Post by Kara Viridian on Nov 18, 2014 23:45:21 GMT -8
Name: Kara Melinde Viridian
Age & Birthday: 28 || 24. Oct. 1980
Bloodline: Pureblood
Personality:
Having grown up with her mother, Kara has picked up many of her mannerisms and idiosyncrasies. Perfectionism is the key here, and while she is only one person, she manages to do everything at once to help others using the best of her abilities. When it comes to family, she is very warm to them, keeping them close to her heart and doing whatever she can to keep them close to her and happy. Her job is something she takes extremely seriously, and if anything stands in her way, she is more than determined to knock them down to get to her ultimate goal: defeating the Death Eaters. Somber in expression most of the time, it’s hard for her to find cheer these days, what with worrying about the reassembly of the new Death Eaters, the concerns about reoccurring dreams she’s been having…
Kara is a great nominee for an ally, should you choose the side of good -- and is a fun-loving person, if you manage to tear down the high walls she’s built around herself.
Likes
Quidditch, Her Family, Dueling, Hunting, Reading
Dislikes
Death Eaters, Slytherin blood: Bellatrix LeStrange, Draco Malfoy
Strengths
Flying, She’s a fast reader, Charms, Transfiguration
Weaknesses/Fears
Failure, She’s a perfectionist
Height: 5’8’’
Hair: Long (to mid back), a midnight black colour that oftentimes has waves through it, but is normally straight.
Eyes: Her eyes are thin, darkest brown you could get before actually looking blacker than night -- and full of mystery.
General Appearance:
“You look just like your mum…” everyone keeps telling her. No matter how hard she believes it, Kara wishes she could figure out what her father looked like. She stands at an average height of 5’8’’ with an average build; thin, but toned due to the training she has undergone to become an Auror. Her hair is dark in color and heavy in volume, but falls gracefully to her mid-back. It’s unfortunate to say that her eyes are somewhat empty, like two dark holes of void that she wishes to fill.
Kara wears various outfits in black, the most flattering color of all couture. She also proudly dons the black velvet and crimson lined cloak her mother used to wear. Kara likes to keep things traditional, as most purebloods do, and dress in rather old time clothing (leather, corsets, boots), but she does dress to nowadays-culture every once in a while.
Wand: 11’’, mahogany, Dragon Heartstring
Pet: Black and gray wolf named Zephyrus
Worst Class(es) were: Herbology, Potions, Arithmancy
Best Class(es) were: Charms, Divination, Mythology, DADA, Transfiguration
Special Ability: Legilimency, Apparition and disapparition (not perfected)
Special Item: None so far
Occupation: Auror
Marital Status: Single, not quite looking
Children: None
Family:
Cassius Winter - Grandfather, Wizard, Ministry of Magic
Melinde Winter - Grandmother, Witch, Deceased
Alexandra Winter - Mother, Witch, Auror
Elixa Riordon - Aunt, Witch, ??
Nicholas Viridan - Father, Wizard, Deceased
Neville Longbottom - Cousin, Wizard, ??
History: Kara was born to a loving mother (Alexandra) and a workaholic father (Nicholas). Her mother was an Auror, a hard-working, determined woman who happened to fall in love and settle down with a man from the Ministry of Magic. As unlikely as that couple would sound, Kara was the prized, only child of the Viridian family, and her parents loved her very much as they knew she was going to be a talented child.
Shortly thereafter, news came through the wire. She saw how upset her mother had become after hearing of the unforgivable curse (Cruciatis) used on her cousin Frank Longbottom and his wife, Alice. She watched her mother wail and writhe in intense anger and pain to hear this news and could never forget the agony as she wept. Death had not taken them, but the cruciatis curse was enough to take them away from her...they were beloved and talented Auror's who had fallen to this torment. So much pain. The Death Eaters were not a good cause, she learned. Kara hoped never to disappoint her mother, or let her down in any way. She never wanted to see her like that again.
Times were rough when she was growing up, as her parents started to lose all sense in communication, becoming quite harsh and rude with one another. Things at the ministry were in an uproar after the coming and going of someone called the Dark Lord, and “You-know-Who” and “The one who shall not be named” and the Auror-turned-Housewife had now had it up to her neck, after feeling so helpless to do anything after the deaths of her cousins. Their quarrels became so mundane that Kara ignored these happenings and played with the toys her mother and father had gotten her, until the fight turned from work to an awe-inspiring question, something Kara ignored until she was old enough to understand the murmurings of those passing through their home and passing by them in the street; Nicholas wasn’t even really her father. Even Kara’s grandparents had some questions about the appearance of her child and how it looked vaguely familiar but -- no. Alexandra refused to admit it…
It didn’t seem to bother her so much until she grew up a few ages, coming to realize she looked nothing like her father. Each time she inquired of the rumors to her mother, she was quickly quieted and sent to her room. Why did it make her so mad?
Age 11. Kara was ready and was sent to the legendary Hogwarts, school for witches just like herself. It was there she finally got to meet her cousin Neville, son of Frank and Alice Longbottom, the tortured cousins of her mother‘s. After asking how they were related, Alexandra‘s mother replied that Frank‘s father was her grandmother‘s brother…quite the twisted family tree they had going, actually. Coming to introduce herself to Neville, she realized that this boy was strange…and his story was tragic. As kind as she was, she helped take her cousin under her wing, and helped him as he stumbled through his classes for the first few years. Kara managed to get to know the Golden Trio, the three destined heroes of the Gryffindor house. She watched as they endured the trials that were denoting the coming of the Dark Lord. She was blown away…the Dark Lord? She had heard of his havoc during her mother’s time at Hogwarts, but he was coming back to take revenge on this boy, Harry Potter?
Kara had acquired a great disliking of the Slytherin house, especially as she watched the Malfoy boy strut as he did, thinking that he owned the place. However, there seemed to be more than just the hatred of a pompous boy. Although she did learn of her mother’s hatred for a woman named Bellatrix LeStrange, and her connection to the Black’s and Malfoy’s, Kara knew there was something more than inherent rivalry. She couldn’t understand it…she couldn’t understand why she hated those of Slytherin house so much. Maybe it was because they treated Gryffindor’s like herself, like her cousin Neville, like that Potter boy -- with such disrespect? Maybe it was because she wasn’t doing well in Potions and Snape had his way of punishing them by taking points away? Snape…Kara never saw eye to eye with her Potions Professor, but she knew there was a strange air about him, something that would come to light in the coming years. There were so many questions about this silent rivalry.
By the time she had graduated school, the war was over…or so they said. She lost her father, who was murdered in the Ministry during the earlier times of the battle, and had her brief taste of war. There was much changed at Hogwarts; her beloved Headmaster was gone, and the school was a different place now…it no longer felt like home, and the people she considered her family had indefinitely disbanded. They were moving on, away from this place, to become something more than just witch and wizard students. Kara had gone on, following in the footsteps of her mother, to become an Auror. She had been intrigued with the occupation since she was a child, and there were a few notable Aurors in her family, so she pursued the dream. Her mother was her mentor, but she had been trained by others in the classes she’d attended and soon graduated with higher marks than she’d ever dreamt of achieving.
Having moved out on her own, she visited her mother often to duel and practice what she’d learned in Auror training. It was then that Kara started to have dreams…strange dreams…scary images of a bright green light. Many were screaming, many lie helpless. There was an eerie fog about the battlefield. This wasn’t of the past, however, something she lived through…this was of the future, and what was to become of her and those who survived the second coming. These dreams became more vivid and heavier as each night passes.
A parcel came to her flat, delivering it to her via owl, and she found very strange contents within. There was a journal inside, and taped on the back was a photo of what her mother had called “The Order of the Phoenix”. She had done her research after hearing what Order was formed in her time, and noticed a few familiar faces and notable names in the Wizarding world: Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley, Frank Longbottom, she read…these people who had formed an army against the Dark Lord before. One man did stand out. Kara recognized him as one of her mother’s old boyfriends, a face that her late father had wished away. Why had they been so secretive about this for all these years -- especially after all of the rumors, the cold shoulders and head shaking? She never knew his name until it was pointed out to her. Sirius Black, they called him…a name she’d heard repeatedly through the rumor mill, and through the mutterings blown behind her back in her travels.
Another piece of the puzzle fell into place as she realized that inside the journal which had been packaged with the photo had a name etched into it; it was there, clear as day, in quite nice handwriting, in black ink: Sirius Black.
Now, at the age of 28, she has returned to Hogwarts.
She has wandered about the place, scouting the territory and reminiscing on old times. Kara knew that it was going to be a different era now, with a different Headmistress and all, so she has now come to the school to see if her dreams were going to be coming true, and find out who exactly, delivered that parcel.
Role-Play Sample:
((Taken from Marvel United, where I used to play Dark Phoenix // Jean Grey))
Evolution.
It has taken twists and turns through many generations. Changes have occurred, although minute, in various species - with human-kind as well. Those who have not adapted to the change are filled with confusion, hatred and ignorance. They're driven by anger, by fear of what was to become the new dominant race. These mutants are the next step in the chain. They've been given unique and admirable abilities to shape their own lives, as well as the lives of those who were blessed to meet them in the path of life. Although, for an unfortunate few, the path of life can take a dark turn, tearing them away from the light that once beamed on their faces -- tearing them away from the force of 'good'.
I was once a lively spirit. I once skipped through the halls of the place named "The School for the Gifted" as a happy, innocent child and knew nothing more than what I was told. Professor Xavier was like a father to me, he cradled me in his arms when I cried, he nursed my wounds when I skid my knee running through the courtyards (as children do) and he offered me a help that my biological parents were unable to give me: the chance to channel the gift I'd been given. Sure, I had appreciated this as I got older...but to balance the understanding of his intentions, I had my suspicions. Was I getting the right and fair training? Upon my recent death, I realized it wasn't as such. There was a strong force, lying dormant inside of me, lying practically dead because the man Charles Francis Xavier had not given me the knowledge of this great power. The dreams, the torture of headaches and proverbial implosion of my mind all came to a screeching halt, with an obvious answer. Aha, I nodded.
Here, beneath the calm waters that roared above me on that fateful day -- I sacrificed myself to let the others live. I sacrificed myself coming to terms with the face of death, coming to the bitter reality that I would awaken this sleeping giant.
The Phoenix.
With this alone, I would live again.
As I lie, in this sleep, I am left to contemplate my choices. Did I make the right one by going to his school? Should I have trusted the prophecies of the man named Erik Lenseherr and taken his way when he and Charles decided to fork away from each other in ideals? What if I had not saved the others in the jet that day, boarded it and moved on with my daily life?
Of course, like humans as they pass of disease, old age, or untimely and unfortunate circumstance -- I had left behind someone I loved with all of my beating heart...and once it became enclosed in this cocoon I now lie within -- that love became hate. Not for this man I loved, per se. Not for those who cried upon my passing. But for Xavier, himself. He cradled me when I was weak, he covered over my scars that were an example of endurance and strength -- and lastly, suppressed the power inside.
Scott....Scott -- I need you.. My voice echoes in his mind, etched in there like a tattoo; an irreplaceable, unremovable spirit of torment and pain. He revels in his anger, his anguish and tearful sorrow for I have left him in such a shambles. Scott...Help me! My voice echoes in his mind, across the roadways, across the lake, bouncing off of the waters and barriers of sanity. As I see him tossing and turning, confined to the room that was once ours I do indeed feel pain for him...though it does not bring me to my knees. Part of me wonders if he will find me, and the other does not care. I would awaken at some point, set ablaze by the thought of Xavier's gall and lies he's spitting to the children that I once taught.
But now, I cannot be controlled. This force has been growing for the decades of my life that I once dedicated to the man who took me in. The eyes that lie behind the sleeping lids burn with retribution; they are bright with the fiery intent on letting my wrath be felt.
Xavier.
I am coming for you.
Password 1:
N3TSP34K
Password 2:
Justice
Age & Birthday: 28 || 24. Oct. 1980
Bloodline: Pureblood
Personality:
Having grown up with her mother, Kara has picked up many of her mannerisms and idiosyncrasies. Perfectionism is the key here, and while she is only one person, she manages to do everything at once to help others using the best of her abilities. When it comes to family, she is very warm to them, keeping them close to her heart and doing whatever she can to keep them close to her and happy. Her job is something she takes extremely seriously, and if anything stands in her way, she is more than determined to knock them down to get to her ultimate goal: defeating the Death Eaters. Somber in expression most of the time, it’s hard for her to find cheer these days, what with worrying about the reassembly of the new Death Eaters, the concerns about reoccurring dreams she’s been having…
Kara is a great nominee for an ally, should you choose the side of good -- and is a fun-loving person, if you manage to tear down the high walls she’s built around herself.
Likes
Quidditch, Her Family, Dueling, Hunting, Reading
Dislikes
Death Eaters, Slytherin blood: Bellatrix LeStrange, Draco Malfoy
Strengths
Flying, She’s a fast reader, Charms, Transfiguration
Weaknesses/Fears
Failure, She’s a perfectionist
Height: 5’8’’
Hair: Long (to mid back), a midnight black colour that oftentimes has waves through it, but is normally straight.
Eyes: Her eyes are thin, darkest brown you could get before actually looking blacker than night -- and full of mystery.
General Appearance:
“You look just like your mum…” everyone keeps telling her. No matter how hard she believes it, Kara wishes she could figure out what her father looked like. She stands at an average height of 5’8’’ with an average build; thin, but toned due to the training she has undergone to become an Auror. Her hair is dark in color and heavy in volume, but falls gracefully to her mid-back. It’s unfortunate to say that her eyes are somewhat empty, like two dark holes of void that she wishes to fill.
Kara wears various outfits in black, the most flattering color of all couture. She also proudly dons the black velvet and crimson lined cloak her mother used to wear. Kara likes to keep things traditional, as most purebloods do, and dress in rather old time clothing (leather, corsets, boots), but she does dress to nowadays-culture every once in a while.
Wand: 11’’, mahogany, Dragon Heartstring
Pet: Black and gray wolf named Zephyrus
Worst Class(es) were: Herbology, Potions, Arithmancy
Best Class(es) were: Charms, Divination, Mythology, DADA, Transfiguration
Special Ability: Legilimency, Apparition and disapparition (not perfected)
Special Item: None so far
Occupation: Auror
Marital Status: Single, not quite looking
Children: None
Family:
Cassius Winter - Grandfather, Wizard, Ministry of Magic
Melinde Winter - Grandmother, Witch, Deceased
Alexandra Winter - Mother, Witch, Auror
Elixa Riordon - Aunt, Witch, ??
Nicholas Viridan - Father, Wizard, Deceased
Neville Longbottom - Cousin, Wizard, ??
History: Kara was born to a loving mother (Alexandra) and a workaholic father (Nicholas). Her mother was an Auror, a hard-working, determined woman who happened to fall in love and settle down with a man from the Ministry of Magic. As unlikely as that couple would sound, Kara was the prized, only child of the Viridian family, and her parents loved her very much as they knew she was going to be a talented child.
Shortly thereafter, news came through the wire. She saw how upset her mother had become after hearing of the unforgivable curse (Cruciatis) used on her cousin Frank Longbottom and his wife, Alice. She watched her mother wail and writhe in intense anger and pain to hear this news and could never forget the agony as she wept. Death had not taken them, but the cruciatis curse was enough to take them away from her...they were beloved and talented Auror's who had fallen to this torment. So much pain. The Death Eaters were not a good cause, she learned. Kara hoped never to disappoint her mother, or let her down in any way. She never wanted to see her like that again.
Times were rough when she was growing up, as her parents started to lose all sense in communication, becoming quite harsh and rude with one another. Things at the ministry were in an uproar after the coming and going of someone called the Dark Lord, and “You-know-Who” and “The one who shall not be named” and the Auror-turned-Housewife had now had it up to her neck, after feeling so helpless to do anything after the deaths of her cousins. Their quarrels became so mundane that Kara ignored these happenings and played with the toys her mother and father had gotten her, until the fight turned from work to an awe-inspiring question, something Kara ignored until she was old enough to understand the murmurings of those passing through their home and passing by them in the street; Nicholas wasn’t even really her father. Even Kara’s grandparents had some questions about the appearance of her child and how it looked vaguely familiar but -- no. Alexandra refused to admit it…
It didn’t seem to bother her so much until she grew up a few ages, coming to realize she looked nothing like her father. Each time she inquired of the rumors to her mother, she was quickly quieted and sent to her room. Why did it make her so mad?
Age 11. Kara was ready and was sent to the legendary Hogwarts, school for witches just like herself. It was there she finally got to meet her cousin Neville, son of Frank and Alice Longbottom, the tortured cousins of her mother‘s. After asking how they were related, Alexandra‘s mother replied that Frank‘s father was her grandmother‘s brother…quite the twisted family tree they had going, actually. Coming to introduce herself to Neville, she realized that this boy was strange…and his story was tragic. As kind as she was, she helped take her cousin under her wing, and helped him as he stumbled through his classes for the first few years. Kara managed to get to know the Golden Trio, the three destined heroes of the Gryffindor house. She watched as they endured the trials that were denoting the coming of the Dark Lord. She was blown away…the Dark Lord? She had heard of his havoc during her mother’s time at Hogwarts, but he was coming back to take revenge on this boy, Harry Potter?
Kara had acquired a great disliking of the Slytherin house, especially as she watched the Malfoy boy strut as he did, thinking that he owned the place. However, there seemed to be more than just the hatred of a pompous boy. Although she did learn of her mother’s hatred for a woman named Bellatrix LeStrange, and her connection to the Black’s and Malfoy’s, Kara knew there was something more than inherent rivalry. She couldn’t understand it…she couldn’t understand why she hated those of Slytherin house so much. Maybe it was because they treated Gryffindor’s like herself, like her cousin Neville, like that Potter boy -- with such disrespect? Maybe it was because she wasn’t doing well in Potions and Snape had his way of punishing them by taking points away? Snape…Kara never saw eye to eye with her Potions Professor, but she knew there was a strange air about him, something that would come to light in the coming years. There were so many questions about this silent rivalry.
By the time she had graduated school, the war was over…or so they said. She lost her father, who was murdered in the Ministry during the earlier times of the battle, and had her brief taste of war. There was much changed at Hogwarts; her beloved Headmaster was gone, and the school was a different place now…it no longer felt like home, and the people she considered her family had indefinitely disbanded. They were moving on, away from this place, to become something more than just witch and wizard students. Kara had gone on, following in the footsteps of her mother, to become an Auror. She had been intrigued with the occupation since she was a child, and there were a few notable Aurors in her family, so she pursued the dream. Her mother was her mentor, but she had been trained by others in the classes she’d attended and soon graduated with higher marks than she’d ever dreamt of achieving.
Having moved out on her own, she visited her mother often to duel and practice what she’d learned in Auror training. It was then that Kara started to have dreams…strange dreams…scary images of a bright green light. Many were screaming, many lie helpless. There was an eerie fog about the battlefield. This wasn’t of the past, however, something she lived through…this was of the future, and what was to become of her and those who survived the second coming. These dreams became more vivid and heavier as each night passes.
A parcel came to her flat, delivering it to her via owl, and she found very strange contents within. There was a journal inside, and taped on the back was a photo of what her mother had called “The Order of the Phoenix”. She had done her research after hearing what Order was formed in her time, and noticed a few familiar faces and notable names in the Wizarding world: Remus Lupin, Arthur Weasley, Frank Longbottom, she read…these people who had formed an army against the Dark Lord before. One man did stand out. Kara recognized him as one of her mother’s old boyfriends, a face that her late father had wished away. Why had they been so secretive about this for all these years -- especially after all of the rumors, the cold shoulders and head shaking? She never knew his name until it was pointed out to her. Sirius Black, they called him…a name she’d heard repeatedly through the rumor mill, and through the mutterings blown behind her back in her travels.
Another piece of the puzzle fell into place as she realized that inside the journal which had been packaged with the photo had a name etched into it; it was there, clear as day, in quite nice handwriting, in black ink: Sirius Black.
Now, at the age of 28, she has returned to Hogwarts.
She has wandered about the place, scouting the territory and reminiscing on old times. Kara knew that it was going to be a different era now, with a different Headmistress and all, so she has now come to the school to see if her dreams were going to be coming true, and find out who exactly, delivered that parcel.
Role-Play Sample:
((Taken from Marvel United, where I used to play Dark Phoenix // Jean Grey))
Evolution.
It has taken twists and turns through many generations. Changes have occurred, although minute, in various species - with human-kind as well. Those who have not adapted to the change are filled with confusion, hatred and ignorance. They're driven by anger, by fear of what was to become the new dominant race. These mutants are the next step in the chain. They've been given unique and admirable abilities to shape their own lives, as well as the lives of those who were blessed to meet them in the path of life. Although, for an unfortunate few, the path of life can take a dark turn, tearing them away from the light that once beamed on their faces -- tearing them away from the force of 'good'.
I was once a lively spirit. I once skipped through the halls of the place named "The School for the Gifted" as a happy, innocent child and knew nothing more than what I was told. Professor Xavier was like a father to me, he cradled me in his arms when I cried, he nursed my wounds when I skid my knee running through the courtyards (as children do) and he offered me a help that my biological parents were unable to give me: the chance to channel the gift I'd been given. Sure, I had appreciated this as I got older...but to balance the understanding of his intentions, I had my suspicions. Was I getting the right and fair training? Upon my recent death, I realized it wasn't as such. There was a strong force, lying dormant inside of me, lying practically dead because the man Charles Francis Xavier had not given me the knowledge of this great power. The dreams, the torture of headaches and proverbial implosion of my mind all came to a screeching halt, with an obvious answer. Aha, I nodded.
Here, beneath the calm waters that roared above me on that fateful day -- I sacrificed myself to let the others live. I sacrificed myself coming to terms with the face of death, coming to the bitter reality that I would awaken this sleeping giant.
The Phoenix.
With this alone, I would live again.
As I lie, in this sleep, I am left to contemplate my choices. Did I make the right one by going to his school? Should I have trusted the prophecies of the man named Erik Lenseherr and taken his way when he and Charles decided to fork away from each other in ideals? What if I had not saved the others in the jet that day, boarded it and moved on with my daily life?
Of course, like humans as they pass of disease, old age, or untimely and unfortunate circumstance -- I had left behind someone I loved with all of my beating heart...and once it became enclosed in this cocoon I now lie within -- that love became hate. Not for this man I loved, per se. Not for those who cried upon my passing. But for Xavier, himself. He cradled me when I was weak, he covered over my scars that were an example of endurance and strength -- and lastly, suppressed the power inside.
Scott....Scott -- I need you.. My voice echoes in his mind, etched in there like a tattoo; an irreplaceable, unremovable spirit of torment and pain. He revels in his anger, his anguish and tearful sorrow for I have left him in such a shambles. Scott...Help me! My voice echoes in his mind, across the roadways, across the lake, bouncing off of the waters and barriers of sanity. As I see him tossing and turning, confined to the room that was once ours I do indeed feel pain for him...though it does not bring me to my knees. Part of me wonders if he will find me, and the other does not care. I would awaken at some point, set ablaze by the thought of Xavier's gall and lies he's spitting to the children that I once taught.
But now, I cannot be controlled. This force has been growing for the decades of my life that I once dedicated to the man who took me in. The eyes that lie behind the sleeping lids burn with retribution; they are bright with the fiery intent on letting my wrath be felt.
Xavier.
I am coming for you.
Password 1:
N3TSP34K
Password 2:
Justice