Chelsea Mitzchel
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 15 Oct 2013
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- First year, Hufflepuff
- Wand:
- 31,4 cm beech wood and phoenix feather
This is the iNPC account of Angel Dayes
School of iNPC: Castelobruxo
Year: second
Link to iNPC encyclopedia page: [here](viewtopic.php?t=48237#p1756264)
Nationality: Swiss
Residence: Choroní, Venezuela
Sport (if you applied for it): Duellist
Special talent/race (if was approved): Parselmouth
Reducio
Chelsea Mitzchel was born on October. 15 2013. Lived in Choroní Venezuela, where the coastlines are perfect conditions for fishing and where the beachside curates a beautiful aesthetic. Her Aunt Noelle raised her throughout her life, and she has never been more grateful. Though she has never known her parents, all she knew from her Aunt was that a grave incident took their lives, never in detail that's all their was to it. The day came when Noelle mustered the courage to tell much more about Chelsea herself. Her parents were from Swiss and French descent explaining her own heritage was just the minimum, though she already had an inkling about where her background is from.
Her time was spent mostly on fishing and near the marginals. It was a pleasant time indeed, always resided across the outskirts of the shores and photography was her past time. The piquant from the air itself would always occlude her senses. Carefree, her life was safe to say insouciant and the vastness of adventure was unwavering. She'd love to sneak on mighty ships as they were to set for boarding. Always up for mischief and being a maverick lass. The environment fitted her quite well, though she was not one of high status, she loved being in the cottage she lived in ever since. Her life was very quaint.
Living in the urban area, Chelsea lived in a cottage. It was not grand and definitely not some villa. It was just what it was. Never had she been given wealth like the other wealthy kids. Often times she'd been warned about her own blood. That cause her upbringing to be a bit more cautious about others. Yet Chelsea persistent enough had refused that mindset, that line of thinking and decided to let the rest be. But nevertheless the thing that caused her upbringing was the simplicity ever since. Always cared for the simple things in life.
Unfortunately with pros comes with undeniable cons. It caused Chelsea to be a bit turbulent and hyper. Always in the clouds. Survivalist attributes. Stand offish too she felt distant and different from the other children who had the merit of seeing their parents. It caused a hollow in her heart that no adventure could mend. Often dissociation become more of her forté. Which created a rift with time to come. The times at Choroní was certainly a pleasure but creased a sense of anguish.
Her time was spent mostly on fishing and near the marginals. It was a pleasant time indeed, always resided across the outskirts of the shores and photography was her past time. The piquant from the air itself would always occlude her senses. Carefree, her life was safe to say insouciant and the vastness of adventure was unwavering. She'd love to sneak on mighty ships as they were to set for boarding. Always up for mischief and being a maverick lass. The environment fitted her quite well, though she was not one of high status, she loved being in the cottage she lived in ever since. Her life was very quaint.
Living in the urban area, Chelsea lived in a cottage. It was not grand and definitely not some villa. It was just what it was. Never had she been given wealth like the other wealthy kids. Often times she'd been warned about her own blood. That cause her upbringing to be a bit more cautious about others. Yet Chelsea persistent enough had refused that mindset, that line of thinking and decided to let the rest be. But nevertheless the thing that caused her upbringing was the simplicity ever since. Always cared for the simple things in life.
Unfortunately with pros comes with undeniable cons. It caused Chelsea to be a bit turbulent and hyper. Always in the clouds. Survivalist attributes. Stand offish too she felt distant and different from the other children who had the merit of seeing their parents. It caused a hollow in her heart that no adventure could mend. Often dissociation become more of her forté. Which created a rift with time to come. The times at Choroní was certainly a pleasure but creased a sense of anguish.
Reducio
Excitement went through her every fibre of her being when Chelsea was ecstatic to go out for vacation for the first time, she was ready to go full out, with her outfit and duffle bag. The Chariot Resort in France. To her it was a magical experience. But that word "magical" would soon become the perfect word to describe that day. The lass, who was only eight years old, the unfortunate lass who could not have the stamina to keep up with her Aunt, had tripped over, leaving a graze on her knee. It was quite painful as she did went chest first which left her winded and breathless. She had a soft cry and winced, but while her hand was hovering over the wound, she felt it once more, it was never grazed nor did it had a bruise. It was healed.
Reducio
Her visuals are of the warm autumn. Radiant and full of mischief and adventure. No one can exactly place where she has attained such energy. Her height and stature was complementing for she takes space in a crowded room. Her eyes were those of a cat, sharp and piercing. Demanding of energy, and filled with a sly plastered smile. Oh yes, those eyes of hers were full of color anytime. Her skin was sun kissed, marked with the days spent outside in the blazing weather, like the grains of the sand and seeds. Now her hair, was scenic, filled with shades of brown like the woods and shaped like the pine trees, just like her lips were carved like the plum fruit. The sculpted face was sultry. Fragranced with cedar and mint making her refreshing to see.
Reducio
The most common word Chelsea could fathom when it came to what others see in her was probably, airheaded. The lot would say she's a bit distracted by something always in thought. It seems like a person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts after all. Passive and rather looked like she could use her time somewhere and someone else, though her airy tone with a high frequency makes her a rather odd one despite her energy being exerted into the shorelines and books. In contrast to her looks, her mind and heart was occluded with blues and mist.
Reducio
Parselmouth application: 746
Speaking parseltongue was engraved in her and was the most insightful about her character and past. Chelsea never considered it before but she had a sudden shift in mood. Especially that time she went to the Anler's Zoo back at Zürich. It was for winter vacation, Aunt Noelle wanted her to see Switzerland for the first time, as she has never been before, besides she had always gone to France, she was grateful for the change. So interesting animals so she'd heard from her Aunt's eagerness. Giving her own two cents maybe her Aunt was more merry than usual. Perhaps due to reminiscing her childhood or anything of the like, though she felt indifferent, Aunt Noelle realized her disinterest and apologized for her ramblings.
The distance and car ailment was getting harder to keep in check and keep an eye on. Every time she'd open the window. Though of course her Aunt thought of her as dramatic. The girl only rolled her eyes as it was much easier for her Aunt to say, she was used to walking rather than sitting in vehicles so the fumes and space she was not use to but she could do some sort of pattern to get used to being in cars.
Although what felt like ages and eons they made it to Anler. It was more grand than what she expected but it would be for her leisure. Feeling credulous to Aunt's own insisting speech that she promised her she wouldn't get dozed off, she even remarked Chelsea was beginning to look a bit blasée and in translation would be nonchalant or uninterested. Did her own Aunt forgotten she was beginning to untethered herself from the shore life? Felt like she was getting too old for these amusements and attractions. Though she'd digress about the whole dilemma the reluctant sigh came through and Chelsea shrugged and dragged her unyielding legs towards the establishment.
Now she was corrected once she had her foot inside the building. Exotic animals and creatures were about. Oh how delightful her smile was to her Aunt Noelle. Knowing Chelsea she idolized Steve Irwin, wanting to befriend any creature but with the exception of animals that bring harm or illness so to speak. Officially her expedition commence.
Chelsea was anything but going for the usual. She was not interested in any of the domesticated pets such as felines or canines but any exotic animals that aren't. Her Aunt labeled her an odd one for preferring owls over cats when she asked that question before. Shaking her head, she always liked the gnarly animals anyway. Cats and dogs were just as pleasant but she had her sights set on different creatures. After all she was a friend to all animals.
Her first stop was the amphibians. The common toad (Bufo bufo), The yellow-bellied toad (Bombina variegata), and The natterjack toad (Epidalea calamita) all three were native to Switzerland. She was in awe, the toads looked unique and of course marvelous to see — but alas a hymn reached her very ears. It was hissed and sharp, prolonged and drawn out. It was most likely a serpent. It called to her, that special noise. With her luck, Chelsea had gotten the chance to make contact with the snake — or snakes for that matter. However, she felt a sensation. Wonder, no maybe feeling a bit curious and she knew it always killed the cat.
It was very hard to describe the current event that took place as Chelsea spoke in a language towards the serpents that was never construed lightly. Parseltounge. When her view panned to the snake placed on a branch she commanded it to come down so she could see it clearly in said language and behold it followed. This was certainly extraordinary to Chelsea, communication with animals but to pinpoint it to reptiles was not something she'd anticipated. Chelsea was fluent in parseltongue like english had been for her. It felt sound.
Her Aunt noticing her particular interest in the reptiles, she was keen on getting a snake for her in due time, but she shook her head, the child was very odd indeed. Aunt Noelle had recognized that same trait from her Father and a historical figure in the wizarding world, Salazar Slytherin. Her father then once told her he talked to animals and specifically reptiles. Snakes. Never had she thought she'd see the day Chelsea would come to be like him one day.
Speaking parseltongue was engraved in her and was the most insightful about her character and past. Chelsea never considered it before but she had a sudden shift in mood. Especially that time she went to the Anler's Zoo back at Zürich. It was for winter vacation, Aunt Noelle wanted her to see Switzerland for the first time, as she has never been before, besides she had always gone to France, she was grateful for the change. So interesting animals so she'd heard from her Aunt's eagerness. Giving her own two cents maybe her Aunt was more merry than usual. Perhaps due to reminiscing her childhood or anything of the like, though she felt indifferent, Aunt Noelle realized her disinterest and apologized for her ramblings.
The distance and car ailment was getting harder to keep in check and keep an eye on. Every time she'd open the window. Though of course her Aunt thought of her as dramatic. The girl only rolled her eyes as it was much easier for her Aunt to say, she was used to walking rather than sitting in vehicles so the fumes and space she was not use to but she could do some sort of pattern to get used to being in cars.
Although what felt like ages and eons they made it to Anler. It was more grand than what she expected but it would be for her leisure. Feeling credulous to Aunt's own insisting speech that she promised her she wouldn't get dozed off, she even remarked Chelsea was beginning to look a bit blasée and in translation would be nonchalant or uninterested. Did her own Aunt forgotten she was beginning to untethered herself from the shore life? Felt like she was getting too old for these amusements and attractions. Though she'd digress about the whole dilemma the reluctant sigh came through and Chelsea shrugged and dragged her unyielding legs towards the establishment.
Now she was corrected once she had her foot inside the building. Exotic animals and creatures were about. Oh how delightful her smile was to her Aunt Noelle. Knowing Chelsea she idolized Steve Irwin, wanting to befriend any creature but with the exception of animals that bring harm or illness so to speak. Officially her expedition commence.
Chelsea was anything but going for the usual. She was not interested in any of the domesticated pets such as felines or canines but any exotic animals that aren't. Her Aunt labeled her an odd one for preferring owls over cats when she asked that question before. Shaking her head, she always liked the gnarly animals anyway. Cats and dogs were just as pleasant but she had her sights set on different creatures. After all she was a friend to all animals.
Her first stop was the amphibians. The common toad (Bufo bufo), The yellow-bellied toad (Bombina variegata), and The natterjack toad (Epidalea calamita) all three were native to Switzerland. She was in awe, the toads looked unique and of course marvelous to see — but alas a hymn reached her very ears. It was hissed and sharp, prolonged and drawn out. It was most likely a serpent. It called to her, that special noise. With her luck, Chelsea had gotten the chance to make contact with the snake — or snakes for that matter. However, she felt a sensation. Wonder, no maybe feeling a bit curious and she knew it always killed the cat.
It was very hard to describe the current event that took place as Chelsea spoke in a language towards the serpents that was never construed lightly. Parseltounge. When her view panned to the snake placed on a branch she commanded it to come down so she could see it clearly in said language and behold it followed. This was certainly extraordinary to Chelsea, communication with animals but to pinpoint it to reptiles was not something she'd anticipated. Chelsea was fluent in parseltongue like english had been for her. It felt sound.
Her Aunt noticing her particular interest in the reptiles, she was keen on getting a snake for her in due time, but she shook her head, the child was very odd indeed. Aunt Noelle had recognized that same trait from her Father and a historical figure in the wizarding world, Salazar Slytherin. Her father then once told her he talked to animals and specifically reptiles. Snakes. Never had she thought she'd see the day Chelsea would come to be like him one day.
School of iNPC: Castelobruxo
Year: second
Link to iNPC encyclopedia page: [here](viewtopic.php?t=48237#p1756264)
Nationality: Swiss
Residence: Choroní, Venezuela
Sport (if you applied for it): Duellist
Special talent/race (if was approved): Parselmouth