GENERAL INFORMATIONย
Full Name:ย Mary Aisling MacDonaldย Nicknames: Mare (friends), Emmy (relatives), Mary Mac (the Marauders)ย Birthdate | Current Age: 2 June 1960 | 25ย Zodiac: Geminiย Sun, Taurus Moon, Virgo Risingย Hometown: Westport, Irelandย Current Residence: London, England Spoken Languages: English + Irishย Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Sexual Orientation: Bisexualย Occupation: Wizengamot Member + St. Mungoโs Orderlyย
APPEARANCE/PERSONALITY
Height: 5โฒ9โณ | 175 cm.ย Weight: 190 lbs. | 82 kg.ย Hair: Auburn, with caramel + honey blonde highlights; usually styled in long waves or a braided updo.ย Eyes: Hazel; expressive, inviting + magnetic.ย Complexion:ย Warm Ivory, highlighted by a soft blush, her fatherโs nose, and pronounced cheekbones. Build: An equal of mix of athletic build and ample curves; the result of playing sports (rugby + Quidditch) and maternal genetics, respectively.ย Personality: Cynical |ย Introspective | Nurturing | Sincere | Tentative
RELATIONSHIPS
Mother: Juliana Calderon (49 years old, unknown)ย Father: Fergus MacDonald (55 years old, alive)ย Extended Family: Cailin Donaghan-MacDonald (stepmother, 52, alive); Malcolm Donaghan (stepbrother, 32, alive); Nathan MacDonald (half-brother, 19, alive); Callum MacDonald (half-brother, 16, alive)ย Best Friends: Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon Dorcas Meadowesย Pets: Toulouse, a British Shorthair; Berlioz, a Scottish Foldย Other Important Relationships: TBD!ย
MAGICAL BACKGROUNDย
Blood Status: Mugglebornย Species: Human/Witch Wand: 12โณ Eglantine Rose, Phoenix Feather, reasonably suppleย ย Amortentia:ย Honeydukes chocolate, petrichor, and the Hogwarts library.ย Boggart:ย Nikolai Mulciberย Patronus:ย Bottle-Nosed Dolphin Education:ย Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1971 - 1979)ย Alignment: Order of the Phoenixย
BIOGRAPHY
Maryโs upbringing was not what you would call traditional, at least not by the standards of those around her. In a time and place when mothers were still very much the cornerstone of the home, hers had been nothing of the sort. A free and wandering spirit, with no interest in settling into docile domesticity, it hadnโt even been three months after the birth of her daughter before departing for greener pastures. She had played no role in her daughterโs life after that, a fact which often garners sad looks and sympathetic sighs. But Mary had no reason to feel mournful; the likeness of her mother had been just that, and nothing more. What sense did it make to grieve something she never had to begin in What could come of such unnecessary sorrow and pain? She had her father, the flowers in their garden, and the fairytale books scattered across their home. She was given all she needed, nearly everything she wanted, and for her, that was more than enough. The existence of a magical world hardly came as a surprise to Mary, though the same could not be said for her father. It was just like the stories she had grown so fond of, with their fantastic creatures and thrilling adventures. And now, she was about to embark on a similar journey of her very own. Completely taken by the idea, she had been all too eager to jump into all that was contained within this new world. She would have left for Hogwarts right then and there, had the Deputy Headmistress and her future Head of House allowed Mary to leave with her after delivering her letter. Despite her initial disappointment at having to remain behind until the end of summer, it was only a few months later that Mary would arrive, ready as ever to embark on this new adventure. ย In the weeks and months that followed, Mary would eventually manage to settle into her new surroundings. A feat not easily accomplished, particularly for someone of her background. The snickers and side-glances had been nothing new, but she was determined to make the most of this new beginning, in a new world. Even at 11, she was hardly blind to the ways of the world, and the realities of being a Muggleborn student. It was hard to miss, the sentiment harbored by many of her classmates, those who wanted nothing more than her eradication from Hogwarts, and wizarding society entirely. But Mary had always been resilient, and she managed to take most of it in stride. Focusing instead on making friends and immersing herself in her studies, she had quickly proven to be a credit to herself, and to Gryffindor house. Not for them, but for her. And then, the incident. One that would shape her, though it is something she rarely talks about, even now. Mary had faced her fair share of adversity, during her life and at Hogwarts, but nothing like this. Occurring just before the start of winter holiday, on what would have otherwise been an average Hogsmeade weekend. Having a particular inclination towards Honeydukes, Mary spent the last portion of the trip browsing the shelves for as many sweets as her hands could carry. Moving at a leisurely pace, she failed to notice that Peter had long since departed from her company, and the shop was about to close. Approached by a group of Slytherins on the path back to the castle, all of whom had been entirely too eager to seize the opportunity of encountering an isolated Muggleborn. It all happened so fast; the blue and green sparks, flipping into the air, her screams piercing the air before before it all went black. She woke up in the infirmary three days later, and was brought home as soon as she was in the condition to travel back to London, not to return to Hogwarts until the start of the following school year. Mary wanted nothing more than to forget what had happened to her, to resume the life she once knew and loved. But it was inescapable, the dark shadow that seemed to follow her, one that no amount of light seemed able to extinguish. For a time, it felt as if this was all people would know her as. Not for her merits, her abilities, or the joy she once brought to the world. She did not want this to be what defined her, not when she had so much more to offer the world. She would be better. She would be stronger. And then, just like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, so did Mary, with renewed vigor and vitality, determined as ever to leave the world better than the way she found it.
Spending an extra year at Hogwarts while the war raged on was not at all ideal for Mary. As much as she loved the castle, she couldnโt stand remaining within its walls for another year. Not while her friends were helping advance the efforts of the Order, often risking their life and livelihood to do so. She supported them where she could, but it was hardly the same as fighting at their side. Still, the time did come when she was able to join their ranks, a moment that could not have come sooner. She was as eager as anyone to fight the good fight, and to ease the devastation inflicted by Voldemort and those who supported his cause. But as a Muggleborn, known by name among several Death Eaters, it wasnโt long before the safety of her family had become compromised. Left without any other option, they took up residence with a safe house. In the meantime, Mary continued working at the Ministry, and volunteering for just about every Order mission she could. Overwhelmed and overworked, but it kept her busy enough to not be consumed by the prospect of losing those she loved most.
The conclusion of the war should have brought relief. It should have brought solace, or some semblance of comfort. But it didnโt. Not for Mary. There might have been a ceasefire, the state of the wizarding world might have known momentary peace, but she has endured far too much to believe it was going to last. Sure, the immediate threats that had been posed during the war might had been eliminated, but she knows the fight has just begun. The Order might have been disbanded in an official capacity, but there was still much more work to be done. Once the safety of her family had been ensured, this left Mary free to return to London and fully focus her efforts on her work. She wasted no time in establishing her credibility within the Ministry, working her way up the ranks of the Wizengamot. It has been a long and often fruitless effort, but she has been relentless in its pursuit. It has been her most important mission yet: to seek justice, and to make a difference. And thatโs all she wants. To make a difference. A real difference. One that matters.
WANTED CONNECTIONSย
Coming soon!ย
