CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Fifteen
FACE CLAIM: Hayden Panettiere
YEAR: Fifth
HOUSE: Gryffindor
OCCUPATION: N/A for Hogwarts students
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: Ash, Dragon Heartstring, 10 1/2 inches, Surprisingly Swishy
PETS: A cat named Tiger, given to her as part of a family tradition
ABILITIES: Metamorphmagus
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LIKES: Steampunk, Motorcycles, Ghosts, Ballroom Dancing, Painting, Sensations, Adrenaline Rushes, Textures
DISLIKES: Quiet, Monotonous Activities, Strict Schedules, Pointless Arguments, Drama
BIGGEST FEAR:Losing a family member, most especially her twin brother or her father.
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Protective - Being the oldest of five children, Ally has a natural protective streak when it comes to her siblings and those she considers close friends.
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Adventurous - She enjoys exploring, with a particular proclivity toward areas and things forbidden.
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Passionate - She has a tendency toward being drawn to pleasurable things. Food, flirtation, textures and the like. Once she gets an idea in her head of a desire for something she is difficult to dissuade.
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Flying - Both of her parents were quidditch players, and her extended family is large enough to field nearly an entire league of quidditch teams. She enjoys the feeling of being unconfined in the air, this also applies to free-fall.
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Ballroom Dancing - She grew up watching her parents dance and learned from them and her uncle Cernenus
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MOTHER:Keela Rose Silver-Moon 'nee Sheridan
FATHER:Vincent Silver-Moon
SIBLINGS:Lucetios Choi Moon - Twin Brother
Nessia Rose Silver-Moon - Younger Sister
Quin Vincent Silver-Moon - Younger Brother
HISTORY: The Great-Grandparents: Aryssa Burke & Marcello DiAngelo
Ally's history actually begins many years before she was even a figment of anyone's over-active imagination. The first story that bears telling, is that of Marcello DiAngelo and Aryssa Burke. Marcello was born in Civezzano, a small city in the Italian province of Trentino. Though his family was poor, Marcello was relatively oblivious to their financial standing. An only child, his parents did whatever they had to to make sure their son had every opportunity they could possibly provide. Intelligent and driven, Marcello demonstrated a natural charisma and an obvious inclination to the world of politics. He wanted to help families like his own who struggled financially due to unfair policies which favored the older pureblood lines over all others. He searched for many months after graduation for a job to further his political ambitions, but due to his poor financial status, had difficulty catching the attention of the wealthy elite in power at the time.
It was around that point that the first wizarding war began to take shape. Grindlewald was, after all, a household name in much of Europe by that point. Marcello hoped he might have better luck finding work in England's shifting political climate, though he found it exceptionally difficult to leave his family behind in Italy. He did, however, manage to find a job at the Ministry of Magic, in the International Magical Cooperation office. Aware only that he was a pureblood, and unfamiliar with his family name and history (much of which he later fabricated), those in power welcomed Marcello as an up and coming talent in the world of international politics. In this setting, much to his surprise, his Italian heritage was considered an asset rather than a disadvantage. It was on a blustery Thursday in March, exactly two weeks after he accepted the department's intern position, that he first laid eyes on Aryssa Burke.
Fair-skinned with long, wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes, Marcello was struck by the contrast between them. Raised with all of the privileges money and her family's good standing among the upper crust of English pureblood society could buy, Aryssa Rosalyne Burke behaved, spoke, and even moved with the elegant poise that bespoke years of intensive training. It must be noted, however, that from a young age, Aryssa began to rebel. As a very young girl, she had enjoyed the dressing up, the endless balls and political events. She and her brother Aramand where her parents' pride and joy, and anyone who knew them knew it. As they grew older, however, Aramand became arrogant, self-absorbed and selfish. Older than Aryssa by three years, he began studying dark magics and spending time with other men who shared his views. Not only did Aramand believe his name and blood status made him better than most, he also believed his elevated status gave him the right to do as he pleased to others, specifically those of lesser blood status.
When her father died the year Aryssa turned fifteen, Aramand spiraled into a dark depression from which many say he never recovered. The binds that tied him to his family, and possibly even to sanity dissolved. As a young man, he was an avid follower of Grindlewald. It was with a heavy heart that Madame Burke disowned her only son when his connections became known. It is likely for this reason, still grieving the loss of her son, that she allowed her daughter to have a job at all. There were, after all, worse choices for a child to make. Aryssa acquired her job at the ministry, specifically in the Magical Accidents and Catastrophes office, through no small amount of stubbornness. Refusing to use her family's connections, Aryssa took the first entry-level position she was offered, and never looked back.
Marcello and Aryssa, as they would later tell others, including their only child, fell for each other almost instantly. For the first time in her entire life, Aryssa had found someone with whom she could truly be herself without putting on the airs of propriety she was so accustomed to. Marcello, for his part, fell in love with Aryssa's spirit, the fire and stubborn nature with which she faced everything in her life, It was this combination of traits which, when she faced her mother several months later, gave her the courage to make one of the hardest choices she had ever had to date. When given the ultimatum to abandon her notions of a life with Marcello in favor of a more suitable husband from a respectable family, or be cut off financially and subsequently disowned herself, Aryssa dug her heels in, refusing to yield to any of her mother's demands and leaving her family's manor with little more than the clothes on her back and a small suitcase full of her personal things. Aryssa Burke became Aryssa DiAngelo exactly six days later in a small chapel in Adleburgh, where Marcello had bought a small house after his first promotion the previous month.
They had been married barely more than a year when their daughter, Rosalie Marie DiAngelo, was born.
The Great-Grandparents: Poseidon Summerby & Annabell Ambrose
Poseidon Summerby in essence, had won the genetic lottery. Good-looking, charming, and intelligent, he had everything going for him a man might need to be successful. However, he also possessed a few unfortunate flaws, the most poignant of which being that Poseidon was lazy. He liked shortcuts, quick payouts for little or no effort. For this reason, instead of using his gifts to better himself toward productive ends, he chose to take a far less respectable path. Early in life, during his teenage years, he realized women were drawn to him. Those who didn't throw themselves at him outright could be convinced easily enough if he said and did the right things, told them what they wanted to hear, played the part. As he got older, his ambitions toward wealth were realized, and he for that reason he began searching for dalliances which might further his goals. He developed, over a period of years, an unfortunately successful process. He would charm a wealthy woman into his bed, come up with an elaborate reason, an ill relative, a tragedy, anything that might tug on the heart strings of his unsuspecting benefactors.
The next morning, galleons in hand, Poseidon would disappear with the sunrise, never lingering in one place longer than a day or two at most. That is, until he met Annabell Ambrose. Unquestionably beautiful, and lacking the harder edge of the women he was used to bedding, Poseidon was physically attracted instantaneously, and, upon finding out about the land she owned and the unfinished manor house on the property, he was struck with an idea. No man, after all, could live forever. Some day his looks would fade, and when that happened he would need something to fall back on, enough money to set himself up for life. It didn't take long thereafter before the plan was hatched. As Annabell's husband, Poseidon would have access to the farm, the land, the manor, and whatever other assets she had inherited. Access would bring something more important: selling rights. He could marry her, sell everything out from under her, and then disappear with enough capital to set himself up for the rest of his life, or so he thought.
So it was for nearly a year that he wooed Annabell unwaveringly, all with his end result in mind. The feeling of success when she finally consented to marry him was nothing compared to the thrill of knowing that all she possessed would soon be his for the taking. They had been married six months when he brought up the subject of having her assets moved into both their names. Assurances, he called it, that if something ever happened to her, their son (with whom Annabell was two months pregnant at the time) would be taken care of. Annabell agreed, presenting him with all of the deeds, contracts, and paperwork to be sorted through and changed accordingly. However, as Poseidon soon realized, there was a problem. Annabell's parents had long since passed in an accident caused by a potions explosion during a trip to Diagon Alley several years prior. Annabell had spent the majority of her life being raised by her uncle, who, having no other children, left all of his assets to his niece.
A paranoid man, Uncle Frederick had spent a great deal of the family's money ensuring his manor house was unplottable even before it was fully built. He had applied the same intricacies to his will and the contracts and deeds he bequeathed to Annabell upon his death. For while they were in her name and incontestably hers to do with as she pleased, they could only be passed into the possession of a blood heir, not, under any circumstance, to a husband or anyone else. In the event an heir was not produced, all assets were to be sold off, and the proceeds donated to charity. A minor setback, Poseidon reasoned. Contracts, after all, could be broken, wills could be contested. At first, Annabell was even on board for finding a way around the legal stipulations. She contacted the lawyer who had handled her Uncle's estate, a Mr. Amos Higgins. Higgins promised he would look into the possibility of absolving the current contract, but could make no promises. Optimistic about the possibilities, and his resulting wealth, at first, Poseidon was perfectly content to be patient and play the doting husband. He would bide his time, he reasoned, as comfortably as possible.
For five years in total, Poseidon searched, schemed, and with almost single-minded focus he continued to look for ways around the contract's iron-tight wording. He did, briefly, consider murdering Annabell, but outright murder in cold blood was a bit beyond even Poseidon's realm of comfort. Besides, in some twisted way, he thought he might have actually begun to care for Annabell, not enough to reconsider his plan, but he couldn't fathom actually killing her. So it was in the span of that five years, that Taranis as well as their two younger daughters, Airmidd and Boann were born. Annabell, for her part, had begun to suspect her husband's motives, and one day, not long after Boann's birth, she confronted Poseidon, who assured her his motives were entirely pure and family-oriented. He wanted what was best for them all. Still suspicious, but lacking evidence of mal-intent, Annabell had dropped the subject, if unwillingly. It was not until the next day she became very aware of exactly how right she'd been. Poseidon, somehow during the night, had gathered all of his belongings and left without so much as a note of explanation. Every trace he had ever been a part of her life, of her children's lives, went with him.
Their accounts had been all but cleaned out. Annabell, after explaining the situation to Mr. Higgins, had been able to borrow enough to keep them all fed through the end of the year, but running a farm of that size was next to impossible on her own, and she lacked the resources to hire any help. Taranis, barely five years old at the time, helped as best he could, and somehow, whether by luck or by miracle, they managed to hold on for the next several years, until Taranis was sixteen. By that point, all three children were in school, leaving their mother, who had insisted they must have an education, to fend for herself in keeping up the farm. Made easier with magic, she had managed up to that point, but certain aspects, buildings and such, were falling into disrepair rapidly, and the family lacked the resources to replace them. The grand manor house still sat, half-finished on the property, and Annabell knew that if there were only a way to complete it, they could rent out the space and use the profit for the repairs. However, finishing the house was a huge undertaking from a financial standpoint, and she had nothing to use as collateral for a loan of that size. Though she resisted for several weeks, it finally became necessary to write Taranis about the situation.
The Grandparents: Taranis Summerby and Rosalie DiAngelo
Taranis, for his part, had accepted that dropping out of school was inevitable, and, being a realist as he was, understood that even with his help, the situation might not still be salvageable. It wasn't until a day near the end of the first semester, that an alternative materialized like a lifeline, in the form of a friend, a Gryffindor and fellow yearmate named Rosalie. Taranis and Rosalie had been friends a long time, ever since a quidditch accident in which Taranis had knocked Rosalie off her broom in his haste to catch the snitch and broken her leg. Surprisingly, his visit to the hospital wing to apologize had resulted in a rather unlikely and slightly over-competitive friendship of sorts, one that carried through subsequent years when the two became Prefects for their respective houses. It was for this reason that Taranis had ventured into the Prefect's bathroom one afternoon, unsurprised to see Rose. What was surprising, was that she was curled up against a far wall, sobbing and clutching a piece of paper as though it was the end of all things good about life.
Come to find out, and find out Taranis did after some gentle prodding on his part, that the piece of parchment was a letter from Rosalie's grandmother, Madame Burke, containing an ultimatum: get married or be disinherited. An only child, Rosalie was the last remaining heir to her branch of the Burke line, and as such, though her mother had been disowned, Rosalie herself had been reinstated. While she cared little for the money herself, it was the reason behind her grandmother's demands that concerned her. A few weeks prior she had recieved another letter, one from her estranged uncle Aramand informing her that the family, her grandmother, her parents, were all under suspicion of being muggle sympathizers, the kiss of death for an 'old blood' family like hers. While Madame Burke was notoriously proud of her pureblood status, she had stopped short of the mania that had attracted her son. Decidedly neutral in the growing conflict between Purists and the current government, she was under increasing pressure to declare her loyalties, and so Madame Burke faced a difficult choice of her own, side with Pureblood politics or face the loss of everything she had ever held dear, quite possibly including her own life.
Her parents, who were openly non-prejudiced, were facing even more difficulties. Both prominent in their respective offices. Her mother was now the head of the magical accidents and catastrophes department, and her father was a well-respected diplomat. However, as the government of the time found itself being gradually re-staffed with politicals and those sympathetic to the 'muggle cleansing' concept, her parents were becoming more and more concerned, and the risks of their continued outspoken support of equality became ever higher. It therefore, fell to Rosalie to convince whoever might be watching that her grandmother, as well as her parents, had raised her with the proper views. The best way to do this, in her grandmother's mind, was to marry into the kind of family who might garner approval, and play the proper pureblood wife. Had it not been for the letter from Aramand, Rose might have discarded the letter entirely, but she understood the danger her family was in, and the potential consequences if she didn't acquiesce.
The list had been long, but largely full of arrogant Slytherin pratts who had come from money, and whose parents were at the very least suspected of adhering to the extremist views. She couldn't marry an extremist! She wouldn't, but that left her options slim. The majority of the others were in relationships of their own, and some would have had no interest in her at all, being that she was, you know, female. Her single, viable option, whose name carried nearly the same political weight as her own, was circled on the list where every other had been crossed out for one reason or another. It was her last hope, and if he said no, she'd have to give in and marry one of the Slytherin swats. Hence why she was in the current situation, sobbing in a most heartbroken manner on the floor. Naturally compassionate, Taranis had tried to help, and upon seeing the list and his name had understandably required an explanation. She had, after several minutes of hesitation and getting ahold of herself again, given him the cleanest one she could manage. Her family was in danger, she had to marry a pureblood for political reasons.
Taranis, for his part, had presented his own problems, including the fact he would likely be leaving school at Christmas to help his mother. It was at that point the plan began to take shape. If they went with traditional betrothal contract, something Rosalie, who had been raised to be independent and modern, loathed with a passion, he could use her assets, which he would supposedly acquire at the point of their marriage, as collateral for the loan his mother needed. Though Rosalie could logically have talked her grandmother into simply giving him the money, his pride wouldn't stand for simply being handed a sum that large. The next few months passed in a whirlwind of letters back and forth and several long conversations between the pseudo-couple. As friends, they sought to make life easier for one another, which for Rosalie included leaving her parents entirely out of the 'arranged marriage' loop. She knew they would never support her being forced to marry, and as such she didn't tell them.
This required a certain amount of deception on both her part and Taranis' when writing to and visiting her parents. They had to, for her parents' sake and the sake of appearances in general, give the impression of approving of the situation. It was during this process, amongst the stress of lying to her family, keeping from him her involvement in the Order's beginnings, and keeping up with her grandmother's incessant demands as well as her uncle's prodding, that Taranis' strength and unwavering support began to bring about in Rose a new set of feelings. Lacking in experience with the opposite sex, Rose found herself suddenly bombarded with new emotions, new sensations, and an undeniable (though to be fair she did in fact try hard to deny it anyway) attraction to her best friend. They had, at the point they'd agreed to sign the contract that would essentially save both their families, agreed that if the political situation changed, if the war being whispered about never came or ended before they graduated, they could always annul the contract and go back to being friends.
However, as time passed leading up to the actual engagement, and the two spent an exceptional amount of time getting to know the details of each other's lives, a change began to happen. What had been an arrangement of convenience between friends, touches that had been necessary to perpetuate the proper image, became more than either could have predicted a few short months prior. Her future, Rosalie finally acknowledged, felt brighter with Taranis in it, and the possibility of a life with him, somewhere along the line, had begun to give her hope rather than seem like an inevitable necessity. Even as she realized this however, she was determined to keep it hidden, to not complicate further their already exceptionally complex relationship. Thankfully, Taranis had no such inclinations. Christmas of their seventh year, with the gift of a heirloom locket, he convinced Rosalie that the two of them could manage as a couple beyond the social and political requirements being demanded of them. He became, not only her friend, support, and ally, but the groundwork had been laid for what the two would eventually pledge their lives to in years to come, a love that created a marriage, survived a war, and resulted in four exceptionally unique children: Keela, Cernenus, Brier, and Luchtaine Summerby.
The Great-Grandparents: Lindsey Moon & Osiris Silver
Lindsey Moon was a child of well-hidden origins, born to a bounty hunter who stayed on the move and didn't much trust females. When she turned five, he got her to take a Wizarding Oath to him and enslaved her to his every need so trust would never be an issue. She grew up under his thumb, managing to warn her sister off to keep her from the same fate, forced to travel with him and watch guard over the targets he captured for the Ministry. Learning her numbers from them and pushing their flesh into the radiators when they didn't answer fast enough for her, Lindsey rebelled in the only way she felt safe to, an erratic and chaotic nature knowing that at any moment he could order her into marriage with anyone who would pay. Definitely a dark witch, Lindsey finally found a rescuer in Osiris who both loved her and hated the way she was trapped by the oath. Their eventual marriage once her father was buried allowed her to feel safe for the first time. Passing on a cursed hair (which no charm or dye would work on so she was stuck with a blazing unnatural red) to her kids, she lived in a old manor from the early 1200s which had been built by pirates.
Wishing a pirate clan herself (long hidden from the Ministry as her family had always been) she named every child after a famous one, but the oldest two had a secret name on a hidden birth certificate in her things. Her father's last command had been to continue the family name so her oldest two were secretly named Moon while they were called "Silver-Moon" in common with their mother's new last name. All the other children by agreement were "Silvers" and she had a baker's dozen of those till her oldest was able to have a son of his own whose last name was "Moon." Finally feeling safe from a horrible death at the oath, Lindsey relaxed her mania for having kids and the chaotic household (growing up on a Scottish Isle and running free) finally began to form a somewhat secure feeling.
The Parents: Vincent Silver-Moon and Keela Summerby
Born on her family's farm and spending all of her childhood and teenage years living in the now-finished manor house, Keela Summerby never knew anything more than the stories of the hardships her parents faced, too young to understand the political goings on at the time of the First War, she did not understand until she was much older the sacrifices her parents had made in order to defend their beliefs in human rights and equality. The oldest of the four Summerby children, Keela took after her mother a great deal. Though the traits she inherited from Taranis are measurably more subtle, they are no less present. Curious by her very nature, and willing to go to great lengths to explore the world around her, Keela enjoyed the extensive traveling her family did from a young age. Bright, ambitious, and adventurous, she was sorted into Gryffindor almost before the hat could be placed fully on her head. Taking after both parents, she was an avid quidditch fan, and a fairly talented chaser who inherited the competitive streaks of both parents. Her love of photography, however, was a gift from her great-grandmother. Older now and at least slightly less concerned with appearances, Madame Burke had reconciled with her daughter, though never quite found it within herself to reinstate her into familial good graces.
Keela, being the first great-grandchild, was the closest to Madame Burke's heart, though she'd never have admitted that to anyone. Keela spent hours laying in the floor with her her Gran's photography collections, playing with antique cameras of wizarding and muggle varieties alike. She was ten when her grandmother passed away suddenly as a result of a heart-attack. The woman left every photograph and piece of photography equipment she owned to Rose's oldest daughter, and Keela's interest in the subject never diminished. Warm and friendly, Keela had no trouble making friends, but a rather difficult time connecting to the opposite sex. Thus, when she met Vincent Silver-Moon on the shore of the black lake during an unseasonably warm day in the early spring of her fifth year, she found herself rather totally at a loss for how to handle the situation. She had been skipping stones, wondering if photography really was a good career path for a person to take, when the Slytherin boy had shown an interest in how she managed something of that sort without magic. Keela, startled at being noticed at all, had been off-balanced enough by catching his attention at all, adding the fact he was attractive, charming to an over-extent, and shirtless, did nothing to help matters.
Nonetheless, when he asked to be shown, she showed him, and as they talked, and she found herself wondering what it might be like to kiss a boy like him, or in all honesty just to kiss a boy at all. Whether it could be claimed her curiosity got the better of her, or possibly just her hormones, she did, in fact, kiss Vincent that day...and then, rather unfortunately, lost her nerve and beat a hasty exit. Vincent, intrigued by a girl who wasn't instantly drawn to him, (to which he'd become quite accustomed as of late), pursued her as a pirate might pursue a particularly difficult to obtain treasure. Determined and surprisingly patient, it took him over a year to convince Keela he was interested in more with her than a fling to sate his curiosity. Once she fell, however, she fell very quickly. Intrigued by the adventurous spirit they seemed to share, and drawn naturally by her physical attraction to him, the two began to forge a relationship out of the rather unlikely friendship that had developed in the months since the incident at the Black Lake.
Vincent proposed during the Christmas holidays of Keela's seventh year, and they spent the summer traveling abroad, the majority of the trip taken on a motorcycle which Vincent built himself to incorporate both muggle mechanics and spelled aspects. Though Vin would not graduate until a full year after Keela, the two decided on a Christmas wedding the next year, a full six months prior to his graduation. Keela set up a photography studio in Hogsmeade in order to be near him, and the two developed a rather thorough knowledge of the passages in and out of the school during the subsequent spring months. Upon his graduation, Vin began marketing a new creation: potion-infused candles which gave effect as they burned and the wax melted. An instant favorite in hospitals, where mood boosting and healing spells could be used, he soon set up shop next to Keela in a building which they shared, split down the middle.
It wasn't long after their wedding, however that Keela discovered she was pregnant with not one but two children, conceived on their honeymoon at a rather isolated resort in the Chinese mountains. Leucetios and Ailleana Moon, the heirs who would break their grandmother's curse, were born after nine hours of labor just after midnight on June 17th, a mere twelve minutes apart. Though their temperaments were vastly different, the two were extremely close, and due to Ally's impulsive nature, often in trouble as often as out. For where Ally went, Luke went, regardless of the risk to either of them, and Ally, it became quickly apparent, was determined to go everywhere from the time she could pull herself up on the legs of the dining room table. Vin and Keela had two more children, Quinn, who came along four years after the twins, and Nessia, conceived on the couple's second trip to the Chinese resort on their sixth anniversary. It should be here noted that the two have not been back to the resort since Nessia's birth, convinced there are unadvertised fertility magics at work.
Now that their children are older, Vincent and Keela are mostly content to run their respective shops and spend time with their many younger nieces and nephews, though they do have a tendency to disappear for several weeks at a time on a semi-regular basis in order to refresh and resupply their stock, returning always with more stories than merchandise.
Alleana Moon
As the eldest of Vin and Keela's children, though only just with regard to her twin brother, Ally has always had a very solid view of her place in the world. Pre-Hogwarts and even somewhat beyond, she near-idolized her father, with whom she shares the most similarities personality-wise. Growing up on her family's island in and among more aunts, uncles and cousins than most people could dream of having, to say Ally had a solid foundation in her family life would be understating things rather severely. From the time she was old enough to have even a vague understand of mechanics, she became fascinated with her father's hobby of acquiring and tinkering with Neo-Victorian style things. She spends a great deal of her out of school time exploring the island and working on altering a muggle motorbike with a combination of mechanical tweaks and magical enhancements. (With the help of her father) Ally is determined to experience everything life has to offer and tends to approach everything in her life with a combination of bravado and unbridled nerve
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