( cis woman | she/her | zoe kravitz ) —— isn’t that FAITH NOTT? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in SLYTHERIN but apparently they now work as UNEMPLOYED. sybill once said that they reminded her of weight on your shoulders, boxing up one’s feelings, an unfamiliar family, fear of being average which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit CYNICAL, LOYAL and ANGRY, they’re TWENTY EIGHT now but some things never change! i wonder how being a PUREBLOOD/WEREWOLF is affecting them after hogwarts, especially now they’re MEMBER OF GREYBACK’S PACK with THE DEATH EATERS? i guess only time will tell…
PINTEREST || WANTED CONNECTIONS
INSPIRATIONS: Elsa (Frozen), Gamora (GotG), Maia Roberts (Shadowhunters), Our Word (song, 36 questions)
TW: violence, illness, prejudice
→ NAME: Faith Nott → NICKNAMES: → AGE / D.O.B.: 28 / June 21st 1949 → SPECIES: pureblood wix / werewolf → GENDER / PRONOUNS: cis woman / she&her → SEXUALITY: pansexual
FAMILY
→ PARENTS: Caldwell Nott (Wizengamot seat holder), Octavia Nott (nee Malfoy) → SIBLINGS: Love Morgana Nott (younger sister, 24), → OTHER: Cassian Malfoy (26), Aurelia Malfoy (26), Valeria Malfoy (23), Lucius Malfoy (19) (cousins), Maude Malfoy née Blishen (57, aunt), Abraxas Malfoy (52, uncle) → PETS: None
LIFESTYLE
→ BORN: South England → RAISED: South England → CURRENT RESIDENCE: Various (None) → NATIONALITY: English → SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English → OCCUPATION: None → DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | Yes | No
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
→ FACE CLAIM: Zoe Kravitz → ETHNICITY: Black and European → HEIGHT: 5′2 → WEIGHT: 49kg → BUILD: slim → HAIR: black → EYE COLOR: brown → DOMINANT HAND: right → NOTABLE FEATURES: prominent claw marks scarring her chest and arms, and a bite on her left hip, fainter scars on her neck → SCENT: woody and a bit like dog → ACCENT: English → NERVOUS HABITS: more sarcastic and mean,
CHARACTER
→ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil → MBTI: INTJ → WESTERN ZODIAC: Cancer → CHINESE ZODIAC: Ox → ARCHETYPE: The Magician → SONG: Our Word from 36 Questions
MAGIC
→ WAND: Ebony wood with a phoenix feather core, 9 ¾ and reasonably supple flexibility → PATRONUS: Vulture → BOGGART: Silver (often taking form of a dagger, wielded by someone she knows)
biography:
TL;DR: Brought up to be the Nott heir, never felt adequate, loved flying and played quidditch professionally after Hogwarts, got bitten by werewolf aged 24, tried to hide it but couldn’t, shunned and feared for being werewolf, joined Greyback
Faith Nott is the eldest child of Caldwell and Valeria Nott. She was raised to be the perfect pureblood heir, to take her father’s place on the Wizengamot one day. He taught her to uphold their values, to be perfect and to know where wix stood above muggles and all those associated with them. Faith did her best to embody the values imparted on her as she grew up, to live up to the wix her father wanted her to be.
For the most part, her childhood was nothing extraordinary. Her father was an intimidating figure in her life, but for the most part she played with her siblings and her cousins and was raised by her mother. Her father taught her to hold her head above the rest, her mother taught her how to smooth over issues. Faith loved seeing her Uncle Abby and Aunt Maude, learning about Quidditch from them and growing a passion for the sport.
When she went to Hogwarts, to her great disappointment she was only average at magic, working hard to get the grades she wanted. To no one’s surprise, she was sorted into Slytherin, ambitious and determined as she was. No one intimidated her bar her father’s expectations, which she felt she still wasn’t reaching. The only time she seemed to relax entirely was on the Quidditch pitch. When she flew, she felt free.
Upon graduating Hogwarts, Faith became a chaser for the Wimbourne Wasps, encouraged by her Uncle Abby, who she had grown close to in her teenage years, bonding over a love of quidditch. The next few years were the best of her life. The impending war was something she was aware of, but her allegiances were clear in her mind and with her father so healthy she need not concern herself with Wizengamot just yet. She could take a few years as an athlete before the real world really set in. And as long as she was excelling and keeping the family name in good stead, her father seemed almost proud.
Her life, however, fell apart in one night at 24. An unremarkable night, taking a walk home alone from a party rather than apparate, wanting some air after a night out. She remembered stopping, admiring the full moon. It would be the last time that the sight of it would bring her anything but dread for a long time. After that, all she remembered was pain before blacking out.
Faith woke in St Mungo’s to the awful news. She didn’t recall it, but a mediwix confirmed it; she had been bitten. The mediwix was sworn to secrecy by her parents, bribed into recording that Faith’s illness as anything else, terrified about what would happen when others found out about their daughter’s attack. Instead, she was to withdraw from the Wasps, claiming she had fallen ill. No one was given specifics on the illness, allowing the family time to figure out what to do. At first, her mother wanting desperately to protect her and her father wanting to protect their family, Faith was sent to a summer house. Some quick renovations and adjustments turned the basement into a prison, where the family house elf would lock her each month when the moon turned her skin to fur. She refused most visitors as long as she could until finally she grew lonely and began to carefully time visits so that no one could know.
For over a year, the deception worked. No one outside the immediate family knew the terrible secret they kept locked away. Instead of the fear and disgust that greeted werewolves, the family received sympathy for the illness that had befallen their eldest. But it was not to last.
How exactly the secret got out, she didn’t know at first. But got out it did. At first, she didn’t know. Not until she went to London to visit her family. Her mother was in tears when she arrived through the fireplace, her father looking thunderous. The family had tried to deny it, but the truth was out. People knew. Faith, shocked, had gone to get some air, only to find that people began to flinch away from her. Whispers followed her, as news spread. Soon enough her father felt he had no choice. His heir could not be a werewolf, so Faith could no longer be the Nott heir. He turned his back on her with a finality that snapped something in Faith.
She left. The wix world didn’t want her. The muggle world was not an option. She was a wix for Merlin’s sake! Even as a werewolf, she was a pureblood wix and would not stoop so low. So instead she moved around on her own, from wix town to wix town, staying on the fringes. She didn’t stay longer than a month almost anywhere, lest she be discovered. And discovery did happen once or twice. Each time, she was driven out by those attempting to ‘put her out of her misery’ or ‘protect the town’. Anger burned in Faith at them all.
After a few months, she was approached by a stranger who caught her attention. She could tell as he approached what he was. He gave her an offer, from Fenrir Greyback. A pack. A family. One who was going to get them a better life. A life where wix could no longer shun them and drive them away. Where they were not forced to live at the edges. It was an offer she could not refuse.
She joined the pack, learning its ranks and then rising in them. Her upbringing proved her a good leader, and her anger made her ruthless when she had to be. Fenrir respected that, respected her and rewarded her.
