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❝ My ʟɪɢʜᴛ steals fire from far away 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 because you deserve more than I could ever give but I’ll try, I swear that I’ll try and the 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 disappear as the war begins. ❞ // a multimuse blog.

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Hello!! I’m Rian and this is Sibella Rosier. This is pretty vague and a hodgepodge of things, and I need to write a proper bio, but I’d love to get some plots going! feel free to im me on discord or here, though discord is preferred!

❝ The moon understands dark places. The moon has secrets of her own. She holds what light she can. ❞ 

IM JINAH? No, that’s actually SIBELLA ROSIER. Only AGE years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as an UNSPEAKABLE and is sided with THE NEUTRALS. SHE identifies as CIS FEMALE and is a PUREBLOOD (WEREWOLF) who is known to be RESTLESS, AIMLESS, and GUARDED but also TENACIOUS, CLEVER,and PERCEPTIVE.

Links: aesthetics, bolded, her #1 jam

Sibella lives in a constant state that can only be likened to the feeling of raising a foot to take another step and landing on something phantasmic and intangible – a solid misstep into fluttering unease; hitched breaths that dissolved into self destruction or laughter. She was still in the process of becoming – of bouncing back from the desecration of something so close to beautiful; bouncing back from a stolen girlhood and the gift of teeth and claws.

Sibella was a prefect, and although she is a bit flighty, there’s never been a question that she’s competent. She usually doesn’t look before she leaps, but she pulls it together and can calculate her landing before she crashes too hard. She’s was a bit of a whirlwind in her Hogwarts days and either got into self destructive territory, or throwing herself into her studies and books. She had trouble navigating and trying to figure out her place in pureblood society, but she’s sort of horrified and disgusted with it all. She is both softer AND sharper than expected, and part of her is still optimistic. She really latched on to “a dream in the dark” based on Hamilton (“but we dream in the dark for the most part”) and the quote from Carrie fisher Carrie Fisher — ‘If my life wasn’t funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.’

She has started to untangle herself, though she is related to the Nott Family and is still finding her footing on her own. She’s an Unspeakable and slowly realizing she doesn’t have to bury her anger and trauma, but it’s a long path to walk alone.

I apologize that this isn’t condensed into a bio! // death mention

okay so basically Sibella is a werewolf and her mother was betrothed to someone else but broke off the arrangement and had Sibella with a different guy. Her mother was disowned and ultimately died pretty young, and the Rosier family “killed off” her father and basically paid him off to get out of the picture and abandon Sibella. She and her mother were attacked by a werewolf and that night resulted in the loss of her mother, and the curse that stole her femininity and tore her humanity to shreds when a full moon bellied up. The Rosiers took her in and raised her with a weird dynamic of being a black sheep and a lost little lamb returned to the flock – and they treat her as something beautiful and fragile but she has this dark monster living within her/she’s a werewolf and it was a pretty toxic environment to grow up in.

[10/13/16, 4:46:27 PM] rian ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿: well when sibella was young she was sitting on her mother’s lap and they were talking to a seer, and the seer got spooked and said she was marked for an early death so sibella has always been a little paranoid bc she’s not sure if it got crossed with her mom’s reading because her mother died young, so sibella is always waiting for the other shoe to drop [10/13/16, 4:46:40 PM] rian ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿: and sibella is pretty carefree and is basically ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and she’s not scared to die, but she can be a little skeptical??

It’s definitely not known to others that Sibella is a werewolf and the Rosiers are pretty ruthless but it’s seen as them taking pity/mercy on their granddaughter by taking her in and “raising her the right way.” They’re pretty much like “her mom deserved what happened to her because she stepped out of line” and that notion is pretty public, but Sibella is in such a weird position because of it. 

This is pretty vague, and I’m not quite sure where she fits in yet, but I’d love to get some plots going!!

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I only dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets, of honeybees above you murmuring into a crown.

Mary Szybist, from “Hail,” Incarnadine: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

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@warwovnds. // annette bardon. 

“They’re just nasty blobs of sentimentality, thoroughly untrue to life.”

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@inkspillcd. // shin moon.

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Brent listened to the vendor speak about the piece he was auctioning off, picking up the ceramic and scrutinizing it closely on the bottom. “Buncheong is a kind of ceramic produced during the first 200 years of the Joseon Dynasty and known for a relatively coarse gray body in various shapes and a green-tinted, semitranslucent glaze,” Brent pointed out, the description matching the item that he was holding. “But…” His finger tapped against the bottom. “You painted ground white clay here to make it look as if it were corroded, correct? Rather underhanded of you to try to sell this at a charity event, is it not? But, of course, you still could have written off the amount you claim this fake is worth on your taxes next year as a generous donation.” 

Rosier hung heavy about her neck, meant to be a glimmering stone of stature and poise, but it often felt like a stone weighing her down as she waded into the sea. She tried to hold her head high as life tossed her about, but she faltered and fumbled occasionally yet never drowned. Erratic grace stormed beneath her surface, yet there were very few people she couldn’t truly hide it from, one being attached to a voice that caught her attention. Sibella flicked her eyes back to the antique book resting in her hands and opening it as she took a step forward. and another. It wasn’t long before there was a collision and a CRASH. “Oh!,” she feigned, quickly looking up from the shattered impostor. “Such a shame, really -- on both counts.”

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“Okay, she’s talented and all, don’t get me wrong, A+ showmanship, but – her face is so washed out under that lighting, don’t you think?” Natalia commented, perhaps a little too loudly. Taking another sip from the wine glass she was nursing, the golden-haired girl let out an airy giggle as she felt the giddiness from her second drink overtake her lithe body. “I mean, I’m sure she’s like super pretty! Her make-up just isn’t doing her any favors. She would look a lot less like a ghoul if she had just applied it thicker.”

“She’s very talented,” Pippa reiterated, loud enough for the quirked brows to settle back into place. “I can understand not wanting a pound of CAKE on your face for the rest of the gala, and speaking of, let’s go get some in your stomach. It’s divine!!” She linked her braceleted arm through Natalia’s and swiveled them away from the crowd before striking a deal, “this would look so much better on you, and I have my eye on another from the antique market, anyway. Trade you!” Without seeking approval, Pippa plucked the glass from Natalia, downed it, and disposed of it on a passing tray in one quick motion. “Now hold out your hand and sparkle.”

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Pippa was a fixture at these damn galas -- both American and abroad. She appreciated the pomp and pageantry, though they all bled into monotony after awhile. She found herself preening in an antique mirror, though quickly locked gazes caught in the reflection. She flashed a smile before continuing, “you’re perfect, you’re beautiful, you look like Linda Evangelista.”

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hello!! I’m Rian, and finally posting an intro!! this is a multimuse blog, and this is Pippa Graves. oookay this is long and scatterbrained, but it’s hard to capture everything about this trash queen?? here’s a post that I’d read, and more under the cut. I’ve tried to whittle this down, but I’ve also included a character sheet for her. This will be longer than my other intros, but I’d love to get some plots going!!

Rose garden full of thorns.

Happy is a complicated word for Pippa, and the one that slips most easily in its spot is fun. Pippa Atherton is fun; a bright hurricane of a girl. She is bright smiles and the exciting pop! of champagne corks. She is a bruise left on a long neck by soft lips, demurely hidden by scarves in winter. She’s a taunting pink lip stick print and daring, mischievous eyes. Pippa is a glittering facade of many things, but true happiness is not one of them. She is happy enough, but she excels at being fun.

Anyone that signed their name as P. Graves was bound to leave an impact, but the usual choice was not a sparkling, midnight ink. The Graves are touted as a powerful family in both connections and skills, and Pippa is no different. Her exceptional dueling prowess was encouraged from a young age. It flourished into a love of fencing, in which Pippa is internationally ranked. She may or may not be known to enchant a suit of armor to spar with her when intoxicated.

Both sides of her family are quite influential, and she is also derived from The Hammonds. They run Abraxan Wizarding Technology, formed in the 1920s, and remain at the forefront of wizarding technology and magical engineering. Her brother, Asterion, was entrusted with the British branch at 21 -- a stark contrast to Pippa’s lack of ambition.

Pippa is very smart, but is quite lazy and is simply not interested in the family business, nor a position in MACUSA which she has been groomed for. She's not the biggest fan of effort, unless she channels it into something else. She is ambitious in other aspects, though not the things she was groomed for. Pippa is the Social Media Manager for the British branch, and loves networking and event planning as well. Her socialite skills shine through, but she still leaves her mark.

Okay here are a few bullet points!!

Pippa is SUPER charismatic but she presents herself in such a way of making people think they know a lot about her but they really don’t???

She had a creepy situation with a teacher when she was fifteen and it has left her scarred and a little guarded, and it’s a large reason why she has a glittery facade.

Here’s a small blurb about the teacher, but age gap tw,

it wasn’t common knowledge how cupid’s arrow stabbed and splintered as it broke skin and broke her heart. it wasn’t common knowledge how she clutched it to her chest while he clutched her to his. they didn’t know how much it bled when she plucked the arrow from her body, and how much it took to snap it over her knee. they didn’t know that deep splinters were still working their way to the surface, and how long she picked herself apart to find them and to find answers. she didn’t know that it was more than stolen glances in a room full of people and the thrill of a first love. she hadn’t known it would lead to crying on the bathroom floor, feeling worthless as she applied another coat of lipstick for him to smear. feeling violated and alone, and how it hurt so goddamn much when he ripped her heart out when it all turned out to be a lie.

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Character Sheet

BASICS

Full Name: Philyra Pippa Inès Graves Nickname(s): Pip Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 14 Zodiac Sign: Aquarius Place of Birth: NYC, USA Nationality: American Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Occupation: Social Media Manager at Abraxan Wizarding Technology Language(s) Spoken: English, Korean, French, Latin Accent: American

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Lee Sung Kyung Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Caramel Height: 5'10" Weight: 120 lbs Build: Solid, Athletic Tattoos: none, yet Piercings: Lobes, left cartilage

PERSONALITY

Label: The Minx Positive Traits: Charismatic, charming, honest, intrepid, friendly. Negative Traits: Blunt, manipulative, vain, reckless. Goals/Desires: Dancing through life, skimming the surface, and gliding where turf is smooth. Fears: Abandonment, Claustrophobia Hobbies: Fencing, Archery, Languages, Thrill Seeking, Dueling Quirks: [ will do the quirks list asap ] Likes: Fencing, Candles, Lingerie Dislikes: Silence, Losing

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: ENTJ Enneagram: Type 7, the Enthusiast Temperament: Sanguine

HP

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor (transferred 5th year) Patronus: Shark Boggart: Being buried alive in a claustrophobic coffin, with no one attending her funeral. Wand: Aspen - Dragon Heartstring - 15.25 inches - Supple

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                ▓┊★ ‹ Pippa Graves.

Pearls around her neck and her hand around yours, stroking or choking, Pippa Graves was capable of much more than what she let on. She consisted of wild eyes, soft lips, and a look that dared you to get closer.  It was the look of a siren; enchanting and distracting, ready to lure in the victim and into a deep grave when reality hit them a second too late. Pippa was pink, but she had the potential to be TERRIFYING if she worked up enough effort to unearth her lethality that slept beneath bright smiles and the highest of heels standing upon its grave. In truth, her untapped potential laid dormant in the cage beneath her chest, and Pippa fully intended to keep it that way. It bubbled up occasionally, peeking through the most in her fencing, and only mentioned if the current (often darker) company required it in rarer scenarios.

                ▓┊★ ‹ rose garden;                                           full of thorns.

Pippa was beautiful. She knew it, and her parents had made a correct conjecture before she even graced the earth with her birth. It proved true, and she was given a lofty name to match. Philyra - a beautiful nymph chased after by a God. The blonde enjoyed being chased, but she wanted to be her own legend. Pippa. It was bright, beautiful, and bubbled in the throat. Pippa Graves would write her own destiny along the way. As the product of a foreign affair, she was bred for them. Well traveled, well connected, and eager to please – both herself and any potential lovers. She had plenty, but they had what she wanted - information. She liked to worm her way in and gather it piece by piece, in the heat of the moment, and then store it away. Pippa was playing a dangerous game, sinking her teeth into both sides to stockpile secrets like weapons. A deeply shallow, vapid facade carefully hid it all away beneath a shell of pink glitter.