Post by Arianna Blackthorn on Apr 21, 2011 17:48:10 GMT -5
Name: Arianna Blackthorne
Age: 25
Birthdate/place: [24-Feb-1995]
Species: human
Gender: female
Family:halfblood
Appearance:
Build/height- Curvy, hourglass shape, 5’4
General Description- Natural auburn waves frame a ivory, slightly narrow face and delicate shoulders. Her skin is a pinkish white, leaving the paleness she abhorred as a teenager behind due to long days in the sun. A small trail of freckles treads a path across her small round nose. Sometimes, Arianna wishes her eyes were a brighter hue, instead of the deep brown that shines almost black in the right or wrong light. Her father had called them shadow eyes when she was a small girl.
Her clothing is practical and durable but there is softness to what she wears. If she can, she’ll wear a flower in her hair or a pretty feminine color. She enjoys wearing sweaters that wrap around her curves but not too tightly. Her shoulder length hair is often escaping the hasty bun she secured it in but when needed she can accomplish a polished look.
Possessions- A two way mirror. A magical trunk that is mostly filled with books and artifacts she has come across.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- As a child Ari was a sweet but shy girl. She rarely spoke to strangers, preferring to observe everything, often finding out that she learned more because she was quite. Sometimes though, when she knew you and her guard was lowered she was animated, talking quite rapidly and with enthusiasm. As an adult her shyness is not as apparent as it once was. She still tends to observe more than speak, but now it isn’t because she is afraid to say anything for fear of appearing the fool but because she will learn more if others do most of the talking. She is not a self-assertive person but she will not allow herself to be walked upon. She is quick, her mind and body always moving at a fast speed. Slightly above average in the intelligence department, she is methodological and precise. Her ability to quickly decipher runes and languages has helped her raise quickly in her field. Often times, she can become so engaged with the past that she forgets about the present. When she is in these moods she practically ignores life, except for the history she is studying. Practicality has never been Arianna’s strong suit. What is considered common sense and innate in most people, is something she must be made aware of first and in some cases multiple times.
She is a kind and compassionate person, who does not try to change people but accepts them as is. Because of this, she has a tendency to end friendships when things become hopeless and the person is self-destructive. Arianna cannot change them, they must change themselves.
Alliance- herself and those she’s loyal to
Alignment- Neutral good
Strengths/Weaknesses-
Strengths:
Listening: Have a problem? Arianna will be more than glad to help. She has strong listening skills and prefers to focus on other people’s problems rather than her own. She is also very sympathetic and patient.
Adaptation: Ari has a talent for finding her place in new situations. While she may lack practicality in some aspects of life she can survive anything, shoving aside what has hurt her to move on to the next historical artifact.
Weakness:
Inventing: Coming up with a new idea or theory is not Arianna’s strong suit. Inventing strange names for stories, or something to pass the time is as difficult to her as reading ancient languages is to others.
Practicality: Often times, Arianna is too otherworldly for practical purposes. Despite her keen mind she tends to exist emotionally rather than rationally. The lure of ancient civilizations can be far too strong and she mentally wonders among them for hours, imagining how they lived.
Avoidance: Arianna does not like solving her own problems. Instead she waits for the universe to right itself. She doesn’t like to take the first step in solving something for herself. Her patience is very long and she is quite willing to wait.
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House-Ravenclaw
Job- Arianna is a researcher for the Department of Mysteries. She is currently studying several runes that have been uncovered. Her job is to understand ancient magic and civilizations. She's a mix between a historial anthropologist and an archeologist.
Employer- Ministry of Magic
OWLs/NEWTs- Herbology was Arianna’s worst class and it was a struggle for her to achieve an A. Potions was not much better. Ancient Ruins and Arthmancy were her favorite classes, and she earned O’s in both. History of Magic was a E in OWL and a O in NEWTS, while she earned E’s in her other required classes.
Other:
Magical Skills- Anything special? If applicable
Patronus- A Snow Owl, taught to her by Curse Kameren
Wand- 11 inches, Ash, Unicorn Heartstring
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information-
History-
The year Arianna was born was a troubling time for Wizarding Society. Harry Potter and Voldemort proclaimed that the Dark Lord has returned. Her father was a young auror in training, her mother a pureblood who had disgraced her father’s family by marring a mudblood. When Ari was three, her mother was captured by her family and tortured by death eaters for her disgrace. Abandoned in an alley near the muggle world entrance to St. Mungo’s, a young welcome witch had found her. The woman barely survived.
The war had been hard on both of her parents, each suffering their own traumas in silence. The young Arianna would observe her father drink his nightmares away while her mother cried. Sometimes though her mother was perfect, like her Aunt Laura, her father’s sister. There would be songs, laughter, stories and games. But these were rare moments, especially as Arianna grew older.
Disfigured in the war, her father retired from the aurors. Without a wand arm he was practically useless and he could no longer stand the pity glances. Her mother’s grip on reality began to slide and without cause she would turn vicious, snapping at her husband and child. Arianna was seven when her father left for the final time, no longer able to take the accusations, insults and beatings. For a while her father would take her on visits but her mother was paranoid that he would never return her and to maintain civility Arianna refused to see her father.
While life was not perfect, it wasn’t entirely horrible. Her mother was kind when the demons did not scare her and Arianna would often stay with her best friend, a little girl her age who lived down the street. The homewoods, were a welcoming bunch with five children and love to spare.
Arianna escaped the brunt of her mother’s illness when she went to Hogwarts, guilt weighing down her initial happiness. School was Arianna’s favorite place. She stayed in the background, listening to people, believing that she was not smart enough to contribute the first year. Slwoly, the sweet girl began to break out of her shell. Often, she worried about her mother in the small town house with just a house elf to berate. By the time Arianna was sixteen her mother did not recognize her, for in her mind Ari was just a baby. That summer Ariannna placed her mother in St. Mungo’s after she woke up in the middle of the night to find her mother standing over her with a knife, screaming that demons must die. The delirious woman thought the thin blade was her wand.
Arianna spent the rest of the holidays with her father who had briefly come back into her life but he too was consumed by his own demons. By this time, he was losing the battle to fire whiskey and drugs. Vowing, that she would never allow anyone to physically or emotionally hurt her again, Arianna returned to school for the last time.
School finished, Arianna devoted her life to ancient ruins and arthmancy. The first couple of years, after Hogwarts she study under a few experts, working in Flourish and Bolts in Diagon Alley. Her summers were spent studying ruins in Egypt and Italy. She was poor but happy. Then things changed. She was supping at the Leaky Cauldron, a essay on Runes propped open on the bar when several, drinking men approached her. Arianna tried to ignore them and when that failed she softly rebuked them. They just laughed and tried harder to hold her attention. Exasperated, Arianna stood to leave but one of the men saw the opportunity to snag her around the waist. She shrieked as she was shoved up against, a very smelly and sweaty body. Glaring at the taller being, Ari demanded that he let her go. He refused with a leer, then suddenly a hard voice interrupted. Another hormone driven man had obviously decided to intervene. Arianna wondered if the newcomer wanted to claim her as their mate too. But the man surprised her. Curse Kameren did not seem to want anything to do with her womanly features. Only to walk her home, to protect her from the hungry brutes he had rescued her from. Intrigued by him, she allowed him to walk her home. A friendship sparked between them and before she knew it they were dating. Arianna hadn’t been one to date before. Nothing serious at least. She was far too in gross in her studies and most men could not keep up with her. With Curse it was the opposite. He challenged her to come up with something that surprised him, a fact he didn’t know, an act of compassion he hadn’t seen before. They’d just started seeing each other when Curse was accused of murdering his trainee Emmi. Her thoughts raged believing that it couldn’t be true. And eventually the world discovered that she had been right. Curse Kameren was released after a month in prison. For a time he was the same and they quickly fell in love. Five months later and Curse was proposing and, surprisingly Arianna accepted.
Despite his reservations, Arianna went to Italy again to study ruins. While she knew he couldn’t come with her due to trouble with Italian dark wizards, the newly discovered ruins were a once in a life time opportunity. She’d been gone on her first of several visits when Curse began to mentally slip. She’d postponed her second trip, worried that he was becoming ill. He began to become increasingly paranoid and it frightened Arianna. She tried to ignore the little incidents, tried not to draw parallels between Curse and her mother. Then one day he locked himself in his apartment, allowing no one inside. After that, there were few moments that Curse was the person she had fallen in love with. Still, she tried to delude herself. If she just loved him more, took better care of him, was kinder to him he would get better and return.
One day after returning from Diagon Alley with dinner, Curse shoved her against the wall with a wandless spell. He accused her of being a spy for the Italians. He found letters in what he called was Italian code. Scared, she tried to reason with him, battling to keep her terror out of her voice. She trembled as she told him who she was, that she loved him. At first he didn’t believe her. It was all a lie he had said, and he silenced her tongue. She watched, suspended in the air, as Curse paced the small apartment, wondering what he should do with her. He was wearing himself out, talking to the air. Arianna was cursing herself for not getting him help sooner. He had brushed aside her quiet suggestions that he should see a healer. Before he could do more than slap her, he collapsed. The spells holding her in place dissolved. Crying, she checked to make sure he was breathing, left her ring on the counter and left.
In under an hour she was in Italy, the one place she knew he would never come for her. Heartbroken, she slowly boxed up her feelings and locked them in a corner of her mind and engrossed herself in her studies.
Two years later she was considered an expert in Ancient Ruins and knowledgeable in Arthmancy. Offered a job in the department of mysteries, she reluctantly accepted. Rumor had it that Britain had uncovered an ancient ruin spell, locking it up in their ministry. Curious, Arianna wanted to study it and to do so she had to work for the department. They’d been offering her a position for a year. A few polite inquires told her that Curse no longer worked for the Ministry. She doubted that he was sane enough to retain his job but she had lost contact with the people that knew him. She didn’t want to think about the man she had loved and the one he had become. She’d heard once that he had seeked help after she had left but she wasn’t sure if it had worked.
Older, wiser and more confident in her abilities and worth as a person, Arianna moved back to England, ready to conquer the world.
Age: 25
Birthdate/place: [24-Feb-1995]
Species: human
Gender: female
Family:halfblood
Appearance:
Build/height- Curvy, hourglass shape, 5’4
General Description- Natural auburn waves frame a ivory, slightly narrow face and delicate shoulders. Her skin is a pinkish white, leaving the paleness she abhorred as a teenager behind due to long days in the sun. A small trail of freckles treads a path across her small round nose. Sometimes, Arianna wishes her eyes were a brighter hue, instead of the deep brown that shines almost black in the right or wrong light. Her father had called them shadow eyes when she was a small girl.
Her clothing is practical and durable but there is softness to what she wears. If she can, she’ll wear a flower in her hair or a pretty feminine color. She enjoys wearing sweaters that wrap around her curves but not too tightly. Her shoulder length hair is often escaping the hasty bun she secured it in but when needed she can accomplish a polished look.
Possessions- A two way mirror. A magical trunk that is mostly filled with books and artifacts she has come across.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- As a child Ari was a sweet but shy girl. She rarely spoke to strangers, preferring to observe everything, often finding out that she learned more because she was quite. Sometimes though, when she knew you and her guard was lowered she was animated, talking quite rapidly and with enthusiasm. As an adult her shyness is not as apparent as it once was. She still tends to observe more than speak, but now it isn’t because she is afraid to say anything for fear of appearing the fool but because she will learn more if others do most of the talking. She is not a self-assertive person but she will not allow herself to be walked upon. She is quick, her mind and body always moving at a fast speed. Slightly above average in the intelligence department, she is methodological and precise. Her ability to quickly decipher runes and languages has helped her raise quickly in her field. Often times, she can become so engaged with the past that she forgets about the present. When she is in these moods she practically ignores life, except for the history she is studying. Practicality has never been Arianna’s strong suit. What is considered common sense and innate in most people, is something she must be made aware of first and in some cases multiple times.
She is a kind and compassionate person, who does not try to change people but accepts them as is. Because of this, she has a tendency to end friendships when things become hopeless and the person is self-destructive. Arianna cannot change them, they must change themselves.
Alliance- herself and those she’s loyal to
Alignment- Neutral good
Strengths/Weaknesses-
Strengths:
Listening: Have a problem? Arianna will be more than glad to help. She has strong listening skills and prefers to focus on other people’s problems rather than her own. She is also very sympathetic and patient.
Adaptation: Ari has a talent for finding her place in new situations. While she may lack practicality in some aspects of life she can survive anything, shoving aside what has hurt her to move on to the next historical artifact.
Weakness:
Inventing: Coming up with a new idea or theory is not Arianna’s strong suit. Inventing strange names for stories, or something to pass the time is as difficult to her as reading ancient languages is to others.
Practicality: Often times, Arianna is too otherworldly for practical purposes. Despite her keen mind she tends to exist emotionally rather than rationally. The lure of ancient civilizations can be far too strong and she mentally wonders among them for hours, imagining how they lived.
Avoidance: Arianna does not like solving her own problems. Instead she waits for the universe to right itself. She doesn’t like to take the first step in solving something for herself. Her patience is very long and she is quite willing to wait.
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House-Ravenclaw
Job- Arianna is a researcher for the Department of Mysteries. She is currently studying several runes that have been uncovered. Her job is to understand ancient magic and civilizations. She's a mix between a historial anthropologist and an archeologist.
Employer- Ministry of Magic
OWLs/NEWTs- Herbology was Arianna’s worst class and it was a struggle for her to achieve an A. Potions was not much better. Ancient Ruins and Arthmancy were her favorite classes, and she earned O’s in both. History of Magic was a E in OWL and a O in NEWTS, while she earned E’s in her other required classes.
Other:
Magical Skills- Anything special? If applicable
Patronus- A Snow Owl, taught to her by Curse Kameren
Wand- 11 inches, Ash, Unicorn Heartstring
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information-
History-
The year Arianna was born was a troubling time for Wizarding Society. Harry Potter and Voldemort proclaimed that the Dark Lord has returned. Her father was a young auror in training, her mother a pureblood who had disgraced her father’s family by marring a mudblood. When Ari was three, her mother was captured by her family and tortured by death eaters for her disgrace. Abandoned in an alley near the muggle world entrance to St. Mungo’s, a young welcome witch had found her. The woman barely survived.
The war had been hard on both of her parents, each suffering their own traumas in silence. The young Arianna would observe her father drink his nightmares away while her mother cried. Sometimes though her mother was perfect, like her Aunt Laura, her father’s sister. There would be songs, laughter, stories and games. But these were rare moments, especially as Arianna grew older.
Disfigured in the war, her father retired from the aurors. Without a wand arm he was practically useless and he could no longer stand the pity glances. Her mother’s grip on reality began to slide and without cause she would turn vicious, snapping at her husband and child. Arianna was seven when her father left for the final time, no longer able to take the accusations, insults and beatings. For a while her father would take her on visits but her mother was paranoid that he would never return her and to maintain civility Arianna refused to see her father.
While life was not perfect, it wasn’t entirely horrible. Her mother was kind when the demons did not scare her and Arianna would often stay with her best friend, a little girl her age who lived down the street. The homewoods, were a welcoming bunch with five children and love to spare.
Arianna escaped the brunt of her mother’s illness when she went to Hogwarts, guilt weighing down her initial happiness. School was Arianna’s favorite place. She stayed in the background, listening to people, believing that she was not smart enough to contribute the first year. Slwoly, the sweet girl began to break out of her shell. Often, she worried about her mother in the small town house with just a house elf to berate. By the time Arianna was sixteen her mother did not recognize her, for in her mind Ari was just a baby. That summer Ariannna placed her mother in St. Mungo’s after she woke up in the middle of the night to find her mother standing over her with a knife, screaming that demons must die. The delirious woman thought the thin blade was her wand.
Arianna spent the rest of the holidays with her father who had briefly come back into her life but he too was consumed by his own demons. By this time, he was losing the battle to fire whiskey and drugs. Vowing, that she would never allow anyone to physically or emotionally hurt her again, Arianna returned to school for the last time.
School finished, Arianna devoted her life to ancient ruins and arthmancy. The first couple of years, after Hogwarts she study under a few experts, working in Flourish and Bolts in Diagon Alley. Her summers were spent studying ruins in Egypt and Italy. She was poor but happy. Then things changed. She was supping at the Leaky Cauldron, a essay on Runes propped open on the bar when several, drinking men approached her. Arianna tried to ignore them and when that failed she softly rebuked them. They just laughed and tried harder to hold her attention. Exasperated, Arianna stood to leave but one of the men saw the opportunity to snag her around the waist. She shrieked as she was shoved up against, a very smelly and sweaty body. Glaring at the taller being, Ari demanded that he let her go. He refused with a leer, then suddenly a hard voice interrupted. Another hormone driven man had obviously decided to intervene. Arianna wondered if the newcomer wanted to claim her as their mate too. But the man surprised her. Curse Kameren did not seem to want anything to do with her womanly features. Only to walk her home, to protect her from the hungry brutes he had rescued her from. Intrigued by him, she allowed him to walk her home. A friendship sparked between them and before she knew it they were dating. Arianna hadn’t been one to date before. Nothing serious at least. She was far too in gross in her studies and most men could not keep up with her. With Curse it was the opposite. He challenged her to come up with something that surprised him, a fact he didn’t know, an act of compassion he hadn’t seen before. They’d just started seeing each other when Curse was accused of murdering his trainee Emmi. Her thoughts raged believing that it couldn’t be true. And eventually the world discovered that she had been right. Curse Kameren was released after a month in prison. For a time he was the same and they quickly fell in love. Five months later and Curse was proposing and, surprisingly Arianna accepted.
Despite his reservations, Arianna went to Italy again to study ruins. While she knew he couldn’t come with her due to trouble with Italian dark wizards, the newly discovered ruins were a once in a life time opportunity. She’d been gone on her first of several visits when Curse began to mentally slip. She’d postponed her second trip, worried that he was becoming ill. He began to become increasingly paranoid and it frightened Arianna. She tried to ignore the little incidents, tried not to draw parallels between Curse and her mother. Then one day he locked himself in his apartment, allowing no one inside. After that, there were few moments that Curse was the person she had fallen in love with. Still, she tried to delude herself. If she just loved him more, took better care of him, was kinder to him he would get better and return.
One day after returning from Diagon Alley with dinner, Curse shoved her against the wall with a wandless spell. He accused her of being a spy for the Italians. He found letters in what he called was Italian code. Scared, she tried to reason with him, battling to keep her terror out of her voice. She trembled as she told him who she was, that she loved him. At first he didn’t believe her. It was all a lie he had said, and he silenced her tongue. She watched, suspended in the air, as Curse paced the small apartment, wondering what he should do with her. He was wearing himself out, talking to the air. Arianna was cursing herself for not getting him help sooner. He had brushed aside her quiet suggestions that he should see a healer. Before he could do more than slap her, he collapsed. The spells holding her in place dissolved. Crying, she checked to make sure he was breathing, left her ring on the counter and left.
In under an hour she was in Italy, the one place she knew he would never come for her. Heartbroken, she slowly boxed up her feelings and locked them in a corner of her mind and engrossed herself in her studies.
Two years later she was considered an expert in Ancient Ruins and knowledgeable in Arthmancy. Offered a job in the department of mysteries, she reluctantly accepted. Rumor had it that Britain had uncovered an ancient ruin spell, locking it up in their ministry. Curious, Arianna wanted to study it and to do so she had to work for the department. They’d been offering her a position for a year. A few polite inquires told her that Curse no longer worked for the Ministry. She doubted that he was sane enough to retain his job but she had lost contact with the people that knew him. She didn’t want to think about the man she had loved and the one he had become. She’d heard once that he had seeked help after she had left but she wasn’t sure if it had worked.
Older, wiser and more confident in her abilities and worth as a person, Arianna moved back to England, ready to conquer the world.