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Post by Krysta on Aug 28, 2016 0:25:00 GMT -6
SHAUNDI NICOLE SEVERIN BASIC INFORMATION [ SHAUNDI NICOLE SEVERIN ] [ NICKNAME ] Shauna, Di [ DATE OF BIRTH ] May 25, 2005 [ AGE ] 15 [ SCHOOL ] Hogwarts [ HOUSE ] Slytherin [ YEAR ] fifth [ GENDER ] female [ SEXUALITY ] Bisexual [ BLOOD STATUS ] Pureblood [ WAND ] 11 ¾”, hippogriff feather, blackthorn [ ORGANIZATIONS OR CLUBS] Slytherin Quidditch team, Chaser [ SPECIAL ABILITY] Animagus in-training (Lynx) [ FACECLAIM ] Jennifer Lawrence
WHO ARE YOU? [ LIKES ] - Quidditch - Nature - Coffee - Running - Cats - Kickboxing - The ocean - winning - mischief - parties (well occasionally, she doesn't like to overdo it) [ DISLIKES ] - Losing - Her father - Waiting - Idiots - Being told what to do - Authority - Black coffee – it taste like dirt, and is just nasty. She needs a at least a little cream or sugar to sweeten it up. - Fighting with her brother, friends, or teammates (well unless it’s on the playful side) - bullies [ STRENGTHS ] + Cunning + Athletic + Determined + Outspoken [ WEAKNESSES ] + Aggressive + Rebellious + Selfish + Impatient [ DEMENTOR ] Her worst memory is from when her dad walked out on the family when she was only eight. Despite how much she pretends to hate the man, she can never get over the feelings of abandonment that struck her. Never knowing why he left, or if he'd ever return. Except he said he would return. Promised her that someday they'd practice quidditch again together, only for him to never come back. Every now and then she still has dreams of the night she watched him leave, remembering her asking for him to stay, of his last words that seemed to be filled with a hidden promise. Most of all she remembers his face, how a part of him seemed hesitant to leave, yet he still walked out on everyone. Still abandoned her. [ MIRROR OF ERISED ] She wants to finish school, and head off to play Quidditch professionally. She also wants to become an animagus alongside her brother, but that’s more of a side goal than a real ambition. [ AMORTENTIA ] cut grass, lilacs, the scent of a breeze thunderstorm [ BOGGART ] There isn’t much in which she would admit to being afraid of, however like everyone she does have something in which she fears more than anything else. At the moment her worst fear is the feeling of being abandoned, of being tossed to the side and forgotten by everyone around. It took hold after her father walked out on her, leaving her, leaving her feeling like he didn't want to be around her. Like maybe she had messed up, or been too persistent in her pleas in trying to persuade him to help her practice quidditch. It was her first taste of feeling abandoned, something that hurt her deeply even if she will never admit. It's feelings like that in which she never wants to feel again, if she can help it. [ VERITASERUM ] That no matter how hard that she works at convinces herself and others around her that she detests him, Shaundi still has some desire to be reunited with her father. Deep down she secretly believes that he is one of the few people who can truly point her in the right direction, as in what she should do in life. Not to mention that deep down she wants to try to find out what happened, or to just see him again. A part of the reason she got so into Quidditch in the first place was because she felt like there was a connection there, and that maybe… maybe if she does manage to go pro one day, then it might lead into a run in with her dad. [ PATRONUS] Lynx [ PERSONALITY ] There are many words that can be used to describe Shaundi Nicole Severin. Fiery and passionate are two that stand out the most, as she walks around with a clear purpose in almost everything that she does. While she herself isn’t the most confident of individuals, Shaundi is able to project an air of confidence to hide most of her insecurities. Most wouldn’t know of her struggles just be looking at her. Her fears of growing too close to another, or of being abandoned the moment she does let her guard down. To give in to her feelings, only to have someone toss her to the side as if she meant nothing to them. Just like many of her fellow slytherins, she’s ambitious and cunning, willing to do almost anything necessary to achieve her own goals. Whether it means staying up late into the night in order to study and guarantee that she pass an exam, or waking up every morning to train in order to ensure her body remains in top shape so she can continue performing to the top of her abilities in Quidditch. Leaning more on the side of street smarts, Shaundi is able to think quickly on her feet in order to find solutions to her problems.
Though despite her cunning traits, Shaundi isn’t one to lie outright. Not unless she absolutely has to. She’s a rather outspoken girl, if a bit abrasive, and will never hesitate to speak her mind. If she thinks someone is being an idiot, she won’t hold back from letting that person know. She doesn't consider herself to be a difficult person to get along with, as long as someone doesn't get under her skin too much. Around her friends she's usually rather lively and outgoing, always up for having fun and chilling. While she's normally more of an outdoorsy girl, Shaundi won't necessarily say no to a good party. Every now and then she enjoys living it up and partying with her peers, just not every night. She's not dumb, and the last thing she wants is to give in too much to the wild side of life too much to the point where it begins to affect her grades. She would prefer to keep her grade above the necessary marks needed in order to remain on the quidditch team. THE FAMILY TREE [ MOTHER ] [ Artemis Grace Severin ] [ 36 ] [ Journalist ] [ Pureblood ] [ FATHER ] [ Tristan Avery Severin ] [ 37 ] [ Quidditch Announcer ] [ Pureblood ] [ SISTER ] [ Lucille Grace Severin ] [ 17 ] [ Hufflepuff ] [ Pureblood ] [ BROTHER ] [ Sean Isaac Severin ] [ 15 ] [ Gryffindor ] [ Pureblood ] [ UNCLE ] [ First Middle Last ] [ Age ] [ Occupation ] [ Blood Status ] [ RELATIONSHIP ] [ Marcel Augustin Severin ] [ 40 ] [ Information Broker ] [ Pureblood ]
WAY BACK WHEN... [ HOMETOWN ] Paris, France [ CURRENT RESIDENCE ] London, England [ PETS ] a Russian blue kitten named Rem [ HISTORY ] Her parents were that couple who people never would have thought to ever get married, considering they had once had a solid love/hate relationship. But fate drove them together, after Tristan dealt with a stalker ex-boyfriend of Ari's. The two dated for a bit before getting married, and eventually having children. Shaundi Nicole Severin was the third child born to Tristan and Artemis Severin, only ten minutes after her brother Sean and two years after her sister, Lucille. While pureblood, no one in her immediate family really bothered to draw any attention to it. Both her parents had held strong beliefs against prejudiced, if for different reasons, so Shaundi never associated much with other respective - yet quite dark and prejudice - pureblood families. As far as she was concerned her family was like anyone else's. Blood status be damned.
During the early years of her life, everything was relatively normal. Or as normal as they could get. As rare as it was for her father to ever spend more than a few days at home – mostly due to a hectic schedule – Shaundi took delight in spending as much time as she could with him. Whenever she was around her father, a genuine smile lit up her features. She’d sneak into his office whenever he was in there, and crawl into his lap eager to look over whatever book he had been reading. It was almost always too complicated for her to understand. Not to mention there weren’t any pictures, except for the occasional detailed sketch. Whenever Tristan was too occupied to spend time with any of his children, Shaundi often found herself sitting outside the office door staring at it as if willing it to open. Sean would often be there alongside her, eagerly talking with about whatever new adventure he had planned up. The twins were close, always by each other’s side. Constant companions, except for the few times Shaundi wanted to spend time with their father. For whatever reason, Sean had never been as close to dad as she was. Instead he chose to bond more with their mother, seeking her out whenever Shaundi sought some father-daughter bonding time.
Even as a young girl, her impatience got the best of her. As the years flew by, her curiosity was drawn more and more toward Quidditch. Shaundi fell in love with the sport the very second she began watching her first game. For her sixth birthday, Tristan gathered the entire family together so they could all go watch a match together. The match was between the Kenmare Kestrels and Falmouth Falcons, one that was exciting from beginning to end. Throughout most of it, Shaundi was perched up standing on her chair, cheering loudly for both teams. Sean sat perched beside her teasing her for her inability to choose just one team to root for, while also keep an eye out for her just in case she fell. Even if he didn’t act with the same amount of enthusiasm, Shaundi could see how into her brother was. The way his eyes lit up with every play, eagerly darting back and forth every time the quaffle changed hands. He may have been more reserved, but she knew he was just as enthusiastic as he was. Her father’s commentating only added to the match, with Shaundi’s face brimming with excitement every time he called a play. The tone of her dad’s voice was filled with an exhilarating energy, one that only added to the exciting action taking place on the field. By the time the match was over, Shaundi knew she was in love. The Falcons had managed to win, and she had already made the decision that she wanted to learn to play. Alongside her brother, the two of them would begin practicing immediately, while making sure to drag her dad in to help whenever he was home.
And practice they did. Her mom went out and bought little brooms both her and Sean to fly around on, while her dad bought the rest of the equipment. It was all child friendly, but that didn’t matter to the two kids. The buldgers may have been a little softer, but if hit just hard enough it would still bruise the skin. Through Quidditch she found another thing to do with her brother, while forcing him to hang with their dad as well. Dad would watch on quietly, commenting on both her plays and Sean’s. At the end of each session brother and sister would race around the yard, with Sean almost winning much to Shaundi’s dismay. Determined to one day beat her brother, she decided to push herself as hard as her body could handle. There were a few moments when she passed out in the grass outside the house, with her father finding her sprawled out and carrying her back into the house.
She was eight years old when she found the door to her father’s study locked. Her uncle Marcel had stopped by to visit, and the two man had been inside talking all day. Shaundi sat outside the door waiting for the meeting to end, while nonchalantly tossing her miniature quaffle against the wall. Every now and then Sean or Lucille would stop by to check on her. To talk to her, and keep her company so she wouldn’t be too bored. Though her sister often made criticizing remarks on how pointless it was to wait, the older girl could understand Shaundi’s feelings. It was her brother who stayed with her the longest, sitting beside her until their mother called them down for dinner. He was the first to go down, with Shaundi refusing to go until her father at least came out of the room. As hungry as she was, she didn’t want sit down to dinner without her dad there. So she waited. An hour passed, and there were still no signs of either her dad or uncle coming out of the room. Glaring at the door as her impatience flared, Shaundi thought of nothing other than how much she wished she could destroy the door. Or do something to make the two men leave the room. She stared the wood frame, eyes moving to the knob watching for any sign that it would move. Any signal that it would open. The longer she sat there, the more annoyed she became. More minutes ticked by before she noticed any sign of action. The wood was burning. Shocked she turned to face away for a brief moment, and the smell of burning wood vanished completely. She turned her sights back on the door, once again feeling a desire to do something to make her father leave his office. Her first use of magic came then, as she managed to set the entire door ablaze.
Turned out setting the door on fire was the perfect way to make two grown men unceremoniously burst out of the room. Her father found her sitting in front of where the door had been immediately, an odd mixture of surprise and awe lighting his features. Marcel on the other hand didn’t look so pleased. His eyes narrowed down at her, before threatening to drag her off somewhere so she could be disciplined. Shaundi backed away from her uncle when she saw the malice in his eyes, leaning up against her father for protection. After patting her head in a comforting gesture, he turned on her uncle and told him to leave. To leave immediately, and to never threaten any of his children again before listing off a series of threats as to what might happen. It was the first time Shaundi had ever seen her dad so angry. Her uncle’s threats to her had awaken some kind of darkness, one that showed how far he might go to protect her. Her uncle stormed off in a fury, not before tossing one last warning to her dad. Reminding Tristan of whatever they had talked about.
A week later, Shaundi woke up in the middle of the night and without thinking began wandering aimlessly wandering the house as well as take care of other needs. Bodily functions needed to be taken care of, not to mention her throat was parched. It was as she was heading to the kitchen that she heard her parents talking in the background. Her father saying that he had to do something, with some strange emotion she’d never heard from him before. Worry? Fear? With whatever it was it was difficult not to notice the way his hands were shaking. Next to her father stood her mother, trying to reason with him while convincing him to stay. Peaking around a wall – trying to remain hidden – Shaundi tried to get a clear view what was happening. Her mother had finished talking, with the woman wearing an expression filled with sadness and contempt. Tristan pulled what could only be a letter out of his pocket, before handing it to Cecille for her to read. Shaundi watched in silence as her mother’s expression changed to acceptance, while the woman turned to nod briefly at her husband.
“Daddy, what’s happening?” Before she knew it she had left her hiding place behind the wall, her blue eyes staring at her dad while walking slowly toward both her parents.
Taken by surprise Tristan turned to face her, their eyes meeting briefly while her dad struggled over his words for a moment. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. No, it was… it was almost sad. Almost like she already knew she wouldn’t like what she’d hear before she heard it. “Shaundi.” Her father approached her suddenly, his body bending down as his arms wrapped around her in a tight, protective hug. “I’m sorry. I have to go away for a while, so I won’t be able to help you practice Quidditch for a few months.” As the words left his mouth, a smile crossed his features in what should have been a comforting gesture. Reaching out he poked her forehead before standing up, and beginning to turn to leave. “Maybe some other day.” Smiling remaining on his face as he turned to face her one last time, Tristan slowly turned to leave. If there was any hesitance in his motions, he did his best to avoid it.
All Shaundi was able to do was watch in silence, staring out into the night as her father left the house. Just like that he was leaving. Leaving her behind for who knew how long, or even why he was leaving in the first place.
With her father gone, Shaundi dealt with the blow in various stages. At first she chose to hold herself up in her room, refusing to see anyone while curling her body into a tiny ball. She spent her time waiting for her father to come back, to burst through the door and tell her that he would take her to a Quidditch game. Weeks passed before she began talking to anyone. Her brother was the one who managed to snap her out of her silence. Sean made one comment how she wasn’t being herself, that it wasn’t like her to just give up. Glaring at him she shot up and ran to punch him in the face, before tears welled up at the corners of her eyes. He was right. She had become a pathetic mess of who she was. Who needed her dumb dad, when she could still have fun with Sean.
The two grew closer, with her brother being her rock who held her together in order to make sure she never shattered again. Her relationship with her sister on the other hand seemed to take a downward spiral. It was no secret that Lucy had never gotten along with their father, always preferring to take part in anything that wasn’t Quidditch. For reasons Shaundi could never comprehend her sister had always hated the sport, and by default found reason after reason to argue with their father when he was around. The sister’s relationship took a drastic turn when she overheard Lucy commenting how it would have only been a matter of time before their dad left, that she always suspected he’d leave them. The glare Shaundi sent toward her sister was venomous, leading to her pouncing at the other girl wanting to initiate a fight. A short lived fight that their mother managed to break up in time. When Lucille was away at Hogwarts the tension grew denser, and there were points where she almost missed her sister. Shaundi’s relationship with her mom remained more or less the same, if a little closer. Her mother understood what she was going through, and was somehow patient enough to help Shaundi deal with her feelings of abandonment.
As the years passed by with still no signs of her father returning, Shaundi found herself growing more and more resentful. Angry at being abandoned, that her dad would ever leave them without ever sending any word as to whatever it was he was up to. The anger made easier for her to cope. She took to Quidditch immediately, breaking more than a few practice bats as she practiced around the yard. By the time she turned eleven, Shaundi had convinced herself that she hated her father. That she never wanted to see him again. It was a lie, obviously, one that helped her get back to her normal life. At the very least she didn’t feel the desire to leap at her sister whenever Lucy made a vague comment about how they were a stronger family with that man gone.
Shaundi turned eleven, and with it came her letter inviting her to attend Hogwarts, alongside her brother’s. Lucy had already been attending for two years, so she did her best to help prepare the younger siblings for school. Shaundi was tried to protest at first, wanting to explore and learn about the castle herself. But like a persistent older brother, Sean managed to push her into listening to what Lucille had to say. It allowed some necessary bounding time, that was for sure, and Shaundi never felt an urge to punch her sister in the face. Whatever damage that had been done to their relationship after their father left was slowly being repaired. Even if part of that were because of Di’s delusions that she hated the man’s guts.
The journey on the Hogwarts Express was nothing special. Shaundi chose to share a compartment with her brother, instead of looking to make new friends right away. There was no telling what would happen once they arrived at the castle, or if the two would have time to hang out anymore once school began. It was more relaxed and casual, with her mind racing with thoughts as to what might be awaiting her. As she arrived at Hogwarts, Shaundi’s eyes quickly turned to see as much as the grounds as possible. The forbidden forest caught her eye immediately, as it looked like the perfect kind of location to go for a hike. The castle itself looked like it held room for plenty of places to explore, but she already knew she’d spend more time on the grounds. Whether trying to practice Quidditch, or just run around doing whatever she felt like doing.
At the sorting ceremony, Shaundi was eventually sorted into Slytherin after watch her brother get sorted into Gryffindor. Almost immediately they were separated, but as soon as she joined her housemates at the table, Di found herself fitting in immediately. Everyone around her held similar passions, willing to do whatever it took to achieve their goals. Sure some were assholes, but she could imagine every house had their fair share of assholes. Most of her first year was spent learning her way around, and getting adjusting to living in the school. Classes weren’t too difficult, and she took to the social side of things right away. Though most of her socializing came in the form of finding others who wanted to sneak out with her, or just get into a bit of trouble. Rules be damned.
Second year was more or less the same, with Shaundi finding herself making friends. People she enjoyed being around, and didn’t feel pressured to try to be someone she didn’t want to be. Her grades remained acceptable, with her passing everything even if just barely in a few subjects. Her long time interest in Quidditch led her to trying out for the Slytherin team, only her skills proved to be inferior compared to everyone else’s. She assumed it was due to a lack of experience, declaring loudly that she would make the team in the next year. And she kept to her word. She spent the entire summer practicing and training, and doing whatever she could to make it on the team. She didn’t have to be on the main roster, but even a reserve would do. She just wanted to be part of the team.
Her practice and training seemed to have some success, as she was able to make it as a reserve in her third year. While it didn’t guarantee her to play in matches, it did allow her to practice. The captain at the time wanted the team to be the best, and not even the reserves would be allowed to slack off during practices. That same year, Shaundi made an effort to spend more time with her brother. The two met frequently wanting to study together, while sharing their new interests in becoming animagi. Both of them fell in love with the idea of transforming into an animal at will the second it was mentioned in class, with both of them promising to train together in order to obtain the ability. It allowed the twins to bound once again. Whenever possible Shaundi would go to meet Sean in the library, where the two would dig into any transfiguration books that caught their attention. Reading up on Animagi, and just the subject in general. They could do. No, they would do it.
Fourth year was more or less the same. She did her best to keep up with her studies, while making time to study the magic needed to become an animagus alongside her brother. Quidditch wise, she was able to become a regular on the team, taking on the chaser position. A position she took to right away, finding it easy to work with the team, while doing what she could to help the entire team remain in synch. On the side she still made time to get into a bit of mischief. Sneaking out into the Forbidden Forest became one of her favorite pastimes, or if not that then just sneaking out after curfew. Rules might have existed, but they were made to be broken. That became one of her new mottos, and she loved every minute of it. She gradually began to get into the party scene, feeling a desire to hit up any that might have been thrown. Shaundi never stressed about missing something though. She was more of an outdoors girl, so missing the latest party never felt like a big deal. If her friends missed her, then she’d just make it up to them later. Make time to hang out, sneak out, of get into a bit of mischief.
With the start of her fifth year, Shaundi is preparing herself to get a little more serious with her studies. With the O.W.L.S coming up later in the year, she would rather be as prepared for them as possible. After all she needs to keep her grades, in top form if she has any hopes of remaining on the Quidditch team. Honestly, she’s not expecting to make much progress in her animagus training with Sean, but if together they can even make the tiniest bit of progress in-between all the busywork then all the better. Shaundi’s planning on just doing her best to survive the year, and hopefully help Slytherin be number one at Quidditch!! ABOUT THE AUTHOR [ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? ] Crystal [ AGE ] 26 [ MAIN ACCOUNT ] @finley [ OTHER CHARACTERS ] @finley @aislinn [ RULES PASSWORD ] Lumos [ RP SAMPLE ] The library was quiet. The setting sun could be seen from where she sat near the window, causing Shaundi’s focus to occasionally divert towards it. She wasn’t distracted for long though. Almost as soon as her gaze turned toward the window, her brother would wave his hand in front of her face in an effort to catch her attention. Sean sat across from her with a pile of books in front of him, whereas she only had one or two. The one propped open before her was simply titled, “A Beginner’s Guide to Animagi”, and was one of many books the siblings had taken to studying in the past few years. It wasn’t boring, not by a long shot. Hell, Di found the entirety of Transfiguration to be a rather interesting subject. It was so complex and challenging, something she felt more than eager to succeed in. She wanted to be one of the best in her class, shocking the professor as she paid close attention to every word unlike every other subject where she had a habit to drift off when things got even remotely boring. She wasn’t stupid. She just had difficulty paying attention sometimes, and having a keen interest in the subject helped with that greatly.
“Sean, we’ve been studying for the past two hours.” Shaundi groaned, while pushing her book to the side. “I want this just as much as you do, but we’re not going to make any progress just reading. I want to practice…”
Her eyes looked up to meet her brother’s, as the blond Gryffindor smirked before letting out a full out laugh. “Impatient, are we? See that’s why I’m the leader of this little thing. You’re too impatient, and I bet ten sickles that you end up in the hospital wing because you mess up and accidently sprout feathers or fur on your hands. Or something like that. First we read and study the theories, then we practice.”
If there was one sure fire way to light up her expression, that was just one method. Just the idea of adding a bit of competition to their little thing was enough to make her grab the book and open it back up. “Whatever, you know you’d be lost without me. Besides I keep things interesting.” Shaundi smirked, poking her brother in an affectionate, teasing manner from across the table. “And I’m so not going to lose that bet! No hospital trip for me, no way. Well, unless it’s Quidditch related, then maybe.”
Turning to look down at her book, Shaundi fought hard to stop the roar of laughter from exploding out of her before it escaped. Which turned out to be a failure, as containing it proved to be near impossible. As soon as she began laughing her head off, it didn’t take long before her brother joined in, the two of them taking enjoyment out of their entire exchange. The bet, her over confidence, all of it was difficult to not find humorous in some form. Something that only the twins seemed to understand, as within minutes nearly everyone in the library was staring at them. Shaundi ignored the glances for the most part, choosing not to notice if anyone was questioning her sanity. She was just there studying animagi magic alongside her brother, so that the two of them could learn to understand it and then one day be able to transform themselves.
It was a goal the two of them shared, one that they had both decided to accomplish together. And Shaundi was rather pleased she had went along with the decision. It felt right. Felt natural to seek such an ability alongside her twin brother. She’d make it happen, even if she had to deal with Sean proclaiming himself as the leader of the little mission. Which, in a way she supposed he was.
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Post by Krysta on Sept 1, 2016 14:30:20 GMT -6
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]The night's wind stirs up memories [attr="class","reasonsmall"]We were supposed to have ran away and yet here we are Alone, swaying lazily, You gaze at the moon And wish for salvation [attr="class","reasonbod"]Packing was always such a hassle. Shaundi shoved another shirt into her trunk, before turning to glance at the remaining items scattered across her bed. There wasn’t much left, but it was beginning to feel like she’d been stuffing her trunk for ages. Such a mediocre task. She wasn’t scheduled to leave to head home until the morning, but the blonde slytherin wanted to get the packing out of the way sooner rather than lather. Staying up late doing things at the last minute was her style… okay maybe it was sometimes, like when there was a history of magic essay that needed to be written, or some other dull assignment. This was different, though. If she waited too long to finish packing, then she risked staying up too late; risked waking up too late where she’d be the last of her siblings to arrive in Hogsmeade. That would lead to endless teasing from her brother, not to mention he’d win the bet that she wouldn’t be able to make it on time. So yes, finishing her packing early was of utter importance.
Shaundi looked down at her bed once more, satisfied that she was almost done. Enough of her items had already been shoved into her trunk for a break to be deserved. Looking at what was left, she figured everything of utter importance had already been packed up. She needed a break, wanted to head down to the common room and relax for an hour or two. Maybe even chat and hang with whoever else was down there, even if casually. Yes. The more she thought about it, the more Shaundi wanted to escape the process of packing for even a few moments. She wanted a bit of freedom to do her own thing for even a few moments. With that decision made, the slytherin girl turned around almost gracefully and proceeded to make her way down to the common room.
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A few minutes later, and Shaundi was plopping herself down on one of the couches near the fire place of the Slytherin common room. It was quiet so far. It seemed most of her housemates were busy elsewhere, doing whatever it was they wanted to do. The quiet wasn’t horrible; it was almost pleasing for once. She had grown so used to the loud, wild noises that came from a crowded room that it was relaxing to indulge in the more peaceful atmosphere for once.
The quiet didn’t last long though. Shaundi stretched out her limbs, preparing herself to lounge blissfully on the sofa when a letter caught her eye. It was there in front of her, lying on the table after being dropped off by a large barn owl. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, as her hand moved to pick it up in a quick motion. As soon as she opened it, her distrust of any good coming from it only increasing. It wasn’t even a long one, barely even a paragraph even. ‘Hey Shauna and any other Slytherins nearby. I’m sending a friend who was bugging me earlier to hang with you for a bit. He’s a real riot, I swear. Oh and don’t be too mad at me, sis. It’s just a lil’ prank. ;D’
“What the fuck?” The words escaped her mouth in exasperation, as she tried to think of whatever it was her brother was about to do. And that fucking winky face. She hated that he had even bothered to draw such a thing, something that only served to tease her further. Shaundi threw the letter onto the ground, crossing her arms across her chest while trying to think of what Sean was sending her way. What he might find to be so hilarious that he decided had to be shared with her? Had he somehow managed to sneak a giant rat or spider into the common room? That made sense, but then she hadn’t heard anyone scream yet.
Seconds later a pop was heard in the common room, and with it arrived one of the house elves that worked down in the kitchens. The creature must have apparated there, probably because someone had asked it for a quick snack. Shaundi turned to look at the elf, with it only take a quick second for her to realize that no food was being delivered. In fact, the elf wasn’t holding anything that she would have expected. He was holding what looked to be tinsel?
“Master was right? This place not festive enough. Zalry needs to fix that now.” The words spilled out of the house elf’s mouth quickly, and he began moving around the common room. Shaundi’s eyes widened slightly, as he began wrapping tinsel around everything he could.
Pushing herself up from the couch, Shaundi walked toward the first item to be covered in tinsel, intent on making an attempt to remove it. This was her brother’s idea of a prank. To send a house elf to the common room. To have said elf decorate the room? No, the note had said that he’d been bugging Sean earlier. Her brother was targeting her, wanted her to receive the same kind of treatment that he had had to deal with. That was it wasn’t it. Whatever was going on, something was clearly wrong with the house elf.
“Stop it. No one wants you to decorate.” She said, pulling at the tinsel in Zalry’s hands. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you have things wrong. If any of us want anything, it’s snacks. How about you bring us some cookies?”
Her words seemed to have no effect. Instead the elf began shaking his head frantically, while pulling at the tinsel harder in desperation. “No, no, no!” Zalry screeched. “Zalry make things festive. Zalry make you look more festive. Make everyone look festive.” With strength that she hadn’t expected the elf to have, he managed to yank the tinsel away from her before running in a circle around her.
The next thing Shaundi knew, she was loosely wrapped in red and green tinsel, with the elf throwing a few loose strands in her hair for good measure. Sighing in mild annoyance, she watched him run off to throw more tinsel around the room in an attempt to further decorate the room. She was going to kill her brother when she saw him. Fucking hell. This was probably one of the worst pranks he had ever thrown.
Hearing someone entering the common room, Shaundi quickly turned to find the person wanting to warn them if possible. “I’d be careful if I were you. It’s kind of crazy at the moment.” She warned quickly, while beginning to shrug off the tinsel that had been wrapped around her. It was difficult to know how helpful her words would even be. The house elf had seemed to have seen the new arrive around the same time as she had, as he was running up to them eager to throw tinsel on them as well.
“Zalry decorate you too!! Festive look is good! Zalry must decorate everyone and everything!”
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Post by Krysta on Sept 3, 2016 23:40:41 GMT -6
DAMON ELIJAH SEGAL ADULT FULL NAME: Damon Elijah Segal NICKNAME: just Damon BIRTHDATE: June 27, 2176 AGE: 26 PREVIOUS HOUSE: N/A BLOOD STATUS: Muggle SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual WAND: N/A OCCUPATION: Entertainer/Gamer, Muggle Rebellion member
PERSONALITY MIRROR OF ERISED:
To continue playing games and entertaining his fans, and hopefully work in the video game industry one day as a journalist.
BOGGART:
Being completely and utterly alone with no one around him.
DEMENTOR:
Watching one of his best friends being murdered by a wizard, when they got curious and traveled a little too close to where the ruins of the former Ministry building. It brought back memories from when a robed figure had somehow choked him without even touching him back when he was a child.
AMORTENTIA:
melted chocolate, newly purchased books, peppermint
VERITASERUM:
Back in middle school he pretended to remain ignorant to the fact that a friend was being bullied, and so never made any attempt to help his friend out of fear of being bullied to.
PATRONUS:
He’s a muggle, and so he would never be able to produce one, but if it were even the least bit possible, then it would probably take the form of a coyote.
LIKES:
• Indie music • Video games • Acting • Movies • Girls • Video game conventions • Making videos • His fans • Hanging out and goofing around with his friends • Reading
DISLIKES:
• Rude or Stuck up people • Cruelty – It’s just uncool, and he doesn’t see any reason why people feel a need to hurt others. • Boredom • Sore losers • Bad games that frustrate him and/or are broken • Seeing negative comments on his videos • Magic; well more like he’s distrustful of it, as he’s not really sure if he hates it or thinks it’s really cool yet. • Hearing about the evil that exist in the world – Damon doesn’t mind being an evil bastard in a video game, but when it comes to the real world everyone should love each other and be happy. • Black coffee • Feeling stressed • People who lie to themselves
STRENGTHS:
• Level –headed – Damon may put on a show of being angry or depressed, but for the most part that is all an act. Usually it is used in a sort of comedic effect. In reality, however, it takes a lot to get him truly angry, or even sad, and so it is rare to see those emotions in a more genuine and real form. And then in the rare case that they do make an appearance, then he normally acts almost like an entirely different person.
• Ambitious - He has big dreams in which he would love to accomplished in his future, and is more than motivated enough to do whatever it takes to see them through. There are only a small number of activities in which he will never do, in order to get what he wants.
• Cunning – Damon has always been known for being sneaky, even as a kid, and as a result he has become a very crafty individual. Years of plotting ways to sneak out of the house, has taught him how to use his mind in creative ways in order to make sure he gets what he wants.
• Multi lingual – Damon is fluent in three different languages besides English, with those being German, Spanish, and Japanese. He also has some minor knowledge of a few other languages, such as Cantonese and Russian that he has managed to pick up while playing video games that had phrases from those languages as part of the dialogue.
• Friendly – Damon is overall a very friendly guy to be around, and often has no problems when it comes to making friends. He can get along with pretty much anyone, and tries his hardest to always see the good in everyone he meets. Even if those people might be the biggest jerks on the face of the planet.
• Thoughtful – Although his sarcastic manner doesn’t always show it, Damon is actually very thoughtful. He cares deeply for those close to him, and will even go so far as to listen to his friends vent out their emotions if need be. It hurts him to know that he may have hurt another person’s feelings, and it makes him feel worst when people take his jokes seriously. Or maybe that last part just annoys him in some ways.
WEAKNESSES:
• Selfish – Damon has always had a habit of looking out for his own needs first, even to the point where he pretended to ignore a friend while they were being bullied just so the same wouldn’t happen to him.
• Time Management – Wait he was supposed to finish that game yesterday? Why did he forget and go out drinking with friends instead? As you can see he has a horrible sense of time management, and sometimes he needs be reminded multiple times to finish a project by friends. Reading comments asking him to post more videos of a certain series really gets on his nerves as well, and will never make him post any faster. In fact, they may have the opposite effect.
• Narcissistic – Damon has been known to be a bit of a narcissist. He enjoys the sound of his own voice, and often comments on how awesome he is quite frequently. It isn’t so bad to be annoying to those who know him well, but it has caused a few people to have a bad impression of him after first meeting him.
• Unforgiving – Once you cross him in any shape or form, or betray his trust in anyway, then there is no way in hell that he will ever forgive you. He absolutely hates it when his trust was misgave, and will swear to never be so swayed easily again.
• Stubborn – He doesn’t like giving up on anything, and will do whatever it takes to accomplish whatever it is he sets his mind to. Sometimes he can be seen as being too stubborn for his own good, to the point where someone will have to physically drag him away before he stops at something.
• Emotionally Distant – Damon tends to hate talking about the emotions going through his head, as he likes to pretend that they are just his business. He’s also not very comfortable discussing that sort of thing, as he would rather let his emotions out while playing games or drink some alcohol.
HABITS
When left alone for more than an hour, he has been known to start talking to himself as a way to make things a little less quiet. He also tends to call different video game baddies insulting names when he’s frustrated, and naturally has a few common phrases in which he always says. He’s also a very sarcastic person by habit, and at times it can be hard to tell whether or not he ever really takes anything seriously
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Damon is more or less a fun and friendly guy to be around. He loves to have fun, and is always in the mood to joke around with his friends. There doesn’t seem to be any worries going on in his life, as at first glance he always looks as if he’s in a good mood. For the most part this is true, but he is a level-headed individual, and so it can be difficult to tell when he’s truly angry or sad. Damon may not always act like it, but he is a very cunning person. He has a brain and he knows how to use it, while have a nice mixture of both street and book smarts. He is a light-hearted nerd at heart, so perhaps his intelligence shouldn’t be too much of a surprise. Most of the time he can come off as being sarcastic, be deep down he is a very thoughtful guy as well. If one of his comments is genuinely offensive to someone, then he will remove it without second thought. Of course on the internet it can be difficult to tell who is serious and who is trolling, but for the most part he has found that those who take the time to actually email him a complaint are more likely to be serious.
HISTORY FAMILY:
• Jonathon Segal, 52, Muggle, Father • Sarah Segal, 51, Muggle, Mother • Warren Segal, 29, Muggle, Brother • Danica Segal, 27, Muggle Born, Sister-in-law • Courtney Segal, 22, Muggle, Sister
WEALTH STATUS: Upper middle class RESIDENCE: He was previously living in Los Angeles, California, but is currently staying in an apartment in London PETS: an Egyptian mau cat named Simba
HISTORY:
Damon Elijah Segal was born on June 27, 2176, and was the second son and middle child of Jonathon and Sarah Segal. He was born and raised in Los Angeles California, and for the most part he had a normal life. His father was the proud owner of a luxury hotel, and his mother made a living as an astronomer. Growing up he more or less could have easy access to whatever he wanted, as his parents were more than willing to give in to all their children’s content. The only thing that was required of him was to do a few small chores around the house, and to finish all his homework once he started school. He was close to both of his siblings, and him, Warren, and Courtney, used to always spend time with each other and having a blast while messing around in the neighborhood. As they grew older, they each made their own friends, and it became less and less common for them to spend an entire day with each other. He would still remain close with each of his siblings, and at the very least it was always easy for them to spend some time together at home. When he was five he began playing video games for the first time, and used to sit around for hours just trying to beat his older brother in a game or two. Soon after that he also began attending school, which would eventually lead to him making a few great friends who shared his passion for gaming in later years.
Even though his life was normal for the most part, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have his fair share of bad or bizarre memories. When he was seven years old, Damon had a strange encounter with a strange older man. He had snuck into the guy’s yard in order to retrieve a basketball that had made its way there, and right as soon as he grabbed the sound of a door opening could be heard from the house. It was then that a menacing looking man exited the house, who was also wearing some kind of strange black robe. Damon had heard a few of the other kids commenting on how the guy was some kind of freak, and for a brief moment he was eager to believe them. That was before he was suddenly lifted up into the air and pinned to a nearby tree, and then a few seconds later something was choking him. The feeling of cold metal touched his skin, and he realized that somehow a chain had wrapped itself around his neck. The whole time the man was staring at him, as if he was planning on killing him right there. It was almost like the scary figure was using magic, and a part of Damon wanted to believe that. After all how else could the guy lift him up, and choke him with a chain without even moving away from his porch. He may have actually died that day, if his father hadn’t suddenly called out for him to get into the house for dinner. At the sound of his father’s voice whatever was holding him up let go, and he was dropped to the ground hard. Damon quickly left the scary man’s yard, and never went back out of fear. When he told his parents what had happened they both commented that it had just his imagination, even Warren had made some joke about him playing too many video games lately. No one had believed him, and yet he had been sure that their neighbor had used some kind of magic on him. Worst yet, after the incident he had a strange feeling that the scary man was watching him every now and then, as if he were just waiting for an excuse to finish the job he had started.
During middle school, he attended a public school in located near his home. Everything was easy for the most part, and he never had much difficulty making friends. The only problem was that there was one bully who always made a habit of tormenting one of his best friends. Damon watched it go on from the sidelines, but he never really did anything about it out of fear of receiving the same treatment in return. He would at least be there for his friend after it all went down, and would help him get back on his feet. It was half way through the year, when his friend suddenly mentioned that he was transferring to a different school. The news shocked him at first, but he understood why the boy was leaving. Damon apologized for never doing anything to stand up for the boy, but his friend turned down his apologies. Instead the other teenager thanked him for always be a great friend, and promised that he would do whatever it took to stay in contact. However, Damon would always regret for never standing up to the bully in order to protect his friend, and blamed his cowardice as being the reason why the boy had transferred. After all perhaps if he had done something more, then maybe his friend would have had to leave.
More years passed by, and life went back to being relatively normal. He went to school, messed around with friends, and enjoyed his childhood. Nothing major really happened, and all felt well. Eventually the time came for him to begin High School, and for a while Damon worked on finding a balanced schedule between free time and school. It proved difficult to do so, as there were so many games he wanted to play, and it felt almost cruel to sacrifice some in order to keep up with his course work. It proved to be worth it, however, as despite his apparent hatred of school he managed to remain one of the top of his class. He dated a few girls for brief periods of time, but never got into anything serious for his first years of High School. It wasn’t until he was a Junior that her finally got into a somewhat serious relationship. The girl was a gamer herself, and from the moment he met her he felt drawn to her. Damon continued dating her throughout the rest of his years of school, and even convinced himself to go to Prom with her. The dance had sucked, but spending the night with his girlfriend hadn’t. For a short while he even thought he had loved her, until he walked in on her and an ex-boyfriend of hers a few days after graduation. That moment had shattered every happy memory he had of the relationship, and he couldn’t bring himself to say the words that were running through his mind. Instead, Damon merely looked her in the eyes with a cold glare blazing in his eyes, before turning to walk away from the scene without saying one word. At the moment it had felt like the ultimate betrayal, and it had taken everything in him to no just beat the other guy’s face in. Fortunately he had good friends who had been there to help him get over it, and before he knew it he had forgotten all about the girl who he had thought he loved. The combination of good friends, video games, and lots of alcohol was just the medicine he needed.
After graduating High School, he began attending college at the University of California, Los Angeles, while spending his first year deciding on what he wanted to major in. While at college he managed to keep in close contact with a few of his friends through various methods, including email and even video games to name a few. He also joined a gaming club, and even managed to go to a few tournaments thanks in part to being a member. After his first semester, he eventually decided to major in journalism as well as Drawing and Illustration, and chose to minor in web design and drama. Due to such decisions college became a huge focus in his life, and it often felt as though he had little to no time to play video games. Most of the time he was forced to wait until the weekend to sit down for long hours at a time, but in the end it was all worth it. His grades remained somewhat high, as he managed to maintain a GPA of around 3.75. Naturally due to certain distraction that he couldn’t quite push away in his life, he was never able to achieve a 4.0. Besides video games and other fun activities, Damon also dated a few girls during his college life. He never really got into anything serious, but then again he wasn’t really looking to do so. He just wanted to have fun, and enjoy the time he had. Life was good while it lasted, and as the years flew by he was sad to see it go. When he graduated college, part of him was terrified at the thought of joining the real world, but he did so with confidence.
The first few months after graduating from college were rough. It was almost impossible to find a job right away, and it began to feel like if going to college had really helped in anyway. Times were tough, but eventually he managed to gain work at retail store. He hated every minute of it, but it had helped him pay for a small apartment complex. After a working at the store for barely a year, he began seeking a new source of employment. It was around this time that one of his best friends approached him with an idea for them to work together and make videos on the internet. A few of his other friends joined as well, and they quickly built up a channel hoping that it would provide some entertainment, and maybe even become popular. The channel started off with just the five friends goofing off and playing video games together, while recording their antic for viewers to see. Over time they grew and began making walkthroughs and Let’s Plays, as well as even making little short internet movies when they could convince a few extra people to join them. The more he worked on the channel the more he loved, and as the group became more popular they each even began making a profit out of it. After working in the group for two years, they eventually formed a small partnership with a video game journalist company, which further helped him to make a living off of something he loved. However, Damon never really put much mind to the money, as he was always more than happy with just providing entertainment for the fans. That and playing games with his friends.
Damon first learned of the news of the Wizarding World’s exposure while browsing the internet soon after the event. There had been numerous rumors posted around, some who believed what had happened and others who didn’t, as well as more than a few videos that were supposedly of the actual event. The more Damon looked into the event, the more he was reminded of the incident from his childhood. The strange man who had somehow managed to choke him with a chain came back to visit him in his dreams, and on a strange impulse he found himself traveling to London. Fortunately he didn’t have to travel alone, as a couple of his friends were also curious in the reports. Upon arriving at the destination, the first place he went was where the ruins of some magical building was supposed to be. It was actually the old ruins of the Ministry of Magic, but he had no idea of knowing that. At the rubble he looked for some sort of evidence that magic had existed there, but all he saw were a few items that looked like sticks (wands) lying around on the ground. It was when the group of friends was about to leave that a masked figure appeared, and at first Damon laughed at the person’s appearance with his friends. One of his friends made a comment about how the guy looked like some kind of cosplayer, but things suddenly turned real when the wizard pointed their wand at the group. A flash of green light erupted from the stick, and within seconds Damon watched the body of one of his friends fall onto the ground. All signs of life vanished from his eyes. Without any further hesitation, Damon motioned for the rest of the group to head back toward the car, and they somehow managed to escape before the wizard could end their lives as well. He spent a few days mourning the loss of a friend, and after attending the funeral he decided he wanted to stay in London for a while. The rest of his friends went back to the states, but they all agreed that they would keep the channel going in spite of their distance. Fortunately it would prove to be easy enough, as they had more than enough ways to keep in contact with each other.
As the months passed by he eventually began to settle in, and even moved into a new apartment in downtown London. He missed living in California, and had thought of returning almost constantly. However something always seemed to stop him, as a part of him felt as if there might be something he was meant to do in England. Eventually he was lured to a rebellion movement to keep the wizarding world exposed, and Damon couldn’t help but be drawn to the idea. After all, if magic was capable of causing destruction, then shouldn’t everyone have a right to know about it? That and he still felt very distrustful of after the even from his childhood, as well as from watching one of his best friends being murdered by it. Damon eventually went out and made a quick video, with the permission of his friends, to explain to their fans just what had happened to their fallen friend. It was the least he could do, and he hated the idea that everyone had been told a lie instead of the truth. Even after he joined the Rebellion movement, Damon still isn’t quite sure what all he can do for the group. In his mind he’s just a gamer who doesn’t have a lot of experience in much of anything, but at the same time he wants to be as big of an asset as he can.
THE CREATOR NAME: Crystal or K(C)rysta, I answer to pretty much either really. AGE: Immortal ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: Forever OTHER CHARACTERS: Shaundi Solomon, Leila ShenHOW DID YOU FIND US: Magic WHY DID YOU JOIN: Because MM is awesome, and I just can’t bring myself to ever leave. ANYTHING ELSE: (Admin Edit)ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE:
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Sept 3, 2016 23:41:50 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 3, 2016 23:41:50 GMT -6
ROSS IAN DOHERTY WIZARDING ADULT FULL NAME: Ross Ian Doherty NICKNAME: N/A BIRTHDATE: July 27, 2177 AGE: 25 PREVIOUS HOUSE: Gryffindor BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, although he may be a little bi-curious WAND: 11 ½”, ebony, griffon feather OCCUPATION: Seeker for the Kenmare Kestrels
PERSONALITY MIRROR OF ERISED:
Ross has always been one to dream big, as he wishes to one day be widely recognized by millions of people around the world. He also wants to do whatever he can to help the Kestrels win the world cup before he turns 30.
BOGGART:
His biggest fear would be seeing the ghost of his first long-term girlfriend, while she blatantly blames him for her death. Deep down he feels like he messed up somehow, and is convinced that he should have seen it coming. He could have protected her better, or at least learned recognize the clues that Michael had joined the Death Eaters. He was stupid, and knows it, and he is deeply afraid that Elena would blame him for her death if he were to ever encounter her ghost in some form.
DEMENTOR:
The day Michael revealed his true loyalties, and that he had been played for a fool. Not only did his former friend, if the man could be called that, torture him and his girl-friend, but by the end of it all Ross was forced to watch as the bastard murdered Lena as well.
AMORTENTIA: fresh baked cookies, vanilla, the breeze before a storm VERITASERUM:
Ross is one who tries to be open about most things, but there are always one or two, or in his case many things he tries to keep hidden. The big one is that he allowed himself into being fooled into thinking that he could actually trust Michael. He doesn’t like letting other people find out that he actually considered someone who was heartless and cruel as being his friend. It was stupid, and he often prefers to pretend that such an event never happened.
Another secret of his is the fact that he has begun to secretly track down Death Eaters who he believes may be in association with Michael, or at the very least are too despicable to be allowed to exist. Oddly enough he has yet to actually kill anyone, but he believes he is prepared to do whatever it takes to get the information he seeks. Or at the very least, help keep some of the scum off the streets if possible.
PATRONUS:
Fennec fox
LIKES:
Quidditch, alcohol, winning, competition, flying on his broom, adrenaline, taking risks, parties, people, jokes, reading, comic books, cars, motorcycles
DISLIKES:
Coffee, losing, death eaters, being threatened, being played with, mind games, slow days, feeling like a coward, not being taken seriously, failure
STRENGTHS:
Agility – After years of playing Quidditch, Ross has become quite agile over the years, and it has proven to be more than helpful in several different occasions.
Street Smarts – While he may not be the most intelligent person in the world, Ross has a hidden knowledge of the way things go down around the world that others who focus more on intellectual studies may not have.
Persistent – Ross is one who doesn’t give up easily, will continue to fight no matter what is thrown at him. In Quidditch he always carries a certain degree of confidence and pride in his abilities, and won’t rest until he catches the snitch or someone beats him to it.
WEAKNESSES:
Easily Manipulated – While he doesn’t like to admit it, it doesn’t take much for someone to manipulate him into doing whatever it is they want if they wish. It happened once before, and he hasn’t quite been able to learn how to decipher how to tell whether or not he’s being played as of yet. Maybe someday he will, if he’s lucky.
Paranoid – While he does his best to hide it, deep down Ross is paranoid that there is always someone looking to either kill or severely harm him.
Stubborn – He doesn’t know how to back down or give up, not to mention admit when he may be wrong about something.
HABITS:
Pacing back and forth when he’s really anxious, or if he’s sitting down then he will become very jittery and shaky.
Whenever he manages to catch the snitch during a game, Ross has made it a habit of giving that snitch out to a random fan.
He tends to sleep a lot whenever he’s not working on something.
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
At first glance, Ross is a fairly friendly individual. He tries to get along with most people as much as possible, unless they clearly don’t deserve it. A rather outgoing person, he often enjoys visiting local bars and clubs, and just doing what he can to have a good time. He has played sports ever since he was six, and has developed a taste for competition in due part to it. He has come to love the thrill that comes with competing against others, and takes pride in every victory he can help his team achieve. Ross is addicted to feeling the rush of adrenaline, and is a well-known risk taker. He enjoys going full speed on his broom, and testing to see what his limits are as far as abilities to go. After certain events in his life, he has also grown to be sort of paranoid. In short, if he doesn’t know someone all that well, then he tends to have a constant feeling that they will betray him or try to manipulate him in one way or another. He hates feeling like he’s being taken advantage of, and refuses to sit around and let another death eater use him for whatever sick methods they may want him for.
HISTORY FAMILY:• Richard Doherty, 58, Half-blood, Father • Aislinn Doherty nee’ Sauvage, 57, Pureblood, Mother • Serah Darnell, 36, Half-blood, Sister • Jesse Doherty, 31, Half-blood, Brother • Christian Darnell, 36, Muggleborn, Brother-in-law WEALTH STATUS: Ever since he became a professional Quidditch player, Ross has seen a significant increase in wealth. While he wouldn’t classify himself as being filthy rich he does has a small fortune. At the very least, he would consider himself as being upper-middle class to maybe somewhere around the lower high-class. RESIDENCE: Limerick, Ireland PETS: a goshawk named Judah An Alaskan Malamute named Dodger HISTORY:It was a humid, summer night when Ross Ian Doherty entered the world, and he would be the third and youngest child to Richard and Aislinn Doherty. The family residence was located in Greenock, Scotland where he spent most of his childhood along with his brother and sister. Richard Doherty held a solid career as an auror, so they managed to live in a constant state of average wealth. His mother took a few years off work in order to raise all three children, but eventually went back to working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It was due to the hectic schedules of both his parents that it became common for weeks to fly by without seeing either of them around the house. Both Richard and Aislinn were sent out to travel abroad a lot, and were forced to leave Ross, Serah, and Jesse in the care of either family friends or other relatives. Perhaps it was because their parents were away so often, but Serah was quick to take up the majority of the responsibilities around the house. His sister cleaned, cooked, and tried to keep him and his brother out of as much trouble as possible. It wasn’t easy, as even as a child Ross was always taking risks and searching for adventure. With the eleven year age difference between the two of them, it didn’t take long before he began looking at his sister as being slightly over-bearing, and annoyingly over-protective. He eventually began seeking ways to deliberately defy everything his sister told him to do, and became a little rebellious, mischief maker around the neighborhood. Jesse always cooler than Serah, as the two brothers spent a lot of time bonding over sports and other activities. It was through his brother that he found a love for baseball, football, and eventually Quidditch. Throughout his childhood he always remained fairly close to both his siblings, even if one had a tendency to drive him crazy with her bossiness. When he was five, Ross had used magic for the first time after he had fallen out of a tree and nearly broke his leg. After seeing a cut along the length of the limb, he had grown frightened of someone calling his parents and them taking him to a hospital. Both his siblings were already at Hogwarts, and he was often left in the care of his aunt, Kayla. He fought hard to fight the urge to scream, and instead focused on trying to tend to the wound himself. After taking off his shirt, and wrapping it around his leg, Ross began to feel a tingling along his skin as it magically healed. Somehow through his desperate attempts to avoid having his parents find out about his fall, he had managed to heal himself via magic. Excitement kicked in, and he immediately ran to inform his aunt of the news that he was magical just like his brother and sister. Naturally, the woman panicked a bit after hearing that he had fallen from a tree, and called his mother right away. He was later taken to St. Mungo’s in order to make sure that no serious damage had happened from the fall, and was later grounded to his room for a month. Years passed by with not much of anything interesting happening, and when he was eleven he received his letter to begin attending Hogwarts. The idea of going to a new school made him nervous, and he was almost convinced that no one would like him right away. It didn’t help that both of his siblings had already finished their education, and were ready to live their lives and make names for themselves. After arriving at the castle, he was almost immediately sorted into Gryffindor, although the hat did briefly consider placing him into Slytherin. His first year was spent either exploring the castle and grounds, curiously watching older students play Quidditch, or mindlessly avoiding socializing as much as possible. For his first three years, Ross was content to mind his own business, as he found it a little difficult to make friends. The only people he really spoke to were those he played Quidditch with, or sort of decided to make themselves present in his life. Rather than spending a lot of time with people, he found that he preferred spending time outside and enjoying nature and exploring wherever he could. The summer between his fourth and fifth year, his brother was arrested after beings suspected for smuggling dark artifacts in and out of the country. Jesse was eventually cleared of all charges, but halfway through his fifth year his brother was reported missing. With news of his brother missing, Ross fell into a sort of downhill spiral. It became difficult for him to focus on his studies, and he seemed to act more hostile toward those who tried to give him a hard time. The only thing he found he could focus on was Quidditch, as it was not only something he loved, but also one of the few connections he still had with his brother. All of his effort went into wanting to be one of the best seekers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but sadly as his grades began to suffer he realized that he may lose the sport as well. He sought out friends to help him focus on his school work, as well as a few tutors to help him in the areas where he struggled most. He was aware that he was never the smartest person in the castle, but once he put his mind to it he found that it was too difficult to pass all of his classes. It was through a combination of hard-work and dedication that helped him succeed, but with all that had happened he remained in a state of confused emotions. The longer his brother remained missing, the more he began to feel lost and confused as to what he was meant to be doing. During his sixth year, the Death Eaters took control of the school and the lives of every student became a living hell. He wanted to help fight back, but deep down he felt that he was too cowardly to be of any help. Whenever he was confronted by a patrolling Death Eater, Ross had a habit of panicking and running away rather than attempting to fight back. He hated himself for it, but he just couldn’t work up the courageous to spit in the face of one of the vile bastards. Instead he found himself, using his knowledge of many of the different hidden passageways to help fellow students sneak around the castle undetected. It wasn’t exactly the bravest thing to do, but he took pride in the fact that there was something he was able to do. The Death Eaters were driven out at the end of the year, and Ross found himself growing more and more anxious as to what had happened to his brother. He still hadn’t heard anything about Jesse’s whereabouts, and would continue to be in the dark until the end of the summer. It was during the summer before his seventh year, when his brother was found locked away in a hideout in France, after being abducted and subjected to months of grueling torture. His brother had been an auror before vanishing, and from what Ross had overheard it sounded as though a Death Eater had decided to hold him captive after Jesse had found crucial evidence that the man had been spying on the Ministry. As a result his brother remained in St. Mungo’s throughout his seventh year, and Ross developed a slight hatred towards death eaters. His seventh year was spent the same as in the past. He continued playing on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and tried to keep on top of his studies as much as possible. That year he also began dating Elena, a girl who he had developed a crush on the previous year, but had been too nervous to ask her out. She had a fiery passion for wanting to rid the world of Death Eaters, and was more than determined to become a successful auror. The more dates the two went on together, the more he genuinely began to fall for her. He was actually falling in love, and he began wondering if the two of them were meant to be together. At the end of the year, Ross managed to graduate while receiving passing marks in all of his N.E.W.T.S. It was entering the adult world that proved difficult, but fortunately he was able to put off searching for a job for a couple of months. That summer his sister got married to some man named Christian Darnell, and like the good brother he was he attended the wedding. Jesse was eventually released from St. Mungo’s, and chose to return to work as an auror. The job had given his brother a sense of accomplishment, and Ross could tell that his brother may have also wanted revenge against the people who had tortured him. While debating as to what he wanted to do with his life, he also sought out both his brother and father in gaining help on using defensive magic that the school never taught him. Both of them were eager to help him, and it proved to be one of the first real bonding experiences he had had with his father. He also went back to training in Aikido, after taking a break from it after he had begun to attend Hogwarts. All the training helped him to gain some new confidence in being about to defend himself, but he secretly hoped that he wouldn’t have to use it. Mostly because he feared that if he did, then he would prove to be a coward once again. Eventually Ross decided to begin trying out for different Quidditch teams, as he had always had a real passion for the sport. He tried not to be too picky about which team to try out for, as it would be an honor to play for any of them. After being reviewed by several teams, he ended up signing a three year contract with the Karasjok Kites in Switzerland as their seeker, and his career was officially underway. During that time he continued dating Elena, and eventually invited her to move in with him once he had obtained enough money to purchase a house. When he was twenty-one, he met a charismatic man named Michael, who was quick to befriend him. Little did he know that his new friend was a Death Eater, who was manipulating him into discovering secrets that might prove helpful to the organization. He was stupid and foolish, and ended up informing his new ‘friend’ about some of the things in which his brother had told him about. Most of it was nothing that wasn’t common knowledge, but he did inform the other man of a secret entrance to the ministry that Jesse had found years earlier. It had become the brother’s secret meeting place, and for some strange reason he had felt compelled to share the information with other people who had grown close to him. Again he was stupid, and it was a choice that he would regret later on. When Michael saw that Ross was of no use to him, the older man stabbed him in the shoulder before torturing him for hours, while making it clear that the two were never friends. Elena ended up becoming caught in the cross-fire, and he was forced to watch as the bastard vicious killed his girl-friend in front of his eyes. Hours passed with Ross being forced to endure more torture, before Michael left him to wither away and die. Most of what happened afterwards, he can’t remember, until he woke up in a hospital bed in Switzerland. Ross spent days mourning the loss of his girl-friend, and informed all of those whom he trusted most as to what had happened. He felt like an idiot, and worst yet felt as if Elena would blame him for her death if she could somehow. It had been his fault that she had been murdered. If he had been able to see that Michael was heartless from the very beginning, then maybe he never would have let the other man manipulate him. As the months passed by he began visiting an old friend, Aurora, who had always been there to help him at school. The two of them seemed grew closer, and she vowed that she would talk to her brother regarding information about Michael for him. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a sudden desire to see the bastard either locked away or killed in a manner that the man deserved. An unwavering darkness seemed to awaken inside him, one that would only show up if he were to be confronted by anyone who sought to cruelly harm others. He dated Aurora for a brief period of time, and was there to comfort her after her father, and later mother, was killed. Oddly she seemed more concerned about her brother, who judging from the way she described the man was on the verge of breaking on the inside. After they had both recovered enough from the sadness in their lives, they both came to the realization that they were better off just being friends and went their separate ways. Another year later he began dating another woman, one who worked in the Department for the Control and Regulation of Magical creatures. The woman’s name was Angela, and he felt a strange sort of attraction to her. After they had dated for six months, he invited her to move in with him, and a more intimate relationship began to form. Sadly it was ruined after he returned home after a Quidditch match to find evidence that she had invited other people in the home. He crept upstairs to check in on Angela, and was surprised when he walked in to find her in bed with another guy. No, it wasn’t just another guy. It was a man and another woman, and well you can guess what they were in the middle of doing. At the sight of it Ross panicked at first, and once Angela noticed him standing there he began screaming in anger. He hated feeling like a fool, and that was exactly what he felt like. He had thought he could trust his girlfriend, but had been proven wrong. While he was screaming the other man yelled at him to calm down, and without thinking Ross pounced on him and began punching his face. Once he felt the man’s nose break, he stopped and yelled at everyone in the room to get the fuck out. He wanted nothing to do with any of them, and spent the rest of the night burning sheets and feeling like the stupidest person ever. After that incident, Ross decided to take a break from dating, and instead chose to focus on his Quidditch career. After all the sport had never done anything to betray him, and he found he could trust most of his teammates more than a few of his other friends. When he was twenty-three he was traded over to the Kenmare Kestrals to play seeker for them, where he would remain for the next few years. Soon after that he hesitantly decided to join the Order of the Phoenix, after hearing rumors that his old ‘friend’ was back to being active once again. It was around this time that he also began searching for information, and seeking out Death Eaters in his spare time in secret, particularly those who may be in association with Michael. After all this time he hasn’t forgotten what the man has done to him, and may secretly wish to see the person suffer for his crimes. Of course, most of his focus continues to go toward his Quidditch career, as he would love to be able to win the world cup before he turns thirty.
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DESMOND MARCELLO PASSERINI SHOPKEEPER
FULL NAME: Desmond Marcello Passerini NICKNAME: N/A BIRTHDATE: January 17, 2175 AGE: 27 PREVIOUS HOUSE: Slytherin BLOOD STATUS: Pure-Blood SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual WAND: 11 ½”, blackthorn, salamander tail, sturdy OCCUPATION: Hog’s Head Tavern Owner, Vigilante Assassin
PERSONALITY
MIRROR OF ERISED:
There isn't really much that he truly desires anymore. All he really wants is to live his life, and do whatever he can to bring an end to the Death Eaters. After hating them for most of his life, and all they have put him thing it is only natural.
BOGGART:
Ever since he was young Desmond has always been afraid of being buried alive. If faced against a boggart, then it would take on the form of a closed coffin, and the sounds of someone scratching it on the inside.
DEMENTOR:
As far as worst memories go, Desmond would like to pretend as if he doesn’t have any. Of course no matter who you are that is never true, and so unfortunately there are a few events that will haunt his dreams. The one he remembers most is from when his ex-girlfriend betrayed him, tried to kill him, and then left him in the middle of a street for the Aurors to find if he wasn’t dead. He had thought he had loved the bitch once, only to learn that he had been manipulated the whole time. It’s almost embarrassing to think about, and now a part of him wished to find her and rip her heart out in order to teach her a little lesson.
AMORTENTIA:
Burning wood, Chrysanthemums, vodka
VERITASERUM:
His deepest secret is that he worked undercover as an Auror five years ago, and in an effort to win the trust of the Ministry he spied on and arrested his own father. Unfortunately after his father had broken out of Azkaban, he was forced to make a another decision that would haunt him for days. In order to keep the trust of the other Aurors, and Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was tasked with bringing down his father himself. When he finally confronted the man the second time, a duel broke out and by the end he was forced to kill his own father. While he may have shared this with a very small few, mainly family, Desmond would prefer to keep it from as few ears as possible. Even if it may have been considered the right thing to do at the time, he still blames himself everyday for allowing such a thing to ever have happened in the first place.
He may also still hold some feelings for his psycho ex-girlfriend, although he would never ever admit.
PATRONUS:
Desmond's patronus would take the form of a red wolf, as he has always related more to that of a lone wolf than any other animal. Unlike many dark wizards, he actually has a memory that is happy enough to allow him to be able to produce a full patronus. His happiest memory would have to be when his father told him that he were proud of him, despite the fact that he had just been forced to murder the man. While it pained him to be forced into a situation where he ended up killing his own father, Desmond couldn't help but find some comfort from learning that his father was proud of him. Oddly enough that was also the first time when his father spoke such words in front of him.
LIKES:
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[/b] – He is extremely intelligent, and knows how to put his mind to excellent use when he wants to. If he wanted to, then he could even come up with a different plan to get him out of almost any situation. Driven - When he wants something, then he will do whatever it takes to get it. Secretive - He has his fair share of secrets, and is very skilled at keeping them bottled up inside. If he doesn’t want you to know something about him, then don’t count on ever finding out what it is. [/font][/ul] WEAKNESSES:
[/b]- Desmond absolutely hates waiting around for anyone or anything. Anyone who is foolish enough to make him wait often ends up severely beaten in an ally. If a meeting is neccessary, then it would be smart to arrive on time. Hot-headed - He is incredably short tempered, and has a habit of hurting anyone who so much as manages to light his fuse even the slightest bit. He doesn't care who the person is in the slightest, as he has no problems smacking even the highest ranking death eaters upside the head if they piss him off to a certain degree. Selfish - He looks out for himself and himself only. As far as Desmond is concerned no one else is really important to him, and anyone who he may have cared for in the past has long since betrayed his trust. Or they have forced him to toss his loyalties to the side. HABITS His most obvious habit is that he tends to play with his pocket knife whenever he begins feeling the slightest bit aggravated or bored. It's just a small habit he picked up, but often times once his anger his triggered then he has no problems throwing the blade in the direction of the person's face. GENERAL PERSONALITY: When it comes to describing Desmond Passerini many people would describe him as a loner and somewhat mysterious. It is quite difficult for someone to get into his head, and even more so to predict what he will do. One thing is certain however, and that is that Desmond has mastered the art of blending into a crowd. He can go unnoticed for a large amount of time to the point where someone may not notice him until he finally speaks. It is thanks to this that he often makes a habit of observing those around him, and making mental notes of all the weaknesses he sees around him. Over the years Desmond has learned how to read body language very well, and because of this he knows when he should be on guard around someone or when they are mostly all talk.
Ever since he was a student he has always been a rather cunning and intelligent individual. If it wasn't for his ambitions early on, then he may have been placed in Ravenclaw. Don't be mistaken though, Desmond's mind is always working, and he is a natural strategist. He makes note of everything he sees around him, and will use all intelligence gathered to his full advantage in any given situation. Does this make him dangerous? Of course it does, but then again there is always a sense of danger around him. When it comes to talking about himself, he doesn't do so lightly. Desmond is a very secretive individual, almost to the point of paranoia, and doesn't spill his life story to anyone. He would prefer to be the only one who knows his darkest secrets, but of course there are always those who do. His family and ex-girlfriend probably know the most about him, but even a few of his former superiors know more than he would like.
With all that he has been through in his life thus far, Desmond has come to live by one rule for certain. That one rule is to only look out for himself, as he doesn't trust anyone. He may have only been betrayed once, but certain events has lead him to lose faith that anyone is competent in any way or form. Not to mention he believes that everyone is out for their own gain, and he has no problems making sure that he gets what he wants. Desmond is a ruthless individual when it comes to getting what he wants, and there are very little lines that he won't cross to get it. The only things he won't do are hurt his family in anyway, as he believes he already did that enough when he listened to his former superiors and killed his own father in the name of peace.
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HISTORY
FAMILY: • Raphael Passerini, deceased, Pureblood, Father • Isabel Passerini, deceased, Pureblood, Mother • Dorian Passerini, 32, Pureblood, Brother
• Charles Novak, 26, Pureblood, Brother • Aurora Passerini, 24, Pureblood, Sister
WEALTH STATUS: Moderately wealthy RESIDENCE: Cardiff, Wales PETS: At the moment he has no pets.
HISTORY:
It was in the midst of a cold, January night when Desmond Marcello Passerini came into the world like any other child. He was the second born child and son to Raphael and Isabel Passerini, and unknown to him at the time would have high expectations placed onto him. Four years later his mother would give birth to his younger sister, Aurora, who would be the last child born in the household. Desmond's upbringing was similar to that of many other children who come from old-pureblooded families. The Passerini family was a highly respectable name in the Italian peninsula for centuries, but their name didn't begin appearing around the United Kingdom until Giovanni Passerini, his grandfather, began associating with a band of newly revived Death Eaters. His mother also came for a notable family who was well known for their frequent insidious deeds. And so due to this rich history, Desmond was raised to believe in everything that his father had been taught to believe in, with high expectations placed on his shoulders. It was expected of him to one day join the Death Eaters if possible, and to do whatever it took to help cleanse the filth that desecrated the wizarding world.
There was only one problem. No matter how much Desmond was instructed otherwise, he was never fully believed in the necessity to purge muggle-borns and enslave muggles. What exactly made Pure-blood families so much better than everyone else? Just because the Passerini's had a richer history and were among the elite shouldn't be any reason for them them to look down on others. In fact, the prejudice seen in so many Pure-blooded families eventually began to disgust Desmond greatly. It wasn't uncommon for him to question such beliefs in front of his father, which never ended well. Whenever he spoke his mind Raphael would always torture him in new and unique ways, and by the time Desmond was ten his father had even set up a little closet that was used just for his punishments. He used to spend hours at a time in there either in complete isolation or being tortured in some form or another. The pain he endured was always excruciating, and there were many times he thought about just running away to live with someone else. If it wasn't for his younger sister, then perhaps he would have done just that. He felt a desire to protect his sister, as never once did she show a hint of being cruel. Instead he could clearly see that Aurora had a gentle heart, as it was evident from the way she always tried to adopt stray kittens that she found around the neighborhood.
Desmond's brother Dorian was another story altogether, in fact Dorian would probably be considered the good child of the family. His brother was everything his father could have wanted in a son, except that his intelligence paled in comparison to Desmond's. It was these strong differences that created a strong sibling rivalry between the brothers, as well as loathing in regard to the oldest. To Desmond it wasn't about winning his father's pride, he just enjoyed pissing Dorian off by showing the older boy that he was still better in some ways. Of course their father didn't like the constant bickering between siblings, and so both boys were often punished together for fighting. In Raphael's eyes fighting among family was uncalled for, as they all had to work together to ensure that the Passerini family remained a respectable family. Any fighting would only bring them down in the long run. As Desmond grew older he eventually began to realize that maybe it would be better if his family was ruined, as well as the rest of the pure-blood elitist families. But of course that's another part to the story, so it would be best to move on now.
The years moved along in the same manner, with his parents still insisting for Desmond to hold onto the family beliefs, and possibly even go into the family business. When the time came for him to attend Hogwarts, he was looking forward to the mere idea of finally being away from his Death Eater parents. The only downside was that he would be in almost constant contact with Dorian, as suspected that his beloved brother was keeping tabs on him and reporting any bad behavior back to father. After all it made sense that Raphael would be fearful that he would do something stupid to cause the Passerini name to be disgraced in some way or another. Fortunately for his family, Desmond was sorted into Slytherin during the sorting ceremony. Sure there was some debate as to whether or not he would better belong in Ravenclaw, but at the end of the day a dirty old hat decided he belonged in the snake pit. His ambition and cunning had somehow beat out his intelligence, which was almost amusing in a strange way. Then again he also had to share a common room with his less intelligent brother, which would essentially make it that much easier for Warren to keep tabs on him. For the most part his first year passed by without any problems. He managed to keep to himself for the most part, and spent focused much of his time on his studies. There wasn't any time for friends, but then again he didn't put much effort into making anything. Something that his family looked down upon, but maybe the whole avoiding others thing was done just to piss them off. Then again he was just a first year, so there could have been a whole anxiety thing going on about meeting new people. No one would ever know.
Desmond's second year was the same as his first, as was third year. The only thing that changed about him during those years was that he became more opinionated and almost arrogant. It wasn't unheard of for him to make a sarcastic, yet insulting comment toward anyone who annoyed him in the slightest way possible. During the summer after his father hired an instructor to teach him and his older brother self-defense, particularly in Krav Maga. The reason for this was because Raphael had gained a sudden interest in having his children know how to defend themselves in a physical fight as much as a magical one. A couple years later Aurora would also join the brothers in such training. While his father's new interest in martial arts remained unknown to the boys, there was a part of Desmond who was suspicious as to what would cause such a proud man to suddenly view self-defense as being necessary. There were rumors that his father had gotten his ass kicked in a physical beat down while drunk one night, and the humiliation he faced had caused him take the aggression out on his children in the way of making them learn to defend themselves in such situations. Of course whenever he would ask, Desmond would always be dragged into the dark closet and punished severely for bringing it up. At least he couldn't say that he wasn't able to pick up on his martial arts lessons quickly enough, as over time Desmond became quite competent in the art. Of course his skills appeared to be inferior to his brother's, as Warren often liked to practice on anyone who he deemed as a suitable target. However, unlike his brother, Desmond was more disciplined and patient in the art. Perhaps one of the only times he was ever patient, as there was something about a fight where he was willing to wait for his opponent to make a move. The idea that it allowed him plenty of time to make up many different strategies in his head helped, as did the idea of taunting his opponent until they gave into anger or any other negative emotions.
Time moved on, and the rest of his years at Hogwarts moved on in a similar manner. Around his fifth year he began spending time with a group of friends, and at first glance it would appear as if Desmond's popularity had grown. It became rare for him to not be seen with certain individuals, however, for the most part he never really took part in some of the activities they enjoyed. There were more than a few of his friends who enjoyed making lives miserable for other students who the viewed as inferior, and while Desmond didn't condone the behavior he never did anything to stop it either. In his eyes it was one of those thing that he had grown used to seeing. The weak are victimized, while the strong do whatever they can to prove that they are superior. Every now and then he would secretly help a student who was a victim to one of his so-called friends bullying, but only if he could tell that they were capable of standing up for themselves. Those who merely gave in and accepted such treatment disgusted him just as much as those who were cruel. In his sixth year he began actively dating a Ravenclaw girl, and while it was never meant to last he did feel as if he had finally truly connected with someone. A year later his best friend, a Ravenclaw who was werewolf, was found murdered near the entrance to Knockturn Ally. While Desmond never knew who the perpetrator of the crime was, it made him realize just how much trash existed in the Wizarding World. The whole society was littered with Malevolent beings and hypocrites, and he swore to do what he could to bring justice to the bastard who cold-heartedly murdered a teenager. What pissed him off worst was not the idea that the bastard who committed the crime may have been an associate of his fathers. No what angered was when he noticed all the proof that the Ministry was covering up evidence, and making it look like his friend's murder didn't mean anything. And with that he swore he would do whatever it took to become an Auror, and to try to change how things were done for the better. He wanted to make sure that corruption was done away with out right, and maybe even find a way to bring about a sense of real peace in the world.
Unfortunately life doesn't often work out the way one wants it to.
During his first few years in training to become an Auror, Desmond was quick to observe everything that was going on. He worked hard and did whatever his superiors asked of him. When he finished training, the young man worked diligently to stop any criminals he came across. There were a few times when he got in trouble with his superiors for arresting a clearly corrupt Ministry Official with the basis that arresting the person would weaken the ministry. No matter how much evidence he had dug up against the person, they would always be released just days later. When he was twenty one one of his superiors confronted him and gave him a mission to spy on his family and associates. On the flip side Desmond was also tasked by his father to spy on the Ministry. He was backed into a corner and more or less forced to become a double agent. Was it what he had planned? No it wasn't, but he was allowed to uncover more information than he would have ever thought. He spent a few years working loyally for both his father and the Auror office, while only providing whatever information he could to both side. It all became difficult, and overtime he wasn't even sure which side was worst. The Ministry for forcing him to go against his family, or his father for continuing to place so much high expectations on his shoulders. After so many years Raphael Passerina still expected him to do his part in being a part of the family legacy.
It was a month after he turned 24 that he would receive the order that would change his life. Desmond had learned that his father planned to stage an attack in order to assassinate the most highly ranked Aurors at the time, and he felt a sense of responsibility to report it to his superiors. After delivering the news, he was the one who was tasked with the capture of his father. He spent weeks making plans that were to be put into motion, and even allowed a few other Aurors to provide needed assistance. Weeks later Desmond, along with a team of three others, had successfully captured Raphael Passerini and locked him up in Azkaban. It was a small victory that didn't feel like one, and he couldn't help but count down the days in which his father would somehow be released from Azkaban. Six months later his father was released, part in due to his mother and brother both swearing that Raphael had been drunk while making all declaring threats against the ministry. His mother also swore that his father would never again take any stand against the ministry, and something about Isabel's performance had to have been convincing as Raphael was released not too long after the appeals had been made. Which meant that once again Desmond was tasked with keeping an eye on his father, with little say in the matter.
A year later his father was overheard discussing plans to kill a large group of muggles at some large event that was being held. Desmond reported the event to his superiors, while also trying to convince them that he would have no part in capturing his father this time. His superiors wouldn't listen to him, as it was either him that captured his father or an over-worked employee would be forced to take up the case. Desmond glared at everyone who had been responsible in giving the task, and in a more respectable way more or less told all of his superiors that they could all go and fuck themselves. However, he did say that he would help stop his father, but it would be the very last job he ever did for the pathetic ministry. Days later he came face-to-face with his father, and told him the news still with the mind set of bringing down his father for good. Naturally Raphael refused to be taken in lightly, and a dual broke out between father and son. The dual took place near the outskirts of Knockturn Alley, and lasted for almost two hours. Near the end of it both men were near exhausted with various cuts covering their bodies. Eventually Desmond pointed a well aimed spell at his father, one that sent several ghostly knives at the target. All of them hit their intended target, with one impaling the older Passerini in the throat. However, to his surprise his father didn't see his actions as a betrayal, while instead the man finally saw Desmond as son he could be proud of just as much as his brother. Raphael was almost thankful that his own blood had taken him out rather than an enemy, as nothing would have embarrassed the man more than being taken in or even killed by one Ministry scum. The last words his father had spoken before he had fired the spell was, "I always knew our life wasn't for you, but I'm still proud of you. You're strong and intelligent, and I wish you luck in your future." In that moment Desmond actually broke down and allowed himself to shed tears. He cried next to the body of his late, deceased father, and swore that he would never work for the Ministry ever again. Any organization that would force him to fight his own family was trash in his eyes.
A few days after the dual between him and his father, his mother was cornered by someone in an alley and killed while making her way home from making preparations for the funeral. Desmond never found out the identity of the killer, but he has sworn to find a way to track the bastard down some day.
After the funeral had been held, Desmond was confronted by his older brother. Warren sought him out in order to attempt to influence him in helping him with some mission that he had been given by the Death Eaters. At first he tried to deny his brother's request, but after the older Passerini made a comment that they would kill him if he failed, well Des felt a need to help out his family. The mission was to infiltrate the Spanish Ministry of Magic, one that the two brothers spent days making plans in order to ensure everything went perfectly. When the time finally came they rounded up a small group who would help them, and it was in this group where he met Talisha. Talisha was as beautiful as she was deadly, and Desmond began lusting after her almost immediately. The mission ended up being a success, thanks in large part to the team work that went into it. Weeks later he eventually worked up his courage and asked Talisha on a date. She said yes, and eventually a steady relationship bloomed between them. Desmond actually began to believe that he was falling in love with the woman, and after dating her for a little over a year he asked her to move in with him. Around that same time, Talisha tried to coax him into joining the Death Eaters, but he would always turn the offer down. However, that didn't mean that he didn't live life as a criminal. When he expressed distaste in the Ministry, his girlfriend provided him a list of a few corrupt employees, and Desmond wasted no time in tracking each of them down and assassinating each one. No one knew who the murderer was, but his life as an assassin had begun. He would eventually begin taking on jobs killing corrupt individuals for money, as well as in his spare time when he ran into one who he had a personal vendetta against. One of his first victims was his former partner in the Auror office, who he had learned had developed a habit of torturing criminals, letting them go, and then chasing after them all over again.
When he was twenty-six, Talisha onced again tried to persuade him into joining the Death Eaters. It was during an impromptu trip to Knockturn Alley, where he believed she was merely searching for a dark artifact or two. When he once again turned her down, she made no haste of killing an Auror in plain view, before pinning Desmond to a wall with magic. Her hand moved up to choke him, while saying that if he didn't join the Death Eaters, then she would find a way to forces his precious little sister to do so instead. Reluctantly he gave in and told her he would join. He hadn't wanted to, but he knew he had to protect his sister at any cost. Both him and Warren were well aware that Aurora was too soft to be in a group like the Death Eaters, and they had vowed to never force her to have access to such a group if they could help it. After he had said yes, Talitha said that if he can escape, then the Death Eaters will welcome him into their ranks at a later date. She then proceeded to offer him a glass of Vodka, before knocking him out by slamming his head against the wall. When Desmond woke up he could hear the faint sound of one or two Aurors who were on patrol, with one of them near the body of Talisha's victim from earlier. His head ached, and he wanted to get out of there, but one of the Aurors was quick to spot him. They immediately pegged him as the murderer, and he was forced to use a spell to push the person out of his way. With his head hurting as bad as it did, there was no way to apparate, and so Desmond was forced to flee and find an area to hide. It was then that it hit him that his girlfriend was some kind of psycho bitch, and that she had left him there to either die or be arrested by Aurors.
After the incident in Knockturn alley with his former girlfriend, Desmond swore to one day repay the favor in kind. He officially joined the Death Eaters one week later, and focused on doing what he could to blend in with the group. For the most part he primarily chose to work with his brother, and no one else, and within time the brothers proved to be a valuable team. The way the two of them worked together it was clear that both Warren and Desmond were the types who could get the job done. After awhile he began working as an assassin officially, with his primarily targets being corrupt ministry workers and even a few Death Eaters on the side when he could get away with it. If he had to be forced into being a part of the group, then he figured he might as well do his part to take down the organization from the inside. Fortunately he had managed to master the art of occulmency, partly thanks to his father as well as his paranoia, so it was easy enough to keep his real intentions hidden. Warren may have been suspicious, but his brother never said anything. If Talisha was aware of what he was doing, then she never showed it, however she did have a habit of wearing an amused expression every time they crossed passed. Desmond grew to believe that she was always watching him, and found some kind of entertainment in doing so. Recently he has begun sending anymous hints of Death Eater activity to a few contacts he has kept around the Ministry, without revealing his identity. Deep down all he wants is for the war to end, so his sister can live a happy life without any worries. He promised his parents that he would watch out for her, and he is damn well determined to keep that promise. All while also doing his part to clean all signs of corruption from the Ministry whenever possible.
THE CREATOR
NAME: Krysta! AGE: Eternally young, yet legal! ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: Until the end of time OTHER CHARACTERS: Shaundi Solomon Damon Segal HOW DID YOU FIND US: Word on the street told me about this awesome place WHY DID YOU JOIN: I was drunk and thought it would be a good idea. Turned out it was a good decision. XD ANYTHING ELSE: Admin Edit I was asked to re-post my biography, so here it is.
((Desmond is actually a modified version of a character I played a couple years ago. He's by far one of my favorite characters ever, and I just had to bring him back in some way, shape or form. So here he is!))
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FINLEY JADE DELACROIX BASIC INFORMATION [ FINLEY JADE DELACROIX ] [ NICKNAME ] just Finley [ DATE OF BIRTH ] July 27, 2006 [ AGE ] 14 [ YEAR ] Fourth [ GENDER ] female [ SEXUALITY ] unsure [ BLOOD STATUS ] Muggleborn [ WAND ] 11 ¾”, rosewood, dragon heartstring [ HOUSE ] Gryffindor [ ORGANIZATIONS] Drama Club, Actress and Dancer [ SPECIAL ABILITY] N/A [ FACECLAIM ] Sophie Turner
WHO ARE YOU? [ LIKES ] Dancing, music, nature, animals, art, creativity, feeling like she belongs, drawing, comics, movies, reading, fantasy novels, her dog (she misses him so much while she’s at school), her friends, rainy days, watching thunderstorms, yoga, hiking [ DISLIKES ] Failure, cruelty to animals, being treated like an outcast, bullies, liars, mind games, feeling lost, black coffee, incompetence, being compared to her sister, stupid arguments, large crowds, weakness [ STRENGTHS ] Intelligent – She may have been sorted into Gryffindor, but Finley is far from being stupid or ignorant. She’s a rather insightful girl who loves to learn new things, while not being afraid to sneak into areas where she shouldn’t be in pursuit of new knowledge. She’s cunning in her own right, willing to do whatever it takes to make sure her studies never falter. Or if she wants to learn something, she’ll chase after it and practice for as long as it takes. Independent – Finley is more than capable of taking care of herself, rarely needing to rely on anyone else to help her solve her problems. She often prefers to work alone, if only because it’s easier for her to focus and get things done. Versatile – Adjusting and adapting to different situations comes surprisingly easy for Finley. This is especially true in dance, as she is able to quickly change to different styles depending on whatever it is she may be practicing. Creative – She isn’t sure if it’s something that she developed in part thanks to dancing, but Finley has taken a keen interest in all of the creative arts. If she’s able to, she enjoys trying to add her own twist to a dance in which she has grown comfortable practicing. Whenever she’s not reading and caught up with all her homework, Finley enjoys finding a quiet place to sit down with her sketchbook and just draw. She doesn’t consider herself to be a talented artist, maybe mediocre at best, but she enjoys the concept of creating her own little drawings. Whether it be random characters, seemingly random designs, or something she sees in nature, Finley may be drawn to trying to recreate it in her sketchbook. [ WEAKNESSES ] Insecure – Different scenarios in her past has caused her to become rather insecure. Always being compared to her sister by her mother and the woman’s boyfriend (yuck), or even having them go so far as to call her a disappointment to the family all because she chose to live with her father over them. It’s often that Finley often questions her own abilities, whether she has the skills it takes to dance professionally on stage one day. Then there’s the bullying she has endured which has caused her to question where she belongs, or if she’s strong enough to stand up for herself. She’s so used to the abuse, that she feels almost like standing up for herself might be pointless. Withdrawn – Finley has mostly always chosen to remain withdrawn from others, finding it difficult to open up to those around her. It doesn’t help that many of the other students in her house have a habit of being rather loud and outgoing, which only makes her question if she fits into the Gryffindor mold. Honestly she’d rather curl up with a book on one of the couches in the common room than celebrate Gryffindor’s latest Quidditch triumph. Fiery Temper – Under all her insecurities, there lies a volcano that is only waiting to erupt. While it doesn’t rear its head often, Finley has a rather fiery temper. There are certain topics and actions that trigger her to flare up in anger, the easiest is picking on her friends. As hesitant as she may be to stand up for herself, Finley won’t stand back and watch anyone she considers a friend be given a hard time. While that’s only one thing to set her off, there’s bound to be more. Disorganized – Finley has a tendency to leave her things just lying around, without much thought into what should go where. It isn’t unheard of for her to forget where she placed her quill or a pencil, while spending several minutes digging through her bag in search for one. Her workspace often has papers lying around, with books scattered all around her without much thought into what goes where. While she likes to think of it as being organized chaos, it’s a mess of a pile where small objects can easily become lost. [ DEMENTOR ] At the moment her worst moment would be when she came close to drowning. It was the first time Finley had ever had to cope with the fear that she might possibly die before accomplishing anything in her lifetime. She was so young, and she had believed nothing bad could ever happen to her. The feeling of having her body pulled underwater, as her lungs fought for oxygen and her body fought to keep her head above the waves for as long as possible, until darkness swept over her. [ MIRROR OF ERISED ] If she were to look into the Mirror of Erised, Finley would likely see herself dancing on the stage of a theater, in front of thousands of people. All of them would be there to see her and her fellow performers, with tickets having sold out within the first week. In the front row would be seated her father and older sister, as well as the shadow of a figure who she'd assume is her boyfriend. Or husband maybe. Her greatest dream at the moment is to make it big as a performer, particularly as a dancer. Despite how often she questions her abilities, she doesn't want her insecurities to take over and stop her from chasing after her dream. [ AMORTENTIA ] cinnamon, the air during heavy rainfall, dog fur [ BOGGART ] Having come close to drowning when she was a kid, Finley has developed an intense fear of being out in open waters. The deeper the more frightened she will become. If faced against a boggart, it may be difficult to tell what form the creature would take. After all, how does one mimic the appearance of a vast body of water? Instead it would present itself as Finley, while she's on the verge of screaming, body soaking wet and moving as if she's desperately trying to swim. Or to keep her head up above the water she's trapped in. Even if someone had managed to save her at the time, the experience left her traumatized. She developed a deep fear of open water, of going out into the ocean alone, and even stepping foot into it might leave her paralyzed with fear. [ VERITASERUM ] So far her biggest secret would probably be the fact that she was badly bullied back in her early school years. Instead of telling anyone what was happening, she remained quiet and endured, taking whatever verbal and physical abuse was thrown at her. Even in the present day she still hasn’t spoken up, and still occasionally allows herself to be the victim of bullying. In her mind it feels only right, after all she’d rather suffer through the torment rather than watching a close friend go through the same thing. [ PATRONUS] Arctic Fox. [ PERSONALITY ]
Almost immediately upon meeting her it is evident that Finley is far from being what one might consider a typical Gryffindor. While a friendly girl at heart, she often chooses to remain more withdrawn, not really caring to go out and socialize with others. Instead she’s happy enough curling up with a book, drawing, or sneaking away to practice her dancing. She’s perceptive though, often watching her fellow housemates interact, before questioning why she was ever sorted amongst the lions. She’s not loud, but more quiet. Hesitant to stand up for herself, she has become a frequent victim to bullying throughout her years at Hogwarts.
There are certain traits that she holds that may very well make her a true Gryffindor, once she grows into it and overcomes her insecurities and such. As she opens up to others, those she considers friends will be quick to find that she is capable of being rather sarcastic and sassy in her own right. Her wit is strong, and she has no problems coming up with a quick quip or two if a scenario calls for it. Finley won’t shy away from showing her friends affection by playfully teasing them, or if they don’t like that then making teasing comments about those around her. The more she opens up to a person, the more she’ll start to reveal how playful and somewhat mischievous she can be. Or sometimes she’d rather have a reading buddy, or adapt to whatever situation she may find herself in with her friends.
Underneath all the insecurities and withdrawn nature, lies a nasty little temper that only occasionally comes out. While she may allow herself to be bullied, making no effort to defend herself, the same can’t be said if she sees those who she has come to consider her friends being picked on. An anger will flare up inside her, sending her into a haze leading her to try and make some attempt at defending her friends. She’s far from being as weak and timid as she may appear at first, though she still needs to courage to stand up for herself. To not allow herself to be pushed around and bullied. Sometimes in private she may allow her anger to flare up, especially as her frustrations begin to rise. It isn’t uncommon for her to sneak off to find solitude in order to yell and curse at the top of her lungs, or even punch a pillow if need be. However, she’ll always try to hold back as much as possible when around other people. Finley is terrified of losing her temper on another person, of losing control and attacking someone in a fury. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone, doesn’t want to risk becoming like those who have hurt her in the past.
THE FAMILY TREE [ MOTHER ] [ Andrea Grace Delacroix ] [ 38 ] [ Make-up Artists ] [ Muggle ] [ FATHER ] [ Rider Zayne Delacroix ] [ 42 ] [ Actor ] [ Muggle ] [ SISTER ] [ Delilah Erin Delacroix ] [ 21 ] [ Dancer ] [ Muggleborn ]
WAY BACK WHEN... [ HOMETOWN ] Blackpool, England [ CURRENT RESIDENCE ] Liverpool, England [ PETS ] a little screech owl named Sora [ HISTORY ]
tw;; light child abuse, mentions of bullying
Finley Delacroix was born July 27, 2006 late in the night kicking and screaming her little lungs out. She was the second child of Rider and Andrea Delacroix, while often being considered toughest child between her and her older sister. Both of her parents held jobs that cast a certain spotlight over the family. Her father was a rising actor, just starting to take on roles that might lead to him eventually becoming known across the U.K, or even father if all went well. Her mother was a make-up artist, while occasionally working on set alongside Rider, Andrea mostly took jobs in the theater. She’d do make up for the performers before they went on stage, and was considered to be one of the best in the area. Despite both her parent’s busy schedules, both managed to put in the effort to spend as much time at home as possible. So growing up, Finley never went too long without seeing either of her parents.
Delilah Delacroix had been born six years prior, and as soon as little Finley was born the other girl took to being the oldest immediately. Lilah would often comment how cute the new baby was, while begging her mother to hold Finley. Even with the wide age gap between them, it became clear early on that the sisters wanted to be close to each other. Finley would often cheer for her sister while watching the other girl practice dancing. Whereas Delilah sought to help her learn to fit in with the world, while showing her everything she might need to know in the future. Her sister was rather protective of her, always watching her back as much as possible.
Still no matter how much time the sisters spent together, Finley was never as close to Lilah as she might have wanted. As she grew older, she found herself wanting to spend time with her father. It was easier to connect with him. Her father was always there for her, always supported her, and knew exactly what to say to cheer her up when she was down. When she asked if she could begin taking dance lessons alongside her sister, Rider was the first person to agree to it. Her mother on the other hand hesitated, while openly stating that she was concerned that Finley might not be as skilled as Lilah. Always comparing her to her sister. It was small statements like that, that made it difficult for her to grow close to her mother. That and the fact that Andrea always seemed to want to argue with her father, always looking for even the smallest excuse to begin a fight.
Perhaps it should have been no surprise when her parents got divorced.
The cold wind nipped at her skin one night, as Finley sat on the porch waiting for her father to return. He’d been spent the entire day away, not bothering to call since leaving for work in the morning. It was mother’s fault, it had to be. There was no one else who she could blame. Ever since she’d over heard her parents arguing, since hearing those awful, slanderous things mother yelled at dad, Fin felt a constant need to yell at the woman. To call her out for being stupid. Daddy would never be so awful. After all, he’d always been there for her. To support her and encourage her to keep on dancing, and that maybe someday she would be just as skilled as her sister if not better.
But Rider Delacroix never returned home during the day. He stayed out until the late hours of the night, trying to sneak back in to gather his things only to leave again. He had hoped that neither of his daughters would have to witness his departure. Things between him and Andrea had become irreparable. Completely broken, with no hope of ever fixing it. Worst yet he knew he’d never get custody of the girls. So it was better to just leave, to make them hate both hate him.
” Daddy? What are you doing?” The question had been innocent enough, as her blue eyes stared up to meet her dad’s. Even at only eight years old, she could tell that something was wrong. That her dad was troubled, and that if she hadn’t gotten up to use the bathroom she never would have stumbled upon him. Probably never would have saw him again. Her eyes looked down at the suitcase in his hands, then moved up to meet his eyes once more. He was going to leave. Mom and chased him away, maybe even threatened him like she had during their arguments. “<i><b>”Don’t leave, please? Or take me with you. You’ll take me with you, right daddy?”</i></b>
”I’m sorry Finley, but I have to leave. Your mother and I, we just can’t be around each other anymore. Neither of us want to fight anymore, especially around you, baby girl.” His eyes looked down at her, a hint of sadness fighting to take over his features. Her dad wanted to stay, she could tell. Still she questioned how much of his words were true. From the brief times she had overheard the fighting, it had always been mother who started it. Her mom would want to fight, always looking for some excuse to yell at daddy. Even if he left, she’d probably be forced to listen as Raina found reason to complain endlessly about Rider for the next few weeks.
Tears leaking from her eyes, Finley leapt at her father in one last effort to hug him. All she wanted was one last hug – to spend one last moment with him – even if it was just for a short moment in time. She buried her face into his jacket, as he put a comforting hand on her head before hugging her back. ”I’ll still see you, right? For Christmas and stuff?” She didn’t want to lose her dad completely. Even if she couldn’t live with him anymore, Finley still needed him in her life. The next moments passed by in silence, as father and daughter said unspoken goodbyes. Even if mother tried to stop it, she’d find a way to visit him.
”Don’t worry, Finley. I’ll always have time to see you. Once everything is sorted, I promise that I’ll call you for a small visit.” A small smile formed on his face, as he hugged her one last time before giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head. He would always be her father. Would always be there for her, no matter what happened.
Two years passed by after her parent’s divorce. Getting through it had been difficult for both Finley and her sister. Through all the struggles she managed to bound a little with Delilah, with both of them beginning to practice dancing together. Lilah even went so far as to convince mother to sign her up for lessons, allowing Finley to learn from an instructor alongside her sister. She still visited her father from time to time, always eagerly call him whenever a recital was happening. It didn’t matter if she was performing or not, she just wanted her dad to experience the performance alongside her. To cheer on her older sister, with all three of them going out for ice cream afterward. Her mother was sat along with them, always grudgingly allowing Rider to join in on the family fun.
Unfortunately, her mother also began dating once again during that time. A man Finley found herself disliking almost immediately, and things didn’t improve the more she was forced to spend time around his company. At first glance, Elijah Ashfurd was a handsome and charismatic man. He ran a successful business, and for the most part treated Raina with the respect she deserved. Even Delilah seemed to love Mother’s new boyfriend. After all the guy was always going off on how great her sister was, how much of a future the other girl was sure to have. He even paid to send Lilah to some private dance academy, a school where her sister would be able to learn from some of the best instructors in England.
But Finley had never gotten that lucky. Whenever she was around Elijah, she never felt welcome. She always seemed to be tossed in her sister’s shadow, with Jon making snide comments about how she should try to be more like Lilah. How she wasn’t doing anything to bring pride her family. She felt like second best. As if no matter what how hard she worked to improve herself, she’d never get the recognition she’d deserved.
So she tried to run away. Run off to live with her father. Finley arrived at her father’s home, knocking on it viciously with her small hands. When he came out to answer the door, Rider looked down in surprise but he didn’t turn her away. Nor did he call her mother right away. Instead she was welcome inside the home, where she curled up on the couch and just went off on how much she hated living with Elijah. How she felt like she didn’t belong. She remained with her father for over two weeks before her mother decided to send someone for her. Not just anyone, but the very last person she wanted to see. Elijah.
As soon as she noticed her mother’s boyfriend storming up the path toward her father’s house, Finley did everything she could in order to try to hide. Not that it helped. Immediately she could hear the two men arguing, while her father took a stand that she had every right to be there if she wanted to be. Time passed by and eventually, Elijah found her. His eyes narrowed down at her, while immediately yelling at her. Each word out of his mouth telling her how she was only making her mother worry, and how she was bringing shame onto the family.
Defiance lit behind her eyes, as she stared up at Elijah trying to fight back every little urge to argue back. To stoop to that man’s level. ”I have every right to be here! At least I feel like I belong. And Dad doesn’t treat me like I’m worthless… like I’m nothing but a disappointment.” She wasn’t sure what made her say it. If it was the angry that kept growing the more she stared at Elijah, or the way he seemed to be looking right through her. Like he would rather have nothing to do with her, if her mother hadn’t sent him to retrieve her. Still she’d tried to stand up to him, fighting back as he reached out to grab ahold of her arm in an attempt to drag her out of the room. ”I’m not going! Why can’t you just leave me alone, asshole?” She practically screamed as the grip on her arm tightened, hurting her.
<Slap!> The sound of his hand hitting her face resonated around the room. Tears welled up behind her eyes instantly, as she looked up at Elijah with a cold fury. In an instant her father was there, jumping in front of her in a protective stance. Even if she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was angry. Just the way Dad’s body shook told all, and then the punch he threw only further proved that Elijah had crossed a line that he really shouldn’t have. ”Don’t you ever touch my daughter ever again. Next time you’ll get so much more than a weak punch.” Dad’s voice was practically a growl, the warning clear. It was the first time she’d ever heard her dad so angry. Elijah glared at Dad for several minutes before backing out to leave. While he was backing out, Finley displayed her first use of real magic. She managed to send out a blast, pushing Elijah, and making him fall down to the ground. Just that set her mind at ease. She had managed to pay him back in her own way, and a look of smug pride crossed her face as she watched him storm off her dad’s property.
The following months were spent with Finley stuck in the middle of a constant back and forth battle, with both her parents arguing over who she should be allowed to live with. After the encounter with Elijah it became clear that she didn’t want to live with her mother, despite whatever pleas Raina tried to make in favor of such an action. In the end both parents agreed to let Finley make the final choice. It was a choice she didn’t have to think too long about. Her fear of Elijah hurting her again outweighed everything else. Truth was, she didn’t feel welcome around that man. So she chose to live with her father, only feeling a little sorry when she saw her mother crying over the decision. Weeping over the loss of one of her daughters, before repeating the words Elijah had said to her earlier. That she was nothing but a disappointment. It hurt to hear her own mother say such things, but she had made her choice and she’d be much better for it.
Two months before her eleventh birthday, Finley went camping with a group of children from her neighborhood. Even if she didn’t feel like she was friends with any of them, she did her best to enjoy her time and have fun. And she did. Just because she spent most of her time alone, didn’t mean the trip wasn’t enjoyable. It wasn’t the most traditional camping experience. Instead of being in the woods, they were near the ocean.
What started out as a camping trip near the beach, turned into a series of surfing lessons. Finley was out trying her hand at surfing, when she lost control of her board and it flipped over while she was on it, causing her to fall. Unable to mentally prepare herself for the fall, Finley’s first reaction was to panic. As waves moved around her, she fought desperately to keep her head above the water. As more waves hit her face, the panic grew and she felt her body begin to sink. No one had seemed to notice her, as she inevitably entered the early stages of drowning. The moment her head was completely under the water, it didn’t take long for it to begin filling her lungs. Fighting felt useless, as every time she’d pop her head above the water it would only get pushed down once again. Minutes passed by before her vision grew blurry. She was on the verge of passing out, when the surf instructor grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back up to the surface. All the adults present helped get her back to the shore, and tending to her until she regained consciousness.
Finley awoke on the beach, her eyes staring up into the face of one of the parents of the other kids. The adult who had organized the whole trip. After coughing and spitting out water from her lungs, she asked to be taken back to the beach cabin. For the rest of the trip she chose to remain inside at all times. Too afraid to go near the ocean for the rest of the trip. If she did go outside, she made sure to stay as far away from the water as possible. Coming close to drowning once enough, and she never wanted to be out in open water again. She would do whatever she could to avoid it.
With Finley’s eleventh birthday came a letter inviting her to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As she read through the contents, her eyes lit up with fascination. Ever since she had first used her magic, a part of her had always felt like an outcast amongst other children. Making friends had been difficult, with much of her school days being filled with her sitting alone focusing on her studies, or reading comics or fantasy books. Suddenly she had access to a whole new school, one that would teach her how to control her magical abilities. It excited her to an extent, with her immediately begging her father if she could attend. Even if he was still clueless in many ways regarding magic, it was difficult to say no. After all, at the end of the day he wanted his daughter to grow up and be happy. To make friends, and even if he had no knowledge about magic, he knew it would be good for Finley to learn about her abilities.
The journey to Hogwarts was relatively quiet. She managed to find a compartment that was mostly empty, except for one other person around her age. Just like her they were entering their first year, while being more than happy to keep things quiet. Finley exchanged brief greetings when necessary, but otherwise things were quiet. A peaceful kind of quiet that she could appreciate. So instead of stressing about having being social, she took the time to read until the train arrived.
Hogwarts its self was a rather beautiful sight. As soon as she first laid her eyes on the castle, Finley felt a girlish excitement that came over the idea of living in a castle. A genuine castle. It was something many girls had dreamed about, yet just by being able to use magic she had been granted to live in one. Live in a school that would help her learn to hone her abilities. During the sorting ceremony she found herself sorted into Gryffindor, after the hat took it’s time trying to decide whether she belonged there or in Ravenclaw. She could easily find a home in both houses it said, however in the end it decided she was more suited to being one with the lions. Why she was uncertain? The moment she arrived at the table, she was greeted by a rather boisterous yell by one of the students, something that scared her more than feel welcome.
Finley’ s first year flew past without much trouble. She chose to remain to herself, focusing on her studies and doing her best in classes. The following years were mostly the same, though if someone tried to make conversation she’d do what she could return the gesture. Always remaining considerate and kind, Finley treated everyone as potential friends unless they treated her otherwise. She fell in love with transfiguration almost immediately, finding herself drawn to the subject matter more than anything. It sounded so complicated, but there was so many facets about it that were interesting. Potions proved to be her most hated class. Not because it was disinteresting, but because she always found herself struggling. Though despite her struggles, she worked hard to push through and make sure she at least passed. No matter how much she may have struggled with a subject, Finley refused to slack off in any way. Failure was unacceptable, and so she would endure even her most hated subjects to make that she didn’t fail.
As the years passed on, Finley found herself maintaining a specific regime. Eventually she found herself making a few friends, those who she had managed to make some form of connection with. However, with every friend there were also the bullies. Around her third year, Finley found herself growing more and more a target of others who found reason to push her around. Her love of fantasy novels made her a natural target, with people commenting how it was just muggle rubbish. Proof that muggles would never understand how magic really worked. Then there was her inability to stand up for herself only made her an easier target. No matter how often she endured having another student insult her, talking smack about her, or even going so far to push her around Finley always felt too timid to fight back. To stand up for herself, telling the bullies to just stop. Instead she allowed it to happen, deciding it was better for her to suffer than any of her friends. Though she’d always tell herself that if they dared mess with her friends, then she’d do something. No way in hell would so allow anyone to hurt anyone she considered a friend.
Upon entering her fourth year, Finley isn’t expecting things to get much better. Prepared to take on whatever the bullies throw at her, she’s anxious about whether or not she’ll ever truly fit in. Or if she’ll only end up being viewed as an outcast, someone who may never find a sense of belonging. It may be time for her to begin considering trying to get closer to her housemates, but for the time being she’d prefer to remain withdrawn. To stay away from the more lively and intimidating members of her house, and just do what she wants. Whether it’s practicing to dance in private, reading her comics or books, or even trying to decide what to draw in her sketchbook. She just wants to survive through school, maintain relatively high marks, and not draw too much attention onto herself. She isn’t ready to take the spotlight yet. However, despite that she decided to join the drama club on a whim, as an actress, even if she’s not planning on trying out for any large roles. Small bit roles are fine, maybe even dance if a role allows for it, but she’d rather remain in the background for now. She’s not sure if she’s ready for the spotlight, uncertain if she’ll ever be. Of course, even that one small step might help her grow more confident in the long run, and help her become a little less withdrawn over time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR [ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? ] Crystal [ AGE ] twenty-six [ MAIN ACCOUNT ] this one! [ OTHER CHARACTERS ] only little Finley here, for now [ RULES PASSWORD ] Lumos!! [ RP SAMPLE ] Never would she consider herself an exquisite artist. Her skills weren’t that advanced to deserve to be considered as such. Finley was well aware where her skills lie, how average she was to say the least. Drawing had always been more of a side hobby. Something for her to do between studying and practicing whatever dance she felt compelled to improve herself in for the day. Socializing though, well she never worried too much what took over whatever time she may have had to go out and talk to others. Drawing was the perfect distraction. All Finley had to do was perch herself in a seat, or on the ground, somewhere and pull out her sketchbook before searching through her bag for a pencil that was no doubt buried near the bottom. It was something to do when there was no studying to do, another way to avoid unwanted attention or even keeping a low profile.
Finley had been sitting against the tree for the past hour or so, with the open book propped against her legs, and pencil sticking out of the spiraled spine. The page she had opened up to was still blank with no signs of even a line to mark the paper. Her mind raced to find inspiration, eyes darting around the grounds in search of something that would catch her attention. At tree, a bird nestled nearby, just something. The more she searched only to find nothing, the more she began questioning if she’d made the right decision. With little motivation to put her pencil on the paper and create, the Ravenclaw girl was questioning whether she should turn her attention elsewhere. To ease her mind. Relax and enjoy nature before the sun began to set and darkness swept over the grounds.
Sighing softly Finley closed her sketchbook for the time being, her gaze turning to stare out in the direction of the lake. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the most perfect location she could have found. The grass was soft under her legs, with her body situated where she could easily lean back against the tree. She smiled softly while taking everything in. Nature was always beautiful, calming. It was always difficult to find herself in any other mood when outside. It felt only better to enjoy the time in solitude, away from anyone who might ruin the quiet with their loud mouth. She felt at perfect bliss.
Several minutes seemed to pass by before her eyes spotted a flower in the distance. The shade of blue of its petals reminded her of one she had picked while out hiking over the summer. And the way it caught the light of the sun’s rays helped it stand out perfectly. Stand out just enough where before she knew it, Fin felt the inspiration hit her. She knew what she wanted to draw. Propping her sketchbook up against her legs once again, Finley opened it up to a blank page while gripping her pencil between her fingers. As soon as everything was set up, no time was wasted before she was motioning her pencil across the page, intent on sketching the flower in her line of sight.
She was halfway finished when her hand suddenly stopped moving, as a shadow moved over the page. Honestly speaking, it hadn’t bothered her too much. From what she could tell the shadow belonged to another person, and from someone who must have only just approached her. Still a hesitance to reveal what she had been doing took over, as Finley nervously shut the sketchbook in a fluid motion before cramming everything back inside her bag. Even if whoever had approached had yet to say anything, her mind immediately began wondering what she should do. Had they left? Or were they just being quiet, staying quiet while watching her. That thought alone sent a slight shiver down her spine, no matter how foolish it may have been. No, no she was just being silly. It was probably just another student wandering past, with no thoughts going through their head about who or what she was doing.
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Sept 24, 2016 16:53:25 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 24, 2016 16:53:25 GMT -6
AISLINN CLARA BISHOP BASIC INFORMATION [ Aislinn Clara Bishop ] [ NICKNAME ] Linn, Bunny (Pack only) [ DATE OF BIRTH ] August 15, 2005 [ AGE ] 11 [ SCHOOL ] Hogwarts [ HOUSE ] Hufflepuff [ YEAR ] 1st [ GENDER ] female [ SEXUALITY ] unsure [ BLOOD STATUS ] Half-blood [ WAND ] 11”, willow, unicorn hair [ ORGANIZATIONS OR CLUBS] N/A [ SPECIAL ABILITY] Seer [ FACECLAIM ] Bella Thorne
WHO ARE YOU? [ LIKES ] + Her friends + strawberries + exploring + reading + comics + video games + sweets + sports + mischief + cute animals + plushies [ DISLIKES ] + Sharks + fighting + getting in trouble + broccoli + Nightmares + seeing bad things (visions) + meanie butts + meat + being separated from her friends [ STRENGTHS ] + understanding + loyal + passionate + curious [ WEAKNESSES ] + shy + mischievous + waking up in the morning + stubborn [ DEMENTOR ] Being so young, she has been rather fortunate not to have experienced anything too traumatic. Her worst memory to date would probably be when her Grandfather died. She used to always love visiting him, and listening to his stories, and it shook her hard when she learned that he had passed on. [ MIRROR OF ERISED ] Aislinn genuinely doesn’t know what she wants. She’s still young, and like most children her dreams are always changing. All she really wants at the moment is to for the brat pack to be best friends forever. She wants to stick by her friends, going on all kinds of wacky and fun adventures with them, while causing a bit of mischief on the side. [ AMORTENTIA ] Strawberries, freshly fallen leaves, fireworks [ BOGGART ] Sharks. Ever since she was little, Aislinn has always had an irrational fear of sharks. Despite never actually encountered on, or rarely visiting the ocean she is terrified of the creatures. There’s just something about them that scream evil to her. She doesn’t trust the creatures, and would rather never risk coming across one. [ VERITASERUM ] She really likes comics, video games, manga, anime and pretty much all nerdy things. She’s not sure why she keeps it a secret, well other than a possibility of other students bullying her and making her feel like she’s different. Or telling her that she’s just going through a stupid phase, and needs to get over it. Poor little Bunny has yet to embrace her nerdiness. [ PATRONUS] [what form your patronus takes, if you can make one] [ PERSONALITY ] To many, Aislinn has often been described as cute and almost innocent. There’s a reason why her friends call her bunny, mostly because she’s considered the cute one of the group. She’s mostly a friendly and considerate girl, who doesn’t mind listening to others complaining especially if it helps her friends feel better after a long, boring day. Around strangers and people who she doesn’t know very well, Aislinn has a habit of becoming rather shy and timid. Social interaction becomes awkward, and she often finds herself growing warier the longer she feels forced to be in a situation. It can take her awhile to become comfortable around others, and naturally it’s easier for her to be around strangers who are more quiet, more patient, and won’t scare her with their loud, obnoxious antics. There are occasions she finds herself just immediately clicking with someone however, no matter what their personality may be. Like her friends. She can’t explain why, but she never felt uncomfortable around them. Aislinn found herself liking them immediately, and wanting to hang out with them.
Watching how she interacts with her friends, reveals that once she opens up to others then she can become so much more than just a shy little girl. While she still doesn’t appear to be the most social, she cares genuinely for each and every member of the pack. They accept her for who she is, and bring out the best and worst for her. It’s easy to talk with them, and there’s rarely ever a boring day to be had. Her wonder and sense of adventure becomes apparent, as she will be just as eager to sneak into the Forbidden Forest in order to explore as anyone else. Maybe more than others. However, her mischievous side is also brought out, which may or may not come as a huge surprise. Aislinn can be surprisingly cunning, always watching and observing a surrounding area in order to make sure a prank goes off without a hitch. As much as she loves watching the pranks happen, she often finds herself working in the background. Helping to plan, and taking action from a distance. If something needs to be thrown, then she’ll be ready to do it. Staying hidden is what she’s good at, and sometimes the best pranks need someone hiding in the shadows in order to guarantee they are successful. Occasionally she’ll try to use her innocence and cuteness to her advantage, in way of trying to convince adults that they were just having fun. That they hadn’t done anything wrong.
Buried deep down underneath the surface, there lies a fiery temper that rarely flares up. Mostly due to an innate stubbornness, and refusal to back down once she decides she can do something. However, there’s no denying that she’s passionate about the things she loves and believes in. Upon hearing someone insult or say something she disagrees with, a part of Bunny is will debate trying to shout out, try to call them out for being wrong. Though she rarely does, if only because some of her inert shyness almost always stops her. Instead she tends to remain quiet, sometimes hiding and watching things go down without doing anything. She’ll let people insult and bully her without trying to make a stand for herself, only to run back into her room, taking her anger out on one of her plush animals or pillow. On occasion she feels as if she’s the weakest amongst her group of friends, the one who always thinks about running and hiding from the mean students and others who might give her a hard time.
THE FAMILY TREE [ MOTHER ] [ Cintia Raina Bishop ] [ 35 ] [ Healer ] [ Half-blood ] [ FATHER ] [ Alexander Chase Bishop ] [ 37 ] [ Occupation ] [ Half-blood ] [ BROTHER ] [ Landry Reese Bishop ] [ 15 ] [ Student ] [ Blood Status ]
WAY BACK WHEN... [ HOMETOWN ] Bellmora, England [ CURRENT RESIDENCE ] Hogwarts [ PETS ] An eagle owl named Midna. [ HISTORY ] Like many stories, this is one that begins with a tale of two people meeting. After having suffered a horrible breakup with his high school sweetheart, Alexander Bishop decided to listen to a couple of his friends and give the blind dating scene a try. He wasn’t expecting anything to come of it. Really it started out as more of a joke, something to do while recovering from having his heart ripped out. But it was through one of the dating services that he managed to meet one Cintia Farkas. A young woman training to be a healer, who was possibly one of the most honest people he had ever talked to through the dating service.
While sending letters back and forth, the two managed to keep in touch for months, getting to know each other before realizing that there was some form of connection between them. One that made both want to meet each other, and before either knew it they were making arrangements for their first date. The date itself went surprisingly well, ending with Alexander and Cintia agreeing to on another. Then another, then another, and as more time passed Alexander soon found himself falling madly in love with the woman who he’d randomly through some weird dating service. And Cintia returned the same feelings. A couple years passed by before Alexander knew for sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the woman, couldn’t imagine life without her, and worked up the courage to pop the question. Cintia answered immediately with a loud yes, and after months of planning the two of them were happily married in front of all their friends and family. The honeymoon phase came and went, and nine months later Cintia gave birth to their first son. A beautiful baby boy, who both parents agreed to name Landry.
A little over four years later the small family was settling down comfortably, when Cinti discovered she was expecting once again. During the early months of the pregnancy, both parents made the decision to move to Bellmora Village in England. An established wizarding village founded by Absinthe Bellmore who was a former student of one Helga Hufflepuff, the history of the village was something that fascinated both Cintia and Alexander. Absinthe had set out to create a community for wizarding families to gather, and now centuries later it had achieved a reputation of being a peaceful, prosperous place where parents could raise their families in peace. The sort of village that appealed to two parents looking for a new home where their growing family would find comfort. Months after they had settled into the village, Cintia gave birth to a little girl. Aislinn Clara Bishop was born.
Her early years of childhood were relatively normal. Both her parents managed steady jobs, while maintaining schedules that allowed them to look after the children. At first Aislinn spent most of her time alongside her brother. Even if they were four year a part, she enjoyed being around him. He was always so energetic and fun to be around, and the two just enjoyed playing video games together. Even if Landry had a habit of playing the annoying protective, older brother role she still loved him. Around other children, Aislinn was mostly shy and quiet. She never really went out of her way to try to make friends. No one really seemed to click with her, either that or it was difficult to tell if any of them would actually like her.
It wasn’t until she started attending the local school, when Linn finally found herself making friends. She met four other children who all seemed cool, and despite her initial shyness she took to them right away. Aislinn found herself enjoying hanging out with her new friends relatively quickly, with the group becoming affectionately known as the Brat Pack – or just the Pack, as she liked to call their little group. Pack just sounded better in her head, less mean, and besides none of them were bratty in anyway. They were all too awesome for that!
Her first use of magic came when she was eight, along with her first real vision as a seer. Throughout the evening, Aislinn kept feeling as if something bad would happen. She struggled to fall asleep during the night, and when she finally did she was met with a nightmare the second she lost consciousness. A nightmare where she saw her grandfather in the hospital struggling to breath, surrounded by healers who desperately tried to save him. She woke in a cold sweat – and tears leaking from her eyes – and immediately called out for her mum and dad. When they didn’t answer immediately she ran to her brother, and somehow managed to throw a game controller at his head in order to wake him up. Magic. It was magic, just like she’d watched Landry do a few times in the past. Landry woke up mildly annoyed, but as soon he saw his sister’s face he calmed down; listening as Aislinn went on to explain everything she saw. The two ran to tell their parents, though it was difficult to tell if either took her seriously at first. Still her mother tried to comfort her, while muttering reassurances that everything would be alright. That nothing would happen to grandpa.
Two weeks later they received word that her grandpa had collapsed while at work, and had been in the hospital ever since where he was struggling to breath. The cause was unknown at the time, but a few healers found reason to suspect poison might have been involved. Aislinn grew terrified upon hearing the news, fearing that her nightmare had been real. She went to the hospital every day with either her mother or father, wanting an excuse to spend more time with her grandpa. To say good bye if the worst should come. The worst did indeed happen. Six days after being admitted into the hospital, her grandpa passed away unable to fully heal from the incident. Poison was later found in his veins, leader a few healers to suspect someone had injected him with something that caused his breathing to become sporadic.
Aislinn was devastated to have experienced such a lost. She had always loved her grandpa, loved listening to his stories or just spending time with him. After the funeral, she spent days holed up in her room in mourning. Refusing to go outside, and avoiding her friends in the process. Her brother was there for her at least, stubbornly refusing to allow her to spend every minute alone. After enough time had passed she eventually shifted back into her old self, and found strength to begin hanging out with her friends once more.
Aislinn’s eleventh birthday eventually arrived, as did her Hogwarts letter. Over the summer, she had become increasingly nervous that she wouldn’t get her letter in time. As she heard about all of her friends receiving their letters, she began questioning if she would be left alone once school started. Left alone, having to wait a whole year before joining the pack at Hogwarts. As soon as her letter arrived, Aislinn let out a squeal of delight before running around and showing everyone she could that it had come. She’d be going to Hogwarts, and not be left behind.
While on the train, she made sure to sit in the same compartment with the rest of the pack, after watching her brother go off to join his own group of friends. No way would she let herself be separated from her friends. They were the best when together, and she wanted to enjoy every minute possible exploring the castle and getting into trouble with her pack mates. However, as she arrived at the castle and the time came for her to be sorted, Aislinn would be sorely disappointed. As soon as the hat touched her head, it began scrutinizing her while trying to decide which house she’d best fit in. Seconds passed before it suddenly shouted out Hufflepuff. Aislinn nervously joined the correct table, while watching and waiting to see where her friends would be sorted.
Each went up one by one and none joined her at her table. Only two managed to remain together, being sorted in the same house. Aislinn on the other hand was alone, separated from her friends like she’d feared. Desperate to find someone she knew in her house, her eyes sought out her older brother. Surely the hat wouldn’t be evil enough to separate her from Landry, would it? She eventually found him sitting over with the students wearing blue – Ravenclaw if she remembered, correctly – and her eyes turned downward as she gradually dug into her meal. She spent the night debating whether there had been a mistake, whether she was sorted into the right house. All the others sounded so cool in their own right, but Hufflepuff… she wasn’t sure what to think of it.
Her first week into the new school year passed by, with her struggling to decide how she felt about the entire thing. At the very least she was able to see her friends in classes. That was a plus. Not to mention, her brother sought her out during her first day of classes to help her find her way around the castle. Just seeing everyone was enough the calm her nerves a little. It also made her determined to find a way to spend as much time with the pack as possible. Just because the sorting hat had decided to separate them it didn’t mean she would allow that to remain true. She’d find a way to hang out with her friends. To have fun and cause mischief with them as much as possible. ABOUT THE AUTHOR [ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? ] Crystal [ AGE ] 26 [ MAIN ACCOUNT ] @finley [ OTHER CHARACTERS ] @finley [ RULES PASSWORD ] Lumos! [ RP SAMPLE ] That feeling was hitting her again. A strange sensation, one that always told her that something bad was going to happen. That she’d see something eventually. It was a rare occurance, and something Aislinn wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. Visions. That had been a word she’d seen written in one of the books she’d found in the library. She still didn’t understand her ability in its fullest, but since arriving at the school she’d done all she could to try to learn about it. To read about the visions she had, and about what it was she was exactly. A seer. That was the title given in all of the books. She could understand that much, and even a little more. More than some might assume, after all she wasn’t dumb. She was a smart girl, one who was willing to work her butt off in order to perform well in her classes. Having weird visions and being a bit of a nerd were enough problems that could get her picked on; she didn’t want to be hassled for being stupid either.
And she wouldn’t.
The headache came while she was moving through one of the aisles of the library, looking for one of the books she needed in order to complete her Potions homework. Her hand gripped the shelf as the pain increased, shooting through her body before suddenly she didn’t see the library. Didn’t see anyone around her. Or well she did, except she was outside. Aislinn saw the quiddtich field, and a few students racing around the field while taking advantage of all the teams not taking over the field for practice. One figure stood out amongst the others, a male wearing the blue of Ravenclaw. Her brother. It was Landry, and immediately a feeling of dread filled inside Linn’s gut.
There was nothing she could do, except watch Landry fly around the field full of confidence that he would win. It was as he was about to cross the imaginary finish line that she noticed one of the students, clad in green, lifting up his wand before sending some spell toward her brother. Aislinn didn’t hear what it was, but she did see it hit her brother in the back. Saw it hurling Landry off his broom, and watched his body fall down onto the hard ground below.
Gasping for breath, Aislinn opened her eyes and found herself back into the library. In a panic she began looking around, searching for wherever Landry was. He was a Ravenclaw, and many in his house often lurked around the library. There was no sign of her brother though. Aislinn nervously walked around the library, seeking out anyone clad in blue who might know her brother. Finding a girl sitting alone at one of the tables, one who looked to be around the same age as Landry. Even if she wasn’t his friend, maybe she’d know him. “Uh… hi.” She greeted nervously, hands clinging to her robes as she tried to keep her composure. Tried not to make a fool of herself. The girl looked up with an annoyed look plastered on her face – probably because she had been interrupted from whatever it was she was studying – but seemed content to listen to whatever Aislinn had to say. “Have you seen Landry? Landry Bishop? I need to find him, quick. I’m um… I’m his sister.”
Aislinn watched as the girl nodded in understanding before pointing in a direction just outside the door, indicating that Landry may have just left. Aislinn muttered a quick thank you as the girl went back to studying, and quickly proceeded to run outside the library in search for her brother. It didn’t take long to find him. She caught sight of the tall boy just as he was about to approach a few of his friends.
“Landry, wait up!” Shouting as she ran up beside him, Aislinn stopped suddenly to grasp onto her brother’s robes. “Don’t… Don’t go to the quiddtich pitch. Please.” Her eyes glanced up to meet her brother’s, pleading with him to listen. She needed to warn him. To warn him of the things she had seen, and to warn him if possible. That is if he’d even listen, as his eyes seemed to be questioning whether she was acting crazy or not. Still, she needed to warn him. If it was possible to stop her brother from spending a few days in the hospital wing then all the better. She just didn’t want her brother to get hurt, especially by some stupid meanie butt cheater.
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Sept 24, 2016 23:31:19 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 24, 2016 23:31:19 GMT -6
KIERAN MIDDLE GRAVES BASIC INFORMATION [ KIERAN GRAVES ] [ NICKNAME ] He might answer to Ran, might. It really depends on who you are, and how much he likes you. Most people who try to think of witty nicknames for him are usually met with disdain and violence. For the most part he really hates nicknames. [ DATE OF BIRTH ] December 5 [ AGE ] 21 [ GENDER ] Male [ SEXUALITY ] Pansexual [ BLOOD STATUS ] Pureblood [ WAND ] 11”, blackthorn, dragon heartstring [ FORMER HOUSE ] attended Ilvermorny, Thunderbird [ OCCUPATION ] Black Market Dealer, Owner of the Dragon’s Sin [ ORGANIZATIONS] Death Eater [ SPECIAL ABILITY] Seer [ FACECLAIM ] Richard Harmon
WHO ARE YOU? [ LIKES ] Running, books, dark magic, chocolate, knowledge, being in control, mind games, torture, motorcycles, dogs, drugs, lightning, storms, sex, dark artifacts, history, respect, weapons, bubble tea [ DISLIKES ] Being mocked, losing, idiots, centipedes, muggles, blood stains, laughter, rats, slowness, boredom, not being able to do what he wants, ignorance, failure, hiding [ STRENGTHS ] Cunning Adaptive Manipulative Fighting [ WEAKNESSES ] Impatient Vengeful Sadistic Working with others [ DEMENTOR ] Hiding in a closet, while watching his father being murdered by one of the man’s rivals. [ MIRROR OF ERISED ] It’s difficult to say what he’d see, as Kieran isn’t much for planning ahead. He’s more of a live in the moment kind of person. If he were to take a glance in the mirror, then he’d probably see himself standing over the bodies of all his enemies. He wants to kill all those who have wronged him, to get revenge against those who attacked his family. Other than that he merely wants his business to successfully succeed. Selling illegal artifacts to any and all who feel an urge to purchase them, while maintaining the club as an undercover operation. [ AMORTENTIA ] chocolate, old books, air while it’s raining [ BOGGART ] Being locked in Azkaban, or even just the feeling of being trapped in one location. [ VERITASERUM ] That he sells illegal items in the basement of his club. Only those who are interested, and know the code word are allowed access to his black market dealings. And getting that information isn’t exactly easy. [ PATRONUS] Hyena [ PERSONALITY ] This needs to be at least 1 paragraph about your personality.
THE FAMILY TREE [ MOTHER ] [ Nyla Serenity Graves ] [ 50 ] [ Journalist ] [ Pureblood ] [ FATHER ] [ Sebastian Rylan Graves ] [ deceased ] [ Gang leader ] [ Pureblood ] [ SISTER ] [ Selena Ivy Graves ] [ 26 ] [ Model ] [ Pureblood ]
WAY BACK WHEN... [ HOMETOWN ] Chicago, Illinois [ CURRENT RESIDENCE ] Bristol, England [ PETS ] [ HISTORY ] The history of your character needs to be at least three paragraphs. REMEMBER: The older you are, the longer this should be. If you have a special ability include it. Include when your magic manifested, when you got your letter, when you got sorted, and other things like that for length. ABOUT THE AUTHOR [ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? ] [ Alias here ] [ AGE ] [ MAIN ACCOUNT ] [ if this is your first character, this is your main account ] [ OTHER CHARACTERS ] [ please link an ic post you made within one month of posting this application to prove activity ] [ RULES PASSWORD ] [ PUT IT HERE PLEASE. ] [ RP SAMPLE ] Only necessary if this is your first character, or if you are applying for a special ability. If that is the case, please include an RP sample of your character using their special ability. If this is not your first character, or you don't have a special ability, you may leave this section blank.
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Sept 25, 2016 21:04:11 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Sept 25, 2016 21:04:11 GMT -6
DANA ILIANA PETROV BASIC INFORMATION [ Dana Iliana Petrov ] [ NICKNAME ] N/A [ DATE OF BIRTH ] March 21, 2004 [ AGE ] 16 [ SCHOOL ] Durmstrang [ HOUSE ] Mímisbrunnr [ YEAR ] Sixth [ GENDER ] female [ SEXUALITY ] Demisexual [ BLOOD STATUS ] Half-blood [ WAND ] 12”, acacia, griffon feather [ ORGANIZATIONS OR CLUBS] Mímisbrunnr Quidditch team, beater [ SPECIAL ABILITY] N/A [ FACECLAIM ] Nina Dobrev
WHO ARE YOU? [ LIKES ] + History + Learning + Dark Arts + Cats + Pizza + Coffee + Quidditch + Martial Arts [ DISLIKES ] + Wasting time + Idiots + Failure + Laziness + Group projects + Feeling insecure + Spiders + Ice [ STRENGTHS ] + Intelligent + Self-reliant + Athletic + Ambitious [ WEAKNESSES ] + Direct + Judgmental + Callous + Insecure [ DEMENTOR ] The day her father slapped her for the first time ever. It was the start of him changing, and becoming more and more abusive toward her. [ MIRROR OF ERISED ] To graduate as one of the top students at Durmstrang, and go on to become a kickass Auror. Or maybe a Quidditch player. She hasn’t quite decided what exactly she wants to do, yet. [ AMORTENTIA ] smoke, rose, caramel [ BOGGART ] Utter failure, the boggart would probably take the form of a pile of papers calling her a failure, as well as a broken broom lying below her feet. She fears ultimately failing in everything she does. [ VERITASERUM ] [ PATRONUS] Raven [ PERSONALITY ] Coming from a strict upbringing, with high expectations set out for her, Dana can come off as being rather cold upon first impressions. She’s one to take all matters seriously, particularly those that will determine whether or not she succeeds in whatever she seeks out to accomplish. Laziness and idiocies are two things she’d rather not deal with if she can help it. And dealing with individual who show such traits get under her nerves rather quickly, particularly if she’s forced to work with them. With her high standards set towards herself, there is no doubt Dana is judgmental. She expects those around her to work just as hard as she does, while putting in their required effort. Her teammates are judged even more harshly, with even the slightest bit of laziness making her question whether or not they’re taking things seriously. Looking at her, some might call her a cold hearted bitch, someone who has no sense of humor. No sense of fun. In reality, she is just serious in wanting to succeed, wanting to impress her father in some way. She doesn’t want to be a disappointment, and as a result it’s easy for her to be too harsh.
Around those she considers her friends, Dana will lighten up somewhat. She’s still a little uptight and serious, but she’ll laugh and socialize when needed. Parties though, aren’t really her thing. And even her friends aren’t always immune to her rather sharp tongue. If she thinks someone close to her is being stupid, or doing something to make themselves look bad, make no mistake she will call them out for it. However, she is still rather protective of her friends. She doesn’t have many, and doesn’t want to see any of them ruin their lives. No matter how harsh her words may be, she is almost always watching out for them.
Underneath her hard persona, lies a girl ridden with insecurities. Raised by a father who placed high expectations on her from a young age, Dana is always trying to do whatever she can to impress him. To make him say he’s proud of her. Instead she’s met with disappointment, as he finds reason after reason to not tell her what she wants to hear. Always saying that she needs to do better. Not to mention sometimes she even questions if he ever really sees her. The idea of failure terrifies her more than anything. If she fails she might be cast out of her family, forever seen as a disappointment.
When it comes to romance, Dana becomes even more terrified. Afraid that falling in love might distract her; might make her let down her guard and mess up in unrepairable ways. But sometimes she wishes to experience some kind of romance. To find a guy who will treat her special, and give her the attention she deserves. The attention she has been seeking for so long, but no one else has ever given her. Deep down she wants to find someone who can soften her up, and maybe bring out her softer, gentler side.
THE FAMILY TREE [ MOTHER ] [ Alekandra Eva Petrov ] [ would be 38 ] [ Hit-Witch ] [ Half-blood ] [ FATHER ] [ Dragan Aspen Petrov ] [ 40 ] [ Unspeakable, secret Death Eater ] [ Pureblood ] [ STEP-MOTHER ] [ Katerina Lala Petrov ] [ 36 ] [ secret Death Eater ] [ Pureblood ]
WAY BACK WHEN... [ HOMETOWN ] Ruse, Bulgaria [ CURRENT RESIDENCE ] Durmstrang, Ruse, Bulgaria when not at school [ PETS ] Siberian cat named Aleksi [ HISTORY ] No one expected Dragan Petrov to find love elsewhere, to turn down the arranged marriage his parents had fought so hard to set up for him. But love is a complicated thing. He found it in a small coffee shop, one where a captivating young woman worked at. Alekandra Romanov caught his attention right away. From the spirited energy that radiated off her, to the way she never took any shit from anyone. Himself included. He had been an asshole during their first meeting, and after the verbal beating she gave him he fell in love immediately. Dragan pursued her continually, continuously asking her out until one day she gave him and accepted. One date turned into many, and before he knew Dragan had completely fallen for the young Hit-Witch. Two years after their relationship had begun, he finally worked up the courage to propose. And she accepted. The wedding happened soon after, much to his parent’s horror. A half-blood, he had decided to marry a half-blood instead of the beautiful pureblood they had tried so hard to set him up with. Despite being a disappointment in his family’s eyes, he knew he couldn’t have changed his mind even if he wanted to.
After the wedding came the honeymoon phase, and another eleven months later Aleksandra gave birth to their first child. The first in what they hoped would be many more. A beautiful baby girl who they named Dana Illiana Petrov.
It seemed fate never wanted Dana to have the privilege of ever truly bonding with her mother. When she was only two years old, Aleksandra was found dead in a small village just outside Ruse, Bulgaria. Her body had been torn to shreds, with all signs pointing to a werewolf being the culprit. One who assumingly had never taken his wolfsbane potion before transforming. Upon hearing the news, Dragan was stricken with grief. For days he found it almost impossible to look at little Dana, instead calling his sister to help take care of her. For two whole years it was almost impossible for him to be there for his daughter, to show her the love and compassion she needed. Instead all she ever did was remind him of his late wife.
As Dana grew older, Dragan slowly dragged himself back into her life, deciding it was time for him to be a father. But he was never a kind father. He was strict, setting high expectations for her. Always telling her that she needed to make the family proud – to be strong, determined, and always stressing how failure couldn’t be allowed. As soon as he felt she was capable of it, he made her attend different martial arts lessons. At night he instructed her about magic, teaching her everything his parents had taught him. Although some small degree of hesitance always made him pause when it came to sharing his pureblood supremacist beliefs. Almost as if he could see Aleksandra in her. Dana’s resemblance to her mother was only growing stronger, serving as a constant reminder that she was indeed a half-blood.
She was eight years old when her father decided to remarry. From day one, Dana took an instant disliking to the woman who would serve as her step-mother. She knew immediately that the woman wanted to make her life a living hell, with it only becoming more obvious as Katerina spouted nonsense how Dana’s blood was tainted. How a half-blood could never live up to the Petrov name? There were many times where she couldn’t hold back, as she threw a few weak punches at the woman’s face. The fighting never faded, even as she grew older. There were more than a few times Dana accidentally used magic to set her stepmother’s dress on fire, or throw a glass that would just barely miss the awful woman’s head.
The next couple years only became more and more worst, as Dana slowly saw her father actually fall in love with the bitch. Still she continued her training, and kept trying to win his attention, but every time he would look at her with disappointment. Always telling her that she wasn’t good enough. When she tried to protest for the first time – starting an argument about how hard she had been working – she was rewarded with a slap to the face. The first time Dragan had ever hit her, and it wouldn’t be the last. Her father had slowly begun to change, while remaining as harsh as ever. Whenever she spoke back or whispered slanderous things about Katerina, she was always met with some form of abuse. Whether it was light or major always depended on her father’s mood. Still she took the pain, choosing to believe that if she could handle it then maybe she’d win his attention. That she might prove that she could make him proud, and be the daughter he wanted her to be.
By the time she received her invite to attend Durmstrang Institute, Dana was more than a little relieved. She was eager to escape the confines, and the verbal and physical abuse she had come to suffer on an almost weekly basis. Or daily when it came to having her evil stepmother hurling insults at her, while trying to break her down with every word that the woman could think of. Which didn’t seem to be much, considering how frequent Katerina seemed to reuse particular insults. Still it hurt, and she was more than desperate to get away for the months she’d be living at school.
Her arrival at the school was rather uneventful. Dana sat through the opening ceremonies, observing her fellow students and trying to figure out who was what. She was sorted into Mímisbrunnr, immediately feeling confident that it might be the perfect place for her. Judging by other residents, it seemed to be the where all the intellectuals were placed. Those who chose to focus on their studies, just as much so as any physical activity that might be taught. Her first year was spent learning the ropes, and finding a suitable pattern that allowed her to perform to the best of her abilities.
Each year followed a similar pattern. She’d focus all her effort into her studies, doing whatever she could to ensure she managed to perform to the best of her abilities in all of her classes. Dana gradually became more and more serious, often choosing to judge or look down on anyone who came off as being lazy. She had no time to associate with such individuals, instead preferring to work alone when possible. Her cold, stern attitude made making friends difficult, but the ones she did manage to make she trusted. They were her kind of people. People who wanted to win, or be the best instead of slacking off.
In her fourth year, Dana took a risk and tried out for Quidditch. While her skills weren’t awful, it was clear that she needed more work. She had failed to make the team, a fact she refused to share with her father. Such a failure would only make him look down on her more, making it more difficult to win his attention. If she wanted to make the man proud and acknowledge her, then she needed to work harder. Needed to work at becoming one of the top students in her classes.
And work she did. With all the amount of time she spent between studying, practicing martial arts and Quidditch, there wasn’t much room to relax and have fun. Not that she needed fun. Parties were never of any interest to her, and any socializing that needed to be done would happen as time saw fit. She managed to make it onto the team in her fifth year, impressing the captain with her skills as a beater. Beater hadn’t been her first choice of position, but the more she played the more she took a liking to it. While she didn’t appear to have the strength of what was expected of one, Dana found ways to use her brains to help her strategize, finding new ways to take out opponents. With each game and practice, she found herself improving more and more.
The summer before her sixth year, Dana began to notice her father associating with a new group of friends. People who sent a chill down her spine every time she saw them, yet she didn’t question it. She assumed they were people the evil stepmother had introduced him to, and he was just being civil and interacting with them as needed. But each time he went out, she swore it took him longer and longer to return home each time. A few times she tried to catch his attention, to show him how much she was improving, but each time Dragan looked right through her. He’d shake his head with a look of disappointment, before telling her she still wasn’t good enough.
With the start of her sixth year approaching, Dana decided she needed to become more focused on hitting the books, while also working her ass off to make sure she always performed to the best of her abilities. Every attempt to grab her father’s attention always ended in failure, with the stress of it slowly beginning to drain on her. But she couldn’t give up. Wouldn’t give up. All she wants is to be acknowledged by the man, maybe even hear him tell her that he’s proud of her. Along with her studies and any physical training, Dana is also determined to try to do her best in Quidditch. After all, if she can help her house win, maybe Dragan would have no choice to acknowledge. To see that she was skilled in some form. The only real question is whether or not she’s pushing herself too hard? And if she is, how long will it take for her to break down?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR [ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? ] Crystal [ AGE ] 26 [ MAIN ACCOUNT ] @finley [ OTHER CHARACTERS ] @finley @aislinn @shaundi [ RULES PASSWORD ] Lumos!! [ RP SAMPLE ] Look at all my other babs
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Oct 14, 2016 14:07:24 GMT -6
Post by Krysta on Oct 14, 2016 14:07:24 GMT -6
LUCAS GRANT VANETTI BASIC INFORMATION [ Lucas Grant Vanetti ] [ NICKNAME ] Luke [ DATE OF BIRTH ] November 17, 2004 [ AGE ] 16 [ SCHOOL ] Hogwarts [ HOUSE ] Gryffindor [ YEAR ] Sixth [ GENDER ] Male [ SEXUALITY ] honestly he’s not entirely sure, and has no desire to try to figure out at the moment. [ BLOOD STATUS ] Pureblood [ WAND ] 11 ½”, vine, Irish phoenix [ ORGANIZATIONS OR CLUBS] Gryffindor Quidditch team, Reserve [ SPECIAL ABILITY] N/A [ FACECLAIM ] Daniel Sharman
WHO ARE YOU? [ LIKES ] + Quiddtich + Dogs + Rain + being outside and most outdoor activities + Tea + Quiet + Winter + Horses + Defense Against the Dark Arts + Cooking [ DISLIKES ] + Talking about how he’s feeling + People who mess with his friends – Only he can be a dick to them. No matter how obnoxious he may be, by the end of the day he trusts them. And they know he’s a close friend, even when he is being an asshole. + Abuse + Weakness + Walking in on a certain pair of friends while they’re in the midst of getting all hot and heavy. + Pushy individuals + Flirting (he just has no interest in anyone or any kind of romance at the moment, so just don’t even try) +Coffee + Cigarettes [ STRENGTHS ] + Athletic – He works out often, usually by hiking or jogging. Not to mention he’s been playing Quidditch for years, even if originally to help his friends practice. Now that he’s actually gone through with joining the team, he’s only going to be playing it more often. + Loyal – Despite how much of an asshole he may be, no one should ever question his loyalty his friends. He will always stand firmly beside them, supporting them, even sometimes saying what needs to be said in order to help snap one out of a rut. + Daring – He was sorted into Gryffindor, so is it really so difficult to believe that he’s more courageous and daring than he lets on. Just listen to some of the things that come out of his mouth, that should be enough to show how daring he can be. He may lack confidence, but a coward he is not. But then a bit of daring is probably required for when who hangs around @gabby, and often butts heads with her. + Intelligent – Despite his lack of confidence which causes him to perform poorly in classes, Luke is far from being stupid. He’s a rather intelligent individual, it’s just he needs motivation in order to perform well. Or help from someone who’s willing to reach out and push him to do his best. If he were to put in more effort, and believe in himself more, then he’d have no problem maintaining high marks in most of his classes. [ WEAKNESSES ] + Emotionally Distant – Ugh emotions… Can he just rather not talk about them. Luke would rather remain closed off and not think about whatever may be bothering him, no matter how necessary it may be. He struggles to open up to others, or even get too close anyone else who he isn’t already close to. + Sarcastic asshole – Oh this boy is good at tossing around the sarcasm, and teasing comments. He can be a dick and get under people’s skin easily, but it can also be his way of showing affection. Depending on who you are, the meaner he is may just be a sign that he values your friendship. Especially if he knows it will help snap a friend out of a rut. Doesn’t always mean it’s always welcome, especially when it’s more impulsive than anything. + Impulsive – He has a habit of doing things without thinking, whether by saying something he probably shouldn’t, or putting his body and health at risk. + Lacks confidence – Self-explanatory. Despite his intelligence, or skills on the pitch, he never feels like he’s good enough. He may not have tried out for Quidditch at all, if it wasn’t for having friends who pushed him into it. [ DEMENTOR ] His father throwing him through the window during one of his many angry outburst. [ MIRROR OF ERISED ] He would see himself standing tall and feeling confident in his abilities. Gryffindor would win the house cup, and he’d be standing proud next to his friends and teammates. No longer would he lack confidence, but instead finding joy in knowing that he’s not worthless or weak. [ AMORTENTIA ] jasmine, dog fur, a forest during a heavy storm [ BOGGART ] That his parents might be right. That no matter what he may do, he will always be worthless and weak. That he’s someone doomed to always fail and continue to disappoint everyone and anyone who tries to have any hope for him. [ VERITASERUM ] That he grew up in an abusive home, with both of his parents being equally guilty. His mother on a more psychological level, where as his father was the physical one. It’s difficult to say which was worst, but sometimes Luke believes his mother was the cruelest between the two of them. [ PATRONUS] Timber wolf [ PERSONALITY ] To say Luke is rough around the edges would be an accurate statement. He is someone who is very closed off, preferring not to let people get too close to him. Opening up and talking is very difficult, and something he avoids doing at all cost. Even to those who he does choose to open up to, it leaves a bad taste to his mouth. He doesn’t like it one bit, hates it even. It’s easier to act like an asshole, and push other way rather than opening up and discussing things he’d rather keep buried deep down inside. As a consequence, to this, he has become rather vulnerable. Vulnerable to the point where he is easily affected by his emotions, sometimes losing control without realizing it. He’s a rather fragile being emotionally, prone to having emotional breakdowns whenever things seem to be going badly in his life. When feeling afraid, instead of facing matters head on, Luke often chooses to hide. To avoid facing his problems for as long as possible, sometimes even going as far as to avoid everyone around him. Only his friends may successfully approach him, reach out to help him, as it is only those who he fully trusts whose company he won’t immediately turn down.
When around his friends, he begins to open up a little more. Luke isn’t one to take friendship lightly. Once he decides he trusts someone, then you better believe that he’ll do anything for them. True he can still be a bit of a jerk, especially around those who are fun to tease, but he never outright tries to be an asshole. It’s just part of his nature, and a lot of his more sarcastic and teasing behavior comes as a form of affection towards those he cares about. Sometimes the meaner he is, might just be a sign that he really does care about someone. That he doesn’t want to see one of his friends drag themselves down, not to mention someone has to be the one to say what has to be said. And he can do that. Luke often knows exactly the right thing to say to snap a friend out of a rut, and bring them into better spirits. If he has to be an asshole, then so be it. To those who try to mess with his friends for no reason, Luke won’t hesitate for a second to stand up for them. As much as he may mess with @gabby, and occasionally @cooper, he knows they’re still friends. Which in his mind gives him more liberties to get away with some things, especially when he knows his lion pals know he’s just being Luke. That him being a jerk is just another sign of showing affection, at least around them.
THE FAMILY TREE [ MOTHER ] [ Keira Elizabeth Vanetti ] [ 38 ] [ Death Eater ] [ Pureblood ] [ FATHER ] [ Arturo Dante Vanetti ] [ 42 ] [ Azkaban Prisoner ] [ Pureblood ] [ Half-Brother ] [ Vincent Stefano Vanetti ] [ 21 ] [ Healer ] [ Half-blood ]
WAY BACK WHEN... [ HOMETOWN ] Bristol, England [ CURRENT RESIDENCE ] Hogwarts [ PETS ] none. He’s had a few pets in the past, but all of their lives ended up being cut tragically short. [ HISTORY ] It was November 17, 2004 when Lukas Grant Vanetti entered into the world, and took his first breath of air. Much to his parent’s dismay, he wasn’t perfectly healthy. His body was frail at first, with the young baby Luke having complications in finding a steady rhythm of breathing. The healers assured the Vanetti parents that it wasn’t anything severe, but that they wanted Lucas to remain in the hospital for a few extra days. Most parents would have accepted the terms with no hesitation, with a desire to see their son taken care of and brought to full health. However, he had the misfortune of having Arturo and Keira Vanetti as parents. Even the smallest sign of weakness was frowned upon, so poor baby Luke was met with cold sneers whenever his health was brought up. His parents did agree to have him remain, however, stating that he had better return to them in perfect health. If not well, both mother and father practically told the staff not to bother further if things didn’t improve after a week. Weakness wasn’t accepted in the Vanetti household, not even a new born could get away with even the smallest signs of being weak.
Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, the healers managed to find and heal Lucas to where he was fully recovered from his ailments. On the plus side, he was in decent health which was excellent news. In truth, everything about it should have been celebrated. The downside was that he would have to be raised by his oh so loving parents. The cruel individuals who were ready to abandon him, if there had been no way to heal the problems that had plagued him temporarily.
Okay to be fair, things weren’t so terrible right away. When they’d first learned that their son had been healed, Keira and Arturo were relieved. Despite the initial reaction to toss him aside if he was deemed too weak, the Vanetti’s had wanted a child to raise. To raise someone to meet their high expectations, and to follow the family legacy. So to little surprise, the early years of Lucas’ like weren’t too horrible. When they were home, his parents tried to do what they could to look after their son. Both had careers that kept them quite busy. Arturo worked as a curse breaker, and often found himself traveling to wherever he was needed. It was common for several weeks to pass at a time where Luke would never see his dad. Keira on the other hand kept herself busy trying to manage working as an investigative reporter for the Daily Prophet. Being a workaholic, his mother would do whatever possible to unveil a story, and locking herself away until it was ready to be published.
When they were home, each tried as much as possible to be parents. His mother was the worst at it, as it didn’t take long until she became rather neglectful. But his father, for the first few years, Arturo was determined to try to be a father. He wanted a son to carry on his legacy, someone who could make him proud. His father began to look forward to the days when he might begin to teach Luke of their family history, and general knowledge of magic to tie him over before attending Hogwarts. The thing is between work and traveling, it became more and more difficult to be a father. Arturo found himself spending less and less time with Lucas while he was young and impressionable, and missed all opportunities to mold the boy into someone who might become something to his liking. So at some point he sort of just stopped caring, and became a neglectful parent alongside Keira. Lucas kept in the care of a nanny for most of the day, with his parents barely doing anything to look after him. It wasn’t the best home environment in the world, but at least there was some effort to take care of him. And it could have been much, much worst.
And worse it became. Lucas was seven when his father stormed into the house one day, anger oozing off the man like liquid hot magma. That was the day his father was let go from his job, replaced by a younger, and fitter individual. Confused as to what was going on, Luke watched in silence as his father tore apart the house, destroying whatever fragile object he could get his hands on. Fear took hold of the young boy, and without think he ran to hide inside a nearby closet. There he watched in silence as his father’s rampage continued, hoping to escape the man’s path of destruction. An hour passed before things began to quiet down for a bit, and believing it was a sign that it was safe to come out Luke decided to push the door open. As he began to sneak out – wanting to slowly maneuver himself into his room without being noticed – he was unaware of the footsteps storming back into the main room. His father approached behind, and before he knew it he was being yelled at for reasons he had no idea why. He hadn’t done anything. Frozen in place, Lucas stared up at his dad in utter terror. All he could do was listen as he was called a disappoint, weak, and so many other things that he was realizing both his parents must have thought about him in secret. It explained so much. Gritting his teeth, Luke shouted back calling Arturo out for never being there, for never being a father when he needed one.
And oh the fury in his father’s eyes from that alone was enough to make Lucas want to run back into the closet. He tried, his hands fumbled with the door knob while his father approached him from behind. As he was about to open it, a strong hand was tugging at the back of his shirt, pulling him away from the safety of the closet. The fabric wrapped around his neck, choking him, as he struggled to find some way to escape. His father pulled him over, and before he knew it he felt a strong slap across his face. It was the first time the man had ever hit him. There was no time to comprehend what had happened, though. A split second later Luke was being pushed against the wall, into the very closet he had sought to hide. With wide, fearful eyes, Lucas looked up to meet his father’s gaze; watching as the towering man slammed the door in his face before locking it in place. For the rest of the night he was forced to spend the rest of the night, curled up in a ball in the cramped closet. Just like that his hiding spot had become a prison.
As the years passed by, things only worsened over time. His father became more abusive, with Luke often finding sanctuary in his room more often than not. He no longer made an attempt to stand up for himself, instead choosing to hide or huddle inside the closet in order to avoid the man’s wrath. The worst of the incidents would be when his father threw him outside the window when he was ten, a shard of glass digging deep into his cheek. The whole time his mother never made an attempt to stop his father, instead she merely watched with cold eyes. Whatever Arturo did was meant to strengthen him, she’d always say. That he was still too weak, and not someone worthy of living up to the standards they expected of him. In her own way she was just as abusive, only in a more psychological manner. Luke was constantly subjected to hearing how he wasn’t good enough, how he was only a constant disappointment to his parents. Keira’s words stabbed at him mentally, weakening his confidence, making him believe that that he would forever be weak. That he wasn’t good enough. Whereas his father reminded him of just how incapable he was of fighting back daily, in a more physical manner.
By the time he turned eleven, Lucas had begun searching desperately for any reason to not be in his house. To spend time away from his parents; he wanted to be somewhere where he wouldn’t be looked down upon. An escape opportunity made it’s way to him in the form of a letter, and as he read it some mild relief drifted over him. He’d been invited to attend Hogwarts. As much as he wanted to feel excited, he dreaded showing it to his parents. But he did. If he was allowed to attend, then it would take him away from the house for a large part of the year. Both his parents agreed that he would go to the school, while both warning him to not disappoint him. To try not to be useless, and look pathetic around the other students. It was important for him to do his best, or else he would be severely punished when he returned for the summer.
The journey was relatively peaceful, with Luke choosing to stick mostly to himself on the Hogwarts Express. At the sorting ceremony, he stood in line with his fellow first years, watching as everyone went up one by one to be sorted. Being a Vanetti only seemed to grow more convenient, as he ended up being among the last students to be sorted. But his time came. At first the sorting hat didn’t seem to know where to put him. It deliberated for a few seconds, trying to decide upon Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or maybe even Slytherin. In truth, Luke was sure which he would prefer. Besides it wasn’t like he was looking forward to meeting new people, and spending too much time socializing with his new housemates. Though Gryffindor appealed to him more. The idea of being brave and standing up for what he believed in wasn’t too horrible. And he wanted to feel brave. The hat seemed to sense his decision, as before he knew it he heard it shouting out Gryffindor.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR [ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? ] Crystal [ AGE ] 26 [ MAIN ACCOUNT ] @finley [ OTHER CHARACTERS ] @finley @shaundi @aislinn @dana [ RULES PASSWORD ] Lumos [ RP SAMPLE ] yep, another character. One who I promise to love, always. -hugs Luke- ^___^
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Post by Krysta on Oct 30, 2016 23:20:49 GMT -6
[attr="class","reason"] [attr="class","reasonbg"] [attr="class","reasonbig"]The night's wind stirs up memories [attr="class","reasonsmall"]We were supposed to have ran away and yet here we are Alone, swaying lazily, You gaze at the moon And wish for salvation [attr="class","reasonbod"]In truth, Charms had never stood out as one of Shaundi’s favorite classes. At the same time, she didn’t exactly dislike it either. It hung around the middle, maybe being the fourth or fifth on her list of classes in which she actually enjoyed attending. Right behind Potions, in fact. Still she could see the value in it. Almost every spell taught was useful to know; things that she’d probably continue to use even way beyond after she graduated from Hogwarts. So, the importance was undeniable. Best of all she was relatively decent at the subject, which didn’t feel like a surprise. She always seemed to work harder in the more practical classes; the ones that weren’t filled entirely with boring lectures. Practicing spells was just more appealing. It made her want to learn, not to mention she was much better with the hands on stuff.
Shaundi entered the Charms classroom, casting a glance toward the Professor in an attempt to try to gauge what might be on the agenda for the day. It was difficult to tell. Unlike some of her other classes, there were no clear signs of what might be in store for them. The only thing that was certain was she needed to be prepared to work. She was in her fifth year now, with the O.W.L.S waiting for her at the end of the year. Which meant classes were going to be more difficult. There was only so much time to prepare, which meant a lot of homework and practice. She’d be ready though. She’d work hard to perform well in as many classes as possible. Not only for herself, but to guarantee she was never at risk of being booted off the Quidditch team.
She took a seat just moments before Professor Sauveterre began the lesson; her head turning where she could face him almost immediately. As he spoke, she dug out her notebook in preparation to take notes. Even if it wasn’t lecture based, she suspected writing down a few critical things might be helpful. “Accio.” She repeated along with her fellow classmates; her hand moving across the movement, as she jotted down the name of the spell. The summoning spell, with banishing charms also on the agenda, presumably for later. Probably not until a few people managed to successfully cast the first.
Watching the demonstration carefully, Shaundi couldn’t help but notice how easy the Professor made it look. A benefit of having years of experience, and she silently grumbled over thoughts of how long it’d probably take her to do it successfully. Around three attempts if she were lucky, over ten if she truly struggled.
Shaundi looked up at the desk as he pointed out the objects on them, and found herself eyeing a glass bottle immediately. Why, she didn’t know, but it seemed as good as any to try to summon. She watched as a girl volunteered to be the first to try the spell; it didn’t seem like a bad attempt, admittedly, even if the girl hadn’t succeeded. She watched a few other students stand up to take their turns at trying the spell as well. While waiting, Shaundi did her best to prepare herself for when it was her turn. Eventually it seemed to come. “I’ll go next.” She stood up from where she was seated after raising her hand, and once again pinpointed the glass bottle that had captured her attention earlier. “Accio!” Pointing her wand at it, she said the spell in as clear a voice as possible. Her eyes lit up a little at seeing it wobble, only to be met with disappointment as her attempt failed.
‘Don’t stress yourself over it! You’ll get it next time. Or if not then, then the next. Sooner or later you’ll definitely get it.’ The thought entered her mind, as she reassured herself after sitting back down in her seat. One failure was nothing. She’d just use it to help her improve for next time.
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Post by emilycyrus on Jul 3, 2019 7:02:10 GMT -6
ROSS IAN DOHERTY WIZARDING ADULT FULL NAME: Ross Ian Doherty NICKNAME: N/A BIRTHDATE: July 27, 2177 AGE: 25 PREVIOUS HOUSE: Gryffindor BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual, although he may be a little bi-curious WAND: 11 ½”, ebony, griffon feather OCCUPATION: Seeker for the Kenmare Kestrels
PERSONALITY MIRROR OF ERISED:
Ross has always been one to dream big, as he wishes to one day be widely recognized by millions of people around the world. He also wants to do whatever he can to help the Kestrels win the world cup before he turns 30.
BOGGART:
His biggest fear would be seeing the ghost of his first long-term girlfriend, while she blatantly blames him for her death. Deep down he feels like he messed up somehow, and is convinced that he should have seen it coming. He could have protected her better, or at least learned recognize the clues that Michael had joined the Death Eaters. He was stupid, and knows it, and he is deeply afraid that Elena would blame him for her death if he were to ever encounter her ghost in some form.
DEMENTOR:
The day Michael revealed his true loyalties, and that he had been played for a fool. Not only did his former friend, if the man could be called that, torture him and his girl-friend, but by the end of it all Ross was forced to watch as the bastard murdered Lena as well.
AMORTENTIA: fresh baked cookies, vanilla, the breeze before a storm VERITASERUM:
Ross is one who tries to be open about most things, but there are always one or two, or in his case many things he tries to keep hidden. The big one is that he allowed himself into being fooled into thinking that he could actually trust Michael. He doesn’t like letting other people find out that he actually considered someone who was heartless and cruel as being his friend. It was stupid, and he often prefers to pretend that such an event never happened.
Another secret of his is the fact that he has begun to secretly track down Death Eaters who he believes may be in association with Michael, or at the very least are too despicable to be allowed to exist. Oddly enough he has yet to actually kill anyone, but he believes he is prepared to do whatever it takes to get the information he seeks. Or at the very least, help keep some of the scum off the streets if possible.
PATRONUS:
Fennec fox
LIKES:
Quidditch, alcohol, winning, competition, flying on his broom, adrenaline, taking risks, parties, people, jokes, reading, comic books, cars, motorcycles
DISLIKES:
Coffee, losing, death eaters, being threatened, being played with, mind games, slow days, feeling like a coward, not being taken seriously, failure
STRENGTHS:
Agility – After years of playing Quidditch, Ross has become quite agile over the years, and it has proven to be more than helpful in several different occasions.
Street Smarts – While he may not be the most intelligent person in the world, Ross has a hidden knowledge of the way things go down around the world that others who focus more on intellectual studies may not have.
Persistent – Ross is one who doesn’t give up easily, will continue to fight no matter what is thrown at him. In Quidditch he always carries a certain degree of confidence and pride in his abilities, and won’t rest until he catches the snitch or someone beats him to it.
WEAKNESSES:
Easily Manipulated – While he doesn’t like to admit it, it doesn’t take much for someone to manipulate him into doing whatever it is they want if they wish. It happened once before, and he hasn’t quite been able to learn how to decipher how to tell whether or not he’s being played as of yet. Maybe someday he will, if he’s lucky.
Paranoid – While he does his best to hide it, deep down Ross is paranoid that there is always someone looking to either kill or severely harm him.
Stubborn – He doesn’t know how to back down or give up, not to mention admit when he may be wrong about something.
HABITS:
Pacing back and forth when he’s really anxious, or if he’s sitting down then he will become very jittery and shaky.
Whenever he manages to catch the snitch during a game, Ross has made it a habit of giving that snitch out to a random fan.
He tends to sleep a lot whenever he’s not working on something.
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
At first glance, Ross is a fairly friendly individual. He tries to get along with most people as much as possible, unless they clearly don’t deserve it. A rather outgoing person, he often enjoys visiting local bars and clubs, and just doing what he can to have a good time. He has played sports ever since he was six, and has developed a taste for competition in due part to it. He has come to love the thrill that comes with competing against others, and takes pride in every victory he can help his team achieve. Ross is addicted to feeling the rush of adrenaline, and is a well-known risk taker. He enjoys going full speed on his broom, and testing to see what his limits are as far as abilities to go. After certain events in his life, he has also grown to be sort of paranoid. In short, if he doesn’t know someone all that well, then he tends to have a constant feeling that they will betray him or try to manipulate him in one way or another. He hates feeling like he’s being taken advantage of, and refuses to sit around and let another death eater use him for whatever sick methods they may want him for.
HISTORY FAMILY:• Richard Doherty, 58, Half-blood, Father • Aislinn Doherty nee’ Sauvage, 57, Pureblood, Mother • Serah Darnell, 36, Half-blood, Sister • Jesse Doherty, 31, Half-blood, Brother • Christian Darnell, 36, Muggleborn, Brother-in-law WEALTH STATUS: Ever since he became a professional Quidditch player, Ross has seen a significant increase in wealth. While he wouldn’t classify himself as being filthy rich he does has a small fortune. At the very least, he would consider himself as being upper-middle class to maybe somewhere around the lower high-class. RESIDENCE: Limerick, Ireland PETS: a goshawk named Judah An Alaskan Malamute named Dodger HISTORY:It was a humid, summer night when Ross Ian Doherty entered the world, and he would be the third and youngest child to Richard and Aislinn Doherty. The family residence was located in Greenock, Scotland where he spent most of his childhood along with his brother and sister. Richard Doherty held a solid career as an auror, so they managed to live in a constant state of average wealth. His mother took a few years off work in order to raise all three children, but eventually went back to working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It was due to the hectic schedules of both his parents that it became common for weeks to fly by without seeing either of them around the house. Both Richard and Aislinn were sent out to travel abroad a lot, and were forced to leave Ross, Serah, and Jesse in the care of either family friends or other relatives. Perhaps it was because their parents were away so often, but Serah was quick to take up the majority of the responsibilities around the house. His sister cleaned, cooked, and tried to keep him and his brother out of as much trouble as possible. It wasn’t easy, as even as a child Ross was always taking risks and searching for adventure. With the eleven year age difference between the two of them, it didn’t take long before he began looking at his sister as being slightly over-bearing, and annoyingly over-protective. He eventually began seeking ways to deliberately defy everything his sister told him to do, and became a little rebellious, mischief maker around the neighborhood. Jesse always cooler than Serah, as the two brothers spent a lot of time bonding over sports and other activities. It was through his brother that he found a love for baseball, football, and eventually Quidditch. Throughout his childhood he always remained fairly close to both his siblings, even if one had a tendency to drive him crazy with her bossiness. When he was five, Ross had used magic for the first time after he had fallen out of a tree and nearly broke his leg. After seeing a cut along the length of the limb, he had grown frightened of someone calling his parents and them taking him to a hospital. Both his siblings were already at Hogwarts, and he was often left in the care of his aunt, Kayla. He fought hard to fight the urge to scream, and instead focused on trying to tend to the wound himself. After taking off his shirt, and wrapping it around his leg, Ross began to feel a tingling along his skin as it magically healed. Somehow through his desperate attempts to avoid having his parents find out about his fall, he had managed to heal himself via magic. Excitement kicked in, and he immediately ran to inform his aunt of the news that he was magical just like his brother and sister. Naturally, the woman panicked a bit after hearing that he had fallen from a tree, and called his mother right away. He was later taken to St. Mungo’s in order to make sure that no serious damage had happened from the fall, and was later grounded to his room for a month. Years passed by with not much of anything interesting happening, and when he was eleven he received his letter to begin attending Hogwarts. The idea of going to a new school made him nervous, and he was almost convinced that no one would like him right away. It didn’t help that both of his siblings had already finished their education, and were ready to live their lives and make names for themselves. After arriving at the castle, he was almost immediately sorted into Gryffindor, although the hat did briefly consider placing him into Slytherin. His first year was spent either exploring the castle and grounds, curiously watching older students play Quidditch, or mindlessly avoiding socializing as much as possible. For his first three years, Ross was content to mind his own business, as he found it a little difficult to make friends. The only people he really spoke to were those he played Quidditch with, or sort of decided to make themselves present in his life. Rather than spending a lot of time with people, he found that he preferred spending time outside and enjoying nature and exploring wherever he could. The summer between his fourth and fifth year, his brother was arrested after beings suspected for smuggling dark artifacts in and out of the country. Jesse was eventually cleared of all charges, but halfway through his fifth year his brother was reported missing. With news of his brother missing, Ross fell into a sort of downhill spiral. It became difficult for him to focus on his studies, and he seemed to act more hostile toward those who tried to give him a hard time. The only thing he found he could focus on was Quidditch, as it was not only something he loved, but also one of the few connections he still had with his brother. All of his effort went into wanting to be one of the best seekers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but sadly as his grades began to suffer he realized that he may lose the sport as well. He sought out friends to help him focus on his school work, as well as a few tutors to help him in the areas where he struggled most. He was aware that he was never the smartest person in the castle, but once he put his mind to it he found that it was too difficult to pass all of his classes. It was through a combination of hard-work and dedication that helped him succeed, but with all that had happened he remained in a state of confused emotions. The longer his brother remained missing, the more he began to feel lost and confused as to what he was meant to be doing. During his sixth year, the Death Eaters took control of the school and the lives of every student became a living hell. He wanted to help fight back, but deep down he felt that he was too cowardly to be of any help. Whenever he was confronted by a patrolling Death Eater, Ross had a habit of panicking and running away rather than attempting to fight back. He hated himself for it, but he just couldn’t work up the courageous to spit in the face of one of the vile bastards. Instead he found himself, using his knowledge of many of the different hidden passageways to help fellow students sneak around the castle undetected. It wasn’t exactly the bravest thing to do, but he took pride in the fact that there was something he was able to do. The Death Eaters were driven out at the end of the year, and Ross found himself growing more and more anxious as to what had happened to his brother. He still hadn’t heard anything about Jesse’s whereabouts, and would continue to be in the dark until the end of the summer. It was during the summer before his seventh year, when his brother was found locked away in a hideout in France, after being abducted and subjected to months of grueling torture. His brother had been an auror before vanishing, and from what Ross had overheard it sounded as though a Death Eater had decided to hold him captive after Jesse had found crucial evidence that the man had been spying on the Ministry. As a result his brother remained in St. Mungo’s throughout his seventh year, and Ross developed a slight hatred towards death eaters. His seventh year was spent the same as in the past. He continued playing on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and tried to keep on top of his studies as much as possible. That year he also began dating Elena, a girl who he had developed a crush on the previous year, but had been too nervous to ask her out. She had a fiery passion for wanting to rid the world of Death Eaters, and was more than determined to become a successful auror. The more dates the two went on together, the more he genuinely began to fall for her. He was actually falling in love, and he began wondering if the two of them were meant to be together. At the end of the year, Ross managed to graduate while receiving passing marks in all of his N.E.W.T.S. It was entering the adult world that proved difficult, but fortunately he was able to put off searching for a job for a couple of months. That summer his sister got married to some man named Christian Darnell, and like the good brother he was he attended the wedding. Jesse was eventually released from St. Mungo’s, and chose to return to work as an auror. The job had given his brother a sense of accomplishment, and Ross could tell that his brother may have also wanted revenge against the people who had tortured him. While debating as to what he wanted to do with his life, he also sought out both his brother and father in gaining help on using defensive magic that the school never taught him. Both of them were eager to help him, and it proved to be one of the first real bonding experiences he had had with his father. He also went back to training in Aikido, after taking a break from it after he had begun to attend Hogwarts. All the training helped him to gain some new confidence in being about to defend himself, but he secretly hoped that he wouldn’t have to use it. Mostly because he feared that if he did, then he would prove to be a coward once again. Eventually Ross decided to begin trying out for different Quidditch teams, as he had always had a real passion for the sport. He tried not to be too picky about which team to try out for, as it would be an honor to play for any of them. After being reviewed by several teams, he ended up signing a three year contract with the Karasjok Kites in Switzerland as their seeker, and his career was officially underway. During that time he continued dating Elena, and eventually invited her to move in with him once he had obtained enough money to purchase a house. When he was twenty-one, he met a charismatic man named Michael, who was quick to befriend him. Little did he know that his new friend was a Death Eater, who was manipulating him into discovering secrets that might prove helpful to the organization. He was stupid and foolish, and ended up informing his new ‘friend’ about some of the things in which his brother had told him about. Most of it was nothing that wasn’t common knowledge, but he did inform the other man of a secret entrance to the ministry that Jesse had found years earlier. It had become the brother’s secret meeting place, and for some strange reason he had felt compelled to share the information with other people who had grown close to him. Again he was stupid, and it was a choice that he would regret later on. When Michael saw that Ross was of no use to him, the older man stabbed him in the shoulder before torturing him for hours, while making it clear that the two were never friends. Elena ended up becoming caught in the cross-fire, and he was forced to watch as the bastard vicious killed his girl-friend in front of his eyes. Hours passed with Ross being forced to endure more torture, before Michael left him to wither away and die. Most of what happened afterwards, he can’t remember, until he woke up in a hospital bed in Switzerland. Ross spent days mourning the loss of his girl-friend, and informed all of those whom he trusted most as to what had happened. He felt like an idiot, and worst yet felt as if Elena would blame him for her death if she could somehow. It had been his fault that she had been murdered. If he had been able to see that Michael was heartless from the very beginning, then maybe he never would have let the other man manipulate him. As the months passed by he began visiting an old friend, Aurora, who had always been there to help him at school. The two of them seemed grew closer, and she vowed that she would talk to her brother regarding information about Michael for him. He wasn’t sure why, but he had a sudden desire to see the bastard either locked away or killed in a manner that the man deserved. An unwavering darkness seemed to awaken inside him, one that would only show up if he were to be confronted by anyone who sought to cruelly harm others. He dated Aurora for a brief period of time, and was there to comfort her after her father, and later mother, was killed. Oddly she seemed more concerned about her brother, who judging from the way she described the man was on the verge of breaking on the inside. After they had both recovered enough from the sadness in their lives, they both came to the realization that they were better off just being friends and went their separate ways. Another year later he began dating another woman, one who worked in the Department for the Control and Regulation of Magical creatures. The woman’s name was Angela, and he felt a strange sort of attraction to her. After they had dated for six months, he invited her to move in with him, and a more intimate relationship began to form. Sadly it was ruined after he returned home after a Quidditch match to find evidence that she had invited other people in the home. He crept upstairs to check in on Angela, and was surprised when he walked in to find her in bed with another guy. No, it wasn’t just another guy. It was a man and another woman, and well you can guess what they were in the middle of doing. At the sight of it Ross panicked at first, and once Angela noticed him standing there he began screaming in anger. He hated feeling like a fool, and that was exactly what he felt like. He had thought he could trust his girlfriend, but had been proven wrong. While he was screaming the other man yelled at him to calm down, and without thinking Ross pounced on him and began punching his face. Once he felt the man’s nose break, he stopped and yelled at everyone in the room to get the fuck out. He wanted nothing to do with any of them, and spent the rest of the night burning sheets and feeling like the stupidest person ever. After that incident, Ross decided to take a break from dating, and instead chose to focus on his Quidditch career. After all the sport had never done anything to betray him, and he found he could trust most of his teammates more than a few of his other friends. When he was twenty-three he was traded over to the Kenmare Kestrals to play seeker for them, where he would remain for the next few years. Soon after that he hesitantly decided to join the Order of the Phoenix, after hearing rumors that his old ‘friend’ was back to being active once again. It was around this time that he also began searching for information, and seeking out Death Eaters in his spare time in secret, particularly those who may be in association with Michael. After all this time he hasn’t forgotten what the man has done to him, and may secretly wish to see the person suffer for his crimes. Of course, most of his focus continues to go toward his Quidditch career, as he would love to be able to win the world cup before he turns thirty.
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