Post by RAZI SENKA LYNCH on Jun 19, 2014 19:02:53 GMT -5
Razi Lynch 29 Half-blood Artist - Painter 11 1/4 - Chimaera hair - Bloodwood LIKES: The flow of colors of all sorts, especially the color red - The moon in any of it's forms - The rush of adrenaline she gets from keeping dangerous secrets - The sun and day time - Blood. DISLIKES: The bloodlust she knows she can't control - The sun (when it burns her) - Humans and their stupid way of stinking up the environment and their nature to fear the unknown. BOGGART: Having her most sacred and dangerous secrets discovered and exploited. MIRROR OF ERISED: Simply to be accepted the way she is. PATRONUS: N/A ABILITIES: Half-Vampire (Dhampir) PERSONALITY: Independent (as she was taught by her father), creative, and easily sunburned when going outside. She has a quick wit and is a bit of an introvert, but she's dependable in a pinch. Because she is a Dhampir she requires a certain amount of blood to retain her strength and to clear her thought process. So most of the time she has enough blood delivered from St. Mungo's to satisfy her needs. There are times, though, when her vampire half takes control and she goes into a raging bloodlust... Wanting... Needing fresh, warm blood. This is her greatest secret. MOTHER: Rebekah Marie Jones. Witch. Died in labor while giving birth to a vampire's child. FATHER: Solomon Lynch (not a very nice vampire) SIBLINGS: None. PETS: None. Unless you count the rabbits she keeps for times when she loses control. HISTORY: Secrets. Secrets are so hard to keep. And there are so many, everywhere, just waiting to be discovered. Razi Senka Lynch had one of the most dangerous and precious secrets to keep and that was and had always been her struggle. She's had been keeping it since the day of her birth and she'd do her best to keep it until the day she would die . She hid it in her work, her art. She hid it in the defiance of her father's will and in the love she held for all things living... human. She hid it with her peacefulness and with her kindness. With those things, no one should ever be able to find out her secrets. One thing that was not a secret was that her troubles all started with her mother, Rebekah Marie Jones. Rebekah had been a beautiful, intelligent, powerful, and passionate witch. With short, creamy brown hair and green eyes that brought out her olive skin, she always got the attention of boys during her years at Hogwarts; but with her brilliance she also got the attention of all of her teachers. Top of her class and with 6 N.E.W.T.S., she was set up to go anywhere in her life. She was even offered a high level job at the Ministry of Magic but turned it down to pursue her own paths. She ended up getting a job registering high level magical creatures such as centaur herds, werewolf packs, vampire covens, merpeople kingdoms, etc... She was good at her job and did it diligently for two years after graduating from Hogwarts. One day, it all ended. Her day had started relatively normal with the registering of a new werewolf pack that had started up in Scotland and with the usual cataloging of new members of the centaur herds. After noon had passed, into her presence walked the leader of a strong coven of vampires that were stationed in Ireland. His name was Solomon Lynch, and as the head of the coven, it was his job to travel to London and re-register his pack every year. The other workers that day would later say that from the moment he walked in util the moment he left, he never took his eyes off of Rebekah. The next day, everyone was surprised when Rebekah didn't come into work. She hadn't called in, hadn't talked to anyone. When the next day went by and Rebekah still hadn't contacted anyone, a small team of inquisitors was dispatched out to her apartment to make sure that she was at least alive. The found her apartment completely trashed. They found her furniture viciously scratched up, and blood haphazardly spattered all over what appeared to be her room. Rebekah was pronounced missing, and was presumed to have been killed by a serial killer. An investigation was made, but since there was never any real evidence, it was never followed up on. Nine months later the hills of central Ireland heard the devastating last scream of the woman who was assumed to be dead. As her dying scream pattered out there came a new call. The piercing squeal of a new life. A unique life. This young girl, born to a head vampire and a strong young witch, would be unanimously named Razi by her entire coven and would be trained to do what no true vampire can do successfully, infiltrate the wizarding community and influence their politics in a way that suits them. -29 years later- WIP WIP WIP hey guys, my name is Sam! and I am rocking it at 18 years old, role-playing for roughly 4 years - so I'm pretty chill with anything. I'm in the American EST time zone, and hail from The United States of America so how about that! currently my character looks just like Deborah Ann Woll or so I am told! I found y'all... Isaac's fault and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as Nobody Else. |