Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 5:15:51 GMT -5
 renanthe lemarchant seventeen pureblood seventh year Slytherin 13", Peruvian Vipertooth Horn Hornbeam LIKES: The incomparable silence which follows a certain destruction, pondering about life and its mysteries, taking long walks along the water's edge, not having to wear a disguise around people DISLIKES: Depending on someone unreliable, indecisiveness between the heart and mind, family and children, a sense of hopelessness or waiting without a purpose BOGGART: Her supposedly parents, who turned out to be vampires with Lethifold heads, come crashing to stab their fangs deep into her flesh MIRROR OF ERISED: Living in a beautiful new world mainly by herself, surrounded by nature and a few trustworthy others PATRONUS: Wolverine ABILITIES: Metamorphmagus/Animal Communication (Raven) PERSONALITY: Ambitious, Bold, Emotional, Free-spirited, Mysterious, Playful, Sincere, Stubborn, Unforgettable MOTHER: Unknown FATHER: Caspius Lemarchant SIBLINGS: Esdras Lemarchant (whereabouts unknown) PETS: Forest Raven, named Desiderata, and a Snowy Owl named Regulus HISTORY: This little beauty of Slytherin descends from the lineage of Astrophel Lemarchant, who was suspected to have an affiliation with the Lestranges and the Death Eaters. Which would clearly explain the peculiarity of the entire family. "Do wizards dream of Puffskeins?" Rena had almost no recollection of her parents and her elder sibling, having been left alone with her miserable and poor grandmother for as long as she could remember. Even the old woman did not seem to love her–bloody hell, Rena nearly thought they hated one another. She would simply watch her brew gurgling potions, Apparate and Disapparate without warning, cast complicated charms around her. Every little thing she did seemed like magic, and she would wonder many magical thoughts; but eventually she learned to hold them all in. Occasionally, her grandmother would bring her to the wizards' quarter nearby, and Rena remembered seeing other wizards and witches, their children laughing away or sulking for something. Growing up like any other girls, she would wonder, long and hard, about the faces and the whereabouts of her parents. Her childhood self would bombard the old witch with a cadence of never-ending questions; and for the sake of eternity, the witch would either remain silent feigning deafness, or she would say distantly, "C'est pas grave." Not important. Once, the old hag did a Stinging Hex on her for asking too many questions. That was also the moment her innate Metamorphmagus was revealed. The only inheritance she ever received from her father, the wretched excuse of a human. Before Hogwarts, Rena and her grandmother lived in a creaky shack by the Pyrenees, overlooking the glorious shadows of the French mountain range; with only little needs to heed and meagerness to fulfill. Her only childhood friend was the faithful male raven, Desiderata, whom she cared for ever since she found him with a lame wing by the edge of the forest, croaking and shrilling for help. When Rena named him, he signified everything she ever dreamed of; for her parents and her sibling, her grandmother and their love. A chance for her to be happy, out of the white winter life she had known all too well. "I pledge to make this an everlasting pain." Those ought to have been the last words reverberating in her parents' heads before they decided to abandon her, in brutal heartlessness of lost conscience. Rena knew their wardrobe boggarts ran aplenty. No parents in any sanity of mind would forsake such vulnerable thing of a daughter. She imagined them Apparating and Disapparating here and there, doing wicked deeds no one without anyone knowing. Nobody ever told her what having parents would feel like. Nobody ever loved her, anyway. When she left for Hogwarts, her grandmother would not reply her bidding of farewell; simply giving her a stingy amount of old Galleons and handing her over to a gaunt-looking witch, who flew her to Diagon Alley and brought her to King's Cross Station. "Until the last falling star." She arrived at Hogwarts, slightly unnerved and jittery about the new beginning. Rena finally found her glimmer of hope, a steady light shining within the darkness. Sorted into Slytherin, she found her likes–a few friends who think like her – and a particular boy who tasted like the summer she had never known. He came into her life, crashing down with a flood of colors–literally–the Slytherin senior had done a marvelous bubble-producing spell during a particularly eerie afternoon in the Common Room. Rena was only coming back from a bloody challenging Charms class, confused and frustrated at her lack of competence; when she was caught aghast by the explosion of a million brilliant colors before her eyes. There she stood by the entrance, shadow-blue eyes widened in wonderment at the splendid deluge, a thousand bubbles prancing around in a sprightly dance. She smiled radiantly, unconsciously; a newfound feeling of excitement surging from her heart. The boy who was alone, diverted his gaze towards this sweet stranger, and offered her the most radiant smile she ever saw. Everything was blissful. All she ever wanted was given, all that was lost had been found. The glimmer of hope glowed brighter and brighter, until it simply grew too bright. "Let's dance this tango." Something happened to him, during the summer of her Fourth Year; something ominous which turned him into a werewolf. Ever since then, he was distant–just like the old witch–regardless of how hard she tried this time around. He simply changed, he loved her no more. The primal urges in her begged for a vengeance, for a penalty on the betrayal; but she refused, thinking it as another vain attempt at seeking attention. Like punching in a dream, only that this is a nightmare. "Lay your love on a tombstone." Nowadays, she had given up hope of them returning. Knowing if she stayed hopeful; pain would beguilingly seep back into her heart, the burden of rejection would overwhelm her. She grew up loveless, hopeless and empty. She loved when silence enveloped her surroundings, where everything remained still and predictable, safe yet mysteriously foreboding. She learned to be independent, to do things at her own will and to take things which she wanted. She learned to embrace herself; all those pathetically beautiful flaws and youthful ambitions. "Imperius." And Rena was captured by the immense feeling of peace and bliss, running on the verge of ignorance. She would spend her leisure time near the Boathouse, sitting quietly by the edge of the water; thinking about the future she desired, refusing to entertain those old wounds. She would work independently, either as an environmentalist or an exotic species tracker; or even a wandering witch sounds right about okay. At least she still had herself. hey guys, my name is Janice! and I am rocking it at 20 years old, role-playing for roughly not yet one years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the UTC +8 time zone, and hail from Singapore so how about that! currently my character looks just like Frida Gustavsson or so i am told! I found y'all at 8tracks and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as @niennaryou and @emilfelipe, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
