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the second wizarding war: character sheets

the sheet.

Full Name.
Alias. If applicable
Nicknames.
Age. 20+
Birthday.
Gender.
Sexuality.
Species. If not human
Occupation.
Role. If using/replacing canon character

Blood Status.
Boggart.
Wand.
Patronus.
Affiliation. Death Eaters or the Order

Appearance Description. Or can do the list option below
Height.
Hair.
Eyes.
Modifications.
Distinguishing Features.
Scars.
Face Claim.

Personality. Can be written in paragraph form OR can be listed out as vices/virtues (4+ each) as long as each one is explained
Hobbies.
Habits.
Likes.
Dislikes.
Fears.

Backstory. Can be written out in paragraph form or relatively detailed bullet points
Miscellaneous.

(Please fill out as if your character is answering the questions!)

What are your thoughts on the war?
What do you think about the Dark Lord?
Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
What side are you on?
Do you believe in blood purity?
How do you think this is going to end?
Do you think you're going to survive?

Welcome to the character applications! I just want to wish everyone luck in applying for a spot in this roleplay and I will be updating the OOC with any deadline changes!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in this thread or via PM!

‣ This roleplay is 18+ meaning I will not be accepting minor users!
‣ This roleplay with NOT be first come first serve, everyone must apply in order to be accepted into the roleplay
‣ Realistic face-claims are required and should look like they are adults
‣ I currently have no limit on characters, HOWEVER, you must make sure to balance them with alliances, magic ability, blood status, etc.
‣ I will allow Professors and other high-ranking characters to be made, but please ask me first before posting them
‣ Canon characters will exist in the universe and you can apply for them if you so choose to, or you can replace them with your own version
‣ The hero already claimed so please do not ask to reserve or claim it!
‣ If your character is accepted you will receive a PM from me which will invite you to the discord server of this roleplay
‣ There needs to be a balance between heroes and villains in this roleplay, but know that every character can switch sides if they so choose to

coded by social (inspo cred to angcolor)

Spoiler: uncoded ver.

Full Name.
Alias. If applicable
Nicknames.
Age. 20+
Birthday.
Gender.
Sexuality.
Species. If not human
Occupation.
Role. If using/replacing canon character

Blood Status.
Boggart.
Wand.
Patronus.
Affiliation. Death Eaters or the Order

Appearance Description. Or can do the list option below
Height.
Hair.
Eyes.
Modifications.
Distinguishing Features.
Scars.
Face Claim.

Personality. Can be written in paragraph form OR can be listed out as vices/virtues (4+ each) as long as each one is explained
Hobbies.
Habits.
Likes.
Dislikes.
Fears.

Backstory. Can be written out in paragraph form or relatively detailed bullet points
Miscellaneous.

(Please fill out as if your character is answering the questions!)

What are your thoughts on the war?
What do you think about the Dark Lord?
Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
What side are you on?
Do you believe in blood purity?
How do you think this is going to end?
Do you think you're going to survive?

Welcome to the character applications! I just want to wish everyone luck in applying for a spot in this roleplay and I will be updating the OOC with any deadline changes!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in this thread or via PM!

‣ This roleplay is 18+ meaning I will not be accepting minor users!
‣ This roleplay with NOT be first come first serve, everyone must apply in order to be accepted into the roleplay
‣ Realistic face-claims are required and should look like they are adults
‣ I currently have no limit on characters, HOWEVER, you must make sure to balance them with alliances, magic ability, blood status, etc.
‣ I will allow Professors and other high-ranking characters to be made, but please ask me first before posting them
‣ Canon characters will exist in the universe and you can apply for them if you so choose to, or you can replace them with your own version
‣ The hero already claimed so please do not ask to reserve or claim it!
‣ If your character is accepted you will receive a PM from me which will invite you to the discord server of this roleplay
‣ There needs to be a balance between heroes and villains in this roleplay, but know that every character can switch sides if they so choose to

 

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GREER RENYE ABBOTT

the order

nicknames // alias : effie
d.o.b // age : 7/28/1980. twenty-one
gender // pronouns : fem. she/her
sexuality : homosexual
occupation : order member
role : the chosen one

blood status : halfblood
boggart : a graveyard
wand : fir wood, phoenix feather, 12.5", surprisingly swishy
patronus : fire-dwelling salamander
amortentia : sea salt, warm brandy, spiced vanilla
affiliation : the order of the phoenix

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

long black hair frames her face, very rarely pulled out of the way unless she's taking an exam or studying. messy and unorganized, it falls in front of her face, in a desperate attempt to shield her from the outside world. dark eyebrows are always furrowed slightly in either a confused or slightly judgemental way. just below them rest siren-like eyes, dark and rich in espresso color, pulling people in as soon as they make eye contact. seductive and powerful, it's easy to get intimidated by her gaze, especially when she has her sights set on a prize. plush pink lips that are often hidden behind a deep shade of red, one can observe her bite and lick them frequently, mostly as her mind begins to wander or she focuses a little too hard on a specific task.

her build is slender, toned from years of early runs and adventures in the forbidden forest. across her skin, a number amount of white and purple scars can be found, interrupting the gentle constellations that her freckles and moles used to form on the unblemished surface. each mark tells a story, one that is never fond to look back on. memories of secret tests are permanently etched into her body, showing only that she is the chosen one. a particular dark red and purple scar runs down the center of her chest, the jagged edges having never truly healed properly. a blade that she will never forget carved its signature into her flesh, branding her as a wanted witch. wanted only to be killed.

height : 170cm (5'7")
hair : black
eyes : dark brown
modifications : tba
distinguishing features : full lips, straight eyebrows, moles, freckles, "siren" like eyes
scars : various scars from fighting, large scar on chest from an altercation with bellatrix
face claim : suanbeiii

PERSONA.

stubborn : from the beginning, it was clear that greer had a mind of her own and it couldn't be changed no matter who tried to do it. as she got older and entered hogwarts, she found that she was often getting into trouble for not following directions or by doing things her way instead of what might've made sense to other people.

perfectionist : upon being sorted into ravenclaw made this vice all the more apparent. after all, being in a house full of people who are as equally intelligent as you can cause some competitive perfectionism to develop. while it was always there as a child within greer, she really began to display the urge to be utterly perfect at all times upon entering the school. she felt pressure like no other and was desperate to soar past expectations. however, it seems that this trait has only grown as she has been named the chosen one and the world's eyes are constantly on her, waiting for her to make the wrong decision.

doubtful : doubting yourself is a poisonous and dangerous game, but if you pair that self-doubt with the pressure to be a savior, it becomes unbearable. various times throughout her last three years in hogwarts she was unable to properly use her magic. it had been blocked due to the amount of mental stress she was putting herself through as she doubted that she would ever be able to do what people needed her to do. what they wanted her to do. while she was able to work through it, the demon still lingers in the back of her mind, whispering things to her, making her hand waver ever so slightly.

spiteful : nobody holds a grudge quite like greer. it twists up deep inside of her, every wrong thing someone has done to her or someone she cares about is permanently stained in her mind. she can't really help it, or at least that's what she tells people. she finds it difficult to always forgive the actions that someone has done to cause harm or pain, as she knows that's not something easily erased. she struggled with this particularly in school when students would bully and abuse those who weren't purebloods, or would flaunt their desire to become a death eater upon graduation.

determined : once her mind is set on something, that's it. she will find a way to reach that goal. her determination was something that was pointed out as a child, from her trying endless times to stand up on her own even though she continued to fall down. it was admirable and something that her parents encouraged, especially as her 11th birthday began to creep closer and closer. they wanted her to fight for what she wanted, and always achieve her goals. so she did. as she aged, so did her drive and will to complete whatever task was set before her.

strategic : as dumbledore's right hand and the "hero" in a war, you're bound to pick up on skills you never knew you had. however, these things only seemed to have enhanced what she already knew. someone like greer was raised to plan ahead, to know every move she would make, long before she had a chance to do it. as a leader in a war, she often found herself in a position where she had to make plans for not only herself but those all around her. she has become used to it and good at it, to the point that it is now something she does in her spare time.

loyal : a trait that you would seem to only find in house of gryffindor, but surprisingly it is also deeply ingrained in this particular raven. not one to ever leave someone behind, she has often gotten into tricky situations. whether it was her saving another student from an ancient snake, helping the other tributes in the tournament, or even risking her life to save someone from death eaters. this can be a dangerous thing as sometimes her life gets prioritized when she would rather focus on saving someone else.

quick-witted : not one to take time dwelling on things, greer has the ability to quickly decide things and execute them the way she wants to. it allows her to get through tricky situations such as dueling, escape routes, or even when she's avoiding getting in trouble. it is something that she prides herself on and has helped her on more than one occasion.

likes : the ocean, knitting, early mornings, rain, storms, the quiet, warm drinks, fall, hogsmeade dates, stargazing, reading, writing, studying languages

dislikes : loud people, being the "chosen one", pressure, losing, not being perfect, sour things, hot days, sweating, arguments, not being able to sleep

hobbies : collecting rocks and shells, painting, collecting old books, knitting, restoring things, learning new languages

habits : runs fingers through her hair when she's stressed or anxious. biting her nails. casting charms on her things. messing with her wand.

fears : a massive graveyard with all the order members, loved ones, and friends that she has ever known. dark water where she cannot see anything at all. being alone.

HISTORY.

backstory : the warm summer sun broke through blue curtains and caressed the soft skin of the newborn child as she cooed gently, small hands outstretched towards the patterns of light that splashed on the ceiling. peace and happiness. those few moments of sheer bliss and innocence were soon to be the last. the clock began to tick, her time slowly running out. it was only a matter of time before they found out she had been born, that she had even been conceived. as she aged and met her milestones, her first word, first time crawling, was another nail in her very small coffin.

the order and dumbledore himself spent endless hours figuring out a way to protect the child and her parents, just as they had done for the potters. but alana and cormac abbott were unsure of the plans. having a secret keeper that knew about their child and where they lived, well, it seemed too risky. so instead they devised a plan that would either be their utter downfall or would save all of their lives.

a single owl was sent out a few months before her first birthday, stating that her parents had been badly injured and were therefore becoming inactive members of the order until further notice. like clockwork, it was intercepted by death eaters and they decided to strike. since it was well-known that the order members that had children around the end of july were often heavily protected to ensure the safety of the child, they had to make the murders as subtle as possible. these death eaters in particular favored fire, therefore it became their weapon of choice when carrying out their missions.

flames lept from their wands and consumed the small cottage. the roof caved in, their precious memories were melted and burned within minutes, and the sounds of crying and screaming were like music to their ears as they watched it all crumble. and due to the lack of knowledge about these particular aurors, the dark wizards disappeared into the night, reporting back to their superiors that they had successfully murdered the abbott family. all that was left was to depose of the potters and the prophecy was completely and utterly avoided.

but, it hadn’t. the abbotts had successfully protected themselves just enough with magic to not die in the fire, but they were injured. within a few short hours, the order helped them ready their escape, playing the grieving role of friends and comrades as the family of three escaped to london’s airport. there they were given new identities as claire wilson, alfred wilson, and effie wilson. off to america, they went, their wands and every magical portion of their lives lost and never to be found again. they never even heard the news of the potters.

the newly named greer had a rather peaceful childhood. she knew about magic, but only wandless magic as her parents were unable to provide any other form. she was exposed to stories of their past, alongside fairy tales that all provided her with good lessons on what the magical world was like. she drew pictures of different creatures they described and all the magical adventures her parents had once gone on. to a small child, such a fantastical world was something precious and she longed to live in it herself, but to others, she simply appeared to have a very colorful imagination. time passed slowly and she enjoyed her life as a muggle, going to elementary school, learning about the world, and seeing the changes within the country that she lived in.

her parents were very kind to her and had good jobs that allowed them to spend a lot of time with her and raise her the way they had always planned on. their house was small and nestled in a large field of pine trees and poppies. the grass would grow past her knees and she would run around with a stick clutched in her small hand, yelling out spells and imagining she was fighting a terrifying dragon or troll. innocent. naive. safe. greer was all of those things and frankly, she enjoyed it. she had a life, one that was oblivious to war and bloodshed. she was happy and her parents were finally at peace. but good things, never truly last.

upon her 11th birthday, she received a rather peculiar parcel delivered by none other than an owl. her name was beautifully written across the front and a red wax seal was on the back of it. excited and scared, the young girl ran into the house, frantically waving the letter at her parents. she gushed about an owl dropping this letter before swooping down and landing next to her, its head cocked in a curious way. she rambled about what it could mean, where it could’ve come from, but the way her parents stiffened, their lips pressed firmly together, eyes unfriendly as they stared at the envelope, she quieted down.

two hands grasped the folded paper and she could tell that it wasn’t something to be happy about. once it was opened, the words that had soaked into the paper were both nostalgic and terrifying for the family. hogwarts wanted her. they needed her. at that moment, her questions were like knives digging into alana and cormac’s hearts, each one digging a bit deeper and causing them to break. she had to go far from home to a place where magic breathed life into the sky and ground. she had to leave her parents and the safety of her life in this muggle world. even though she didn’t know it, she had to go to a world where its fate rested on her petite shoulders.

effie wilson was sorted into the house of ravenclaw. everyone cheered and hollered as the girl made her way over to the table, her robes and hat being slightly too big for her small frame. but she found herself among people she could relate to, people that understood her always curious mind and would feed her need for knowledge of all things. it was simply exciting. magic was new to her, but she picked up on it and enjoyed everything about it. it was lonely without her parents, but she adapted because she understood why they couldn’t be there with her.

only she couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t only homesick. she was different from everyone else. while they all enjoyed time spent in the common rooms or exploring the grounds, she was led down a very particular hallway and brought into the headmaster’s office, the heavy doors closing behind her, separating her from her schoolmates. the magic he would teach her was different from what she learned in class. it was difficult and complicated, and sometimes it hurt. but she had been determined to learn it all, mostly because she assumed that it was what she needed to do in order to catch up to everyone else.

by her second year, she began to realize that it wasn’t the case. with a peculiar black diary being found in her trunk, she began to walk straight into a small alley that was big enough to only fit her inside. the chosen one. she was forced into dangerous situations and environments that tested her ability to adapt, which forced her to find the will to survive. it was draining for her, causing effie to lose time to make friends and create strong bonds with the other students. so she kept her head down and trained until her hands bled and her head was filled with nothing but spells, charms, and curses.

she stayed out of the spotlight and kept to herself, only a few students actually having something to do with her. she was almost always studying in the library or in a hidden room with a professor, learning everything that she needed to in order to fulfill some shoes that had yet to be placed at her feet. so it’s only natural that when she was a fourth year and her name was pulled from a goblet, everyone was utterly shocked by who they were talking about. well, maybe it’s because it had drawn her true name, a name that had not been heard of for over a decade. greer abbott.

although dumbledore had been just as confused when he stumbled upon this, practically demanding that she admitted to stuffing her name into the cup. but greer continued to deny it, confused as to why she was even considered a contender when it wasn’t her name that was called. so the truth came out. or at least parts of it did. she was told that she had escaped scotland because she was born during a time of war and death. while it wasn’t exactly the answer she had expected to hear, it was all she got. so she commenced the tournament and as she progressed, people that never had anything to do with her were suddenly interested in whatever she was doing, desperate to learn about this peculiar student that had been placed in a tournament she had no business being in.

although fellow students weren’t the only ones that thought this. when rumors at a school turned to whispers in the air, it’s no surprise that her name was picked up by death eaters and it slowly began to set off alarms in their heads. a particular student was becoming dumbledore’s right hand and be entered into a tournament that she had no right to be in, well, that wasn’t something they could just sit on. upon hearing her name and connection to such a powerful wizard, well, the dark lord couldn’t just wait around and see what became of it. so he made an appearance. a very memorable one.

within the deep parts of a terrifying maze, greer found herself with the cup in hand, another fellow student beside her. it was confusing, she had no idea where they were. mist filled the air around them and large statues would appear as soon as they walked, making it seem that they were in another maze. it was no maze. they were right where they needed to be. just a couple of mice trapped in a box. her name rolled across the mist and as masked figures began to appear, her heart sank in her chest. she had no idea what to do, but she knew she had to do something.

consider it bravery or pure stupidity, she hit cedric with a spell, propelling him down the hill where the cup had rolled to. after years of being warned about the dangers that lurked within the darkness and dumbledore’s growing anxiety about her fate in the tournament, it was easy for her to decide that this was a place where her classmate could die. one person stepped forward, clapping slightly as they approached her, eager to see with his own eyes who this reckless student was. the dark lord was back. although there was no wand in his hand and his complexion was pale, his face was unmistakable and she knew who he was.

“now you certainly are the most difficult 14-year-old to get an audience with.” the confident nature of the man sent a chill down her spine and distracted her from the sound of the portkey being used. alone with two death eaters and the dark lord, well, that’s not something you assume you can escape from. but surprisingly, not a single drop of blood was spilled. all he did was talk, after all, what was he to be afraid of? so they spoke, and he left her with a warning that seemed to seep deep into her bones.

“if you keep playing pretend, i’m going to kill you myself.”

the conversation ended with the arrival of dumbledore and a few other professors, the death eaters and dark lord disappearing into the darkness behind them, leaving behind only a terrified student who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. with no threats in sight, the professors took her back to hogwarts, but couldn’t dispute the claims of the dark lord being back, as two students swore they had encountered him. the daily prophet ran with the story, plastering greer's name across all the papers. “greer abbott. the tri-wizard champion who met the dark lord and lived? just a student or the chosen one?”. it was a mess.

being labeled as a chosen one before you could even come to grips with your reality was a lot for her to handle. she felt suffocated, constantly watched, unable to escape the pressure and eyes that found their way to her. people approached her to either ridicule her or try to befriend her. after all, there’s nothing more exciting than a student who may fulfill a prophecy. although the dark lord seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye, that did not stop the war from starting. people were disappearing, getting killed, and joining the death eaters. rumors were hushed by politicians and dumbledore was called a fraud, a fake, someone who hid behind his student and forced them to become a celebrity, all in the name of causing panic.

but in the year 1998, there was no denying it. the dark lord had returned. while he had not publicly shown his face, the dark mark filled every sky it could reach, the one above hogwarts forming as soon as dumbledore’s body hit the ground, completely lifeless, a beacon of freedom crushed beneath the weight of evil.

three years have passed since dumbledore’s death and the announcement of a war had spread. the ministry crumbled. the wizarding world was in collapse. outcries for a savior filled every radio and news station. angry rioters became desperate to save themselves and their families, but none of it helped. greer found herself in the middle of it all. she was the holy grail to some and a plague to others. but the war had begun to wear heavily on her. being pushed into a position where she was taking up the role that dumbledore once used to fill, was almost deadly.

INTERVIEW.

what are your thoughts on the war? // a slight twitch could be seen on her face as she shifted in her seat, unsure of how to even answer that. what were anyone's thoughts other than it was a tragedy that should never have happened? "it's tragic, painful, bloody... evil. i know there's a point in fighting for the good things in this world, but you can't help but wonder why on earth it ever even started in the first place.

what do you think about the dark lord? // anger flooded through her veins, warming her body and causing her cheeks to redden slightly in an irritated fashion. furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw followed. "he's a bloody monster that one. i don't care what anyone says about him, he is evil and doesn't deserve redemption. i don't know if this goes against my role as the "chosen one", but he is not someone who should be allowed to be a part of the wizarding or non-magic world." turning away, the woman couldn't help but glare slightly, the echoes of loved ones screaming, the heat from fires, and the crunch of rubble beneath her feet swirled around her in a torturous way. "there is nothing that could change my opinion of him."

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // her throat tightened, fingers curling painfully tight, nails digging into her flesh. that was the question everyone had. could she truly beat him? after all, she was only the "chosen one" because he named her that. he decided when he came back that she was who he had to defeat. her parents were trouble so naturally, she would be too. she took on responsibilities that she didn't know she could decline. she was prepared for slaughter as soon as she turned eleven. dumbledore had known it. voldemort knew it. and most importantly, she knew it. "i don't know... i hope so. or rather, i know i have to."

what side are you on? // "of course i'm on the order's side."

do you believe in blood purity? // "no, of course not. there is nothing backing it, and frankly, it's just a closed-minded way to view the world. only weakness or power? that's a sad way to live."

how do you think this is going to end? // silence developed between the two, her eyes trained on the whites of her knuckles, her mind drifting away, desperate to escape what reality she was about to make come true. "i think it's going to end when one of us dies. if there's anything that i have learned through this war, through working alongside dumbledore, it's that our lives hang in a balance. with the death of either, it will tip the scales."

do you think you're going to survive? // "i would like to think that i will, but nothing is for certain. i would prefer to not die young but if it happens i can't exactly come back from the dead." a nervous laugh escaped her ruby lips for the first time in hours. it was short and soft, disappearing like a ghost in the halls of hogwarts. tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, she let go of a heavy sigh, her body relaxing slightly. maybe admitting that was more comforting than she thought.

coded by social (inspo cred to mortem docs)

Spoiler: uncoded ver.

long black hair frames her face, very rarely pulled out of the way unless she's taking an exam or studying. messy and unorganized, it falls in front of her face, in a desperate attempt to shield her from the outside world. dark eyebrows are always furrowed slightly in either a confused or slightly judgemental way. just below them rest siren-like eyes, dark and rich in espresso color, pulling people in as soon as they make eye contact. seductive and powerful, it's easy to get intimidated by her gaze, especially when she has her sights set on a prize. plush pink lips that are often hidden behind a deep shade of red, one can observe her bite and lick them frequently, mostly as her mind begins to wander or she focuses a little too hard on a specific task.

her build is slender, toned from years of early runs and adventures in the forbidden forest. across her skin, a number amount of white and purple scars can be found, interrupting the gentle constellations that her freckles and moles used to form on the unblemished surface. each mark tells a story, one that is never fond to look back on. memories of secret tests are permanently etched into her body, showing only that she is the chosen one. a particular dark red and purple scar runs down the center of her chest, the jagged edges having never truly healed properly. a blade that she will never forget carved its signature into her flesh, branding her as a wanted witch. wanted only to be killed.

height : 170cm (5'7")
hair : black
eyes : dark brown
modifications : tba
distinguishing features : full lips, straight eyebrows, moles, freckles, "siren" like eyes
scars : various scars from fighting, large scar on chest from an altercation with bellatrix
face claim : suanbeiii

PERSONA.

stubborn : from the beginning, it was clear that greer had a mind of her own and it couldn't be changed no matter who tried to do it. as she got older and entered hogwarts, she found that she was often getting into trouble for not following directions or by doing things her way instead of what might've made sense to other people.

perfectionist : upon being sorted into ravenclaw made this vice all the more apparent. after all, being in a house full of people who are as equally intelligent as you can cause some competitive perfectionism to develop. while it was always there as a child within greer, she really began to display the urge to be utterly perfect at all times upon entering the school. she felt pressure like no other and was desperate to soar past expectations. however, it seems that this trait has only grown as she has been named the chosen one and the world's eyes are constantly on her, waiting for her to make the wrong decision.

doubtful : doubting yourself is a poisonous and dangerous game, but if you pair that self-doubt with the pressure to be a savior, it becomes unbearable. various times throughout her last three years in hogwarts she was unable to properly use her magic. it had been blocked due to the amount of mental stress she was putting herself through as she doubted that she would ever be able to do what people needed her to do. what they wanted her to do. while she was able to work through it, the demon still lingers in the back of her mind, whispering things to her, making her hand waver ever so slightly.

spiteful : nobody holds a grudge quite like greer. it twists up deep inside of her, every wrong thing someone has done to her or someone she cares about is permanently stained in her mind. she can't really help it, or at least that's what she tells people. she finds it difficult to always forgive the actions that someone has done to cause harm or pain, as she knows that's not something easily erased. she struggled with this particularly in school when students would bully and abuse those who weren't purebloods, or would flaunt their desire to become a death eater upon graduation.

determined : once her mind is set on something, that's it. she will find a way to reach that goal. her determination was something that was pointed out as a child, from her trying endless times to stand up on her own even though she continued to fall down. it was admirable and something that her parents encouraged, especially as her 11th birthday began to creep closer and closer. they wanted her to fight for what she wanted, and always achieve her goals. so she did. as she aged, so did her drive and will to complete whatever task was set before her.

strategic : as dumbledore's right hand and the "hero" in a war, you're bound to pick up on skills you never knew you had. however, these things only seemed to have enhanced what she already knew. someone like greer was raised to plan ahead, to know every move she would make, long before she had a chance to do it. as a leader in a war, she often found herself in a position where she had to make plans for not only herself but those all around her. she has become used to it and good at it, to the point that it is now something she does in her spare time.

loyal : a trait that you would seem to only find in house of gryffindor, but surprisingly it is also deeply ingrained in this particular raven. not one to ever leave someone behind, she has often gotten into tricky situations. whether it was her saving another student from an ancient snake, helping the other tributes in the tournament, or even risking her life to save someone from death eaters. this can be a dangerous thing as sometimes her life gets prioritized when she would rather focus on saving someone else.

quick-witted : not one to take time dwelling on things, greer has the ability to quickly decide things and execute them the way she wants to. it allows her to get through tricky situations such as dueling, escape routes, or even when she's avoiding getting in trouble. it is something that she prides herself on and has helped her on more than one occasion.

likes : the ocean, knitting, early mornings, rain, storms, the quiet, warm drinks, fall, hogsmeade dates, stargazing, reading, writing, studying languages

dislikes : loud people, being the "chosen one", pressure, losing, not being perfect, sour things, hot days, sweating, arguments, not being able to sleep

hobbies : collecting rocks and shells, painting, collecting old books, knitting, restoring things, learning new languages

habits : runs fingers through her hair when she's stressed or anxious. biting her nails. casting charms on her things. messing with her wand.

fears : a massive graveyard with all the order members, loved ones, and friends that she has ever known. dark water where she cannot see anything at all. being alone.

HISTORY.

backstory : the warm summer sun broke through blue curtains and caressed the soft skin of the newborn child as she cooed gently, small hands outstretched towards the patterns of light that splashed on the ceiling. peace and happiness. those few moments of sheer bliss and innocence were soon to be the last. the clock began to tick, her time slowly running out. it was only a matter of time before they found out she had been born, that she had even been conceived. as she aged and met her milestones, her first word, first time crawling, was another nail in her very small coffin.

the order and dumbledore himself spent endless hours figuring out a way to protect the child and her parents, just as they had done for the potters. but alana and cormac abbott were unsure of the plans. having a secret keeper that knew about their child and where they lived, well, it seemed too risky. so instead they devised a plan that would either be their utter downfall or would save all of their lives.

a single owl was sent out a few months before her first birthday, stating that her parents had been badly injured and were therefore becoming inactive members of the order until further notice. like clockwork, it was intercepted by death eaters and they decided to strike. since it was well-known that the order members that had children around the end of july were often heavily protected to ensure the safety of the child, they had to make the murders as subtle as possible. these death eaters in particular favored fire, therefore it became their weapon of choice when carrying out their missions.

flames lept from their wands and consumed the small cottage. the roof caved in, their precious memories were melted and burned within minutes, and the sounds of crying and screaming were like music to their ears as they watched it all crumble. and due to the lack of knowledge about these particular aurors, the dark wizards disappeared into the night, reporting back to their superiors that they had successfully murdered the abbott family. all that was left was to depose of the potters and the prophecy was completely and utterly avoided.

but, it hadn’t. the abbotts had successfully protected themselves just enough with magic to not die in the fire, but they were injured. within a few short hours, the order helped them ready their escape, playing the grieving role of friends and comrades as the family of three escaped to london’s airport. there they were given new identities as claire wilson, alfred wilson, and effie wilson. off to america, they went, their wands and every magical portion of their lives lost and never to be found again. they never even heard the news of the potters.

the newly named effie had a rather peaceful childhood. she knew about magic, but only wandless magic as her parents were unable to provide any other form. she was exposed to stories of their past, alongside fairy tales that all provided her with good lessons on what the magical world was like. she drew pictures of different creatures they described and all the magical adventures her parents had once gone on. to a small child, such a fantastical world was something precious and she longed to live in it herself, but to others, she simply appeared to have a very colorful imagination. time passed slowly and she enjoyed her life as a muggle, going to elementary school, learning about the world, and seeing the changes within the country that she lived in.

her parents were very kind to her and had good jobs that allowed them to spend a lot of time with her and raise her the way they had always planned on. their house was small and nestled in a large field of pine trees and poppies. the grass would grow past her knees and she would run around with a stick clutched in her small hand, yelling out spells and imagining she was fighting a terrifying dragon or troll. innocent. naive. safe. effie was all of those things and frankly, she enjoyed it. she had a life, one that was oblivious to war and bloodshed. she was happy and her parents were finally at peace. but good things, never truly last.

upon her 11th birthday, she received a rather peculiar parcel delivered by none other than an owl. her name was beautifully written across the front and a red wax seal was on the back of it. excited and scared, the young girl ran into the house, frantically waving the letter at her parents. she gushed about an owl dropping this letter before swooping down and landing next to her, its head cocked in a curious way. she rambled about what it could mean, where it could’ve come from, but the way her parents stiffened, their lips pressed firmly together, eyes unfriendly as they stared at the envelope, she quieted down.

two hands grasped the folded paper and she could tell that it wasn’t something to be happy about. once it was opened, the words that had soaked into the paper were both nostalgic and terrifying for the family. hogwarts wanted her. they needed her. at that moment, her questions were like knives digging into alana and cormac’s hearts, each one digging a bit deeper and causing them to break. she had to go far from home to a place where magic breathed life into the sky and ground. she had to leave her parents and the safety of her life in this muggle world. even though she didn’t know it, she had to go to a world where its fate rested on her petite shoulders.

effie wilson was sorted into the house of ravenclaw. everyone cheered and hollered as the girl made her way over to the table, her robes and hat being slightly too big for her small frame. but she found herself among people she could relate to, people that understood her always curious mind and would feed her need for knowledge of all things. it was simply exciting. magic was new to her, but she picked up on it and enjoyed everything about it. it was lonely without her parents, but she adapted because she understood why they couldn’t be there with her.

only she couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t only homesick. she was different from everyone else. while they all enjoyed time spent in the common rooms or exploring the grounds, she was led down a very particular hallway and brought into the headmaster’s office, the heavy doors closing behind her, separating her from her schoolmates. the magic he would teach her was different from what she learned in class. it was difficult and complicated, and sometimes it hurt. but she had been determined to learn it all, mostly because she assumed that it was what she needed to do in order to catch up to everyone else.

by her second year, she began to realize that it wasn’t the case. with a peculiar black diary being found in her trunk, she began to walk straight into a small alley that was big enough to only fit her inside. the chosen one. she was forced into dangerous situations and environments that tested her ability to adapt, which forced her to find the will to survive. it was draining for her, causing effie to lose time to make friends and create strong bonds with the other students. so she kept her head down and trained until her hands bled and her head was filled with nothing but spells, charms, and curses.

she stayed out of the spotlight and kept to herself, only a few students actually having something to do with her. she was almost always studying in the library or in a hidden room with a professor, learning everything that she needed to in order to fulfill some shoes that had yet to be placed at her feet. so it’s only natural that when she was a fourth year and her name was pulled from a goblet, everyone was utterly shocked by who they were talking about. well, maybe it’s because it had drawn her true name, a name that had not been heard of for over a decade. greer abbott.

although dumbledore had been just as confused when he stumbled upon this, practically demanding that she admitted to stuffing her name into the cup. but greer continued to deny it, confused as to why she was even considered a contender when it wasn’t her name that was called. so the truth came out. or at least parts of it did. she was told that she had escaped scotland because she was born during a time of war and death. while it wasn’t exactly the answer she had expected to hear, it was all she got. so she commenced the tournament and as she progressed, people that never had anything to do with her were suddenly interested in whatever she was doing, desperate to learn about this peculiar student that had been placed in a tournament she had no business being in.

although fellow students weren’t the only ones that thought this. when rumors at a school turned to whispers in the air, it’s no surprise that her name was picked up by death eaters and it slowly began to set off alarms in their heads. a particular student was becoming dumbledore’s right hand and be entered into a tournament that she had no right to be in, well, that wasn’t something they could just sit on. upon hearing her name and connection to such a powerful wizard, well, the dark lord couldn’t just wait around and see what became of it. so he made an appearance. a very memorable one.

within the deep parts of a terrifying maze, greer found herself with the cup in hand, another fellow student beside her. it was confusing, she had no idea where they were. mist filled the air around them and large statues would appear as soon as they walked, making it seem that they were in another maze. it was no maze. they were right where they needed to be. just a couple of mice trapped in a box. her name rolled across the mist and as masked figures began to appear, her heart sank in her chest. she had no idea what to do, but she knew she had to do something.

consider it bravery or pure stupidity, she hit cedric with a spell, propelling him down the hill where the cup had rolled to. after years of being warned about the dangers that lurked within the darkness and dumbledore’s growing anxiety about her fate in the tournament, it was easy for her to decide that this was a place where her classmate could die. one person stepped forward, clapping slightly as they approached her, eager to see with his own eyes who this reckless student was. the dark lord was back. although there was no wand in his hand and his complexion was pale, his face was unmistakable and she knew who he was.

“now you certainly are the most difficult 14-year-old to get an audience with.” the confident nature of the man sent a chill down her spine and distracted her from the sound of the portkey being used. alone with two death eaters and the dark lord, well, that’s not something you assume you can escape from. but surprisingly, not a single drop of blood was spilled. all he did was talk, after all, what was he to be afraid of? so they spoke, and he left her with a warning that seemed to seep deep into her bones.

“if you keep playing pretend, i’m going to kill you myself.”

the conversation ended with the arrival of dumbledore and a few other professors, the death eaters and dark lord disappearing into the darkness behind them, leaving behind only a terrified student who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. with no threats in sight, the professors took her back to hogwarts, but couldn’t dispute the claims of the dark lord being back, as two students swore they had encountered him. the daily prophet ran with the story, plastering greer's name across all the papers. “greer abbott. the tri-wizard champion who met the dark lord and lived? just a student or the chosen one?”. it was a mess.

being labeled as a chosen one before you could even come to grips with your reality was a lot for her to handle. she felt suffocated, constantly watched, unable to escape the pressure and eyes that found their way to her. people approached her to either ridicule her or try to befriend her. after all, there’s nothing more exciting than a student who may fulfill a prophecy. although the dark lord seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye, that did not stop the war from starting. people were disappearing, getting killed, and joining the death eaters. rumors were hushed by politicians and dumbledore was called a fraud, a fake, someone who hid behind his student and forced them to become a celebrity, all in the name of causing panic.

but in the year 1998, there was no denying it. the dark lord had returned. while he had not publicly shown his face, the dark mark filled every sky it could reach, the one above hogwarts forming as soon as dumbledore’s body hit the ground, completely lifeless, a beacon of freedom crushed beneath the weight of evil.

three years have passed since dumbledore’s death and the announcement of a war had spread. the ministry crumbled. the wizarding world was in collapse. outcries for a savior filled every radio and news station. angry rioters became desperate to save themselves and their families, but none of it helped. greer found herself in the middle of it all. she was the holy grail to some and a plague to others. but the war had begun to wear heavily on her. being pushed into a position where she was taking up the role that dumbledore once used to fill, was almost deadly.

INTERVIEW.

what are your thoughts on the war? // a slight twitch could be seen on her face as she shifted in her seat, unsure of how to even answer that. what were anyone's thoughts other than it was a tragedy that should never have happened? "it's tragic, painful, bloody... evil. i know there's a point in fighting for the good things in this world, but you can't help but wonder why on earth it ever even started in the first place.

what do you think about the dark lord? // anger flooded through her veins, warming her body and causing her cheeks to redden slightly in an irritated fashion. furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw followed. "he's a bloody monster that one. i don't care what anyone says about him, he is evil and doesn't deserve redemption. i don't know if this goes against my role as the "chosen one", but he is not someone who should be allowed to be a part of the wizarding or non-magic world." turning away, the woman couldn't help but glare slightly, the echoes of loved ones screaming, the heat from fires, and the crunch of rubble beneath her feet swirled around her in a torturous way. "there is nothing that could change my opinion of him."

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // her throat tightened, fingers curling painfully tight, nails digging into her flesh. that was the question everyone had. could she truly beat him? after all, she was only the "chosen one" because he named her that. he decided when he came back that she was who he had to defeat. her parents were trouble so naturally, she would be too. she took on responsibilities that she didn't know she could decline. she was prepared for slaughter as soon as she turned eleven. dumbledore had known it. voldemort knew it. and most importantly, she knew it. "i don't know... i hope so. or rather, i know i have to."

what side are you on? // "of course i'm on the order's side."

do you believe in blood purity? // "no, of course not. there is nothing backing it, and frankly, it's just a closed-minded way to view the world. only weakness or power? that's a sad way to live."

how do you think this is going to end? // silence developed between the two, her eyes trained on the whites of her knuckles, her mind drifting away, desperate to escape what reality she was about to make come true. "i think it's going to end when one of us dies. if there's anything that i have learned through this war, through working alongside dumbledore, it's that our lives hang in a balance. with the death of either, it will tip the scales."

do you think you're going to survive? // "i would like to think that i will, but nothing is for certain. i would prefer to not die young but if it happens i can't exactly come back from the dead." a nervous laugh escaped her ruby lips for the first time in hours. it was short and soft, disappearing like a ghost in the halls of hogwarts. tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, she let go of a heavy sigh, her body relaxing slightly. maybe admitting that was more comforting than she thought.

 

[social]

ARCTURUS LUCIUS MALFOY

death eater

nicknames // alias : none
d.o.b // age : 6/05/1976. twenty-five
gender // pronouns : male. he/him
sexuality : bisexual
occupation : legilimen for the ministry
role : draco malfoy replacement

blood status : pureblood
boggart : his mother in a coffin
wand : silver lime wood, dragon heartstring, 14.5", and unbending rigidity
patronus : scops owl
amortentia : black coffee, cinnamon sticks, pine trees
affiliation : the dark lord

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Description here??

height : 187cm (6'1")
hair : blonde
eyes : blue
modifications : the dark mark
distinguishing features : white hair, strong jawline, thick eyebrows, full lips
scars : various from childhood expeditions and dueling in school
face claim : otto seppalainen

PERSONA.

vices : sadistic, possessive, manipulative, closed-off
virtues : loyal, charismatic, creative, honest

likes : black coffee, apples, being alone, physical touch, late nights, baked goods, writing in a journal, astronomy, potions, magical objects

dislikes : dirty people, touching dirty things, clingy people, crying, his father, waking up early, summer, seeing his mother upset, spicy foods, warm alcohol, smoking

hobbies : inventing different magical items, cursing things, reading plays, bookbinding

habits : pulls on his bottom lip or bites it when he is focusing on something. running his fingers back through his hair whenever he is stressed out. cracks his neck and knuckles.

fears : losing his mother in the war. drowning slowly and painfully.

HISTORY.

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INTERVIEW.

what are your thoughts on the war? // a hand smoothed the white strands of hair as the tall male stared at the interviewer, eyebrow raised slightly as if questioning the question. what thoughts were you supposed to have? "rubbish. while i think it's important to you know, weed out the weak and soiled, i also don't agree with the fact we have poured years into this joke and nothing has become of it." dropping his hand from his hair to his face, he briefly traced his fingers across his chin, mulling over his answer a bit. "it puts a lot of strain on my mother and i don't like upsetting her."

what do you think about the dark lord? // "powerful. utterly terrifying. no one in their right mind would cause problems directly with him."

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // a laugh escaped the composed man as he shook his head, his hand briefly covering his face. "of course not! i've seen her and she's nothing more than a bloody fake. turning up out of the blue, declaring that she is this witch that will stop the dark lord. it's ridiculous and i don't think anyone takes her seriously."

what side are you on? // no words passed his lips, he simply rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, displaying the mark that rested on his forearm. no explanation was needed.

do you believe in blood purity? // "don't you? i mean it's what our world was built upon and yet it is still defended."

how do you think this is going to end? // the confident and immediate answers stopped at this question, and instead, the death eater leaned back in his seat, eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought. the room became as silent as death, the atmosphere heavy and uncomfortable. in his head, there truly wasn't an end, it seemed like it would on be a perpetual thing, never truly going away. "i'm not sure."

do you think you're going to survive? // "a malfoy will always survive."

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[social]

CAIO MÌMIR KRINGEN

the order

nicknames // alias : cai
d.o.b // age : 12/16/1976. twenty-five
gender // pronouns : male. he/him
sexuality : unknown
occupation : order member/ex-pro quidditch keeper
species : werewolf

blood status : half-blood
boggart : his father
wand : english oak, unicornhair, 9.5", suple flexibility
patronus : python
amortentia : sweet cream, quidditch gloves, fresh parchment
affiliation : the order

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

towering above those around him, dark curls falling around his face, hiding the scars that creep across his flesh, telling a gruesome tale of betrayal and pain. his body is toned and built from years of rigorous training for quidditch and due to a career in it. often hidden under a uniform or warm clothes, nobody has really seen the scars that pave roads across his figure, telling a story that he wished never had happened. upon his left shoulder, deep uneven scars can be seen, the imprints of teeth that had once sunken into the muscle and sinew, contaminating not only his flesh but blood. claw marks can be found on the right side of his face starting at his temple and extending down to the middle of his cheek. similar marks can be found along his ribcage and back, only interrupted by thinner and straighter scars of raised skin.

pink and still swollen, it's clear that these were made by a crop continuously hitting him, never allowing the skin to properly heal before the next strike hit. despite the pain and trauma that his body endured, his brown eyes have forever remained gentle, kindness shining in them like a star in the dark blanket of night. complimented by thick eyebrows sitting just above them, and high cheekbones below, his face is often one that is considered unique and stands out from the rest. a warm and welcoming smile is often noticed on his lips, shyly breaking through the shadows and giving a glimpse into what he's like as a person. there are few who have been fortunate enough to see this in full and to see the hidden and secret expressions, hear the light laugh that often leaves him when he hears a particular joke, but that is reserved for intimate moments that now, it seems is beginning to dwindle.

height : 199cm (6'5")
hair : brown
eyes : dark brown
modifications : ear piercings
distinguishing features : defined cupid's bow, downturned eyes, thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, nose.
scars : marks left behind from his attack can be found on his face, shoulder, and back. various self-inflicted wounds from transformations, various quidditch-related ones, and thin long scars all over his back left by his father.
face claim : tamino amir

PERSONA.

vices : soft-spoken, hotheaded, defensive, solitary

virtues : resilient, versatile, dedicated, brave

likes : sweet things, dancing, listening to music, fireplaces, the mountains, winter, soft things, animals, beautiful magic, quidditch, sports, flying, fairy tales, sleeping in

dislikes : bitter things, being alone, yelling, losing, being too warm, funerals, slugs, mermaids, getting sick, broken limbs, off-season, being bored

hobbies : baking, quidditch, sketching, animal watching, cartography

habits : clenches his jaw when he is irritated. has a hard time leaving his wounds alone so they take longer to heal. messes with jewelry when he is uncomfortable.

fears : tba

HISTORY.

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INTERVIEW.

what are your thoughts on the war? // tba

what do you think about the dark lord? // tba

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // tba

what side are you on? // tba

do you believe in blood purity? // tba

how do you think this is going to end? // tba

do you think you're going to survive? // tba

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[social]

SABINE LÉONELLE LESTRANGE

death eater

nicknames // alias : sab
d.o.b // age : 8/13/1973. twenty-eight
gender // pronouns : female. she/her
sexuality : omnisexual
occupation : hit witch/ex-professor

blood status : pureblood
boggart : a mirror with a pool of blood
wand : blackthorn wood, boomsling venom, 10", reasonably supple flexibility
patronus : occamy
amortentia : warm winter berries, satin, lingering notes of smoke
affiliation : the dark lord

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Description here??

height : 167cm (5'6")
hair : dark brown
eyes : dark brown
modifications : various ear piercings
distinguishing features : tba
scars : tba
face claim : taylor lashae

PERSONA.

vices : manipulative, naive, selfish, submissive, indecisive
virtues : romantic, hopeful, gentle, creative

likes : transfiguration, flowers, oil paintings, wine, coffee, cigarettes, rain, france, muted colors, busy streets, birds, making people smile, romance novels,

dislikes : tba

hobbies : tba

habits : tba

fears : tba

HISTORY.

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INTERVIEW.

what are your thoughts on the war? // tba

what do you think about the dark lord? // tba

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // tba

what side are you on? // tba

do you believe in blood purity? // tba

how do you think this is going to end? // tba

do you think you're going to survive? // tba

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[social]

MYAREE PHYLLIS SLORAH

defector

nicknames // alias :
d.o.b // age : 00/00/1979. twenty-two
gender // pronouns : female. she/they??
sexuality : bisexual
occupation : tba
species : half-siren

blood status : half-blood??
boggart : tba
wand :
patronus :
amortentia :
affiliation : tba

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Description here??

height : 170cm (5'7")
hair : tba
eyes : tba
modifications : tba
distinguishing features : tba
scars : tba
face claim : taylor lashae

PERSONA.

vices : tba
virtues : tba

likes : tba
dislikes : tba
hobbies : tba
habits : tba
fears : tba

HISTORY.

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INTERVIEW.

what are your thoughts on the war? // tba

what do you think about the dark lord? // tba

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // tba

what side are you on? // tba

do you believe in blood purity? // tba

how do you think this is going to end? // tba

do you think you're going to survive? // tba

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