⛥Martyr Daeva-Lazarus ┄ First-Year ┄ Gryffindor⛥
GRYFFINDOR PREFECT × HELLION DHAMPIR × DAMNED DAREDEVILDEAD I AM THE ONE, EXTERMINATING SON
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In a crucifixation ecstasy, lying cross-chequed in agony...
Stamina: 10 × Evasion: 15 × Strength: 0 × Wisdom: 5 × Arcane Power: 0 × Accuracy: 11
Adult Account: Xailah Alptraum-Leveret
⛥Martyr Daeva-Lazarus ┄ First-Year ┄ Gryffindor⛥
Full Name: Magdalene Martyr Daeva-Lazarus. This character's full first name is Magdalene, but she insists on being called Martyr, this is how she introduces herself, and is known by others.
House: Gryffindor.
Age: 12.
School Year: First. I'm not a baby.
Species: 1/4 Dhampir.
History/Background Story:
Explanation For Pureblood/Muggle Mingling:
Appearance:
-Pale, bleach-blonde hair of fluffy and straw-like texture from heavy bleaching. Natural hair color is black.
-Scrawny and very lanky in build. Slightly under the average weight and height for a girl her age.
-Skin is pallid, almost sickly looking, with a faint brushing of freckles and dusty rose blush on shoulders and around face.
-Eyes are a greyish-blue, with some spattering of yellow.
-Ears have a super small "elf-like" peak as a result of Stahl's ear, like a few others in her family. As this had no major effect on Martyr's development, "fixing" this peculiarity was pointless. No pun intended.
Personality: Marty is decidedly rough around the edges and treats the world with little regard. A daredevil at heart, she always opts for whatever experience sounds the most fun in the moment, leaving little room or care to consider consequences. She's crude, untethered, but what she lacks in decorum she makes up for with pure spitfire.
Biography:
Marty did not paint the image of a perfect pureblood daughter. She wasn't graceful or gentle. She didn't revel in the finer side to life that luxury offered, and she certainly wasn't prim or proper- to say the utter least. Martyr slouched when she sat. At the dinner table she propped her elbows on the expensive mahogany, despite her mother's incessant chiding about table manners. Flowery language did not find it's way into her vocabulary, and as a result there would be many a time where adults around her tried to correct the vulgar obscenities that often left her mouth. Her interest in her social status was non-existent, much to the frustration of many fellow purebloods she would encounter.
Her hair, although naturally black like her father's, had been bleached into a pale yellow as an attempted act of defiance (or perhaps an attempt to fit in with her blonde sisters and mother- a truth Martyr would forever deny), and was always teased into messy, sharp shapes. Although she was provided with the best clothes money could buy, Marty favored a wardrobe filled with distressed fabrics and interesting textures. Bold and dark were her favored flavors. She liked heavy shoes- the taller the sole the better. If they fell with a resounding thump! when she jumped on the marble tiles of her home, then they were good. Her accessories were just as outlandish, and often comprised of studs and spikes; sharp and pointy- just the way she liked them.
No, Marty was not the ideal pureblood daughter; but she was Asmond and Morgana's daughter, and they loved her all the same. Obstinacy, spikes, profanities, and all. Although, they really wished she'd lose the sharp metal jewelry, it scuffed up all their nice furniture.
Magdalene Daeva-Lazarus was born a black sheep to a family of goats- similar by ways of shared blood, but there was no hiding her horns; or rather, lack thereof. What she lacked in bite, she had to make up for with bark; which wasn't the easiest to do when she was the middle of three children. She quickly learned how to claim her place at the family table through loud words and an equally loud appearance. Had she not, her sisters very well would have eaten her alive.
The early stages of Marty's childhood were fleeting, mishmashed blurs. She remembered being younger than she was now; she remembered the silly fights with her sisters, many of which carried into the present; she could even recall the spotty meetings with other families of pureblood ranks. The Alptraums were the ones she remembered best, as they were one of the few circles still willing to keep in touch with the Daeva-Lazarus household. As she got older, she started understanding more; such as why her siblings were so annoying, why her mother coddled her so much, and why other wizarding families held hers at a distance. Hierarchy was a massive b-i-t-c-h, that's what she'd come to understand; and the beginning of childhood was only one of the first of many hurdles involving the subject.
For a family of five Martyr's life was, if you asked her to describe it, uneventful. But then, a madman would call chaos peace, if that was all he knew. And as far as Hogwarts was concerned, she was quite certain her experience was going to suck. Big time. Who needed to go to magic school anyway? So far she had spent eleven years of her life being magical, and as far as she could tell, it wasn't anything special.
First Instance of Magic:
FIoM does tie in a bit with Alan's/Oonagh's which is why it is mentioned here in detail. TL;DR: Marty was the other child that got locked in the school shed with Oonagh, Marty was not the one who blew the shed doors off the hinges, however Marty's parents mistook the incident as her FIoM and pulled her from school as a result.
Although the Daeva-Lazarus household is primarily based in London; there was a time where they had brief stay in rural Scotland to visit extended family on Asmond's side. Despite being in possession of some of the best tutors their old money could unwittingly reel in, Morgana had persuaded her husband to allow her to temporarily enroll Martyr in a no-maj education; feeling that it was important for at least one of her children to experience what learning was like at a muggle public school, just like she had in her own youth.
Martyr would attend a small Scotland school for a very short amount of time, however, she would not share the same infatuation with the simple muggle school system as her mother did. She did not do well in the public setting, often getting into fights and intentionally provoking other students.
One day she would be singled out alongside another girl, Oonagh, at recess by several other children, and shoved into a garden shed on the school grounds. The children held the doors to the shed closed, taunting the two girls on the inside. Their attempts to free themselves would prove ineffective until Oonagh dealt a stellar blow to the door, completely shattering it. A friendship was discovered with the fight that followed their escape. I'll hold 'em, you punch- it was them against the world.
At least, for a little while.
Morgana and Asmond soon found out about the mishap with the shed, and mistaking the outburst as Martyr's own first instance of magic, pulled her out of school. She received education from private tutors up until her acceptance into Hogwarts. Martyr never saw or heard from Oonagh again.
Only, that elementary school fiasco was never actually her first magical instance. Just like her grandmother and her very own mother, Martyr's magic had taken it's own sweet time to show. Her true first instance of magic was far less spectacular, and had appeared around age nine after she got into a petty fight with her older sister, after her sister found out Martyr had gotten into her closet and cut up some of her clothes. As a result of sudden confrontation mid-crime, Marty got spooked and caused her sister's wardrobe to combust into flames.
House: Gryffindor.
Age: 12.
School Year: First. I'm not a baby.
Species: 1/4 Dhampir.
History/Background Story:
Explanation For Pureblood/Muggle Mingling:
Reducio
-Lilith (Maternal grandmother) was born to a prestigious pureblood family and was given up for adoption in infancy. Her predecessors all experienced their first instances of magic very early on in life, and when Lilith displayed no signs of magic she was ignorantly mistaken for a squib. Fearing a potential blight in the family and the end of a strong bloodline, they removed their child from the picture. After all, they could always have another.
-Lilith was later adopted by a muggleborn couple; having been told she was a squib they decided to try to raise her in a muggle-influenced home so she wouldn't be ostracized and had a chance to at least fit into muggle society. Unfortunately, Lilith was just a very late bloomer and was not, in fact, a squib. She would learn of the wizarding world and attend a school just like any other wix.
-In adulthood Lilith would have daughters from a pureblood whom she had a few flings with. She would never marry the man and would raise her daughters by herself and with the help of her adoptive parents.
-Her daughters would grow up with knowledge and appreciation of both the magical and wizarding world (although understanding of the latter was very loose), and once they became adults and had children of their own, they would try to teach and show what they learned in youth to their children.
-Lilith was later adopted by a muggleborn couple; having been told she was a squib they decided to try to raise her in a muggle-influenced home so she wouldn't be ostracized and had a chance to at least fit into muggle society. Unfortunately, Lilith was just a very late bloomer and was not, in fact, a squib. She would learn of the wizarding world and attend a school just like any other wix.
-In adulthood Lilith would have daughters from a pureblood whom she had a few flings with. She would never marry the man and would raise her daughters by herself and with the help of her adoptive parents.
-Her daughters would grow up with knowledge and appreciation of both the magical and wizarding world (although understanding of the latter was very loose), and once they became adults and had children of their own, they would try to teach and show what they learned in youth to their children.
Appearance:
-Pale, bleach-blonde hair of fluffy and straw-like texture from heavy bleaching. Natural hair color is black.
-Scrawny and very lanky in build. Slightly under the average weight and height for a girl her age.
-Skin is pallid, almost sickly looking, with a faint brushing of freckles and dusty rose blush on shoulders and around face.
-Eyes are a greyish-blue, with some spattering of yellow.
-Ears have a super small "elf-like" peak as a result of Stahl's ear, like a few others in her family. As this had no major effect on Martyr's development, "fixing" this peculiarity was pointless. No pun intended.
Personality: Marty is decidedly rough around the edges and treats the world with little regard. A daredevil at heart, she always opts for whatever experience sounds the most fun in the moment, leaving little room or care to consider consequences. She's crude, untethered, but what she lacks in decorum she makes up for with pure spitfire.
Biography:
Marty did not paint the image of a perfect pureblood daughter. She wasn't graceful or gentle. She didn't revel in the finer side to life that luxury offered, and she certainly wasn't prim or proper- to say the utter least. Martyr slouched when she sat. At the dinner table she propped her elbows on the expensive mahogany, despite her mother's incessant chiding about table manners. Flowery language did not find it's way into her vocabulary, and as a result there would be many a time where adults around her tried to correct the vulgar obscenities that often left her mouth. Her interest in her social status was non-existent, much to the frustration of many fellow purebloods she would encounter.
Her hair, although naturally black like her father's, had been bleached into a pale yellow as an attempted act of defiance (or perhaps an attempt to fit in with her blonde sisters and mother- a truth Martyr would forever deny), and was always teased into messy, sharp shapes. Although she was provided with the best clothes money could buy, Marty favored a wardrobe filled with distressed fabrics and interesting textures. Bold and dark were her favored flavors. She liked heavy shoes- the taller the sole the better. If they fell with a resounding thump! when she jumped on the marble tiles of her home, then they were good. Her accessories were just as outlandish, and often comprised of studs and spikes; sharp and pointy- just the way she liked them.
No, Marty was not the ideal pureblood daughter; but she was Asmond and Morgana's daughter, and they loved her all the same. Obstinacy, spikes, profanities, and all. Although, they really wished she'd lose the sharp metal jewelry, it scuffed up all their nice furniture.
Magdalene Daeva-Lazarus was born a black sheep to a family of goats- similar by ways of shared blood, but there was no hiding her horns; or rather, lack thereof. What she lacked in bite, she had to make up for with bark; which wasn't the easiest to do when she was the middle of three children. She quickly learned how to claim her place at the family table through loud words and an equally loud appearance. Had she not, her sisters very well would have eaten her alive.
The early stages of Marty's childhood were fleeting, mishmashed blurs. She remembered being younger than she was now; she remembered the silly fights with her sisters, many of which carried into the present; she could even recall the spotty meetings with other families of pureblood ranks. The Alptraums were the ones she remembered best, as they were one of the few circles still willing to keep in touch with the Daeva-Lazarus household. As she got older, she started understanding more; such as why her siblings were so annoying, why her mother coddled her so much, and why other wizarding families held hers at a distance. Hierarchy was a massive b-i-t-c-h, that's what she'd come to understand; and the beginning of childhood was only one of the first of many hurdles involving the subject.
For a family of five Martyr's life was, if you asked her to describe it, uneventful. But then, a madman would call chaos peace, if that was all he knew. And as far as Hogwarts was concerned, she was quite certain her experience was going to suck. Big time. Who needed to go to magic school anyway? So far she had spent eleven years of her life being magical, and as far as she could tell, it wasn't anything special.
First Instance of Magic:
FIoM does tie in a bit with Alan's/Oonagh's which is why it is mentioned here in detail. TL;DR: Marty was the other child that got locked in the school shed with Oonagh, Marty was not the one who blew the shed doors off the hinges, however Marty's parents mistook the incident as her FIoM and pulled her from school as a result.
Although the Daeva-Lazarus household is primarily based in London; there was a time where they had brief stay in rural Scotland to visit extended family on Asmond's side. Despite being in possession of some of the best tutors their old money could unwittingly reel in, Morgana had persuaded her husband to allow her to temporarily enroll Martyr in a no-maj education; feeling that it was important for at least one of her children to experience what learning was like at a muggle public school, just like she had in her own youth.
Martyr would attend a small Scotland school for a very short amount of time, however, she would not share the same infatuation with the simple muggle school system as her mother did. She did not do well in the public setting, often getting into fights and intentionally provoking other students.
One day she would be singled out alongside another girl, Oonagh, at recess by several other children, and shoved into a garden shed on the school grounds. The children held the doors to the shed closed, taunting the two girls on the inside. Their attempts to free themselves would prove ineffective until Oonagh dealt a stellar blow to the door, completely shattering it. A friendship was discovered with the fight that followed their escape. I'll hold 'em, you punch- it was them against the world.
At least, for a little while.
Morgana and Asmond soon found out about the mishap with the shed, and mistaking the outburst as Martyr's own first instance of magic, pulled her out of school. She received education from private tutors up until her acceptance into Hogwarts. Martyr never saw or heard from Oonagh again.
Only, that elementary school fiasco was never actually her first magical instance. Just like her grandmother and her very own mother, Martyr's magic had taken it's own sweet time to show. Her true first instance of magic was far less spectacular, and had appeared around age nine after she got into a petty fight with her older sister, after her sister found out Martyr had gotten into her closet and cut up some of her clothes. As a result of sudden confrontation mid-crime, Marty got spooked and caused her sister's wardrobe to combust into flames.
In a crucifixation ecstasy, lying cross-chequed in agony...
Stamina: 10 × Evasion: 15 × Strength: 0 × Wisdom: 5 × Arcane Power: 0 × Accuracy: 11
Adult Account: Xailah Alptraum-Leveret
⛥Martyr Daeva-Lazarus ┄ First-Year ┄ Gryffindor⛥
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