Post by Scarlet on Oct 7, 2010 0:08:06 GMT -5
Full Name: Scarlet. Just Scarlet. Nothing else is given, and some doubt that she even knows.
Nickname/Alias/Titles: Those very few she's on a first-name basis with call her 'Scar', a shortened version of her name. Others may call her: Book-Keeper, Devil-Woman, Harpy-Lady, Siren, and the Whisperer.
Male/Female: Female
Age: 29
Birthdate:May 22nd, 1991
Species: Some would say she's the devil herself, but in reality she is only a witch.
Birthplace: Somewhere around Stonehenge, England. The area seems to be a melting pot for ancient pure-blood families, so it is likely that Scar's heritage is of pure-blooded descent.
Family:
Scarlet never speaks of her family, or any past life whatsoever. It is suspected by her looks and mannerisms that she is one of the few remaining pure-blooded descendants of the Lestrange Family. The closest Scar comes to a family is the minds she has access to. She is never sure whose mind she will be able to enter, or how she can, but she tends to become attached to those she shares that link with.
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-:: Physical Attributes ::-
Height + Build: Scar stands just above 5'2", but her personality and way of carrying herself makes he appear much taller. She is a wisp of a woman, with a tiny waist and bony limbs. This skinny appearance shows up everywhere on her body, from her arms and legs to her face, where there are dark hollows beneath her eyes and protruding cheekbones held together by her heart-shaped jaw line.
Eyes: Black.
Hair: Scar's hair is stark black, chopped a few inches below her shoulders with long bangs. Her hair is constantly in her face with wisps of it constantly flowing back and forth.
Physical Attributes/Description: Scarlet carries herself with an age far beyond her years, with a confidence that can cut even the strongest man. She is shameless in every sense of the word, and her looks and general demeanor will never let you forget it.
What can really cut a person about Scarlet, though, is her voice. A sultry-sweet alto with a raspy twinge to it, Scarlet's voice is most intimidating at the lowest whisper.
Clothing: Scar's clothing is generally whatever is available to her. She wears a lot of loose-fitting robes, generally a few years behind the current style.
Personal Items: Her apartment, in a ramshackle building a few buildings down from Borgin & Burke’s above Knockturn Alley, is filled with books about many subjects of the Dark Arts.
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-:: Personality ::-
Good, Evil, or Neutral: undeniably, unspeakably, evil. But is she allianced to anyone? Never.
Temperament/Mental Attributes: Many think it, but very few have the courage to lend their voice to it: Scarlet is insane.
Many are intimidated by the dark young woman because it is very difficult to tell who, exactly, Scarlet is from day to day. At one point, Scarlet will be a troubled yet kind (albeit extremely eccentric) young woman who grew up with the wrong people and was taught the wrong ways. Any other time, however, Scarlet is the devil. She is fearless, remorseless, and unspeakably cruel. She can kill on a whim, cause pain for enjoyment. Usually when Scarlet is in her dark mood, she will choose one target for her hatred and curse them, hurting them and their loved ones until the target is destroyed or her dark mood is satisfied. Scarlet is a sociopath of sorts no matter what mood she’s in, and it has been the suggestion of many to get her help for her double-personality, but none have worked up the courage to actually try.
Scarlet has a strange sort of psychic power, where she has the ability to link herself to people, through all forms of occlumency and barriers, at random. She does not get to choose the people she does this to, and she does not get to choose when she does it. But when she is connected to a person, she will be able to access them for life.
Strengths: Scarlet is quite proficient in Dark Magic, specifically rituals and runic practices. Her apartment above Knockturn Alley is filled with books, diagrams, and dark spells of her own design nailed to or written on the walls.
Weaknesses: Scar’s inability to connect with most people is a weakness of hers, as well as her limited teaching in the magical arts outside of Dark Magic.
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-:: Education/Employment ::-
ADULTS
Former House: Scarlet never attended Hogwarts, rather she was home-schooled by whatever family she used to have, or simply picked it up on her own.
Job Position: “Book-keeper” is what she is known as among the inhabitants of Knockturn Alley, but Scarlet doesn’t truly have a job.
Employer: n/a
Career Goals: Continue on. Live. Thrive. That is all that's important.
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-:: Other ::-
Magical Skills: Many forms of Dark Magic, Ritual Magic, Rune Magic, and Legilimency.
Patronus: Buffalo.
Wand: Elder, 11 in., Saliva from the Kiss of a Dementor.
Goals/Aspirations: Live, get by on her own, rise up in the world. Get control over herself and her world around her in the only way she knows: raw, dark, power.
Other Information: **Writer's note: I will generally use the name 'Scar' when she is in a lighter mood, and 'Scarlet' when she is in a darker one. Just so it's easier to tell when she's snapped.
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-:: History/Background ::-
History: Scarlet reveals little about herself to anyone, only that she was born and raised in England, did not attend Hogwarts, and left the country for an extended period of time until returning near a year ago. She never mentions names, and she doesn’t elaborate on her affairs out-of-country besides ‘work’. Anyone fool enough to try to dig deeper into her past is risking sparking one of her dark moods.
…In some wizarding newspapers that found their way over from Italy, a young woman who was pictured with connections to dark magic happenings around Rome (specifically the disappearance of Paul Beckett and a younger 17-year-old wizard) had an eerie likeness to Scarlet. Nothing has been confirmed, however.
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-:: Freeverse ::-
Well, here we are.
Scarlet opened her dark eyes to the shady pathways of Knockturn Alley, her new home. She drifted away from the apparition point of the Alley, her eyes wandering among the buildings as she searched for the building she was supposed to take up residence in. She still felt slightly giddy from the apparating, she realized as she tugged her giant sack-like bookbag along with her. Though many disliked the feeling of apparating, Scar found it exhilarating, a rush of pressure and discomfort and pain that made you feel truly magical, just for a moment. It had put her in a light mood, as it was, so she proceeded with an odd sort of cheerfulness as she pushed open the door to 'The Broken Stag Room & Board', a large, 3-story building a few doors down from Borgin & Burke's.
“Good afternoon,” an old crone greeted Scar as she entered, grinning as if to show off her few remaining teeth. “You’re our new boarder, I presume? Miz Scarlet?”
“That is me, Madam Gertrude,” Scar replied, her voice a pleasant undertone to the crone’s nasally breathing. Her eyes did not wander from the woman, her black gaze drinking her in. She was not a beautiful person, by all means, but she seemed to have an honest look about her. Honesty was always a good way to get oneself killed around Knockturn Alley, however. “Pleasure to speak to you in person.”
“Feh. Flattery,” Madam Gertrude’s grin grew wider as she waved Scar along with her. “Come along, your room’s on the top floor. You have a good view of the Alley, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy…”
Scarlet followed Madam Gertrude up two flights of stairs, carrying her books behind her on her back. Madam Gertrude continued to speak, going on about Wizarding London and the various places on and around Knockturn Alley that may interest her. Scar took pleasure in tuning her out, her black eyes wandering around the stairwell as the crone led her through a door, down a hallway to a grey-painted door at the end of the hall.
“Welcome home,” Madam Gertrude murmered in a sing-song voice, opening the door for Scarlet. Scarlet stepped past the old woman into the room, but stopped before turning to face the woman. She felt something, as she walked past. A tap, on her hip near her jacket pocket. Pickpocket.
Something snapped inside Scar’s subconscious.
Scarlet’s wand was out in an instant, turning fluidly to point it between Madam Gertrude’s eyes. The old crone’s smile was gone in a flash when she saw the vicious snarl etched into the younger woman’s face. This was not a witch to be trifled with.
“Crucio,” Scarlet growled, sending the crone backwards into the hall, writing in pain like a tortured animal. Her wand was steady, her mind on only one thing: pain. Causing this dishonest little thief as much pain as her few seconds could allow. Madam Gertrude would not steal from Scarlet again. The light from the curse seemed to dance in Scarlet’s eyes, the pain and fascination running through her as she hurt the old woman. It was a real feeling, much like apparating. This was magic. This was power.
She called off the spell, her snarl now turned to a rabid half-grin that distorted her regularly pretty features. Madam Gertrude was shaking uncontrollably, her wide eyes glued to the young woman, her extreme fear and survival instincts pleading for one thing please, no. Don’t hurt me again. Scarlet reveled in the woman’s terror.
Scarlet laughed. She giggled lightly as she closed the paint-chipped door.
Nickname/Alias/Titles: Those very few she's on a first-name basis with call her 'Scar', a shortened version of her name. Others may call her: Book-Keeper, Devil-Woman, Harpy-Lady, Siren, and the Whisperer.
Male/Female: Female
Age: 29
Birthdate:May 22nd, 1991
Species: Some would say she's the devil herself, but in reality she is only a witch.
Birthplace: Somewhere around Stonehenge, England. The area seems to be a melting pot for ancient pure-blood families, so it is likely that Scar's heritage is of pure-blooded descent.
Family:
Scarlet never speaks of her family, or any past life whatsoever. It is suspected by her looks and mannerisms that she is one of the few remaining pure-blooded descendants of the Lestrange Family. The closest Scar comes to a family is the minds she has access to. She is never sure whose mind she will be able to enter, or how she can, but she tends to become attached to those she shares that link with.
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-:: Physical Attributes ::-
Height + Build: Scar stands just above 5'2", but her personality and way of carrying herself makes he appear much taller. She is a wisp of a woman, with a tiny waist and bony limbs. This skinny appearance shows up everywhere on her body, from her arms and legs to her face, where there are dark hollows beneath her eyes and protruding cheekbones held together by her heart-shaped jaw line.
Eyes: Black.
Hair: Scar's hair is stark black, chopped a few inches below her shoulders with long bangs. Her hair is constantly in her face with wisps of it constantly flowing back and forth.
Physical Attributes/Description: Scarlet carries herself with an age far beyond her years, with a confidence that can cut even the strongest man. She is shameless in every sense of the word, and her looks and general demeanor will never let you forget it.
What can really cut a person about Scarlet, though, is her voice. A sultry-sweet alto with a raspy twinge to it, Scarlet's voice is most intimidating at the lowest whisper.
Clothing: Scar's clothing is generally whatever is available to her. She wears a lot of loose-fitting robes, generally a few years behind the current style.
Personal Items: Her apartment, in a ramshackle building a few buildings down from Borgin & Burke’s above Knockturn Alley, is filled with books about many subjects of the Dark Arts.
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-:: Personality ::-
Good, Evil, or Neutral: undeniably, unspeakably, evil. But is she allianced to anyone? Never.
Temperament/Mental Attributes: Many think it, but very few have the courage to lend their voice to it: Scarlet is insane.
Many are intimidated by the dark young woman because it is very difficult to tell who, exactly, Scarlet is from day to day. At one point, Scarlet will be a troubled yet kind (albeit extremely eccentric) young woman who grew up with the wrong people and was taught the wrong ways. Any other time, however, Scarlet is the devil. She is fearless, remorseless, and unspeakably cruel. She can kill on a whim, cause pain for enjoyment. Usually when Scarlet is in her dark mood, she will choose one target for her hatred and curse them, hurting them and their loved ones until the target is destroyed or her dark mood is satisfied. Scarlet is a sociopath of sorts no matter what mood she’s in, and it has been the suggestion of many to get her help for her double-personality, but none have worked up the courage to actually try.
Scarlet has a strange sort of psychic power, where she has the ability to link herself to people, through all forms of occlumency and barriers, at random. She does not get to choose the people she does this to, and she does not get to choose when she does it. But when she is connected to a person, she will be able to access them for life.
Strengths: Scarlet is quite proficient in Dark Magic, specifically rituals and runic practices. Her apartment above Knockturn Alley is filled with books, diagrams, and dark spells of her own design nailed to or written on the walls.
Weaknesses: Scar’s inability to connect with most people is a weakness of hers, as well as her limited teaching in the magical arts outside of Dark Magic.
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-:: Education/Employment ::-
ADULTS
Former House: Scarlet never attended Hogwarts, rather she was home-schooled by whatever family she used to have, or simply picked it up on her own.
Job Position: “Book-keeper” is what she is known as among the inhabitants of Knockturn Alley, but Scarlet doesn’t truly have a job.
Employer: n/a
Career Goals: Continue on. Live. Thrive. That is all that's important.
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-:: Other ::-
Magical Skills: Many forms of Dark Magic, Ritual Magic, Rune Magic, and Legilimency.
Patronus: Buffalo.
Wand: Elder, 11 in., Saliva from the Kiss of a Dementor.
Goals/Aspirations: Live, get by on her own, rise up in the world. Get control over herself and her world around her in the only way she knows: raw, dark, power.
Other Information: **Writer's note: I will generally use the name 'Scar' when she is in a lighter mood, and 'Scarlet' when she is in a darker one. Just so it's easier to tell when she's snapped.
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-:: History/Background ::-
History: Scarlet reveals little about herself to anyone, only that she was born and raised in England, did not attend Hogwarts, and left the country for an extended period of time until returning near a year ago. She never mentions names, and she doesn’t elaborate on her affairs out-of-country besides ‘work’. Anyone fool enough to try to dig deeper into her past is risking sparking one of her dark moods.
…In some wizarding newspapers that found their way over from Italy, a young woman who was pictured with connections to dark magic happenings around Rome (specifically the disappearance of Paul Beckett and a younger 17-year-old wizard) had an eerie likeness to Scarlet. Nothing has been confirmed, however.
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-:: Freeverse ::-
Well, here we are.
Scarlet opened her dark eyes to the shady pathways of Knockturn Alley, her new home. She drifted away from the apparition point of the Alley, her eyes wandering among the buildings as she searched for the building she was supposed to take up residence in. She still felt slightly giddy from the apparating, she realized as she tugged her giant sack-like bookbag along with her. Though many disliked the feeling of apparating, Scar found it exhilarating, a rush of pressure and discomfort and pain that made you feel truly magical, just for a moment. It had put her in a light mood, as it was, so she proceeded with an odd sort of cheerfulness as she pushed open the door to 'The Broken Stag Room & Board', a large, 3-story building a few doors down from Borgin & Burke's.
“Good afternoon,” an old crone greeted Scar as she entered, grinning as if to show off her few remaining teeth. “You’re our new boarder, I presume? Miz Scarlet?”
“That is me, Madam Gertrude,” Scar replied, her voice a pleasant undertone to the crone’s nasally breathing. Her eyes did not wander from the woman, her black gaze drinking her in. She was not a beautiful person, by all means, but she seemed to have an honest look about her. Honesty was always a good way to get oneself killed around Knockturn Alley, however. “Pleasure to speak to you in person.”
“Feh. Flattery,” Madam Gertrude’s grin grew wider as she waved Scar along with her. “Come along, your room’s on the top floor. You have a good view of the Alley, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy…”
Scarlet followed Madam Gertrude up two flights of stairs, carrying her books behind her on her back. Madam Gertrude continued to speak, going on about Wizarding London and the various places on and around Knockturn Alley that may interest her. Scar took pleasure in tuning her out, her black eyes wandering around the stairwell as the crone led her through a door, down a hallway to a grey-painted door at the end of the hall.
“Welcome home,” Madam Gertrude murmered in a sing-song voice, opening the door for Scarlet. Scarlet stepped past the old woman into the room, but stopped before turning to face the woman. She felt something, as she walked past. A tap, on her hip near her jacket pocket. Pickpocket.
Something snapped inside Scar’s subconscious.
Scarlet’s wand was out in an instant, turning fluidly to point it between Madam Gertrude’s eyes. The old crone’s smile was gone in a flash when she saw the vicious snarl etched into the younger woman’s face. This was not a witch to be trifled with.
“Crucio,” Scarlet growled, sending the crone backwards into the hall, writing in pain like a tortured animal. Her wand was steady, her mind on only one thing: pain. Causing this dishonest little thief as much pain as her few seconds could allow. Madam Gertrude would not steal from Scarlet again. The light from the curse seemed to dance in Scarlet’s eyes, the pain and fascination running through her as she hurt the old woman. It was a real feeling, much like apparating. This was magic. This was power.
She called off the spell, her snarl now turned to a rabid half-grin that distorted her regularly pretty features. Madam Gertrude was shaking uncontrollably, her wide eyes glued to the young woman, her extreme fear and survival instincts pleading for one thing please, no. Don’t hurt me again. Scarlet reveled in the woman’s terror.
Scarlet laughed. She giggled lightly as she closed the paint-chipped door.