Hogwarts
By kshi and Sarah
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Brothers Aerea Ravenswyrm (left) and Aeternus Ravenswyrm (right) in their school uniforms.
Aeternus Ravenswyrm (left) and Aerea Ravenswyrm (right) when they are older
✦Aerea Ravenswyrm✦
Aerea Argent Ravenswyrm
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 14 (Fourth year)
Wand: 10 inches, Phoenix Feather, Aspen wood
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pure-blood
Species: Human
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Frog Choir, Alchemy, Art
Familiar: male Barn Owl named Tyto
Pure-blood. Even though they are the strongest and greatest when it comes to magic and heritage, there are so many who look down upon them with hatred and spite. Aerea was never much of an exception. One word has always been the bane of his existence: Ravenswyrm. Oh how people hate the Ravenswyrm. His surname always proceeds him as the evil, vile pure-blood family whose disgusting practices include ‘child torture’ and ‘wizard duels to the death’. The former is merely an exaggeration. Though the children of that family are put through harsh, sometimes brutal, treatments, it is only a part of the training process. The latter, however, is a truth. The Ravenswyrms after all trace their roots to the Silver Spears, the most famous of all wizard duelist groups. But they do not always fight to the death. Often enough, they only fight till a contester is knocked unconscious or resigns. Only the most daring or those with something to prove will refuse to back down to their deaths. Having been groomed and ingrained in the teachings of duelists, Aerea does not see any of this as wrong, and so, takes it very hard when others who do not understand insist that it is. If he is proud about anything, it is his heritage. Aerea has within his possession as ostentatious of a life as a pure-blood family of high degree is expected to: a manor for a home, a long, twisted thing of a family tree, highlights and scribbles in history books, legacies, and ancestries, and of course, the pinnacle of many an expectation. He often feels overwhelmed by such, seeing a pedestal that his family is determined to put him on as something too far beyond his reach. He is often dwarfed by the glory his family is determined to keep. No. Desperately clinging to. In this age, dueling is frowned on. Dueling is killing. Dueling is murder. Oh heavens no, that we must bear witness to atrocities! But dueling is an honor bound source of fighting between learned and powerful wizards. Dueling is an act of high form. Dueling is a beautiful thing. That is all the family speaks of: them and their other friends who may also relate themselves to the Silver Spears. Aerea wants to become the greatest. Such is expected. That is the pinnacle he must reach. But fathoming such a monstrosity of an obelisk whose top exceeds the clouds is, as said, a fool’s errand. He must combat all in his presence. His friends. His family. His own older brother whom he has only ever seen as his idol. To be the best, he must oppose them. He could not allow that. To do that would break his heart, and it is barely sustained as it is. A duelist’s life is never fraught with relief, only strife. Training regimes are harsh. The instruction is strict. Perhaps only for Ravenswyrm circles, for their pride and honor bound codes are made of iron wills and blood stained wands. Thousands of ancestors spelled out their purpose in clear-cut fashion. And then the outside world pokes its noses in, judging and accusing without discerning. If it was not his own family hammering Aerea to be stronger, it was the rest of the world telling him to give it up. He was torn, and only his brother supported him. Not Aeternus. Aeternus tried, but Aeternus, though he loved Aerea, was seldom around. As the oldest child, he was away with his duties and his more rigorous works. There was a third brother. A brother born between the two. Abeo Ravenswyrm. Abeo was a perfect child on the outside and flawed as fool’s gold at heart. No one knew. No one but Aerea. Abeo loved and he liked to be loved in return. He was always trying to help. Always trying to reach out. He hid everything with a smile and was determined to make everyone smile too. He smiled even when his father’s mortal enemy came and used the forbidden curses on him. Just laughed and smiled and told Aerea everything would be okay. Then died. Just like that. A life stricken from the world in a fraction of a heartbeat. And every day after that unspeakable event, Area could see Thestrals. And not just the real ones, no. They terrified him and clawed their way into his nightmares. Sometimes, he even believed that he could hear Aeternus’ wand talking to him. His imagination threatened to destroy him. His own heart had failed him. He had not the strength of lions that his older brother possessed, nor the courage that Abeo did. He had lost it all watching his brother die. Aeternus and Aerea have only each other. The trio has become a duo, but there’s still this gaping pit between them that can’t ever be filled. They are not as close as they could be, even though their bond is still very strong. Aerea turns away from his brother more often than toward. His heart is shifting between two extremes: the broken down person he is, and the stone, cold thing he is slowly becoming. It seems the Sorting Hat chose well by placing Aerea in Slytherin, for the darkness, something foul, is circling Aerea like a panther in the night. And though Aeternus sometimes beats it back, he cannot always be there. And so, Aerea is more often than not, left to fight on alone. And he can’t. He cannot combat the darkness. Especially when the two brothers are separated over the summers. Aeternus goes off to learn of a duelist’s life, of his family’s duties and troubles and all other sorts. And Aerea is taken to learn something of loyalty. He was the third born, the one mostly ignored. At first, he was merely to become a duelist, one to fight against mindless wizarding foes. Aeternus was destined for greatness. Abeo was destined to be his brother’s guardian, defending Aeternus with his life. But now Aerea must fill that role. Now that Abeo is dead, the position is empty. It must be filled. So Aerea was thrown into a new life of even harsher, brutal training. He was taught spells he had never heard of before. Spells that could torture, maim, and kill. Spells that would protect the target he casts it on, but leave him exposed and vulnerable. And he was taught how to endure. On the outside, he builds his wall. His wall that can endure anything. On the inside, he crumbles away. Slowly. Like water at a rock. Aeternus barely recognizes him anymore. When they rejoined at the start of the school year, the change had been so great, Aeternus was actually frightened. But neither brings it up much. Certainly not to authorities. Who knows what their family would do if someone interfered with their work. It is the way things are, and if Aerea lets them shape him as they please, who is anyone to stop him?
Family Backstory
The Ravenswyrms are descendants of the Silver Spears: a renowned group of wizard duelists. The Ravenswyrms have prided themselves as being of the purest blood and retaining the old traditions of bloody and brutal wizard dueling, though they now keep it mostly to themselves as it is frowned upon. Their name continues to proceed them. The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands, hence why every one of the Ravenswyrms is determined that they only have aspen wood wands.
Aerea's Wand
Aspen wood: Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duelist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. Garrick Ollivander often found that aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.
Phoenix Feather: This is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.
Aerea was first presented with a Beech and a Blackthorn wand. Both almost chose him. His family was very, VERY relieved when the aspen wand chose him.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 14 (Fourth year)
Wand: 10 inches, Phoenix Feather, Aspen wood
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pure-blood
Species: Human
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Frog Choir, Alchemy, Art
Familiar: male Barn Owl named Tyto
Pure-blood. Even though they are the strongest and greatest when it comes to magic and heritage, there are so many who look down upon them with hatred and spite. Aerea was never much of an exception. One word has always been the bane of his existence: Ravenswyrm. Oh how people hate the Ravenswyrm. His surname always proceeds him as the evil, vile pure-blood family whose disgusting practices include ‘child torture’ and ‘wizard duels to the death’. The former is merely an exaggeration. Though the children of that family are put through harsh, sometimes brutal, treatments, it is only a part of the training process. The latter, however, is a truth. The Ravenswyrms after all trace their roots to the Silver Spears, the most famous of all wizard duelist groups. But they do not always fight to the death. Often enough, they only fight till a contester is knocked unconscious or resigns. Only the most daring or those with something to prove will refuse to back down to their deaths. Having been groomed and ingrained in the teachings of duelists, Aerea does not see any of this as wrong, and so, takes it very hard when others who do not understand insist that it is. If he is proud about anything, it is his heritage. Aerea has within his possession as ostentatious of a life as a pure-blood family of high degree is expected to: a manor for a home, a long, twisted thing of a family tree, highlights and scribbles in history books, legacies, and ancestries, and of course, the pinnacle of many an expectation. He often feels overwhelmed by such, seeing a pedestal that his family is determined to put him on as something too far beyond his reach. He is often dwarfed by the glory his family is determined to keep. No. Desperately clinging to. In this age, dueling is frowned on. Dueling is killing. Dueling is murder. Oh heavens no, that we must bear witness to atrocities! But dueling is an honor bound source of fighting between learned and powerful wizards. Dueling is an act of high form. Dueling is a beautiful thing. That is all the family speaks of: them and their other friends who may also relate themselves to the Silver Spears. Aerea wants to become the greatest. Such is expected. That is the pinnacle he must reach. But fathoming such a monstrosity of an obelisk whose top exceeds the clouds is, as said, a fool’s errand. He must combat all in his presence. His friends. His family. His own older brother whom he has only ever seen as his idol. To be the best, he must oppose them. He could not allow that. To do that would break his heart, and it is barely sustained as it is. A duelist’s life is never fraught with relief, only strife. Training regimes are harsh. The instruction is strict. Perhaps only for Ravenswyrm circles, for their pride and honor bound codes are made of iron wills and blood stained wands. Thousands of ancestors spelled out their purpose in clear-cut fashion. And then the outside world pokes its noses in, judging and accusing without discerning. If it was not his own family hammering Aerea to be stronger, it was the rest of the world telling him to give it up. He was torn, and only his brother supported him. Not Aeternus. Aeternus tried, but Aeternus, though he loved Aerea, was seldom around. As the oldest child, he was away with his duties and his more rigorous works. There was a third brother. A brother born between the two. Abeo Ravenswyrm. Abeo was a perfect child on the outside and flawed as fool’s gold at heart. No one knew. No one but Aerea. Abeo loved and he liked to be loved in return. He was always trying to help. Always trying to reach out. He hid everything with a smile and was determined to make everyone smile too. He smiled even when his father’s mortal enemy came and used the forbidden curses on him. Just laughed and smiled and told Aerea everything would be okay. Then died. Just like that. A life stricken from the world in a fraction of a heartbeat. And every day after that unspeakable event, Area could see Thestrals. And not just the real ones, no. They terrified him and clawed their way into his nightmares. Sometimes, he even believed that he could hear Aeternus’ wand talking to him. His imagination threatened to destroy him. His own heart had failed him. He had not the strength of lions that his older brother possessed, nor the courage that Abeo did. He had lost it all watching his brother die. Aeternus and Aerea have only each other. The trio has become a duo, but there’s still this gaping pit between them that can’t ever be filled. They are not as close as they could be, even though their bond is still very strong. Aerea turns away from his brother more often than toward. His heart is shifting between two extremes: the broken down person he is, and the stone, cold thing he is slowly becoming. It seems the Sorting Hat chose well by placing Aerea in Slytherin, for the darkness, something foul, is circling Aerea like a panther in the night. And though Aeternus sometimes beats it back, he cannot always be there. And so, Aerea is more often than not, left to fight on alone. And he can’t. He cannot combat the darkness. Especially when the two brothers are separated over the summers. Aeternus goes off to learn of a duelist’s life, of his family’s duties and troubles and all other sorts. And Aerea is taken to learn something of loyalty. He was the third born, the one mostly ignored. At first, he was merely to become a duelist, one to fight against mindless wizarding foes. Aeternus was destined for greatness. Abeo was destined to be his brother’s guardian, defending Aeternus with his life. But now Aerea must fill that role. Now that Abeo is dead, the position is empty. It must be filled. So Aerea was thrown into a new life of even harsher, brutal training. He was taught spells he had never heard of before. Spells that could torture, maim, and kill. Spells that would protect the target he casts it on, but leave him exposed and vulnerable. And he was taught how to endure. On the outside, he builds his wall. His wall that can endure anything. On the inside, he crumbles away. Slowly. Like water at a rock. Aeternus barely recognizes him anymore. When they rejoined at the start of the school year, the change had been so great, Aeternus was actually frightened. But neither brings it up much. Certainly not to authorities. Who knows what their family would do if someone interfered with their work. It is the way things are, and if Aerea lets them shape him as they please, who is anyone to stop him?
Family Backstory
The Ravenswyrms are descendants of the Silver Spears: a renowned group of wizard duelists. The Ravenswyrms have prided themselves as being of the purest blood and retaining the old traditions of bloody and brutal wizard dueling, though they now keep it mostly to themselves as it is frowned upon. Their name continues to proceed them. The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands, hence why every one of the Ravenswyrms is determined that they only have aspen wood wands.
Aerea's Wand
Aspen wood: Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duelist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. Garrick Ollivander often found that aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.
Phoenix Feather: This is one of the rarest core types. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn hair or dragon heartstring cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.
Aerea was first presented with a Beech and a Blackthorn wand. Both almost chose him. His family was very, VERY relieved when the aspen wand chose him.
✦Aeternus Ravenswyrm✦
Aeternus Semper Ravenswyrm
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 16 (Sixth Year)
Wand: 9 inches, Thestral Tail Hair, Aspen wood
House: Gryffindor
Blood status: Pure-blood
Species: Human
Male
Student
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Xylomancy, Study of Ancient Runes
Familiar: male Snowy Owl named Frost
Aeternus is a very outgoing young man. He can be a bit loud, but he is not obnoxious. He likes keeping just a small circle of friends, but he is not afraid of social settings at all. He feels comfortable both in crowds and totally alone. As the eldest son in the Ravenswyrm family, he has had a lot of responsibility thrown on him from a young age. He gets overwhelmed by it all sometimes and often goes on walks to clear his head. He is easily stressed by things, but is determined to see them through rather than procrastinate, as putting things off got him nothing but trouble. He resents his family for how broken they became after Abeo's death. While they always had some (outside-looking-in) "messed up" traditions and trainings, they became even worse when Abeo was murdered. He saw the aftermath of what they did to Aerea, and he barely knows his brother anymore. He doesn't know how to help, and this helplessness drives him mad. He knows his family is untouchable thanks to their power and status in society. So he is alone in trying to get his brother any help. Though bonded by blood and the heart, they have grown very distant of late, something that also distresses him greatly. Aeternus is often described as handsome and 'smug'. He has quite the following of "fan-girls" that he consistently runs away from. His best friends are Zachiel Fallon and Everhart Ahlgrim. They are seldom seen apart and get into all kinds of shenanigans. Aeternus loves Defense Against the Dark Arts and also studies Dark Arts. He is always practicing his spells when not doing homework or bumming with his bros. He is never really worried about the future for himself as he knows he is going to be a duelist and inherit his father's wealth, but he often worries for his brother. Still, he puts on a brave face. He is willing to admit his mistakes and tries his hardest to learn from them. His greatest flaw is his inability to face his deepest fears. He decides not to ever address them. Hence why he is so lax on confronting the damages wrought on his brother.
Family Backstory
The Ravenswyrms are descendants of the Silver Spears: a renowned group of wizard duelists. The Ravenswyrms have prided themselves as being of the purest blood and retaining the old traditions of bloody and brutal wizard dueling, though they now keep it mostly to themselves as it is frowned upon. Their name continues to proceed them. The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands, hence why every one of the Ravenswyrms is determined that they only have aspen wood wands.
Aeternus' Wand
Aspen wood: Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duelist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. Garrick Ollivander often found that aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.
Thestral Tail Hair: Not much is known about the core except it is very unstable. The most popular wand to possess a Thestral tail hair is the Elder Wand of legend. The wand had very unique properties and could do incredible magic. However, it is not determined that the core was what allowed these abilities.
Aeternus was presented with nearly every wand in the shop and was completely rejected by all. After much grumbling and hair pulling, the wandmaker retrieved his wands from storage. Once in his hand, this wand immediately reacted. No one knows what the significance of this is.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 16 (Sixth Year)
Wand: 9 inches, Thestral Tail Hair, Aspen wood
House: Gryffindor
Blood status: Pure-blood
Species: Human
Male
Student
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Xylomancy, Study of Ancient Runes
Familiar: male Snowy Owl named Frost
Aeternus is a very outgoing young man. He can be a bit loud, but he is not obnoxious. He likes keeping just a small circle of friends, but he is not afraid of social settings at all. He feels comfortable both in crowds and totally alone. As the eldest son in the Ravenswyrm family, he has had a lot of responsibility thrown on him from a young age. He gets overwhelmed by it all sometimes and often goes on walks to clear his head. He is easily stressed by things, but is determined to see them through rather than procrastinate, as putting things off got him nothing but trouble. He resents his family for how broken they became after Abeo's death. While they always had some (outside-looking-in) "messed up" traditions and trainings, they became even worse when Abeo was murdered. He saw the aftermath of what they did to Aerea, and he barely knows his brother anymore. He doesn't know how to help, and this helplessness drives him mad. He knows his family is untouchable thanks to their power and status in society. So he is alone in trying to get his brother any help. Though bonded by blood and the heart, they have grown very distant of late, something that also distresses him greatly. Aeternus is often described as handsome and 'smug'. He has quite the following of "fan-girls" that he consistently runs away from. His best friends are Zachiel Fallon and Everhart Ahlgrim. They are seldom seen apart and get into all kinds of shenanigans. Aeternus loves Defense Against the Dark Arts and also studies Dark Arts. He is always practicing his spells when not doing homework or bumming with his bros. He is never really worried about the future for himself as he knows he is going to be a duelist and inherit his father's wealth, but he often worries for his brother. Still, he puts on a brave face. He is willing to admit his mistakes and tries his hardest to learn from them. His greatest flaw is his inability to face his deepest fears. He decides not to ever address them. Hence why he is so lax on confronting the damages wrought on his brother.
Family Backstory
The Ravenswyrms are descendants of the Silver Spears: a renowned group of wizard duelists. The Ravenswyrms have prided themselves as being of the purest blood and retaining the old traditions of bloody and brutal wizard dueling, though they now keep it mostly to themselves as it is frowned upon. Their name continues to proceed them. The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands, hence why every one of the Ravenswyrms is determined that they only have aspen wood wands.
Aeternus' Wand
Aspen wood: Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duelist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. Garrick Ollivander often found that aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.
Thestral Tail Hair: Not much is known about the core except it is very unstable. The most popular wand to possess a Thestral tail hair is the Elder Wand of legend. The wand had very unique properties and could do incredible magic. However, it is not determined that the core was what allowed these abilities.
Aeternus was presented with nearly every wand in the shop and was completely rejected by all. After much grumbling and hair pulling, the wandmaker retrieved his wands from storage. Once in his hand, this wand immediately reacted. No one knows what the significance of this is.
✦Everhart Ahlgrim✦
Everhart Goddard Ulbrecht Ahlgrim
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 17 (Seventh Year)
Wand: 11 inches, Thestral Tail Hair, Cypress wood
House: Gryffindor
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human / Animagus of a boar
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Ghoul Studies, Xylomancy
Familiar: a dwarf Angoran she-cat named Dragon
Everhart Ahlgrim is a Seventh Year at Hogwarts. He is considered 'rather handsome' by quite the population, and his soft smile only enhances that. He has calico colored hair, seal at the roots, red in the middle, and fading to gold at the ends. He keeps it rather short. His eyes are a brilliant green. Not quite like emeralds, more like spring leaves under a sun. His skin is fair and marred with horrible scars, all over his face, arms, back, body: everywhere. He is a boar animagus. His parents taught him how to turn to animagus from a very young age. He had it mastered by the age of twelve. When he first came to Hogwarts and people discovered his form, they called him "piggy" and "squealer" and all sorts of things. He just let's it go. Everhart was a very awkward, malformed child thanks to a werewolf attack, and most people avoided him. As he grew up, he became more handsome, even though the scars detract from his appearance, especially in his face. A lot of the girls that swarm him, Zach, and Aeternus tend to think they are 'cool'. He thinks nothing of the sort and hates references to these scars. It is still a traumatizing memory for him, and he still suffers horrible PTSD because of it. Everhart had two wands in his possession. His first wand he acquired when he was ten years old. It was eleven inches, made of blackthorn wood, and had a core of thestral tail hair. He acquired it at a German wand making shop that gave him the creeps. The wand was one of twenty that he tried. The wandmaker had gone back to the closet to find yet another wand, and Everhart perused the tables till he saw a rather pretty and dark wand. When he neared it, it shook. Curious, he picked it up. And immediately, things in the room began to levitate and swirl around. His father, grim faced as usual, demanded to know more about it. Blackthorn is a warrior's wood, and like a blackthorn bush that must endure extreme cold to produce the sweetest berries, so the wand must pass through terrible hardship to bond to its owner. It seemed to have chosen the right person. Off the grid and away from prying eyes, Everhart was put through the most graphic of tortures as his parents trained him rough and experimented on him magically in the hopes of creating a better fighter to combat the growing werewolf threat that plagued Western Germany. As his parents were werewolf hunters, they saw it as their sole duty and purpose: to drive out the weres. But they underestimated their foes once, and once was all it took. When he was fourteen, the werewolves attacked him. To make a statement to his family, they beat him, mauled him, and left him for dead. His family retaliated. It was not enough. Seeing that their point was not made, the werewolves came to the house and slaughtered everyone inside. Everhart and his aunt were the only survivors, though she died in the hospital from complications from her injuries a month later. The healers tried their hardest, but much of the scarring was to severe for magic to cure. Everhart's England-living relatives were contacted, and they sent him there where he was treated at St. Mungoes. When he recovered enough to be coherent, he found his wand was gone. Then he remembered it being destroyed by the werewolves during the fight. It was the only thing that ever gave him some sort of comfort. It was the only thing he ever trusted. And now it was gone. When he was recovered, he went to live with his uncle and aunt. A few weeks later, he was invited to attend Hogwarts. Testing proved he had enough knowledge to enter as a fourth year (as he was fourteen at the time) thanks to rigorous academic study from his parents. As per necessity, he had to purchase a new wand. His second wand, to everyone's surprise, also had a Thestral Tail hair. After a little digging, the wandmaker discovered the wands to be brothers. This second wand was a cypress wood. Such wands are of nobility and the self-sacrificing, the bold, the brave. They are the weapons of those who die heroic deaths. But unlike its typical possessors, it chose a boy who was afraid of himself and his circumstances. At the time, Everhart had hardly the strength to sleep at night or rise in the morning. Every day was a struggle. He was always wracked with nightmares and misery and pain. But the wand knew who he was deep down inside, even if Everhart could not see it. So he trusted in his wand despite himself, and they have become very close. Now at seventeen, through much struggle, Everhart has come to realize his true self. He is a protector of the weak, a companion of the strong. He has a true and noble heart, and a hope for a brighter future.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 17 (Seventh Year)
Wand: 11 inches, Thestral Tail Hair, Cypress wood
House: Gryffindor
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human / Animagus of a boar
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, Ghoul Studies, Xylomancy
Familiar: a dwarf Angoran she-cat named Dragon
Everhart Ahlgrim is a Seventh Year at Hogwarts. He is considered 'rather handsome' by quite the population, and his soft smile only enhances that. He has calico colored hair, seal at the roots, red in the middle, and fading to gold at the ends. He keeps it rather short. His eyes are a brilliant green. Not quite like emeralds, more like spring leaves under a sun. His skin is fair and marred with horrible scars, all over his face, arms, back, body: everywhere. He is a boar animagus. His parents taught him how to turn to animagus from a very young age. He had it mastered by the age of twelve. When he first came to Hogwarts and people discovered his form, they called him "piggy" and "squealer" and all sorts of things. He just let's it go. Everhart was a very awkward, malformed child thanks to a werewolf attack, and most people avoided him. As he grew up, he became more handsome, even though the scars detract from his appearance, especially in his face. A lot of the girls that swarm him, Zach, and Aeternus tend to think they are 'cool'. He thinks nothing of the sort and hates references to these scars. It is still a traumatizing memory for him, and he still suffers horrible PTSD because of it. Everhart had two wands in his possession. His first wand he acquired when he was ten years old. It was eleven inches, made of blackthorn wood, and had a core of thestral tail hair. He acquired it at a German wand making shop that gave him the creeps. The wand was one of twenty that he tried. The wandmaker had gone back to the closet to find yet another wand, and Everhart perused the tables till he saw a rather pretty and dark wand. When he neared it, it shook. Curious, he picked it up. And immediately, things in the room began to levitate and swirl around. His father, grim faced as usual, demanded to know more about it. Blackthorn is a warrior's wood, and like a blackthorn bush that must endure extreme cold to produce the sweetest berries, so the wand must pass through terrible hardship to bond to its owner. It seemed to have chosen the right person. Off the grid and away from prying eyes, Everhart was put through the most graphic of tortures as his parents trained him rough and experimented on him magically in the hopes of creating a better fighter to combat the growing werewolf threat that plagued Western Germany. As his parents were werewolf hunters, they saw it as their sole duty and purpose: to drive out the weres. But they underestimated their foes once, and once was all it took. When he was fourteen, the werewolves attacked him. To make a statement to his family, they beat him, mauled him, and left him for dead. His family retaliated. It was not enough. Seeing that their point was not made, the werewolves came to the house and slaughtered everyone inside. Everhart and his aunt were the only survivors, though she died in the hospital from complications from her injuries a month later. The healers tried their hardest, but much of the scarring was to severe for magic to cure. Everhart's England-living relatives were contacted, and they sent him there where he was treated at St. Mungoes. When he recovered enough to be coherent, he found his wand was gone. Then he remembered it being destroyed by the werewolves during the fight. It was the only thing that ever gave him some sort of comfort. It was the only thing he ever trusted. And now it was gone. When he was recovered, he went to live with his uncle and aunt. A few weeks later, he was invited to attend Hogwarts. Testing proved he had enough knowledge to enter as a fourth year (as he was fourteen at the time) thanks to rigorous academic study from his parents. As per necessity, he had to purchase a new wand. His second wand, to everyone's surprise, also had a Thestral Tail hair. After a little digging, the wandmaker discovered the wands to be brothers. This second wand was a cypress wood. Such wands are of nobility and the self-sacrificing, the bold, the brave. They are the weapons of those who die heroic deaths. But unlike its typical possessors, it chose a boy who was afraid of himself and his circumstances. At the time, Everhart had hardly the strength to sleep at night or rise in the morning. Every day was a struggle. He was always wracked with nightmares and misery and pain. But the wand knew who he was deep down inside, even if Everhart could not see it. So he trusted in his wand despite himself, and they have become very close. Now at seventeen, through much struggle, Everhart has come to realize his true self. He is a protector of the weak, a companion of the strong. He has a true and noble heart, and a hope for a brighter future.
✦Tancred Vanye✦
Tancred Vanye
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 15 (Fifth Year)
Wand: 8 inches, Chimera Scale Fragment core, Hazel wood
House: Ravenclaw
Blood status: hard-to-say
Species: Half-veela, Fourth-giant
Male
Classes:
Strange and quite hard to comprehend, Tancred Vanye is one of a kind in the house of Ravenclaw. To be sure he was quite well placed, being a very loyal young man and an astounding student, but there are some differences between him and his fellow house members. For one, he has terrible, often violent mood swings. Some say he is bipolar, which is probably true but his family never found out. He also suffers from some kind of memory loss and usually has to write things down in order to remember. He has impressive creative abilities: singing and poetry. He’s always writing, memorizing, or reciting poetry. And as for his singing… well where to begin. His mother was a Veela and his father was a half giant. It’s obvious now where his beauty and singing talent comes from, as well as the reason why he’s tall for his age. He won’t ever get to be as tall as a half giant, but he’ll be a good inches higher than an average man. And that brings up another point: his beauty. Normally male half-Veela are unheard of, as Veela are primarily female, but it’s true, he is one of them. He has pale blonde hair, almost white, and it stands up rather than lies flat. His eyes are bright silver that seem to shine. He has pale, flawless skin, inhumanly pale to the point that it’s almost unreal. Like the Veela, he has gained some of their abilities, though they are very mild and haven’t really fully come to be in him. When angry, he can shoot fire from his hands, but this inner magic drains him considerably and he becomes quite tired very fast afterwards. He can’t quite sprout wings yet, like other Veela can when angry, and many doubt he will be able to. After all, he’s not female. He can be very protective though, and seeing people hurt can throw him into a frenzy very quickly, one with fury enough to match the Veela. This is only a part of Tancred’s entirety, for there are many secrets that he holds that have not quite been discovered.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 15 (Fifth Year)
Wand: 8 inches, Chimera Scale Fragment core, Hazel wood
House: Ravenclaw
Blood status: hard-to-say
Species: Half-veela, Fourth-giant
Male
Classes:
Strange and quite hard to comprehend, Tancred Vanye is one of a kind in the house of Ravenclaw. To be sure he was quite well placed, being a very loyal young man and an astounding student, but there are some differences between him and his fellow house members. For one, he has terrible, often violent mood swings. Some say he is bipolar, which is probably true but his family never found out. He also suffers from some kind of memory loss and usually has to write things down in order to remember. He has impressive creative abilities: singing and poetry. He’s always writing, memorizing, or reciting poetry. And as for his singing… well where to begin. His mother was a Veela and his father was a half giant. It’s obvious now where his beauty and singing talent comes from, as well as the reason why he’s tall for his age. He won’t ever get to be as tall as a half giant, but he’ll be a good inches higher than an average man. And that brings up another point: his beauty. Normally male half-Veela are unheard of, as Veela are primarily female, but it’s true, he is one of them. He has pale blonde hair, almost white, and it stands up rather than lies flat. His eyes are bright silver that seem to shine. He has pale, flawless skin, inhumanly pale to the point that it’s almost unreal. Like the Veela, he has gained some of their abilities, though they are very mild and haven’t really fully come to be in him. When angry, he can shoot fire from his hands, but this inner magic drains him considerably and he becomes quite tired very fast afterwards. He can’t quite sprout wings yet, like other Veela can when angry, and many doubt he will be able to. After all, he’s not female. He can be very protective though, and seeing people hurt can throw him into a frenzy very quickly, one with fury enough to match the Veela. This is only a part of Tancred’s entirety, for there are many secrets that he holds that have not quite been discovered.
✦Cycnus Malfoy✦
Cycnus Lucius Malfoy
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 13 (Third Year)
Wand:
House: Hufflepuff
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Male
Classes:
Named after the Trojan hero Cycnus. His name literally means swan. His mother decided to name him this for his extremely fair complexion, and as a hopeful self-fulfillment that he would one day come to great power, invulnerability, and the might to slay a thousand.
Of course, what they got instead was something entirely different.
Cycnus was always very bright, cheery, and inquisitive. He was always fascinated with and one to be associated with muggles. He loves adventures and stories and playing make believe. He is very honest and determined, loyal, and reliable in a pinch. His self-sacrificing can be detrimental to him, but he really does care. A lot.
He was placed in Hufflepuff when he turned eleven, and at that point, his family flipped their tables and vowed never to talk about it ever again.
When not at Hogwarts, his parents try to push him towards being the cunning, dark seeds they are, but he really does not have that capacity.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 13 (Third Year)
Wand:
House: Hufflepuff
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Male
Classes:
Named after the Trojan hero Cycnus. His name literally means swan. His mother decided to name him this for his extremely fair complexion, and as a hopeful self-fulfillment that he would one day come to great power, invulnerability, and the might to slay a thousand.
Of course, what they got instead was something entirely different.
Cycnus was always very bright, cheery, and inquisitive. He was always fascinated with and one to be associated with muggles. He loves adventures and stories and playing make believe. He is very honest and determined, loyal, and reliable in a pinch. His self-sacrificing can be detrimental to him, but he really does care. A lot.
He was placed in Hufflepuff when he turned eleven, and at that point, his family flipped their tables and vowed never to talk about it ever again.
When not at Hogwarts, his parents try to push him towards being the cunning, dark seeds they are, but he really does not have that capacity.
✦Lester Bartleby✦
Lester Martin Bartleby
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 11 (First Year)
Wand:
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Male
Classes:
Familiar: a fat, old frog named Poogle
Description
Personality
Wand
History
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 11 (First Year)
Wand:
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Male
Classes:
Familiar: a fat, old frog named Poogle
Description
Personality
Wand
History
✦Septime Chappelle✦
Septime Jacques Chappelle
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 27
Wand:
House: Faculty
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Male
Librarian
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 27
Wand:
House: Faculty
Blood status: Pureblood
Species: Human
Male
Librarian
✦Isaac Castle✦
Isaac Olivier Castle
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 11 (First Year)
Wand: 9 inches, Snidget Feather core, Hawthorn wood
House: Ravenclaw
Blood status: Pure Blood
Species: Human
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, and Flying
Isaac's mother may be a professor, but he does not feel like he gets special treatment or that he should detest her in any way. Kids will be kids and say what they want. He just loves his mother very much. he tried to give her a hug every day. There's always a smile on his face, despite whatever may be happening to him besides. He is a very studious kid and a proud Ravenclaw. He wants to make his mother proud, but he feels no pressure or extreme obligation. he lives mostly carefree, knowing that his mother loves him no matter what, and that he needs to be proud in himself for his own sake. He is the target of a lot of bullying, but most people keep quiet about it, lest the Head of Ravenclaw unleash her fury. Isaac is very introverted and keeps himself closed off to everyone. He prefers books and animals to people, and keeps a plethora of both kinds around him. He only seems to be confident and happy when he's alone or not at school or using magic. He finds magic fascinating, even though it has been rather commonplace in his life. The littlest things can bring awestruck wonder to his face. He seems so innocent, but he is not untainted by the world and its hardships. He never acts spoiled or stupid, though he can sometimes be gullible. A lot of kids think otherwise because he is a teacher's kid. They don't seem to understand that being a teacher's son does not equal all the pleasures of life.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 11 (First Year)
Wand: 9 inches, Snidget Feather core, Hawthorn wood
House: Ravenclaw
Blood status: Pure Blood
Species: Human
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, and Flying
Isaac's mother may be a professor, but he does not feel like he gets special treatment or that he should detest her in any way. Kids will be kids and say what they want. He just loves his mother very much. he tried to give her a hug every day. There's always a smile on his face, despite whatever may be happening to him besides. He is a very studious kid and a proud Ravenclaw. He wants to make his mother proud, but he feels no pressure or extreme obligation. he lives mostly carefree, knowing that his mother loves him no matter what, and that he needs to be proud in himself for his own sake. He is the target of a lot of bullying, but most people keep quiet about it, lest the Head of Ravenclaw unleash her fury. Isaac is very introverted and keeps himself closed off to everyone. He prefers books and animals to people, and keeps a plethora of both kinds around him. He only seems to be confident and happy when he's alone or not at school or using magic. He finds magic fascinating, even though it has been rather commonplace in his life. The littlest things can bring awestruck wonder to his face. He seems so innocent, but he is not untainted by the world and its hardships. He never acts spoiled or stupid, though he can sometimes be gullible. A lot of kids think otherwise because he is a teacher's kid. They don't seem to understand that being a teacher's son does not equal all the pleasures of life.
Puck Paravel
Puck Erwin Paravel
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 11 (First Year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Gryffindor
Blood status: Muggle Born
Species: Human
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, and Flying
This little first year is eleven years old. He has chestnut brown hair cut short with a fringe that gets in his eyes all the time, and his big, wondering eyes are a soft, woodsy brown. Puck Paravel is a slight, sickly boy who is always weak from something and much smaller than his peers. He always has this vulnerability about him that turns people off rather than makes anyone want to reach out. He seems pretty quiet but inquisitive. He is always playing with some odd doohickey or other that he found supposedly lying around. Even though people shy away, all things strange and quite possibly dangerous tend to be sucked towards. He's like a black hole for anything magical. He never seems to remember where he gets these things. Either he suffers from short term memory, which is unlikely, or he's just very spacey, which seems quite likely. Puck is very playful by nature, but he likes playing by himself. He's so socially awkward and inept that it's almost painful trying to get him to interact with anybody. Plenty of people think there is something mental going wrong, but there isn't. Not really. Puck was Muggle born. His parents had fallen off Wizard radar due to their extreme reservation from their wizardly lineages that they had all but faded into obscurity. His parents were not married. His father was just some no-good drunk that his mother slept with to pay off rent checks. She did not want Puck, but she did not want an abortion either. When Puck was three, one of her nightly visitors got a little too drunk and was really quite mean to Puck for no good reason. So Puck said the one thing that came to mind. And killed him. Saying Avada Kedavra is not something that goes unnoticed by anyone, not even if it's spoken in jest. When people in pointy hats came knocking on the door, his mother went into quite a rage. She was already quite upset that her bedmate had dropped dead for no reason, and now some very bizarre social workers were knocking at her door? Unthinkable. So she packed a suitcase and drove off, but the wizards were not about to abandon the poor boy, especially if he started Avada Kedavra-ing people all over creation. They eventually caught up and drove every thought and memory of Puck from his mother's mind. It would just be easier on her in the long run. Then they had Puck placed in a foster system where he bounced from house to house until he was eleven. Then he was scooped up and taken off to Hogwarts. And here he is. Strange, sick little Puck. He has no real respect for wizards in general, especially those in positions of power. Seeing as if they really did care about his well being, they could have at least tried to put him with a nice family, not more washed up sots as dense as his mother and twice as foul for the past eight years of his life. Even now he lives with a rather vile Muggle man, who, though not physically abusive, is definitely not lacking in other abusive departments. But Puck just tolerates it now, seeing as he can avoid the man for the majority of the year, and he will still get his money from the system to satisfy his addictions. Puck plays the insignificant loner child very well, but maybe one day, he won't be able to anymore.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 11 (First Year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Gryffindor
Blood status: Muggle Born
Species: Human
Male
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms, and Flying
This little first year is eleven years old. He has chestnut brown hair cut short with a fringe that gets in his eyes all the time, and his big, wondering eyes are a soft, woodsy brown. Puck Paravel is a slight, sickly boy who is always weak from something and much smaller than his peers. He always has this vulnerability about him that turns people off rather than makes anyone want to reach out. He seems pretty quiet but inquisitive. He is always playing with some odd doohickey or other that he found supposedly lying around. Even though people shy away, all things strange and quite possibly dangerous tend to be sucked towards. He's like a black hole for anything magical. He never seems to remember where he gets these things. Either he suffers from short term memory, which is unlikely, or he's just very spacey, which seems quite likely. Puck is very playful by nature, but he likes playing by himself. He's so socially awkward and inept that it's almost painful trying to get him to interact with anybody. Plenty of people think there is something mental going wrong, but there isn't. Not really. Puck was Muggle born. His parents had fallen off Wizard radar due to their extreme reservation from their wizardly lineages that they had all but faded into obscurity. His parents were not married. His father was just some no-good drunk that his mother slept with to pay off rent checks. She did not want Puck, but she did not want an abortion either. When Puck was three, one of her nightly visitors got a little too drunk and was really quite mean to Puck for no good reason. So Puck said the one thing that came to mind. And killed him. Saying Avada Kedavra is not something that goes unnoticed by anyone, not even if it's spoken in jest. When people in pointy hats came knocking on the door, his mother went into quite a rage. She was already quite upset that her bedmate had dropped dead for no reason, and now some very bizarre social workers were knocking at her door? Unthinkable. So she packed a suitcase and drove off, but the wizards were not about to abandon the poor boy, especially if he started Avada Kedavra-ing people all over creation. They eventually caught up and drove every thought and memory of Puck from his mother's mind. It would just be easier on her in the long run. Then they had Puck placed in a foster system where he bounced from house to house until he was eleven. Then he was scooped up and taken off to Hogwarts. And here he is. Strange, sick little Puck. He has no real respect for wizards in general, especially those in positions of power. Seeing as if they really did care about his well being, they could have at least tried to put him with a nice family, not more washed up sots as dense as his mother and twice as foul for the past eight years of his life. Even now he lives with a rather vile Muggle man, who, though not physically abusive, is definitely not lacking in other abusive departments. But Puck just tolerates it now, seeing as he can avoid the man for the majority of the year, and he will still get his money from the system to satisfy his addictions. Puck plays the insignificant loner child very well, but maybe one day, he won't be able to anymore.
Laertes Phoenix
Laertes Achille Phoenix
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 12 (Second Year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pure-Blood
Species: Human
Male
Classes:
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 12 (Second Year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pure-Blood
Species: Human
Male
Classes:
teachers - 2
hufflepuff - 9
slytherin - 14
ravenclaw - 11
gryffindor - 7
I am actually fine with these numbers. It is hard to find raven and huffle pics since gryf and slyth are the most popular. yah, I got a lot of slyths, but that's expected.
I am not going to be using ALL these pics. A lot of them I merely added just so I could have a collection. If you want one, lemme know. I will let you know if I have plans for them or not.
hufflepuff - 9
slytherin - 14
ravenclaw - 11
gryffindor - 7
I am actually fine with these numbers. It is hard to find raven and huffle pics since gryf and slyth are the most popular. yah, I got a lot of slyths, but that's expected.
I am not going to be using ALL these pics. A lot of them I merely added just so I could have a collection. If you want one, lemme know. I will let you know if I have plans for them or not.
✦Elise Porkedespyne✦
Elise Bernadette Porkedespyne
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 12 (First Year)
Wand: 9 inches, Dragon Heartstring , Maple wood
House: Hufflepuff
Blood status: Pure-blood (but not pure of line)
Species: Human
Female
Student
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts,Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms,and Flying
Familiar: A porcupine named Frodo.
Elise is such an adventurous little girl. She's always off doing her own thing. Sometimes, she even misses her classes cause she's too busy trying to have a tea party with the Whomping Willow or catching frogs by the lake. Her favorite person ever is the gamekeeper. She loves animals of all shapes and sizes, and hopes to be an animal caretaker when she grows up. Specifically magical creatures of course. She often brings books on dragons and things to class instead of her actual textbooks. Her favorite story is about a squirrel warrior who fights a gang of evil crows. This little scamp is almost never shiny clean. There's always mud on her nose or grass in her hair. She sometimes stumbles into class barefoot because she forgot her shoes. The teachers are often very flustered by her, but she has a heart of gold and a desire to be the best, even if she has trouble with that. She will always be a kid at heart. Elise Porkedespyne is twelve years old. She has a slender build, but she's big boned, so she's a little bigger looking. She has big, wondrous amber eyes and long, breezy ginger hair. She often wears something crazy and colorful along with her uniform. Sometimes she just wears play clothes and hides her lack of a uniform under her black robe.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 12 (First Year)
Wand: 9 inches, Dragon Heartstring , Maple wood
House: Hufflepuff
Blood status: Pure-blood (but not pure of line)
Species: Human
Female
Student
Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts,Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Charms,and Flying
Familiar: A porcupine named Frodo.
Elise is such an adventurous little girl. She's always off doing her own thing. Sometimes, she even misses her classes cause she's too busy trying to have a tea party with the Whomping Willow or catching frogs by the lake. Her favorite person ever is the gamekeeper. She loves animals of all shapes and sizes, and hopes to be an animal caretaker when she grows up. Specifically magical creatures of course. She often brings books on dragons and things to class instead of her actual textbooks. Her favorite story is about a squirrel warrior who fights a gang of evil crows. This little scamp is almost never shiny clean. There's always mud on her nose or grass in her hair. She sometimes stumbles into class barefoot because she forgot her shoes. The teachers are often very flustered by her, but she has a heart of gold and a desire to be the best, even if she has trouble with that. She will always be a kid at heart. Elise Porkedespyne is twelve years old. She has a slender build, but she's big boned, so she's a little bigger looking. She has big, wondrous amber eyes and long, breezy ginger hair. She often wears something crazy and colorful along with her uniform. Sometimes she just wears play clothes and hides her lack of a uniform under her black robe.
✦Kafka Sedlak✦
Kafka Milan Sedlak
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 17 (Sixth year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Ravenclaw
Blood status: Half-blood
Species: Human
Male
Student
Classes:
Familiar: A very mean raven named Halo.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 17 (Sixth year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Ravenclaw
Blood status: Half-blood
Species: Human
Male
Student
Classes:
Familiar: A very mean raven named Halo.
✦Valdemar Vandeviere✦
Vlademar Vladimir Vandeviere
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 15 (Fourth Year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Slytherin
Blood status: unknown
Species: Human
Male
Student
Classes:
Familiar: A eurasian eagle owl named Sin.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 15 (Fourth Year)
Wand: length, core, wood
House: Slytherin
Blood status: unknown
Species: Human
Male
Student
Classes:
Familiar: A eurasian eagle owl named Sin.