The Purgatory

[Ritual Lobotomy]

"For me, dear reader, that place was purgatory incarnate; neither good nor bad, but a gateway to great rewards or even greater punishments."
― Joss Sheldon, The Little Voice
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[Ritual Lobotomy]

Artgerm

Caia Watkins

Miss Magpie

"The ability to fly away is a privilege and an honor."

Full Name: Caia Victoria Watkins
Nicknames: C, Vicky, Ms. Magpie, Ember, Firecracker
Age: 26
DOB: 15th of April (Aries)
Sex: Female / Feminine pronouns
Faculty: Quidditch Coach / Flying Instructor
Blood Status: Half-blood / Human witch
Wand: Hornbeam, Unicorn Hair, 14'', Stiff

Patronus: Wolverine - It favors witches and wizards that never back down, even against much bigger opponents. Their powerful presence and confidence in battle intimidate even the most resolved competitors, allowing them to achieve unlikely victories in territories that most others would fear to tread. With such strong personality, one might expect them to be serious all the time but in reality, nothing could be further from the truth. Though less pronounced, Wizards and witches with this patronus show their playful side often. In fact, if given opportunity, they would prefer every day to be a lazy day filled with good food and rousing entertainment, but they also know that if they want to achieve their goals they must get up and fight for what they want.

Appearance

Height: 5'6''/170 cm
Weight: 132 lbs/ 60 kg
Build: Mesomorph
Hair: Red, medium short, wavy and wild
Eye Color: Electric blue
Complexion: Porcelain with rosy undertone and some freckles here and there across her nose
Dominant hand: Right hand
Scars: Scarred tissue between her shoulder blades running down her spine, mostly covered by a tattoo
Tattoos: Colorful flying magpie, with wings spread across her upper back, and the tail running down the middle, covering most of the scarred tissue

Clothing Style

Sporty or comfortable with a lot of loose clothes, but she is also capable of rocking a seductive fancy dress-up when so needed, even though she will be having flats over stilettos any day. She incorporates a decent amount of colors in her wardrobe, and usually wears single vibrant item with the rest of them being neutral for stronger effect. Major fan of large warm sweaters during the winter. Goes well with her cocoa...and a bit of firewhiskey to spare.

Distinguishing Features: Vibrant red hair, proud posture, loud commanding voice, striking tattoo that is hard to miss out if visible

Personality

Caia Watkins is a living storm. Ever since she was able to express her emotions, she was that one loud girl with a lots of demands and bossy attitude, but backing them up with the fact that facing the issue, she never had a problem speaking up or acting on it without hesitation. As a child and even more so as a teenager, she was aggressive and angry, with no filter in presenting how upset she felt over one thing or the other. Growing up, she'd learned what self-control meant, but there is still a fair number of things that will visibly annoy her and have her roll her eyes. As a true Gryffindor at heart, Caia is brave and daring, with an abundance of nerve. She is aware of her worth and aware of her strength, and reflecting that, her utmost respect goes to those building themselves up with their actions rather than their words.

Following her school and early adult years, Caia remains a flashy extrovert, hard to miss among others. However, she makes a clear distinction between courtesy and true friends and she prefers keeping her trustworthy circle small, filled with people that would do for her just as much as she would do for them. Her closest friends are those that Caia trust enough to relax with. To them, she is a caring and generous person, ready to selflessly bend her back and aid them at any cost. Learning that this was an easily exploited weakness, she became extremely critical of people until proven wrong, making her come off as somewhat shallow and even snobbish.

Almost everything done by her is a competition, whether against her own self or others. Even in the most mundane of things, she is constantly pushing her limits, striving to be better than she was the day before. As a coach, she transfers this competitive spirit onto the school's quidditch teams, always encouraging them to give it a hundred and ten percent for every played position and each team. Under the harsh and demanding exterior of a coach however, lies an appreciation and pride towards all of those young wizards and witches. Just as she easily enters the sergeant mode, Caia is able to offer comfort and support in her own way whenever it is needed.

History

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Spring in Montrose, Scotland, brought new wonder to the home of Watkins family. Baby was as loud as it was sweet, bringing the new energy to her home as the firstborn (and unfortunately the only) of Cailean and Abellona Watkins. Baby girl, with her hair as red as an ember and as soft as feathers, was a beacon of light for her family, managing to reunite them under the same roof, summoning her father from the Ministry of Magic, as the only thing that could have partially make young Auror forget all other difficulties, at least for the time spent with his newborn. Although constantly surrounded by the rest of her family, the child seemed to respond the best to her father, drastically changing her screaming, demanding attitude every time she would see his face.

As the year reached it's peak, his visits, even though on schedule, were shorter, filled with antagonistic arguments with his wife and family, feeling that the only person truly looking forward to his comeback without conditions, was the small human of his own making of only few months old. A part of him that he cherished as the innocence they all had long lost by then. His entire world in those very few moments he had to spare revolved around Caia Victoria, and he often though of how tragic was the limitation of magic to do so many wonders, and is yet unable to stop the time. Forever.

During the second half of the same year, visits went down to once every two weeks, then four, and then, by December, they stopped altogether. On the last night he visited his daughter, young Auror gave her a gift of memory, safely tucked in and saved from oblivion. He would remember her, the way she giggled, the way she reached up to grab his unruly hair, just as bright as her own, the way she smelled... All he desired, was for his only child to remember him back. It was joyful, it was happy, and it was fun while it lasted. And even when one day she was to lose her innocence to the world, it would have been something she could always come back to.

"I love you, my little Ember", he would chuckle along, rubbing his nose and making funny noises on her chubby baby cheeks that had her scream in delight, wrapping her small hands around his rough face. "I love you more than the world!", he spoke sincerely, soothingly. "Even more so! You are my favorite kind of magic!" Paying no mind to her tugging curiously at his shirt as she tired herself to sleep, he soaked in the details on her face.

His bright fiery hair and mother's large blue eyes, rounded by freckles covering her nose and cheeks. "You will always be my sweet little girl. I promise. I will always be there", he poked gently at the middle of toddler's chest, and then brought his lips down to child's forehead, laying a tender kiss across untainted milky skin. "And there", he smirked briefly as Caia's eyes slowly closed, just barely missing the hot wave of tears filling his eyes, and his voice cracking involuntarily.

"Sleep now, my little Ember. Tomorrow will be better."

***

"Pa-pa! PA-PA!" The child cried out of her sleep, in what almost seemed to be pain, just before the doorbell rung one night in late December. The wand retrieved from the battle, was the only thing remaining from Cailean Watkins. Falling victim to a brave fight against the heaviest calamities of wizarding world, he was deemed a person of great honor and respect to the Ministry of Magic, but alas, that meant nothing to his grieving wife and his crying daughter. Death of her husband meant the start of a great turmoil in the home of Abellona Watkins. Unable to calm down and contain her unruly child, and her rather aggressive presentation of magical abilities, Abellona found herself helpless, quickly losing patience towards Caia's miserable behavior.

Cailean's brother's will to aid the helpless young widow soon brought the two together, and a little short of two years since Cailean's death, Caia's uncle and mother were joined in marriage, from which Abellona was blessed by two more witch daughters, both gorgeous, but neither as noticeable as her first, and just as if she knew it herself, Caia never grew fond of her stepsisters, nor her stepfather for that matter. Every time she would be given a chance, she did something to give all three of the intruders a good frown for a day.

Already tense relations between three siblings tensed further, once the nine-year-old Caia ran onto her younger stepsisters finding her late father's wand an interesting toy to play around with. Overwhelmed with rage, she attacked the older of the two that held the wand, ripping it out of her hands and clawing at her face, treating her with a nasty cut. Alerted by child's screams, both parents were quick to find themselves in the room, barely separating rabid fire-haired girl from her stepsister that held onto her face, crying. Patience not being Ailbeart's virtue, he was quick to yank his brother's wand out of Caia's hands now turning her rage against himself. Fed up with the assault from the tiny monster, in a fit of rage, he snapped the wand in half across his knee, dropping it to the ground, in front of the child.

"THERE! HAVE IT THEN!", he shouted, but Caia was no longer aware of anyone's presence, staring at the broken wand, her eyes filled with tears and disbelief. "THAT is your father RIGHT THERE! Grow up you bloody brat!", he shouted to her face, before marching out of the room, followed by his two daughters. In disbelief to what just happened, Abellona kept silent for a moment, watching as her heartbroken daughter dropped to her knees, gathering the pieces of wood and clutching them against her chest with silent sobs, her hair hiding the bitter tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Pa-pa", she let out a light whisper, and Abellona's throat closed up with a lump. Hesitantly, she lowered herself to her knees in front of her daughter, reaching out to touch her shivering shoulder, but as soon as she did, there was almost immediate offensive reaction from her daughter, swatting her hand aside hard enough to cause her pain.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!", Caia screamed, refusing to look up at her mother, her breathing catching up its pace, and her sobs becoming those of anger and defiance. "Caia, I-"

"I wish it was you...", the girl mumbled angrily wiping her tears. In the moment of unpleasant surprise, Abellona did not believe she had heard her daughter correctly, but Caia was quick to remove any trace of doubt about the meaning of her words as she struck her mother with burning glare. "I WISH YOU'VE DIED INSTEAD!"

***

Relationship with her daughter somewhat improved after Abellona devoted her time preparing her daughter for her first day in school. She bought her a wand, all the supplies, gave her encouragement, complained when Caia chose to bring her father's broken wand with her but nevertheless agreed in the end, and followed her to 9¾. Caia was laughing, being excited and curious about it all, but not once from the moment they headed out, to the moment Caia boarded the Hogwarts Express, did her daughter tell her she is sorry or that she loved her.

Deep down, she was aware, although she refused to make peace with it, that her daughter was never to forgive her the treason. And as soon as the train left the station, Abellona's legs gave out, and she dropped onto the bench, covering her face firmly, as she started to cry hysterically, for the first time since the night Cailean didn't come back. For the first time in a long time, she became aware that she wished him to be there on that day more than anything.

***

Caia Victoria Watkins was welcomed to Hogwarts as a young Gryffindor with all the other children full of hopes, dreams, and many decisions. All the activities made her occupied. So much so, that she quickly took on as much as she could, keeping herself busy and surrounded by people. Being found alone was a rare sight, as she could not stand loneliness among everything else. Where other's looked for the least obligations and activities, she hogged them all, full of energy, fire, and creative ideas. It made her progress faster than the average, excelling in most of her classes, her loud personality not going unnoticed either.

Everywhere she went, Caia was the life of a party, welcomed everywhere, with large circle of friends, and later on admirers, following after her. To the granddaughter of well known Fabius Watkins, flying the broom came just as natural as breathing, and she did not take long to fall in love with the freedom it presented, and the speed she took on without an ounce of fear in her mind. Natural development on things had her in line for a catcher in her house's team, capable of daring stunts and rather theatrical scores.

It was not long before the young witch expressed another given talent of handling her wand with precision and speed, being one of the fast wits of Hogwarts when it came to dueling and resolving conflicts. Many times had she been told that her future laid with Aurors, but only a simple mention of it managed to anger her and cloud her mind. Attempting to follow such path was then certainly out of the question. Regardless of her choosing a broom over wand, her dueling skills always remained on point and sharp, as she firmly believed that there was no such thing as too much. Limits were only in one's head, and her head, for a long time, was a hungry, bottomless pit, biting at every challenge she would come across, until skilled enough to swallow it and move to another.

***

Leaving sanctuary of Hogwarts was made easy for young girl once she became the talk of the management of Montrose Magpies, desperate to fix their standing in the league, replacing the washed out players from the team. For years to come, Caia was among the high-performance players, known and loved for her feisty attitude, rude gameplay, and strict distance from anything else but her true love; Quidditch. Her dedication was rewarding, and for the first time, she was able to say she was happy with the cards she was dealt.

Soon, the love for speed and challenge introduced her to the world of muggle racing and, in love with it's performances, she was quick to claim the ownership over the motorbike, and she never failed to find the opportunity to challenge to others to a fair race. One could say she was an attention seeker, as much as the speed enthusiast, but even her attention seeking came out as charming and fitting. It was the very moment Caia Victoria truly lost he innocence to the world.

***

"You will always be my sweet little girl. I promise..."

A single reckless decision to prove herself denied her of serenity, and being her own fault made it so much worse. The car was a pile of scrap metal. So they've told her back in the muggle hospital, clearly perplexed on how in the bloody hell was she still alive. Being able to only partially recall it, she had been wondering the same thing. Muggle's announcement of her state, and his deepest regrets about the huge patch of burnt tissue covering her back, they did no manage to save, hardly bothered her as one cold, unavoidable truth those people were oblivious of; she would never play for Magpies again...

Moving back to her family home, was the last desperate attempt to escape the loneliness that deepened as she was attempting to fight off the reality of making herself useless by emptying bottles and causing troubles. Knowing she was not welcome to it by her uncle, nor her youngest stepsister that still lived there after the older one married off, Caia kept her distance, locking her impatience and her aggression as far deep down as possible, refusing to be provoked by uncle's constant attempts to break through her.

Sometimes, prescribed medicine helped. Sometimes, he was just too much to handle, and she would always end up outside again, being a troublesome waste of space, pardoning no one. It was the part of her spirit that never died down, regardless of the crap life was throwing at her. But even the most stubborn had their limits, and in those moments, Caia felt hers approaching fast, scaring her to death.

"I will always be there..."

Bullshit. It was a lie. They all lied! It was at least what she wished to believe. She wished to believe her uncle was right whenever he would snark at her under his breath when mother wouldn't hear, and she indeed was a waste of space, a disgrace and a failure. She wished to believe there was nothing more she could have done because then, at least, she would have a fair reason to give up. But as much as she tried, she would only find more reason why all that was a load of bull.

She was not a quitter. She never was one. She always fought for herself, in her family and way beyond that. She was making her father proud and she was better than what she was served. No, she did not have a career. She did not have children as she never wished to, and she made many mistakes and would continue to make new ones, but she was not a quitter. Quitting meant admitting they were right, admitting she was open to be felt sorry for and pitied. Well... Caia Victora Watkins would rather bash her head than to allow to be contained by the limits they made for her. None of them had control over her. Nobody!

***

"I love you, my little Ember. I love you more than the world!"

But even the strongest and the proudest of them sometimes had to bow their heads, humble, yet graceful in need. The beloved Headmitress was the one she admired and the one she could say she loved as a family that worked in her favor rather than against her. Showing up on her doorstep felt as if the fire-haired young woman sank lower than anyone would have ever expected from such talented and perspective witch. Desperate times called for desperate measures and, judging by the way her Headmistress welcomed her, she'd already knew her pain, sparing her further humiliation of explaining.

Starting over was never too late, but this time, with better head on her shoulders for guidance. Regardless of her medical condition she burdened herself with, finding her place among vibrant emotions and minds of young wizards and witches, filled her own with more drive and adrenaline rush than any reckless challenge ever could. Keeping the essence of her being, as rather loud and demanding, still remains of great importance to her. She believed she had it all, but truth be told, she never truly was alive before then.

"Sleep now, my little Ember. Tomorrow will be better."

Fun Facts

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Physical Ailments: Suffering occasional vertigo, due to suffered damage to her neck and head, sometimes experiencing blurred vision, nose bleed, buzzing, and in the most serious cases blackouts and fainting

Neurological Ailments: Constant mood swings from happy to angry or depressed, occasional momentary 'black spots' in memory, that range from simply forgetting what was about to do, to forgetting her own middle, or last name

Addictions: Although she does not see it as one, sometimes the amount of alcohol she can handle might be seen as tolerance built upon constant abuse throughout the years. She, however, does not express signs of an actual addiction

Drugs: Post-traumatically prescribed pills to ease up on vertigo and other symptoms beforehand due to her being in care of muggle hospital. Nowdays potions and herbs that are easier to obtain and do not have all those darn side effects...

Pet: Shaw (adult male peregrine falcon)

Signature Spell: Arresto Momentum

Magical Artifacts:
- Customized Moontrimmer Broomstick;
- Enchanted alarm clock with tendency to escape attempts to be snoozed until she is up and running;
- The Thestral: Ducati 939 Supersport flying motorbike - in the beginning, this muggle invention was merely of use for the thrill, until she had figured that charming it with a flying charm, would make it of even more use as a mean of transport now both by air and ground. Believe her when she says her baby is a mad flyer. She means it. Quite literally. Its original color is matte black, although depending in the need for camouflage, Caia tends to use Colovaria charm to change its color accordingly;
- A collection of phials neatly ordered in the showcase, holding memories of the most important moments of her life. One specifically guarded and protected is the well decorated, slim phial, holding her only early memory of her father, and it is always with her, worn as a bracelet or a necklace;
- Her father's broken wand of laurel wood and wilted unicorn hair core in glass display case in her dorm.

Boggart: Forgetting - Boggart induced by her medical condition containing brief, temporary amnesia, that replaced her previous boggart in the form of a large cockroach-like bug. It appears in the form of faceless figure with distorted voice, but with the feeling of familiarity, although she is not able to identify the person in front of her.

Apparition: Although not truly remarkable skill to have, Caia makes it remarkable in its presentation and execution. She is able to preform it fast, accurately visualizing final destination of it. Apparating is often followed by an audible "whoosh" sound, similar of that of a speeding broom. Even though, due to limitations of apparition regarding the distance, she faces similar difficulties as other wizards apparating through large distances, owning an accurate photograph or something similar of requested place helps. Most notable, however, is her speed of it done across short distances that seems almost instant.

She is also capable of preforming Side-Along Apparition with up to five additional people. Smaller the number, the more efficiently she can do it at the longer distance, and therefore she refuses risking any such feat with more than two people at a time. Shorter distances are easier to manage and Caia is more willing to accept more than two travelers on board. Experienced and skilled, Caia still limits herself from using this ability if her mental state is not at its best, without disturbances of any sort (e.g. When her mind does not suffer temporary amnesia, or she is completely relaxed).

Magical Resistance: Ability developed during her education and experience in previous years, enhanced by her own stubborn personality and strong-will to overcome obstacles and push her limits. It is not to be mixed with or considered as anywhere near strong as the magical resistance found naturally with some magical creatures. If emotionally worked up to the point of an outburst (e.g. overwhelming anger or need to protect someone of personal importance), she is able to endure or resist the effect of certain forms of jinxes, hexes or curses, longer than the average.

Ability to successfully reject a spell, depends on ability of caster, strength of spell itself and her own motivation to do so. The weaker first two variables are, and the stronger the latter is, the longer she can resist or endure it, on rare occasions (when there is a major difference between these variables), she is able to completely deny the spell. This mostly refers to weak jinxes or hexes by inexperienced casters, during the intense emotional disturbance. She is still pushing her limits with this ability, attempting to improve its effect, and it presents a great portion of her 'workout'.

✚ Caia developed a great disgust towards all the creepy crawlies and rodents, and she expresses her disgust openly and loudly.
✚ She is a heavy sleeper, and therefore had the need to enchant her alarm clock to help her not oversleeping through the earliest of classes
✚ She owns a muggle motorbike and is a huge fan of speed driving and racing. However, loving her flying even more, she went in on it further, upgrading it with a flying charm for easier travel and more thrill.
✚ She is a huge fan of spicy food and beer
✚ During her younger age, Caia was more of a tomboy and a rebel than anything. Some of it remains till this day, even though she has more than enough knowledge on where to act as a proper lady and where to put a cap on the barrel, even though one would have a hard time believing so with her usually strict behavior and loud, demanding personality
✚ Even though talented witch with vast knowledge of D.A.D.A and of great potential of becoming a D.A.D.A Professor herself, or more, she had given up on it chasing after her quidditch career that provided her with playing in professional league for Montrose Magpies as a chaser, until the accident that ended her career for good, after which she had resorted to a current job
✚ During her years in Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor, and was a student that was selectively good at subjects of interests to her like D.A.D.A or Transfiguration, but always paying more attention to additional activities, being highly effective chaser for Gryffindors, as well as the captain of Gryffindor dueling club
✚ Even to this day, she remains skillful duelist, although it falls into second plan and is not as often mentioned as her achievements in Quidditch
✚ Her mental ailment due to suffered head trauma is not widely known beyond her close circle of friends/colleagues, and it is controlled by regular intake of prescribed medicine and medical potions easing up on syndromes. Rarely, syndromes can be witnessed during periods of stress and emotional turmoils in the form of forgetting student's name or experiencing vertigo
✚ Although not as fit height-wise, Caia's wand's unusual length is influenced by her 'larger than life' personality that often makes her feel and seem way over six feet tall
✚ Caia is an example of a woman who knows how to take care of herself. Due to her extrovert and troublesome nature, she had found herself in drunken trouble many times among muggles as well, including getting involved into bar fights without battering an eye. Therefore, other than familiar with magic, she is fairly familiar with body areas where landing a punch or a kick would hurt.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

Akira Kurusu, Persona 5

Felix Butler

Leon Croi

"The Butler did it."

Full Name: Felix Alastar Bell Butler
Nicknames: Irish (Boy), Big Bird, Elm, Leon Croi, String Bean, Copperfield
Age: 17
DOB: 20th of March (Pisces)
Sex: Male / Masculine pronouns
House and Year: 7th Year / Gryffindor
Blood Status: Half-blood / Human wizard
Wand: Sycamore, Phoenix Feather, 14'', Whippy

Patronus: Coyote - Coyote is a complex symbol of humour, cunning and survival. Coyote is often portrayed as "wise fool", helping people to see the truth in difficult situations. Its medicine is often strongly tied to learning to be adaptable, seeing the humor in even the worst situations, and being able to cope with even the toughest things life can throw at you.

Appearance

Height: 6'6''/ 201cm
Weight: 176 lbs/ 80 kg
Build: Ectomorph
Hair: Deep dark brown to black with genetic white strands at the bottom layer of his hair against the neck, short, spiky and unruly
Eye Color: Gray with hints of pale blue
Complexion: Typical Celtic pale with surprisingly little imperfections
Dominant hand: Left hand

Clothing Style

Sporty, casual, a lot of costumes and fancy clothes when needed

Distinguishing Features: Wide flashy smile, height, white strands of hair, ringing and contagious laughter

Personality

It seems that ever since he had a glimpse of the world he came into, Felix was destined to be a happy champ. Ever since his infancy, he cried the least, surrounded by positive energy and good upbringing, and in the end grew up to be a happy, albeit restless kid. Nowdays, regardless of his own misfortune in life, Felix maintained his joyful and carefree personality. He chooses to leave his troubles behind, especially in the company of the others, and therefore i is hard to see Felix as anything but happy.

He is a person of a lot of mischief and of many ideas for pranks and tricks to play on others, but unlike many other troublemakers, his mischief never served to hurt or humiliate anyone, and it is always in good fun. Maybe the most obvious trait Irish lad carries with himself is selflessness and extreme empathy he feels towards people around him whether it is bad or good for his own well-being. At first glance, he comes off as a person that takes nothing serious, although that is far from the truth. He simply values fun and positive attitude more than sadness and grim emotions. Felix is an honest person, but too good at heart to be blunt about it. He often brings out opinions he thinks won't be liked with a nice wrapper and a bow. His generosity is what also makes him stand out. Able to bring many unusual things in his Magical Trunk, he does so to simply make people happy where others would ask for some extra galleons. The only time Felix is known to take money for something he is giving out is for all of the money to go to charity in both wizarding and muggle world, as he feels equal amount of love towards the both, which portraits his blindness to differences and unwillingness to consider any living being, capable of feeling, lower than the other.

Due to the unfortunate events in his life and his close connections to his family members, anyone that is his friend would many times witness his overprotective behavior that from time to time can come off as tiring, but Felix can't really help it, worrying about the well-being of those close to him. He is a curious boy, often in search for something new and interesting, even if it means getting in trouble that he often tries to get out of with his sweet, friendly charm. He is extremely rare to be found upset, sad, or angry, and depending on the cause of it, he can simply distance himself and close up, or he can fire back, which is mostly due to his need to protect somebody else involved. One thing is for certain; no matter what, Felix always seeks new ways to turn those frowns upside down.
History

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The Butler family, although large in numbers, was never much of travelers, and therefore were considered among settlers of Kenmare with strong sense of tradition and close family life. Having many members to feed, their hardly admirable social situation is no surprise. Regardless of it, the night of the second part of March, year 2006, was welcomed with joy, after nine months of expecting. When the baby cried in the closed room, the nearest family members gathered around the large dining table, clapped and cheered to greet their brother's first addition to the family. The boy cried only for a moment, before he cooed instead, likely to be the calmest child ever coming into the family. Soon after, at the surprise of all gathered, another child cried out as the boy's twin sister inhaled air for the first time. And just as they were born, they grew in the same manner.

The girl was always the loud one, blessed with the ability to place the seed of joy in everyone's heart. The boy on the other hand, was the shy one, sowing all the joy to share it with those unlucky to miss out on it. And just as their abilities fulfilled each other, the twins were inseparable, involved in mischief and learning together, taught to channel and practice their magic according to rules of the magic world, and above all, taught to respect the world of muggles they lived in, and respect the lives and emotions of all other living beings that surrounded them.

The twins grew finding satisfaction in small things they were provided with due to their family's low standard of living that was decent enough to keep them going, but not enough for some simple childhood luxuries like candies and toys. Missing out on those never presented an issue to creative twins as they soon found the way of making up their own games, making their own toys, and engaging in other common activities. Somewhere along the way, the boy showed a great amount of talent and desire in mastering muggle magic tricks and illusion. In love with his ability of magic, Felix desired to share what he could with muggles, but being unable to present them with real magic, he resorted to his fast fingers and ability to keep impressed people's attention where he needed it to preform the trick without a single abuse of his true magic abilities.

Receiving the well-known acceptance letters for their twins was the time of great joy and great concern for their parents. Drawing out all of the savings they had, they managed to provide their children with supplies needed for their first day at Hogwarts, not willing to allow sibling to feel any less valuable than others, even if it meant having an empty pantry. The brand new adventure among those alike them came as a reward on its own, and even on their way there, the twins made themselves recognizable among other students by their optimistic and lively spirits, and of course, always sticking together like finger and nail, even after they were sorted into different houses to family's great surprise. The family, in majority proud badgers, got their very first Gryffindor, thus earning their son his nickname Leon Croi.

Both kids were pride to their parents, excelling their studies with a lot of curiosity to know more. From a rather sheepish boy that always relied on his sister for support in his mischief, Felix emerged from his shell, becoming rather playful, daring and active. Fiona on the other hand, learned to work with others and to listen to what others wished for, and not only what she desired to hear. By the time for holidays, both siblings had much to say to their parents and family, and many things to show. Although still spending most of their time together, siblings grew to be rather competitive in many things, daring to engage into challenges they presented to one another.

One such challenge, however, was better off left unspoken. Flaunting her skills in hiding, Fiona challenged Felix to use his own abilities to track her down. Usual game they would do to simply train their inborn emphatic abilities turned tricky once Fiona hid in the woods behind the house, forcing her now worried brother to venture after her. Gotten used to venturing in the woods quite often before, the twins did not hurry to return, eventually falling asleep, exhausted, only to wake up to the darkness and the rustle among the trees. Used to rabbits making such noises, they did not think much of it, until the low snarl sounded from the dark, freezing them both in place. Helpless without their wands, they faced a pair of glowing eyes belonging to the disfigured shadow of a beast gazing at them.

At first, they held together, Fiona glued to her brother, him feeling her fear and holding her closer in an attempt to comfort her when he himself was feeling no better. As the beast came into the light, it was evident that no tactics used against wild animals would do the trick, and running was all that was left. Running deeper into the woods, the werewolf tracked them close by. Having only a moment of advantage to react, they hid in the tall bushes, hoping for the beast to simply pass them by far enough for them to escape, but to no avail. In order to do something to at least provide safety for his sister, Felix got up to run further on in order to provide Fiona with enough time to run away. However, as soon as he did so, the beast tripped him, making him fall to the ground with a yelp.

Even on the ground, Felix shouted and kicked it with his long legs, shouting at Fiona to run. Just as the beast recovered to strike again, before he was able to understand and accept his inevitable faith, instead of running, Fiona appeared between the two protectively, taking the fatal blow herself. Shoving her aside where she remained on the ground, the werewolf turned to Felix once more, and the boy glared at the beast in disbelief, seemingly unwilling or too distracted to defend himself. The beast however, was unable to reach through to him, hurting itself in the process, as the air around Felix at it's strike brought the pain and it yelped, retreating right after.

The child that was left behind after the tragedy, suffered in silence for his sister, barely speaking a word to anyone. Heartbroken over her remaining child's crushed spirit, Felix's mother pushed her sorrow aside in order to help him. Being the one to bring the ability to him and his late sister, she understood the proper way to help her child where nobody else was able to, thus strengthening their relationship altogether.

"Promise me you will always be happy. Promise, and I will help you".

Felix couldn't help but feeling guilty about the lack of remorse he was feeling. Emptiness he felt was only that. An empty space, with no anger or pain to fill it in as it did the empty spaces in the hearts of his family. In quest to find the one responsible, his father was a desperate man, often begging him to tell him more of that night than the boy himself knew and all to no avail. The person remained hidden well enough to make them believe they never will be found.

It had changed on the first day Felix got out of the house, just before the start of his second year. The man sitting in the corner of the small town market, seemed like nothing more than a common beggar, the usual sight. Keeping his head down, he swayed back and forth, his shallow plate holding only several small coins from those who passed him, not needing the change. As he often would, Felix was willing to share what he was able to buy from the humble amount of money he had, but at the three quarters of distance passed towards the man, the boy suddenly came to halt, gripping what he had carried and biting his lip.

Just as if he sensed his hesitation to pass him, the beggar looked up at the boy, his scarred face suddenly flushing with what could have been fear. He had seen that scar on that beast's face, he was certain. The beast that took his sister from him. And even if he didn't, the man's hart held the unmistakable emotions of fear, regret and panic. Where none would see a man in desperate need of help instead of judgement, it was all clear to Felix. Gulping lightly, instead of turning away, the boy proceeded, stopping in front of the man as he stopped swaying, pulling slightly backwards in front of the boy he remembered rather well.

He looked more puzzled than ever once the boy offered him an apple with a wide smile. And even if the man thought the boy would have never connect the dots, Felix recognized him all too well and somehow, it was liberating. Expected to be in grief, he was approached by many in his second year, students and teachers alike, expressing their condolences, but even then, he could not stop smiling, bringing up many questions of his sanity or even his true involvement into what has happened to his sister. But people talked. They always do and they will continue to do so, and it couldn't have bothered Felix any less. Instead, he sought to invite them to aid him in, what he had called, a mission to help those in need.

Managing to gather enough, paired with the last of his savings, the boy managed to obtain enough Wolfsbane Potion for a single use. Returning home after finishing his second year, he presented his father with the potion he obtained, leading him to seek for the man, after a promise the man would not be harmed. In boy's mind, accidents happened and the man had no evil in him, but a simple misfortune to end up where he was. Choosing to help the man, instead of prosecuting him for his crime certainly seemed like an unusual way of seeking justice and compensation, but regardless of pain he was still feeling over the loss, the father felt pride even more, moved by his son's noble deed.

Bringing the man's issue to the knowledge of his family, they worked further to provide the means in order to prevent such tragedy again, bringing them even closer together and helping the healing process although, it was not where Felix wanted to stop. He soon became known among muggles around the town for his fun-time magic shows for kids and adults, being able to gain enough money to aid others, as well as provide some more on the side for his own family.

On the other hand, his engagement in diverse activities in Hogwarts, positive attitude and friendly approach, as well as the endless creativity in making those around him as happy as he could, made him quite popular among his colleagues, moving them to play along to the annual charity donations in exchange for desired items they would request at the end of each year for the year to come, or simply something other than that. By adding to his positive appearance year after year, Felix is either loved or hated over his ways of dealing with bad things in the world, but he hardly leaves anyone indifferent.

Fun Facts

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Physical Ailments: Even though he has a need for his glasses during his usual school day due to his eyes being rather sensitive of light and easy to strain, he does not wear them while doing physical activity which sometimes gets back to haunt him in a form of a headache, but he never really complains, dealing with it as it comes.

Neurological Ailments: His attention span is rather short, and he tends to be hyperactive and overly excited from time to time. However, he was never officially diagnosed with any disorder and thus has been simply considered a bubbly boy.

Allergies: Mild grass pollen and dust allergies

Alcohol: Faithful to his Irish heritage on this one. Regardless of seemingly lacking mass, he is highly tolerant. Drinks when others drink and when drunk, he becomes rather philosophical and somewhat seems more mature

Drugs: Not a habit, but he is not openly against recreational usage of light drugs, attempting them himself few times

Pet: Doc (large common brown rat)

Signature Spell: Incarcerous

Magical Artifacts:
Magical Trunk - It has seven locks on it, and the trunk opens to a different assortment of objects for each lock,
Moleskin Pouch - type of draw-string pouch that can be operated only by the owner,
Many prank items from Zonko's Joke Shop,
Cleansweep Eleven broomstick.

Boggart: Werewolf

Apparition: Hard working to save for this course, Felix was able to pass the legal Apparition course taught in Hogwarts at the surprise of his family, making it for yet another successfully conquered branch of magical knowledge not a lot of students bothered with. Doing it mainly out of curiosity and need for knowing something new and fun, Felix does not stress himself much over the potential negative effects of it, making them less likely to disturb his focus during the apparition. He does not shy from using it outside of Hogwarts across the wizarding world.

Animagus: Under the surveillance and leadership of the Transfiguration professor, Felix managed to complete the process by the end of the fifth year, moved by curiosity, and wish to learn and achieve more in the field of Transfiguration. He is a registered animagus in a form of brown coyote with recognizable pattern of pure white hair streaks in a stretched triangular shape starting at the back of his head, reaching down his nose, and piercing icy eyes.

Emphatic Perception: Birth ability transfered to him from his mother. The user can fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing them to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. His ability extends to creatures other than humans as well, and combined with his animagus form, it is providing him with even better insight in animal and magical creatures world.

Unlike his late sister, Felix is not able to either manipulate other's emotions, nor able to read emotions imprinted in made objects, unless such are enchanted in a way they are accessible to everyone, making them more obvious for Felix. He is also yet to learn to control the effect of the emotions of others on himself. At this point, intense emotions of the others have significant impact on him. He gains empowerment from positive emotions such as happiness, but at the same time, being surrounded by negative emotions like anger, sadness or fear, makes for a negative impact on his focus, strength and other abilities, and therefore, he made it a habit to surround himself with positive energy and brighten people's mood whenever he has an opportunity. Able to differ a truly evil person from a simply misunderstood one, he tends to obviously avoid those evil at heart, having a hard time not making it obvious.

Sacrificial Protection: Voluntarily sacrificing herself to protect her brother from the assault of the werewolf, dying on the spot, Felix's sister provided him with long-lasting Sacrificial Protection. Other than its obvious effect that protected Felix from the werewolf's other attempted attack, it also provides Felix with the lasting ability that wears off any spell cast at him faster than it would be the case with the person without such protection.

✚ As soon as as third year rolled around, like many of his peers, he was required to take quidditch trials under madam Watkins. Although he was not originally selected, it turned out that he was not quite off the hook. Testing him outside the usual curriculum for a year more, Caia Watkins suddenly simply let him know she was expecting him for the next practice. Debating on the position she would put him in, being lanky and impressively hard to hit, but at the same time of fast reactions, Felix ended up being a beater for the current Gryffindor team. Although he deceivingly does not look like much, his bat-wielding skills are quite the annoyance for the opposite team.
✚ Baked goods and fresh pastry are his favorite food, and even though knowing a healthy limit, he is familiar many sweet of both magical and muggle world.
✚ Since the age of ten, Felix is engaged in charity projects and gathering money for those in need through selling things or making shows and fun events as in the wizarding world, so in the muggle world. Many of his shows contain a large amount of muggle magic and illusionism he is really fond of and skilled in.
✚ He is a Transfiguration talent, that is willing to tackle even the most demanding spells.
✚ Being constantly active and in search of adventure, he often tends to grow bored if he is expected to sit in one place for prolonged period of time, making it hard for him to properly focus on written exams and growing quickly bored with long, overly-formal lectures. He tends to sleep six hours or less, remaining fully rested and functional.
✚ Being specially fond of creatures of all shapes and sizes, Felix enjoys all of the activities related to Care of Magical Creatures, and he takes any task given by the professor with a lot of passion and always voluntarily.
✚ Every year, he tends to brighten up the banquet and the Sorting Ceremony with few of harmless pranks, making the newbies feeling welcome, sometimes even including the newbies among professors.
✚ Behind the lack of his remorse towards his sister's death lies the placebo in a form of a spell, cast on him by his mother in order to alter his emotional image. However, due to the magic effect of the sacrificial protection, the spell was quick to wear off, leaving Felix's positive attitude as a simple trick of his mind. Brought to his attention quickly after his return to Hogwarts in the light of tragedy, he became well aware of it being merely his own conviction.
✚ Every year, on his birthday, he creates a single charmed amulet in remembrance of his sister, which he then gives away during the day to the girl he believes needs more appreciation without a special cause.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

SvenFromOz

Glesni Carrow

Doll Face

"Every hurt is strength acquired."

Full Name: Glesni Cordeila Carrow
Nicknames: Gles/Glen, Ella/Eli, Corgi Tush, Little Devil, Bam Bam, Monkey, Doll Face, Princess
Age: 16
DOB: 10th of August (Leo)
Sex: Female / Feminine pronouns
House and Year: 6th Year / Slytherin
Blood Status: Pureblood / Human witch
Wand: Blackthorn, Dragon Heartstring, 12'', Stiff

Patronus: Uncorporeal (To be changed in the future)

Appearance

Height: 5'8''/ 173cm
Weight: 128 lbs/ 58 kg
Build: Slim hourglass
Hair: Raven black, long, wavy with a bounce
Eye Color: Bright green
Complexion: Milky complexion
Dominant hand: Right hand

Clothing Style

Casual clothing, dark specter of colors, layers, leather

Distinguishing Features: Sleek hair, piercing cat-like eyes

Personality

Born in family somewhat considered privileged by their name and riches, Glesni was raised under the glass dome, protected from the outside world, making acquaintance with only those alike her and, most importantly, those alike her parents, mostly her father. Growing up to learn she was indeed privileged, she was rather spoiled, yet curious child, which passed on to her teenage years. Although she grew out of the spoiled part rather quickly learning inconvenient truth about her family's glory, she remains a person that is rather hard to impress or shock.

Learning not to expect much from people, she is skeptical and cynical about things related to socializing and befriending people as she sees it as a waste of time she would be better off using for improving her abilities and move her knowledge limit, as trivial knowledge does not exist. As much as she is silent in everyday small conversations, often coming off as bored, distant and not truly interested while passive-aggressively responding to it, she is highly opinionated over things she is convinced she knows much about, and rarely pardons anyone without an argument. If it comes to argument or a duel, Glesni shows a great deal of passion as she becomes highly competitive over causes she finds worthy to awoken her aggressive and direct response.

Same trait is visible in the quiddich game as well where she always does her best no matter the odds. Even though distant and somewhat aggressive towards the most, those she ends up holding dear, she is willing to walk through fire for, becoming the kind of friend one can count on every hour of the day, serving as shameless bad karma to those that had it coming. With her vast knowledge of hexes and jinxes, they are surely in for a good time.

She tends to keep to herself due to many reasons, and even though her silence makes for a fertile gossiping ground, it hardly affects her firm stand and stubborn take on issues. Down side of it is her bad habit of swallowing down any bitter emotion she may be feeling, turning everything making her weak into anger and distance, making sure everyone perceives her as cold and somewhat intimidating.

History

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Glesni Cordelia Carrow was born as a second child to Branok and Sienna Carrow, branch of one of the esteemed pure-blood wizarding families, granted for all the wrong reasons. By the age fourteen, however, Glesni grew believing she was the only child. To an elitist father, having any flaw to his line was unacceptable and therefore, he acted accordingly. To Glesni, however, he gave everything, as it was soon evident the child was healthy, demanding and strong, quickly starting to present her magic abilities to her parents. Even though proud of her daughter, loving her beyond imagination after the heartbreak of her first child being taken away from her, Sienna kept her distance, as Branok fully took control over Glesni's upbringing, determined to avoid any potential mistake mother's love could have caused. His family quickly passed onto him the thought of her becoming weak by motherhood, and not truly dedicated to the cause.

Determined to keep her around as his prized possession, and being somewhat obsessively attached to his daughter or rather, the potential she was bringing, Branok spoiled his daughter rotten, but deprived her of single most important thing; freedom of choice and free thought. To a child, however, as long as she was allowed to do what she wanted in the safety of her home, it mattered little, but to her aunt, it was something she finally rose her voice against. Ravena Fawley, Sienna's younger sister, was everything her sister would never become; a fighter, opinionated and demanding, and she openly defied her brother-in-law and his family, every time he had a chance for it, which was not as much as she wished for. Distance between Sweden and current residence of Carrow family in London, was great enough to provide her with ability to meet with her niece only few times a year, leaving Branok pleased with fact that it prevented her from meddling into her upbringing.

As a child, among her magical abilities, Glesni was quick to take on music and dancing that occupied her time and kept her busy enough not to ask for more. Communication she had with those alike her during banquets and family gatherings seemed enough for quite some time, even though she still cared only about knowing more, rather than developing opinion of whatever-the-bloods, Wizarding Wars, muggles... As she grew, her curiosity and will to question things told to her, tended to annoy majority of Carrows, and she was often ignored or simply cut short, laughed at by her male cousins for her ridiculous questions. Growing frustrated by such treatment, Glesni tended to channel her displeasure through simple, yet experimental magic spells that served to develop discipline in child at an early age. Age eleven was eagerly awaited by the entire family, as the raven-haired girl was to be sent to the wizarding school, being her parents' pride and joy.

With great disdain to the school that seemed to be the obvious choice, her father turned to dark, fortified Durmstrang Institute, as the school that still held to its reputation of favouring and respecting the wizardkind. Although not having much say in it, Sienna silently agreed, as her daughter would at least be as close to her aunt as ever. Entire Durmstrang atmosphere, however, filled her with dread for her daughter's future. Adapting to a new, demanding school life, filled with social connections she was not accustomed to, was hard and demanding, being more intimidating than exciting experience, with her aunt the only person she could rely on for help and support as one of respected professors of the Institute. Keeping to herself and books, Glesni quickly became the target of mockery, but unlike other quiet children, she never allowed others looking down on her, and she was quick to snap back to every provocation with witty response that was quick to give them second thoughts.

Enough to herself, Glesni quickly progressed relying solely on her knowledge and abilities, supported by Ravena's patient tutoring. In the second year, her skills, including her engagement into Durmstrang's quiddich team, were quickly noticed by a forming group of pure-blood young wizards, that were quick to make her feel like she belonged with someone. Despite Ravena's warnings, Glesni was quickly obsessed with pleasing her friends by engaging in their activities that often contained breaking as little rules as Durmstrang had for the sake of thrill, setting up dominance, and belittling those of no pure heritage, and although Glesni never went as far as physically bullying anyone, she never quite did anything against it, even when it would happen. Presenting force and being feared was a lot less troublesome in every way.

By the fourth year, Ravena finally rose against her niece's behavior after it escalated to abusing her abundant knowledge of Dark Arts for fun under the influence of the group's ring leader, Xander Nordskov, young pure-blood wizard that easily clouded girl's young mind, confused by feelings towards him that he was well aware of. Arguments soon turned into fights as Glesni's stubborn, spoiled nature did not accept the fact that she was dead wrong and inexperienced to control how other influence her. Angry with her aunt, for the first time in years, Glesni looked forward returning to London for Christmas holidays. Family gatherings and great banquets were a family tradition, regardless of situation inside the family. To the outside world, Carrows were always a personification of functional, successful family of wizards to be admired.

During such banquets, Glesni was presented to the rest of wizarding community through her talents such as playing cello and dancing, all in her father's hopes he would, years from now, manage to pick out a potential son-in-law, possibly within strong wizardkind names. With her developing into a lovely young woman, such idea grew stronger in his mind. What he did not plan with, however, was that on that very night, a question of his first child would be brought up in front of his daughter. Encountering her father about it, she found out shameful secret of her older brother locked in St Mungo's Hospital in London. At an early age, unable to properly develop his magic skills due to mental blockages and violent outbursts that turned out to be signs of schizophrenic disorder, he became a victim of his father's demands that simply did not hold well with his warped mind, sending him into constant fits of uncontrolled rage and throwing his magic out of control to the point where he had to be contained and taken care of. Protecting his family's reputation, the child was hardly mentioned in conversations, until the attention of extended family was brought back to Glesni.

In disbelief of what she had found out, she demanded to visit him and achieve any sort of contact with the man. Openly standing up to her father for the first time after he forbid her such visit, she took it on her own to go, search for, and make up for the lost time with her brother unfairly taken away from her. Although considered sick and incapable of normal functioning, all Glesni saw was a bright young man with a great sense of humor and gentle personality, that dragged her in quickly after, creating a missing bond Glesni desired, offering her needed conversations through letters that became a weekly habit between the two. Following the tone of letters and dynamic of their conversations, Glesni matured significantly, no longer seeing joy in intimidating, and becoming open to different experiences other than those she was selectively exposed to throughout her childhood years.

Becoming estranged from the group she once belonged to, she was no longer a favorite person around, often framed to fail, of which one attempt left a significant mark on her body. During the game of quiddich, Glesni was deliberately targeted and shot down along with her broom, hitting the ground, partially landing on the edge of her broom, breaking several ribs in process and being left with a crescent-shaped scar under her right shoulder blade. Understanding the shallow approach people she looked up to had, the facade of perfect was no longer enough. Facing her delusions, she turned to Ravena once again, this time willing to listen and progress. With regrowing a healthy relationship with her aunt and restoring the lost connection with her brother, things began to look up, until later into the fourth year that would determine the course of young Carrow's life, for better or for worse.

During her search for herbs on Institute's grounds at the end of the 4th year, Glesni ran onto the troublesome group, teaching yet another newbie their place in hierarchy. Before the group was able to do more damage to the kid, Glesni stood up in his defence, demanding the ring leader to call it quits. Mocking her for her sudden change of heart for worse and getting weaker, he turned his rage towards her instead, dragging her into a duel she had hoped to avoid. Even in odds and duelling skills, a single moment of hesitation on his side sealed his faith in a way no one planned with. Hitting him with a defensive spell, Glesni made Xander stumble over a thick root, dropping his wand in the process, and finally tumbling over the edge of the cliff with a scream and a hopeless attempt to hold onto thin air as he fell to his death, crashing against the rocks among the waves. Her quick reaction as she ran towards him helped none, as she was only left to face crumbled corpse, glaring at her from below.

As they were quick to assemble for trouble, the small group was just as quick to scatter, realising their fun just had the turn for worse. The worst. Scarred for life by what he had seen, the young boy spared Glesni a fearful glare, before he ran away, stumbling in the process, followed by sobs. It was a funny and terrifying game of faith. Then again, young miss Carrow got what she had always asked for; recognition. Shocked by what played out only moments before, Glesni held on to her blank terrified expression, as she stood up and made her way to the castle, bringing Xander's wand with her. By the time she reached Ravena's office, it somewhat felt natural in her hand. Niece's visit was nothing unusual, though the sight of girl's pale face and weakened body alerted her almost immediately, even before her 'Little Devil' dropped to her knees, loosing the familiar wand from her grip, and curled into a fetal position on the floor, right in front of her.

Listening to helpless sobs and wails coming from her niece, was the very first, and she could have sworn she was able to feel her heart break as she embraced Glesni in her arms, where the girl held against her in panic of letting go. As pale as death after her niece's confession, Ravena was quick to think about protecting her first. Knowing that the well know family of the deceased would have destroyed her in any sort of courting process, regarding the fact it was an accidental outcome, Ravena was determined to completely take her niece out of the picture. Finding out the names of those present during the event and using the possibilities given to her by her position, she easily tracked down the witnesses, harmlessly altering their memory in a form that would, later on when questioned, confirm it was an accident that happened during Xander's show off, that he was rather fond of.

Although insisted by her aunt, Glesni refused to have her memory altered the same way, lying purposely about the event to fit it into testimonies of others, without raising suspicion. The way she did it all, calm and unfazed, making peace with it being an accident, worried Ravena enough to write a throughout recommendation letter for Glesni's placement in a different school. With only her and her niece truly knowing what has happened, Glesni had a clean background for transfer, simple reason being that the environment of the school facility no longer complimented the nature and needs of the young witch, and that she may be progressing in a healthier way in the news, suggested surroundings; Hogwarts. Even though displeased for letting her out of her sight, Ravena was convinced that the different approach of the school, as well as closeness of her brother, would do better for Glesni than she could ever provide her with.

Before she would leave, Ravena gifted Glesni Xandre's wand, fairly won in a duel, regardless of the grim outcome. Being thought of as lost in the sea, no one would truly bother looking for it anyway. Blackthorn seemed to be taking liking into its new owner rather fast. At the beginning of the 5th year, Glesni arrived at Hogwarts with her possessions and a brand new pet to keep her company as a gift from her aunt. Furious over the outcome, her father's troubled mind was somewhat calmed finding out his daughter was proudly sorted into Slytherin, the house to be somewhat respected among the other 'muggle-loving' ones. At least, she no longer had as much touch with that pesky sister-in-law of his. Busy with doing her best to fulfill all obligations required from her to neatly blend into the studying process in Hogwarts, without holes left behind, it allowed her not only to avoid unnecessary social contacts, but to ease her mind of things troubling her through keeping herself busy, without much space for her mind to wander for the first part of that very year. Regardless, sometimes nightmares are something she is unable to escape.

Only after a few months had she took her head out of the books, returning somewhat to the engagement into school and social activities, such as quiddich and potion club membership. Even so, she still acts as a team player only when it is asked of her, and even then being highly competitive without a pardon, preferring to do alone all that she is allowed to do alone. Being played, lied to and disappointed, as well as being the cause of pain to many, led her to maintain her distance, and somewhat inconvenient, defensive attitude towards the others, releasing to the outside world only as much needed for curious noses to leave her alone.

Fun Facts

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Neurological Ailments: His attention span is rather short, and he tends to be hyperactive and overly excited from time to time. However, he was never officially diagnosed with any disorder and thus has been simply considered a bubbly boy.

Allergies: Severe bee sting allergy

Alcohol: Familiar with, moderate consummation

Smoking: Yes, moderate, smoking in secret to ease the stress

Pet: Barch (large flying fox)

Signature Spell: Oppugno

Magical Artifacts:
Thunderbolt broomstick

Boggart: Glesni's usual boggart appears in a shape of a puppet master, abusing the puppets presenting real people, including herself. However, due to her involvement in his death, she currently sees her boggart as crippled body of her Durmstrang colleague, Xander Nordskov.

Additional skills: Considerable skill in Dark Arts and potion making, due to in-depth study during the years in Durmstrang Institute; Non-verbal magic practitioner; Experienced flyer and quiddich player on a position of beater.

✚ Although somewhat pushed under the rug, she is quite the song bird and a good dancer, and it still shows on a good day.
✚ She also knows how to play a violin, but cello is her string of choice.
✚ Her favorite food is sushi and her favorite fruit are raspberries.
✚ Her favorite flowers are roses and she owns a thick herbarium striving to collect all species of roses she can get her hands on.
✚ Besides that, she owns several other herbaria with neatly arranged herbs with descriptions and recipes to use in to make potions, and she often experiments with samples.
✚ She is a bookworm which makes her overly critical of 'low-quality' literature.
✚ She also plays chess, and being good at it, she has little to no mercy towards her opponents.
✚ Way to her heart lies in uniqueness, free-spirit and open mind.
✚ Even though she seems stuck up and distant, she is willing to tackle challenges and is a fan of adventures.
✚ Suffering the "Resting bitch-face" syndrome most of the time, sometimes the only sign of any emotion can be seen in her eyes, discreet crook of her lips, but mostly, blush. Due to her pale, milky complexion, it is a must for her avoiding uncomfortable situations as she blushes easily and blushes hard, and it being noticed only makes it worse.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

Akai Shuichi, Detective Conan

Virgil Hildegard

The Alchemist

"Nemo Sine Vitio Est."

Full Name: Virgilius 'Virgil' Hildegard
Nicknames: Vir, The Philosopher, Bloodsucker, Freak
Age: 60 (Appears to be in his late twenties)
DOB: 25th of December (Capricorn)
Sex: Male / Masculine pronouns
Faculty: Potions master / Alchemy professor / Potions club mentor
Blood Status: Half-blood / Vampire wizard
Wand: Beech, Dragon Heartstring, 15'', Quite Flexible

Patronus: Raven - Being one of the smartest animals in the world, a witch or wizard which produces this patronus is often very intelligent and most likely an intellectual. The raven is often referred to as many dark and evil things but they are more so misunderstood than evil. Those who produce this patronus will bend and break the rules to get what they want. Their cunning and observant nature gains them power, whether they use that power for the good of others or bad is purely their own choice. Those who produce this patronus are often very adaptable to any situation and surrounding. They also have a great ability of empathy.

Appearance

Height: 6'4''/ 195cm
Weight: 176 lbs/ 80 kg
Build: Mesomorph
Hair: Deep brown, waist-long, straight and shiny, abnormally fast growing, often tidily put in a pony tail or braided (Occasionally charms it to neck-length when desiring change)
Eye Color: Chartreuse green
Complexion: Pale porcelain complexion
Dominant hand: Right hand

Clothing Style

Virgilius tends to differ carefully between the professional and casual, and thus his dress code varies quite a bit. When handling any official business including holding classes and interacting with students, his clothing style can be described as classy and polished with a lot of different variants of formal suits and similar formal attire. During his time off, Virgilius can be often seen in rather casual clothes including, but not limited on trousers, leather jackets, t-shirts and beanies, contributing to his overall youthful appearance.

Distinguishing Features: Long hair, pale complexion, stoic approach, fangs (duh...)

Personality

Unlike what one may expect seeing, or what one is used to be seeing in the case of his baby cousin Eleanor Hildegard, Virgilius is a calm and stoic figure, often coming off as mysterious and cold. Indeed, he holds himself at a respectable distance and as professionally as asked of him, but it is far from the truth that the man has no soul nor any emotional response to the stimulus. He is a well-spoken, patient mentor and a devoted professor, weighting cleverly between his ambitions and students' abilities.
Virgil's unusual emotional stability and focus allows him to go through many situations others would usually deem awkward or uncomfortable without a sway, often remaining (to others) unsettlingly calm in the times of crisis, as well as the times of great joy. This isn't to say he doesn't perceive the danger or time for rejoicing. He is simply acknowledging it all on a level hardly understood by others, often expressing his acknowledgment of the situation with only small physical signs such as narrowing his eyes, or cracking a light smirk in amusement.

Even towards those closest to him, he stays a solid form, lacking in expression, but abundant in support and wisdom whenever needed. It is but a rare occasion for Virgilius to crack his hard stoic shell towards the world, and in his long life it only happened few times he recalls vividly as they were the times of his greatest weakness and the biggest tests of his character. Towards his students, Virgil is unyielding and hardly flexible but fair. He does not play favorites, the best ones he pushes even further always reminding them that no matter how much they know, there is always something new to discover, always aiming to keep them on their feet. Another quite obvious personality trait is his punctuality. He was raised on strict schedule and to this day he holds great importance in separating time for work and time for play and doing so without compromising the other.

When it benefits the situation, however, being well spoken and smooth, Virgilius is capable to get things his way with his measured out charm and tasteful peculiarity. Another quite evident personality trait of his is that he is hard to annoy in any way, making him a rather challenging target for any sort of attempted mockery.

History

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Belonging to the family of vampires whose blood was infused by magic throughout the generations, was by itself a strong base for leading a rather cliche life that suffocated Virgilius since early years. He was a curious, never satisfied child that never expressed his disappointment the way children usually do; loudly. Instead, Virgilius would always protest it striking with ominous silence and isolation from family life in pursue to find the answers to his questions himself, which often unnerved his parents since it often meant the boy would take up on himself to leave the safety of the family home and venture into the outside world despite all the hostile eyes watching. Rather than any harm happening to him, Virgilius was always more likely to run like a wind from boredom and repetitiveness.

Even for a vampire, Virgilius matured quite early, seemingly completely skipping the playful phase, always coming off as lethargic child, hard to amuse with the usual methods. In reality, Virgil's mind was always turned to more challenging things than a simple child's puzzle or a tell tale. By the time he was honorably summoned to Durmstrang Institute as any other magical child, Virgilius already had a good idea on how the simple spells work and what he could and wanted to do with them.

Starting his first year in Durmstrang, it seemed as if nothing is much of a challenge to the vampire boy that had already mastered quite a bit, often going ahead and experimenting with what was given to him and a bit more. Not only for his nature but his tendency to overachieve in his studies had others refer to him as the Freak; a nickname Virgilius soon started using to introduce himself, cleverly stripping it off its negative power over him.

Never involving himself in typical teenage antics and presenting a rather mature personality by the time he was half way through his schooling proving himself responsible, he managed to gain sympathy and favors with many of the professors, providing him the ability to ask for taking a look into parts of magic often unavailable to wizards his age. Along with gaining fresh knowledge came his creativity and the ideas of making something out of the another or even something out of nothing. Besides all other areas he excelled in, Virgilius especially shined when it came to the ancient art of alchemy as well as potion brewing. Possessing vast knowledge and patience to make it happen, as well as persistence to keep trying until he reached his goals, were a perfect match for him to further pursue the science of compounds both with magic and muggle roots.

Finishing his studies with honors anyone would boast with, Virgilius simply locked it away as yet another achievement accomplished, ready to start something new. Against all of his family's wishes and protests, the young vampire ventured in the most peculiar of places in search for more applicable knowledge. One of the places Virgilius spent the most of his early adult life was the Egyptian Center for Alchemical Studies to which he devoted well over a decade of his life, in the most challenging of cultures and climates for what he by birth was. Outside of its premises, and at the very beginning even within it, Vergilius was often looked at with somewhat a despise and always from the distance.

And while he was not too secretive about what he was, feeling no need to hide anything except his diet habits out of courtesy, Virgilius was well aware that not many of those he came in contact with were as tolerable of his presence. Large cultural differences and beliefs presented him as a negative apparition people often rather avoided. In order to protect himself, during his years in Egypt, Virgilius developed an admirable ability in occulumency and legilimency, even though his unyielding personality often served as enough to grant him peace and quiet on one side, and honest colleagues on the other.

The news of enhanced auror activity against vampires in his homeland reached him in the meantime, yet again rekindling the strong connection he had with his own family, regardless of the miles apart. The promise has been made to his mother that he would always come back to them when they needed him the most, no matter where he would end up being. Returning home, he was quickly faced with the tense atmosphere between the wizardkin and vampires, stirred by a recent incident involving a group of unattended young vampires doing their instinct's bidding and threatening the Statute of Secrecy which in return placed all of the other families known for their history of vampirism under the close surveillance.

Opposing to such discriminatory behavior, big vampire families raised against the practice and against the aurors executing the Ministry's order, quickly creating a hostile environment between the two groups that resulted in attacks and retaliations that placed both sides in undesirable positions. While aurors and the Ministy worsened their image in the vampire community, vampires retaliating aggressively against Virgil's pleads to rethink their actions, lead to the aurors include fatal techniques to keep the bloodsuckers away. A true test to its character, Virgilius only lost his composition when Hildegard family suffered unnecessary and unfair loss in their ranks. Witnessing the death of his cousin and his wife that left behind their newborn daughter an orphan, Virgilius snapped for the first time, retaliating with a significant force against the invaders, leaving them injured and pulling back.

In the aftermath, Virgilius was apprehended for the assault on the officials but even though expressing his disagreement with his responsibility other than a self defense, Virgilius greed to leave with them without causing any issues. Fighting his case by only his wits in front of the wizarding court, he presented himself as someone one could hardly consider an inferior creature as his knowledge for the most part surpassed that of those looking down on him. His case raised a lot of dust within the British Society for the Tolerance of Vampires as they put an enormous amount of pressure on the court, calling them out on the barbaric practice towards not only a functional and perspective member of the magic community, but also towards one of their own.

Uncertain of the way to proceed as they were now cornered on one side by the society's members and their supporters, and on the other by pureblooded wizardkin and anti-vampire policy supporters, sides have soon agreed upon a prolonged period of movement restriction and surveillance by the officials in order to make sure he presented no threat to others. Virgil's request for the punishment to be executed within the headquarters of the society in London was reluctantly agreed upon. Throughout the years, he stoically went over constant identification and surveillance practices, kept more or less like an animal in a cage, unable to go where he pleased without previous approval.

However, the period of incarceration did nothing to stop Virgilius from acquiring more power in knowledge, interesting himself in society's library, filled to the brim with magic law books and other related materials. He carefully examined all of the pieces related in one or the other way to the treatment of vampires and slowly but certainly made a name for himself within the society for being well spoken and capable of using the much flexible law in his own favor, as well as potential favor to all other vampires.

Even after he did his time, Virgilius remained withing the society, becoming one of its most passionate spokesmen, actively participating in creating more balanced society where vampires and half-vampires would be acknowledged as equals as well as educated well to control their instincts in a way that would not require them to hide. Throughout his activities, Virgilius still remains persistent in reaching out to the young vampires in danger of becoming a threat to themselves and society, in hopes of giving them a proper guidance and an example of a proper handling of their issues.

Inspired by his impressive curriculum as well as his active work in the wizarding community, then acting headmistress of Hogwarts reached out with a desire to make acquaintance. Honored by being acknowledged by such significant figure, Virgilius did not think twice before paying the visit to the school. What he did not expect, however, was that he was expected to hold a lecture himself and was eagerly awaited by students as well. The headmistress' plan worked rather well as Virgil took on this unexpected assignment she gave him with ease, carrying it out while managing to interest those present, maintaining their undivided attention.

Unexpectedly so, he was asked to stay. Even though he was aware of the witch's wise mind, Virgilius certainly did not expect her to go as far as offering him, a vampire, a teaching position. Caught off guard by the offer, as well as seeing a potential to further expand his ambition to positively present his kind to the wizardkin, Virgilius simply could not say know.

Several generations later, Virgilius remains a devoted teacher and a devoted member of S.T.V, taking pride in his work and finding fulfillment in helping to form young minds with the rest of his colleagues. Adapting to many different trends and generations through the years in a surroundings where many bring not only magical but also the best and the most peculiar of the muggle world kept the vampire busy and content with the way his time is spent.

Fun Facts

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Allergies:

Sun - Even though unlike the old folk tales, the sun itself will no immediately turn the man into ash, unprotected, Virgil's skin rashes and eventually burns faster than usual. Fortunately, unless severely prolonged, his skin is able to regenerate itself within 24 hours of the incident without leaving any trace of burns, and it is made easy with the consummation of protective potions on specifically sunny and warm days. He also takes necessary precautions around other open heat sources such as fireplaces and candles.

Garlic - Vergilius suffers more or less classic allergic reaction if getting in touch with fresh garlic. It often manifests itself with eye watering and itchy nose if smelled and if accidentally digested it manifests itself with uncomfortable tingling sensation and shortness of breath. Fortunately enough, only bigger quantities he would never ingest deliberately are enough to cause more serious reaction, and only by his nose itching, he can tell it is present without exposing himself further to it.

Alcohol: Vergilius enjoys an occasional glass of strong whiskey or bourbon in special occasions, never really having himself drink enough to be affected by it and therefore he sees no need for him to currently put a limit to how much he has.

Smoking: Being a man of principles and preaching, and presenting only responsible and useful habits, smoking is the only ugly habit he cannot get rid of. Being an active smoker, it is often enhanced when he is focusing or pondering on something. He can often be seen correcting exams with the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, exhausted in accordance to Hogwarts health regulations... unless nobody is looking.

Signature Spell: Depulso (Banishing charm)

Magical Artifacts:
- Probity probe - A Probity Probe detects spells of concealment and hidden magical objects
- Sneakoscope - A Sneakoscope serves as a Dark Arts detector. The device is described as a miniature glass-spinning top that emits shrill noises in the presence of deception, for instance, when an untrustworthy person is near or when a deceitful event takes place nearby.

Boggart: Plain existence - As a vampire, Virgilius is well aware of his long-lasting connection to the physical world. Spending his entire life following his passions and hungering for more knowledge and something fresh, losing such thrive would be the death of the man even while his body still continues to exist. Virgil's boggart manifests itself as an abstract feeling of loss of purpose and falling into monotony that makes everything around him seem repetitive visually, audibly and olfactorily in an attempt to drive him insane when there is nothing new left to engage with.

Haemokinesis: With many of his kind often resorting to umbrakinesis as their vampiric study of choice, not being happy with the idea of hiding and deceiving, Virgilius turned to the more flamboyant and arguably more aggressive study of blood manipulation not undertaken by many of his kind. Besides the ability to adjust his own and the enclosed blood of the others, Virgilius is also able to absorb its force, or use the matter itself to warp it and charm it for his combat advantage. As it is, haemokinesis requires an additional drive other than the obvious ability to control its flow. It is often held on lower levels as Virgilius avoids flaunting it around, and only in the times of great distress and emotional turmoils can one witness it full force. The stronger its usage however, the more it takes to regenerate and restore energy after.

Animagus: Raven - Taking a form of his patronus, Virgilius appears as a large raven, pitch black and with crimson red eyes instead of the usual black. The raven has noticeably longer tail and depending on the clothing Virgilius wear during the transformation, it presents itself like tidily arranged shapes and lines across birds legs and sometimes chest if he is wearing a tie or a bow tie. His animagus form is mostly used during the hunt for fresh blood in Forbidden Forest.

Apparition: Like many devoted magic users, Virgilius as well has quite the skill when it comes to the apparition. Although perhaps not as quick in execution as others may be, Virgil's execution is more stable and less prone to mistakes, and he is able to travel long distance to different places just by picturing them in his mind.

Wandless and nonverbal magic: Although he possesses a wand, Virgilius often channels his magical abilities wandless and nonverbal. He is able to execute many mundane everyday spells in such manner, however, when it comes to dueling or creating a mixture, he prefers to leave nothing to chance and focus his magic further through the wand.

Active occulumens and legilimens: Being skilled and efficient in exploring minds of the others, he is just as skilled in hiding his from the same. He however limits this ability of his to only using it when requesting it from him is reasonable.

Enhanced healing factor: Contrary to popular belief, Virgilius is not completely unbreakable. Even though it takes a lot of effort, he still can suffer significant damage if attack is executed properly or aiming for his vital parts. However, unlike the typical human, his enhanced healing factor allows him to storm through injuries that would mean almost a certain death to other human beings. Depending on the severity of the injury, it can heal in the span of moments (e.g. minor cuts), to 24 hours.

Enhanced physical strength: Although avoiding to abuse this feature given to him by birth, other than the strength granted by his physical activity, virgilius possesses an additional physical strength that seemingly comes out of nowhere, allowing him to execute heavy physical work for multiple men. Throughout the years, he'd learned how to dose his strength so a simple handshake does not mean a broken hand.

Enhanced senses: Thanks to his vampire heritage, he possesses enhanced senses of smell and hearing, and with his vision being without a lack, he often finds it troublesome to shield his eyes from the excessive light, often being forced to wear specific filtering glasses to ease the struggle.

✚ Other than vast knowledge of potions and alchemy, Virgilius also has a vast knowledge of chemistry as a whole and he nowdays interests himself in other muggle sciences.
✚ He actively uses old languages Latin and Hebrew, and he is fluent in several other languages (Russian, Greek, German, French and Arabic). He is currently turning towards eastern philosophy and language as well as ancient African civilizations whenever his busy schedule allows him to study further, expanding his theoretical and practical knowledge.
✚ Virgilius is an active member of Society for the Tolerance of Vampires (S.T.V), openly involving himself into providing his kind with better treatment with no discrimination, including helping young vampires and half-vampires to properly integrate into wizarding society. He is also an honorable member of the Egyptian Center for Alchemical Studies and even with his remote position and busy schedule, he maintains a friendly relationship with its leads, often exchanging experiences and ideas.
✚ Back home in Romania, he used to play a piano, but with other obligations he has, it was kind of left aside.
✚ No, he does not sleep in a coffin, but his dorm is surely like a more comfortable mausoleum. His personal area as well as his office is significantly cooler and darker than other areas of the castle.
✚ Although he will never turn down an extra portion, in order to function properly, Virgilius requires at least 400 milliliters of blood a week. It consists of 200 milliliters of blood from human donors, acquired through the Society, and the rest includes various animals and blood snacks he can get his hands on. Virgil's favorite human blood type is 0 for its rich meaty aftertaste.
✚ His work desk drawer always contains a stash of blood candy including his favorite; blood loli pop.
✚ Although he is widely recognizable by his calm and serious nature, Virgilius certainly has a sense of humor that often leaves people perplexed. He is often cracking jokes that get a new dimension of funny when spoken as sarcastically. He doesn't shield himself from a messy youthful fun either and he is willing to retaliate on the same level, albeit in more classy manner.
✚ Even though being a vampire is quite obvious to everyone, Virgil can never be seen consuming fresh blood in public, preferring to keep it withing his dorm or the office, aware that plenty of wizardkin still feels weak at knees witnessing such scene.
✚ He is still able to enjoy other food and just like everyone else he requires water to survive. Unsurprisingly, his favorite dish contains a nice juicy raw steak with hopefully a glass of a good wine.
✚ He enjoys classics of muggle literature and he reads and rereads them with great attention and focus to details, often quoting many of them. Opposite to it, he despises with great passion all of the modern literature labelled "young adult" literature and "self-help" literature as he believes they are created by charlatans hungry of fortune while creating fools to the world.
✚ Virgilius is a talented dancer, and he greatly enjoys presenting his knowledge of the philosophy of movement and grace through the classic ballroom or Latin dances of which his favorite ones are waltz and tango. One of the events he enjoys the most like many of his colleagues and students of Hogwarts is certainly the Yule Ball that happens to fall on his birthday. All of those not seeing his moves on the usual day, will certainly enjoy quite the presentation at this event.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

Veelocity

Hawke Farwynd

Wild Child

"See through a different pair of eyes and walk in a different skin. I dare you."

Full Name: Hawke Farwynd
Age: 24
Sex: Male / Masculine pronouns
Occupation: Second in command on lord Greyjoy's ship, healer
Strengths: Composed, reasonable, honest, intelligent, free-spirited, loyal
Weaknesses: Overprotective, stubborn, blunt, selective, judgemental, competitive

Talents:
- Vast knowledge of medicine and valuable properties of many herbs and other components found in the nature;
- Admirable knowledge of sea life and sea creatures' behavior;
- Skilled sailor and navigator;
- Fishery;
- Ranged weapon proficiency with an accent on archery and harpoons;
- Experienced skinchanger capable of warging even into bigger sea creatures.

Inabilities:
- Sword wielding;
- Horse riding,
- Lying;
- Empty politeness;
- Diplomacy;
- To forgive and forget.

Fears: Being very appreciative of his freedom to roam and the ability that was given to him by the Drowned One to fulfill this aim, arguably the biggest fear Hawke has is that of no longer being able to skinchange and overall being restricted/ not being free to come and go as he pleases.

Appearance

Hawke Farwynd is a well built, sturdy male of a slim yet evidently muscular body, standing at 6'2. Even though he has been known as a rather humble and down-to-earth guy, Hawke's demeanor is just as much proud and imposing as is intimidating, especially since he tends to approach everyone he encounters with visible reservation. Even though often called out for his lack of facial hair among the pirates, Hawke makes up for the image of a rough seaman with his tanned skin, and accentuated masculine facial features with a strong bone structure. His eyes and his hair add yet another dose of wild to his unconventional appearance. With dark cat-like eyes and a piercing glare, accompanied by a sleek raven black, braided hair, Hawke looks more exotic than usual for an ironborn because of which his origins were heatedly discussed many times before. Being more of a fighter that relies on the abilities like skinchanging, ranged weapon wielding and all together his speed and dexterity, Hawke prefers wearing lighter clothes with minimal armor, in comparison to the rest of men on the ship, including the captain.

Personality

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General Personality: Hawke is a rather mysterious and private person, setting up a tall barrier between himself and the people he does not know or does not trust, which are many. Tending to be sarcastic and cynical when he is even bothered to speak in such scenarios, paint him as a weirdo that is also rather intimidating, not shying away from making it known he does not appreciate one's presence whether with simple facial expression, or sometimes even with words. Compared to lord Greyjoy, Hawke is a calm persona, often taking on situations known to kick the captain into a fit of rage, successfully preventing a bigger mess from happening, more than once. More than anything, he is known to give only his honest opinions on matters he is asked about, without sugarcoating the content even the slightest, often making him seem insolent and uncomfortable.

Inner Personality: Truth is, the man is simply overly selective of people he would allow close enough, beyond the set barrier. Underneath a cold, hard shell, only for a selected few, Hawke is a generous and playful young man, often engaging in a good-willed banter and jests which are the most prominent with the captain and the ship's cook which he went to build a rather tight bond with, so much so, that he considers them a family he stays true to, no matter the cost. As much as his bluntness rejects plenty, his open honesty towards people he cares about is a guarantee that he will tell them what they need to hear, regardless of whether that is something they want to hear or not. Hawke finds his time and his words extremely valuable, often staying clear of small talk and only choosing people he truly can make a worthy conversation with.

History

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At that point, it was almost a pure fact that the Sealskin Point was one of the most unusual places on the Iron Islands. It wasn't because of its shores nor its sea as much as it was because of its people. It was only fair for the noble family to be just as odd. Isolated from the majority of the political life of the Iron Islands also meant leading a rather undisturbed life, turned to sea and its mysteries. Farwynd's passed on this fascination through generations to come, and six of their children continuing to cherish that tradition was of no surprise. Among their children was a boy; Hawke, a "bird of prey" that fittingly carried his name. Not the oldest nor the youngest, but somehow just right there in the middle, Hawke was easy to overlook, regardless of his fast developing diversity of skills, interest and physical abilities.

It was not until the boy warged into his first fish that his parents saw something else in him that stood out from all of his brothers and sisters. The boy carried a gift believed to be long lost in mixing of bloods and yet somehow emerging ages afterwards. Taking a liking to the freedom his gift provided him with, Hawke trained his mind and the extension of his ability hard and with a discipline quite impressive for a child, striving to travel further and aiming to try different scales, different skins and different fins as the size and the speed of an animal was never quite satisfactory.

By the time the boy turned 18 he had already achieved all the tasks his father, a seaman, presented as a challenge for him. It was then that Hawke was the most grateful for not being the oldest. While his oldest brother was stuck withing the walls on the Sealskin Point, learning how to rule, Hawke enjoyed full freedom in doing what he desired with what he was capable of doing. His abilities did not fail to catch an eye of his overlords, however, albeit by accident. Then yet unaware of his skinchanging ability, young lord of house Greyjoy desired his other skills, including those of a healer, to be readily available on his ship. As it would have been expected, Farwynds took no longer than a moment to discuss the offer as it was an opportunity for Farwynds to regain back the acknowledgement of other ironborn they so desired and specifically their overlords.

But as it was, Hawke was an unusual type, not accustomed to life on a ship in such manner, most of the time for the first year keeping to himself, creating more enemies with annoyed pirates than allies. His honestly and a lack of aggressive approach often made him a target of other, more brutal pirates but never even once had it came to his mind that his behavior shall not be accepted. Standing firmly by his beliefs and his way served to earn him quite a bit of sympathy from the young captain and even though he himself was not ready to accept the man's generosity with open arms, he silently appreciated it. It was not until he knew the man well that he started to open up in hopes of being accepted as he was, always one leg out the door in case it went the wrong way. But it never did.

Being somewhat unusually open-minded, lord Greyjoy never once expressed anything but curiosity towards what Hawke had to present and share. Being his biggest secret, his skinchanging ability also cemented the feeling of trust and silent admiration towards lord Greyjoy, once he dared to risk and present it to his overlord. Eventually, the knowledge of his ability became common on the ship, but the specific secret he shared with lord Greyjoy only, made up for the awkwardness of glares of those looking at him like a freak. None of it mattered as long as his curiosity was fed, and being a part of that very crew proved more filling that he'd dare imagine.

Years after, Hawke remains Hagen Greyjoy's loyal right hand, proving his worth even when he is not asked to and doing his best to accomplish his goals in the ideal way possible. Still tending to come off as stiff and cocky, Hawke is visibly more relaxed and self-confident around the crew. However, through many adventures and events through years of serving on the Black Mermaid, Hawke perhaps became even more vary of people, learning to distance himself and close up to the outsiders, serving as a reliable source of information to the captain, as well as a guarantee that there was at the very least one single person on board who's mind would almost certainly not be clouded neither by flattery, nor by provocation.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

THE WITCHING HOUR
(An addition to Hoggy Rebirthted RP)​

Location: The Great Lake: White Tomb
Time: Monday night
Interactions: Ravena Fawley, Glesni Carrow, Virgilius Hildegard

Pale marble cover glistened under the moonlight. A pair of emerald green eyes rested fixated on the hypnotic twists of shadows as they danced restlessly, lead by the evening breeze. Occasionally, a cool breeze would pick up, rubbing cold creeps against exposed parts of her skin. Regardless, Glesni did not flinch.

"The eye is always caught by the light," came a thought. "But shadows have more to say."

A bird sounded somewhere down the lake, engaging in a soothing conversation with another. In the usual fashion, the girl would perhaps make a fuss about the wind or the fact that she would have to wait for who knows how long before Ravena would appear, but complaining hadn't quite crossed her mind tonight. Instead, the knot of nervousness in her guts kept her rooted in place as if it would end her if she dared to move.

Somewhere down the road, the moon rose to the center of the sky, appearing behind the cover of clouds. First quietly, then louder and closer, a voice caught Glesni's attention.

"...that they would make a more appropriate approaching point. Is this management of yours even doing anything?"

"You're late."

Ravena's steps slowed down, then stopped behind the girl. The witch clapped her hands in response.

"A wizard is never late, nor is he early," she quoted, her niece finally turning around and sparing her a glance. "He arrives-"

"Precisely when he means to. Yes. I know," Glesni finished the quote, maintaining her unamused gaze.

"Yes, well. Yes." With quite some time since the last meeting, Ravena remained rooted in place, uncertain of how to handle the girl's indifference.

To Glesni, however, she was a more than welcome change of scenery. After what seemed like an eternity of cold hard stare, the girl's eyes narrowed, and lips stretched in a wide smile. By the time she entirely traversed the distance to her aunt, Glesni Carrow laughed aloud. Ravena Fawley responded with an excited squeal as she embraced the girl tightly against her body.

"You little devil," the witch chuckled, rubbing Glesni's head playfully.

"Tap. Tap out!" Glesni whined light-heartedly, trying to break free.

"You think you can come here looking all cute and give me the attitude, huh?"

After a few more attempts to convince her, Ravena's grip finally loosened, allowing Glesni to compose herself. "I always give you the attitude. What do you mean?" she jested.

"Look at you," Ravena responded, staring proudly at the young woman in front of her. "You gorgeous thing."

Lifting her eyebrow in question, Glesni rolled her eyes. "Alright then, enough with the pathetic. Give me a proper hug, huh?" And she did not have to insist the second time. As if only she needed was an excuse or permission, Ravena pulled her into another tight hug. The wave of pride and bitterness washed over her as she held the girl close. Oh, how proud she was, but also how broken. Feeling the surge of tears soaking up her eyes, she squinted firmly and bit her lip.

"Half circle. Zig-Zag and point. Weird...bird thing then a twist..." Seemingly nonsensical thoughts worked. As quickly as they appeared, the tears dried out once her mind occupied describing wand movements. She had found out a long time ago that it was an efficient way not to lose your mind.

"Hey! I said you're suffocating me," Glesni's complaint finally reached her and dragged her back to the present.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed right after lowering her tone and apologizing wordlessly to the stone tomb. "I'm sorry, Monkey. I've missed you a lot."

"Ah yes, you've decided to suffocate me to death instead," Glesni chuckled, adjusting her hoodie. "So, tell me! How was the trip?"

************

"So that's it then?"

Rhythmical hits of waves against the shore filled in a brief silence between them.

"Not quite." A simple response weighted down heavier than a whole report, but it came as no surprise. Glesni sighed, throwing a small rock into the water under her.

"Figures," she responded, somewhat disappointed, placing another empty candy wrapper that then dissolved. "Put some crappy rules in a crappy society, and you get a pile of... well. Crap." The dissatisfaction of masses seemed to be a common theme in the Wizarding World forever, but that knowledge made every fire intensely close to the fuse. Ravena nodded in silent agreement.

"The Ministry is involved. Which, granted, wouldn't have been the strangest thing given how they are there to clean the mess after all. But once you know what to look for, you know that there could be more than simple damage control," she paused before scoffing. "Bet the Big Man knows quite a bit more."

"Don't."

"In times like these, it would be nice to have the right people in the right positions."

"Well. Tough luck. There're always other ways," Glesni interrupted, skipping the subject of her father altogether, and Ravena caught on.

"But!" she exclaimed suddenly. "How's the boy hero?" The jest landed on Glesni's scolding glance.

"How the hell should I know?" she shrugged, facing forward across the lake's surface. "I don't go around asking people how they're feeling. Why would I ask him? Obviously, he isn't okay. Who would be? Not like he went in there looking for trouble." Noticing Ravena's overly amused gaze on her, Glesni halted and cleared her throat.

"...I guess."

"Ah. Understandable," Ravena agreed energetically, holding back a smirk that she knew would make the girl burst into redness more than she already did.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what?'"

"What was that response?"

"I just agreed with-"

"You were giving me a look," Glesni kept fussing.

"What look? I don't have a look."

"Yes, you do! Stop."

"Stop what?" Ravena laughed out, unable to hold back under a shower of light slaps against her upper arm.

"That!"

"You know, if you already must trespass, please do it quietly."

The row of chuckles and groans came to an abrupt stop as Glesni bolted up on her feet, briefly slipping in the process. Once stable and composed, she greeted the figure. "Professor Hildegard. Good evening."

Regardless of many questions on his mind, the man took his time to respond with a polite nod. "And a very good evening to you, miss Carrow, and..." he paused with eyes focusing on the unfamiliar woman. He patiently waited for an answer when their eyes met. Regardless of just running into a quite severe offense, professor Hildegard maintained a calm composure without any haste or a sign of trouble.

"Are you kidding me?" Ravena presented a question instead of an expected answer, her eyes widening ever so slightly at the man.

"Perhaps if you would be so generous as to point out the joke for me, I could give you a better fitting answer," Virgil responded dryly. A few steps away from him, redness returned to Glesni's face as she rubbed her forehead, hiding discomfort.

"Virgilius Hildegard," Ravena identified the man in awe as she rose up from the ground. "Damn Hildegard on the very first night."

"Ravena-" Glesni called out but quickly came to a halt, lowering her head under Virgil's glare. Albeit docile, it still held its weight. It was a weight of consequence now that he knew it wasn't the isolated incident but an elaborate get-together. Ravena, however, seemed unbothered by the potential trouble.

Silently confirming his identity, Virgil measured out the woman before repeating his request. "I am not quite sure I caught your name, miss..." His ears never failed him. He had heard her name clearly. Still, ethics were held in high regard with the man, and he wished for the answer from the person he was referring to.

"Right!" she finally spoke. "Ravena Fawley. Nice to meet you. I've heard plenty," she grinned, extending her hand. Then, briefly assessing the situation, Virgil's stance loosened up slightly, and he accepted a handshake - a surprisingly firm, confident one.

"Wish I could say the same, miss Fawley."

"Pfft. Nah!" came out of Ravena, evidently confused by the unexpected encounter with a person held in such high regard by one of Durmstrang's best. "Nothing to know, really," she giggled stupidly, mouthing back her excitement to Glesni.

"Yes. I know. He's... teaching here. I am seeing him the entire year," the girl responded uncomfortably, approaching the two. "I- I have to apologize, professor," she started, but frankly, she had no clue where to begin. Instead of insisting, however, Virgil offered her a courteous smirk.

"How about you ladies fill me in on the reason for this rendezvous of yours, and we can skip apologies, yes?"

Ravena and Glesni exchange glare. Without much hesitation, Glesni nodded affirmatively.

"I suppose that's only fair," the witch concluded. "But where to start?" she scoffed nervously, getting a fast and confident response in return.

"From the beginning. If you don't mind."

************

Where there was smoke, there was fire, it has been said. And when the cloud of smoke was visible across the continent, the fire was to be of concern. Little had he disclosed his visit to the family seat, but small trails of smoke encountered there now made for a bigger picture - a collage of escalating issues across the front.

"And, figuring how the Ministry now involved. Uh. Your kind as well..." the woman hesitated, and it didn't go unnoticed to Virgil.

"A 'vampire' isn't a derogatory term, miss Fawley. There is no need to dance around it."

"Yes! Of course. I was just making sure," Ravena hurried to justify her poor choice of words with a nervous chuckle. Seemingly ignoring it to her great relief, Virgil returned to the topic at hand.

"The vampire community had been under surveillance for years, but the Ministry also did not feel the need to go through the S.T.V's affairs in detail. Until this summer, that is. To put it mildly, the community is far from alright with it all."

"Well, it is understandable, don't you think?"

"No."

The answer did not seem to be what Ravena had expected to hear. Catching perplexed gazes of females, Virgil's educational instinct spoke for him.

"With all due respect to your knowledge, but the true core of our community is evading you. Some in it are openly willing to react to such provocation since the incident, and it is becoming problematic. And I am not speaking of lower hierarchical circles."

Nodding her head, Ravena stood with her eyes squinted, contemplating the information received. "And here I was thinking I'm coming to you all with some new knowledge. Then again, if I had known I would be facing you right the hell away, I would have come prepared."

A subtle challenge of wits brought out a smirk.

"Please, do not take this the wrong way," Virgil responded, "But I doubt it."

A small snort came from Glesni, and this time, she received professor Hildegard's full attention.

"Ah, and miss Carrow. Before I forget. I am deducting ten points from Slytherin for your little adventure. Please return to your dorm."

Behind him, Ravena enjoyed the sweet taste of instant karma while Glesni attempted to reason her way out of it.

"Professor, if I may-"

"Fifteen points, miss Carrow," Virgil interrupted calmly.

"B-but I-"

"Twenty. And may I remind you the typical amount is fifty, so please. Do continue."

Being the second time her behavior threatened to damage the house for a significant amount of points after the DADA incident, Glesni decided to, for once, keep her arguments to herself.

"Yes, professor," she agreed reluctantly, making her way towards the castle.

"She's a good kid," Ravena spoke fondly, with Glesni out of the hearing reach.

"Let us keep it that way, shall we?" Virgil suggested rhetorically. "As a fellow professor, you are more than welcome to visit at a proper hour and walk through the front door."

"Right! Of course," Ravena nodded, much to Virgil's pleasure.

"Now, please follow me. I will escort you out."

"Oh! That won't be necessary, I'll just, uh..." Realizing that levitating over the wall hardly counted as 'knowing a proper way out,' Ravena quickly stopped pointing in that direction. "Well, if you insist."

"You are a guest, after all. It'll be my pleasure." Even though reasonably tall, Ravena still barely reached the tip of Virgil's shoulders. Because of it, she instinctively straightened up her posture, although it made almost no difference.

"Have you managed to visit around yet, miss Fawley?" Virgil interrupted the silence.

"Yes, of course. Hogsmeade. Wonderful place."

"Indeed," he agreed politely. "You did not happen to see any students of ours committing truancy around there, have you?" Ravena wasn't quite sure what unnerved her more: the question itself or Hildegard's calm, unbothered tone. She felt like a student all over again.

"The question is straightforward, miss Fawley."

"No? Not that I know of?" Quite frankly, the fact that Ravena wasn't sure what 'truancy' actually meant helped it not being a complete lie. Then again, she had a good idea of what it may have been.

"Interesting. It must have been a peculiar case of mistaken identity. After all, I am sure there are plenty of scarred boys running around Hogsmeade during school hours these days."

"Perhaps. Boys will be boys!" she chuckled nervously, stubbornly sticking to her bad little story. Realizing that it was a pathetic response, she jumped the boat in the final attempt to get herself off the hook.

"Have I told you? Professor Sergei Elin sent his regards."

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

A Letter to Adelaide
(An addition to Hoggy Rebirthted RP)​

Dear Adelaide,

I am beyond pleased to hear of your fast recovery.

Recently, your current status has been brought to my attention, and while it came as a surprise, I believe you have made the right choice. It was an honor to work with such a dedicated and talented witch. Moreso, it is an utmost privilege to refer to you as family.

I sincerely hope that we are to see you again in the service of the Ministry. It is, at times, an ungrateful and tedious but essential work that we are assigned, and I firmly believe you understand it as well.

In the name of the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain, I would like to extend our gratitude and best wishes.

Furthermore, I would like to use this opportunity for a social call. It is important to me that our family remains a well-built, intertwined unit, and it is quite unfortunate that all of our obligations interfere with any quality family time.

Due to this, and in the light of recent events, I feel obligated to reach out and invite you for an informal get-together whenever your schedule may allow it. Please, do not hesitate to reach out at the earliest convenient time. Carrow household welcomes you.

I, in particular, am looking forward to it.

Respectfully,
Branok Carrow

P.S. Allow me to be brazen. I will not take 'no' for an answer.