Caroline Charmant
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Nationality:
- Welsh
- Residence:
- Burraga, Wales
- Function:
- First year, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 33,1 cm mayhaw wood and horned serpent horn
Burraga, a disgusting swampland filled with nothing but open marsh. Though the Charmant's resided there, as a way to hide from the thing they hated most. What was this? No one could say for sure. Maybe they were paranoid, therefore staying hidden in an abandoned swamp was the best option.
Caroline had learned to grow up relying only on her instincts, as her relatives surely paid little to no attention the burden that was young miss Charmant. She found out at a young age that no one would be there for her in the long run, therefore she had to become skilled in taking care of herself.
Though despite all of this, she was still fearful. Scared that death was only a few steps away, and that people were never who they said they were. Looks were deceiving, a lesson she'd learned the hard way. She plans on preparing herself for such monster, and instead overcome the fate that is Death.
Her mother, at least a terrible excuse for one, was hardly available growing up. Caroline had been left to fend for herself, and only herself. She'd learned to become quiet, reserved, and most importantly; intuitive. You wouldn't last a day in the Burraga without quick reflexes. No, you might as well consider yourself dead if that were the case.
The monsters that lurked around seemed to frighten her as a child, though as she aged she learned how to overcome them. Hunting was easy for her by the age of eight, promoting her as the key source of food for the family going forward. It was hard for her, though she learned to oblige.
Despite her previous timid and shy behavior, Caroline is now confident and sure of her abilities. She knows her strengths, as well as her weaknesses. Detecting lies and reading people was easy for her, despite how hard the person tried to hide it.
The magic that seemed to fall like a mist was prominent in the wasteland they called home, making it so Caroline was very familiar with such things. She began to practice magic early on her life, the first memorable instance at age 6.
It seemed natural, though also unfamiliar at the same time. She was able to set fire to her birthday present on fire effortlessly, perhaps due to the anger and emotion she felt towards affection.
She has trouble connecting with other people on an emotional level, therefore she chooses to push them away instead. No one could understand her horrors, so what was the point in trying to enlighten them? Simply put, there was none.
Caroline had learned to grow up relying only on her instincts, as her relatives surely paid little to no attention the burden that was young miss Charmant. She found out at a young age that no one would be there for her in the long run, therefore she had to become skilled in taking care of herself.
Though despite all of this, she was still fearful. Scared that death was only a few steps away, and that people were never who they said they were. Looks were deceiving, a lesson she'd learned the hard way. She plans on preparing herself for such monster, and instead overcome the fate that is Death.
Her mother, at least a terrible excuse for one, was hardly available growing up. Caroline had been left to fend for herself, and only herself. She'd learned to become quiet, reserved, and most importantly; intuitive. You wouldn't last a day in the Burraga without quick reflexes. No, you might as well consider yourself dead if that were the case.
The monsters that lurked around seemed to frighten her as a child, though as she aged she learned how to overcome them. Hunting was easy for her by the age of eight, promoting her as the key source of food for the family going forward. It was hard for her, though she learned to oblige.
Despite her previous timid and shy behavior, Caroline is now confident and sure of her abilities. She knows her strengths, as well as her weaknesses. Detecting lies and reading people was easy for her, despite how hard the person tried to hide it.
The magic that seemed to fall like a mist was prominent in the wasteland they called home, making it so Caroline was very familiar with such things. She began to practice magic early on her life, the first memorable instance at age 6.
It seemed natural, though also unfamiliar at the same time. She was able to set fire to her birthday present on fire effortlessly, perhaps due to the anger and emotion she felt towards affection.
She has trouble connecting with other people on an emotional level, therefore she chooses to push them away instead. No one could understand her horrors, so what was the point in trying to enlighten them? Simply put, there was none.