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Caoimhe Arkwright
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
18 Sep 2009
Nationality:
Irish
Residence:
Sligo, Ireland
Function:
First year, Gryffindor
Wand:
30,1 cm cypress wood and snallygaster heartstring
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”I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you – nobody – too?”

Physical Description:
  • Tall and slender for her age with a willowy build, Caiomhe stands at the upper end of five feet with graceful long limbs. Cascading down to her waist lies thick, curly red hair. Her hair is untamed and wild, often sporting it down or in pigtails. When down, she often frames her face with two strands of hair. Her complexion is milky, with dark freckles scattered across her face and her body, though they are more prominent in the summertime. Her cheekbones are high and prone to blushing, her cheeks often look red. She has a button-like nose with full lips that are rosy pink in colour.
  • Large, round eyes are the central feature of her face; wide and innocent in appearance and pale green in colour, with one eye a significantly darker shade than the other due to heterochromia. The rest of her features are soft and elfin and her smile is bright and infectious. Her sense of style is simple but effective. She can often be seen sporting modern attire, and she likes to experiment with colours.

Mental Description:
  • Caiomhe Arkwright was not born as one but as half a person. The eldest of the twins, Caiomhe has been effortlessly defined as the "girl-next-door" type by anyone who she meets; cheerful and happy-go-lucky in the extreme. She's an idealist with her head largely in the clouds, people often mistaking her as ditzy. Core parts of her persona were formed during her early childhood in Ireland, where she was raised to be academic, ambitious, and obedient. Though a younger Caiomhe sought praise from her relatives and thus excelled under their tutelage for a short time, her undeniable people-pleasing tendencies ostracized her from the ones she loved.
  • As she grew to realize that people perceived her in a way that she could not control, Caiomhe made it her mission to control everything in her life. Being cast aside by those closest to her has driven Caiomhe to become the image-obsessed perfectionist she is today. At her worst, Caiomhe could be considered submissive, easily manipulated, and fearful of change; this side often shows in her most vulnerable moments.
  • But despite public opinion, Caiomhe sure never to change who she is at heart. She has retained her angelic personality, and in doing so preserves the fundamental differences between her and her twin. She is polite and courteous where her sister has little manners to speak of, and where her sister is like sandpaper, Caiomhe is like a soothing balm. While her sister's personality defines her, Caiomhe's sweetly disposition simply makes her.

Biography:
  • From a young age, it became apparent in Caiomhe's life that things were not going to come easily. Born first, the eldest of twins, Caiomhe Mae Arkwright appeared to be a blessing in what seemed like an otherwise bleak existence. Alana and James married young, their decisions rash, and found themselves years later to be incompatible. After her father's affairs came to light, the couple divorced -- and James got everything in the settlement, except for custody of the girls. Alana worked tirelessly to provide for herself and her daughters as a Mediwitch. They moved out of Sligo and into a small bungalow in Kent, where Caiomhe grew up with second-hand books, her painting, several cacti and succulents, and their golden retriever Hercules. She was the outsider amongst her siblings because while they were loud and boisterous, Caiomhe had an elegance to her. It was when she turned eleven that she received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

First Instance of Magic:
  • Caiomhe was five years old when she started to demonstrate signs of magic. As her parent's relationship grew more strained –– cruel words said by both sides –– so did Caiomhe's reception to this verbal sparring. In previous years, she had been able to block out the sounds of yelling from downstairs; she was a child, she knew no better. She'd begun to develop a conscience now, a sense of what was right and what was wrong. Caiomhe knew her parent's relationship was not a true display of love.
  • And whether it was willful ignorance at believing she could fix the situation or blind bravery, Caiomhe stomped downstairs to attempt to soothe the arguments. A couple of minutes, and a tantrum later, and Caiomhe's father stood there donning pink robes with bows in his hair. Caiomhe can't remember how it happened, all she knew was that she was angry; she was angry that her childhood was being stolen from her, even if she didn't know that yet.