[Casual/Advanced] Hogwarts: the Muggle Rebellion (Oblivion Fangx/DestinyKakeru)
It has been sixteen years since the Great War at Hogwarts against Voldemort and his Death Eaters, with the good triumphed over the evil, led by Harry Potter and his two closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The time of peace that the wizarding world has been yearning for has finally came...
In this alternate universe set in the year of 2013 parallel to the canon storyline, this peace is short-lived - a new war is about to break out, more terrible than what Voldemort did in his time. It is not just between purebloods and muggle-borns, but the entire wizarding community against the world of muggles.
Can wizards and witches continue to co-exist with these non-magical humans? Or will this balance be broken just like the witch-hunting period back in the old days, but much much worse?
The story will revolve around four seemingly unrelated Hogwarts students - two fourth years and two sixth years, one from each house - who will eventually set aside their fears and differences, and unite together to fight to the ultimate end...
Name:Gender:Blood:House and year:Wand:Pet and pet's name:Personality:Background:Family ---
Last edited by DestinyKakeru; 5 Days Ago at 05:32 AM.
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0: 2ND PLAYTHROUGH
MC: EIGHT - LEVEL 65
One of the things Vivian values most is silence. She detests noisy people and often snaps at them to pipe down - however, she herself is quite talkative if the topic interests her enough. She can be calculating and is often tentative and indecisive before making a major decision but to others, she prefers to maintain her public persona of the silence-loving forgetful bookworm. She is always carrying a book or two (often shrunk), even to irrelevant classes, breakfast and Hogsmeade and often pulls out books on some of the most bizarre subjects. Vivian has no problems using questionably magic to achieve certain goals, although she hesitates when someone's well-being is in question.
Vivian was raised in a strict Pureblood family with very high ideals and expectations that Vivian constantly struggled to reach. Now one might assume that she rebelled or simply kept on struggling but no; Vivian is perfectly alright with it knowing that it would help her improve and become a talented witch. Every summer since she turned five, she has had tutoring in every subject but mostly focusing on Potions and the theory behind it; how certain ingredients react to form a solution, how its properties come about, etc. Vivian has had her interest in the subject constantly fluctuate, sometimes she loved it and sometimes she got tired of it which angered her parents. They called in one of the most ruthless tutors, well-known for working his students half to death - however, Vivian welcomed the challenge. As she grew older, she realized that her family leaned towards the Dark side a bit more, although publicly, they were neutral and surprisingly, she didn't have any qualms with that.
However, one day, Vivian was thrown into a vortex of confusion that even till now, she has not recovered from yet. The day she left to begin her second year, her she bid her older brother goodbye, unbeknownst to her, for the last time. Darius Cohen disappeared that night. Where, nobody knew but it had a domino effect on everybody - her father started drowning himself in work, her mother tightened up and enforced even more rules than before and her younger sister drew into herself. Vivian was in a state of shock and, as a result, her grades dropped dramatically which caused her mother to send a Howler. Even till now, they are not on good terms.
Her childhood friend - Isaac. They used to study and occasionally play together during their sleepovers. When Vivian turned ten, he moved away to study in one of America's finest wizarding academies. They have both lost contact and Vivian has no clue what happened to him. More to be revealed further on.
Elliott does not look the least bit asian as his name implies. The only feature he inherited were the slightly slanted eyes, giving him an exotic look. The rest of his features are all inherited from his mother - the straight nose, the pale skin, the golden-brown hair and his warm, very light brown eyes. He's not very built, having barely enough muscle to cross the line between lean and wiry and stands at around 5'10. His hair is fairly long, reaching the base of his neck and is always tousled for he doesn't even bother fixing it. Something along the lines of this.
Background: Family --- Others ---
Last edited by Oblivion Fangx; 07-11-2013 at 04:54 AM.
A pretty laid-back person who likes to laze around and may seem somewhat of an airhead at times, but don't be fooled by his innocent look - Miyu is actually very observant and has high analyzing skills, which makes him a good spy (if he ever becomes one, that is). He is a free soul like his namesake, and likes to do whatever he pleases i.e. walking out of the classroom openly halfway through a lesson or sleeping on the bed in the hospital wing when he's perfectly in good health, although usually within reasonable range because he finds it very troublesome once he gets into stupid major troubles, even if he's quick-witted and that enables him to get out of countless tight spots and difficult situations (he hates wasting his time doing detention work). He may seem sociable but his true goal is to make people to be in debt to him, and then get them to return the favor whenever he needs their aid (blackmailing?). He likes high places like the top towers and treetops, and he loves midnight strolls (though it's against school rules). Oh yeah, did I mention that he's quite a troll?
Family --- Miyu was born in London as the only child of his Japanese migrant parents. During daytime his parents worked as managers of the family's small sushi cafe, but at night they were onmyouji, descendants from an ancient clan who possessed purifying powers to ward of evil spirits and demons involving the uses of ki (innate energy within the human body) and ofuda/shikigami (paper charms to call forth and control certain spirits to do their bidding), and also some kind of secretive divination techniques that vary from clan to clan. Unfortunately onmyoudou is a very specialized form of Asian magic, hence there is a controversy about categorizing their bloodline - they can be seen as Asian wizards with an uniquely 'pure' blood, or simply muggles with supernatural powers. His father is often furious at how he uses onmyoudou for offense instead of the supposed defensive style, and he simply can't perform divination like his parents; however, he is exceptionally good at using shikigami to create doppelgangers. Besides onmyoudou, he was also trained in many forms of unarmed combats (judo, karate, etc.) - his mother carried a black belt or the highest degree in almost every single unarmed combat known to humans.
School --- In his first two years at Hogwarts, Miyu is really awful at wand work - he had the highest backfiring rate in Hogwarts history (reliability of this info is unknown) due to his accidental infusion of ki with his magic, a habit from his training as an onmyouji. As Western magic-casting is very different from his Asian ways, this causes his magical power to be over-amplified, which would then go out of control and setting off explosions, even blasted one of the students out of the classroom once. He has now more control but small explosions still happen from time to time.
He befriends a house-elf named Sherry in his first year when he spotted her cleaning the Gryffindor Common Room during his usual sleepless nights. Through her, he gets to know a lot of Hogwarts secrets, one of which is the entrance to the Great Hall kitchen, where the Hogwarts house-elves worked.
Others --- His family name 'Kisaragi' is an old Japanese term for the month of February, and the kanji of his first name 'Miyu' means freedom.
House and year:
Slytherin, 6th Year
Pine and dragon heartstring, 12 3/4 inches
Pet and pet's name:
Nameless common raven that responds to his whistle signal, which is the Morse code of his initial - MH
Mirage isn't your stereotypical Slytherin - on the outside he has the sinister look of someone who is always up to something (no good?), giving off the cold and unapproachable vibe, but deep down he just wants people to understand him one way or another. Thanks to his appearance he was saved from any bullying troubles in his own house, at the expense of getting evil eye from other houses.
Family ---Mirage was born in Edinburgh to a muggle father and witch mother.
Others --- [This section will be updated as more info is revealed in the RP.]
Last edited by DestinyKakeru; 09-29-2013 at 10:16 AM.
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0: 2ND PLAYTHROUGH
MC: EIGHT - LEVEL 65
The sound of scraping benches, shuffling feet and rustling robes filled the Great Hall as the student stood and lined up to make the familiar -- or not, in the case of the jittery first-years -- trek back to the House dormitories. The Prefects' voices rose above the others', echoing off the ancient walls and simply serving to increase a certain Ravenclaw's irritation. She snapped her book shut and with a quick tap of her wand, shrunk it and shoved the matchbox-sized book into her pocket with a huff of exasperation. She hadn't been able to finish it on the train for the exact same reason -- her exceedingly noisy housemates. Weren't Ravenclaws supposed to be quiet and studious? Well, the rest of the 4th Years certainly didn't think so, making it a point to make as much noise as possibly until the girl's head exploded.
Her eyes fell on the rather short line of first-year Ravenclaws and a small smirk pulled up at her lips; the way the stared at quite literally everything was comical - of course, conveniently ignoring the fact that she herself couldn't suppress her own wonder three years ago. This year had yielded a very low count of Ravenclaws, from what she could see, only seven compared to the fifteen in Slytherin, not that she was counting. The ruckus at the feast was simply too loud for her to read at the table so she had simply resorted to doing what she did best - observing (or staring, if you asked a normal person).
" - Miss Cohen!" The sharp voice of Jillian Dare, Seventh Year Ravenclaw prefect, rang out in her ears, startling Vivian as a thick volume with ancient leather bindings was handed to her. It wouldn't be good to anger another teacher any further - her angry outburst at a Fifth Year's loud, obnoxious laugh had nearly landed her a detention. She accepted her lost book back with a gracious smile and looked over it, following the Ravenclaw in front of her out the doors. "Please refrain from leaving your reading materials at the dinner table, again. This is my last warning, if I find another abandoned book with 'Property of Vivian Cohen' written in the inside cover, I will take this matter to Professor Flitwick to be resolved." Vivian simply nodded, trying very hard not to roll her eyes. But she had to sympathize with the prefect; Vivian carried way too many books, that were hard to keep track of every one. With a sigh, she shrunk it and tucked it away inside her robes and felt her thoughts drifting back to a worrying problem that Vivian certainly did not want to deal with. Her mother. Anastasia Cohen hadn't let up on Vivian ever since last year's exam results came back - one A in Herbology and all hell broke loose. Even before she left for Hogwarts, on the platform, her mother had very visibly admonished her for her slacker behaviour, garnering quite a bit on unwanted and embarrassing attention. Even now, Vivian could feel an unsettling feeling of disdain well up in her chest - her mother just did not understand and honestly, Vivian doubted she ever would. These increasingly vicious thoughts swirled around her mind, distracting her even further until she finally managed to squash them down and look around.
Where the hell did the rest of the Ravenclaws go? The empty hallway gave her absolutely no indication and she stood near the stairs in mild bewilderment - how had she managed to lose more than a hundred rowdy students? Just as she'd expected, her focus and absentmindedness had come back and bit her in the ass and left her alone in the wide, spacious hallway. Even if she hurried, Vivian highly doubted she would reach her housemates in time and resigned herself to a lone walk back up to the tower.
On the other hand, it was pretty quiet and as the silence wrapped around Vivian like a comfortable blanket, she sighed in happiness and smiled. If only she was lucky enough to have it last.
Last edited by Oblivion Fangx; 07-08-2013 at 12:36 PM.
It took Miyu longer than usual to shake off his nosy roommates, who tried to follow him in order to know the secret behind where he always nicked the nighttime snacks from. He wasn't about to - and probably never would - show them: tickle the pear in the portrait with a basket of fruits, which would reveal the kitchen where the Hogwarts house-elves worked to prepare the mouth-watering food that made the Great Hall great (in his opinion).
There was another reason why he couldn't show them the kitchen.
He took out a crystal phial from his pocket and held it up against the candlelight conveniently next to him. This was his last stock of Sleeping Potion - he would have to brew more in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom during his free time later this year (he didn't purposefully perfect this one particular potion without a good reason). He hoped that it would be enough to knock out his roommates for the whole night before any one of them caught him out of bed and got him into deeper trouble.
He looked around the now deserted hallway cautiously. He was too focused on throwing his roommates off his tail - well, at least he didn't see anyone he wouldn't want to meet around, and he let his tense shoulders relaxed a little.
Then, a soft, steady sound of incoming footstep from far made him perked up warily again. They're sure very persistent... He turned around and was about to open his mouth to make up an excuse when he noticed that it was a Ravenclaw girl. He recognized her instantly: Vivian Cohen, the pretty bookworm that most boys in his year could only look at from far but can never try to ask her out.
He wasn't particularly interested in girls - he had enough headaches with some crazy ones who were constantly chasing after him because of his cute appearance - and he didn't know much about Vivian other than from the scattered gossips among his guy schoolmates.
"Hey, what brings you here?" he called out to her, his usual grin plastered on his face.
Last edited by DestinyKakeru; 07-08-2013 at 07:44 PM.
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0: 2ND PLAYTHROUGH
MC: EIGHT - LEVEL 65
The complete and utter silence was so very comforting that at one point, Vivian even stopped walking, closing her eyes and appreciating the still atmosphere. It certainly beat the endless chatter of her roommates - she seriously needed to learn charm that would shut people up or something; the closest thing she'd come across was the Silencing Charm which, unfortunately, wasn't taught until Fifth Year and besides, it could be considered mildly offensive. But it wasn't like Vivian really cared for their feelings. As she passed by an open window, the sound of chirping crickets filled her ears - yes, even that was comforting. This truly was an amazing night, the best she'd had in months.
Now, if only it lasted for a bit longer... "Hey, what brings you here?" ...or maybe not. Vivian sighed and turned her head forward, leveling her piercing gaze with the intruder of her precious silence. As she scanned his face and Gryffindor robes, his distinct Asian features registered into her brain as those of Miyu... well, she couldn't really remember the syllables to pronounce in his last name. And he was the last person Vivian wanted to see, even though she'd have to deal with his antics in their Charms class. If she even let slip to her housemates that she'd bumped into Miyu she was positive they would crash and fall over each other in an attempt to get the details. And in Vivian's opinion, dealing with them was way too much work. All she wanted to do was go up to her dorm and curl up in bed with the book she'd never managed to finish.
"Believe it or not, I managed to lose my housemates." A tight smile pulled over her lips. Subtly, she looked him over head to toe, wondering what might have brought him to this part of the castle; Gryffindor Tower was all the way on the other side of this part of the castle and Vivian couldn't help but feel suspicious at his relaxed nature. He was a Gryffindor - Vivian wouldn't put anything past them or trust them as far as she could throw them. A sudden burning curiosity overwhelmed her mind, much like when she was purchasing a new book on a fascinating subject and all of a sudden, she was determined to find out what that sneaky Miyu was up to. Managing to pull on a sugar-sweet smile, she swept her fair hair off her face and spoke. "What brings you to this part of the castle?"
Last edited by Oblivion Fangx; 07-08-2013 at 12:37 PM.
He shrugged at her question. "What a coincidence - I manage to lose my roommates too." He was conscious at how Vivian was studying him so intently with those hard, grey eyes - he didn't like to be stared at, as if he was some kind of pretty mannequin on display. If any of his house guys caught him in this situation he would be dead meat...or worse (he was talking to their secret crush, face to face, something that none of those boys even dared to attempt for the past three years). "I think I got lost trying to shake them off." He was lying. Three years of out-of-bed strolling had made him a living map of this fascinating ancient castle. "Guess I better get going then. See you later in Charms class!"
He wasn't fond of Charms, or any of those classes that require wand work much - in his first two years he had a lot of difficulty trying to cast magic with what he thought was a piece of enchanted wooden stick, setting off crazy explosions in class because he was too used to infuse his ki into his magic - Western magic-casting was very different from his Asian ways, and his accidental fusion often went out of control and the shock even flung one of the students out of the classroom once. He was later known to have the highest backfiring rate in Hogwarts history - he wasn't sure if this was true, but it was pretty demoralizing back then. Unfortunately, he wasn't particularly good in onmyoudou either - his strict father was often furious at how he used the techniques for offense when they are supposed to be for defensive uses, and he was unable to utilize the power for divination like his parents.
He turned on his heels and walked away briskly, his fingers closed around the phial. Time to get down to business. He wouldn't be surprised if the Ravenclaw bookworm decided to sneak behind him... He smiled inwardly at that thought. Maybe it wasn't so bad to start off his fourth year at Hogwarts with some drama. He glanced at Vivian out of the corner of his eye, his mind whirring...
Last edited by DestinyKakeru; 07-08-2013 at 07:45 PM.
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0: 2ND PLAYTHROUGH
MC: EIGHT - LEVEL 65
See her in Charms class, right. Vivian had to suppress a smirk - the guy was a downright disaster in class which gave her yet another reason for happily avoiding him, unless she wanted her hair on fire again. She remembered one particular Charms class in their First Year with crystal-clear clarity for he'd managed to singe the ends of her hair. The outburst that followed was a pretty memorable one, too - it still made Vivian laugh three years later.
However, right now, she wasn't the least pleased with Miyu. He gave off a sort of vibe that was a bit hard to ignore - she found herself hard-pressed to ignore his possible schemes. She did not respond, instead training her eyes on him as he whirled and walked away at an alarmingly fast pace. What on earth was he up to? Vivian found herself torn between following him to his mystery destination and simply ignoring the burning curiosity and walking away. Now, Vivian wasn't normally a nosy person but she had to make a decision, and fast, for he was quickly receding from her line of sight. Go back to those noisy girls who would most probably quite literally run her over or quietly follow the subject of her curiosity?
For once, this was a no brainer as, after she made sure her wand was properly strapped to her holster and easy to access, she set off on tiptoe after him, wishing that she at least had the mindset to properly learn the Disillusionment Charm that summer for she herself knew she wasn't that good at sneaking. Miyu was already nearly out of sight and she hurried after him, her footsteps making no sound in the still night as she passed several empty classroom and a couple of broom closets. In the event that he turned around (which Vivian doubted but hey, you never know) and spotted her, she could easily skitter off to the side, up a staircase and back to the Tower, pretending nothing ever happened. 'Where the hell is he going...?' She thought as she silently dogged him, her gaze traveling to where his hand presumably was and a glint of silver peaked her curiosity even further. That brief moment of distracted made her trip slightly, on her overly long robes and she froze, biting her lip at the slight scuffle that was heard. Cursing the intriguing boy in front of her, Vivian had an ominous feeling she was getting herself into something that wasn't entirely good - if she managed to get caught up in his shenanigans and earn a detention, well... things wouldn't end well for the Japanese boy.
Last edited by Oblivion Fangx; 07-08-2013 at 01:51 PM.
Miyu knew that the Ravenclaw girl had made her decision to follow him, but he didn't bother to turn around to confirm that fact with his eyes - she made so much noise along the way down the quiet corridors that he could hear her presence loud and clear. She may be studious and smart, but obviously stealth is not in her area of expertise. He suppressed the urge to chuckle and kept his focus on his task. He sped down the moving staircases quickly, glad that no one was around (other than Vivian who was tailing behind him).
Soon, he arrived at the portrait with a basket of fruits and stopped. He turned around and said to the empty space before him, "There's no need for you to hide anymore. I know you would follow me." He smirked to himself. Given her reputation in school as a silent-lover, it was natural for her to choose to tail him rather than to go back to the noisy Ravenclaw Common Room. Either way, she didn't have much of a choice, but she had taken this gamble, and he would see through this game to the end.
He suddenly felt a strange attachment to this girl he barely knew or spoken to even after three years in Hogwarts - he had this strong feeling of wanting to tease her and let her colorful reactions to amuse him, to entertain him...and maybe eventually to know more about her, about who she truly was beneath her public mask. His parents had taught him that no living beings in this world can truly live alone - in order to survive, one must depend on each other, at least to a certain degree. He was usually too lazy to think too deep about these philosophy stuff, but he wasn't stupid enough not to grasp the basic concepts. No, he wasn't that desperate to find a girlfriend, but maybe he should stop drifting too much from people to people and find something he could commit himself to.
If his mother was here, she would probably said something along the lines of "it's time for you to grow up, little boy" to him. The fear of placing his trust in others began to grow in his mind - he was very cautious about forming a long-term bond with anyone, and he had seen many cases of backstabbing and betrayal in his life, among cliques at Hogwarts and among the customers back in his parent's shop in muggle London.
He stared at the deserted spot waiting for her to show herself. Can I trust her?
Last edited by DestinyKakeru; 07-09-2013 at 07:56 AM.
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0: 2ND PLAYTHROUGH
MC: EIGHT - LEVEL 65
Vivian flinched as her feet made another scuffling noise as she navigated the staircases with more stealth that she was used to as she struggled to keep up with Miyu. Damn, the boy sure was fast and quiet for someone walking at such a quick pace. As a portrait of a basket of fruits loomed at the end of the hallway, one which Vivian had made her way down many times before, Miyu stopped and Vivian quickly scampered away sideways behind a section of the wall that jutted out. She thanked whatever deity was up there for her tiny frame - any bigger and the edge of her body would be sticking out. However, just as she thought she was out of the weeds, Miyu's voice rang out loud and clear in the hallway, obviously addressing her. Vivian bit her lip in worry and exasperation.
'That idiot! Why did he let me follow him if he knew I was there?' She felt her irritation with the boy surge - she could've simply walked away earlier and made the situation way easier to explain. However, now that she was floors below and far away from Ravenclaw Tower, she had no alibi. With a small sigh, she gritted her teeth and stepped out cautiously. "If you knew, why did you let me follow you, huh?" Vivian kept her eyes Miyu, giving him a piercing look and silently daring him to lie. He was a natural liar, Vivian could tell, simply because she observed people (and occassionally him, but she would never admit that).
But right now, her biggest fear would be patrolling prefects. She wasn't sure whether they started duty on the first day itself but she had no intention of serving detention, just when school started and least of all with Miyu. Especially if wand work was concerned, she added with an inward cringe. That thought did nothing to appease her irritation and she stepped closer, intent on not letting him escape. "It's just the first day and you're already causing trouble, mmh?" A small smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she anticipated his next response. He definitely wasn't getting out of this one, if Vivian had anything to say about it.