Perhaps an oddball among this cast, Mitsuko is, decidedly, a fairly ordinary girl. Well, as ordinary as an honors student from the countryside with a knack for numbers, a penchant for calling people on their bullshit, an obsession with parfaits, and who moonlights as a magical girl, can be.
Mitsuko spent most of her early childhood in rural Japan, with her family having moved into Mitakihara shortly before she turned 10; a rough period for finances would follow, and ultimately culminate in her making a contract with a certain deceitful rat at 13. 4 years later, and she's still around, having deftly avoided despair the entire time in spite of her own granted powers, mostly through a combination of general positivity and also an unhealthy dose of lying to herself about why everyone around her keeps lying constantly.
Relatedly, as part of her power obtained via Kyubey, Mitsuko has a keen sense for when a person in her presence knowingly lies; they do not necessarily have to be lying to her, but it's easier for her to detect it if they are. With some focus, she can even essentially psychically compel others to tell the truth, though this is notably difficult when not transformed, and has to be used deftly to avoid detection.
The core asterisk to these powers, of course, is that knowingly part; if a person lies to her but doesn't know they're lying? Nothing. This ability operates off of choice and intent, and the knowledge of the person speaking, and is not a magic fact-check.
But enough about her powers- Mitsuko is far more than just a walking lie detector with an unending supply of knives. She's a brilliant-minded girl in her second-to-last year of high school, and is exceptional particularly with math. She could go a number of different directions in her future, be it physics or computer science, but Mitsuko herself chooses to look towards a future in finance, in part because of her family's history with financial issues.
She also really, really likes parfaits. She'd probably get along quite well with a certain cat on this front, even if her tastes in parfait are significantly less specific.
It's hard to be normal when you have a literal fusion reactor in your chest.
Faceclaim: Thor von Flegel from Kenja no Mago
The world of Rutania is no stranger to unusual characters. Dwarves, catpeople, kitsunes, goddesses who can and have blasted mountains off the map, colossal elemental beings... It's a very magical place! With some odd sights abound. But it's not often one finds actual, literal stars on the planet.
Yuki is one such example, or, well, half of one; one parent is a relatively normal¹ human, while the other is a sentient polymorphic humanoid-shaped star, dubbed a "Nova" by most. Nova are by no means common- Yuki's mother is, in fact, one of the only ones that has ever visited Rutania to most's knowledge, making Yuki herself a bit of a unicorn as a half-Nova, or a "Starchild" as the few who know such a thing is even possible typically call them. Where a Nova is a fraction of a star's mass condensed into a humanoid shape, and is still by all accounts a star, a Starchild like Yuki outwardly appears to be a normal human, if you ignore the propensity for extremely unusual coloration, but carries within them a hyper-condensed fragment of solar mass in their chest that, uh, extremely supplements their capabilities.
The comparison to having a literal fusion reactor in your chest is not unfounded, and it's a very magical one at that, allowing one to pull energy of most elemental forms directly and use them, though Yuki herself mostly uses ice, lightning, and fire, being the elements that are easiest to weaponize via blasting someone with energy. (She doesn't really have a handle on using her powers in more nuanced ways as of yet.)
As for Yuki as a person, she has... history. She was building machines in her late teens, and rather than attempting to pursue a more formal career in engineering, went entirely freelance, eventually turning to crime to finance her work. Rapidly, she wound up building weapons, vehicles, and eventually mechs that she would personally pilot, before joining up with a more organized criminal organization under the pseudonym of "Adamant Shell". This lead into bolder crimes, multiple heists, and eventually confrontations with a group of vigilantes. Taking advantage of her relative anonymity, Yuki ended up establishing a second pseudonym- Hypernova- and joined up with the vigilantes with the aim of undermining them, and also testing out automation/remote piloting of her mechsuits. For the first time, she made use of her Nova powers, passing them as another tech marvel she was testing them to her own team.
This whole double-timing deal did not end well, and during one confrontation, the semi-autonomous mechsuit Yuki was using for the fight had a control system malfunction, resulting in Luna Soulwind, a lavender nekomata on the vigilantes' team that Yuki had developed a massive crush on, getting, well, partially crushed. This directly resulted in Yuki having a crisis, ultimately resulting in her permanently defecting from her old crime ring, losing an arm (and replacing it with a cybernetic one of her own design), and getting in a massive fight that almost blew up half a city. Almost.
The aftermath? An extensive government investigation into the actions of Yuki and everyone involved, an absolute legal nightmare, and ultimately, given her own cooperation following the squished-that-cat-too-hard incident, Yuki being placed on multi-year probation and rehabilitation under the guidance and watch of one Henix Aurorus, a member of "the Legends", a multinational strike force largely responsible for ending a major war and a god's outright invasion 18 years prior. (That is a story for another time!)
Nowadays, Yuki Sakura has mellowed out considerably; she is rough around the edges, and not particularly emotive, but she has established much better relationships with others, has a girlfriend now (her and Luna made up), helped build a colossal mech that wound being used to fight a lava colossus (ALSO a story for another time), and now spends much of her time helping Henix with some of his projects, mostly to do with The Void.
A final thing worth noting about Yuki is with regards to her Nova mother, Ame; said mother has been almost entirely absent from her life. She left on a mission when Yuki was roughly 6, and never returned. Neither Yuki nor her remaining parent know what happened to Ame.
* : ･ﾟ ✧ by the cauldron, it’s lux, the seventy three year old high fae that reigns from the day court as an advisor. amongst their court, they’re known for being merry + intrepid, however, they are often condemned for being guileless + impetuous. without their glamour, they tend to resemble hailee steinfeld. the whispers of prythian remind us that they resemble the floating feeling of falling, fine silk and bare feet, i’ve read that somewhere before, sun-kissed cheeks in midday light.
lux.
BASICS.
name. lux.
age. 73.
nicknames. lucky.
title. advisor.
loyalty. day court.
family
mother. high fae. born to the dawn court.
father. high fae. born to the day court.
cousin/uncle. high lord of the day court.
POWERS & SKILLS.
light. while not the light of the sun like the high lord can render, lux often emits a rosy sort of halo like a fine afternoon sun. she can use her light for reading, to heat and warm,
spellcleaving. lux has an uncanny ability to break through wards, curses, and spells with seemingly little effort. however, this is hardly something that she can actively control as she’s hardly noticed that it is something she is capable of.
BIOGRAPHY.
her father was the brother of the high lord of the day court (or previous high lord). he was a brilliant spellweaver. at a young age, it came to light that he would be engaged to the daughter of a high fae from the dawn court in order to strengthen the alliance between the two solar courts. the marriage eventually grew into one of great love and admiration.
the news that they would soon give birth to a child made the couple overjoyed. the babe wanted for nothing. she was doted upon and fiercely loved. however, most of their time was spent away from their infant daughter. they had lives fraught with danger. as a child, the majority of lux’s time was spent in the care of the high lord, who saw to her rearing her while her parents were away. when her parents died, he swore to her that she would always be taken care of, and that her place was with her family.
lux had been a child filled with kindness and compassion from a very young age. from the first days that she could speak and walk, she used her time to help others. she would often find her way down to the kitchen and help to pour drinks or sift flour with the lesser fae. as she grew older, she gave into her curiosity and loved to explore the far reaches of the court as she was allowed. if there were ever a face to look at her in need, the girl did not hesitate to even pull the jewelry from her neck to give away. why should any go without when she had so much?
that being said, lux was an equally wild child. she was often found climbing the trellises and statues about the palace. a healer needed to be called in on multiple occasions because she would fearlessly jump from any height just to see if she could land on both feet. oftentimes she would discover that she could not.
lux is always a strong pacifist. she has no desire to fight and die as her parents had, but she struggles to let others go suffering. she wants to find a way that she could be of use to her loving family and court. the last thing she has ever desired was to be a burden upon them. that’s how lux came to the decision to study as much of the library in her court as possible. she would wake up with the rising sun and spend hours reading through book after book sometimes even well into the night.
HEADCANONS.
books || lux loves to read and uses the endless library of books to sate her ever-eager curiosity, she often finds herself reading several different books at one time. her room, more often than not, is littered with ancient books that are each opened to a different page. there is no rhyme nor reason to which books she reads at what point and how long it takes to finish one.
parents || lux never knew her parents very well. she loves to hear stories about them, but there is some animosity in her heart that they chose to be away from her for the entirety of her childhood and then never came home. Lux always wanted to be like them.
sweet & sour tooth || lux has a deep love of anything sweet or sour. she can be found in the kitchens sneaking sweet snacks or fruit any time of day. her favorite thing to eat is lemon cake, and she will eat an entire one by herself if left to her own devices.
name: narcissa lucretia black.
pronunciation: naar·si·suh loo·kree·shuh blak.
meaning: narcissa- daffodil, narcissism, numb. lucretia- to succeed, wealth.
birthday: october 3rd.
age: eighteen.
pronouns: she & her.
sexuality: heterosexual.
siblings: bellatrix black, andromeda black.
parents: cygnus black, druella black nee rosier.
other family: orion black (uncle), walburga black (aunt), alphard black (uncle), sirius black (cousin), regulus black (cousin), evan rosier (cousin).
languages: english, french, spanish, greek, gaelic, russian.
current residence: walden macnair’s home.
hometown: norfolk.
wizard fun:
hogwarts house: slytherin.
year of graduation: 1979.
occupation: socialite.
pet: two pet snakes named ophelia and desdemona.
blood status: pureblood.
species: witch.
patronus: luna moth.
luna moths represent rebirth, renewal of body and spirit, regeneration and may even symbolize the soul itself. luna moths, like many types of moths and butterflies, are quite beautiful in appearance and have docile personalities. their physical beauty and charm make these large moths symbols of reflection, nourishment and life.
boggart:
narcissa’s greatest fear is always feeling as powerless, controlled, and alone as she has been for the majority of her life. she sees so many people, even lowly mudbloods, with friends and love and warmth in their lives, but she doesn’t have it. she’s so afraid she never will.
amortentia:
snow.
the crisp, biting scent that hits your nose the second that you step foot outside the morning after a fresh snow is one of narcissa’s favorite things in the world. especially if it’s the first snow of the year. something about that is just so different and special. she couldn’t quite put into words the way winter made her feel.
christmas garland.
christmas was always exciting to narcissa because it meant that there would be more people in the household than just her sisters and parents. she loved seeing her aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins, especially when they brought her presents. she also loved how much effort went into decorating their home for the holidays with garland, wreaths, candles, tinsel, and charms. narcissa was nothing if not a connoisseur of beauty.
peppermint.
narcissa, nor any of the Black sisters, were allowed sweets growing up. druella insisted that it would make them fat and lazy and completely undesirable. as a result, the closest thing they were allowed to have was peppermints, and narcissa went overboard on them. she almost always keeps a tin of them next to her bed.
wand type:
12 1/3″, pine wood wand with a unicorn hair core, understandably delicate.
pine is a quiet wood, not powerful, not weak. it is a softwood, and thus has a bit more yield, making it more inclined to a quick-learning but less powerful wands. it is, however, excellent for divination. pine wands choose independent, individual masters who may be perceived as loners, intriguing, and perhaps mysterious. pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, including garrick ollivander who had never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. the pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic. delicate wands are a special case. it takes special care to learn spells with this wand, but it is rarely extremely powerful. they tend to choose witches and wizards with somewhat frail personalities, and once a spell is learned, although it is not as strong, it is extremely reliable.
unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.
affiliation: narcissa is loyal only to her family.
appearance:
height: 5′6″.
hair color: pale blonde.
eye color: mint green.
typical hair style: parted in the center and hangs straight to her shoulders.
fashion style: narcissa wears only the color black unless it is a very special occasion. she only wears skirts and dresses, no pants. she prefers a short black dress with a high neckline and no sleeves with a late modern appearance. cissy wears boots with a heels most often. she has a love for jewelry that looks like bugs. [ fashion ]
distinguishing features: narcissa is known for being pale and icy in appearance and demeanor, but strikingly beautiful especially against the darkness usually around her. her eyes are hawklike and intelligent, but the rest of her expression is almost always unreadable. she has no blemishes to speak of, but a scar on her thigh and one on her collarbone.
personality:
positive traits: maternal. thoughtful. observant.
negative traits: icy. haughty. deceitful.
theme song: behind blue eyes by the who
headcanons:
narcissa likes bugs and insects decidedly more than she likes most people. there has never been a time when she wasn’t completely enamored and fascinated by the often spurned creatures. in her opinion, they are by far the most beautiful and stunning creatures. she has extensive knowledge of them and has created a haven for all manner of insects in the greenhouse at black manor.
narcissa has always secretly dreamed of going to study dragons in romania. she’s always loved them and been fascinated by them. however, she knows that would never be allowed so she would never voice it out loud. in fact, only a handful of people even realize how much she loves the creatures.
christmas is decidedly narcissa favorite time of the year. it is the one time that she allows herself to warm up and be totally enraptured by the holiday. her face will light up as bright as any tinseled tree. she will spend hours out in the snow and picks her presents meticulously for everyone she deems deserves one.
biography:
From the moment she entered this world, during that liminal time before the sun has risen, but the sky is still lighter than in the depths of the night, Narcissa was the antithesis to the traditional Blacks. Where her sisters, mother, father, cousins had dark hair, sharp features, cutting eyes, and venomous mouths, Narcissa was a ghost; soft, curved, delicate, haunting.
The third and final disappointment to Cygnus the Third who so desperately wanted a son, Narcissa was all but ignored by her father from the beginning. If he wasn’t presenting her with a lavishly expensive doll or gown, he didn’t care to talk to his youngest. Bellatrix was the apple of his eye.
Alternatively, Druella became enamoured with their fair daughter. Her features were unlike any others in the family, and Druella valued two things above all else; beauty and how that beauty can be useful to her. Before Narcissa was even capable of speech, she had a string of pearls too tight around her neck like a collar that her mother used to remind her that her grasp was inescapable. Her youth consisted of years of lessons, tutors, and strict schedules. Even by Fitzwilliam Darcy standards, Narcissa would be considered an accomplished young lady. The better she became at any given task, the more her mother demanded of her. There was no such thing as perfect to Druella, only more to improve upon. That was the beginning of Narcissa’s deceptions. She was certain to never show how talented she was, and let her family believe she was completely average.
She envied Andromeda, whose quiet nature and subdued appearance made her free of their parents tutelage. The middle child was left to her own devices and could go as she pleased throughout the day. If ever given a moment, Narcissa would soon enough steal away to a private corner of the attic, basement, or garden with an old tome from the Black’s personal library. Of course, her respites never lasted too long. The house elves, her sisters, or even her mother would find her and drag her back into the endless lessons. Narcissa never complained. She did all that her mother asked, biding her time.
The solitary light at the end of the tunnel was Hogwarts. Bellatrix had gone, Andromeda had gone, and Narcissa had been left solitary for a year, yearning for the day she’d be able to board the train at King’s Cross Station and disappear to a year away from her suffocating mother. It occurred to her a few months before she was meant to leave for school that perhaps her mother wouldn’t allow it. She even thought she’d overheard Druella begging Cygnus to let her homeschool Narcissa for the rest of her academic career, but thankfully, he’d sternly refuted his wife. Narcissa needed to be sociable and influential at school if the Black family was to continue its powerful grip on society.
Druella wept when Narcissa packed her trunk for her first year. She’d been distraught about her youngest daughter leaving for weeks. Their mother kept wringing her hands and proclaiming that she had no idea what she would do with her time now. Narcissa feigned regret for leaving and assured her mother that she’d find some way to fill her time. However, Narcissa had never been more excited to experience the freedom that came with school. From the moment she stepped on the train, it felt as if a world lifted from her shoulders. Even her pearl necklace didn’t feel quite so strangling.
Narcissa sat in a compartment with Andromeda and a few of her classmates instead of trying to find other first years to talk to. Frankly, she appreciated simply looking at the scenery as they went along. She enjoyed just sitting and being without having to do anything. Andromeda warned her that there would be people at Hogwarts who would have heard of her, and there would be plenty of rumors about her and her family, but Narcissa didn’t care. They could say that she was the devil incarnate, and she’d still be excited to hear a voice that wasn’t her mother’s saying it.
After the sorting ceremony, she began to realize the full implications of her sister’s warning. She unpacked her trunk in the Slytherin dormitory with the rest of the first year girls and attempted to make her first friends. They all smiled until names were exchanged. She heard the whispers when her back was turned. They only intensified when the eldest Black sister appeared to check on Narcissa her first day. After a quick greeting and good luck, Bellatrix told the rest of the Slytherin girls to be nice to her sister or else. As kind as the gesture had meant to be, it assured Narcissa a rather lonely first year. Even those who wanted to suck up to a Black sister didn’t bother to talk to Narcissa for fear of invoking Bellatrix’s wrath. Not to mention, Andromeda came off far more personable- an easier friend.
Narcissa threw herself into learning who she actually was. She had plenty of free time without friends to worry about and without her mother’s constant presence, though she did have to dedicate a portion of her week to responding to her mother’s letters. She decided to have average marks in her classes despite fully understanding the material and even studying further than what the classes required. It was to her advantage the world continued to see her as the beautiful sister. While the rumors about her spread even more, Narcissa became more and more lonely. She decided to play into the persona that everyone had created for her.
Her school life continued as such until the middle of her third year. Narcissa began to study legillimancies and occlumencies. She was very good at it. Disturbingly good at it. During the middle of the night, she began to explore the innermost thoughts of her schoolmates, professors, and anyone else she thought would be interesting to understand. The more accomplished she became, the more willing she was to do what was ethically questionable. The more ethically questionable her decisions became the more her curiosity for the darker arts and divination became. However, her studies no longer fill that space in her that craves connection.
Things changed when she agreed to an engagement with Lucius Malfoy prior to her graduation from Hogwarts. He was one of the few to ever see through her facades, and managed to melt away a bit of her ice over the years. However, it was soon revealed that he’d been promised to her by her father from the beginning making everything a lie. This enraged the girl who promptly called off the engagement and absconded from her parents home. While the Blacks are trying their best to keep this a secret, Narcissa has been well hidden from everyone looking to pull her back into the fold.
other relations. archie and merritt parkinson - adoptive parents. david and ella griffiths - biological parents.
clubs. quidditch only.
favorite classes. flying, transfiguration.
least favorite classes. potions, charms, defense against the dark arts.
height. 5′2″
hair color. variable.
eye color. variable.
hair style. sera’s hair is usually the first sign that she is a metamorphmagus. she has very littler control over the changing color with her emotions. however, the style is almost always a clipped, choppy, and short bob. some days she is in the mood for long silky hair, though. it just depends on her mood. she rarely wears it up because the ties pull when she shifts.
fashion style. colors. patterns. textures. sera likes things to be bright and bold and different. she loves mixing feminine and masculine styles. she wears very high heels since she is so short. she likes to wear furs, leathers, sequins, silk, and spandex. sera wears a lot of things that might not mix well together, but seems to make it work for her. she has a very early punk and glam rock style. [ fashion moodboard ]
distinguishing features. her face changes shape. the most distinguishable feature about sera is that she can have any feature at any time. the face that is generally accepted as her normal has high cheekbones and sweet, rounded dimples. sera has a friendly face.
The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While I disagree with many of Gregorovitch’s conclusions, we concur about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.
This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.
______________________________pets.
Seraphina has a pet cat named Bubblegum, a pet ferret named Tingle, and a pet owl named Cindy.
______________________________amortentia.
broom polish.
quidditch has been seraphina’s passion for as long as she can recall. there is nothing more peaceful to her than an entire day spent on the quidditch pitch. the smell of broom polish is equivalent to those serene moments when she prepares.
coconut.
it is a warm and inviting scent that sera associates heavily with her favorite desserts, lotions, and places to travel to.
cherry.
cherries are a guilty pleasure for seraphina. they are her favorite and go-to snack on any given day. she loves to add cherries to anything.
______________________________boggart.
her worst fear is the idea that she will be found out. her true parentage will come to light and put not only her, but everyone she loves’ lives in danger.
______________________________patronus.
flamingo.
People with the Flamingo patronus know how to use their hearts to find the right solutions to their problems. They also find comfort in group situations. Therefore, folks with this patronus know how to maintain their individuality within large groups and enjoy being around people. These people are often flirtatious and flamboyant in the way they dress. Moreover, they know how to balance a busy lifestyle and often find themselves in a supportive role when someone is having relationship problems. They also know how to help them heal and move on. Their decisions in life usually come from the heart.
______________________________biography.
It was an early frost. The sun had only just set and each breath exhaled produced a puffy cloud of steam from the nostrils and lips of the hospital patrons as they entered and exited the sleek, upscale building. It was the Griffiths’ third child. The private birthing suite at the hospital had been reserved for a day and a half by the time labor started.
They were the picture perfection muggle family for a short time. Both mother and father bursting with pride at the three perfect, healthy offspring. It lasted in bliss until the first time that infant Seraphina laughed. Her raven dark locks shifted to a bright, inexplicable pink. It was the same color as a cloud colored by a sunset. No expense was spared as they took her to doctors and experts in various fields to attempt to explain her shifting features. It was when things started floating off of shelves, rattled off the wall, and zipping up from the ground that the Griffiths could take no more.
A friend of a friend of a friend who was in the know took the babe to a magic adoption agency. The Griffiths paid well to ensure the trail back to them was nearly impossible to discover. They didn’t want an angry witch or wizard coming after them some time down the line. That was how the Parkinson’s discovered the babe.
Archie and Merritt Parkinson had already given birth to two children when they came to the decision for a third child. The social elite of pureblooded society, they were well known for their philanthropy. The Daily Prophet had done plenty of stories on the couple’s generosity. While some claimed that the very publicized adoption was just another stunt to gain public appeal, the truth was that they couldn’t have another child due to complications that Merritt faced when she’d had her last child.
Of course, that wasn’t a reason to avoid using the adoption to their advantage. They needed a child and a pureblooded one at that. It was the bundle of swiftly changing hair that caught their heart. An infant metamorphmagus was a rarity, and they were told of her pureblooded parents who passed from dragon pox in another country had been a tragedy. (An insignificant lie if it got the babe adopted, right?) What reason would they have to doubt it? Obviously the infant possessed magical abilities and that was a safer bet than potentially adopted a squib. It was a win all around. Thus, Seraphina Diana Anastasia became the newest and welcomed member of the Parkinson family.
Childhood for the Parkinsons was not all too different from any other pureblooded family. They were often flaunted in the name of their parents’ many pureblooded charities, but they never wanted for anything. Despite how public her adoption was, Sera never felt unwanted or out of place with her family. She was never made to feel anything less than a Parkinson. Seraphina embraced her role. She was ever the dutiful daughter, although she had a penchant for not thinking things through very well. But why would she need to? Any trouble that she came across, her parents would find a way to fix.
As they got older, Seraphina grew prone to long periods of boredom as her siblings became old enough to go to school. It was during this time that she first discovered her love of flying. Soon enough it became time for Seraphina to go to Hogwarts. While she’d somewhat expected to get sorted into Slytherin with the rest of her peers, she wasn’t upset when the Sorting Hat decreed her a Hufflepuff. Her marks were always average in everything but flying. Frankly, she didn’t care to practice anything except Quidditch. She joined the team her second year and it has been her passion since.
Life was normal. Well, as normal as it could be for a young, shapeshifting witch until the summer before her sixth year. An attack decimated an old orphanage not too far outside of Godric’s Hollow. Her mother was fast to say it was tragic that they’d lost the place that Seraphina had been adopted from. It was strange. Her adoption had never been the focal point of her life. More of a mere passing fact in the biography of her story. However, that sentence planted a seed in her. The attacks that were popping up over the nation, her father’s beliefs he became more and more vocal about, the tension of her peers… it all made one point abundantly clear. Blood was becoming more important by the day.
It was time to discover just precisely what bloodline was hers. Seraphina began digging. There wasn’t much to be recovered from the incinerated files of the old orphanage, but galleons greasing the palms of the right people supplied her with the right direction to continue her inquiries. It took time. It took money. It took resources that her mother was not always so willing to arrange. Eventually, Seraphina uncovered the not so pure history of her past. Then she destroyed every evidence of it. No one could ever know lest her own life or the life of her family be forfeit. She wouldn’t let that happen, no matter what. Besides, it didn’t change anything. Not really. Seraphina was what she’d always been raised to be.
It was less than a week later that she began to ask her father about taking the Dark Mark. While hesitant to allow his youngest daughter into the less savory nature of his organization, Archie Parkinson was proud of her tenacity. However, it was the rest of her that impressed the right people under the dark hoods. Seraphina became notoriously able to take a hit and keep going. Her temper could shift at the drop of a hat, and there no were apparently no lengths to which she would not go. She was an incredibly loyal and malleable follower in more than one way. It was swiftly agreed that her loyalty would be an asset. Sera took the Dark Mark the month before her last year of schooling was to begin, a fact which was easy to hide given her particular abilities.
Her marks have fallen to below average as Sera struggles to come to terms with the truth of her existence, with what she will do to hide it, with her ambition towards her quidditch career, and with her new found responsibilities. The girl who has always stood out by nature, is desperate to fit in. Survival is now the only thing that matters.
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. alexander jonathan locke
𝐀𝐊𝐀. lex
𝐀𝐆𝐄. thirty
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 & 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. he/him
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. homoromantic homosexual
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. demigod
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. lawyer (public defendant) prior to camp
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. dirty blonde
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. blue
𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5′11
𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃. muscular
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒. spattering over his body, but no major ones
𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. phoenix on left shoulder blade, welsh dragon on the right
𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. none
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. bradley james
𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. lawful good
𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. devoted, reliable, protective
𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. overly-idealistic, reckless, cocky
𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. camping, fishing, gaming, football
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃
𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋. generally good
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋. perfect health
𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒. heghts
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 20/20
𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. left
𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄. none recently
𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐔𝐒𝐄. socially
𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐓. generally healthy
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. cardiff, wales
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. stephen locke - father
elizabeth ‘lizzy’ locke - mother
nemesis - birth mother
𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. none
𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒. german shepherd named riot, left with parents
𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. university education, law degree from USW
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒. knack for picking up languages,
