MAHAR, Saoirse
Apr 16, 2020 8:36:57 GMT -8
Post by lekkydoll on Apr 16, 2020 8:36:57 GMT -8
Saoirse Illiana Mahar
Kyla Baker face claim
Kyla Baker face claim
Age: 12
Date of Birth: 8/20/1963
Nickname/Alias: Sha, Seer
Bloodtype: (Muggleborn, Pureblood, Halfbloode, Etc) Half blood (Vampire)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Doesn't know yet
Year: 1
School/House/Former house: Doesn't know yet
Wand: Cherrywood and dragon heartstring
Patronus: Unknown
Boggart: Being abandoned
Appearance: Pale white skin and a heart shaped face, large cerulean-blue eyes (they turn red with blood lust) and long, straight, dark red hair done in no discernable style. She favors dark colored muggle clothing when not in wizard garb. "Boho" style
Notable Markings: One long scar up her right forearm from a childhood accident
Personality
Strengths: Creative- she draws and paints and doesn't think she's half bad.
Date of Birth: 8/20/1963
Nickname/Alias: Sha, Seer
Bloodtype: (Muggleborn, Pureblood, Halfbloode, Etc) Half blood (Vampire)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Doesn't know yet
Year: 1
School/House/Former house: Doesn't know yet
Wand: Cherrywood and dragon heartstring
Patronus: Unknown
Boggart: Being abandoned
Appearance: Pale white skin and a heart shaped face, large cerulean-blue eyes (they turn red with blood lust) and long, straight, dark red hair done in no discernable style. She favors dark colored muggle clothing when not in wizard garb. "Boho" style
Notable Markings: One long scar up her right forearm from a childhood accident
Personality
Strengths: Creative- she draws and paints and doesn't think she's half bad.
Headstrong - she fears very little on the surface
Humble - whatever she excells at, she doesn't brag about it
Kind - self explanatory
Weaknesses: Quiet - she usually doesn't speak much unless spoken to and likes to think before she speaks
Curious - sometimes too much so for her own good!
Temper - her Irish heritage is a true stereotype
Stubborn - she can be stubborn if she can't see your side of things
Likes: Strawberries, dragons, cats, drawing, swimming, music, most forms of nature and muggle fishing
Dislikes: Vegetables, bossy grownups, bossy kids, being 'controlled', being forced into a proverbial cage that she can't back out of
Personality: Kind initially, she opens up to new friends readily, though she can be quiet at first until she's deemed it "safe" to speak freely. A lot of being moved around and encountering a lot of different and dangerous people has her wary sometimes. She's curious, pretty, and no dummy when it comes to reading a room. If she knows she can't hang, she's quick to get out of the room, making up any excuse. She can also sometimes be lazy. QUITE recently she's been noticing some changes, namely fangs and a craving for raw meat, as well as enhanced senses.... the heartbeats are the loudest....
History
History:
Saoirse's backstory is messy. Born in the states to an Irish mother and a vampiric father (both Saoirse and her mother are unaware of this) but moved overseas at a young age, her mother raised her alone and is a little flighty, either being evicted or moving her around a lot. As a result, Saoirse has lived in a variety of situations that no child should, i.e., sleeping in back bedrooms of strangers and no supervision. One winter's night she decided to go for a walk and was attacked, only getting away with her life when a kind stranger passing by intervened on her behalf and got her back home safely. Safe and unharmed though she was, it still terrified the hell out of a headstrong kid who thought she could take care of herself.
Not long after this event, her 'other' nature began to eke through. She's started to crave raw meat, bloodier the better, and other senses are awakening. She has not told anyone yet, because she isn't sure what's happening. She's grown little fangs. It didn't take a genius to figure things out. Sadly her mostly muggle upbringing has her thinking more hollywood than real life.
Saoirse is a child vampire, with all of their strengths and weaknesses, but she is also a witch. The one good thing her mother DID do was register her for Hogwarts, and the recently traumatized child was accepted. Sadly her mother declined to inform the powers that be of her daughter's.... recessive traits, because she is unaware.
Understandably she is terrified and excited to start at Hogwarts; excited because who WOULDN'T be? And terrified that they'll make her leave once they see fangs.
Dislikes: Vegetables, bossy grownups, bossy kids, being 'controlled', being forced into a proverbial cage that she can't back out of
Personality: Kind initially, she opens up to new friends readily, though she can be quiet at first until she's deemed it "safe" to speak freely. A lot of being moved around and encountering a lot of different and dangerous people has her wary sometimes. She's curious, pretty, and no dummy when it comes to reading a room. If she knows she can't hang, she's quick to get out of the room, making up any excuse. She can also sometimes be lazy. QUITE recently she's been noticing some changes, namely fangs and a craving for raw meat, as well as enhanced senses.... the heartbeats are the loudest....
History
History:
Saoirse's backstory is messy. Born in the states to an Irish mother and a vampiric father (both Saoirse and her mother are unaware of this) but moved overseas at a young age, her mother raised her alone and is a little flighty, either being evicted or moving her around a lot. As a result, Saoirse has lived in a variety of situations that no child should, i.e., sleeping in back bedrooms of strangers and no supervision. One winter's night she decided to go for a walk and was attacked, only getting away with her life when a kind stranger passing by intervened on her behalf and got her back home safely. Safe and unharmed though she was, it still terrified the hell out of a headstrong kid who thought she could take care of herself.
Not long after this event, her 'other' nature began to eke through. She's started to crave raw meat, bloodier the better, and other senses are awakening. She has not told anyone yet, because she isn't sure what's happening. She's grown little fangs. It didn't take a genius to figure things out. Sadly her mostly muggle upbringing has her thinking more hollywood than real life.
Saoirse is a child vampire, with all of their strengths and weaknesses, but she is also a witch. The one good thing her mother DID do was register her for Hogwarts, and the recently traumatized child was accepted. Sadly her mother declined to inform the powers that be of her daughter's.... recessive traits, because she is unaware.
Understandably she is terrified and excited to start at Hogwarts; excited because who WOULDN'T be? And terrified that they'll make her leave once they see fangs.
Person behind the character:
My name is AJ, but I've gone by Lekky and a host of other nicknames. I'm 31, Autistic and disabled, an artist, a writer and a lover of all things magic! I'm also pretty approachable, and pardon any weirdness! Sometimes I don't read people right, just let me know
Chat Box/OOC Name: AJ
How did you find us: Pela on discord!
Any Previous Character: Nope
Role Playing Sample:
The stars dotted the sky like chips of icy diamonds against black velvet and somewhere in the distance, the wind sang a serenade through the leaves of all the trees. Those that had already given up the ghost and turned brown began to flutter and fall, joining their brethren in the grass, but aside from that, there was no movement among the hallowed dead. The graveyard was silent. Stones littered the earth and the scent of forgotten flowers littered the air. All was still until suddenly it wasn't.
The earth at one tombstone began to swirl and move, heaving up and down as if the earth itself were alive. Pulse pulse, pause. Pulse pulse, pause. Nothing else moved for awhile, until the soil began again; pulse pulse, pause. Finally at long last, as if giving birth to something new, pale shapes began to tear through the dirt and the grainy brown substrate began to fall and swirl, as if down a whirlpool - a hand was slowly pushing its way out of the grave. Followed by an arm, and then a shoulder, and finally a head, fingers clawing and tearing at the grass as if desperate to emerge. Hunger. All it knew was hunger, a deep black yawning sensation in the pit of a stomach desiccated by decay. Feed. Time to feed.
The trick or treaters never really stood a chance.
