Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 22:49:13 GMT -5
nimue adele deluna
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: twenty-two
FACE CLAIM: claire holt
YEAR: graduated
HOUSE: former ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: magizoologist
BLOOD TYPE: was pureblood, now vampire
WAND TYPE: 10 inches, aethonon tail hair, birch
PETS: snow owl named duchess
ABILITIES: vampire, wandless magic and occulmency
freestyle
I've always been interested in creatures. You know how at Hogwarts, you could be in the Care of Magical Creatures class if you wanted? Well, I was one of those students that absolutely adored that class. Despite my offish and somewhat uncaring nature, I truly did connect with this class and what it was about. I felt like I understood them more than I did other human beings; other witches and wizards such as myself. However, I never thought that one day, I would be a creature myself; in my case, a creature of the night. A vampire. But I guess I should start with the beginning and not the end, right? Well fine, let me tell you my story. My perfectly imperfect life that changed forever when I became what I am today. Just, even more imperfect.
It all started with my ancestors I believe. We were an Italian clan that relocated to England three generations later, the wealth sticking to the family name. But I highly doubt you want to sit here and read the long, boring history of my ancestors. So, to save you from boredom by death, I'll start with my parents, yeah? Alright, so enter parents. No, that might be too boring of a start too. I could care less about them so I'm sure a complete stranger would too. Okay, I know where to start. Twenty-eight years ago, my older sister Morgaine was born. I was the second child to come about, and was supposed to be the last. But, unfortunately for my little sister, she was born into our messy and quite destructive family. So, there's Morgaine, myself, and Isolde. Morgaine is six years older than myself and Isolde is four years younger than I. My parents weren't expecting the young lass, which I felt bad for her because along with not expecting came not wanting. I could tell they tried to make it seem like they cared though, just not hard enough to be honest.
I remember this one time we had a family party we all were supposed to attend. Of course Morgaine and I were there. I enjoyed getting dressed up and all the elegance of the parties; not that I particularly cared for the people though. A bunch of stuck up purebloods with sticks up their asses. Sounds grand right? Ha! Wrong. But, I still made the most of them. Anyway, Isolde didn't show. She decided to read in her room instead. That was a big mistake, as our parents decided to punish her by locking her in the basement for three days. This angered me, but to be honest, there was nothing I could do to help the situation. If anything was tried, it would only make matters worse. The poor girl was left with terrible claustrophobia. Did I mention I hate my parents? If not, well, I do. They're down right idiots and I was glad when I was able to leave. The only regret was having to leave Isolde behind.
So I guess you're expecting this part. At eleven years old, I received my letter to Hogwarts. Blah blah blah. I'm sure you hear that from every witch and wizard. Of course, it's a different story for muggleborns. They don't even expect it. Poor souls. Anyway, upon arrival, I was sorted into Ravenclaw. To be honest, I wasn't really surprised. I was into books as much as my little sister and loved to learn. In fact, I taught myself a lot of what I know and knew before Hogwarts. I wasn't one to dabble in petty affairs of play dates and fraternizing with the other purebloods unless I had to. Independence and knowledge was key. Not relationships. At least, that's what I believed. I cared for my family and that was about it, minus my parents. If they dropped dead, I don't think I could say I'd be sad. Is that horrible of me? Oh well.
I'll continue now with Hogwarts. So, despite what you might be thinking after everything I've told you, I did make a few friends, but they were scarce. Again, I wasn't one to deal with such affairs and the drama... Do I even need to mention the Hogwart's drama? It was unbelievable, really. I kept my distance unless someone messed with myself or my sisters. Of course, Morgaine was a seventh year when I went in as a first year, so there wasn't much of a connection there. Plus, she was in a different house. Seeing her wasn't often. If anything, it was rare. However, my little sister came along when I was a fifth year, causing my protective instincts to flare. Funny story. I didn't even know I had protective instincts. Sure, I cared about my sisters, but I wasn't one to act out if they needed me. I figured they could handle themselves. That's how I always thought, aside from the fact if I did anything at home, I would make it worse. So, it became a habit to leave things be. But sure as hell, the first time someone messed with Isolde, they ended up in the hospital wing not even remembering what hit them. That was when I realized that I was no longer going to sit back and let my little sister take any crap. Hogwarts was a new place full of new people and even crueler people. They would not touch her, or they would hear from me. Well, more like, they would end up quite damaged. I was a force no one wanted to mess with, and I liked that. It kept myself and my sister safe.
Of course, until I graduated. But I'm getting ahead of myself again. You'd probably want to hear about my studies? Doesn't everyone tell you about those marks, whether they're high or low? Well mine were top notch. I expected nothing less for myself. Sure, I had my weaknesses and my strengths. My two best classes were Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Probably explains why I ended up in the job I did. They were just very interesting courses to me. I enjoyed most of the others, but my efforts went toward those two most of the time. I knew before I even got close to graduating what I wanted to do. I wanted to be Magizoologist. Creatures were so interesting and amazing. My mind could never leave it alone. I had to learn more and when I had read the last bit I could that Hogwarts held, I searched elsewhere. But that was during my years there. In the end I graduated with flying colors and jumped right into my job. I loved it, for the two, almost three years I got to spend working it.
Everything changed though at the end of my twentieth year. It was late and I was walking to my apartment after meeting with a friend. He came out of no where, grabbing me and pulling me into an alley. I tried all I could to fight him off, but he was strong; very strong. The next thing I knew, I had fangs sinking into my neck before I felt like the blood was swiftly flowing from my body. All I remember after that was everything going black before I woke up the next day. I wasn't me anymore though. I was a vampire, just like the monster who had attacked me and I'm quite sure he was planning on me dying. Well, that's not what happened. Frightened about my new lifestyle to come and confronting my sisters, I fled London.
I ended up in France where a few killings of my own caused someone to gain notice and hunt me down. Fortunately, this was a vampire woman that had been one for a very long time. At first, I was reluctant and denied her offer of helping me, but then I allowed her to when I found out I wouldn't be able to control this on my own. So, I spent a year in France without any contact with my family or friends. It was like I dropped off the face of the Earth. Trust me, I felt bad. Especially when it came to Isolde, but this was much safer for her. On the plus side, I picked up the French language. But yeah, it was a dreadful year that I would never be able to take back.
Now I'm twenty-two and I'm back in London, living in a different apartment, but back doing what I love; being a Magizoologist. The only thing I fear now is confronting my sisters after not being around or having any contact for a year. I guess we'll see how that goes now won't we?
It all started with my ancestors I believe. We were an Italian clan that relocated to England three generations later, the wealth sticking to the family name. But I highly doubt you want to sit here and read the long, boring history of my ancestors. So, to save you from boredom by death, I'll start with my parents, yeah? Alright, so enter parents. No, that might be too boring of a start too. I could care less about them so I'm sure a complete stranger would too. Okay, I know where to start. Twenty-eight years ago, my older sister Morgaine was born. I was the second child to come about, and was supposed to be the last. But, unfortunately for my little sister, she was born into our messy and quite destructive family. So, there's Morgaine, myself, and Isolde. Morgaine is six years older than myself and Isolde is four years younger than I. My parents weren't expecting the young lass, which I felt bad for her because along with not expecting came not wanting. I could tell they tried to make it seem like they cared though, just not hard enough to be honest.
I remember this one time we had a family party we all were supposed to attend. Of course Morgaine and I were there. I enjoyed getting dressed up and all the elegance of the parties; not that I particularly cared for the people though. A bunch of stuck up purebloods with sticks up their asses. Sounds grand right? Ha! Wrong. But, I still made the most of them. Anyway, Isolde didn't show. She decided to read in her room instead. That was a big mistake, as our parents decided to punish her by locking her in the basement for three days. This angered me, but to be honest, there was nothing I could do to help the situation. If anything was tried, it would only make matters worse. The poor girl was left with terrible claustrophobia. Did I mention I hate my parents? If not, well, I do. They're down right idiots and I was glad when I was able to leave. The only regret was having to leave Isolde behind.
So I guess you're expecting this part. At eleven years old, I received my letter to Hogwarts. Blah blah blah. I'm sure you hear that from every witch and wizard. Of course, it's a different story for muggleborns. They don't even expect it. Poor souls. Anyway, upon arrival, I was sorted into Ravenclaw. To be honest, I wasn't really surprised. I was into books as much as my little sister and loved to learn. In fact, I taught myself a lot of what I know and knew before Hogwarts. I wasn't one to dabble in petty affairs of play dates and fraternizing with the other purebloods unless I had to. Independence and knowledge was key. Not relationships. At least, that's what I believed. I cared for my family and that was about it, minus my parents. If they dropped dead, I don't think I could say I'd be sad. Is that horrible of me? Oh well.
I'll continue now with Hogwarts. So, despite what you might be thinking after everything I've told you, I did make a few friends, but they were scarce. Again, I wasn't one to deal with such affairs and the drama... Do I even need to mention the Hogwart's drama? It was unbelievable, really. I kept my distance unless someone messed with myself or my sisters. Of course, Morgaine was a seventh year when I went in as a first year, so there wasn't much of a connection there. Plus, she was in a different house. Seeing her wasn't often. If anything, it was rare. However, my little sister came along when I was a fifth year, causing my protective instincts to flare. Funny story. I didn't even know I had protective instincts. Sure, I cared about my sisters, but I wasn't one to act out if they needed me. I figured they could handle themselves. That's how I always thought, aside from the fact if I did anything at home, I would make it worse. So, it became a habit to leave things be. But sure as hell, the first time someone messed with Isolde, they ended up in the hospital wing not even remembering what hit them. That was when I realized that I was no longer going to sit back and let my little sister take any crap. Hogwarts was a new place full of new people and even crueler people. They would not touch her, or they would hear from me. Well, more like, they would end up quite damaged. I was a force no one wanted to mess with, and I liked that. It kept myself and my sister safe.
Of course, until I graduated. But I'm getting ahead of myself again. You'd probably want to hear about my studies? Doesn't everyone tell you about those marks, whether they're high or low? Well mine were top notch. I expected nothing less for myself. Sure, I had my weaknesses and my strengths. My two best classes were Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Probably explains why I ended up in the job I did. They were just very interesting courses to me. I enjoyed most of the others, but my efforts went toward those two most of the time. I knew before I even got close to graduating what I wanted to do. I wanted to be Magizoologist. Creatures were so interesting and amazing. My mind could never leave it alone. I had to learn more and when I had read the last bit I could that Hogwarts held, I searched elsewhere. But that was during my years there. In the end I graduated with flying colors and jumped right into my job. I loved it, for the two, almost three years I got to spend working it.
Everything changed though at the end of my twentieth year. It was late and I was walking to my apartment after meeting with a friend. He came out of no where, grabbing me and pulling me into an alley. I tried all I could to fight him off, but he was strong; very strong. The next thing I knew, I had fangs sinking into my neck before I felt like the blood was swiftly flowing from my body. All I remember after that was everything going black before I woke up the next day. I wasn't me anymore though. I was a vampire, just like the monster who had attacked me and I'm quite sure he was planning on me dying. Well, that's not what happened. Frightened about my new lifestyle to come and confronting my sisters, I fled London.
I ended up in France where a few killings of my own caused someone to gain notice and hunt me down. Fortunately, this was a vampire woman that had been one for a very long time. At first, I was reluctant and denied her offer of helping me, but then I allowed her to when I found out I wouldn't be able to control this on my own. So, I spent a year in France without any contact with my family or friends. It was like I dropped off the face of the Earth. Trust me, I felt bad. Especially when it came to Isolde, but this was much safer for her. On the plus side, I picked up the French language. But yeah, it was a dreadful year that I would never be able to take back.
Now I'm twenty-two and I'm back in London, living in a different apartment, but back doing what I love; being a Magizoologist. The only thing I fear now is confronting my sisters after not being around or having any contact for a year. I guess we'll see how that goes now won't we?
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