Post by ADELAIDE LARA KEARNE on Aug 10, 2010 12:10:56 GMT -5
Adeliade Lara Kearne
NAME :: Adeliade Lara Kearne[/blockquote]
NICKNAMES :: Lara, Adell, Alia; most people call her Adell
AGE :: 25
BIRTHDAY :: July 16
BLOOD :: Three quarters magical.
NATIONALITY :: Finnish – Hungarian – German - English
ORIENTATION :: heterosexual
ALLEGIANCE :: Not the Order, per say, but the side of what is just.
HOUSE :: graduated Slytherin
HAIR :: Blonde, medium-long, natural // is often dyed black
EYES :: Blue, no glasses; occasionally wears contacts to change her eyes to brown.
HEIGHT :: 5’ 5”
WEIGHT :: 105 lbs
ETHNICITY :: European
CLOTHING STYLE :: She wears whatever, for the most part, comfortable in jeans and a tshirt, but just as comfortable and elegant in a dress. She wears clothes that fit the mood, be that a dress or slightly suggestive clothing.
FATHER :: Keith Ezra Kearne; 72; Neutral / Order; retired; whereabouts unknown[/blockquote]
MOTHER :: Lilia Nora Kearne [nee Arzamas]; Order; died during childbirth
SIBLINGS :: Younger brother was killed at birth as her mother died.
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS :: Winter Curor; deceased
PETS :: none anymore
WAND :: 11”; oak; chimera scales: while commonly regarded as a darkly influenced wand, it can still be used for good work, though it might have a nasty habit of setting things on fire or ripping them to shreds.[/blockquote]
LANGUAGES :: She knows English and Japanese. English was her first language, but she learned Japanese on an assignment for the Ministry before it was taken over.
MAGICAL HIGHS & LOWS :: Exceptional at potions , and to a lesser extent, transfiguration, but rather terrible at Defense against the Dark Arts. She doesn’t like Dark Arts, but they come to her easily, and all other subjects are mostly lost except for half of Charms class.
SPECIAL ABILITIES :: other than extensive knowledge in Potions, on the dark side and the good, nothing in particular. Otherwise speaking, she qualifies as a savant.
PATRONUS :: Working as an auror for a few short years taught her masses of skills, but most of the Dark Repelling spells wouldn’t work with her wand, the thing just refused to cooperate. But this was the only thing that stuck, giving her a snowy white wolf, large in size that came at her call with a silky coat and
OTHER TALENTS :: Extremely skilled at handicrafts like ceramics and glassblowing, you can often find containers everywhere that she’s made. She likes filling them with potions and other things, so you could find just about anything you would ever want in one of them. Some of them are dangerous, some of them are empty. Also has a special skill for patience, being able to wait for extremely long periods of time without growing bored of irritated for something to happen. In fact, she doesn’t require entertainment at all for the most part, but it is appreciated.
LIKES :: Silence and solitude, the empty ring of empty hallways as a lonesome shuffle of feet echoes down them. The scent of potions, long forgotten what they do, but only now exist, kept because they had been important, and forgotten for the same reason. Winter, a strange cold name for a man once so warm, but now so fitting as he lie beneath the surface. Justice, for the world may not continue as it is now. Tea, a warm, thick substance, soothing to the nerves and healthy for the body, always partaken of warm. Clouds on their paths in the sky, so flawless and carefree, whether they hide the sun or they drop moisture to the ground. Music, another of these soothing things, is also soothing to the mind, but can inspire such sadness and violence in a person. Night, the darkness that conceals imperfections and hides the sorrows one doesn’t want to share with the world.[/blockquote]
DISLIKES :: Her cousin, so evil and dark in his ways and methods, bent on such terrible things as he is; the night of evil inside a man. The petty thought that if one thinks the end is good that they might be allowed to do anything to accomplish it, no matter the cost. Those sounds that are better left unmade and out of earshot, such as fingernails on a chalkboard. The glare of the sun, the brightness of a thousand candles. Complexity in situations that is unnecessary in all forms, yet somehow always there. The hurry and rush of the busy, though they do not know any better than the slow and methodical where the path takes them. Teaching children that do not wish to be taught what you have to present to them, no matter what you do to try to entice them to it.
PARAGRAPH FORMAT :: Two years ago, when Adell had a man she loved, she was usually polite, often warm enough to be considered sociable, but not so much that she would be considered friendly. She was strict, but not to an extreme level. She had an element of all the houses, something rare enough to find, a balanced person, not really anything specific, always floating between what she thought was right and what she desired. She had been sorted Slytherin as a student, and some sort of loyalty remained to her house, despite the bad reputation and the amount of loyalty, bravery, courage, and pride that she had. Adell hated stupidity above all else, and was well known for being cruel toward the person who demonstrated its extent in front of her.
Winter’s death changed all of that, turning a woman who looked upon the world with a slightly optimistic view into one of the coldest hearts you could find, blue eyes that had once held warmth into ice. It wasn't hate of those enemies she had, but simple isolation that made her until she was left like a living corpse, devoid of any strong emotion, trapped in a dead zone of sorts, save one emotion that was always present, that of loss, for she walked away from everything because of a self conception that she was dangerous if she didn't figure out how to control her art and her loyalties. In doing so, Adell learned not to hate, nor to antagonize, like a passive observer watching a river rush by. The same person, but subdued, her warmth harder to find, and the strictness melted away into soft patience. And hovering above it all, like a broken record, the scene of Winter’s death, the man she had once loved.
BIRTHPLACE :: Helsinki, Finland[/blockquote]
HISTORY :: Adelaide had been from a average family, not evil in ways, but uncaring of her in her pursuits, instead content to leave her on her own, or with her aunt as a child. Her aunt had married a mudblood wizard, as Adelaide’s parents called the man, though the child never cared, seeing no meaning in the purity, or supposed purity, of your blood as long as it indeed ran through your veins and kept you alive. Her parents were Aurors, and as a child, Adelaide often wished she could be like them, but she was denied because of her wand, the little piece of wooden art that she couldn't force to her will any better than anyone else, unless of course, she was killing someone, or otherwise injuring them. The only thing besides that it could accomplish was shield spells, and some housekeeping sort of things. And her parents disregarded her until she was simply left her alone in the world, albeit with an inheritance to make most fortunes pale, but everyone whom she might have been related to had just disappeared like smoke, thinning in the air until they were gone. They left the newly graduated girl from Hogwarts a house, filled with countless priceless heirlooms of all types, which very few had any meaning to her. And it was in that abandoned house that she secluded herself, hiding from the world as she amused herself with her art, the deep depths of the dark magic that could kill your soul before the body could react. And she allowed herself to drown in it, forgetting all of the people that had called her a friend or the people who called her an enemy. She forgot grudges, and came to understand humanity in a different way.
It wasn't until she was twenty that she reentered the stream on humanity, taking jobs at the ministry after her request of being an Auror was denied, always working, earning money she never needed, but collected like some sick sort of game. Still practicing her art of potions, but only willing to be a low level sort of worker at the Ministry, denying several invitations to do other jobs, not wanting to be confined in the Ministry's depths working on some obscure project any more than she wanted to do anything else, but even less so, because she didn't want to be weighed down and forbidden to work on anything she pleased. They caught her for a year or a year and a half though, and she did some work until the project was finished and she lingered again as the silhouette she was starting to become. She was human, but she was already starting to die.
Her next assignment had been to be a professor at Hogwarts. Potions master. It wasn't such a bad assignment, and she had accepted, though not thinking herself a good teacher. That had been a troublesome year, with the final rise of a new Dark Lord, Nox, an old schoolmate, and cousin, that had asked her to join him, and she had been unable to join. Adelaide had instead sided with the Auror that had been stationed there, teaching as well, finding someone that cared instead of valued her talent first. It was inevitable, it seemed, for a heart so lonely to find something to love in him, and although she wanted to be around and help, she started feeling a growing sense that she was getting in the way, because she could no more find the strength to directly fight someone who had once been friendly than to turn on Winter. And so, at the end of the year, she had run, returning back to her family home, and keeping herself away from other humanity completely, afraid. But she left a promise that she would resume her position in a few years, when things became easier for her to deal with, though she never indicated she would end up killing herself in order to do it.
In those three years, she never conversed once with another being, nor did she ever venture out for anything other than new sets of materials for her potions and food. Once, she had gone out to register a hard won animagus form change, finding distaste in the snake form she had, and instead adopted what she finally found her patronus was, a beautiful white wolf, regal in standing. It wasn't without side effects, but dealing with brightly gleaming eyes wasn't such a bad thing, though it seemed like she was caught somewhere in the middle of the transformation. Her scar finally calmed after a sufficient amount of time and dosage of the potion that was slowly putting out the strange flames that ate at her soul. Her arm was still left mottled with scar tissue, but it turned white, magical essence still imbued in the skin, but no longer dangerous to the owner, no longer bringing a high hail of death to her door, looming ever closer. Instead she was simply human again, mistake finally healed. She still practiced her art, going ever deeper, but with a caution that kept her safe for the most part.
The price she paid for the advancement and the partial resolution was her life, not in literal terms, but her energy, now subdued into a quiet beauty from her blood line, anger almost fading completely from her abilities. She found that she at first could not speak though, her complete isolation, and the burning loss that she had inflicted upon herself rendering her silent. But it came back slowly, though her voice was softer, tones calming and breathless, light and pure toned. But she was in effect dead, the emotions unable to be expressed, like standing in a steam and watching the water rushing past, but unable to figure out how to move with it. The man she loved could quite possibly be dead, or he was alive, but he had never cared for her, nor her disappearance. It was hard to say for her, the abrupt departure, without a single word said to him, would either have left worry or hate. That loss burned deeper than everything else, knowing that she had brought it on herself the worst of all. Nothing she could do now to heal anything she had done three years back.
But she returned to her place in the Hogwarts staff, her change in attitude winning her no position change this time, though it was well deserved, like a sickness that clung to her soul, only seeming to accent the complete loss of happiness she had inflicted on herself, refusing to blame it on Nox. She fell into her duties easily, relieving the poor chap that had been put in her place while she had been gone. He was quite nearly a mess by the time she took over, the combination of the Dark Lord being a teacher himself and the students that ran around, torturing people quite nearly destroying the man who had so little will-power that Adelaide had been surprised that he hadn't just run away. So with a resolution to try and find Winter, if he was alive, and apologize, not believing herself something worthy of love anymore, and though she might side with good, no longer had any intention of interfering unless she had something to fight for more than herself, thinking the sentiment of living just to live selfish. She also has given up wearing the dresses she would have customarily be seen in four years ago, the simple black ones that had no shape and very little worth. Instead she wore her mother's Auror clothing, the drab clothes that had survived her work.
Adelaide sometimes found it ironic that she had adopted something so similar to the dress of Winter, though nothing was ripped or frayed. She taught a year in this fashion, going through the motions without the heart, doing them because she needed to. There was never an indication to her students that she was any different than the woman that she had been before, except that she no longer left the dungeons at all, no longer fearing Nox, but apathetic towards his presence. The final bit of truth that she found though — that Winter had been killed — brought her word crashing to a halt, and she realized exactly what was happening, for seemingly the first time. But the Order wasn’t good either, the way they tried to mimic evil in trying to get their way. No, Adelaide decided that she would fight on her own, like she should have done all those years ago, no matter that it was blood kin, no matter that she would most likely be alone.
NAME/ALIAS :: You can call me Kip, you can call me Laura.
CHAT :: Kip
HOW YOU FOUND US :: You know me. I get here through mysterious means of travel that is unknown to mere mortals.
OTHER CHARACTERS :: Of course. Full list as of yet: [Leith] [Nox] [Rhea] [Adelaide] [Seth]
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