Graduated Character: Piérre Marchonné

Physical Description: Zyva is an unassuming, uninteresting, and tiny girl of 4’5” (1.35m) and a petite 72 pounds (32.66kg). Her eyes are a glacial blue, and her hair a towhead blonde, mildly wavy, that falls halfway down her back. Her limbs are thin and delicate, which matches the way she holds herself; as if she could blow away in even the most remote breeze.

Like her half brother Piérre Luigi Marchonné, Zyva expresses a defined Stahl’s ear that gives an otherworldly look to her.

Mental Description: Raised by the relatively biased perspectives of her mother Niamh, Zyva was subjected to a strongly defended childhood to protect her from what Niamh perhaps rightly believed the world to be; cruel and dangerous, especially to a beautiful girl. As such, whereas her twin Arkyn was more free to gallivant in the square and around the parks and streets near the house, Zyva found herself holed up indoors unless Niahm took them both out to the wilds near Bergen and let them spend a day there for a change instead. Her sparse interactions with the outdoors in the form of forest exploration gave her an especial appreciation for the natural world, most notably in the form of the woods and the life (and death) which was found therein.

Each venture to the woods brought with it the many questions of an intrigued, curious, and highly malleable young mind, all of which were answered by Niahm in the way that she herself had been brought up; lessons of the nature of life and death, the beauty of both and the sacredness of the task of preserving the balance of it. This in turn led Zyva to turn to more introspective reflections, and in those reflections finding parallels between those two beautiful states of being. Through this, Zyva began to find interest in the things commonly associated with the macabre and morbid; the interests of bone jewelry, clothing, and art, the creation of a very special set of runic casting bones made out of the body of a young elk calf that they had found in the woods on an occasion. Both her home bedroom and her dormitory are covered in incredible amounts of bone, skulls, antlers/horns, teeth, feathers, furs, and talons/claws of all kinds, from eagles and deer to vultures, sparrows, wolves, and bears.

When interfacing with others, the girl is quiet and appears to be terrified in some respects when spoken to, her face paling immediately and her hair seeming to fall over her face in an almost protective measure to avert her eye contact from anyone else speaking to her. When finally coerced into speaking, Zyva’s English words are broken and quiet enough to match the way that she holds herself, shy and as if they were to blow away in the presence of even a remotely louder voice. It is only around her brother Arkyn that a more playful and delighted persona can be seen, as she is able to speak more confidently in Norwegian and knows that she can share the most innermost thoughts and curious ideas without fear of judgment.

Biography: On the night which strung itself silkily between the days of 15 and 16 October 2014 as she was surrounded by the Ladies of the House of Sinober Kinn [Cinnabar Cheeks] and with a vibrant Super Blood Moon in the midst of a total lunar eclipse hanging full and crimson in the sky, a woman named Niamh Skògrwight brought into the world two children: first a boy and then a girl. Fair they were: their was hair soft and fine even as its fair and thin white-blonde hue was stained by afterbirth in same color as the moon they had been born beneath, their skin was velvet soft and pale as snow, their eyes were blue as oceans and glaciers, and their twin cries filled the air in harmonious tandem of male and female. Born to a world that was cold and feral, but they themselves so warm and full of life as infants so weak and helpless, the twins Skògrwight were immediately welcomed in and worried over by not only their own mother but by the rest of their "mothers" of the House. The boy was named "Arkyn" and the girl, after much chatter and debate amongst the women and the careful consideration of Niamh herself, was named "Zyva". Niamh gifted her the two additional names "Hel" and "Fae" after the Queen of Helheim and an allusion to the faer folk of the Alvenkind.

The Madame was kind enough to allow Niamh a break from her services to care for her children when they were young, though she had strongly advised to give them up if Niamh did not intend to leave the establishment. Niamh resisted both options very strongly, and with a little extra charm for good measure she kept both of her children in her guardianship.

Zyva's early childhood in the house of ill repute was as decent and innocent as a child could have for their circumstance. Niamh was a traditionalist in raising children due to her own upbringing, and while Arkyn was allowed to go out and play, romp about, and become a bloody menace with the other children outside as a boy would tend to to, Zyva herself was kept indoors and firmly under Niamh's protective eyes. When gentlemen came about for Niamh's services, Zyva was put away either into another unused or barred-off room where she would neither be found or disturbed or entrusted to the care of her brother, the few instances in which she was permitted to go outside without her mother. Such instances in which she was left to play quietly by herself in another room made her quiet and meek, and the times in which she found herself bright and talkative came only when she was in the safety of her brother's arms. Often, though, Arkyn would end up helping to sneak Zyva out of the house so that they could run wild and free through the woods under the moonlight, climb trees until she got stuck and he had to help her down, and go river-stomping in the various creeks and bubbling rapids throughout the forests.

That did not mean, however, that Niamh was totally without compassion for her daughter. In fact, she loved her just as much as she did Arkyn. She took both children out frequently to adventures in the wild and taught them the ways of the land and the cyclical nature of nature itself. Sometimes they would go hunting, and sometimes they would go to watch the animals live and lose their lives to the hands of their kin. On occasions when they found a wounded animal in which mercy was the only option, Niamh herself would teach her children the right way to perform such a mercy: the natural way in which they were set in this world to be its stewards and its guardians, and the proper way to ensure that the creature would return properly to its new role to fertilize and enrich the earth that it had come from.

Zyva would watch this all with wide and curious eyes, and she became well-versed in the way of the animal and of the natural world. On these ventures, she would take bones and fur and feather and horn and talon and claw and all other sorts of trinkets from the animals that she saw and that they had encountered. Those little trinkets would become jewelry and hairpieces when she had the free time to craft and create them: which, due to her cloistered nature and the refusal of her mother to allow either child to attend a public school, was quite frequently. In lieu of public education, Niamh taught her children everything that she knew instead. While this meant that socialization of the children was more likely to suffer--particularly in the case of Zyva who was not truly permitted to go out and play with other children other than her twin brother--and that they did not have any 'formal' education at the same level as many other children of their age, they were exceptionally knowledgeable in the way of survivalism and the ways of the natural world. They knew how to hunt, to forage, and how to weather the elements, its creatures, and the wilds in equal measures. The children, while not intellects of any notable collegiate (or even primary school) level, became hardy survivors and were capable of self-sufficiency from a very young age.

Thus after this childhood came the day of 19 July 2025, after Zyva met a strange man named Piérre Marchonné. She didn't think much of the encounter, but little did she know that the man was in reality not only a wizard who had been travelling for the purposes of entertaining and entertainment, but that he was also her own dear half-brother by means of her scoundrel father, Gitano Luca Vero. It was Piérre who would eventually present himself before her mother after the twins had recieved letters to Hogwarts on their eleventh birthdays and explain that he believed that her children carried in their veins the magic of wizard-kind. Reluctantly, she would come to trust Piérre, and reluctantly she would permit her children to be taught.

They attended the Hogwarts Summer Camp in an attempt to assist Zyva in particular become socialized with children of her age and of wizardkind, and before everyone knew it...

The day of the Sorting, the first day of the Hogwarts schooling year, had arrived.

First Instance of Magic: Zyva’s true first instance of magic was when she was but 4 years old and visiting extended family for the first time in the vicinity of Scotland's Shetland Islands. While she was there surrounded by the magical things and creatures that she had never seen before in her life, she had come across the intact skeleton of a great stag--a creature no doubt introduced to island forest centuries ago by her ancestors--whose bones were clean and pure white in the moonlight. The decomposers and the maggots were only just beginning to return to the leaf litter from whence they had come, and they had left the beautiful craft of their decomposition pristine and untouched.

Stooping down alongside the great creature laid low, the tiny Norwegian girl marveled at the beauty of its final rest, the perfect curve of calcifications that under the right conditions could become totally immortal in the form of fossilization. But how beautiful it was now currently, fresh and pure. Giggling to her brother Arkyn, she began to touch all the bones, feeling each one delicate and thin beneath her hands. Where her hands touched, tiny swirls of new calcifications began to form like frost upon the cracks--like crystallofolia forming through a stem of a plant. The bones began to shiver and tremble, and all at once suddenly the great horned skull rose--the bony knees supported themselves on the ground before shakily getting to exposed hooves like a newborn faun. A great skeletal stag now stood at its full height before the girl, shaking its naked head as it would have in life before beginning to trot around the immediate vicinity with the clacking of bone on bone and the shivering whispers of air whistling through skeletal frame. Grass and dirt and leaf litter fell away from it as its pace increased into a full canter, while Zyva clapped and chased after it.

But when their mother's voice echoed through the woods, the creature suddenly stopped when Zyva stopped and looked. As quickly as it had risen to its feet the bones suddenly unknitted and fell to the ground again, totally inanimate once more. However, the magic had been done--the Book and Quill of Registration at that very moment inscribed the name "Zyva Skògrwight" upon its pages for invitation when the girl would one day have her eleventh birthday.