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Post by miri on Jul 16, 2009 18:47:23 GMT -6
Name: Miri Alabaster
Age(characters age): 26
Class you want to teach: Occlumency and Legilimency
Personality:
As many faceted as a diamond, Miri is a person both unpredictable and unreadable as a storm in the tropics, and just as dangerous or at least she could be should she choose to be. On the surface she seems as calm as an underground lake, fairly emotionless for the most part and able to separate life into easily analysed steps. She is an introverted person whose passion lies in both influencing the minds of poor occlumenses and defending her own from attack.
She is slow to anger but when she does, it’s the type of anger that seethes into every bone, until the purpose of her being is getting a well thought out and plotted revenge. She is not readily provoked into such an emotion, indeed no student has ever managed to incite more than a small amount of irritation on her behalf. Her anger is an emotion buried deep inside, locked away and stored for later use, not something to be let out in public.
Indeed most of her emotions are such, she gives no view as to how she is feeling in either tone of voice or body language and only the most skilled in Legilimency would be able to understand her method of thinking or her reasoning behind it. She does care about her students, or at least those who behave well and treat her with respect and can be fiercely loyal to those ones. It is rewarding to strike up a friendship with her, although very, very difficult to do.
But her smooth, expressionless surface is only skin deep, and underneath are currents of impossible strength, emotions complex and fleeting which she can barely keep an eye on. Though she feels no need to suppress them through the day she often has very powerful dreams and nightmares, revealing to her emotions she has never understood the origin of.
History(characters background):
Miri was born to a woman with no memory of the encounter that had initiated the situation. She had been told as a child that her father was a powerful man living in the wizarding highs of society, trying to get to them and rescue them from their poverty. It was at the tender age of four that she realised ‘daddy’ would not ever be returning home and that he would never take them off to live in a mansion with her own unicorn.
She hadn’t ever really expected him to, but she finally let go of all those little shreds of maybes, the hopes that she had kept disappeared then and she drifted into a world of poverty. Her mother did the best she could, but her job kept her rather occupied in the bedroom, leaving Miri alone for most of the day and night. She received little stimulation from the outside world, and as the years went on, she became all the more introverted for it, living in a world within her own mind.
Her mother was a witch, but of course, in every society there are those needed to provide services to the rich and desperate and she needed to feed her daughter. She was, as well as a witch a Metamorphmagi, and used her appearance to keep herself in business, looking beautiful and giving the wizard the woman that he dreamed of, for only the smallest of fees.
Miri had inherited that talent from her mother, she’d never settled herself into one appearance for more than a few days. Her mother had to be careful when she went shopping not to come home with the wrong child, but it was that as Miri grew older, she left the house less and less.
It wasn’t until she hit eleven that she found an escape, Hogwarts. It was ideal for her. She craved every bit of knowledge a teacher would impart on her, spending her life reading books in the library and learning different skills as often as she could. When the triwizard tournament came, she was too young to enter, but watched with longing.
Though she had a general interest in learning, it was from the head of Slytherin house that she discovered her true passion. She had been a very attentive student in potions, competent and quick but never took part in the class discussions, nor did she answer a question unless directly asked. But Professor Snape had noted her progress regardless and was rather irked when she did not hand in an essay he requested. She told him she had been ill that night and that was why she had not completed it.
It was of course a lie, she hadn’t been sleeping well, nightmares wracking her every resting moment, waking her up and the homework had simply seemed impossible for her to face. It was that when he tested her mind, using some small Legilimency, that he found it naturally barred, locked unlike most students in the school. He had given her detention for that evening and left it at that in the lesson.
It was that evening that he tested her mind once more, as she sat trying to write the essay he had requested in his office. She felt it, the pressing of something, trying to see into her thoughts and instantly, by instinct, she stopped thinking. Her mind became the blank, free of emotion as she was so used to, it was like looking into an empty room. Snape had been if not impressed then a little surprised to see her instinctive skill. He did not give her much tuition, but he told her the name of the subject she was to read up on and gave her a pass that she might get the book out of the library.
By her third year she was a very successful Occlumence and even a passable Legilimence, able to skim through the thoughts and memories of others without them noticing, for the most part. She even took to watching other people’s dreams when she could not get to sleep herself. It became her passion in school, and she was grateful to her favourite professor for showing her the subject, and more than once asked him to test her, which he did, reluctantly.
When he left the school, she did become depressed, her enthusiasm faded, replaced only by a drive to become better with no underlying emotions at all, just the force that make her turn. She finished her school in that way, achieving outstanding grades, but leaving with no friends and most of those thinking she was odd. Her lack of interpersonal skills limited her getting a job, and so, in desperation she returned to her school.
At the age of 22 she became the professor of Occlumency, the first time it was officially taught in schools, before that it having been considered too complicated for the moderation of students to bother with. It was then that she turned her own concentrations toward changing her physicality. She was of course far more adaptable than the average witch or wizard, but was annoyed with the limitations of Metamorphism, finding that the human shape was often a hindrance rather than a help.
She had studied Animagi for years when in school but never thought about the trait for herself until she left, and now she finally had the time and resources to practice. It took her four years, practising every day before she finally understood and felt her shape melt around her into that of a hawk, an unusually large and dark bird of prey with vicious talons and calculating orange eyes. Currently she is experimenting in combining metamorphism and animagism, testing if she can change the shape of bird she becomes, though she has had little success so far.
Metamorphmagi
Animagi
Experience in RPG: About 5 years or so, on probably about 40+ Boards
RP(roll playing)Example:
Drip... drip...drip.
Water trickled down a stone as white as chalk, a face frozen still in the depths of time, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling, so high above it was shrouded in gloom and mist.
Drip... drip... drip.
It covered the face, water filling up around it, adding to a pool in which lay the body belonging to the frozen woman, staring none seeing upwards. The water lapped carefully around her, chilling any heat that may ever have been there away, driving off all warmth from the still figure. And still she couldn’t move.
Drip... drip... drip
The water was turning red in hue about the woman, flooding around as crimson droplets fell from the ceiling above, no longer water but the liquid that sustains life, and that which someone was vitally missing. It splashed across the pale face, staining in red, pouring into the widening eyes, no longer able to blink, not able to move. Bloodied water closed above the woman and she knew no more.
Miri awoke with a shock, sitting up in her bed with a feeling of suffocation smothering her thoughts. She’d been having that dream all week and it was really becoming a plague on her life, it was draining to know that you would not sleep well every night. She sighed heavily and arose from bed, pulling on her clothing, not the usual witch robes that most teachers wore, preferring different and interesting clothes she got tailored to herself.
Today blue was the theme, electric blue hair, blue outfit, even blue makeup, applied perfectly as always. She went to the breakfast hall, early as always and ate some small and mediocre breakfast, as always before heading back to her office and classroom in the dungeons. Her heels tapped on the cold stone as she entered her room and closed the door behind her, stepping behind her desk and sitting down, ready for the day of lessons to start.
Age(characters age): 26
Class you want to teach: Occlumency and Legilimency
Personality:
As many faceted as a diamond, Miri is a person both unpredictable and unreadable as a storm in the tropics, and just as dangerous or at least she could be should she choose to be. On the surface she seems as calm as an underground lake, fairly emotionless for the most part and able to separate life into easily analysed steps. She is an introverted person whose passion lies in both influencing the minds of poor occlumenses and defending her own from attack.
She is slow to anger but when she does, it’s the type of anger that seethes into every bone, until the purpose of her being is getting a well thought out and plotted revenge. She is not readily provoked into such an emotion, indeed no student has ever managed to incite more than a small amount of irritation on her behalf. Her anger is an emotion buried deep inside, locked away and stored for later use, not something to be let out in public.
Indeed most of her emotions are such, she gives no view as to how she is feeling in either tone of voice or body language and only the most skilled in Legilimency would be able to understand her method of thinking or her reasoning behind it. She does care about her students, or at least those who behave well and treat her with respect and can be fiercely loyal to those ones. It is rewarding to strike up a friendship with her, although very, very difficult to do.
But her smooth, expressionless surface is only skin deep, and underneath are currents of impossible strength, emotions complex and fleeting which she can barely keep an eye on. Though she feels no need to suppress them through the day she often has very powerful dreams and nightmares, revealing to her emotions she has never understood the origin of.
History(characters background):
Miri was born to a woman with no memory of the encounter that had initiated the situation. She had been told as a child that her father was a powerful man living in the wizarding highs of society, trying to get to them and rescue them from their poverty. It was at the tender age of four that she realised ‘daddy’ would not ever be returning home and that he would never take them off to live in a mansion with her own unicorn.
She hadn’t ever really expected him to, but she finally let go of all those little shreds of maybes, the hopes that she had kept disappeared then and she drifted into a world of poverty. Her mother did the best she could, but her job kept her rather occupied in the bedroom, leaving Miri alone for most of the day and night. She received little stimulation from the outside world, and as the years went on, she became all the more introverted for it, living in a world within her own mind.
Her mother was a witch, but of course, in every society there are those needed to provide services to the rich and desperate and she needed to feed her daughter. She was, as well as a witch a Metamorphmagi, and used her appearance to keep herself in business, looking beautiful and giving the wizard the woman that he dreamed of, for only the smallest of fees.
Miri had inherited that talent from her mother, she’d never settled herself into one appearance for more than a few days. Her mother had to be careful when she went shopping not to come home with the wrong child, but it was that as Miri grew older, she left the house less and less.
It wasn’t until she hit eleven that she found an escape, Hogwarts. It was ideal for her. She craved every bit of knowledge a teacher would impart on her, spending her life reading books in the library and learning different skills as often as she could. When the triwizard tournament came, she was too young to enter, but watched with longing.
Though she had a general interest in learning, it was from the head of Slytherin house that she discovered her true passion. She had been a very attentive student in potions, competent and quick but never took part in the class discussions, nor did she answer a question unless directly asked. But Professor Snape had noted her progress regardless and was rather irked when she did not hand in an essay he requested. She told him she had been ill that night and that was why she had not completed it.
It was of course a lie, she hadn’t been sleeping well, nightmares wracking her every resting moment, waking her up and the homework had simply seemed impossible for her to face. It was that when he tested her mind, using some small Legilimency, that he found it naturally barred, locked unlike most students in the school. He had given her detention for that evening and left it at that in the lesson.
It was that evening that he tested her mind once more, as she sat trying to write the essay he had requested in his office. She felt it, the pressing of something, trying to see into her thoughts and instantly, by instinct, she stopped thinking. Her mind became the blank, free of emotion as she was so used to, it was like looking into an empty room. Snape had been if not impressed then a little surprised to see her instinctive skill. He did not give her much tuition, but he told her the name of the subject she was to read up on and gave her a pass that she might get the book out of the library.
By her third year she was a very successful Occlumence and even a passable Legilimence, able to skim through the thoughts and memories of others without them noticing, for the most part. She even took to watching other people’s dreams when she could not get to sleep herself. It became her passion in school, and she was grateful to her favourite professor for showing her the subject, and more than once asked him to test her, which he did, reluctantly.
When he left the school, she did become depressed, her enthusiasm faded, replaced only by a drive to become better with no underlying emotions at all, just the force that make her turn. She finished her school in that way, achieving outstanding grades, but leaving with no friends and most of those thinking she was odd. Her lack of interpersonal skills limited her getting a job, and so, in desperation she returned to her school.
At the age of 22 she became the professor of Occlumency, the first time it was officially taught in schools, before that it having been considered too complicated for the moderation of students to bother with. It was then that she turned her own concentrations toward changing her physicality. She was of course far more adaptable than the average witch or wizard, but was annoyed with the limitations of Metamorphism, finding that the human shape was often a hindrance rather than a help.
She had studied Animagi for years when in school but never thought about the trait for herself until she left, and now she finally had the time and resources to practice. It took her four years, practising every day before she finally understood and felt her shape melt around her into that of a hawk, an unusually large and dark bird of prey with vicious talons and calculating orange eyes. Currently she is experimenting in combining metamorphism and animagism, testing if she can change the shape of bird she becomes, though she has had little success so far.
Metamorphmagi
Animagi
Experience in RPG: About 5 years or so, on probably about 40+ Boards
RP(roll playing)Example:
Drip... drip...drip.
Water trickled down a stone as white as chalk, a face frozen still in the depths of time, blank eyes staring up at the ceiling, so high above it was shrouded in gloom and mist.
Drip... drip... drip.
It covered the face, water filling up around it, adding to a pool in which lay the body belonging to the frozen woman, staring none seeing upwards. The water lapped carefully around her, chilling any heat that may ever have been there away, driving off all warmth from the still figure. And still she couldn’t move.
Drip... drip... drip
The water was turning red in hue about the woman, flooding around as crimson droplets fell from the ceiling above, no longer water but the liquid that sustains life, and that which someone was vitally missing. It splashed across the pale face, staining in red, pouring into the widening eyes, no longer able to blink, not able to move. Bloodied water closed above the woman and she knew no more.
Miri awoke with a shock, sitting up in her bed with a feeling of suffocation smothering her thoughts. She’d been having that dream all week and it was really becoming a plague on her life, it was draining to know that you would not sleep well every night. She sighed heavily and arose from bed, pulling on her clothing, not the usual witch robes that most teachers wore, preferring different and interesting clothes she got tailored to herself.
Today blue was the theme, electric blue hair, blue outfit, even blue makeup, applied perfectly as always. She went to the breakfast hall, early as always and ate some small and mediocre breakfast, as always before heading back to her office and classroom in the dungeons. Her heels tapped on the cold stone as she entered her room and closed the door behind her, stepping behind her desk and sitting down, ready for the day of lessons to start.
