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[nessalochs]

n e s s a   l e i t h   b u c h a n a n

basics:

name: nessa leith buchanan. pronunciation: neh·suh leeth byoo·ka·nuhn. meaning: nessa- miracle, pure, butterfly, not gentle. leith- broad river. birthday: may 20th. age: twenty. pronouns: she & her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: cooper buchanan, logan buchanan, ethan buchanan. parents: filip buchanan, fiona buchanan. other family: maisie buchanan (grandma). languages: english. scottish gaelic. current residence: tbd. hometown: scotland.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: hufflepuff. year of graduation: 1977. occupation: general manager of hexcade. pet: a raccoon named pacman she found in the highlands one day and lured home in secret. blood status: halfblood. species: witch. patronus: weasel. those who cast a weasel are as playful and mischievous as anyone would expect. many of these witches and wizards are spontaneous and quick to make decisions without taking much thought on the consequences. this means they can bite off more than they can chew and get in way over their heads. in the long run, they rely on luck more often than not to keep them out of trouble. even if these witches and wizards can get themselves into deep trouble, they are feisty when threatened and can pack a punch when you least expect it. It is when they are faced with a real challenge that they start to show amazing strategy and wit. if it seems these individuals think everything is all fun and games your assumptions are all wrong. boggart: nessa is more terrified of cars or car crashes than anything else. especially when it could potentially involve one or any of her brothers. amortentia:   orange blossom. the sweet floral scent of notes just citrus enough to tickle your nose have always been among her favorites. it sparks an endless slew of happy memories, and her mother shared the preference. she always wore a perfume with that scent. static. the smell when the television first clicks and spatters to life or when a balloon pulls your hair up to a clingy end or a heat storm overhead leaves the whole world feeling tense with potential energy. fried eggs. nessa is a big believer of breakfast. she is a fan and tries her hardest never to miss one. if she does, you can catch her eating breakfast for supper that day. never forget the eggs and toast. wand type: 10 3/4″, sycamore wood wand with a thunderbird tail feather core, buzzing. the sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. it is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored’, and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. as may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world’s most highly-prized wand woods. thunderbird tail feather wands are very powerful, but difficult to master. they have a skill in transfiguration. wands with thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present. affiliation: neutral currently.

appearance:

height: 5′4″. hair color: flaxen. eye color: tawny. typical hair style: wavy and frequently unwashed while pulled into a scrunchie or stuffed under a hat. fashion style: nessa has probably never worn a shirt that didn’t at some point belong to one of her brothers or her dad. her preference is vibrant patterns and warm colors. she tends to lean towards sneakers with really good grip for skateboarding and accessorizes with scrunchies and old hats. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: nessa tends to look a little like she hasn’t slept in a really long time, but still has a wired amount of energy buzzing through her. her fingers, knees, and elbows are regularly covered in brightly colored bandages of various sizes from accidents. it regularly appears that her hair is frizzed out and static.

personality:

positive traits: sprightly. handy. engineering. negative traits: flaky. pesky. erratic. theme song: I like giants by kimya dawson

headcanons:

nessa has a personal goal to own the high score on every arcade cabinet in the shop, or anywhere else she’s seen one, and has put in hours and hours working towards that goal. her best scores are usually on pinball, though.

by the time it was nessa’s turn to start school, a brand new wand would be pushing the budget of what the buchanan’s could afford and instead suggested that nessa might like a wand that belonged to her great aunt instead. it has a rather rare core and a large personality that results in it occasionally casting spells of its own accord on nessa’s behalf.

nessa mostly skateboards everywhere she needs to go because she has a petrifying fear of cars and has never managed to figure out apparation. for distances too long to board, she sticks with the floo network or a broom. before the crash, her parents often had to reprimand her for leaving it out in dangerous places for others to slip on all the time.

biography:

tw: death, depression

at this point who doesn’t know the story of the buchanan family? it is certainly one that has been heard before; the dad’s a muggle and mam’s a witch. the lovely young couple were completely in love anyway. filip and fiona married without a regret and set about to begin an idyllic pastoral life right on the scottish borders. they built up a family farm and soon filled it to suit the name. cooper was first. an eldest boy dashing as he was daring, he always fearlessly lead the way, even if he didn’t know which direction he was going. next born was logan who certainly helped balance the scales with forethought and planning. he was always clever as he was capable. then came ethan. he was sensitive, sincere, and sometimes a bit secretive. yet the complete array of specific personality was never really complete until their little sister was finally born. nessa leith buchanan jolted into the world nearly at the dot of midnight right on the cusp of summer. she carried in her very presence a certain warmth and revitalized energy much like the season. their mother used to claim that nessa was like catching lightning in a bottle- breathtaking and so close to being a disaster. childhood bustling between the farm and the family was brimming with excitement, especially as each of the children began to discover their own talents. between sports, fine art, and music, it seemed like the only thing they shared was a devastatingly accurate hand-eye coordination. even nessa, who spent more than her fair share of time not thinking things through, figured out her love of game cabinets when she spent two months worth of saturday afternoons helping her dad rebuild an old pinball machine he recovered for them. she had a talent for the circuitry as well as ticking up a higher score every day. the fast pace matched her own. nessa always seemed to lean more towards the muggle side of things than the magic. yet still, she showed the signs early on of being a witch. a letter of acceptance to hogwarts came as no surprise. still by the time nessa received that simple wax sealed parchment with welcoming emerald ink, she could barely manage to contain the electric energy inside of herself. unlike any of her brothers, nessa was almost immediately sorted into hufflepuff house. it turned out that was where she belonged. nessa thrived amongst the hardworking and fair-minded yellow badgers. however, she never did show proclivity towards any particular magic. her marks remained average in every subject until graduation which did not leave her with much direction on what to do afterwards. nessa returned home to work on the farm until she could figure out what exactly she wanted to do in life, but nothing magic ever seemed to feel right. the options just never suited her. apparation even proved to be too tricky for her to ever get a license. admittedly, she probably lingered far too long with indecision. although it seemed obvious to everyone else, nessa had developed a real skill with electronics. there was nothing that she couldn’t eventually figure out how to rewire and fix. tinkering turned her ever jittery fingers adroit and adept. then the crash happened. it felt as sudden as that. their parents where here loving and living and laughing, getting ready to celebrate with them all, and then they were gone. the world seemed cruel for it. nessa still wonders if she hadn’t pretended to lose that damn necklace, could the timing have been different. would the collision go unmet? could everyone leave unscathed? should she have simply reminded her mother how beautiful she looked and let them go? was it her fault? the pointlessness of that question forced it’s way to the forefront of her mind on those days following when nessa no longer seemed able to light up the room or even pull herself out from under the covers. no one needed to know about those days, though. those days happened somewhat less often now. the distance between them much greater now that life had started to grow around the grief. nessa needed to find something else to do. she found a job as the general manager of an arcade that cater towards magic. it was a perfect fit for her, and recently, she took over all operations as the owner left town to go on tour. between fixing the broken machines, she spends her spare energy trying to get the high score on them all too. anything to distract from falling back into that listless lost absence again.

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[hauntedscreams]

introducing margaret eleanor verlice

basics:

name: margaret eleanor verlice meaning: margaret meaning pearl. eleanor meaning mercy. nickname(s): margie, marge birthday: january 25 age: 26 pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual siblings: raoul verlice languages: english, french, italian, german

personality:

pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/hanrp9202/margaret-verlice/ positive traits: intuitive, charismatic negative traits: argumentative, invasive zodiac: aquarius (clever, self-reliant, detached, scatterbrained, honest) mbti: entp (debater) alignment: chaotic good theme song: bette davis eyes - kim carnes

more fun:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw occupation: co-owner of revolution paper pet: hamlet - hedgehog (https://www.pinterest.com/hanrp9202/margaret-verlice/hamlet) fashion: https://www.pinterest.com/hanrp9202/margaret-verlice/fashion blood status: pureblood patronus: wood mouse amortentia scent: sage, roasted coffee beans, parchment paper wand type: walnut wood, unicorn tail hair, 11 3/4 inches affiliation: order of the phoenix  

headcanons:

loves investigative journalism

thankful for harlee and wouldn’t know what to do without her

distrusts the daily prophet

constantly sneaks into raoul’s restaurant and steals food from the back

if she isn’t interviewing people for the paper or writing it up, she is usually doing pottery

despite pretending to be well put together, she is a mess. very indecisive

keeps bottles of wine stocked for all times

loves a good bubble bath

has a lot of inner turmoil

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT - below read more

when it seemed she was closer to joining the order than the death eaters, one of the death eaters (or future death eaters) trapped her in an empty classroom. without going into detail (much of which she prefers not to think about and only those close to her know about), she was nearly raped before escaping. she was never able to figure out who it was, and deep down knows that not all (or even many) death eaters would stoop to this level, it secured her position in the war.

#;marge { about } #;marge { intro } #ahintro

[ritaraves]

r i t a   d o l l y   s k e e t e r

basics:

name: rita dolly skeeter. pronunciation: ree·tuh  daa·lee  skee·tr. meaning: rita- margarita, pearl. dolly- cute child. birthday: august 10th. age: twenty-four. pronouns: she & her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: curtis chapman (older step-brother). luke ‘scratch’ chapman (younger half-sibling). kylie chapman (younger step-sister). parents: creed skeeter (biological father). norma chapman (mother). luke chapman sr (step-father). crystal ‘crysti’ chapman (step-mother). other family: tbd. languages: english. current residence: tbd. hometown: london.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: slytherin. year of graduation: 1976. occupation: journalist. pet: parakeet named sugar kane. blood status: halfblood. species: witch. patronus: beetle. people with the beetle patronus are always in the right place at the right time and know precisely how to get there. folks with the beetle patronus never give up on a project. they always find a way to see things to a full resolution or completion. these people waste nothing, recycle obsessively, are frugal to a fault, and have a profound understanding of mother earth and her needs. their life seems to be one of constant change. however, they always maintain their sense of integrity throughout all of this. people with this patronus can turn all things negative into positive. boggart: sources say voldemort, apparently, but that is most likely because it’s difficult to physically represent the fear of mundane obscurity. he currently poses the greatest threat to the one thing that rita is genuinely concerned with, her writing. amortentia:   cigarettes. rita started smoking at a surprisingly young age. it was all around her and easy to get access too. plus it calmed her down from the regular chaos in which she found herself. despite the fact that she’s trying to quit now, the smell is still absolutely intoxicating to her. agave. rita likes tequila. nylon. maybe it was how much time she spent in that stupid old corner store that endeared her to the cheap smell of plastic, or maybe it was the little thrill of pulling on her tights to complete a perfect outfit. wand type: 11″, elm wood wand with a unicorn hair core, understandably delicate. the unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for I have known perfect matches of elm wands who are muggleborns. the truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. of all wand woods, elm, in my experience, produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy). phoenix feather wands were always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken was one of the most independent and detached in the world. these wands were the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance was usually hard won. affiliation: neutral.

appearance:

height: 5′4″. hair color: bottle blonde. eye color: jewel green. typical hair style: rita has been bleaching her hair since her mother passed. it remains a platinum bottle blonde and she styles it most often in tight, marilyn-esque curls or voluminous madonna styled fringe. it isn’t very healthy, but she hides that well. fashion style: tacky bitch. she’s giving madonna. she’s giving malibu barbie. she’s giving dolly parton. we love a gaudy jewelry moment. we love bright and loud colors. we love feathers. we love sharp heels and shoulder pads. accessories? a million is barely enough. glasses, glasses, glasses, glasses. cat eye, sleek, and rhinestones aplenty. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: rita is perhaps best known for her eccentric collection of reading glasses, her bottle blonde curls, her bright fake nails, and unusual lipstick colors. she has a scar from a dog bit on her left ankle, and road rash on the back of her right arm from a bike crash.

personality:

positive traits: investigative. charming. visionary. negative traits: liar. greedy. trashy. theme song: material girl by madonna

headcanons:

she recently decided to try to quit smoking cigarettes. it’s not going well. she’s started chewing bubblegum instead. she goes through a lot of it.

when she was about twelve, started bleaching her hair using peroxide that she stole from the corner store. still bleaches it now, but uses slightly better methods at least when she can afford to.

rita has started the process of becoming an unregistered animagus, but has not accomplished the full transfiguration yet. currently, she is awaiting the next convenient lightning storm to finish the spell.

biography:

tw: parental death, implied drug use, child neglect

it’s a story that you have heard a million times before and frankly, it isn’t all that interesting. a wizard man meets a muggle girl. he is charming. he is handsome. he is just so magical. he woos her. he screws her. they get hitched in a shotgun wedding and pop a kid out a few months down the line. that’s our star. then suddenly daddy can’t seem to stand the sound of cries. he goes out for milk and cigarettes, or so they say, and he bailed. no one has seen him to this day.

 goodbye and good riddance. right readers?

onto the bigger and better things or at the very least onto the very next man who would marry a woman that had nothing to her name but another man’s kid. spoiler alert: this one wasn’t so magical. however, he was the one that stuck around. it could be argued that it was never really out of the goodness of his heart. it was obviously not with the idea of living some great romance either. he just wanted someone to watch his kid, wash his drawers, and cook him supper since his last wife ended up six feet under. (suspicious circumstances? sources couldn’t confirm.)

so what do they do next? that’s right, just like every other trashy couple who can’t bother to wrap it before they tap it, these crazy kids spawned yet another mouth they couldn’t possibly afford to feed without government assistance. so predictable. so blasé. where’s the spice? where’s the drama? just imagine for one little moment the experience of living three kids to one bedroom. not ideal by our star’s standards, but she always made herself stand out. at least if she tried to do that it wouldn’t feel so much like she didn’t fit in.

rita never fit in. who in the hell would want to? to fit in at the bottom of the barrel was essentially admitting to fill the lowest common denominator. mark her down as a big ‘no thank you’ on that statistic. she was clever at a young age. her instincts her sharp and her tongue was sharper. even as a toddler, she had a talent for sensationalizing questions that stirred the pot. her step-brother, rumored to be the most reasonable (aka the most sinfully boring) member of the family, wanted something to occupy her imagination and keep her out of trouble. so he taught her to read and helped her learn hand writing well before she was to begin primary school.

it helped her in school. she never had to worry about her grades despite the consistent complaints about ‘attitude’ problems that would seem to arise, but really those reading lessons just lead to rita making extended use of the five finger discount on brightly colored fashion magazines from back corner the dime store on the weekends when she was bored. as she got a bit older, her stolen selections extended to cover sunglasses, pretty costume jewelry, make up, nail polish, and harlequin romances. anything that felt fantastic and could pass under detection. it wasn’t like anyone was really paying attention.

rita was though. when no one thought anyone else would notice, she would see when the neighbors got new curtains, when their post didn’t run, when they wore the same outfit two days in a row, and she would be whisked away into a world of answering why. the most likely conclusion was almost always a torrid love affair although her half brother preferred to posit aliens frequently and loudly as a substitute explanation. (sources say unlikely.) she would notice when her mother’s eyes seemed glazed over and distant just as often and she noticed the frequency with which her step-father resented them all. she noticed all the strange ways that she never seemed to be on the same page as her peers.

then, as if she didn’t have enough trouble  her mother died. it was sudden. it was suspicious. the official report says heart attack, but the real news here was that she had a heart at all. who knew? certainly not the daughter now left with no other option than to be adopted into the step-family that saw her as little more than free child care and an additional poverty paycheck. it didn’t help when he married again and brought another step sibling into the mix. it was loud. it was crowded. it was crazy.

it was a goddamn relief to be offered a home in far off a magical castle even if it was something as abysmally dreary as school. it definitely wasn’t the first time she had been called her a witch. however, it might have been the first time where something appropriately special. of course she was magical. of course she was going. how could you ever say no? with the decision to adopt her father’s name, rita skeeter took to hogwarts.

where she still didn’t fit in, but cemented the fact that she was born to stand out. rita showed a proclivity towards transfigurations and charms, but it was her love of writing that blossomed above all else. her favorite past time became watching her classmates and creating stories about what must explain the little details she noticed about their life. eventually she started writing her ideas down, really building a story out of them. rita wanted to know how right she was. so she got people to talking. rita wrote everything down and eventually, someone found it all. that was really the birth of her gossip column. although it wasn’t the ‘detention garnering gossip that you love to hate’ until her first official issue.

it sky-rocketed her to popularity. of course everyone loved what she had to say. it didn’t matter if it was true so long as it was fantastic. rita gave everyone what they wanted to read. she gave everyone a little world of sensationalism to escape to, and she used that word of mouth to force her foot in the door of the prophet after graduation. it started as an advice column, barely a paragraph of text in the bottom corner of a middle page. then she started getting more and more letters. they let her write two paragraphs, a column, a half page spread. she had the perfect words to fill it all. besides, she would do next to anything to avoid falling back to where she came from. the only possible direction is up.

there are new faces on every street corner that her readers are dying to know. who is who? what are their hopes? their fears? their secrets? who can we trust in such turbulent times? what is this war really about? the daily prophet has finally given her an entire dedicated page to tell them. she will dig her claws in and get the job done. it will only get easier when she perfects this animagus thing. (unregistered sources say she’s very close.)

#ahintro #;about #;biography #;rita #;inspo

[savagekxds]

basics ~

name: stella miriam levitt age: 38 birthday: august 25 pronouns: she/her sexuality: pansexual blood status: muggle species: human affiliation: P.A.M. family: naomi and samuel levitt (parents, both deceased) faceclaim: natasha lyonne

muggle stuff ~

boggart: her goddaughter being swallowed by a beam of magic current residence: an apartment in knightsbridge, london west end hometown: welford, northamptonshire, england occupation: bar owner/leader of P.A.M.

biography ~

Stella grew up as the definition of a military brat. Her parents only child, she found herself dragged from military base to military base. Her father was a soldier, who spent most of his time deployed, her mother was a brigadier in the Women’s Royal Army Corps, and she had served as a nurse and a mechanic during the Second World War. Growing up in such a manner has a way of hardening a child. Stella rebelled against her parents choices, her mother wanted her to take up nursing, but she had always preferred crawling through the mud with the soldiers. 

Despite this, when her mother once again tried to interfere, and get her a place in the WRAC, she rebelled once more. She left home at 17 and made her way to London, with only her backpack and a need to be away from her parents, away from the stifling upbringing she had had on military bases. 

Stella had never been good at taking orders. 

Turns out, she’s pretty good at giving them though. 

She’d always been a little bit…suspicious of some of the goings on she noticed around London. People disappearing into thin air, strange shapes and smoke in the sky. Then suddenly all her suspicions were proven correct when the brick wall across the street from her pub exploded, and the war that had gripped the magical community spilled forth into the streets of London. The sight of terrified civilians taking shelter behind tables and chairs in her pub, the sound of screaming... And then she discovered her young goddaughter had been hospitalised because of the violence. 

It had started as the smallest ideas, an angry, bitter conversation had with a few of her friends over some drinks in her ruined pub. Someone needs to protect the civilians. If they’re going to bring their violence to us we need to fight back. We need to fight back. 

It was alarmingly easy to fall into the role of commander, perhaps there was more of her father in her than she thought. When she spoke people listened, and when she gave orders, they were followed.

physical appearance ~

height: 5′3 hair colour: faded red eye colour: dark brown distinguishing features: her hair - which she usually wears out and tousled, or in a haphazard updo, her sneer, the way she carries herself like a giant despite being only 5′2 fashion style: practical but with a distinct style, almost like practical grunge, tight black pants, long coats worn over dark, loose blouses, industrial jewellery, dark lipstick.

traits ~

positive: + assertive + organised + strategic negative: - jaded - bitter - would rather be anywhere else than here

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#⊗ – — stella threads #⊗ – — an eye for an eye | stella visage #⊗ – — capable of being terrible | stella musings #⊗ – — hit it till it breaks | stella character #ahintro

[rosecoloredmaddox]

Basics:

Name: Rosemary “Rose” Maddox Pronunciation: Rohs Mad-ox Meaning:  "dew of the sea, or rosemary (herb)" Birthday: November 14 Age: 25 Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: straight Siblings: Cassius Maddox Parents: Noah and Francine Maddox Languages: English Current Residence: London, United Kingdom Hometown: Liverpool, United Kingdom

Wizard Fun:

Year of Graduation: 1969 Occupation: Apothecary worker Pet: tabby cat named Herman Blood Status: Half-blood Species: human Patronus: Ibizan Hound Boggart: hospital beds Amortentia: pulp paper, ink, tilled earth, fresh bread, English roses Wand type:  7" Cherry Wood, Phoenix Feather Affiliation: neutral, Order-leaning

Appearance:

Height: 5′1′’ Hair Color: brown Eye Color: blue Typical Hair Style: down and in curls, often around her face so it hides her scars Fashion Style: soft, proper English girl, lots of cardigans and skirts Distinguishing Features: she has dragon pox scars all over her body

Personality:

Positive Traits: 

Optimistic - Despite the fact Rosie has spent her whole life in the shadow of her brother, Rose always knows how to find a silver lining. Especially after surviving a nasty case of dragon pox she looks at life as a glass half full.

Determined - Rose has always worked hard to push herself to new heights, new things. Even after her world shrank and her self-opinion dimmed, she could remember herself before what she survived and strives to return there.

Negative Traits:

Guileless - Rose trusts easily and openly, which often means she falls for people’s lies or trusts those who don’t have her best interests in heart. (Especially her mother.)

Meek - Now more so than ever, Rose shrinks in on herself when pushed or in conflict. She would rather avoid it entirely, and is often all too willing to take the brunt of the punishment to make a problem go away.

Quick Facts

Theme song: Bleeding Heart, Regina Spektor

Headcanons:

-Rose was more before the dragon pox and her father’s death: more outgoing, more adventurous, more willing to stand her own. When the disease that ruined her health and her looks took her father as well, Rose shrunk. 

-Her parents always favored Cassius, but Rose loved them both deeply all the same

-She was a Ravenclaw in school and excelled at Transfiguration and Potions in equal measure

-Her best friend is Ambrose, they bonded in the hospital

#about the girlie #ahintro

[lauredeschamps]

Basics:

Name: Laure Angelique Deschamps Pronunciation: luh-OR Ahn-jzuh-leek Duh-sh-ah-mp Meaning: Laure  “laurel or sweet bay tree; symbol of victory”,  Angelique, “Messenger of God”,  Deschamps “from the fields” Birthday: June 19, 1960 Age: 20 Pronouns: she/her, they/them, he/his Sexuality: pansexual Siblings: Rene Deschamps (20), Celestine Deschamps (17), Jules Deschamps (15) Parents: Marius & Juliette Deschamps Other Family: https://glitteringxgilderoy.tumblr.com/fam Languages: French (native language), English Current Residence: London, United Kingdom Hometown:  Aullirac, France

Wizard Fun:

Year of Graduation: 1975 Occupation: trainee architect for a French firm Pet: Two horses, a bay gelding named Braise, and an Arabian mare named Chou Blood Status: Half-blood Species: human Patronus:  Nebelung Cat Boggart: Rene, alone Amortentia: paint fumes, lavender, brine, wind  Wand type:  9" Vine Wood, Thestral Tail Hair Affiliation: neutral, Order-leaning

Appearance:

Height: 5′7′’ Hair Color: brown Eye Color: brown Typical Hair Style: bobbed short around their ears, or it curls everywhere Fashion Style: practical, sleek pieces Distinguishing Features: button nose, her series of bangles, chin usually jutting out

Personality:

Positive Traits: 

Determined- Laure is not a woman who accepts defeat easily, or who sits back and lets her goals move away from her. As the unofficial eldest child she spent much of her life shepherding her wayward twin and her younger siblings. Now, she’s decided to focus on herself. Affectionate- as someone who grew up surrounded in an abundance of love, Laure has never been shy in showing her emotions: especially the positive ones. She is physically and verbally affectionate with the people she cares for, and never holds herself back.

Negative Traits:

Headstrong- The downside to her loving and privileged upbringing (as well as her de facto ‘eldest sibling’ status) is how infrequently she heard the word ‘no’ growing up. Laure is used to getting her way, eventually, one way or the other. Selfish- for the first time in her life, Laure has decided to focus on herself rather than just looking after her brother. While she loves her twin deeply, there are times she’ll admit to resenting Rene for the time she had to spend looking after him.

Quick Facts

Theme song: The Deepest Sighs, The Frankest Shadows, Gang of Youths

Headcanons:

-Laure loves swimming, she grew up swimming in the local rivers and lakes and taught her siblings how to as well 

- presses flowers and interesting plants 

-She loves jazz music and wants to learn how to dance 

-Always focused on her siblings others, Laure hasn’t really spent much time discovering things about herself

-she doesn’t know her sexuality and hasn’t really had much of a serious relationship beyond a few passing boyfriends from school

#ahintro #about the bean

[xenoflight]

x e n o p h i l i u s   a e o n   l o v e g o o d

basics:

name: xenophilius aeon lovegood. pronunciation: zeh·noh·fee·lee·uss  ee·aan  lah·ve·good. meaning: xenophilius- lover of the strange. aeon- age. birthday: february 1st. age: twenty-six. pronouns: he & they. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: step-siblings. parents: diogenes lovegood, eurydice fawcett nee carrow. other family: alpheus fawcett (step-father). languages: english, french, greek, japanese, korean. current residence: tbd. hometown: devon, england.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw. year of graduation: 1976. occupation: philosopher & freelance consulting magizoologist. pet: niffler named xanadu. blood status: halfblood. species: wizard. patronus: narwhal. this patronus symbolizes magic, freedom, and empathic abilities. a narwhal is the unicorn of the sea – channeling magic through its tusk as it points to the sky, constantly remembering its spiritual mission. narwhal uses its own self to connect to the divine and feel into deeper realities. those with this patronus don’t need a special tool or gear to be connected. they are part of the universe and can tap in at any time. their unique tusk is packed with thousands of sensory receptors. the spiral shape guides the natural flow of growth and perspective as this antenna feels deeply into its environment. narwhals are incredibly empathic and sensitive, noticing and experiencing things beyond the average gates of perception. so sensitive in fact, that no narwhal has ever been successfully kept in captivity for long. those with this patronus need freedom and space. they will seek out a nurturing social pod that respects your sensitive nature as a gift. boggart: xen sees contracts. he sees an interrogation light. he is terrified of those in positions of power using his emotions to control him. he fears extortion and most of all, losing his integrity and free will to choose. amortentia:   walnuts. sweet and nutty, but also with just a bit of chemical scent, walnuts are rumored to be what space smells like, and xen could believe it. he has always felt a fondness for the scent. in many ways, it reminds him of home. wildflowers and mint. it is a strange combination of floral and menthol smells that invigorate both the sense and the imagination. both are earthy and natural, but absolutely distinct. burnt almond cookie. xenophilius’s mother was not a very good cook even though she tried very hard to be an expert. in fact, she regularly found herself burning food while being distracted by other things. so often that xen considered just slightly burned cookie far more palatable than the normal ones. he was the only one who like almond so he always knew they were made just for him. wand type: 13 3/4″, sycamore wood wand with a unicorn hair core, boundless. the sycamore made a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. it was a quirk of these handsome wands that they might combust if allowed to become 'bored', and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, were disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they asked it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. as may be deduced, the sycamore's ideal owner was curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrated a capacity to learn and adapt that earned it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods. unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled. affiliation: xenophilius does not associate with any political movements. (order leaning)

appearance:

height: 5′ 8″. hair color: silver. eye color: dark brown. typical hair style: kept a mid length, around his jaw and chin, it usually is very windswept and loose. he occasionally will style it by tying it up in a little ponytail or gel it into various spikes. fashion style: his pants are too tight and his shirts are too loose. xen can very often be found in jumpers with cosmic motifs. he prefers to wear shimmering and silky fabrics and colors that give a metallic sheen. chains, baubles, charms, and other assorted accoutrements are essential. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: xen is a short king and people have noted that he has a very impish looking face. he is a little cross eyed. there are tattoos on various spots of his body. one on his left ankle of a flying saucer, a large piece on his back of ‘extraterrestrial magic markings’, and a narwhal on the back of his right elbow.

personality:

positive traits: funky. devil may care. unprejudiced. negative traits: impertinent. odd. anarchist. theme song: starman by david bowie

headcanons:

when xen first stumbled upon the crashed satellite, close neighbor and lifelong friend, arthur weasley, was the first person he grabbed to show and explain his new theories. arthur immediately agreed to help him build a magical machine that could help take him back to the stars. they often work on it together at the burrow.

xen writes and prints a zine primarily focusing on his philosophical ideations, the ethos of the extraterrestrial, and an index and deep descriptions of magical creatures that mainstream society largely ignores or believes to be fantasy.

he definitely knows how to play a theremin. it is one of his favorite past times, and he claims that it is a soothing sound which helps him clear his mind when experiencing any form of writer’s block.

biography:

eurydice carrow was the oft forgotten middle child of a well to do pureblooded family that desired a place of belonging. diogenes lovegood was a halfblooded rapscallion who wanted nothing more than to experience all that life had to offer. both were too young and too immature when they met to realize that while they might be in love, they were wildly incompatible. their marriage lasted only long enough to see the birth of a child. diogenes hung around to give him the family name then disappeared on a breeze without so much as a farewell or explanation.

so eurydice raised xenophilius alone for the first five years. the mother and child lived in a little shack on the edge of another family’s property. the rent was a little steep, there was only one bedroom, the kitchen stove still required chopping wood, and the building was practically falling apart. however, there was always a well tended garden of dirigible plums and an assortment of critters who made themselves equally at home. during this time, xen developed a deep well of empathy and endless curiosity.

despite the less than common circumstances of his home life, xenophilius rarely felt as though anything was lacking. their simple life never seemed odd as he had nothing else to compare it to. eurydice did not share that perspective. so she decided to remarry an amiable gentleman in a similar situation to her. they moved into his nicer home in ottery st catchpole, and xen into a basement that was converted into a bedroom. he had never felt so out of place in his life.

unfortunately, that was a feeling xenophilius never quite seemed able to shake. it lingered. it became exacerbated as his mother, step-father, and step-siblings grew comfortable together and began to thrive while he obviously did not belong here. xen grew to hate that house. where was his real father? why did his mother think he suddenly needed one now? why did this nuclear family feel so forced and wrong? it was supposed to be perfect.

most of his time came to be spent out exploring the neighborhood. xen liked to befriend to local fauna, experiment with the flora, and observe the people both magic and muggle alike. his curious nature never faltered, and he made close friends with a handful of the other kids that resided in the area. they became the sort with whom xen shared all of these difficult coming of age thoughts.

then one summer night, a loud explosion and crash startled him from bed. while it still woke the whole house, it was surprisingly loud even in the muffled basement. his step-father exclaimed that something fell from the sky. they would go report it tomorrow, but everyone should go back to sleep for the night. xen knew that would never happen. instead he snuck out and gathered his friends to go look for the impact site together. they found what was later thought to be the wreckage of a downed satellite just north of their property line. to xen, it appeared more like a method of travel; a spaceship.

this sparked the beginning of xenophilius’s love of all things extraterrestrial.

he delved into an interest in the stars, planets, asteroids, comets, and even any potential inhabitants of such places. for the first time, he felt at home in these concepts. xen came to believe that perhaps he too was a spaceman. had his father been alien too? is that why he left? or is that who was trying to return for him and crashed? all the questions that hounded him for years seemed unequivocally answered with his new theory.

that autumn, xen received his letter of acceptance into hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. unsurprisingly, he was quickly sorted into ravenclaw. the house of wit and learning bolstered that infamously curious nature and matured his abstract pondering. he showed a natural talent in herbology and arithmancy classes while he all but flunked out of defense against the dark arts as his core ethos could not reconcile with the systematic opinion imposed on the curriculum. however, he proved to be exceptional at care of magical creatures. by and far, xen stood out as a singularly gifted student with all matters regarding creature care although his methods were considered as unconventional.

as were the rest of his ideologies. while at school, xen continued to chafe against the status quo. every year he grew more at odds with what appeared to be normal. eventually, he stopped pretending that like that was something he regretted. he didn’t. xen was well pleased with his non-conformity and the philosophies that he began to incorporate into his life. that and his obvious aversion to any war influence certainly effected how he was perceived by his peers, though. it made it somewhat difficult to find a steady job after graduation.

xen moved back into that house he hated for a while, but took the odd magizoologist job here and there to search for rumored and unknown species. eventually he was able to scrounge up enough extra money to afford a disreputable place of his own. he had not been moved in for very long when an offer was extended for him to participate in a long term research expedition to find the elusive star munching snifflebits. it was an opportunity that he could not refuse.

it has been two years since they departed, and xen only recently returned to town.

#ahintro #;xen #;inspo #;about #;biography

[heidixhunter]

i don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie. but i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time. honey, i rose up from the dead; i do it all the time. i got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined. i check it once, then i check it twice. oh, look what you made me do.

basics.

name: heidi jean hunter. pronunciation: hi-dee. jeen. hunt-er. meaning: heidi: nobility. jean: god is gracious. birthday: november 3rd. scorpio. age: twenty-eight. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: lesbian. siblings: august cole hunter (26). cora margaret hunter (23). jude seth hunter (20). eloise birdie hunter (18). parents: remy hunter (father). mabel hunter nèe armstrong. other family: hunter and armstrong extended family. languages: english. current residence: london.

wizard fun.

hogwarts house: none. year of graduation: 1968. occupation: in home hospice nurse. pet: betta fish named boo. blood status: muggle. species: human. affiliation: PAM.

appearance.

height: 5’7” hair color: black. eye color: dark brown. typical hair style: short scrunched, afro-like curls. fashion style: stripes. color blocking. mom jeans. mom shorts. converse. slouched shirts. jackets. sleeping in underwear. distinguishing features: her hair. her hair is so big because it’s full of secrets.

personality.

positive traits: + leader + loving + steadfast. negative traits: - obsessive - skeptic - worry-wart. negative/positive: stirs the pot.

quick facts.

oldest of five siblings.

family always was an still is her heart.

two of her siblings, august and cora, have disappeared.

began as a nurse in a hospital. she since switched to in home hospice because she has more control over her schedule and keep up with pam needs.

in denial that there is actually magic. she only care they were a group that caused destruction.

was stella's right hand before she died. since then, the changes in happening within pam are pissing heidi off. she's to the point where she doesn't see any kind of talk changing anything. there should be action.

has a drug routine of pot and xanax to keep her emotions pushed away. she doesn't want to feel because of all the losses the magical world caused her in one night.

theme song.

look what you made me do. taylor swift. spotify to come.

headcanons.

to come.

bio.

born into a normal muggle family heidi jean hunter would always be more than normal. it was obvious she was meant for great things. she was always curious. reached milestones early. she easily played with the neighborhood kids and never missed a day of school. her parents remy and mabel, were proud as they watched her bloom. she was not only caring and lovable she was fiercely loyal.

heidi's family filled her whole heart. the four siblings came one after another: august, cora, jude and eloise joined the hunter clan. heidi grew more and more confident in herself which she extended to the little ones. she wanted to be a good example. she secretly loved when they would scrape their knees or elbows because she could tend to them. band-aids were precious toys to her. and ace bandages were a golden treasure. it was obvious where life would take her. once she completed secondary school, heidi began her journey to become a nurse. before she knew it she had graduated top of her class and became a realized her dream.

heidi quickly got the reputation for the nurse who treated her patients like family, no matter how long her time with them. all she ever wanted to do in life was in front of her. between the hospital and her family, heidi was always on her toes and always winning.

it had been a late night at the hospital. upon leaving, heidi went to the local watering hole where she was very well known. her laugh, the music blaring, small dance moves, hugs that squeezed out any uneasiness and shared drinks with bar buddies were reasons she loved the place. she could decompress. but that all changed in the snap of a finger. the winning ended like that.

shattered and broken glass wasn't only on the floor but also embedded in the skin of the people she called friends. she had injuries herself but needed to take care of the people who got the worst of it: the ones in front of the bar directly next to the windows and bricks. heidi jumped up and ran outside to see two figures standing there one minute and gone in a flash. heidi ignored what she saw – it was something stress induced. she returned to try life saving measures of those around her but so many wonderful humans were gone. they weren't given the opportunity to live -- and for what? loss number one.

she didn’t want to leave those she cared about lying across the floor or struggling to move but she had to check on her family. she looked around the room and whispered “i’m sorry” before leaving, the strained music still playing.

when she got to her parents’ home, heidi discovered their street had been affected but the damage was fairly minimal. the two youngest siblings, jude and eloise, had been staying with their parents at the time. the four of them were in the clear. but what about august and and cora? heidi didn’t know where they were. her heartbreak quickly went to anger. she wanted to scream but a flowing river of emotions meant nothing could come out aside from grinding teeth, clenched fits and tightened muscles. losses two and three.

what heidi saw the night of terror was all wrong. the two figures disappeared in a flash. she didn't hear gunshots. or see a wrecking ball. she didn't hear anything familiar, but the building was utterly destroyed. her scientific mind couldn't understand a "magical world” but whoever they were, heidi would not accept their actions.

when pam was created heidi was first in line to sign up. stella held herself in the perfect way and heidi looked up to her. stella was someone who saw that words in a newspaper weren’t going to fix anything. fixing this issue would take more: more action, more ruthlessness and even more blurring the lines of morality. seeing as she took to stella so fervently it took no time for heidi to become her second in command.

but then stella was killed – loss number four. somehow mona — fucking mona — took the group from heidi’s hands. she hated and resented it and wanted stella back (or anyone with half a brain). why not leave? someone had to stir the pot and remind them of what brought them there in the first place. heidi wouldn’t let them forget that stella was killed for standing up for what they all claimed to believe in. if that wasn’t a reason to keep fighting, she didn’t know what was. she was determined to bring people back around to see what monsters were among them. heidi wouldn't let a "wizarding" community ruin their lives anymore than they already had. she worked to be active and bold.

to deal with the pain of those she’d lost – including pam, loss number five – she began smoking pot and popping xanax to dull her emotions. if she felt it too much, she would crack into a million pieces. as time went on so did her high. it followed her like a ghost; followed like the ghosts of all lost.

this was heidi's life now. for better or worse, this was it. she still wanted to help others and make a difference, but she wasn’t the heidi she once recognized in the mirror. her desires hadn’t changed but life had. regardless she told herself, “come hell or high water i’ll make everything right again.”

#bio. #intro. #ahintro

[kxngdomcxme]

carolina ‘lena’ snyde - 26 - misuse of muggle artifacts

                                           order of the phoenix 

Carolina Snyde, oldest daughter to Saoirse and Charles Snyde, was born screaming and never stopped. Her voice was loud, she was able to project it down the length of the House tables at Hogwarts, could catch you from five staircases up. Of course, half the time she was half hung over the railing, holding on by her pinkies as she looked downwards - but who’s really caring that much about specifics? Even so, she was never really the “it” girl. She had friends in all the other houses, was able to come and go as she pleased. It was nice. There weren’t many commitments she had to stick to over the summers or during break - and that attitude carried into her life post education. 

Coming from a Pureblood family, Lena was used to prejudice being whispered into her ears from a young age. She never listened, though, letting the words slip out through the other ear. When she was sorted into Hufflepuff her father gave her a warning. One that was intended to scare her straight, make her see the ‘wisdom’ of his words and of the plan of the Dark Lord. Still, she let the words slip away. By the time she was fifteen, Charles was sick of trying to ‘bring her around’. He gave her an ultimatum, take the mark when she turned seventeen or live on the street. Carolina packed her trunk and called the Knight Bus before he could even start yelling. 

After that, there was a tough outer layer thrown over her personality. She didn’t tell many of her classmates, only trusting a few with the information, and she mostly just pretended that it never happened. Denial has the grip of a boa, and it has been almost a decade in which it has been constricting Lena’s mind. In an act of defiance, or maybe she had been subconsciously working towards it since she was younger, Lena joined the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts division at the ministry. She has always been fascinated with muggle life, as it had been shielded from her for so long and spoken with such distaste, that it only felt natural to gravitate towards wanting to know more. Plus, she was absolute shit at potions, in which the rest of her family excelled. (Did they explode in her face nine times out of ten? maybe so)

Carolina now lives in a small little apartment in Muggle London. It’s a few train stops away from the Ministry, but she doesn’t mind. The past few years she has immersed herself in muggle culture, and it wasn’t until she started noticing weird things happening around her complex and in London in general that she began fully putting herself back into the wizarding world. Of course, if you walk into her apartment you will usually find a plant watering itself, the dishes being cleaned and placed in their respective places, and other odd happenings - but she’s barely seen other wizards outside of work. The war she had been avoiding for so long was finally at her doorstep, and maybe the denial that had been glazing over her eyes for so long was finally fading away. 

#csbio #bio #ahintro #cs

[scoutstampede]

t z i p o r a h   t a l l u l a h   t u r n e r

basics:

name: tziporah tallulah turner. scout. pronunciation: zi-PAWR-ə  tə-LOO-lə  TUR-nər. SKOWT. meaning: tziporah- bird, beauty, trumpet. tallulah- leaping water. birthday: november 13th. age: twenty-nine. pronouns: she & her & they. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: abigail turner. (deceased) parents: daniel turner. naomi turner. other family: clementine cohen (niece). languages: english, hebrew, arabic, russian. current residence: the ranch in devon. hometown: israel.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: hufflepuff. year of graduation: 1970. occupation: rancher. pet: horses. her favorite is called boaz. blood status: muggleborn. species: witch. patronus: abraxan winged horse.  a breed of winged horse, gigantic in size and extremely powerful. they are selective eaters and usually require forceful handling. as a patronus, they represent power, determination, and a free spirit. winged horses often struggle to keep all four hooves on the ground when in contemplation. they can be out of touch with the mundane. one quest for them is finding ways to ground and center effectively. those with this patronus are very flexible. boggart: anything bad that could happen to clem. especially if it’s caused by scout. amortentia:   sugar cubes. while it’s not the particularly musky smell that most horses have, scout does associate the more palatable scent with feeding the sweet treats to her favorite animals. she almost always has sugar cubes around and readily available. clementines. it’s not only the namesake of her beloved niece, but clementine trees have always grown around scout’s home. they are associated with a deep sense of serenity, healing, and peace. they make her think of family. they give her a sense of belonging and roots. motor oil. her car has broken down enough that scout recognizes it in an instant. while it frustrates the hell out of her, scout has learned to like something about the scent. maybe it’s associated with the relief of getting it fixed. wand type: 11 3/4″, larch wood wand with a unicorn hair core, direct. strong, durable and warm in colour, larch has long been valued as an attractive and powerful wand wood. its reputation for instilling courage and confidence in the user has ensured that demand has always outstripped supply. this much sought-after wand is, however, hard to please in the matter of ideal owners, and trickier to handle than many imagine. I find that it always creates wands of hidden talents and unexpected effects, which likewise describes the master who deserves it. It is often the case that the witch or wizard who belongs to the larch wand may never realise the full extent of their considerable talents until paired with it, but that they will then make an exceptional match. unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled. affiliation: neutral.

appearance:

height: 5′7″. hair color: black. eye color: grey/green. typical hair style: unconstrained thick curls. sometimes featuring braids. fashion style: scout is a classic horse girl. she knows how to rock a good denim look, and relies on the sturdiness of a good jacket. natural patterns and colors permeate nearly everything. she tends to lean towards simple tank tops or t-shirts with layered flannels and work boots. additionally, scout is known to be caught in lots of little baubles that clem makes for her. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: scout’s most notable feature is probably her hair. however, she has a strong brow, strong nose, and strong jaw as well. her eyes are notably lighter than what would be expected for her darker features. while she has no tattoos (her mother would kill her), scout does have road rash scars on her thighs and bicep. additionally, she has a hoof shaped scar on her left foot.

personality:

positive traits: intrepid. rugged. negative traits: gambler. mulish. theme song: big & scared by raleigh ritchie

headcanons:

when scout came home and committed to raising her niece, she sold off her motorbike and bought a normal car that regularly breaks down on her because it’s incompatible with her magic even though she tries not to use magic as much as possible.

although scout used to just gamble for fun, or to feed herself and put gas in the tank, it’s become more of an addiction now. whether it derives from being so suddenly thrust into responsibilities that she feels out of her control or if it’s a method of coping with the sudden loss of her sister, she isn’t sure. it does seem to be growing out of hand.

ever since she took on the guardianship of her niece, scout has implemented bonfire friday. every friday when she gets home from school, or when the sun begins to set during the summer, the two will build a bonfire. they cook all manner of foods over it, but most importantly, they attempt to create a perfect s’more.

biography:

tw: war, injury, ptsd, death, addiction

The Turner’s weren’t necessarily a run of the mill family even before they found out that one of their daughters was a witch. Daniel Turner was a soldier on leave when he met the woman whom he would proudly proclaim from that day forward was the greatest love of his life. Naomi was born to a hard-working, but well to do family of Arabian horse breeders. They met at the train depot before each intending to take off in opposite directions. However, Daniel became so enamored that he ended up boarding the wrong train just to talk with her longer. He might have been harshly reprimanded by his superiors, but he knew even then that this was the beginning of his life.

They were married at the next available opportunity. Despite the fact that he was still in the service, they purchased a small plot of land where Naomi could continue her work with horses as they built up a small, warm home. There were long stretches of time where he would be gone yet Naomi was perfectly suited to handling the solitary life for the most part. Within the first two years of their marriage, the Turner’s began to expect their first child. Abigail was born in the middle of spring with no one there but a midwife to help her mother through it all. Daniel often said this was one of the biggest regrets of his life followed closely by the similar birth of their second daughter in autumn nearly five years later. 

Tziporah Tallulah Turner was ferried into the waking world under the bright afternoon sun after nearly eighteen hours of labor with the midwife and her older sister Abigail as the helping hands to her formidably capable mother. The very same mother who regularly reported for as long as memory served that her second child was born stubborn and obstinately managed to stay that way. The girls grew up under their mother’s watchful eye knowing hard work and even harder play. They bustled around the ranch to discover every nook and cranny of the small, fruitful property. Abigail was the mature sort even in her youth which balanced well when she was always trailing after her baby sister and pulling her from peril at the last possible moment. It often fell to her to ensure that the chores between them both were managed. 

Life carried on as such until the summer following Tziporah’s fourth birthday. Naomi received word that Daniel had been injured, seriously injured. He would be retiring from his duty with honor and returning home full time to his girls. Even in the wake of the bad news, the girls were ecstatic. Finally, their father would be here. He would be with them. They would get the chance to know him for more than just small leave breaks at a time. Yet, it soon became obvious that no matter how Daniel attempted to hide the shadows in his eyes from his great loves, that he was a severely haunted man. The most serene he seemed to be was during the regular walks he would take the girls along the old grove of clementine trees that lined the edge of the property. 

Daniel found peace with his wife and daughters around. He delighted in Naomi’s steady presence, cherished Abigail’s sweet nature, and challenged Tziporah’s hard-nosed stubbornness from the moment he learned how easy the toddler was to tease. It was his breezy tone that eventually gave her the nickname that would follow her throughout the rest of her life: Scout. The girl who seeks out trouble first. His daughter who would leap without looking. A force to reckon with as the Turner family vanguard. In fact, the informal moniker was so suiting it would become the only thing the young, restless girl ever answered to at all. 

Less than a year after his return, the Turner’s made the difficult decision to leave their first home for good. It was still too difficult for Daniel to be there. Every loud cracking branch or horse hooves plodding too closely to the main home had him wincing and gasping as if he were in another world. They decided to leave their home country entirely and set off on a new sort of adventure. They relocated to a much larger, private ranch in Devon and expanded from horse breeding to include cows and a small variety of sheep as well. Daniel even thought to bring a budding clementine tree and start a grove along the edge of the property. He started to really heal.

As the elder sister, Abigail grew to excel in her schoolwork and took on the majority of the household responsibilities. She was often found hanging the wash, doing the dishes, or helping her mother start supper from the moment that she returned home for the day. Scout was much the opposite. School bored her almost as much as the household chores that she slugged through at the behest, and occasionally cajoling, of her sister. Her real passion came with the animals on the property. Much like Naomi, Scout showed an instant and instinctual nature with the horses. Her father called them the horse whisperers. It wasn’t hard to have her rise with the sun and run out to handle anything that the stable required. 

Everything changed when a woman with crescent shaped glasses and an emerald cloak appeared one evening at their door. Scout could have sworn that she approached as a cat, but Abigail told her that was impossible. They would come to find that it was not nearly as impossible as what else the Turner’s should learn existed that day. Scout was a witch. The only one in her family, and there was a school that could teach her how to be an even better one if she would like to go there to learn. Both of her parents encouraged her, but it was Abigail that was hesitant to let her go. A hesitancy that she later admitted to be pure envy of her sister’s newfound specialness. Scout decided to go. As the trees turned in color, she sought out the Hogwarts express and scouted out what life as a witch would be like.

The sorting hat placed her in Hufflepuff. She didn’t exactly know what that meant at the time, but apparently it was near the kitchens so that was just fine by her. Scout grew to love charms, but she excelled in care of magical creatures as well as potions. The discovery of winged horses cemented in her mind what Scout wanted to do one day. She made friends easily, and always looked forward to the summer holiday when she was able to return to the ranch, her family, and her horses. 

A few months before graduation, Scout got a letter from her sister explaining that she was engaged. The wedding was planned for that fall. The ceremony went off without a hitch, but following the festivities and the honeymoon, Daniel and Naomi asked for all their children, including the newest third, to sit down for a discussion. They revealed that they intended to move again. After all these years, they wanted to return home. Daniel finally thought that it was the right time. He’d healed those old wounds. The couple had managed to buy their old place back and intended to give the ranch to the girls now to do with what they wished. 

Abigail wanted to start a family, but Scout admitted that she wasn’t quite ready to settle down yet. School left her unable to adventure and travel as she had always talked about, as she had a passion for, as she longed to do for ages, and they agreed that the ranch would go to the newlyweds for the time being with the understanding that one day Scout could return and take up work on it again. So while Abigail began plans for a nursery room to decorate, Scout purchased an old motorbike and had it painted with her own particular flare. Then she took to the road.

There was never a plan or a particular destination on the map that she was interested in heading towards. Sometimes Scout just followed the sun as far as she could for a day. Other times, she'd visit every stable down the road that she passed. If there was an odd job that she could pick up here or there, Scout would stick around anywhere for a while, but the majority of her means were made through gambling so she could keep roving. She would even go far enough to visit her parents when she could. When she got particularly lonesome, inevitably Scout would end up back home for an extended weekend or more. 

Then Abigail got pregnant. Scout started to come home more and more. It was a delight like she’d never known to see her sister glowing and growing a little life inside of her. For as long as Scout could remember, Abigail had been destined to be a mother. Every instinct and drive in her sister had been gearing her towards that life. Scout wanted to revel in that excitement with her. Besides, it was always a comfort to be in the stables again, and it was a good respite from the brewing war in the magic world.

Clementine, named for those old trees that brought their father such comfort, was born, and so was born the world’s coolest aunt. Scout knew without a doubt that she’d never loved anyone as much as that little girl. As the baby grew, Scout’s inclination to adventure lessened. She found herself at the ranch for longer spells. What was once extended weekends staying home soon turned into extended weekend trips instead. It had all flipped on its head without her even realizing it. Scout wanted to see her niece’s big life moments. A part of her wanted those roots again if only a little bit. Scout fell back into the stables. She even built one on the very edge of the property, away from muggle eyes, that housed winged horses as well. They needed her.

Still even as Clementine grew from a baby to a toddler to a child, Scout couldn’t commit to settling down completely. Roaming was too much fun, gambling still tickled her fancy, and there was still so much left to explore. It was on one of those long weekends away when she received word that would change everything forever. Abigail and her partner had been in a terrible accident. There had been no survivors in either vehicle. Scout had to go home immediately. Clementine needed her now. How was she meant to go from aunt to parent? Especially when her world was at war, and Scout knew so intimately how that could scar a soul.

#ahintro #;biography #;about #;scout #;inspo

[reganreigns]

r e g a n   l o v e c r a f t   c o r t e s

basics:

name: regan waite lovecraft cortes. pronunciation: ree·guhn wayt luhv·kraft kor·tez. meaning: regan- royal, regal. waite- watchman. birthday: october 13th. age: thirty-five. pronouns: she & her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: tai lovecraft. parents: park lovecraft, camilla lovecraft nee chambers. other family: nero cortes (husband). languages: english, french, spanish, latin, greek, russian, gaelic, etc. current residence: calantha’s residence. hometown: manchester.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: slytherin. year of graduation: 1963. occupation: wizengamot judge. pet: black cat named void. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: octopus. octopus represents our willpower and focus. octopus patronuses are very wise and smart, having the skills to get out of sticky situations. octopus looks at circumstances, adapts, flexes and then finds a strategic way to fix things or make them better. to humans, octopus may seem mysterious. as a sea creature, this patronus touches our deep emotions in unanticipated ways. she shows us our potential and supports our ability to reason things out. if octopus walked on land, it would be a life-long student of energetic realms and the ancient mysteries. many people who encounter octopus find they have very detailed dreams some of which are precognitive. octopus loves students and frequently comes to those immersed in higher learning. boggart: regan fears more than anything the unrelenting call of the otherness, the void, the chaos to which her family was lost so many years ago. amortentia:   pine. the smell of the deep wood, specifically right after a night long storm when the mist is clinging to the evergreen pines through the haze of breaking dawn, is absolutely intoxicating to regan. coffee. coffee when you can’t decide from the smell if it’s too sweet or too bitter. a deep, complex roast that clears your sinuses and wets your appetite. brine. the spray of deep sea. the water of depth of the unknown. the mist that even a lighthouse is unable to cut through. the obscurity of salt and water. wand type: 11 3/4″, blackthorn wood wand with a veela hair core, encouraging. blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation, in my view well-merited, of being best suited to a warrior. this does not necessarily mean that its owner practises the dark arts (although it is undeniable that those who do so will enjoy the blackthorn wand’s prodigious power); one finds blackthorn wands among the aurors as well as among the denizens of azkaban. It is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish. veela hair was a material from the head of a veela that could be used to comprise the core of a wand. it is known to be temperamental and is not commonly used. it is typically between the power of a unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. affiliation: death eaters.

appearance:

height: 5′4″. hair color: black. eye color: variably black or grey. typical hair style: often parted in the middle or slightly off-center, regan wears her hair with soft curls an hanging loose around her shoulders. she does pin it back during trial. fashion style: regan prefers high quality fabrics with uniquely silhouettes and asymmetrical cuts. she loves a dramatic drape and a cinched waist. it is rare to ever see her dressed down. even her sleepwear is finery. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: regan has a beauty mark above her lip on the left side of her mouth. her eyes are very cutting. there is a combative soft harshness to her features and expression.

personality:

positive traits: ordered. incisive. regal. negative traits: nihilistic. antithetical. conflicted. theme song: once and never more by shadow academy

headcanons:

ever since regan was a very young girl, she has suffered from horrible reoccurring nightmares. nearly every single night, she will awaken screaming in terror or gasping for air at some point. usually it is easy for her to settle back down and fall back asleep, but some nights she will remain awake until there is light again.

regan owns the ancient necronomicon that belonged to her parents before they were lost to the chaos. she’s read it through several times and studied it extensively as it is probably the only copy of such a text.

martini’s will always be her drink of choice. regan wants them dry with gin, stirred, with as many olives as bartender would dare include. she is very particular as to the taste and is not above sending them back if she thinks that her tastes have been offended.

biography:

tw: lost parents, miscarraige

There are some families which are uniquely destined to answer the call of the void. Lovecraft has always been a name associated with the loss of sanity. That is why it never came as any surprise to hear that the majority of the Lovecraft family had been lost to the chaos. Park and Camilla Lovecraft had never been the avid social climbers that their peer’s ambition pushed them towards. Instead their interest lay in an old family pursuit to uncover the unknowable. 

To the outside world, all would have appeared to be perfectly expected of the two purebloods. Park made a career in arithmancy while his wife, Camilla, was a linguist who focused on dead languages and ancient runes. Their marriage had been arranged, but the couple learned how to get along famously. It was never a passionate love, but a genuine partnership. First they gave birth to a boy named Tai, later came a daughter whom they called Regan.

However, as the Lovecraft family firmly believed, the outside world understood very little. It was best that way as most minds would shatter to know the truth, yet that was the truth that they sought to know. The couple delved deep into dark magic. They acquired books that had been made illegal for generations. They sought ancient spells that landed you in Azkaban. They ventured to the limits of what they believed possible and even further. 

One day, when Regan was only nine years old, they ventured too far. No one could ever be certain what happened to the Lovecrafts. It was only ever said that Park, Camilla, and Tai were ‘lost to the chaos’. That is to say, the young girl suddenly and unexpectedly found herself wandering the recesses of her family home all alone in the world. Rumors circulated about what could have happened, but the truth remains as they would have wanted it: unknown. 

Thankfully, before her family was lost, they had ensured that Regan was betrothed to a suitable match for her. The family of her affianced held no hesitation to take her in as a ward until it would become time for her to marry. She did her all in her power to ensure that she would never be a burden of their generosity. There was no desire in her to be lost to the chaos. Any rule that was made, Regan would abide. Any expectation set, would be met. Order became something that she relied upon invariably. Yet, there was always a strange sort of call in her to some otherness.

As expected, her Hogwarts letter arrived in emerald ink instructing her of what materials would be needed for the year. Regan was sorted into Slytherin house, fitting given her keen cunning and ruthless resourcefulness. It was also a relief to be near her fiance, whom she had grown as comfortable with as her own order. Academics were never a struggle, nor even a consistent occupant of her consideration. School was simple. Study what was assigned, complete the syllabus, and successful marks would be achieved. Regan did show considerable talent in Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and Ancient Studies.

Following her completion of school, Regan pursued a career in law. The role of a judge suited her well as did her much anticipated marriage. Her husband always seemed to quiet that call of the otherness. Regan grew to truly love him, though the nature of their relationship did leave her often questioning if he felt the same or if it were all obligation. Fears which were only made worse as they tried in vain to have children, although she attempted to put them at ease with work. Regan rose in rank through the years. She even managed to secure a role in the Wizengamot. 

That did not dissuade her from studying what might be considered illegal or dark magic, though. Regan, much like her family, became a student of the same ancient ways. It was knowledge that boasted a unique usefulness among her companions and even especially her husband. The couple were both of high status under the Dark Lord, although she preferred to keep her activities to a more theoretical application than performative endeavors.

It was after a particularly trying trial that Regan came to the shattering realization that she had miscarried again. Unlike the previous times, and much to her heartache, she had not even realized that she might be pregnant before it was too late. Overwhelmed in her grief, guilt, insecurity, and simply weak to that call of chaos, Regan left. With no explanation, she separated from her husband and took a leave of absence from her work. There was a desire to disappear, but even more desperately, there was a desire to demand answers. How could everything become so lost? How could anyone know what to hold onto? What was important? Was anything? Can anything answer those questions?

#ahintro #;about #;biography #;regan #;inspo

[auxrorkind]

introducing: thalia mendoza

tl;dr: girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep, play drums

24 years young

5′ exactly

drummer for the hex girls and all around scam artist

thalia was the product of a one-night stand, and subsequently spent her whole childhood going back and forth between her father in mexico and her mother in brazil. both muggles, it was a shock to each of them to learn that their daughter had magic abilities, and when thalia got the letter to attend castelobruxo she planted herself in brazil. she’d spend a week or two of the summer visiting her father, but the rest of the time she was either at school or staying with her mother. 

both of her parents were musicians - it was how they met - and they instilled a love for playing drums in thalia. 

at castelobruxo she met zina, barbie, teo, and not long after kimiko came around. kimiko was the one to come up with the idea for a band, and the plan stuck. the hex girls were born, with thalia on drums.

school wasn’t exactly thalia’s forte, but two things were and are: playing the drums and finding unique ways to get things. she wasn’t a thief, that wasn’t thalia’s thing, she instead enjoyed convincing people to give her things. not begging, just... asking. flirting. tricking. it was so easy, and it’s her favorite hobby today behind drumming. 

the group very recently moved to london with the intent of getting inspiration for a new album and just seeing new sights, and thalia’s obsessed. it’s a brand new world. they’re living in a mansion courtesy of an old ass man who lived in america but loved the idea of helping some “pretty girls find their footing” before he went back home. 

the war’s... a thing, alright. it’s not half as prevalent in brazil, and it was a bit jarring coming to britain and learning that there were a shit ton of people who wanted her dead just because her parents weren’t magic. she isn’t too worried about it, it’s not like it’s written on her forehead that she’s a “mudblood,” or whatever the brits are calling it, so she’s just minding her own business and making music and living her life. 

other fun facts:

goth queen 

in a poly relationship with teo and barbie, definitely not the most affectionate of the bunch but is very much april ludgate vibes

changes her outfit and hairstyle like minimum 3 times a day

is very into gardening, not so much herbology and all the brain power that comes with that, but she just likes her little plants and treats them as her own children 

much like rab i’m sure more will come as i write her but she is also very new to me so don’t go wild if she’s weird for a bit lol

#ahintro #thalia;about #thalia;musings #;thalia

[hauntedscreams]

introducing zoey avery altman 

basics:

name: zoey avery altman meaning: zoey meaning life. avery meaning ruler of the elves. nickname(s): zo birthday: april 12 age: 35 pronouns: she/her sexuality: heterosexual  siblings: elizabeth & lydia altman parents: joseph & jennifer altman languages: english, french, italian, spanish

personality:

pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/hanrp9202/zoey-altman/ positive traits: spirited, clever negative traits: erratic, indulgent zodiac: aries (determined, confident, passionate, impulsive, impatient) mbti: entp (debater) alignment: chaotic neutral  theme song: i hurt too - katie herzig 

more fun:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw occupation: production manager at wwn pet: ziggy - long-haired white cat (https://www.pinterest.com/hanrp9202/zoey-altman/ziggy) fashion: https://www.pinterest.com/hanrp9202/zoey-altman/fashion blood status: pureblood patronus: erumpent amortentia scent: bacon, maple syrup, butterbeer wand type: larch wood, unicorn tail hair, 10 3/4 inches affiliation: neutral 

headcanons:

her parents are fairly wealthy, but do not and have never really gotten involved in politics, especially the war.

she is the oldest of three daughters.

was sorted into ravenclaw when she went to hogwarts.

she is a paradox, extremely controlling of certain aspects while completely out of control in others.

always had a fascination with muggle news programs on the tellie, but more the aspects of what went on behind the scenes.

worked her way up at wwn ever since she graduated hogwarts, determined to make the best news radio show.

started dating the host of the show, sterling.

didn't realize how serious they were or that she was in love with him until she slept with her ex. kept it to herself for awhile until she thought her and sterling were headed towards marriage and she should tell him about the indiscretion, thinking it wasn't that big of a deal and she would be able to explain it.

when sterling ended things with her, she was heartbroken.

moved to new york for a year and a half to work on a muggle news network in the states.

came home because she missed her friends and family (especially sterling)

you will either see her dressed to the nines for work or wearing yoga pants and an oversized sweater, there is no in between.

buy her a drink and you have made a new friend.

has to wear glasses when she is reading.

#;zoey { about } #;zoey { intro } #ahintro

[strifestriken]

s t r i f e   d e l a n e y   k i l l i c k

basics:

name: strife delaney killick. pronunciation: straɪf  duh-LAYN-ee  ki·luhk. meaning: strife- angry or bitter disagreement over fundamental issues; conflict. delaney- descendant of the dark defiance. birthday: february 29th. age: twenty-five. pronouns: she & her. sexuality: bisexual. siblings: ciaran killick, branna killick, darcy killick. parents: brandon killick, ciara killick nee macdougal. other family: very, very distantly the sayre’s. languages: english, french, latin, gaelic. current residence: a flat with rosalie sayre. hometown: galway, ireland.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: slytherin. year of graduation: 1974. occupation: ballerina. pet: pet crow called st. bitch (or brian), an owl called cognito & a mouse called lunch. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: western barn owl. the patronus of an owl symbolizes a strong aura of wisdom, and individuals with it shine intellectually. they are not very social people, but they tend to be very admired for the impression their blatant knowledge of the world. common in bird patronuses, the owl has a strong spirit that gives them a freedom to do as they please, with little interference of the opinion’s of society. barn owls are secretive and like to remain hidden. they are very rarely seen and have the ability to hide and strike when they need to. however, it is often possible to hear them very clearly with their loud, shrieking voices. boggart: strife is deathly afraid of the concept of a boggart and boggarts themselves. she has no idea what she would see if actually faced with one which only serves to further terrify her. (she’s got a healthy fear of paradox.) amortentia:   heather. heather absolutely dominates the fields surrounding the killick properties and the sprawling beyond. strife did not even know what a world that didn’t smell of heather was like until she left home for the city the first time. to her, that’s just how the world should always smell, anything lacking is strange. nettle wine. lazy sunday afternoons were more often than not filled with helping her grandpa brew a colorful variety of wines, ales, liquors, spirits, and beers. most did not make the old house smell good, and strife liked to loudly complain about his crazy hobbies. however, she always helped and the days when they made nettle wine together were strife’s favorites. wild irish rose. strife stayed up in her attic room most nights. she far preferred to sleep by the light of day, and she would keep her window open to see the stars. she could smell the old wild roses that had grown up the vines on the side of the house. there is a singular solitary sort of comfort in that scent. wand type: 13″, rowan wood wand with a horned serpent and kelpie hair core, outright difficult. rowan gives a definite boost to charms and transfiguration, but is one of the most willing and reliable all-around wand woods. it was commonly used for a bow-making wood, and carries this significance into being a good dueling wood. also known as mountain ash, witchwood and sorb apple has long been known as an aid in protection and control against enchantment and beguiling. sticks of the rowan were used to carve runes on. its lovely red berries feed the birds in winter. the rowan was sacred to the druids and the goddess brigit. wands made from the rowan are famous for their protective qualities. these wands are the equal of any, often the better, and frequently out-perform others in duels. those who are independent, proud, cynical, stubborn, wise, true and loyal will have this wand core. native to scotland, kelpie hairs are incredibly temperamental cores, explaining their rarity. having such a wand core suggests that you have a stubborn, volatile energy, unable to yield or to be controlled by most. your naturally cynical and not easily convinced when you are proven wrong. horned serpent core is exceptionally powerful, sensitive to parseltongue, and can warn their owners of danger by emitting a low musical tone. affiliation: none.

appearance:

height: 5′3″. hair color: brunette. eye color: like the sea after a storm. typical hair style: it is almost always braided in some way and often tucked into a coronet of some sort. she likes to wear bones, pewter pins, and brooches stuck into her hair. fashion style: strife’s style can best be described as forest witch who is heavily influenced by stevie nicks met a biker gang and is interviewing for a government job. she likes to wear layers, fringe, dramatic lengths and cuts. strife leans towards darker colors and lots of pewter baubles and accessories. she’s not afraid to steer into posh statement pieces or leather, either. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: strife is known for her sharp, precise, and somewhat performative movements and is notably light on her feet. she has piercings running up both her ears and in the center of her bottom lip. she has tattoos on every finger, her elbows, her shoulders, and her spine. strife has a scar on the left side of her lower back from a rogue spell, and laceration scars across the center of both her palms.

personality:

positive traits: enchanting. ardent. canny. negative traits: flippant. callous. homesick. theme song: foreigner’s god by hozier

headcanons:

since strife was born on a leap day, it’s always been a joke amongst her friends and family that she’s really only six in age. she also refuses to have birthday parties on any year that doesn’t actually have her birthday on the calendar. there is no picking another day. to strife, there is only a huge party every four years.

strife has always just really love flying. she used to take the broom out over the fields behind the killick family home. in school, she played as a chaser for the quidditch team, but was never really a star player.

strife has developed a lot of owl like qualities over the last few years. she widens her eyes quickly, tilts her head jarring sometimes to the side, and is even more the night owl than ever before.

biography:

the killick blood runs deep in the mountains beneath their ancestral home. rumor in the county believes the entire family was molded from that old clay, and breathed to life like many stone golems through the generations. as if that is how one would make a proper golem, but muggles will spread any old story to believe in something except for what is the obvious explanation. they were simply a family of old magic who loved their home enough to see it through the years- both living and dead alike. members from every branch of the sprawling family tree haunted the halls and hills- great grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings.

it was when brandon killick took up the mantle of patriarch that the true price of family was measured. the man, newlywed to his childhood sweetheart ciara, had expected generally to live the same easy-going life as his father and his father’s father had before him. he was quite shocked to realize that the vault he inherited was rather empty, the coffers were dry, the old money on which the killicks’ had existed for generations had dried up. it had all been given generously to their kin or used to repair the home. there was no more left. nothing. brandon knew with abject certainty that he could never let anyone outside the immediate family know. their name would not recover.

brandon stepped into a career in the wizengamot, while ciara continued in the respectable ranks of a specialized obliviator. ciaran was their first born, a dark-haired boy whose easy humor made him impossible to refuse. there was very little genuine behind those welcoming, warm smiles. soon after came their second child, but first daughter, branna. she balanced her brother by being every bit the cool, meticulous, pragmatist her father needed. the family dynamic built itself quickly and with steadfast resolution. they would reestablish the relevancy of their family. thus life continued for several years. then along came strife- unexpected in all regards.

from the very second that strife killick entered this world, it would be of her own accord. three whole weeks late for labor and on a day that only existed every four trips around the sun, she arrived the unplanned third of the family, though still not the last. it was only complete when her younger brother darcy was born soon enough after that strife had no memory of a childhood before him.

in order to keep in line with his ambition to rebuild the family, brandon and ciara raised all four children with exceedingly high expectations placed upon them and very few means to accomplish said expectations save through will and creativity alone. they wanted the killicks to be extraordinary. they were pushed to pursue any talents they showed from a young age and perfect and polish those skills. especially those skills which their parents thought might be valuable in the most monetary sense of the word. it was an easy motivation when strife realized that she performed well under that pressure. the girl loved a challenge and rising to meet it. she loved the praise and even in her young age became an accomplished dancer and orator. the attention molded her, and she wanted a space all her own to toy without supervision. strife moved her bedroom to the attic space away from everyone but the ghosts that haunted it.

hogwarts went much the same when strife received her letter by owl. every task that was placed before her, she was eager to climb and conquer so long as the praise continued and her appetite for competition was whet. needless to say, the sorting hat wasted no time at all in declaring her a slytherin. she showed particular proclivity towards potions, transfigurations, and defense against the dark arts although did reasonably well in all her classes when the material suited. her parents could not help but be proud when strife went on to become a prefect and later head girl in her final year. she even made time for quidditch. her father often remarked that she was very promising. although he was never quite pleased when strife boldly declared that all the politics of war were not a challenge worth her efforts and changed the direction of her fascination from minister of magic to simple cursebreaker, as the latter was definitely a step down in his eyes, and brandon killick was a man with very big plans for her.

it was the christmas holiday of her final year at school that really began the events which unfolded later. strife would mark the moment that her father told her that she was to be betrothed to another pureblooded boy without her consent as the very second that the challenge presented itself. this was not something that she wanted. strife would find an out. after returning to school, she began to ask a lot of question to a certain feline professor about the nature of her easy transfiguration. if that animal form felt like an escape, and if it still felt like her in the recesses of her mind. mcgonagall always suspected, and often attempted to subtly dissuade, her young student of her attempts, but less than a year following her graduation from hogwarts, strife was able to become a fully realized, though unregistered, animagus. it was always intended to simply be as a last resort, a plan z, a just in case spell that strife had up her sleeve for the worst scenarios. there was never any real intention to use it until she needed to.

then one day, she needed to. the wedding was fast approaching, strife had accepted a position with gringott’s, and her father asked her to come with him for a night to talk about ‘family matters’. instead, he brought her face to face with a cold-blooded man with no light or humor in his eyes and asked her to give herself over to him too. as if forcing marriage on her was not enough. strife couldn’t. a part of her knew that to refuse would be giving up everything. her home with the dirt beneath that may as well be the blood in her veins, her future ambitions wished for her and on her and by her, .her family. it would be losing her family. the ghosts of her past that told her where she came from and whispered who she could be. the flesh and blood that expected her to help them make means. it meant losing everything, even herself. she was going to one way or another. what was this if not the greatest challenge she’d faced yet? in a blink, she was a bird. a barn owl in flight. gone.

so strife remained an owl.

there was nowhere else for her to go, no one else for her to be, and this was safe. it was definitely an experience like no other. how long would she have lived that way? perhaps until the end of the war had a rogue spell not struck the owl in the back and flung it from it’s perch in the tree in the middle of one night. strife landed unconscious on the side of the road. a good samaritan found her and took her in with strife expecting to disappear again as soon as she was back on her feet only to realize that she could no longer turn into her animagus form. why? what happened? how did she fix it? what would she do now? the questions are piling up with no time to find answers. strife managed to pick up a job as a dancer to help foot the bills while she tries to create answers before she’s found and made to face the consequences that she already flew from once.

#ahintro #;about #;biography #;strife #;inspo

[savagekxds]

basics ~

name: theodora nikhazia zabini age: 19 birthday: january 25 pronouns: she/her sexuality: heterosexual blood status: pureblood species: human affiliation: death eaters (unmarked) family: mia zabini (mother), william zabini (father), thomas zabini (oldest brother, deceased), alexander zabini (older brother) faceclaim: paulina singer

wizard stuff ~

former school & house: hogwarts, gryffindor boggart: her tigress form in chains patronus: tigress current residence: her parent’s manor in the english countryside hometown: her parent’s manor occupation: unemployed

biography ~

Theodora has been a troublemaker since the day she was born. She was the third child, the youngest and a girl. By the time she came into the world her oldest brother, Thomas, was already well and truly established as the favourite. He was the golden boy, the Zabini heir. Alexander was the spare, the second son, just in case something ever happened to Thomas. Which left Theodora as…well nothing really. She was left in the care of nannies almost instantly, were it not for the gaudy family portraits strewn about the home she might have forgotten what her parents looked like. But that was fine with her. She didn’t care about power or prestige, Theodora craved freedom. 

Her early childhood years were spent making life a living nightmare for her nannies. Her magic came in early and with force, wild and unpredictable like she was, and she took great pleasure in inciting chaos wherever she went. She would often go careening down the halls of her family home, leaving mayhem in her wake and her nannies trying desperately to clean up after her. While her parents usually wouldn’t care enough to intervene, there were the rare occasions where she would overstep a line - which usually earned her a hard slap and a few harsh words from her mother. 

She wasn’t particularly close with her brothers growing up. Thomas went off to school when she was still too young to have made any meaningful memories with him, and she and Alex were too different to get along as children. School couldn’t come soon enough for Theodora, in the halls of Hogwarts she had more room to roam, more space to cause trouble. The Sorting Hat sat for a long time on little Theodora’s head before sorting her into Gryffindor. This development in her life was the first time she’d received any real attention from her parents. The Zabini daughter, sorted into Gryffindor? They took it as a personal slight against them. 

Theodora on the other hand, didn’t care. She’d never cared for all those ideals her parents held in such high esteem. Concepts such as good and evil seemed so trivial to her, all that mattered was freedom. She only cared for education as much as she could use it to have fun, and when she began learning about animagi she knew she finally had something to focus on. What could be more freeing than being able to change forms at will? And besides, she may not have been incredibly close with her brothers, but she’d did take notice in what they did. And she could let Alexander have all the fun. 

This and quidditch were the two things she really set her mind to in school. Quidditch was a good outlet for all the energy that got pent up while she was stuck in classes, and she achieved the position of chaser in her third year. She achieved the animals transformation towards the end of her seventh year, and was delighted when she slipped into her stripes for the first time. A tigress. What could be more splendid? She found such immense joy prowling through the Forbidden Forest in her new form, stalking the halls of her family manor when she returned home for holidays - hiding around corners to scare the household staff. 

She wasn’t sure what she wanted to when she graduated, the thought of being tied to one job for the rest of her life terrified her. Instead she went travelling for a little while, exploring all the forests of the world, completely free of responsibilities, supported by a trust fund. Until Thomas died. Her parents called her home, apparently having their golden boy die had spooked them, and they wanted to keep her close to home. Suddenly the war seemed so much closer. And while Theo doesn’t care for ideals or causes, her family is wrapped up in the Death Eaters, and it’s her family money that keeps her living footloose and fancy free.

physical appearance ~

height: 5′6 hair colour: dark brown eye colour: black, with flecks of gold distinguishing features: her nails are always painted black and are often sharpened into points - if this is natural or she does it herself is a mystery. her irises are flecked with gold and upon close inspection there’s a slight amber ring around her pupils. fashion style: her style is as wild as she is, bright colours and fun patterns, often loose clothes that are easy to slip in and out of when she’s shifting in and out of her tigress form because she cbf shifting her clothes with her.

traits ~

positive: adventurous, easy-going negative: amoral, selfish

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[anna-wit-locked]

introducing; anna therese

Basics

Name: Anna Therese Whitlock Pronunciation:  ˈænə ˈθɛris ˈwɪtˌlɑk  Meaning: Anna meaning ‘grace’ or ‘favor’, Therese meaning ‘late summer’ Birthday: tba Age: 24 Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: pansexual Siblings: Declan (20) Parents: Martha and Ethan Whitlock Other Family: tba Languages: English Current Residence: a small apartment in Diagon Alley Hometown:  Hertfordshire, England.

Wizard Fun

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Year of Graduation: 1973 Occupation: Private tutor and nanny Pets: two white Russian dwarf hamsters named Pickles and Tomato Blood Status: Pureblood Species: human Patronus: bloodhound Boggart: herself, in Wizengamot robes Amortentia: wax, fresh printed paper, pollen Scent: soap & marker ink Wand type: hazel wood, springy Affiliation: neutral, Order-leaning

Appearance:

Height: 5′7′’ Hair Color: blonde Eye Color: hazel Typical Hair Style: Pulled back in a braid or a bun Fashion Style: flannel, overalls, doc martens, chokers Distinguishing Features: nose piercing on the left side

Personality:

Positive Traits:  generous, loving Negative Traits:  headstrong, obsessive Quick Facts: overprotective of Declan, loves to laugh, Theme song: Raising Hell (feat. Big Freedia) by Kesha

Headcanons:

-she was the one who got Declan Sprinkles -Anna can count to ten in 5 languages -she’s left-handed -she had a very strict upbringing and did all the rebel things so Declan could fly under the radar -smokes cigarettes

#about the girlie #ahintro