother she death. Many says this is what turned Sofia into a full on bitch.
*RP sample: The cold Slytherin dorm was pitch black, the only source of illumination was the light coming from the black lake. In the girls tower lay a sleepless Sofia who was tossing and turning in her bed begging to fall asleep but after many unsuccessful attempts the teenager threw the thick green quilt off her body. As she placed her feet on the cold stone floor she had to cover her mouth to stop herself cursing as the temperature difference was quite shocking. Sofia found her pair of slipper quickly slipping them on her feet and exiting the small bedroom. She took the left corridor as it led to the warmth of the common room, heading down the cool stone steps she entered the empty common immediatly sitting in front of the dwindling fire. The young women pulled her wand from her sleeve pointing it at the fire and whispering “Incendio” as small flames shot from the tip of her wand towards the fire immediately making it grow. “Why’d they have to put us in this dungeon.” Sofia grumbles as she pulls her dressing down fighting around her body to keep the cold at bay. For Sofia this was a common occurance as she walkways easily caught a chill
nickname: Sof
age: 17
house: Slytherin
wand: pear wood with dragon heartstring core. 12.5 inches.
gender: Female
orientation: Heterosexual
birthday: 01/05/2001
year // 6th year
Look like the rose but be the serpant under it.
Appearance:
height: 5’6
weight: 55kg
coloring: Asian
ethnicity: Mixed (Korean and Japanese.)
distinguishable traits: freckles everywhere. Face, arms, legs, back. Call them warts and she’ll deck you.
attire // Uniform, green ribbon tied into her hair (sort of like from the film Matilda)
Persona: A pretty face with a silver tongue. Sofia Park entered Hogwarts bright eyed and busy tailed ready to learn magic with all the friends she’d made on the train, however those friends from the train never spoke to her again after she got sorted into slytherin. Still bitter about this Sofia rarely tends to mingle with people outside of Slytherin, it’s just a way of making sure she doesn’t get hurt again. In a way Sofia is comparable to a hedgehog, when with Slytherin she’s completey normal having a good time but when other houses approach her she curls into a ball of impenetrable spines but if you treat her gently she’ll eventually unfurl. She isn’t a mean person but will cut you down to protect herself.
quirks (3+) // nail biter, forgets that others dont speak Korean, humming 24/7, avid muggle coin collector.
skills (3+) // extremely skilled at potion brewing, knows a bit of parcel tongue, Can conjure her Patronus, speaks fluent Korean, speaks okay Japanese.
weaknesses (3+) // blind in left eye, sets her standards too high, you do one thing that annoys her and she’ll immediately cut you off.
virtues (3+) //
Honest: You’ll never hear a white lie leave this Slytherins mouth. She doesn’t see the point of dishonesty but this has caused her to be perceived as blunt rather than honest.
Perfectionist: Her family has always set high standards for all their children and Sofia was no exception, she pushes herself to the limit to make sure that her work is to the highest of standard, she won’t finish a task until she’s completely satisfied with it.
Loyal: she’d rather be called a death eater than a traitor.
Confident: She’s confident in her own abilities, she’ll always have her says even when it may not be wanted. Her confidence is mainly seen in the way she carries herself, head held high and shoulders back.
vices (3+) //
Possessive: It doesn’t matter what it is; books, clothes or even a person. If she view it as hers she will not let you have it. She values her belongings so hands off.
Selfish: She’s the number one in her life so don’t expect her to take much interest in your problems unless you’re a Slytherin.
Aggressive: This trait stems from her possessiveness. When you do touch her things without explicit permission expect to face a shouting match. There was a Hufflepuff who spilled something on her text book, that Hufflepuff had to leave the school as they feared for their safety.
boggart // Blood, just waves and waves of blood.
mirror of erised // being reunited with her Grandmother.
Trivia:
likes (3+): Slytherin, Potions, Honeydukes, Apples, Snakes, Day time television.
dislikes (3+): Cauliflower, Dishonesty, Warm weather, pushovers.
zodiac: Taurus
theme song: Pills N Potions Nicki MinaJ
voice claim: Emily Blunt.
History: The only child of a pure blood family meant that Sofia has had all her families expectations placed on her. From the day she was born Sofia was showered with affection and love unconditionally. She had a happy childhood and was care free but once starting school and not getting the best of grades her parents began to pay less attention to her. Saddened by this Sofia began to put all of her time into studying as she soon rose to the top of her class and her parents put their full attention back on their daugther.
Sofia know knew what she had to do be fully loved by her family and wasn’t afraid to be blunt with those around her to get it. She went from being a carefree girl to being obsessed with her school performance.
At age 8 Sofia’s magic began to present itself. This first incident was when she dropped a vase but instead of it smashing to the floor it floated right in front of her face. Absolutely delighted her parents immediately pulled her out of school and began to homeschool their daugther with a homemade magic curriculum. Sofia displayed lots of talent in potion making as the Potions She was successfully able to make says they should only be attempted by an intermediate wizard or witch. At age 10 Sofia’s Granparents moved from Korea to live with her. She’d never met them before but she and her grandma immediately had a strong connection. Her grandmother had stops practising magic and instead taken up herbal medicine which intrigued Sofia. She would spend hours sat with her grandmother watching her make herbal remedies.
At age 11 her Hogwarts letter arrived and she had to leave home, but after only spending two months there her parents sent word of her grandmother she death. Many says this is what turned Sofia into a full on bitch.
*RP sample: The cold Slytherin dorm was pitch black, the only source of illumination was the light coming from the black lake. In the girls tower lay a sleepless Sofia who was tossing and turning in her bed begging to fall asleep but after many unsuccessful attempts the teenager threw the thick green quilt off her body. As she placed her feet on the cold stone floor she had to cover her mouth to stop herself cursing as the temperature difference was quite shocking. Sofia found her pair of slipper quickly slipping them on her feet and exiting the small bedroom. She took the left corridor as it led to the warmth of the common room, heading down the cool stone steps she entered the empty common immediatly sitting in front of the dwindling fire. The young women pulled her wand from her sleeve pointing it at the fire and whispering “Incendio” as small flames shot from the tip of her wand towards the fire immediately making it grow. “Why’d they have to put us in this dungeon.” Sofia grumbles as she pulls her dressing down fighting around her body to keep the cold at bay. For Sofia this was a common occurance as she walkways easily caught a chill
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Yarrow
Senior Member
Alexander Willam Christopher Jon Merwijck
name: Alexander "Alex" Willam Christopher Jon Merwijck
nickname: Alex
age: 17
house: Ravenclaw
wand: Spruce wood with a Dragon heartstring core 12" and Hard flexibility
gender: male
orientation: homosexual
birthday: 5th of June
year: 6th year
Alex is full of energy, knowledge and has an endless determination.
likes: reading, spending time with friends, studying,
dislikes: gossip, bullies, bad grades
zodiac: gemini
history: Alex is the second generation immigrants from the Netherlands. His grandparents moved to England when they were just married. The Merwijck family had been a family of powerful wizards in the Netherlands. Alex grew up in the suburbs of a big city together with his three sisters and five brothers. With so many brothers and sisters you learn to be independant, but there is always someone to play with. Alex his childhood was pretty normal, he went to a nice school and got good grades. When his magical signs began to show he was called a freak by the people at school and was happy it was finally over and he could go to hogwarts. During the summer before he went to Hogwarts, a werewolf attack him while he was playing in the garden, his elder brothers were luckily right on time to protect him before he was bitten, but he is scared of werewolves because of this. While at hogwarts, he lost one brother in the war and he was devastated, he didn't talked to anyone for like a week but after some time he opened up even more then he was before.
name: Alexander "Alex" Willam Christopher Jon Merwijck
nickname: Alex
age: 17
house: Ravenclaw
wand: Spruce wood with a Dragon heartstring core 12" and Hard flexibility
gender: male
orientation: homosexual
birthday: 5th of June
year: 6th year
Alex is full of energy, knowledge and has an endless determination.
Alex is the loveable redhead from Ravenclaw. With his bright red hair and muscled body he has many girls looking at him when he walks trough the hallways in his simple Hogwarts attire. His red hair might not be the most notable feature of Alex, it are his brown eyes, who most of the time are eyerolling at people.
Alex doesn't shave much, so most of the time he is found with a really small ginger beard. Alex is quite tall, he stands most of the time above everyone, his friends jokingly call him sometimes The Lighthouse of the Great Lake.
height: 6'0 ft
weight: 180 lbs
coloring: caucasian, toned by the sun
ethnicity: european
build: muscled
distinguishable traits: he has his name in runes written on his right shoulder
Alex doesn't shave much, so most of the time he is found with a really small ginger beard. Alex is quite tall, he stands most of the time above everyone, his friends jokingly call him sometimes The Lighthouse of the Great Lake.
height: 6'0 ft
weight: 180 lbs
coloring: caucasian, toned by the sun
ethnicity: european
build: muscled
distinguishable traits: he has his name in runes written on his right shoulder
Persona: Alex is a smart guy, maybe to smart sometimes. He thinks about everything before taking action, however he adapts very well to any situation. In general, Alex is a nice guy, love to talk and chill with friends, but also likes to spend time alone and read or learn. Alex is also very protective and verbally strong, when he has an opinion on something or you threaten his friends, he will let you know what he thinks of it.
quirks: plays rythems with his fingers when bored, rolls with this eyes when irritated or when someone makes a stupid comment, has several euros in his pocket
skills: quick thinking, excellent duellist, sensing peoples emotions
weaknesses: overthinking, astrology, talking infront of big groups
virtues:
friendliness, Alex is nearly always friendly to people, he enjoys bringing joy to them
determination, once Alex has set his mind on something, he wants to finish it before he continues to do something else
honesty, Alex tries to be as honest as possible, this leads sometimes to awkward experiences because it sometimes it hurts people
vices:
doubt, his overthinking leads sometimes to doubt and not choosing anything
impatience, he can get impatient when people are not as fast as him, especially when there is a task at hand and people do not think as fast as him
irritability, alex can easily get irritated by someone or something
boggart: a werewolf
mirror of erised: him seeing himself with another man and a few kids
quirks: plays rythems with his fingers when bored, rolls with this eyes when irritated or when someone makes a stupid comment, has several euros in his pocket
skills: quick thinking, excellent duellist, sensing peoples emotions
weaknesses: overthinking, astrology, talking infront of big groups
virtues:
friendliness, Alex is nearly always friendly to people, he enjoys bringing joy to them
determination, once Alex has set his mind on something, he wants to finish it before he continues to do something else
honesty, Alex tries to be as honest as possible, this leads sometimes to awkward experiences because it sometimes it hurts people
vices:
doubt, his overthinking leads sometimes to doubt and not choosing anything
impatience, he can get impatient when people are not as fast as him, especially when there is a task at hand and people do not think as fast as him
irritability, alex can easily get irritated by someone or something
boggart: a werewolf
mirror of erised: him seeing himself with another man and a few kids
likes: reading, spending time with friends, studying,
dislikes: gossip, bullies, bad grades
zodiac: gemini
history: Alex is the second generation immigrants from the Netherlands. His grandparents moved to England when they were just married. The Merwijck family had been a family of powerful wizards in the Netherlands. Alex grew up in the suburbs of a big city together with his three sisters and five brothers. With so many brothers and sisters you learn to be independant, but there is always someone to play with. Alex his childhood was pretty normal, he went to a nice school and got good grades. When his magical signs began to show he was called a freak by the people at school and was happy it was finally over and he could go to hogwarts. During the summer before he went to Hogwarts, a werewolf attack him while he was playing in the garden, his elder brothers were luckily right on time to protect him before he was bitten, but he is scared of werewolves because of this. While at hogwarts, he lost one brother in the war and he was devastated, he didn't talked to anyone for like a week but after some time he opened up even more then he was before.
