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#1
Persephone Gormlaith-Avalon Gaunt
Pronunciation:
“Per-steph-phoney Ava-Long Gau-nt”
Nickname(s):
Percy & Perse
Date of Birth:
1st November 1958
Age:
Seventeen
Birthplace:
Edinburgh Scotland, United Kingdom
Race:
Witch
Bloodstatus:
Pureblood - Parselmouth
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History Family:
Persephone is born into a bastard-born side of the Gaunt bloodline, that began with a Dark Witch known as Gormlaith Gaunt through the birth of a bastard son, during early 1600. That was never historically recorded, but later discovered by the niece of Gormlaith shortly after her death in 1634.

The final heirloom that Gormlaith Gaunt could have possibly handed down to her bastard was stolen by her niece. Salazar Slytherin’s wand is now in a permanent state of sleep buried Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where over the top grew a beautifully rare snakewood tree. This left the Gaunt family rather bitter towards the Steward family, since a letter and destroyed wand of the defended Witch was sent back to Ireland where her hidden family was.

Wealth came to the family once more with time, though not through the working with other sides of the Gaunt family. Anger, greed and villainous behaviors held their riches intact. Along with few of them being born with the ability to speak Parseltongue, the larger the association with noble purebloods of the same ability meant the numbers grew more so with time.

There were few uprisings regarding the family many years after this branch had been created, taking the place of their dark ancestors. Such times were harsh for members of the family that tried to click on the society and fit in. The final uprising within the family was settled and torn apart from the inside of the family branches, leaving only two still breathing at the end of the family’s civil war.

Feared throughout Ireland because of the behavior through the generations, the surviving branches that wished to make a difference decided to move to the Scotland. Giving the newer generations a better chance, and calmer beginning.

The first branch still held the broken wand of Gormlaith as a reminder of the darker days of their family, and what hatred they were born with. Angus Fergus Gaunt was one of the last holders of this heirloom, which was handed over to his son and successor William Gaunt.

William Gaunt was the final son born into the family line, with time people from the second branch began to die off. Solidifying the very last bloodline of Gormlaith’s dark branch. This last male heir held a high place in Hogwarts, almost restoring the faith in people that the darkness had left him, more so upon the welcoming of an unlike pureblood marriage of love within spring of 1950.

William’s love was faithfully placed in a Ravenclaw by the name of Elise Bonnet, together they lived happily for a few years. First and only child being born between them during the Pagan celebration of Samhain, November first, 1953.

Persephone Gormlaith-Avalon Gaunt was born at a healthy weight and size. She the pride and joy of her family. A prophecy was told of her being powerful, and thus her parents named her after their ancestor in the hope of giving a new reputation to the name Gormlaith within the wizarding world.
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Personal History:
Being the only child came at some advantages to Persephone, as she had little to no competition for attention nor the grand teachings of her powerful and respected grandfather. It wasn’t long into her life that her parents discovered Persephone’s ability to speak Parseltongue, an ability that had been believed to have died out in her family tree with her grandfather and his siblings family line. Yet, it appeared it wasn’t the case when they decided to visit a local pet store in Edinburgh when Persephone was just a child.

It was decided then that Persephone's grandfather taught her all he knew about the history of Parselmouths within their family, leading all the way back to Salazar Slytherin himself. At a young age, her family's history sparked her interest, and she followed through learning through whatever piece of information she could find.

Homeschooled until the letter from Hogwarts arrived truly shaped the quiet and shy nature of Persephone. Mostly due to her mother's fear of the child being discovered as a Parselmouth in a rather delicate time. Even going to such an extreme to changing the first middle name in her daughters full-name, in the hopes of giving her a chance of friends in Hogwarts.

As the situations within the wizarding world became more dangerous, Persephone had officially become a student at Hogwarts and sorted into the house of Slytherin, much like her father was. She doesn't recall much about her first couple of years at Hogwarts, everything seemed a bit average.

Except for the bullies who made her everyday life almost impossible, extremely hard to make friends.

Family tragedy struck her during the Summer before the beginning of her seventh year. Killing her parents and grandfather who refused to join the Dark Lord as loyal followers and Death Eaters. Persephone was spared as she was hidden away by her grandfather who claimed for her to hide in Parseltongue. Leaving her to hide away, stepping out after the chaos. Confronted by the traumatic scene, and a final Death Eater that happened yet left.

Not having her wand in hand, she took her deceased grandfather's wand. Using the best defense she could muster against a fully grown wizard, that caused her going through a wall. Leaving her with scars from the spell cast, scale-like burns left behind from the torture she faced at the hand of the wizard.

Left shaken, Persephone was comforted by her mother's close friends and housed for the start of the year. Now she was the carrier of the destroyed wand of her dark ancestor and had adopted her beloved grandfather's wand. Having her old wand buried with him, as a sense of leaving a piece of her with him.

Adopting her mother's Patronus, a Black Swan. As an endearment of love for her memory, carrying it as a reminder of who she wants to be.

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House & Year:
Slytherin, Seventh Year

Clubs:
Quidditch - Chaser Position
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Personality: (Explanations are yet to come)
  • Quiet and Reserved
  • Sweetheart & Calm
  • Intelligent
  • Team player
  • Protective & Loyal
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Wands:
First Wand - 11 inch Ebony, Unicorn Hair, Strudy.
Second Wand (grandfather's family inherited wand - creator Mykew Gregorovitch) - 10 inch Snakewod, Basilisk skin, Strudy.

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Boggart:
Persephone's boggart has changed since the attack on her family. her biggest fear takes the form of final Death Eater that was left in her house, after the attack on her family. Leaving her with longterm reminders of her weakness against the people that murdered her parents.

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Patronus:
Black Swan - Thought to have been rarer than a unicorn when first discovered, black swans represent loyalty, monogamous love, and caring for loved ones. They may have a wild youth but remain monogamous later in life. Black swans represent the healing power of love and romance. Have you ever been on the receiving end of a protective mother swan? Dementors will be chased away by a whirling dervish! Source
 
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#2
Anastasia Constance Fitzgerald
Birth Name:
Anastasia Constance Fitzgerald
Known As:
Annie, Ann, Fitz, Fitty.
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Species:
Pureblood, Witch
Date of Birth:
5th December, 1953
House:
Ravenclaw - Head Girl
Wand:
10” Apple, Unicorn Hair, Springy
History:
Born into the Fitzgerald family, in Boston America. Anastasia's family had few ideas of where they'd send their first born. Which brought many magical school to their attention. The final draw came between Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Being a magical historian, Anastasia's mother made the final choice on sending her to Hogwarts, due to it's rich history and record of amazing staff.

Everything was rather normal for the young witch growing up in Boston, she spent time with her tutors. Learnt all she could and got an understanding of where she was meant to be going for study. Understanding it was quite a distance from her home nervousness set in for Anastasia. But with time she settled on the idea more so.

Her grades and education through Hogwarts when started was rather notable. She had already gained a good understanding of their understanding, and the English Ministry of Magic. Which was so important since she was someone from another country, and she wished to continue her studying at Hogwarts.

Seventh year has stepped off in a promising manner, as Anastasia's record had given her the amazing chance to become Head Girl of Ravenclaw, the house she was sorted into on her first year. Much excitement is held for Anastasia in the eyes of her closest friend a Hufflepuff who goes by Laurie. The two are one of most unlikely set of friends, as Annie holds the rules high, and Laurie doesn't quite care for them.

Boggart:
Anastasia’s boggart is of an empty home. As she always fears being left by her parents, and family. Since, Annie has such a love for her family that she fears one day she’d come home from Hogwarts to an empty house. No one there to greet her. In a sense, her own loneliness is her boggart.

Patronus:
Owl - The patronus of an owl symbolises a strong aura of wisdom, and individuals with it shine intellectually. They are not very social people, but they tend to be very admired for the impression their blatant knowledge of the world. Others tend to be comfortable going to these persons for advice, because they know they are trustworthy. They enjoy this reputation, as they love having the ability to steer others into the proper direction. Common in bird patronuses, the owl has a strong spirit that gives them a freedom to do as they please, with little interference of the opinion of society. The most common signs for an owl patronus are Aries and Capricorn, the most common house is Ravenclaw. Source

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#3
Lauren Angelina Harrison

Birth Name:
Lauren Angelina Harrison
Known As:
Laurie, Huffle, Hummingbird.
Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Species:
Muggleborn, Witch.
Date of Birth:
13th October, 1953
House:
Hufflepuff
Wand:
11" Aspen, Phoenix Tail Feather, Flexible.
History:
Lauren Angelina Harrison, born to a loving family located in Manchester. Youngest of six, and the only witch, Laurie's brothers and sisters tended to leave her out of things. Out of possible envy or jealously, she wasn't quite sure. All the sweet girl truly remembers of her childhood before Hogwarts days it was lonely, she had far and few friends.

Everything changed between her siblings when Laurie turned eleven, and was given her letter from Hogwarts. Of which, made all her older siblings upset in the sense of them not wanting to have her go. She was their little sister, and they must protect her. They couldn't do that when she was to be sent away. On her own she travelled to Ollivander's, and found herself paired with an old Aspen wand, which was waiting quite sometime for its master to turn up.

Very quickly did she find a friend in her wand, as it was rather blunt and talkative. Ollivander had told her it was the type of wood. They were always rather defiant and talkative, quite like their masters at the best of times.

The wand chooses the master. Is a thought that had crossed Laurie's mind when using spells with her wand, as it always looked from someone like itself. So it's feelings could be matched. Her knowledge of this always helped use her wand, when it was being a little bit on the defiant side.

Upon the train to Hogwarts, Lauren found herself stuffed into one of the packed cabins with an Anastasia Fitzgerald. Through the long train ride the girls bonded and laughed about their similar interests. Laurie learnt so much about her new dear friend in such a short time, and same went for Annie learning about her. Yet, the girls had to go their own ways upon Annie being sorted into Ravenclaw, and shortly after Laurie was sorted into Hufflepuff.

It didn't stop the two from every hanging around with one another. All the years at Hogwarts, they found each other as their own company. Annie took on a role of being her dear friend's tutor, and Laurie taught Annie about the muggle world and what life was like being born into a muggle family.

Laurie learnt she had a talent for a few subjects on her own, such as; History of Magic and Herbology.

Settling into coming back to Hogwarts for her seventh year, she has heard about the recent attacks on some pureblood families, and fears for her friends and close peers.

Boggart:

The fear of blood has been one of the biggest downfalls of Lauren since childhood. So when coming face-to-face with her boggart for the first time it took the form of her dear and close friend Annie, who was laying down on the ground. Blood seeping violently from wounds that she had gotten. Maggots biting into her dear friend's cheek and almost rotting flesh. The scene had lead to Lauren fainting in class.

Patronus:

Hummingbird -The hummingbird is a very carefree patronus, and shows a free spirit. These are those who want to enjoy every aspect of life and embrace it to it’s full potential. They are social, but they also need an amount of time alone to try and find their own path. They are sensitive and influenced easily by what others say about them. They try to act as though they are independent, but they take every compliment and insult they receive with extreme consideration. They want to please everyone. The most common house for a hummingbird patronus is Hufflepuff. The most common signs are Libra and Cancer. Source
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#4
Pedro Rowan Govanni

Birth Name:
Pedro Rowan Omar Govanni
Known As:
Pedro, Dro, Rowan, Row, Govanni, Gio.
Age:
Sixteen
Gender:
Male
Species:
Half-Blood, Wizard.
Date of Birth:
31th October, 1954
House:
Gryffindor
Wand:
11" Black Walnut, Flexible, Pheonix Tail Feather
History:
Pedro Rowan Omar Govanni was born between a English pure-blood witch and an Italian merchant. Making him a mix between the magical world, and muggle-world. Being his father's discovery into the wizarding world, Pedro's father grew an interest in his wife's secret life that she was forced to hide. All-and-all, the gifts that the little Govanni boy was granted from his mother's genetics brought his family closer.

Growing up in a modest area, Pedro never saw children like him, not until the Harrison family moved into the house across the street. At the time he remembered his muggle grandfather sitting on the porch, scoffing at the number of red heads pouring out of the cars. 'They were largest number of carrot tops' his grandfather ever saw in one gathering. Young Pedro didn't truly care about them too much, as he sat there on the grass watching the family move into the house, few carrying personal boxes in hand. Even a girl no older than him by one or two years. Unlike her siblings, this carrot top didn't seem to have the ratty features like the others. Even upon meeting her better at her family's introduction did Pedro notice her gem-blue doe like eyes, and bubbly nature.

She was named Lauren Harrison, affectionately called Laurie, but to him she was his Carrot Top.

It didn't take long for the Carrot Top to transfer to his local primary school, being two years above him. He always thought her bubbly nature would cause her to be popular, but all in truth she wasn't. Carrot Top didn't fit in. Even with her siblings it seemed, as she was often hiding up on the roof at night sleeping to a local stray that plagued the area for years.

Pedro was quite a troublemaker during this time of Lauren's moving into the neighbour, and the new girl just had to be his next target. He went to all levels and extremes to scare the poor girl, even gifting her a frog during her a toad one birthday. Much to his surprise stupid Carrot Top adored the bloody thing, named him Rowan almost to get back at him, not that it really harmed him. Almost flattered the boy that someone named something after him.

Over the years his teasing did really begin to test Lauren, and finally all imploded when Pedro dared to try kill Rowan, Carrot Top's beloved toad. Truly, it wasn't him though. It was a spell he'd learnt all by himself, to cast the image of Rowan. The next thing he knew, he was vomiting up slug's in his backyard, as a puffy-eyed Lauren Harrison stared at him. Sniffling.

Pedro had met and learnt of his first muggle-born witch, his neighbour of two years. A girl he secretly admired, but was told 'you tease the girls you like'. He never knew she was an actual witch! Someone just like him. Vomiting up slugs didn't seem half-bad, after-all he had met his first witch other than his mother.

Of course, everything changed after that his 'play-mate' no longer hung around, and the whole Harrison family grew distance after the incident involving slugs. Time flew quick enough that Pedro Govanni even got his own letter to Hogwarts, believing himself superior in more levels than one when it came to his abilities as a wizard. Pedro's trouble-making attitude, and head-strung personality found him sorted into Gryffindor. Leading to the delightful surprise of meeting Laurie again, but she was a Hufflepuff, a Badger and he a Lion.

In his five years since attending Hogwarts, Pedro grew a decent crowd around him, though hung by one friend as troublesome as he. His magic improved, and the relationship that he hoped to rope Lauren into was slipping away from him. So much was riding on him for this next year, he had tried so hard to make her sob, and turn into a ball of mush since arriving. He couldn't possibly not have her cave in before she graduates... She's a Hufflepuff for Christ's sake!

But he didn't only have pranks planned for the Hufflepuffs, but anyone and anything that got in his and his friend's way.

Boggart:

N/A
Patronus:
Tiger -The tiger is a very strong, independent patronus. They have a fierce personality to them that they show openly, and have no problem doing it. However, there is more to them than just an impression, they have parts of their past that are a bit dark, and that has caused them to grow a bit cynical. They don’t like to show their feelings to others, as they like to maintain the impression for themselves and for others that they are unbreakable. They are not fast to warm up to anyone, but once they do they will protect you with all that they have. The most common house for a tiger patronus is Slytherin. The most common signs are Gemini and Aquarius. Source
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#5
Morrigan Quinn

Birth Name:
Morrigan Silvaria Quinn
Known As:
Morrigan, Morgan, Silver, Quinn and Silvaria.
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female

Species:
Pure-Blood, Witch
Date of Birth:
1st September 1957
House:
Slytherin, Seventh Year.
Wand:
12" Walnut, Doxy Wing - Inflexible

History:
The importance of blood purity was always kept high within the Quinn family. Disgusted by the very thought of sharing their glorious destinies with muggle-borns. Members of the Quinn family have fallen into rebellion as they found themselves on the against of muggle-born witches and wizard policies. Such pure blood views had caused many problems for the Quinn family in the past, but they weren’t going to change such thoughts because of some simpletons.

Quinns’ were the respective members of the serpent house of Hogwarts, Slytherin. Morrigan Silvaria Quinn just turned twelve when she was sorted into Slytherin, views and thoughts towards half-breeds and muggle born witches or wizards already established in the girl’s personality. Her parents two loyal followers of the Dark Lord, and heir apparent to Slytherin besides his weakling cousins of the Gaunt family. Morrigan passed through her years at Hogwarts swimmingly, a pride to her family as she completed the task of watching Persephone Gaunt from a distance.

Morrigan’s Task: To watch the last Gaunt child, and see if she could possibly be any use to the Dark Lord. Try to confirm if possible if the girl inherited the blood-born trait of the family, being a Parselmouth, as it had skipped her father’s generation.

Observations went all according to what the Dark Lord had assumed for his cousin. Morrigan admired the power the young witch had, and undoubtedly noted that she truly would be a great asset to the Death Eaters their cause. Yet, Quinn’s knew that the girl’s ties to family wouldn’t possibly make her assist them. Thus, upon completing her trails to become a full Death Eater, in her sixth year at Hogwarts. Morrigan hatched a plan to rid her of the challenge of obtaining Persephone Gaunt’s allegiance, planning the murder of her entire family, and the torture of the apparent Heiress of Slytherin.

Recruitment of another student from Hogwarts, the young woman was tasked with the role of a watchful eye. Thinking of tests to truly match the new recruit’s loyalty and connections with others of lower value in the vision of the Dark Lord.

Firstly, Morrigan put her plans into action for the Gaunt family, with the assistance of her friends that she acquired. The Dark Witch didn’t take care of her parents leaving that to a more practised Death Eater. She engaged in the torturing of Persephone Gaunt by the use of one of the unforgivable curses, the Cruciatus Curse. After destroying her wand in a one-on-one confrontation. The duel lead her to a wound over her right eye like a gash, as her mask cracked and cut her face in the light duel before the torture commenced.

After leaving the residence of the now fallen branch of the Gaunt family, Morrigan recalled fondly to her partners in the crime that she; “Had never felt so alive in her life. The Dark Lord should be deeply pleased with our efforts…” For a normally quiet and calculating being, this was the first time Morrigan Silvaria Quinn had voiced her sadistic thoughts for the very first time. Rewarded in a strengthening position within the ranks of the Death Eaters by her actions, and not getting caught the young woman became further confident of her thoughts towards plans for the Heiress of Slytherin when she got back to Hogwarts.

“I’ll have her cleanse the halls of Hogwarts of the mud-bloods, so when you make your presence upon the grounds of Hogwarts… You won’t have to gaze upon such filth, my Lord.” Morrigan promised, before setting off to prepare for her final and most eventful year ahead at Hogwarts. Upon the travel to Hogwarts, the pupil of darkness reminded herself of her last four missions at Hogwarts that year.
  1. Test the allegiance and loyalty of their new recruit.
  2. Get Persephone Gaunt to fall into line and follow the Dark Lord’s wishes.
  3. Re-open the Chamber of Secrets through the use of Persephone Gaunt, and cleanse Hogwarts of Muggle-Born filth.
  4. Survive.
||Sadistic||
Morrigan since childhood had shown taken pleasure in the discomfort, and upset of others. Believed to be due to the nature of her parents, she didn't hold any notion of love or care like most children would. It started with bullying her younger siblings, twins that hadn’t quite the normal personality of the Quinn family. Further developing when Morrigan entered Hogwarts and started watching her targets from a distance. Full peak of her sadistic personality was noted during the time she used the Cruciatus Curse against Persephone Gaunt in the break of 1975.

||Calculating||
Like an animal stalking her prey, Morrigan watches her targets from a distance. Calculating if they’d be effective or a downfall if they were to join the Death Eaters. Being the watching eye for the Dark Lord in a place that he couldn’t control some of his followers, Morrigan feeds reports of betrayal, or ill-status creatures bringing down their cause, back to the Death Eaters to do their Lord’s bidding.

||Loyal||
Having full beliefs in the eyes of what Lord Voldermort wishes, and his vision for the new order within the Wizarding World. Morrigan follows and completes all tasks and missions that she has been given to the highest level of efficiency.

Boggart: N/A
Patronus: None - From a young age, Morrigan wasn't able to summon a Patronus.





 

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#6




















Sigrid Elise Volok
The air about that day felt heavy to Alexandria, almost if something was to go horribly wrong. Winds shook trees, and leaves blew violently along the ground. Shades of brown, orange, yellow, and red. Signs of autumn, something the young woman like to observe on her walk towards the museum she worked in. Cool breezes tousled her hair around slightly, almost letting it wave and curl with the wind.

No one else on the street seemed to notice the ill aura that the day held, maybe it was because they were human and Alexandria… Well she was different. A being of difference of having abilities the normal human being didn’t have, like she can use magic and cast healing spells. Along with the rare chance of being able to see into someone’s mind, and listen to their thoughts as they walked by her.

Yet, today. There wasn’t really anyone thinking about anything for her to notice at all. Sighing in a bored state, she stuffed her cool fingers into her jacket pocket. Moving through the peck-hour crowds in a sleek movement.

Finally, she found herself standing on the steps to her workplace staring absently into the sky for a moment. Alexandria felt lost almost in the sky, and how beautiful it was that morning. Blinking quietly for a moment, a lullaby that played through her memories echoed songs of beautiful morning skies like these.

Such beauty held the sky, and yet it looked so lonely without the stars visible. Alexandria thought in a gentle light, before turning once more heading into the confinements of her office. Making her way down the dark and dusty attic, she quietly ushered through the halls. Hoping to not disturb anyone.

The sweet little doe soon found herself quietly working, typing out old logs from documents dated back centuries.



  
 

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#7
Opal Dorothea Gibbins

Known As:
"Opal" - Called by others as it is her first name, and more often when she's being scolded.
"Hedwig" - An affectionate nickname given to her by close family due to her love for Hedwig in, Harry Potter.

"Thea" - Young Thomas Frazer called her Thea affectionately, though dropped it in high-school. Called her it for the final time before she left Scotland for Greece, as he was actually upset about her leaving.
"Gibby" - Came from the fantasy beings that helped her as a child.
"Gibbs" - Called by peers in high-school and university.
Date of Birth:
27th December 1996
Age:
Twenty O
ne
Gender:
Female
Ethnicity:
Mix of Germanic decent and Celtic
Occupation:
Historical Mythology Student - Scholarship Program in Greece.

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Hair Colour:
Brunette
Eye Colour:
Cedar Brown
Skin Tone:
Fair Complexion - Beauty mark along her jaw line.
Height:
5'5"ft
Weight:
60kg
Scars:
Nil
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Family:
Mother - Janette Angelina Gibbins (nee.
Father -
Marital Status:
Single - Never really had any serious past relationships either.
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History:
Born into a modest family of very little wealth or possessions, Opal Dorothea Gibbins more affectionately known as Hedwig to her family. Due to her love for the magic series of Harry Potter as a child. More notably fer favourite character was Harry's pet owl, Hedwig. So her famiy adopted the nickname for her.

Opal's childhood wasn't particularly good or bad in a matter of events with up bringing. She went to school everyday like most children, not always with lunch, or with clean fitting clothes but the sweet girl seemed to manage. Cruelty of other meant Opal was indeed a target of bullying, due to her family's minimal wealth in an area of snobbery. Taking insults as just harshly spoke words by people who didn't know better or hold much respect for her as their peer. Yet, sweet Opal decided she didn't need them as friends, as she had her family and wicked imagination.

Dreaming of tea parties with the sweetest of creatures, and them helping Opal through her homework in days past under trees by her family meadow. A child of the Highlands, Scotland there was much to help the sweet girl's imagination run wild, her favourite spot being to play was up the hill from the meadow in the middle of the a stonehenge. Her grandfather Angus Gibbins told her of the people of nature once came there to pray to the Gods and Goddness of life, death and nature. It made Opal interested in all the beautiful and old landscapes around the ancient family property.

One day, aged nine Opal Dorothea Gibbins met a young boy that moved into the countryside with his very wealthy family. They seemed to hit it off very well, due to their similar interests and personalities. Spending long days out in the meadows off their properties, or running around near the henges laughing and playing. Enjoying themselves where they can.

Thomas Frazer was the sweet boy's name, and he was the first boy that Opal truly did love. Attending the same high school with some assistance from the Frazer family, Opal and Thomas studied hard together. Though, with time their relationship drifted apart due to Thomas's new social circle that didn't involve Opal an awful amount. Alone again, Opal often found herself thrown into study under the trees, and drifting off in day-dreams during the day classes. Funnily enough, Opal still managed to attend school, and maintain the top student of her year status with her test records.

High school was a breeze in the sense of studying, but not so much as friends. Thomas almost became completely distant which broke Opal's heart, and thus ended the emotional connection she carried for him. On her final years, Opal Dorothea Gibbins, more commonly known as Gibbs by her peers had enrolled in a international program for historical studies. Great luck would have her enrolled and travelling to Athens, Greece to study under some of the brightest minds regarding Greek Mythology. A subject that truly interested the now young woman.

Fitting into life in Greece quite nicely, Opal found herself exploring much like she did at home. Taking in the beautiful landscapes and architecture of times long since passed. Opal Dorothea Gibbins, would often find herself reading texts from the ancient buildings and temples. To educate and understand the surrounding around her a bit better.

A fine summer day, caught the young student investigating the ruins of an old temple. Attracting the attention of some people of old faith and followers of Hades the God and King of the Underworld. Little did she know that they had planned for her... To kidnap her and offer her to Hades as a bride in the means of showing their loyalty. Finding him the most beautiful Queen to rule the darkness of the Underworld at the side of Hades, after Persephone's betrayal.


 
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#8
Chapter One: The Bride of Hades
Long ago in myths the Ancient Greeks told their unwilling daughters, legends spoke of Hades. The God of the Underworld and his search for the perfect companion after the betrayal of his bride Persephone sometime after they wedded and had many a children. Only the loyalest of Hades's followers searched for the one true bride spoken of by Apollo that would warm his uncle lonely heart.

The prophecy foretold of a beautiful woman born from far away seas, where legends and myths were still of nature and pure. Cultured and educated she shall be. Speaker of strange tongue, and knowledge of worlds passed the time of the Gods that ruled Olympus. Where she be found? Far from her home, upon the lands watched by the Greek Gods.

For centuries the loyalest of followers have searched for his one true bride, the woman that came from another world from far away seas. Many women have since been sent to the Underworld to become the bride of Hades, and since then many have failed.

Generations and generations of loyal followers have told their children of such tales, and legends about the one true bride of Hades. A woman that was truly believed to be a beauty befitting a queen, whom spoke another and strange tongue rather than their own.

Thousands of years had passed since Persephone's betrayal and travel back to Olympus. The temple of Hades was in horrid ruins after people of different beliefs destroyed it leaving it in a state of ruins. Followers still take care of the vague temple that still stands in horrible condition, respectively praying to their God every night and day. Leaving pleasing offerings, watching and waiting for the time that a promising bride to appear.

In the modern era, year 2018, a woman much like the legend was spotted gazing over the ruins of the temple. Looking over statues, and texts of old. Watching her kindness and respect among the ruins of their God's temple, the loyal men of Hades decided to try one more time to send off a bride to the King of the Underworld. In the hopes of success, as the ritual had killed all other women before she.

Opal Dorothea Gibbins, a student they found out by following her. A woman from Scotland, making it considerable that she was from worlds passed the eyes on Olympus's gaze. Vocal in Gaelic and a beauty of considerable kindness... To them she was perfect. A bride fit for their God.
 
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#10
Pearl Tidly
Date of Birth: 27th June 1997
Age: Twenty
Birthplace: Willow, Alaska
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf
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Hair Colour: Brunette
Eye Colour: Soft Green
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5”6 Ft
Weight: 111lbs
Scars: None
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Family:

  • Mr Thomas Tildy (Father) - A passionate and protective father over his young, Thomas is well respected in his pack, second to the Alpha, his position of Betta has been maintained since late teenage years. No one daring to challenge him, or his family while he stands so close to the Alpha.

  • Mrs Alice Tildy (Mother) - Alice was a wild at heart she-wolf before mating with her husband and lover Thomas. Having several children to him, their youngest and only daughter being Pearl Tildy. She has a connection and bond with all her children, and would willingly lay down her life for them. Alice has expressed concerns about her daughter not yet being mated, little to both her and husband’s knowledge her mate is the Alpha’s oldest son, and she was rejected by him.
Marital Status: Mated - Alpha’s Son and Ranked Sentinel (Rejected by Mate)
Pack: Snow Peaks
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Background Information: Born in Willow Alaska, on the expanding territory of the Snow Peaks Pack. Pearl was welcomed as the only daughter to the pack’s Betta and his mate. Her nature always showed great promise for the pack, being raised by the side of the Alpha’s young. She’s been one of the smartest young females in the pack, taking after her father in wits. Which got her out of a lot of trouble from a young age.

In school, Pearl made more friends outside of the pack, then inside. As she had found being raised by the side of the Alpha’s young worked well, but it also made other young werewolves fear her. Stepping into teenage years, Pearl first bonded with her mate, finding him out to be the eldest son of the Alpha. Several years difference between them made things like connecting hard, and his stubborn nature made things hard. Since he had a reputation of getting whatever girl he wanted in the pack. Wanting everyone except his mate.

Adulthood people began to get concerned with her lacking a mate. Since everyone believed her mate actually hadn’t been born yet, it worked well for the Ranked Sentinel that didn’t want anything from her. Walking away from the pack at eighteen to travel the world, she felt at peace for once not feeling the pain of being around her mate that had everything and every female he wanted. Once she was ready she returned, a beautiful developed young woman, and an even more beautiful she-wolf.

Turning her gaze back to her, and changing his mind once and for all. This starting their complex relationship.

 
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#11
Marigold Peggy Evans

Known As:
>Mari - Often called affectionately by her close friends and family. Not many people in the states call her this.

>Peggy - A name used by her Australian grandfather and grandmother who added Peggy Carter and many other agents during World War II. Marigold was given the name Peggy as a fond memory served towards a good friend her grandparents lost contact with.

>Peg - Known to people who come to her store and call her Peg because they like the ring it has.

>Little Miss Retro - A little jab at Marigold's clothing by men her age, and teenage boys around the area.
Date of Birth:

27th December 1996
Age:
Twenty One
Gender:
Female
Ethnicity:
Western Australian, born in East Fremantle. Mixed origins from grandparents on her father's side as her grandfather was from Boston, and grandmother was an Australian born woman with quarter Scottish in her blood.
Occupation:
Owner and Shop Keep of Evan's Antiques

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Hair Colour:
Brunette
Eye Colour:
Deep Sapphire Blue
Skin Tone:
Fair Complexion
Height:
5'5"ft
Weight:
60kg
Scars:
Nil
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Family:
Mother - Janette Angelina Evans (nee. Perkins), deceased: road accident
Father - Alexander Marcus Evans, deceased: road accident killed with wife
Grandparents - Mr and Mrs Evans alive
Marital Status:
Single - Never really had any serious past relationships either.
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History: Born during the hot Western Australian summer in the suburb of East Fremantle, Janette and Alexander welcomed their first and only child into the world. Naming her Marigold Peggy Evans in respect for Alexander's parents and their names that were chosen for their granddaughter. Raised within a modest family home with both parents, and grandparents, Marigold knew the importance of family and being close to family. Loneliness and separation from her peer group since the young girl grew up in the farmland in a small town called Beverley was something Marigold learnt about from a young age.


Books and imagination seemed to be her best friends for a long time before school. Starting school was the sweet young girl’s, first true experience of meeting children her age. It went swimmingly and she gained some life long friends that have kept contact through the tougher times. More so when Marigold reached high school, and her parents were killed in an accident on the way home from dropping her off at school in the city. Causing a large amount of grief and pain regarding the death of her parents and study. Consequently leading to Marigold dropping out of high school, selling her family farm and moving aboard to live with her retired grandparents who'd moved to America to comfort their old friend Peggy Carter.

Marigold didn't take time to meet new people, nor did she really seem interested. The now young woman of eighteen threw herself into work to support the remaining family she had left. By twenty she had saved enough to open a small antique store, modelling it after the shop her grandparents used as a spy headquarters during the war. Business was working very well in the small and calm area her store was.

She now lives on her own in an old flat that was build before the second world war. It's in pretty bad shape, but its now considered home to her. Often, Marigold finds herself sitting out over the balcony watching the city life around her. The bustling people in the night, and early morning. It was one of her favourite hobbies along with singing and swing dancing that her grandparents taught her as a child before moving to America. During the long lonely nights she would stare out at the stars and sing songs of the past that made her feel warm and remember family's warmth.
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Likes:

  • Singing
  • Swing Dancing
  • Reading Novels
  • Drinking Tea
  • Fond Memories of Good Times.
Dislikes:
  • Rude People
  • Cruelty to others that need to be defended
  • War and what it does to people
  • Feeling lonely and isolated

 
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#12
Dorothy "Dot" Helen Townley


Age:
Twenty-Four

Occupation:
Performing Singer and Barmaid at the Garrison. Formerly a registered ANZAC Nurse located Gallipoli, Ottoman Peninsula moved to the Western Front after troops pulled out 1915. Originally a farmer's daughter.

Appearance:
Dorothy is rather average in height for a young woman, slender in figure. Complexion fair without a trace of a mark from stress or the war's presence in her life. Nicely shaped brows that match her beautifully styled chest-nut brown hair that is often gracefully placed in waves while performing or a messy updo when behind the bar. Sweet honey brown eyes that are almost like a wild doe's would be shaped, glittering beautifully in the dullest of lighting. Long slim nose. Beautifully plump lips are often coated in a lovely plum red shade or orange red.



Personality:
Rather a capable and adaptable young woman, during the war Dorothy learnt to cope with many changes in situation as well as circumstances. Friendly in established business situations where she's working one on one with people, Dorothy is often seen chatting and collecting gossip from her patrons almost like an old widow would. Not many know much about Dorothy's truly rather shy and innocent persona that longs for that storybook love, and dashing prince to save her from the nightmares she suffers from. Regarded as a bit of a mystery to all first meeting her, as she has never disclosed the reason of deciding to never go home to Australia. Rather snappy and quick to temper on bad days.

Acquired Skills:
- Speaks French, English and understands a little bit of German and Turkish.
- Nursing (fully trained to do surgical nursing, amputations and more).
- Lip-reading
- Bar tending
- Writing; War Stories, Poems, etc.
- Holding and retaining important information for officials and people who've been searching for certain information.

Brief History:
Born in East Fremantle to a rather modest family, that didn't own too much but a family farm. Dorothy Helen Townley was nothing more than a normal child with an overactive imagination. Raised beside several brothers and no sisters, the sweet girl that family and friends affectionately called "Dot" was rather left to her own devises. In a small shire known as York her family's farm was settled, and crops were their livelihood, along with the vast cattle and livestock her family produced. Dorothy took responsibilities around her home rather seriously, often going out with her father and brother's to control the local kangaroo population before they become too much of a pest. So, from a very young age Dot learnt how to use a gun and hunt.

Sweet farm child Dorothy had seen many things within her short life, aged six years old, Dot witnessed her homeland become a country under the Commonweath. Yet, still were proud to follow their then queen and watch her rule from the mother land. Australia mourned the loss of Queen Victoria, but in a timely fashion welcomed a new King as the laws of procession advised. Like most families though, the Townleys' never knew that a war of such measure would come with Britain's allegiance.

At the time war broke out Dorothy had been thrown into heavy duty nurse's training, planned to be shipped off to Gallipoli on the Ottoman Peninsula. The landing on the beach shores of the Peninsula was something stained in the young woman's mind, blood stained the waters red that day. Those months in Gallipoli were images of hell, and a time Dot would rather not remember as she had watched so many broken men leave this world in a mangled state. At the end of that hellish time in the bosom of the Ottoman Empire, the now practices and talented nurse was shipped off the the Western Front of manage a bunch of roles and soldiers from both sides.

On the Western Front, Dorothy Townley met the first man to spark something within her heart. A kind private from English soil, a true gentleman that didn't make her feel like a freak from a farm. Strange how well they bonded in a time when death could have been so near. Her love wrote her into his will being his money wouldn't go to anyone if he died, so he wished to give it to Miss. D.H.Townley for good fortune in her future. The death of her Mr. Edward and a few brothers left her broken and unwilling to go home. She found a goal to if she survived the war, Dorothy Townley would move to England and set up a new life for herself.

She didn't hold much hope for herself, setting a small flat up with rundown furniture before one day a door on the door came regarding the estate of her Mr Edward. Since then Dot has been able to find work at a local bar known at the Garrison, and on the side sell her talents of information collecting. Yet, she dreams to open up a modest shop one day in memory of her beloved Mr. Edward.

Likes:
- Privacy
- Music
- A little bit of gossip
- Animals
- Warm Summers
- Memories of Simpler Days
- Reading and Writing Stories
- Drinking some tea at the end of a long day.

Dislikes:
- Cold days
- Snobbery
- Rude people

 
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#13
Dorothy "Dot" Helen Townley

Location:
The Garrison, Birmingham
Mentions:
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Miss Townley was rather glad when the last of the Shelby brother left in the early hours of the morning, because it meant finally, she could start the long cleaning job. Moving to the door she flicked the locked, and turned over the 'sorry we're closed' sign. A breath of exhaustion left the plumps lips the smaller woman had, turning on her heel work was about to begin. Humming softly a tune that reminded her of the bushes, and shrubs she was used to back home in the town of York. Walking down to the cleaning supplies Dot grabbed herself the tools she needed in order to get the job done.

Carrying a bucket filled with soapy water, mop and scrub brush for some areas around the dirty and almost muddy wooden flooring. Drinking in her surroundings with eyes of honey brown, two nicely shaped eyebrows knitted together when noticed some of the damage from the night. Apart of her right then and there wanted to spit the dummy, it could have mainly fuelled by her own exhaustion. Toddling over towards the messes made. Dot dropped the metal bucket on the floor and got to work, water sloshing over the side of the bucket when it landed on the wooden flooring.

Kneeling down onto the dirty floor, the brunette grabbed her scrubbing brush and dunked it into the water. Rolling her long dress sleeves up to her elbows with her left hand, exposing pale elbows. A daily routine before finishing her night shift was cleaning up the place, and making it look somewhat presentable. Swiftly brushing the cleaning brush up and down on the wood, and then working on the mopping along the floor once they were clear of stains. The immigrant, and former nurse found herself lost within the scrubbing as it reminded her so much of cleaning blood from things much like her uniform.

The expectations Dorothy had for what the floor should have looked like were quite high, so there she stayed on her knees scrubbing for a good hour and half, and mopping was much the same in time. Standing once more sent an ache through her knees and back, much like the strains of nursing used to put on her. Wiping her hand onto her skirt of dirty gray which was stuck to angry red knees that throbbed painfully. Dorothy regarded the pain as being all worth it though, mainly because the floors looked absolutely spotless and almost shiny clean.

"You have out done yourself again, Dot." Harry stated stepping out from his office, counting up on the profits made from the night before. Wavering slightly, she could see the stress really beginning to effect Harry's well-being.

"Well, presentation is everything. So, everyone says." Dot laughed in a vague manner, standing there with her knuckles resting in the crook of her hips. The honey eyed beauty felt extremely proud of the effort she had put in.

"This is true, and its not like we'd be vaguely popular if we didn't take care of that." Her boss recounted back, flashing her a easier smile. For, Dot it was almost a sense of relief when she saw a moment of approval like this from Harry because other times he has been quite difficult. In spite of that, Dot worked hard and did her best to earn a living from the Garrison's work.

Dorothy Townley found herself once again back at work, strolling down into the storage cupboard to place everything back where it was meant to be. All except the bucket went back right away, because she was going to empty the dirty water onto the garden. However she was going to do that when sunlight came beaming in through the windows, and the wooden floors were completely dry. Polishing the empty tables was next, making the wood spark and shine in the dim light of the often smoke filled bar.

Walking out to tables where the floor had already partly dried, she wiped them down and them used a old cloth dug into the polish. Dot found herself humming sweetly as she worked, and but the further she got caught in a melody she began to sing. In time with each hand movement, the young woman sung like a caged bird trapped in a world she merely didn't understand. Coping and adapting from the war's conditions had coursed things to be impossibly hard with moving into a brand new area and country.
***
Dorothy knew no one, nor did she completely trust them. Everyone around seemed to have their own things they were dealing with, or were working with the local gangsters which didn't seem overly appealing. So, she kept rather to herself. At the arrival of her first break Dorothy unlocked the Garrison's front door and sat quietly on the step, watching the sun begin to rise. This opportunity was always her favourite, watching the clouds from the overcast morning be kissed by a beautiful golden glow, and some almost a gentle orange from the sun's touch. It was so calming, and a time she could just sit and do nothing even if her cigarette just burnt down.

Morning's cool breeze blew her short bobbed waves, kissing and tickling her cheeks. There was a certain tenderness in the moment, almost reminding her of a touch and lips she once found comfort in. Blinking back tears at sorrowful memories, there was no use crying over a man that was forgotten to rest of the world now. Pushing herself up from the shop steps, Dot went back into the beautifully polished and crisp looking bar, Harry was finally beginning to work on the bar as she had finished everything else. Wiping away the smallest trace of tears, the brunette immigrant bent down and picked up the metal bucket filled of cold murky water.

Stepping back outside, she began to walk down the road. Simply paced, carrying the right buck on her dominate right side. Moving to a few flower beds she found, pouring the water onto the plants allowing them at the very least a chance to be watered. Heading back towards the Garrison people were more lively wandering down the streets, or awakening for another working day. Enjoying the crisp freshness of the morning walk, Dorothy dreaded the fact that it was very quick to end. Walking up the few short steps, and opening the door. Honey brown eyes gazing at the ground, at the ringing of the bell before looking up at a familiar voice.

"Hey, Harry, you seen my coat?" John Shelby had said when she entered the bar once more, causing her to look up at his taller figure.

"Oh, G'day, Mister Shelby." Dorothy said in a light tone of voice, breaking away from her light daze. Offering a gentle smile.




 
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#14
Faye of the Forest


Age:


Nineteen

Clan:
Eastern Forest Clan

Rank:
Heiress (Princess) to the Eastern Clan and Seeing Eye

Languages Spoken:
- Eastern Forest Tribal Tongue
- Seer (When having visions or dreams. Speaks in riddles and rhymes).
- Partial Norse

Ethnicity:
Half-Viking Norseman/Half-Eastern Forest Child

Appearance:
Faye is a rather average height female standing tall at five foot and six inches. Due to very little exposure to the sun (shaded by trees all her life), her skin has developed to be a clean milk white. No imperfections, freckles, beauty marks or tattoos are on her skin. Slim build with some built muscle from climbing trees and hunting, Faye's muscles are mainly built from core, arms, and legs. Considering her Norse heritage she has a few traits from the blue-gray eyes, and long bridged nose she has gained father's relations. Mostly her features came from her mother, in the respective manner of face shape, doe shaped eyes, big pink plump lips and beautifully natural tousles of red locks.

Personality Aspects:

Patience - Living with the Eastern Forest Tribe as a child she learnt how to hunt, and the required patience that comes with that. It has come in handy with arguments and fights between clan's people and arranging agreements and solutions. Through many instances with other tribes disagreeing, and wars between fellow clansmen has managed to become quite well practised in patience.

Resourceful - Making any situation a case of learning and gaining the needed resources to get out of messy situations. Another chance that Faye has been able to express such a resourceful nature is by using many different measures to get what she wants, and gain the needed information.

Devoted - Faye has a pronounced devotion to her people, always willingly supporting them in whatever they need. Joining men on hunts in the forest, or preparing feasts, rituals and supper. She carries her existence to benefit her people and assist them in any means that is necessary for their quality of life to be the absolute best and wishes are achieved. In some cases this has been a negative quality too because she has an bias towards the people saved her life when she was an infant.

Sincere - Faye speaks of things truthfully, and means everything she says. She's not the type to lie and act falsely as her grandparents taught her to be better than that. Faye as a young woman is more than capable to speak of her feelings and emotions that plague and in turn bother her.

Loyal - Faye is expressively loyal to the people she loves and trust. Also, holding a large amount of loyalty to the Gods of the Forest around her.

Affectionate & Mothering - Considered the second mother to some of the children in the Eastern Forest Tribe she's quite a loving and mothering character. Holding children and weaker beings in higher regard and being very protective over them. Romantically has never been involved with a male because Faye has been told from a young age she was to wed for alliance building, so she's distracted herself from any notable emotional connection with males around her.

Adventurous - Considered quite the rebel for adventuring the further parts of the forest where no one goes. Faye is always looking into exploring new things, and gaining a further understanding of areas unknown her. Often she would climb up one of the tallest trees and watch a Viking village from the treetops getting an understanding for the people who killed her mother. Though adventuring out of the forest is utterly forbidden, the young woman still craves to do so one day.



 
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#15
Heidi Emilia Annabeth Von Ludwig


Meaning of Name:

Of Noble Birth to Rival, Emulate and Favour with Grace of Famous War
(Positioning; first name, second, third and maiden name)

Age:
Twenty

Date of Birth:
1st of January, 1801

Gender:
Female

Species:
Newborn Vampire

Rank with Noble Society:
Duchess of Bavaria, youngest daughter of Grande Duke Wilhelm Adolf Von Ludwig. Fallen from grace in the baring of a child out of wedlock.




Other Respective Information
Current Rank

Exiled Duchess of Bavaria, rumoured ex-mistress to Prince Friedrich Carl Alexander of Prussia.

Issue:
A single son, Louis Friedrich Sommer (adopted by a farmer, alive)

Languages Spoken:

- German
- English
- French
- Hungarian

Appearance:
Heidi is known to be regarded as a considerable beauty in her years of nobility's court, her features regarded as something of a natural beauty. The duchess had a pair of beautiful sky blue eyes, that held an intelligent light within them, shaped almost like almonds. Pale flesh that was rarely seen by the sun's harsh light was recorded to hold the lightest pink blush, in presence of Prince Friedrich giving the unmarried beauty an air of innocence. Duchess Heidi Von Ludwig's face shape was rather subtle, delicate in detailing her nose was slim in the bridge and curved respectively into the nostrils. Her lips pink and plump often painted with a soft pink her days at court. Lastly, Heidi's hair and brows were of a dark raven shade and neatly maintained. Her hair was often left up in beautiful up-dos, but now left down in waves of raven.

Personality Traits:

Affectionate - Heidi has always been a rather affectionate character since childhood. From all forms of life the young Duchess carried a vast amount of affectionate towards all life around her. Mainly this was carried over to her family, friends, and lover Prince Friedrich. After being exiled, Lady Heidi Von Ludwig's affections turned to her unborn child that was removed from her shortly after birth. When alone she found company ina small bird that sung from the top of her barred window at the asylum she was thrown in.

Loyal - When under the title of Duchess of Bavaria, Heidi would have done anything to secure her family's position within court. Becoming the mistress of the rather attractive Prince Friedrich of Prussia happened to be that way. Damaging her reputation for the sake helping her father gain a stronger place in court. Heidi's brothers were given respective brides and lands. Even in her exile Lady Heidi held a strong sense of loyalty towards her family and lover whom threw her away.

Stubborn - Considerably stubborn in her manner, when Heidi decides on something she sticks to that and is rather hard to move from that thought. All her siblings found her sometimes rather difficult in her younger years because of this flaw in her personality. Yet, her stubbornness did show her loyalty towards those people she loved in hard times, choosing their punishment for her scandalous behaviours rather than the conditions of her lover that would have possibly had her killed and the unborn child.

Daring - Even after her son was removed from Heidi's presence at birth, and the rather traumatic transformation into a vampire. Not willingly following the professor that changed her into a creature of the night, Heidi plans her escape and succeeds before her first drink or blood. Weak from not fulfilling her thirst, the newborn still daringly tries to avoid her capture from a pair of vampires hunting her down. Wounded by one that got close enough to her. Badly wounded, and bleeding out she needed blood to survive as well as complete her transition into a vampire, Heidi still tries to get away.

Naïve - Believing that she was ever truly beloved by her lover was one of the downfalls of Heidi's life. So willingly thinking of the dashing princes in tales, she prayed that she'd get that with Friedrich and was sorrily mistaken. Now in her status of a newborn vampire, she doesn't quite understand what her first drink of blood could do. She fears it, yet not completing her thirst for blood will slowly and painfully lead to death unless injured (speeding up the process).

Kind - Heidi held a uncharacteristic kindness towards people of lower-birth unlike most nobility. She was recorded in her early life to be seen playing with servants rather than other children of nobility, much to her parents disgust. That kindness for others only grew with age, often investing a lot of her time in donating to charity and the poor. She was always happy to be a shoulder to cry on for children within the court who needed someone to talk to outside of family, also.



 

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#16
Henry "Harry" Wallace Edward


Age:
Fifty-Five

Gender:
Male

Occupation:
Current Owner and Manager to The Garrison, respectively 'allowing' the Blinders carry out their business in the private rooms out the back of the bar. In the process of selling the Garrison to the Blinders.

Rank within Society:
Married, Working-Class Man

Appearance:
Henry Edward has always respectively taken good care of his appearance for the sake of his business. Lightly tanned-olive skin from his Greek heritage, grooming is regard highly on his list. Maintaining a rather signature moustache that was almost always kept with wax and oils. Harry's raven black hair is always combed back and held by wax, making him look like a rather straight laced businessman. Dressed in a rather finely pressed suit that his father-in-law had ordered for him at the beginning of his career in owning The Garrison, Henry has respectively taken care of the same suit and worn it for years like it was his uniform.


Relationships:

Mrs. Edith Edward (nee.Andersen), Wife - Henry and Edith used to be the love of each other's lives, who completed their union was their firstborn and only son, Ralph Louis Edward. They were overjoyed to have such a strong, brave and loving son that they held together in the hard times to wish him all the best on his journey through life. Edith came from a respective family and had quite the wealth acquired, this was what helped Henry open up The Garrison bar originally making it the family business. It was meant to be Henry and Edith's Legacy to pass onto their son when they passed away, in a means support his family when he married and had children.

At the outbreak of war Edith was absolutely heartbroken to hear that her son enlisted for battle, the fact that Henry encouraged his son's endeavours only meant to course more strain then good to the married pair. They received letters from their son that eased them, but still made everything rocky. Much to Henry's dismay and Edith's pleasure about the news that their son had gotten engaged to a young woman who was a nurse on the front. Miss Dorothy Helen Townley, a woman from the British Colonies of Australia. Edith was most pleased at the thought of her son coming home with a bride, and the new generation of the Edward family coming from such a brave woman.

Henry had other thoughts on this, and refused to en-knowledge the relationship between the 'colony whore' as he quoted Miss Townley's newly found nick-name from him and his son. The news of his son's death brought utter regret from the man who had been closed off from his wife's affections after the display about their son. After the war, Edith wrote to Dorothy and invited her to live in England after gaining her last son's last wishes in the mail some months before he died.

Now Henry and his wife are filing for divorce and not annulment, because the pair couldn't bare to make their now deceased son consider illegitimate. Edith has since moved into the same building that the young Miss Townley lives in, and looks after her as a daughter, never revealing whom she is to the lovely Australian.

Ralph Louis Edward, Son - The connection between father and son was unbreakable it seemed to Henry, as Ralph was a child he often spent most of his time learning the family's business. Together they worked the long hours through the weekends, and after Ralph came home from school furthering their solid tight bond. The only time their relationship weakened was during the war and when Ralph found himself a bride, that he fondly addressed as "Sweet Dot" in his letters that were sent to the family. Henry found the match rather beneath his son's standards after discovering his one day daughter-in-law was of conviction background, as quotable daughter of a convict whore or convict slut he remarked often in letters or slanderously in his working hours at the Garrison.

Since the slander was made against the woman Ralph loved, he cut all ties from his father and wrote her into his will leaving her respectively all he owns if anything were to happen. This was only found out by Henry soon after his son died, and his wife received his son's will in the mail for safe guarding.

Dorothy Helen Townley, Ralph's Fiancee - No love was held for the young woman upon her arrival in England, so shortly after the war's end. Hiring a detective to spy on her, and get an understanding of her character, Henry believed she would have merely been using his son's affections. It appeared not the case. The detective reported back swiftly of the woman's depressed state, and lingering in the night often drunk in a state of ill health.

Henry remembers the first time he met the young woman, she was patron within his bar. Depressed and alone, sitting away from light forever gazing at a photograph taken while on the Front. "Miss Townley was beautiful, no doubt just a girl when she was sent to the war. She held a sense of death in her eyes, and they lacked emotional control. Alone in England where she should have been home in Australia grabbing the support of her family." He was quoted to say with the detective he employed.

After speaking with her one night after she was harassed by some drunk men, Henry offered her help to get home. Carrying her to a old rundown flat, putting her to bed and noting the few photographs pushed into the metal of dressing table she had. Henry felt a sense of guilt and responsibility over her after finding the photograph of Dot and his son Ralph on the Front holding hands. Their gaze something that reminded her of how he once shared with his wife. So there he waited fixing himself some coffee, and sitting to wake the sunrise. When Dot awoke he offered her a job, and a chance for something to do rather that dying slowly in a problematic state of mind.

Ever since he's watched over her like she was the daughter he gained from the war. Working her hard, but fairly. Protectively stepping in when times grew rough, and most certainly keeping her away from anyone who could damage her like the Blinders would.

Thomas Shelby, respective partner - Mister Shelby is one of Henry's respective patrons, and soon to be new owner of the Garrison. In subject to their current relationship is strictly business in a sense allowing the Blinders to do uncover sales of goods and meetings in the black room for the exchange of his safety. He's one of the only people that Henry allows to call him "Harry".

Regina Elizabeth McGowan-Bell, respective patron - Henry doesn't know much about Ms. McGowan-Bell but he does know that she's the reason his sales are often through the roof. Many men buying her fine drinks, or her throwing her own money his way. He watches out for when she has one too many drinks, and will often signal a taxi to take her home safely, or to a hotel before anything too damaging happens.

 
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#19
Constance Rosemary Mildred Burton


Meaning of Name:
To withstand, sea dew, gentle strength, settlements
(Positioning; first name, second, third and maiden name)

Known As:
Connie, Miss Burton, Rosie, Miss Brew and Millie

Age:
Twenty Seven Years

Date of Birth:
30th May, 1923

Gender:
Female

Occupation:
Owner of a small coffee and tea house named 'Homely Brew: Tea & Cake'

Other Respective Information:
Appearance:
Constance is commonly described as a young woman with some rather high-class looks. Pale flesh, and beautifully painted scarlet lips. Her make-up is perfectly sculpturing the seductive features of her crisp jawline, slim nose, and mysterious blue eyes. Deep chocolate brown hair is often pulled into popular hairstyle choice from during 1940s, or a wet-set style.

Status:
On the run from a crime that she didn't commit. Currently living under a fake name of Constance Rosemary Mildred Burton. Case that she's running from is currently unsolved, but it is believed she knew more about what actually happened and was involved in the murder of a local business in Perth's southern suburb, during the year of 1940. Case was filed away at the outbreak of World War II giving the young woman a chance to do a runner.

Connections to the Case:
Ex-lover of the murder victim, and believed murderer due to having a jealous personality toward the married man's wife.

Personality:

Secretive or Private - Constance has been rather secretive about her past, ten years of running and not trusting anyone had proven that easier than first imagined. Staying away from forming overly important relationships with people, Connie was rather involved with her business that she began to establish when moving from town to town. Finally settling in York with enough money to set up a simple, and modest tea and coffee shop in town. Constance has never told anyone her secrets of her knowledge of business, let alone told her all there was to know about running a business.

Tasteful - Connie has a rather sophisticated sense of style for a young woman in a small country town like York. Often dressed in the best of her clothing, and keeping up a proper clean appearance. People from York often like to comment on her self-presentation on top of the hard work she had put into her shop.

Kind - She has a loving sense of kindness often putting in extra effort to help the people around her in York. During hard times she's often put extra time to feed some starving families, or taught many young women how to run house or business while their husband's are ill or unable to.






 
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#20
Arthur Shelby Jr.

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Arthur still drunk from the night before stumbled from his family home, not to short of John and Thomas's leaving sometime before. Wobbling off the front doorstep, Arthur held his flask up to his mouth allowing the whisky to drip down into his mouth. Rattling the empty flask, coming to the realisation that nothing more would out of the nicely polish silver flask, drunken Arthur Shelby curse and tucked it back into his coat pocket.

Kicking at a stone on the road, Arthur coughed roughly due to the cold breeze burning his lungs. Tucking his hands absently into his coat pocket, Arthur felt his mind brief on his journey to the Garrison. Thoughts of the life in trenches, and the battles that made his mind this daze mess and body a loose canon of impulses. Staring down few people that seemed to look at him in the wrong way, Arthur would straighten himself up making himself look taller and more intimidating.

Few people who got in his way on the streets drew his uneasy temper through the roof, stopping down in the middle of Watery Lane yelling in the face of a blubbering idiot. "Get out of my forkin' way unless you wanna be blinded boy!" He cursed, watching the young man of skin and bone shuffle away from his line of sight quite quickly. Inhaling sharply, and drawing his head to the left he spat rough contents from the back of his throat on the path beside him. Sniffling his nose, he groan. Mentally cursing cold mornings like this that left him thinking so much of the Somme, in France.

"Fork, France.." Arthur cursed under his breath angrily, looking to be an grumble under his moustache from others walking the streets. It was a way that Arthur happened to cope with things, either but drinking, muttering to himself, fighting and getting a good shag from on of his favourite Prostitutes.

Everything was somewhat peaceful till he got about halfway from the Garrison, and he heard an accented voice that was commonly heard at the pub. By far his favourite barmaid that Harry had hired since the war, she was sweet and carried a ray of innocence about her, Arthur didn't see very often anymore. Even Ada had grown out of that sweet womanly innocence since he'd been back from the war.

"Arthur, get your arse over here will ya?!" Echoed perfectly through his ears as he turned to see the sweet young Dorothy Townley in a bit of a situation. No doubt the poor girl was being bothered once more about her heritage. Even his brother Thomas had slurs made about his gypsy heritage, and hated it beyond most other slurs.

Moving rather quickly upon the scene, Arthur roughly pulled up at his sleeve and drew his right arm back. Staring at the man in a drunken state that was the problem, it seemed the other was trying to defend Dot's honour or something along those lines.
Poor girl for gettin' caugh' in this shit. Arthur thought about taking off his peaked flat cap and blinding the slurring drunk fucker. But, he didn't want the girl that called for his help, to be terrorised by all the blood and gore that would have come with that.

So, he just decided on a swift connecting punch in the jaw. Roughly his knuckled the drunk on top of the hero of this moment it seemed. Fucking heroes my arse, he might have been just as bad. Drawing his attention on the drunk who was now off the other man, and scrambling around. Arthur punched once more and the drunk was out cold, for good measure he wanted to go for another hit. But, two small arms wrapped around his. Causing Arthur to look into beautiful honey brown eyes, that held concern and worry for him.

For some reason this girl had always the calming presence, there had been few times she was able to pull Arthur out of something stupidly reckless at the Garrison. Easing back off the other drunk, Arthur's blue eyes stared up at her for a moment. Her words echoing cleanly through his ringing ears. Not many could snap Arthur out of a state like this, Dorothy taking the place as a close second. First place was always taken by his brother, Thomas "Tommy" Shelby.

Getting to his feet with the needed aid of the smaller woman, he felt her arms leave his and almost left a sense of loneliness inside him. Eyeing her up and down, Dot didn't seem harmed with made the taller man make a gruff of approval. Blood stained and paint his face from the wound he left on the drunk, and it had splattered on his cheek as well as knuckles. "Al'ight Dot, I'll take that as yer thanks. Glad you didn't get 'armed." Arthur stated softly reaching to touch the smaller woman's cheek, offering a tight lipped smile before turning and spitting at the drunk laying limply on the ground.

Withdrawing his hand from the young woman's cold cheek, he couldn't help but notice that he dresses were always horribly thin. Not designed for the weather of London. Possibly the weather of the Ottomen Empire, or her homeland of Australia. Shaking his head, he noticed the other man with her. "Take good care of 'er." Arthur grumbled quietly to himself, tucking his hands quickly back into his pockets once more. Feeling the ache of his bruised and bloodied hand. Moving onward toward his favourite watering hole, the Garrison in hopes of getting himself some more Irish Whisky curtsy of the sweet little Miss Townley that reminded him of old friends from the Somme. Two brothers he had recently heard word had landed in London, not too long after his last letter and the money for the boat across was sent.

Arthur's ideals were that they would be good help to the family business expansion, unfortunately, he only thought of this at the drop of the hat. Proving it a fearsome topic he didn't want to speak to Tommy about yet. But, until then, he'd keep a look out for their little sister who ran off to England, apparently last known to be located in Birmingham. Staring down few young women who looked between twenty-seven and twenty-nine, Arthur never thought to ask for the age of their little un-named little sister, and for a fact he didn't know her name didn't help.

Starting a few scuffles with other men over their ladies, and the questioning them intensively caught Arthur with a bloodied mouth, and nose by the time he made it to the Garrison. His hand pressed against the weeping bloodied, non-colting nose. "Harry, some whisky on Dot's tab! Ran into 'er on the way 'ere. Got 'er out ov' some trouble." Arthur explained waving bloodied hand around causing some of the blood droplets to stain the nicely, and cleanly polished that his little damsel in distress before had broke her back over cleaning.

Walking with a wobble to the counter, the eldest Shelby brother picked up his drink and took a sip. Sighed in sanctification with the light burn running down the back of his throat.
 
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