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Post by Aingeal Crystal "Crys" West on Jul 11, 2011 16:03:23 GMT -6
Aingeal Crystal West
Dominion's ever impatient consort
-General-
Age: sixteen
Aliases: Crys, Annie, Angel
Birthdate: May third
Birthplace: Kerry, Ireland
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Gender: Female
Hexadecimal: malachite
Sexuality: Pansexual
-Appearance-
Body Type: curvy
Eyes: light blue
Face Claim: Amy Lee
Hair: Light brown by birth, dyed black
Description:
Her last tattoo is also her most secretive. A never-ending loop of inter-linked chains twines its way around her left ankle, colored to symbolize gold, copper, silver, and bronze.[/ul]
-Personality-
Allegiance: Neutral Good
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Temperament: Melancholic
Weaknesses:
Whims:
Detailed Personality :
Some speculate that Crys would do very well in Slytherin. She is ambitious enough to have discovered her animagus form earlier than most of her classmates, though not the first to master it. When faced with a situation with a clear choice to better herself at the denigration of others, or to better others at the denigration of herself, she will almost always choose herself over others. She is a resourceful girl, and doesn't lack in determination.
What sets her apart from her Slytherin friends is that she has an over-riding sense of loyalty that will supersede her ambition. In particular, her friendship with one Kane Llewellyn tends to override other things. If Kane so much as looks in her direction, she's there. In the equine terms she unconsciously uses, he is her Alpha, though far from her mate.
It is difficult to get a reaction for her immediately. Crys tends towards the 'melancholic' personality type, which presumably means she has a great deal of black bile in her system. In reality, she is not easily affected by the day to day happenings. It takes a while for her opinions to form, but once they do, they are almost impossible to change. She has a tendency towards reflection, pondering scenarios that have or have not happened, may or may not happen, and is frequently subject to a more solemn mood.
Character's Family :
-Magic-
Animagus: draft horse - registered
Boggart: Darkness
House: Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor
Mirror of Erised: Surrounded by Herd, near the top of the pecking order with her closest friends.
Patronus: horse
Pet: Calamity, Croìgeal
Position: Quidditch Captain
Wand:
Year: Seventh
-Character History-
Antioch Peverell was one of three brothers. According to legend, he and his siblings cheated Death by magically forming a bridge over a particularly violent stretch of river, and was rewarded with a wand that would be the strongest in the history of magic.
However, it is suspected by more learned (and recent) philosophers that Antioch Peverell was, in fact, a wand maker by trade, and that he created the Elder Wand. Being a tradesman, he would have passed his craft down his line, starting with the eldest of his male offspring.
So the tradition continued, with the lore and trade of wand making being passed from generation to generation, occasionally skipping a generation to ensure an unbroken line of male wandmakers, sometimes changing names to avoid losing the skill altogether. Eventually, about three hundred fifty years after Antioch Peverell created the Wand of Destiny and lost his life in a drunken boast, another interesting wand was made.
This wand is worthy of note only because it had survived several generations of wizards in order to become relevant to the present time. Many of these could not control the sheer power bestowed by the dual core's dragon heartstring, not because they lacked the will, but because they lacked the respect demanded by the hippogriff feather that completed the core. There were a few who could use the wand to proper effect, but they were generations between.
While never truly forgotten, the wand did fall out of favor after it turned on one too many owners. The Bloodmoon wandmaker who crafted the thing apparently made a grave error in combining the raw power of a dragon heartstring with the temperamental demands of a hippogriff feather.
Or did she?
Our story actually becomes relevant six years in the past, but first, more irrelevant backstory.
Brian Brian Junior was a British wizard of pure blood who married a German witch of pure blood. They came to a mutual agreement that each would keep their own surname, and any children would be gifted the surname of their like parent. Thus, when Aloisa was born, she was given Satine's surname, and when Robert was born, he was given Brian's surname.
Satine had a few contacts in the Muggle world, mostly friends of the family. Chloe West was a young wife who shared Satine's grocery schedule, and the two fell into friendship. Chloe's husband was a lawyer often away on business, and she was not the most faithful of wives. In the vernacular, she cheated on her husband.
Neither parent had so much as a drop of magic in their veins, but when Aingeal Crystal was born, she showed all the signs of being born with magic. Things danced without being touched and objects flew to her crib during her infrequent crying sessions. Freaked out, Chloe sought advice from her friend who had two children already. Satine recognized the signs of a Muggle-born witch, and offered to adopt the child, and raise her the way she needed to be raised.
Chloe agreed.
So Satine's brood of two grew to three overnight, with all three children showing signs of magic. A few years later, Brian Brian the Third would join them, and a few years after that, Aloisa would go to school.
It is not so important to know that Aloisa was Sorted in Ravenclaw, or that her wand was made of Birch. It is also not of note that Robert was Sorted in Slytherin, or that his wand was strikingly Ebony.
What does matter is that not long after Robert left on the Hogwarts Express for the first time with Aloisa, Crys was invited to meet a son of the House of Llewellyn. Kane Llewellyn was maybe a month older than Crys, and as ambitious as his father. In an effort to impress his new friend, Kane dragged Crys into one of the many heirloom storage cupboards.
Neither child had gone to be fitted for a wand at that point, and, to be honest, neither thought that picking up some of the old wands might have some horrible, horrible results. Both sets of parents might have had far less grief had they instructed their younger children on proper wand etiquette.
Kane picked up an Elder wand with a core of Erumpent hide that was supposed to have belonged to his Great-Great-Great-Grandfather, and nearly toppled the whole storage cupboard onto the explorers. Undeterred, they proceeded to almost kill each other in a mock duel and blast a hole through two floors with a particularly temperamental wand.
It was this incident, which resulted in a two-week stay at St. Mungo's, that instilled in Crys the necessity of respecting one's wand – and especially old wands. So when it came time to go to Diagon Alley in order to buy school supplies (many of Crys' things were from Aloisa, not because Satine and Brian were stingy, but because they held tradition. Even still, some things had to be purchased new.), Satine expected to find a wand for Crys at Ollivander's.
But it was while Crys was browsing a tiny secondhand shop absolutely stuffed with trinkets that she found her wand. The little shop had a few old wands scattered through the other wares – many of which were broken, out of date, or inaccurate. Crys had not yet gone to Ollivander's, having opted to go browse Diagon Alley with Robert while Aloisa was fitted with a new set of robes. When she laid her small hand on the wand, a warm sensation shot up her arm. Wrapping her fingers around the wood prompted a shooting of sparks, and actually lifting it filled the shop with a soft golden glow.
Crys had found her wand.
Of course, such an old, powerful, and unique wand made learning spells rather...intriguing. Her first year at Hogwarts saw her sorted into Hufflepuff, proving that loyalty can, in fact, outweigh ambition, and seemed to place her firmly in the middle of the pack. She was never the first student in class to master a new spell or charm, but her potions turned out decently more often than not.
Subsequent years, however, changed that. As she became more attuned to her wand, spells came more easily. She never did master something before her fellow students, but no longer did was she the fifteenth, either. The longer she practiced, the more powerful her spells became.
In her third year, she tried out for her House Quidditch team, and won the position of Beater while riding a Zephyrnado Mach Three, a broom just as old as she was. She won her place on the team for the next two years, until last year, year six, she was made Captain. She is still Captain this year, and still retains her position of Beater.
Fourth year revealed the corporeal manifestation of her Patronus – a horse. It took her nearly a month to master Expecto Patronum, but after two full years of practice, her fully formed Patronus began to appear each time she summons it.
Towards the end of her sixth year, Crys successfully morphed into her animagus shape – also that of a horse. But while her animagus form reflects her Irish ancestry, taking the specific form of an Irish Draught horse, her Patronus is more Arabic in nature. She is registered with the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Satine sent Crys to Hogwarts with a Great-Horned Owl named Calamity. Calamity has endured many spells, potions, and foul-weather deliveries, and does not seem to have lost his affection for Crys, but he is not the only animal who looks to Crys.
In the short time between manifesting her animagus form and leaving Hogwarts for the summer, Crys and Kane were practicing magic in a clear section just outside the Forbidden Forest. As the complexity of their spells escalated, Crys ended up as an animagus to prove a point to Kane, who at that time had not discovered his own form (that of a cunning trickster, the fox). After cavorting around Kane for a while, Crys ventured a little too close to the Forest.
She attracted the attentions of a unicorn stallion, and gained a chaperone for trips into the Forbidden Forest. She named him Croìgeal, which translates roughly to 'Bright Heart'. Croìgeal is not a tame unicorn by any definition, but he does seem to like Crys, even in her human form.
The "Real” you
Alias: Faerie
Disposable time: Depends on how busy school keeps me, but I try to stay as active as possible
Site you on which you found us: Google
Sample RP:
Care of Magical Creatures was not a class many of the older students continued to take. Some considered it a soft option, while others were simply too busy with their 'real' classes to take it as an extra-curricular. After all, what could they possibly learn in the last two years of their formal schooling that they hadn't learned in years three through five?
Rather a lot, Crys had discovered. She was one of the few who took N.E.W.T. level Care of Magical Creatures, and it was fascinating. For instance, unicorn hair was a particularly pervasive, if not the strongest, charm against Dark Magic. Although she had no use for such charms, being a regular companion of a unicorn, it was something that Professor Bennet had saved for her N.E.W.T level students.
Another interesting tidbit was that the rare Lethifold, a living cloak of death, could be repelled with a Patronus. Crys was rather proud of her Patronus, and could manifest a fully corporeal horse every time she cast it.
Crys tended to do very well in Care of Magical Creatures, which was what prompted today's activity. In her seventh year, as in her sixth, Crys had several 'free' periods that were supposed to be used for studying. And technically, this was studying, albeit in a more free form manner than her professors probably intended.
For today's study, she had lifted one of Kane's dragon sculptures. Her best friend had anatomically accurate representations of most of the world's dragon breeds, which he kept under his bed. This particular piece was a Hebridean Black, one of the two breeds of dragons that called the British Isles 'home.'
Her lab was the section of the Forbidden Forest the Care of Magical Creatures class occasionally visited. Theoretically, students were not allowed in the Forest, not without either the explicit permission or company of a professor. And, theoretically, Crys tended to follow the rules. She wasn't a brash Gryffindor, or a sly Slytherin (though Lady Llewellyn speculated that the only reason she landed in Hufflepuff as opposed to Slytherin is that her loyalty outweighs her ambition. She's probably right, because Crys would follow Kane in a heartbeat, regardless of what she wanted to do). But a horse animagus needed room to run, and that was understood.
So if a black mare occasionally disappeared into the edges of the Forest, it wasn't supposed to be a cause for concern. The Ministry had her registered, so even if she got into trouble in her animagus form, help could still be had if she could not transform back on her own.
If said mare happened to be harnessed with what looked like a student's school bag and falconry perch, well, so much the better. The Forbidden Forest was a good place to think in the afternoon, though the peace wasn't worth the danger on the full moon. It was also a good place to practice magic.
Calamity seemed to have a separate sense for detecting when Crys was outside, hence the perch. The Great-Horned Owl often came to watch her practice, though he hadn't arrived yet.
With her pilfered statuette settled in a mostly grass-less section, Crys raised her wand.
“Draconifors.”
Real dragons were impractical for class work, and impossibly dangerous. It took too many wizards just to stun one, much less control it, so the simply animation charm would have to suffice. As expected, it took a moment for her wand to emit the ball of flame that was the manifested charm. It engulfed the pewter figure, obscuring it from view for a few seconds.
When the fire cleared, a miniaturized Hebridean Black coughed fire into the dirt.
