Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP]

[McHaggis]

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[Shadowcatcher]

Yussss! I can't wait! @McHaggis hurry up hurry up hurry up! XD

[Little Bird]

Bloody Hell! This looks like a good twist on things; what's more is I've already got some characters I can fit to it.

[McHaggis]

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[Lord Wyron]

Well I already PM'd McHaggis on this bur I best announce in the OOC that I have a character in the works, should be up by tonight :)

[Lord Wyron]

Viktor von Gesner

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Basic Information

Name:
Viktor von Gesner

Age:
33

Gender:
Male

Marked?
Viktor is Unmarked

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Appearance

A tall, broad shouldered man with piercing silvery-blue eyes and a thick head of chestnut brown hair, Viktor gives off an air of dark elegance and cool formality at almost all times. Standing at 5'11" his physique, though not overtly muscular, is well-toned and defined, giving him a trim yet athletic build. His skin is light, almost overly so, clear of blemish aside from a long scar that runs across his neck.

Perhaps considered 'vintage' for this day in age, Viktor ensures his choice of clothing remains austere and formal. Favoring dark, caliginous colors, Viktor's typical attire consists of either a black overcoat or sports coat over a dark dress shirt & waistcoat combo with matching suit pants, slightly dusted black leather shoes, and a black leather silver-buckled belt. In any outfit he's seen wearing, he keeps a dark-colored scarf neatly tucked into his collar and usually dons a pair of black leather gloves, more for appearance's sake than actual utility. As an added accessory, he keeps a silver fob watch and chain engraved with the Slytherin symbol tucked into his waistcoat pocket.

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Example Outfits

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Skills and Talents

Overall Role:
Historian & Librarian - Far more than just a simple desk job, Viktor's role within the Ashes is to track down and recover magical artifacts, tomes, scrolls, and even charmed objects that could potentially be used for evil before returning them to Rosaline Hall, where he subsequently studies and archives the object as a safeguard from Death Eaters.

Talents:

• Magic & Dueling - A highly skilled and capable warlock, Viktor shows expertise in Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Defensive/Offensive magic, most of which he is capable of casting nonverbally. Unafraid to utilize Hexes, Jinxes or even Curses, Viktor is both very precise and efficient when it comes to combative magic, utilizing an Elm-wood want to its fullest potential. As a duelist, Viktor is incredibly fast, graceful and elegant, able to cast a volley of spells quickly and effortlessly, with enough skill to take on small groups of enemies with little difficulty. He uses his cunning to his advantage during combat, frequently Apparating across the battlefield to discombobulate and confuse his foes before typically appearing behind them to deliver a finishing blow. He prefers to study his opponents at first, countering or dodging their attacks to analyze their strategy before developing a proper counterattack.
• Legilimency - An essential branch of magic due to his position within the Ashes, Viktor was taught the obscure art of Legilimency by his uncle, Vincent during his adolescence as a "family tradition" of sorts, branching back to the Von Gesner's early history of talented Occlumens and Legilimens. Viktor frequently uses Legilimency when on missions to probe the minds of others so as to gain information regarding various artifacts he may be searching for. It also serves as a helpful boon in battle, though he may have a hard time against a practiced Occlumens.
• Animagus - An unregistered Animagi, Viktor can transform himself into a large raven at will, using this ability for both concealment and potential observation under disguise.
• Cunning & Manipulation - True to being a Slytherin, Viktor is a very cunning and shrewd individual, supplemented by his silver tongue and cleverness. He frequently will adopt a somewhat suave and elegant persona when on missions, studying individuals and manipulating them subtly for the Ashes benefit, oftentimes using Legilimency to get a base concept of their thoughts and emotions before developing a suitable plan. When outside missions, Viktor retains his elegance and charisma, but also shows himself to be very organized, pensive and calculating, a method behind his debonaire. Viktor is also incredibly goal-oriented, using whatever means necessary in order to accomplish them - even if it's through controversial or contentious means.
• Scholarly Pursuits - Being the resident Librarian and scholar of the Ashes, as well as a man of many travels, Viktor displays a vast amount of knowledge in various fields of study, ranging from basic alchemy and first aid to advanced knowledge of the Dark Arts. Viktor is constantly searching for new knowledge, and thus can often be found reading in his spare times. Viktor is not opposed towards sharing knowledge with others should they ask, though his enigmatic personality and tendency towards solitude make such opportunities few and far between.

Weaknesses:

• Dark Arts - Though Unmarked and holding no allegiance whatsoever to Lord Voldemort, Viktor is not opposed to the use of the Dark Arts, employing a number of Curses, Hexes and Jinxs to his repertoire of spells, including the infamous Killing Curse. This use of Dark Magic has affected Viktor slightly, giving him a pallid, somewhat sickly complexion and causing his hair to lose some of its lustrous color. On a psychological factor, Viktor will suffer from chronic nightmares and bouts of insomnia, which can have an adverse affect on him if not checked.
• Pragmatism - Perhaps Viktor's worst trait is his tendency to see the "big-picture", looking at long-term goals and effects as opposed to seeing things in the more short term. As a result, he has no problem sacrificing a dozen Wizards or Muggles if it means saving a hundred. This can make him indifferent or seemingly uncaring towards the feelings of others as he'll risk the anger or hatred of others if it means producing long-term beneficial results.
• Secrecy - Viktor is a highly secretive individual, never seeming to fully give away his plans or tactics to anyone. Though his loyalty is without question, one can rather easily tell that there's more to him than he gives off. He never discusses his past, always keeps others at arm's length and retains an air of mystery, seeming to prefer things that way. Because of this, Viktor has a hard time trusting other people, wary of their true intentions. As such, it can be difficult to call him dependable or truthful unless one fully comprehends his loyalty to the Ashes.

Favourite Spells:

• Apparition - Effectively teleports the caster to almost any location or distance, though the farther the distance, the more difficult it is to Apparate.
• Sectumsempra - A rather dangerous curse, when the incantation is uttered its effect is the equivalent of an invisible sword; it is used to slash the victim from a distance, causing rather deep wounds. The slash follows the user's wand movements. Due to the depths of the cut, the victims run the risk of dying from blood loss if treatment is not applied in time, if the wounds are not instantly fatal.
• Killing Curse (Avada Kedavra) - Considered the worst of the Three Unforgivable Curses, the Killing Curse causes those who are hit by it to die instantaneously, with no way to block the spell, even with a Shield Charm.
• Disarming Charm (Expelliarmus) - A charm that, when cast, will disarm the victim of whatever they were holding.
• Wand-Lighting Charm (Lumos) - A charm that causes the tip of the user's wand to glow brightly, much like a torch.
• Shield Charm (Protego) - A charm that creates a magical barrier to deflect physical entities and spells.
• Summoning Charm (Accio) - A charm that caused an object at a distance from the caster to fly into their arms.
• Stunning Spell (Stupefy) - A charm that can launch victims back,rendering them unconscious when struck and can halt moving objects.
• Revealing Charm (Aparecium) - A charm that, when cast, forces invisible ink or other hidden messages to appear. It is also possible this spell can be used to make other invisible things reveal themselves.
• Patronus Charm (Expecto Patronum) - An incredibly powerful defensive charm that, when used at the advanced level, can summon a corporeal 'spirit guardian' animal that is unique depending on the user. In Viktor's case, his Patronus is that of a raven.

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Biography

Views
Viktor's personal views, while definitely deviating from the norm, do not necessarily conform to typical Slytherin ideals. Though being a Pure-Blood, Viktor holds no ideal of Pure-Blood supremacy and doesn't discriminate against Half-Bloods in the slightest, though he is prone to the belief that being a Pure-Blood does garner more natural magical talent.

He treats creatures such as House Elves, Centuars, and Werewolves with general indifference, showing no exceptional favor or prejudice towards them, though he has an ample amount of knowledge in regards to magical creatures, giving him a much more educated outlook on such creatures.

Viktor finds Gryffindors or those who display similar traits to Gryffindors as exasperating. Their tendency towards reckless abandon, random acts of bravery, and impulsiveness manage to frustrate him more than he'd like to admit. Nevertheless, Viktor does not allow such frustrations to cloud his judgement and he will work together with such "brave folk" without complaint.

Viktor views both good and dark magic as being one and the same, with what is considered 'evil' dependent on the caster. He views Curses, Hexes, Jinxes and even the Unforgivables as simply facets of magic as a whole, as it all comes from the same source. Despite this view, he holds Lord Voldemort and the Death Dealers with the utmost disgust.

History
Viktor von Gesner remembers very little, if anything about his early life except for the fact his father left before he was born, that he was raised by his grandfather for some amount of time before landing in the care of his uncle, Vincent Gessneri, living in a secluded two-story house in Scotland.

A naturally curious and imaginative boy, Viktor would oftentimes ask his uncle questions about his heritage, only to receive cryptic or dodgy answers, finding out only that his family was very wealthy and very broken. As a result, Viktor would often spend much of his spare time spinning fantastic tales about where he came from and who his family was, occupying his mind just enough to keep him from asking incessant questions.

Upon reaching the age of eleven in the year 1977, Viktor was sent to his first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft & Wizardry, where the Sorting Hat seemed to recognize the boy by his family name almost immediately, spending a good thirty seconds before finally sorting him into Slytherin, where he was welcomed with rather open arms.

Viktor excelled in his studies, showing himself to be both ambitious and achievement-oriented, with subjects like Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts quickly proving to be his favorite and most skilled subjects. During the summer, Vincent could see how much the boy resembled his family in demeanor and mind, a twinge of dread in his heart as he feared Viktor may follow the same dark path as his household had before his birth.

By the time Viktor had entered his fifth year of school, news had been spread that Lily Potter, James Potter and their infant son Harry were murdered in their own house by Lord Voldemort before gifted Aurors, Frank and Alice Longbottom met the same fate with their son, Neville. Shortly after this, Lord Voldemort unveiled a Prophecy, a Prophecy that seemingly defeated all chances of defeating the Dark Lord.

When Viktor had finished his Seventh Year at Hogwarts and graduated as a fully-fledged (and rather talented Wizard), things went from bad to worse as the Death Eaters raided Diagon Alley, killing many, with the Wizarding World suffering a more critical hit when the Book of Names was stolen, resulting in the death of many Muggle-Born Wizards -- including Viktor's uncle.

By the time 1989 rolled around, Viktor did his best to stay inconspicuous, working a desk job at Gringott's Wizarding Bank while keeping an ear out for more information as time passed on. However, when the Ministry came out in full support of the Dark Lord by the year 1991, Viktor became something of a wanderer, a silent rebel against the Ministry and the Dark Lord, frequently assisting the fledgling Ashes as a courier and informant, using his skills in magic and Anigamus status to remain obscure.

However, recent events of which he will not speak of caused Viktor to join on full time as the Ashes' official Historian and Librarian, a job that meant far more than simply shelving books... Viktor von Gesner speaks nothing of his past or his history, be it out of shame, fear, or mistrust. Yet one can quite easily spot the ring that stays permanently wrapped around his index finger.

Wand:
Dragon Heartstring, Stiff, Elm, 13"

The unfounded belief that only pure-bloods can produce magic from elm wands was undoubtedly started by some elm wand owner seeking to prove his own blood credentials, for perfect matches between elm wands and Muggle-borns are known to exist. The truth is that elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity.

Of all wand woods, elm - in the experience of Garrick Ollivander - produces the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands (which, again, makes it highly desirable to those who espouse the pure-blood philosophy).

[McHaggis]

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[McHaggis]

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[Jig]

Also this may or may not be a sneaky bump

@McHaggis

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[Shadowcatcher]

Well had my history done but unfortunately clicked away before I saved it. I'm writing it up again now so, she'll be done in a bit :)

[xCRAZYxFACEx]

definitely interested, I'll look for the ooc

[Shadowcatcher]

Finally finished with my CS. I made a few small changes and added the history as well. ^^

Blake Maeveen

Character Template

Basic Information

Name: Blake Maeveen

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Marked?: Blake was marked against her will a few years after graduating from Hogwarts

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Appearance

Blake is a tall and thin, model-like woman. She stands at a height of 5'10 without her small one inch heels she normally wears. Her hair is a natural looking platinum blonde that often falls down her back, nestled between her shoulder blades. Her eyes round, sporting the brightet sky blue you've ever seen. She often dresses in formal wear, wearing all black and expensive looking dresses that typically would be worn during a funeral or something.

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Skills and Talents

Overall Role:

• Spy - Her casual and carefree demeanor along with her ability to blend in among wizards and muggles alike, make her one of the best spies. She knows various spells and potions that enhance her sensory perception skills, and is quite witty. She is able to talk herself out of many bad situations, but is well equipped to defend herself and others if need be.

Talents:

• Spying/Information Collecting - She boasts that she can find information about even the most enigmatic people, place, or objects.
• Animagus - She can transform herself into a cat at will. Appears small, black with blue eyes.
• Manipulative - Blake has a way about her... she always gets what she wants. At times she can be quite scary when something she wants, or information, is witheld from her.
• Artistic - Blake has a deep appreciation for beauty and art. She is an amazing painter and sketcher. She can also play the piano.

Weaknesses:

• Easily Distracted - She has an attention span that rivals one of a rabid squirrel. If she is not interested in a topic, she wont stick around to hear about it.
• Annoyingly Blunt - Blake has no barrier between her brain and her mouth. What she is thinking usually rolls off her tongue before she realizes it.
• Childish - Though she is an adult and is capable of behaving as such, whenever she gets the chance to goof off or do something silly, she'll take advantage of it. Often times it takes a while for her to grasp the seriousness of the situation.
• Lazy - It takes a bit of bribing for her to peel herself off a comfy chair and do something usefull.
• Pyromaniac - She likes to see things set on fire.

Favourite Spells:

• Accio - Summons an object to the caster
• Alohomora - Unlocks doors
• Colloportus - Locks doors
• Confringo - Causes anything that the spell meets to burst into flames
• Crucio - Causes intense pain to the one it is cast on
• Disillusionment Charm - Causes the target to blend in with his/her surroundings like a chameleon
• Fumos - A defensive spell that creates a dark cloud of smoke
• Homenum Revelio - Reveals any human presence that may be hidden in the area
• Immobulus - Renders a living target immobile
• Supersensory - Allows the caster to have enhanced senses

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Biography

Views
Blake is an extremely quirky woman with a serene disposition and many eccentric beliefs and qualities. Often described as a 'child at heart', she is a complete nonconformist; she lacks a barrier between her brain and mouth, as a result, is not afraid to speak her mind and show who she truly is. Often times she will do random odd things such as talk to herself or turn away during the middle of a conversation. Despite having the attention span of a rabid squirrel, Blake is also highly intelligent and unusually perceptive of others feelings and thoughts. Her demeanor and voice are often distant and dreamy, and she will drift away from a conversation she does not find interesting. She has an uncanny way of making others uncomfortable by being bluntly honest, or rather embarrassingly honest. She is completely unflappable and rarely seems anxious or under stress, even under difficult circumstances. Blake is very good at comforting others when she wants to and is usually quite a joy to be around due to her humorous nature. She has extremely well-developed senses, and an aesthetic appreciation for beauty. She's not interested in leading or controlling others. She is flexible and open-minded about other people lives, traditions, stories, etc.. She is also original and very creative and enjoys living in the present moment.

Blake is the type of woman who appears to have a naive look on life and the world around her. She has a deep respect for all living creatures and accepts those who are good and evil, often speaking about balance in all things. Though she enjoys being around people from all walks of life, she would rather spend time alone with only her thoughts. The darkness that has descended upon the wizarding world makes her uneasy, as she feels the forces of good and evil are out of balance.

History

"When I speak about my past, it saddens me. Though, when I think of the worlds smallest violin playing in the background, I smile and the pain is not so bad."

Maeveen Manor - The Gardens - March 14th, 1981

Blake's life truly began on the night of her twelfth birthday.

The warm spring air drifted over to her as she stood in the center of her family's garden. The breeze was a welcome comfort, strong enough to bend the rows of flowers that littered the ground, made the leaves of the trees above her sway, and the fireflies that danced along the pond had to flutter their little wings harder to keep from being swept away. The red dress she wore and her long blonde hair was no match against the unforgiving wind as it blasted her, she became encased in a flurry of red and gold all at once, but her sky blue eyes stayed fixed on the cake that sat upon the single lone table in the garden. Looking at it drew a sigh from her lips. How boring and uneventful the day had been so far.

I started off just like any other day.

She woke up, brushed her hair, got dressed and went downstairs to greet her parents. They gretted her halfheartedly, not mentioning anything about her birthday or hinting that they even remembered. She didn't press, just accepted her usual breakfast of toast with marmalade and tea. It wasn't long before she was alone, the threesome going their seperate ways. Today was no school for her as it was the weekend, her mother had work early, and her father would be taking some business calls in his office down the hall. Knowing already what she was going to do, a small smile formed on the lips of the girl as she pushed up the sleeves of her sweater. She was going to make her own birthday cake today, and it would be perfect this time around. She knew it.

But first came her chores.

Sweeping, wiping down all the tables in the house, dusting, sweeping up the dust because the duster was defective, feed the cat, take lunch to her father, skip lunch, let out the cat, hide the flowers her cat half ate, put the cat back inside, tend to the garden, clean the floors where she tracked in mud, search the house for muddy paw prints and clean those too. When she was done she would bake her cake in the hopes her parents would finally realize it was her special day. Then maybe she would get that red dress she had been asking for for the longest time.

Later that day, she stood in the gardens of her home, wearing the red dress she wanted and staring at the cake she had made earlier. Somehow, she knew the dress wasn't what would make her happy today... what would have really made her happy was her parents at least pretending to want to spend five minutes with her and eat the cake she worked so hard to make. A sudden feeling of dread began to creep up on her as the wind suddenly stopped blowing and the dress along with her hair began to settle. Sky blue eyes flicked around as her head turned and she studied the difference in the space all of a sudden. There was not a single living thing moving, save for her, and the garden had fallen completely silent.

Head snapping upwards towards the sky, her eyes would spot a dark cloud drifting over her head, throwing shadows over the garden. A bit of panic started to mix in her head with her confusion as she thought a storm was about to start. She sure as hell didn't want to be outside when it happened. Reaching to her thighs and gathering up enough of the dress to free her feet, she would dash inside the house, leaving the cake there to brave the night on its own. Her golden mane flew out behind her as she dashed as fast as she could to her house. She ran like the devil himself was chasing her. There was something buried deep in her head that told her to hide every time a storm came, and for as long as she could remember, that's exactly what she had done.

Not making it even two steps into the house, she heard her father shout, toss out a few heavy curses, then scream her name in a way that made her question whether to go to him or not. She heard her mother scold him for yelling a moment later.

"BREENAAAAA!!!"

"Quiet down you, I'm trying to read."

Opening the large double doors that led to the parlor, she peeked her head in before entering and silently closing the doors behind her. "Yes father?" she answered as she stepped over to him, her feet brushing the rough carpet under the long fabric of her dress. He was standing next to the fireplace, one foot hidden in a slipper, the other bare and the slipper that belonged to that foot was in his hand. Her mother sat reclined in the love seat, her legs stretched out as she lounged and read the small book in her hand. The rims of her glasses were perched on the very tip of her nose and she balanced them there perfectly, even as she reached up and rubbed her tired eyes.

When she spoke, answering her father, his head turned and his eyes held so much anger in them that she actually took a step back.

"What the fuck is this?" he said, extending the slipper towards her. Her big blue eyes moved from his face to the shoe in his hand. She hesitated, wondering if that was a trick question. "Uh... I believe that's your slipper father. Is something wrong with it?"

"Is something wr-- I MEAN WHATS INSIDE IT!" he said, whipping the shoe at her head. She flinched and stumbled back when the shoe connected painfully to the side of her face. The ends of her dress tangled in her feet and she tripped backwards, landing on her bottom. Sighing and closing her eyes for a moment, she bit back her tears and reached out for the shoe, looking at it more closely.

"Please keep it down, honey." her mother said in a bored tone, eyes not looking up from her book for even a moment.

"She put that damn flower in my slipper on purpose! Who the hell is going to get the blood out of this carpet now huh? You?" he said, turning on her mom and crossing his arms angrily.

Looking into the slipper, she saw there was indeed a brown stem of a rose nestled inside. The rose petals crinkled and fell off as she removed the dead plant from her fathers shoe. Eyes looked up at him angrily and she spoke out before her mind caught her tongue. "I didn't put this in here you idiot!" she said, half shouting to defend herself. Before she could blink, he had stepped over to her, reached down and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her up so hard her neck cracked. She whimpered as she was lifted so high only her big toes brushed against the rough carpet beneath their feet.

Suddenly a force, much like a large gust of wind, blasted into the room, the large double doors flying open and crashing against the wall with a loud bang. The sound drew all three pairs of eyes towards the doors where a woman dressed in all black was standing, looking positively pissed and amused all at once.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, you worthless muggle." she said, stepping into the room as though she owned the place. Her dark eyes traveled around the room, her features turning into one that showed obvious disgust. "I see why it was so hard to find you dearest cousin. Sirius had you housed with muggles. He thought I would never find you, did he? The fool..." She paused in her walking and looked back at the three who stared at her with wide eyes, keeping her distance as if they held some disease. "Well? Let her go worthless filth!" she suddenly shouted, her voice becoming high pitched and hysterical.

The hand on her hair suddenly was released and she fell back down on her bottom, staring up at her father as he turned on the strange woman. "Who the hell are you!? Get the hell out of my house or I'll phone the-"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the woman shouted, hand whipping out and a seeming to shoot a green light out at her father. He flew back and hit the wall, falling into a heap. Her eyes widened as fear gripped the little girls throat, keeping her from screaming. Her mother, however, screamed so loud, the girl covered her ears in fright and squeezed her eyes shut. Only moments later, she was grabbed by the arm and yanked to her feet. Opening her eyes she would see her mother on the ground unmoving, and the strange woman was dragging her out the door, mumbling to herself. On instinct, she ripped her arm free and ran away from her, dashing as fast as her small feet could carry her. She made it to the garden before the woman suddenly appeared in front of her. Running into her stopped her in her tracks and she stepped away from her.

"Twelve years I searched for you. Don't think i'm letting you out of my sight now." the woman said with a shrill laugh.

"Wha-- what did you do to my parents?" she asked, tears stinging in her eyes.

"Parents? Ha! More like the scum between my toes. It almost saddens me that you've had to live with those disgusting muggles all your life."

"What-"

"Shut up!" she screeched, stepping over to her and gripping the girls chin in fingers that sported long brown nails. "Let me tell you something dear cousin. Everything you know about yourself is a lie. Those filth i disposed of in there were not your parents... nothing but a nuisance." she paused. "Tell me, what is your full name?"

Shivering in fear from head to toe, she had a hard time thinking let alone speaking. Her little lips trembled just as much as her knees did, hidden by the fabric of her dress, but she said nothing.

"ANSWER MEEE!!" the woman screamed in her face.

"B-B-Breena M-M-Maeveen"

The woman's eyes narrowed and the grip on the girls chin tightened, nails dug into her pale skin.

"Wrong. Your name is Bedegraine Black. Daughter of the late Orion Black... and my dearest little cousin. Your big brother Sirius took you away from home when you were just a newborn, hiding you here with these muggles-- disgusting!" Her hand recoiled from the girls chin and she reached into a hidden pocket of her black dress, revealing a small vial of purple liquid. "Drink this now." she said, holding the vial out to her. Taking it in shaking hands, she looked uncertain. "Need some motivation? Drink it now or I will kill you!" the woman said impatiently.

Scared out of her mind, she pulled the top of the vial off and brought it to her lips before pouring the liquid into her mouth. The drink actually tasted sweet, like honey, but with a nasty aftertaste. A moment later, she felt dizzy and the weight of her hair suddenly seemed to be too much. Touching her head and bring her hair closer to her, she could tell in the dim moonlight that the long strands were even longer, falling to her hips in dark black waves. "What have you done to me?" she asked, her knees feeling they were no longer going to support her.

"I simply-- uh oh. Did you drink the whole thing?" the woman asked, clearly amused as she watched the girl fall down. She stared up at the sky, her eyes going in and out of focus. "Bedegraine?" the woman called to her, looking down at her with a scowl.

"Dont call me that..." she said weakly.

"Hn. It is the name you were born with stupid girl." the woman said. It was then that she felt as though her body was lifted like she was floating. "Oh how much praise I'll get for finding you!" she cackled.

"Who are you...?" was her tired response

"I am Bellatrix Lestrange. The most powerful and devoted of all the Dark Lord's followers if I say so myself. Do well to remember that dearest cousin. I imagine we will be seeing a lot of each other for quite some time."

That was the last thing she heard before consciousness slipped away from her, and her life began anew.

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In the coming months, she had learned about her true lineage and was placed under the supervision of Bellatrix. When she was enrolled into Hogwarts in September, she ditched her "muggle name" Breena, but also rejected to be called Bedegraine by her new family, so adopted the name Blake Maeveen and it stuck. When she got to the school, she was sorted into Ravenclaw, despite having a few characteristics of someone housed in Slytherin. This caused her to be shunned by Bellatrix and many others in her family as she didn't fit into the pattern of Slytherins. To combat this, she began to act out of character, adopting a more Slytherin like attitude and lessening the disdain she got earlier.

(Blake during her time at Hogwarts: Teenage Blake)

After graduating sucessfully, Blake was assigned to shadow Bellatrix for a number of years. Picking up quite a few of the woman's quirks such as yelling suddenly, dress style, and a fascination with watching things burn to ashes. Despite being raised by the woman ever since she was taken in, Blake had maintained the idea that all life was important. All people were equal no matter if they were pureblood or muggle born. After being marked against her will, Blake set out to break free from this family that had stolen her away and robbed her of the life she had really wanted. It took her years before she could completely separate herself from the Death Eaters, and when she did, she drank a potion that would change her dark black hair to a platinum blonde, and she ran, removing herself from them as best she could and staying under the radar.

Recently, it seemed the entire wizarding world was going to shit, and Blake, knowing firsthand the people who were bringing chaos to the world, set a new goal to personally get back at those who she was damned to call family. Mostly joining the Ashes out of personal reasons, she eventually wanted to help change the world. Though, it is sometimes unclear which side she is really on.

In 1998 Bellatrix died and when news hit her ears many months later, she had actually wept for the first time in over a decade. The only clue to the woman's death was when she recieved an anonamous package that had contained the woman's necklace and ring inside of it. She still wears both of them today and sports a small tatto of the letter B on her left collarbone. She hadn't even wept in 1996 when her brother Sirius died, this being a testament on how much the crazy woman had affected her life.

Though Blake will never admit it to anyone, she was like Bellatrix in more ways than one.

Wand
Wand: 12 inch Cedar Wood Wand with a Pheonix Feather core. Does not bend in the slightest.

Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them. ~Unknown

Patronus:
DOVE - Those with this patronus are good-hearted, and expressors. They are great at expression, and what they feel and the aura they give off can be pushed onto others, causing those around the dove to feel more calm merely from their presence. They are optimistic people with a strong ambition in life, fluttering from place to place trying to give off energy to others and help out in anyway they can. Their life is their mission, and they have two many goals, to make a difference, and to be loved.

[Weird Tales]

This looks cool, count me in.

[McHaggis]

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[McHaggis]

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[rawkhawk64]

This seems veeery interesting to me. Might have to give the OoC a look-over to see if I can contribute in any helpful way.