Post by RHIANNON MNEMOSYNE HEATHCOTE on Jan 31, 2013 23:03:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 600px; border-left: 10px solid #c0b0a1;] Welcome to your site young blood RHIANNON MNEMOSYNE HEATHCOTE [/style] [style=font-family:times; font-size:10; letter-spacing: 6px; line-height: 2px color:#c0b0a1; text-transform:uppercase; font-style: italic; ] you're a wizard, harry nicknames: Rhian, Rhia date of birth: November 23 age: 16 gender: female sexual orientation: homosexual occupation: student bloodstatus: pureblood financial status: low middle class year: sixth house: Slytherin wand: Phoenix feather, Cedar, 11.5 inches, reasonably supple allegiance: Neutral canon: no Tell Us a little about how you look height: 5’5” weight: 110 lbs. hair: Thick, red, and slightly curled eyes: pale, greyed out green distinguishing features: nothing much aside from a very pale scar on her left hand from sharpening a knife while half asleep intended face claim: Nicole Fox overall: Rhiannon is a slim, lithe young woman rather lacking in the usual feminine curves. With her fairly active life style and the metabolism of a growing young lady, she doesn’t have much in the way of extra flesh on her body. Her red hair is thick and somewhere between curly and wavy, falling to the bottom of her shoulder blades. In general, she doesn’t put too much thought into her attire, whether Wizarding or Muggle. So varied is her wardrobe that looking in her drawers and closet one might think three or more people were storing their clothes in the same place. This is partially due to her rather eclectic tastes in general but it is also partially a conscious choice. People tend to see what they expect to see and Rhian often chooses her clothes for the day based on how she wants or needs to be perceived. and then a little about yourself likes: solitude , blood sausage, tea, early mornings, Herbalism, origami, candied violets, homemade jam, spring, reading dislikes: eggs, alcohol, blood purists, being caught in the rain, zealotry, mildew, ultimatums, shrill noises, crowds strengths: thoughtful, loyal, quick-witted, resourceful, cunning, organized weaknesses: stubborn, self-conscious, overly cautious, easily startled or discomfited, anxious boggart: The loved one most on her mind at the moment being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse with the unspoken knowledge that it’s her fault. erised: Before learning the facts of when she is it would show her standing with a girl she had a crush on at Hogwarts in a romantic pose. After it would show her parents. overall personality: When people think of people sorted into Slytherin they most certainly do not think of Rhian, except perhaps to wonder if the Sorting Hat was high at the time. It wasn't, of course. The Sorting Hat is immune to such silliness. It is simply that Slytherin has such very squeaky wheels that they get all the oil and that's all people think the House is sometimes. Mixed in with all the loud egotists and blood purists, though, are quieter craft sorts, such as Rhian. She couldn't care less about blood purity because it has no basis for anything in her mind. It doesn't make anyone magically stronger, or smarter, or inherently better in any way. It's just arbitrary labels with no point. She has better things to occupy herself with. Rhian is the Slytherin you never see coming. She's quiet, studious, and polite, but she's always thinking, always planning. She's always trying to think several steps ahead of the current moment to plan for every variable. Of course, this tends to make her rather indecisive and come across as overly cautious or even cowardly. Perhaps it is a touch of cowardice but regardless, Rhian always has at least three escape routes out of almost every situation. She's a pretty sweet person, generally, although not overly social or chatty. Large crowds make her antsy and nervous, but in a small group she relaxes. Once she's made a friend she'll defend them to the death if needs be, although she isn't truly aware of that depth of protectiveness. When pushed to her absolute limits she can act with surprising swiftness and ferocity, but her limits have yet to be breeched and she still sees herself as a meek, cowardly sort. history your family and such parents: Niamh Delphine Heathcote, mother (deceased) Veles Elwyn Heathcote; father (deceased) siblings: none pets: Yasmin, calico cat, age 8 (owned by her adult self), Altair, screech owl, age 3 (owned by her adult self) born: Aylsham, Norfolk, UK overall history: While many pureblood families wed for status, Veles and Niamh Heathcote’s union was a love match. Neither was their family’s heir, and neither family was a particularly wealthy one, but they more than made due. By the time their only child, Rhiannon, was born they were comfortably settled in the small town of Aylsham near Niamh’s Muggleborn best friend from her Hogwarts years. Rhian grew up more like a half-blood child rather than the pureblooded one she was. Her closest friends were all Muggle children, although frequent trips to visit Wizarding family, friends, and places made her very aware that she wasn’t quite like her friends. Initially it made her feel awkward when she was old enough to understand the difference but as she grew and learned more about the differences between Wizarding folk and Muggles it became a thing of pride. She was still oddly self-conscious about the magic in her blood but nonetheless it made her pleased, and even a little bit smug, to actually be something that her Muggle friends could only make believe. Still, she understood that it was very important not to let her Muggle friends know. Although living in a Muggle community, Rhian did not attend school with her neighborhood friends. It was put out that she was being homeschooled and so she was; just not the same sort of lessons as Muggle children. She learned about the history of the Wizarding world, morals, and what magic was all about from her parents. Later, when she showed clear interest, her father began teaching her about the properties and uses of magical and mundane plants. This early introduction to the basics kindled Rhian’s lifelong love of plants and Herbalism. When Rhian was nine she began noticing rather odd behavior from her parents. Trips to Wizarding places and friends became increasingly less common and Veles, a former Slytherin, became exceedingly avoidant of some of his old housemates. Neither parent was forthcoming with information to their young daughter about the unpleasant whispers that were reaching them. As it became increasingly obvious that something was going on, this silence from her parents began to grate at Rhian. Like every other young witchling in the UK, Rhiannon received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts when she was eleven. It was cause for much celebration on her part in spite of the pall cast on it by her parent’s anxieties and she began serious contemplation about which House she thought might suit her best. When the day finally came for her to go to Hogwarts she was still debating Houses with herself. The Sorting Hat put all that to an end when it sorted her into Slytherin. At first she wasn’t sure about her new House. Some of her Housemates might be complete arsewhistles with an obsession with purebloodedness, and by now she had learned about Slytherin’s reputation for not only blood status elitism but also it’s propensity for Dark wizards. However, Rhian became quite adept at tuning out the hatemongers. Furthermore, there was no rule that she couldn’t seek companionship outside her House. Even if there had been she would have ignored it. So doing her best to ignore the people she couldn’t stand and equally ignoring any unspoken conventions about inter-House socialization, Rhian made her few friends across House boundaries. Hogwarts was both wonderful and horrible for Rhian. On the good side she made a few great friends among her fellow Wizarding folk and learned all sorts of interesting things, both in and out of the classroom. On the bad side were bullying, fights, increasingly fanatical blood purists, and all the headache that went along with puberty. Through it all; good, bad, and downright ugly; Rhian grew up and became closer to finding out just what kind of person she was. Life after Hogwarts wasn’t so bad to start with. Rhian apprenticed to a Herbologist friend of her father’s and made herself useful. She kept in touch with her friends from school, but otherwise kept a low profile, not wanting to come to the attention of Voldemort. She might have been keeping a low profile but her parents weren’t quite so invisible. They weren’t loud but they were quite clear in their loyalties lay. Unbeknownst to Rhian, her father was approached to become a Death Eater. It was his clear, emphatic denial that likely sealed his, and his wife’s, fate. It was about a year after Rhian left Hogwarts when things took a severe turn for her. She flooed in to her parent’s cottage to visit one spring evening only to find the immediate aftermath of the Death Eater attack on her parents. Her parents were dead on the floor of their living room and the Death Eaters responsible were just leaving. In a state of shock bleeding into maddening loss and burning rage she picked up her mother’s fallen wand and blasted the two men in the back with a hex, sending them crashing into the China cabinet. Glass, crystal, and China shattered, wood splintered, and a sanguine stain spread from severely lacerated flesh. The men didn't so much as twitch. At first Rhian just stood there, shaking, wand falling from her fingers with a clatter onto the wood floor. Then the reality of what had happened, and what she had done, fully hit her and she was swamped with nausea. She retched dryly in the corner of the room until the nausea subsided. Feeling hollow and sick, her eyes streaming tears, Rhian knelt next to her parents and closed their eyes, whispering apologies. She didn’t know how long she sat there but finally she regained her senses. She went into the kitchen and set a magical fire that would burn everything in the house to ash and flooed away. Following the incident, Rhian was filled with guilt at her previous low profile, attention-repelling life. Her life wasn’t worth much if she didn’t do anything meaningful with it. She began to make her loyalties quietly but clearly known as well as putting out cautious feelers for ways to make a real impact in the greater scheme of things. Her feelers brought her to the attention of the Order of the Phoenix, to which she pledged loyalty without hesitation. To play her part, Rhian was to help hide and protect Muggle-borns from the unkind attentions of the Death Eaters. This she did, to the best of her ability, but she couldn't save one of the most important people in her life from Death Eaters: Iasa Pepper, one of her dearest friends from her Hogwarts years. After losing her parents, and now one of her few remaining supports, Rhian was no one to be trifled with. Although she wasn't one to go looking for trouble, she couldn't abide the thought that someone had killed someone dear to her and just went on with their sick little lives. Selfish thoughts? Sure. But she did everything in her power, called in every possible suggestion of debts or favors owed to avenge her friend. In the end Iasa's murderer was found and, although Rhian didn't have the means or opportunity to personally avenge her, Iasa was avenged. Then the word came that the Dark Lord Voldemort had fallen. Like the rest of the wizarding world, Rhian was greatly relieved by this. Unlike most of the wizarding world, she was out for blood. Again. Voldemort was dead because apparently Lily, the last of her trio of friends, had given birth to Superbaby but that didn't save her. Now she was dead too and Voldemort had done it. There was nothing Rhian could conceivably do, but she couldn't just do nothing. She might be more suited to planting things and helping people, but in the wake of Lily's death she joined the more skilled individuals rooting out Death Eaters. She couldn't exact retribution where it was deserved the most but she would do what she could. It was surprising, really, how cold Rhian could be when she decided she had nothing and no one left to lose. The years passed and Rhian settled down to become an Herbalist. She was skilled, and successful, but never really got over the losses she had suffered. She blamed herself, although she could hardly be faulted. If only she had been less of a coward, she thought, it might have made some small difference. But life moves on with the living and Rhian made the best of it, trying to honor her parents' and friends' memories as best she could. Then something went horribly wrong. Rhian found herself in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, 16 years of age and doing her best to swallow her considerable confusion and fear. At least there were familiar faces around her but it hardly helped. What was she doing here? What was going on? now for the person behind the character alias: Aine age: 25 experience: 9+ years where'd you find us?: site hopping anything to add?: I’m doomed. lastly the roleplay sample See Ashwyn Maddox. 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