Róis O'Rourke
- Status:
- Half-blood
- Birthday:
- 20 Apr 2014
- Nationality:
- Irish
- Residence:
- Dromahair, Ireland
- Function:
- Second year, Hufflepuff
- Wand:
- 26,1 cm cherry wood and unicorn hair
APPEARANCE.
Róis’ wears her thorns on the outside, as striking as the flower she’s named for. In what her parents consider a phase, the most worn pieces from her closet are those of an aspiring goth. Her hair is chin-length, pin straight, and to her chagrin, limp; a result of much dyeing from brown to auburn. Róis is well-practiced in makeup and wears it boldly. Black powders and inks bring out the chestnut in her eyes, and her nails, while kept trim, often don chipped polish. Róis is a fan of silver and a collection of both real and costume jewelry alike adorn the hands. She is of average height, but lanky with the desire to build more muscle. Her skin is freckled and prone to burning.
MENTALITY.
Her dark and brooding exterior is not to be fooled by. Strangers may be shocked to discover Róis’ empathy. One summer volunteering at a local library led to an embrace of veganism as to, in her own words, “help end the suffering of animals everywhere.” As is the case with anyone changing their diet on a whim, Róis is impulsive, but not maliciously so. Gut-feelings and instinct have kept her both in and out of more trouble than she understands. She is good-humoured once opened up, opinionated, but worrisome when problems present themselves. Her self-sacrificing nature mixes as one would expect with her reality as an older sister. With parents just as inexperienced as she is concerning her sister’s ‘condition’, she is often thrown into roles and responsibilities far beyond her scope. She doesn’t complain. Her love and loyalty to her family’s needs outweighs the drive to live for herself. Róis is simply a girl trying her best; just and protective, lending her support while rarely asking for it in return.
BIOGRAPHY.
Róis is a young witch from Ireland. She was born after sunrise at Letterkenny University Hospital to a witch named Eithne, and [name TBD], a squib. Her earliest memories are those of her home in Dromahair—a quaint, historical settlement near The River Bonet. Just outside of the village sits a modest cottage surrounded by fence, shrubbery, and pine. On the outside it looks like any other modern Irish home. The walls are pebbled and white, the roof is slated, and the garden thrives with vegetables the dogs sometimes get into. Wind chimes sing even when the air is still, joined by the squeaking of a crooked TV aerial that clings to the chimney. Internally, magical oddities lie clear to anyone who knows what to look for: a vase of flowers that never seems to wilt, self-straightening rugs, or a tea kettle that rings a different tune depending on who enters the kitchen. Atop the fireplace sits the typical altar of crosses and rosaries, but the hearth itself sometimes flickers green with whispering flame. As a half-blood, Róis’ childhood was shaped by these contrasts; the magical and the mundane, the seen and unseen.
Her father, loved as he is, is a mundane man. The gift of magic was not one bestowed upon him, but in his eyes, having two witch daughters is miracle enough. Hard labor in logging paved way for an administrative promotion in the same field, particularly after an accident that granted him a fractured hip. While avoiding the office question of how he’d recovered so quickly, he was back to work in a dreary, but air-conditioned cubicle to support his family. It’s a far cry from the renown of employment within the Ministry of Magic like his father before him, but it pays well. He’s gained an appreciation for various machinery, from tractors, to cranes, to forwarders—even when not working, he can often be found tinkering on the family Volkswagen.
Róis’ mother, Eithne, is the magic of the family. She became a witch midwife within two years of her second daughter’s birth. The work was stable and rewarding; she made a name for herself among both magical and muggle families alike. When the girls could not reasonably continue to attend muggle school as result of their sporadic magic and bloodthrall condition, Eithne put her career on the sideline to homeschool them. Now, whenever her schedule allows, Eithne takes on a side business installing house-hold charms such as anti-mold spells, garden wards, and other elemental protections. It was her idea to bring three Schnauzers into the home, but even her beloved pets can’t conceal her growing stress. Lately, Róis’ relationship with both parents has been strained; she remembers the night her sister changed forever and the harsh ways in which they blamed themselves.
While different in age, Róis and her younger sister [name TBD] are often mistaken for fraternal twins. It doesn’t help that they’re inseparable; wherever one goes, the other follows. They sleep in separate bedrooms but share a bath that connects both quarters, products, some clothes—a blessing in learning conflict resolution, but not so much in keeping track of things. The cottage sits on enough land for them to entertain themselves when out of school. Róis still meets with peers from muggle school, but considers her sister her greatest friend.
FIRST MAGIC.
Her parents can recall Róis’ first magic as silly rather than flashy or destructive. As a sensitive child, it was not uncommon for her tears to fall upward rather than down—or for her to rebel against a dress code by having her outfit change colors, but only when caught in the flash of a camera. It was of no shock to anyone when she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter in the summer of 2025.
Róis’ wears her thorns on the outside, as striking as the flower she’s named for. In what her parents consider a phase, the most worn pieces from her closet are those of an aspiring goth. Her hair is chin-length, pin straight, and to her chagrin, limp; a result of much dyeing from brown to auburn. Róis is well-practiced in makeup and wears it boldly. Black powders and inks bring out the chestnut in her eyes, and her nails, while kept trim, often don chipped polish. Róis is a fan of silver and a collection of both real and costume jewelry alike adorn the hands. She is of average height, but lanky with the desire to build more muscle. Her skin is freckled and prone to burning.
MENTALITY.
Her dark and brooding exterior is not to be fooled by. Strangers may be shocked to discover Róis’ empathy. One summer volunteering at a local library led to an embrace of veganism as to, in her own words, “help end the suffering of animals everywhere.” As is the case with anyone changing their diet on a whim, Róis is impulsive, but not maliciously so. Gut-feelings and instinct have kept her both in and out of more trouble than she understands. She is good-humoured once opened up, opinionated, but worrisome when problems present themselves. Her self-sacrificing nature mixes as one would expect with her reality as an older sister. With parents just as inexperienced as she is concerning her sister’s ‘condition’, she is often thrown into roles and responsibilities far beyond her scope. She doesn’t complain. Her love and loyalty to her family’s needs outweighs the drive to live for herself. Róis is simply a girl trying her best; just and protective, lending her support while rarely asking for it in return.
BIOGRAPHY.
Róis is a young witch from Ireland. She was born after sunrise at Letterkenny University Hospital to a witch named Eithne, and [name TBD], a squib. Her earliest memories are those of her home in Dromahair—a quaint, historical settlement near The River Bonet. Just outside of the village sits a modest cottage surrounded by fence, shrubbery, and pine. On the outside it looks like any other modern Irish home. The walls are pebbled and white, the roof is slated, and the garden thrives with vegetables the dogs sometimes get into. Wind chimes sing even when the air is still, joined by the squeaking of a crooked TV aerial that clings to the chimney. Internally, magical oddities lie clear to anyone who knows what to look for: a vase of flowers that never seems to wilt, self-straightening rugs, or a tea kettle that rings a different tune depending on who enters the kitchen. Atop the fireplace sits the typical altar of crosses and rosaries, but the hearth itself sometimes flickers green with whispering flame. As a half-blood, Róis’ childhood was shaped by these contrasts; the magical and the mundane, the seen and unseen.
Her father, loved as he is, is a mundane man. The gift of magic was not one bestowed upon him, but in his eyes, having two witch daughters is miracle enough. Hard labor in logging paved way for an administrative promotion in the same field, particularly after an accident that granted him a fractured hip. While avoiding the office question of how he’d recovered so quickly, he was back to work in a dreary, but air-conditioned cubicle to support his family. It’s a far cry from the renown of employment within the Ministry of Magic like his father before him, but it pays well. He’s gained an appreciation for various machinery, from tractors, to cranes, to forwarders—even when not working, he can often be found tinkering on the family Volkswagen.
Róis’ mother, Eithne, is the magic of the family. She became a witch midwife within two years of her second daughter’s birth. The work was stable and rewarding; she made a name for herself among both magical and muggle families alike. When the girls could not reasonably continue to attend muggle school as result of their sporadic magic and bloodthrall condition, Eithne put her career on the sideline to homeschool them. Now, whenever her schedule allows, Eithne takes on a side business installing house-hold charms such as anti-mold spells, garden wards, and other elemental protections. It was her idea to bring three Schnauzers into the home, but even her beloved pets can’t conceal her growing stress. Lately, Róis’ relationship with both parents has been strained; she remembers the night her sister changed forever and the harsh ways in which they blamed themselves.
While different in age, Róis and her younger sister [name TBD] are often mistaken for fraternal twins. It doesn’t help that they’re inseparable; wherever one goes, the other follows. They sleep in separate bedrooms but share a bath that connects both quarters, products, some clothes—a blessing in learning conflict resolution, but not so much in keeping track of things. The cottage sits on enough land for them to entertain themselves when out of school. Róis still meets with peers from muggle school, but considers her sister her greatest friend.
FIRST MAGIC.
Her parents can recall Róis’ first magic as silly rather than flashy or destructive. As a sensitive child, it was not uncommon for her tears to fall upward rather than down—or for her to rebel against a dress code by having her outfit change colors, but only when caught in the flash of a camera. It was of no shock to anyone when she received her Hogwarts acceptance letter in the summer of 2025.