Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 23:28:58 GMT -5
 JESSICA IFINOH FIFTEEN pureblood fifth year slytherin 12 in. mermaid hair, snakewood BIRTHDAY: 15 - October 13 PATRONUS: N/A ABILITIES: N/A You were born to hunt, meaning you were born to kill. Your family came from a long line of hunters that went back years, centuries, even decades. From a very young age you were taught things, and at first you didn't understand them, but once you were old enough, you would learn the secret. Raised in a pureblooded family, you were taught that no one was higher; blood elitists were what you were. You had an older brother by the name of Liam who was roughly eight years older than yourself. At the early age of two, your family moved to Washington, for some reason you weren't aware of yet. However, Liam disappeared with your father many times, leaving you wondering and questioning as to what was going on and an answer was never supplied. When your brother turned eleven, he was sent off to the Salem Institute, the American institute for people of magical standing. You were only three, but you still knew that your brother was gone and it wasn't something you liked. You missed him; missed having him around, but the attention span of a three year old is not one to take into concern. You would cry for a few minutes when you realized he wasn't around and then turn and start playing with something nearby. You grew up as normal as any pureblooded witch could, not knowing what was in store for you to come. At the age of ten, you began learning how to defend yourself and fight with weapons you never thought you would hold. Like your brother, you attended Salem at the age of eleven and fit in quite well with those of your house, as well as those around you. But you still kept your values. Purebloods were the only ones actually worth your time. On occasion, you paid mind to those of lesser blood, but it wasn't something you made a habit of. It was at the age of twelve that you learned the secret. You family were hunters; hunters of those with tainted blood. Immediately you allowed yourself to be sucked into the theories and beliefs of your family. They were all you really knew anyway and you loved them dearly. Plus, you saw their logic behind the hunt and never questioned it. It was at age thirteen that things changed for you though. You were sent by your grandparents to kill a boy; this boy being Preston Sherwood. You were young and no where near ready for the task, but you took it anyway. Finding the boy, you attacked, but he was too fast and strong. He grabbed hold of your hand and before you knew it, a gun was to your head. Scared and holding back tears, your eyes landed on your brother who was standing there, ready to save your life. But he didn't need to. Preston gave you a choice. You either forgot about killing him and lived, or continued and died. You obviously chose to live which landed you pushed to the ground. Still, your life was sparred. It was then you found out that your grandparents had set you up and told him you were coming. Furious, you found yourself hating them, but you also felt something else. Gratefulness? Joy? Whatever it was, it was targeted toward Preston. Maybe it was because he let you go with your life. Maybe it was because he warned you about your grandparents. You weren't sure, but it was something. After that day, Liam left you with your mother and took off to travel. You and your mother moved to Italy, where you continued your studies with your mother. But you weren't there for long. Two years later, your mother was killed by a vampire, leaving you to be sent back to your brother who then resided in England. You were devastated by the loss of your mother and it caused you to close yourself off. Seclusion and solitude were what you soon enjoyed more than anything else. Upon arrival to Hogwarts, you were sorted into Slytherin which wasn't a surprise. Preston was also in your house, which gave you someone who would understand and possibly talk to you. But still, you didn't make many attempts to make friends. You only made conversation with the boy because you knew him. Even now, later in the year, you are still the same and don't know if you'll change. At least not anytime soon. After all, it hadn't been that long since your mother was killed. hey guys, my name is KAIT! and I am rocking it at TWENTY-ONE years old, role-playing for roughly A LOT OF YEARS years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the EASTERN time zone, and hail from THE UNITED STATES so how about that! currently my character looks just like KATELYN TARVER or so i am told! I found y'all at THE BURROW and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as MANY OTHER CHARACTERS, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |