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քʊʀɛɮʟօօɖ
ֆʟʏȶɦɛʀɨռ
Born the 15th of March, 2013.
Current Age? 11.
Year of Hogwarts: 1st.
Wand: 31.8 cm aspen wood, snallygaster heartstring, flexible and stubborn. The perfect dueling wand for a lively, self-controlled, adaptive revolutionary. Oh, but does that truly fit?
Patronus: A true mystery, isn't it?
Species/Special Talent: Human
Boggart: …The rest of their loved ones, friends and family, dead in a sea of flames. If Aisling ever manages to successfully cast Riddikulus against an actual boggart, I will be shocked.
Aisling: A History
(This will change to be quite a bit more expansive in the future, as I do have a lot of ideas for this, but for now as a placeholder I’ll put my profile’s version of the backstory.)
Mental
Despite what their cold exterior may lead you to believe, Aisling cares. Deeply.
He cares for her family, who care for him in turn. She cares for their friends, both those who stayed by his side and those who abandoned them. He cares for the strangers she meets, both kind and cruel, because no matter what it is they do, he knows they have a reason with feelings to match. Even if Aisling was to find themself having an enemy, she would still care. After all, even the most vile of people are still people, right?
Aisling has always felt strong emotions, even if in recent years they’ve been frequently… Muffled. He’s always had a strong sense of empathy, as well; happiness brings joy, just as sadness brings sorrow. And yet, even with how she feels for and with others so strongly, he’s still not afraid to harm (although it is also certainly not enjoyable for her). Because yes, they care. He’ll care more than you would ever realize- but she always does. No matter who you are, Aisling can’t help but care- so in what way would that make you special? If you (somehow) manage to get on Aisling’s bad side, you should hope that they see a use in protecting you. Because if not? …He knows how you feel. She knows how to use it. And they will remember a grudge.
Using her fireproof journal, that is. Aisling isn’t exactly known for his memory, after all. In all honesty, they’re pretty forgetful. It certainly doesn’t help that even just paying attention in the first place is so difficult… And the presence of nightmares disrupting their sleep? Well, that just makes it worse.
More often than not, Aisling can be found either daydreaming (thankfully more common) or dissociating (especially in the mornings), the latter caused by times of stress- oddly enough, quite a bit more common during a typical test than during any sort of improv, even though you would think that something you can prepare for would be less stressful, wouldn’t you? However, in the rare occasion where Aisling is actually not stuck in their own head, one will find that he will actually be focused. That person who finds a focused Aisling will also tend to find that whatever he’s doing at the moment takes quite a bit of brainpower, and/or is just so fascinating to them that not even their usual thoughts and distractors can get her sidetracked. Of course, this might be considered a form of disconnect from the world in and of itself, what with how one-track that focus is… But what, exactly, can cause him to focus in this way?
Why, hobbies, of course! If you were to ask, Aisling would probably say that drawing was her first hobby; even when they were little, she always loved to draw the different colors he saw as their mother played her harp, especially when trying to pay attention to things. Aptly, she always loved the harp, both listening to it (the music made him see the pretty colors and seemed to help with focusing on the homework their tutors would assign as well; isn’t it only natural that it would then be associated with positive feelings?) and, in later years, playing it (after the fire, their mother started giving him lessons in an attempt to cheer her up… It may have worked, but if it did, only to an extent). In addition to color and music, though, another artistic interest that Aisling has is woodcarving, taught to him by her Muggle uncle. When Aisling is in a creative mood, it really can’t be predicted as to whether he’ll work on a drawing or make a wooden creation (typically based on a sketch made months prior), but whichever it is, it’s rare for it to actually be finished; Aisling just loses interest too quickly for that. Another thing that they like but lose interest in quickly? Reading old myths and stories. After all, if he’s going to be taught old languages such as Latin, she may as well make use of them in an enjoyable way, right? Therefore, she reads those tales in the old languages they’re learning… Only to lose interest halfway into the longer stories, leading them to eventually look specifically for shorter myths to read. An intellectual interest that he doesn’t lose interest in quickly, though? Ciphers. Each and every time she figures out a new cipher, it brings about a spark of joy. And really, with each cipher being different but still using the same skills, it never really gets too hard to figure out. So, yeah- that’s fun. Runes are much the same thing, as far as Aisling is concerned: figure out what something means (or does), with it changing with each combination of runes.
But what does he dislike? Well, sarcasm, for one. With commonly-sarcastic people it takes work to process what’s serious and what’s not, and with rarely-sarcastic people it just goes over her head, unfortunately leading to misunderstandings; altogether, just something they don’t want or need to have in his life. Lying, as well. As far as Aisling is concerned, believing a lie is the first step towards limiting yourself, and by extent limiting the survivability of yourself and others. They hate lying, as there’s always the chance of falling for it- the only exception, of course, being when people are actively acting, and are clearly not supposed to be believed as being honest about everything, if anything at all. Due to her hatred of lies, Aisling chooses to be a good example and absolutely refuses to tell a lie of any sort, even if it would benefit him; hiding aspects of the truth, however, is an entirely different story. As far as Aisling is concerned, if you choose not to critically think about what you have and haven’t been told, that’s your own fault- and so long as you haven’t been told something outright false like it’s fact, it’s not likely to harm you. And while they’re still capable of harm, she most certainly doesn’t want to cause it.
Lastly, Aisling is creative- probably due to being stuck in their own head all the time and having his attention & thoughts always jumping in random directions rather than where they should be, letting her come up with conclusions that maybe somebody actually focused wouldn’t think of. He also tends to be rather accepting of new ideas (and even old ideas that they don’t agree with), but will very rarely agree with an opinion that contradicts her current opinion on the matter- ie, you can try to claim that working alongside a mudblood will damage his magic, but unless you have a lot of evidence supporting that claim, Aisling won’t see refusal to work with muggleborns as anything more than a limitation. They won’t hate you for being horribly prejudiced as others might, though (although when it comes to what she views as limits, he may try to change your mind… Aisling does want what’s best for you, after all!)
Priorities:
քʊʀɛɮʟօօɖ
ֆʟʏȶɦɛʀɨռ
Born the 15th of March, 2013.
Current Age? 11.
Year of Hogwarts: 1st.
Wand: 31.8 cm aspen wood, snallygaster heartstring, flexible and stubborn. The perfect dueling wand for a lively, self-controlled, adaptive revolutionary. Oh, but does that truly fit?
Patronus: A true mystery, isn't it?
Species/Special Talent: Human
Boggart: …The rest of their loved ones, friends and family, dead in a sea of flames. If Aisling ever manages to successfully cast Riddikulus against an actual boggart, I will be shocked.
Aisling: A History
(This will change to be quite a bit more expansive in the future, as I do have a lot of ideas for this, but for now as a placeholder I’ll put my profile’s version of the backstory.)
Reducio
Aisling… Never really had many friends. After her father died in a professional Quidditch match when they were only five (and while she was in attendance, yikes), his mother had the two of them move to a predominantly Muggle town to be closer to her squib sister: Aisling’s aunt, Róisín. Suddenly, the only magical thing around them apart from themselves (and even Aisling himself was just an assumption) were the thestrals of the small herd hidden in a nearby forest. Suddenly, he was thought of as too ‘muggle’ for the other purebloods. Suddenly, she was friendless.
Of course, Aisling tried to make friends, but he didn’t exactly know… Well, anything about what the Muggles there liked! And so, their only real option was her cousin, Niamh. And actually? They got along great! And eventually, when Niamh woke up one day with white hair, it even turned out that she had magic! Now, instead of her being the only one showing Aisling her world, they could show her his world as well! Even without other friends in the community, Aisling was happy. As long as their cousin was by her side, everything was perfect.
…Until the fire, that is.
Yes, they both survived. And yes, it had the effect of having Niamh live with them. But did that mean much when Aunt Róisín and Uncle Conor had both died? Did it mean anything at all when the both of them were so, so close to dying themselves? Realizing just how close they were to death… It changed Aisling. He wasn’t scared of death, of course- having a Class XXXX beast only rated that high because of their association with death nuzzle your cheek is great at making you realize just how little you have to actually fear from that inevitable fate, after all- but near-death scenarios when you’re supposed to be safe are still life-changing. Especially when you could’ve been able to save somebody.
Of course, Aisling tried to make friends, but he didn’t exactly know… Well, anything about what the Muggles there liked! And so, their only real option was her cousin, Niamh. And actually? They got along great! And eventually, when Niamh woke up one day with white hair, it even turned out that she had magic! Now, instead of her being the only one showing Aisling her world, they could show her his world as well! Even without other friends in the community, Aisling was happy. As long as their cousin was by her side, everything was perfect.
…Until the fire, that is.
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The Fire, AKA Aisling’s First Instance of Magic
It had been a perfectly ordinary night. His mother had been out in the forest studying the thestrals, and Aisling herself had been staying with Niamh. There was nothing out of the ordinary… So why did it go so wrong?
It started simple. The cousins were hungry, so they’d decided to have a midnight snack. But, unfortunately, they made the grave mistake of having Aisling make the food… Because having a seven-year-old Pureblood cook the Muggle way is just an amazing idea, right? Yeah… It should be obvious that they left the stove unattended, and before long? Well, the house was set ablaze, of course.
The first emotion that struck their minds? Panic. What else were they to feel when it was too hot to think, too hard to breathe in the smoke? What else were they supposed to feel, when they had no idea what to do? All they could do was try to huddle together in the corner, as far from the flames as they could, and try to survive. Aisling had accepted her own death as inevitable, at this moment. The moment he truly realized that death would come for everyone, even themself- but he wouldn’t accept it for their dear cousin. All they could do in that horrible, horrible moment was beg and plead for his mother to come and save her...
Neither of them noticed the way the flames refused to come near them, like a bubble of protection surrounding. Neither of them noticed Aisling’s first true use of accidental magic. Neither of them realized that the others in the house could have possibly been saved…
Not until it was too late, at least.
But hey. The children survived; and that’s what matters, isn’t it?
It had been a perfectly ordinary night. His mother had been out in the forest studying the thestrals, and Aisling herself had been staying with Niamh. There was nothing out of the ordinary… So why did it go so wrong?
It started simple. The cousins were hungry, so they’d decided to have a midnight snack. But, unfortunately, they made the grave mistake of having Aisling make the food… Because having a seven-year-old Pureblood cook the Muggle way is just an amazing idea, right? Yeah… It should be obvious that they left the stove unattended, and before long? Well, the house was set ablaze, of course.
The first emotion that struck their minds? Panic. What else were they to feel when it was too hot to think, too hard to breathe in the smoke? What else were they supposed to feel, when they had no idea what to do? All they could do was try to huddle together in the corner, as far from the flames as they could, and try to survive. Aisling had accepted her own death as inevitable, at this moment. The moment he truly realized that death would come for everyone, even themself- but he wouldn’t accept it for their dear cousin. All they could do in that horrible, horrible moment was beg and plead for his mother to come and save her...
Neither of them noticed the way the flames refused to come near them, like a bubble of protection surrounding. Neither of them noticed Aisling’s first true use of accidental magic. Neither of them realized that the others in the house could have possibly been saved…
Not until it was too late, at least.
But hey. The children survived; and that’s what matters, isn’t it?
Yes, they both survived. And yes, it had the effect of having Niamh live with them. But did that mean much when Aunt Róisín and Uncle Conor had both died? Did it mean anything at all when the both of them were so, so close to dying themselves? Realizing just how close they were to death… It changed Aisling. He wasn’t scared of death, of course- having a Class XXXX beast only rated that high because of their association with death nuzzle your cheek is great at making you realize just how little you have to actually fear from that inevitable fate, after all- but near-death scenarios when you’re supposed to be safe are still life-changing. Especially when you could’ve been able to save somebody.
Mental
❝My mind is my safe place. But what if one day, I never leave?❞
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Quick summary for anyone who can’t be bothered to read it all:
Aisling has a strong sense of empathy and strong emotions to match, and therefore cares deeply for even absolute strangers. However, due to the fact that she cares for everyone, Aisling is well aware that he’ll have to hurt people they care for in life and is therefore unafraid to do what she has to do, although he tries to avoid hurting people.
While Aisling does have strong emotions, sometimes leading to dissociation when said emotions happen to be stressful, their default state is boredom. She finds it extremely difficult to focus on things that aren’t interesting enough, although music and doodlng helps make it easier. When trying to focus on something, Aisling frequently finds himself severely understimulated and easily distracted by random things and their own thoughts.
Aisling enjoys drawing, woodworking, playing & listening to the harp, reading old tales, using runes, and figuring out ciphers- both deciphering and creating them. She tends to have all their attention taken by the ciphers and gets a dopamine rush with each new cipher, so things related to those tend to be completed- same with runes. Drawings and his wooden creations, however, rarely end up finished, especially not quickly.
Aisling despises both sarcasm and lies because of risks of misunderstandings and false beliefs, both of which they believe to be damaging to people’s chances of survival. Leaving information purposefully out is fine in her mind, however, as is acting (so long as it is known to be acting, of course).
Aisling has a strong sense of empathy and strong emotions to match, and therefore cares deeply for even absolute strangers. However, due to the fact that she cares for everyone, Aisling is well aware that he’ll have to hurt people they care for in life and is therefore unafraid to do what she has to do, although he tries to avoid hurting people.
While Aisling does have strong emotions, sometimes leading to dissociation when said emotions happen to be stressful, their default state is boredom. She finds it extremely difficult to focus on things that aren’t interesting enough, although music and doodlng helps make it easier. When trying to focus on something, Aisling frequently finds himself severely understimulated and easily distracted by random things and their own thoughts.
Aisling enjoys drawing, woodworking, playing & listening to the harp, reading old tales, using runes, and figuring out ciphers- both deciphering and creating them. She tends to have all their attention taken by the ciphers and gets a dopamine rush with each new cipher, so things related to those tend to be completed- same with runes. Drawings and his wooden creations, however, rarely end up finished, especially not quickly.
Aisling despises both sarcasm and lies because of risks of misunderstandings and false beliefs, both of which they believe to be damaging to people’s chances of survival. Leaving information purposefully out is fine in her mind, however, as is acting (so long as it is known to be acting, of course).
Despite what their cold exterior may lead you to believe, Aisling cares. Deeply.
He cares for her family, who care for him in turn. She cares for their friends, both those who stayed by his side and those who abandoned them. He cares for the strangers she meets, both kind and cruel, because no matter what it is they do, he knows they have a reason with feelings to match. Even if Aisling was to find themself having an enemy, she would still care. After all, even the most vile of people are still people, right?
Aisling has always felt strong emotions, even if in recent years they’ve been frequently… Muffled. He’s always had a strong sense of empathy, as well; happiness brings joy, just as sadness brings sorrow. And yet, even with how she feels for and with others so strongly, he’s still not afraid to harm (although it is also certainly not enjoyable for her). Because yes, they care. He’ll care more than you would ever realize- but she always does. No matter who you are, Aisling can’t help but care- so in what way would that make you special? If you (somehow) manage to get on Aisling’s bad side, you should hope that they see a use in protecting you. Because if not? …He knows how you feel. She knows how to use it. And they will remember a grudge.
Using her fireproof journal, that is. Aisling isn’t exactly known for his memory, after all. In all honesty, they’re pretty forgetful. It certainly doesn’t help that even just paying attention in the first place is so difficult… And the presence of nightmares disrupting their sleep? Well, that just makes it worse.
More often than not, Aisling can be found either daydreaming (thankfully more common) or dissociating (especially in the mornings), the latter caused by times of stress- oddly enough, quite a bit more common during a typical test than during any sort of improv, even though you would think that something you can prepare for would be less stressful, wouldn’t you? However, in the rare occasion where Aisling is actually not stuck in their own head, one will find that he will actually be focused. That person who finds a focused Aisling will also tend to find that whatever he’s doing at the moment takes quite a bit of brainpower, and/or is just so fascinating to them that not even their usual thoughts and distractors can get her sidetracked. Of course, this might be considered a form of disconnect from the world in and of itself, what with how one-track that focus is… But what, exactly, can cause him to focus in this way?
Why, hobbies, of course! If you were to ask, Aisling would probably say that drawing was her first hobby; even when they were little, she always loved to draw the different colors he saw as their mother played her harp, especially when trying to pay attention to things. Aptly, she always loved the harp, both listening to it (the music made him see the pretty colors and seemed to help with focusing on the homework their tutors would assign as well; isn’t it only natural that it would then be associated with positive feelings?) and, in later years, playing it (after the fire, their mother started giving him lessons in an attempt to cheer her up… It may have worked, but if it did, only to an extent). In addition to color and music, though, another artistic interest that Aisling has is woodcarving, taught to him by her Muggle uncle. When Aisling is in a creative mood, it really can’t be predicted as to whether he’ll work on a drawing or make a wooden creation (typically based on a sketch made months prior), but whichever it is, it’s rare for it to actually be finished; Aisling just loses interest too quickly for that. Another thing that they like but lose interest in quickly? Reading old myths and stories. After all, if he’s going to be taught old languages such as Latin, she may as well make use of them in an enjoyable way, right? Therefore, she reads those tales in the old languages they’re learning… Only to lose interest halfway into the longer stories, leading them to eventually look specifically for shorter myths to read. An intellectual interest that he doesn’t lose interest in quickly, though? Ciphers. Each and every time she figures out a new cipher, it brings about a spark of joy. And really, with each cipher being different but still using the same skills, it never really gets too hard to figure out. So, yeah- that’s fun. Runes are much the same thing, as far as Aisling is concerned: figure out what something means (or does), with it changing with each combination of runes.
But what does he dislike? Well, sarcasm, for one. With commonly-sarcastic people it takes work to process what’s serious and what’s not, and with rarely-sarcastic people it just goes over her head, unfortunately leading to misunderstandings; altogether, just something they don’t want or need to have in his life. Lying, as well. As far as Aisling is concerned, believing a lie is the first step towards limiting yourself, and by extent limiting the survivability of yourself and others. They hate lying, as there’s always the chance of falling for it- the only exception, of course, being when people are actively acting, and are clearly not supposed to be believed as being honest about everything, if anything at all. Due to her hatred of lies, Aisling chooses to be a good example and absolutely refuses to tell a lie of any sort, even if it would benefit him; hiding aspects of the truth, however, is an entirely different story. As far as Aisling is concerned, if you choose not to critically think about what you have and haven’t been told, that’s your own fault- and so long as you haven’t been told something outright false like it’s fact, it’s not likely to harm you. And while they’re still capable of harm, she most certainly doesn’t want to cause it.
Lastly, Aisling is creative- probably due to being stuck in their own head all the time and having his attention & thoughts always jumping in random directions rather than where they should be, letting her come up with conclusions that maybe somebody actually focused wouldn’t think of. He also tends to be rather accepting of new ideas (and even old ideas that they don’t agree with), but will very rarely agree with an opinion that contradicts her current opinion on the matter- ie, you can try to claim that working alongside a mudblood will damage his magic, but unless you have a lot of evidence supporting that claim, Aisling won’t see refusal to work with muggleborns as anything more than a limitation. They won’t hate you for being horribly prejudiced as others might, though (although when it comes to what she views as limits, he may try to change your mind… Aisling does want what’s best for you, after all!)
Priorities:
- Survival. Aisling isn’t afraid of death, not by any means, but as far as they’re concerned death will come when it comes. Immortality is impossible and wrong in his mind, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t try to live if at all possible. After all, you can better help others if you’re better off yourself- and you can’t thrive if you’re a corpse, now can you?
- Protection. The protection of others, to be specific. Aisling cares deeply for others, so it’s only natural that she’d want to protect them. Plus, helping someone else survive makes them more likely to help you, as well. And while Aisling doesn’t exactly trust all that easily, he still appreciates the value in having a group of people all working together, keeping each other comfortable and safe. Speaking of comfort, though…
- Comfort. For everyone, honestly. Once you’re surviving, the next step is to thrive. And if the pains of that survival, the pains of life, make it hard to do that, what better than comfort to help? Aisling truly believes that if people were to let go of their hatred and just care for people, it would change the entire world for the better.
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❝I've never truly understood why people limit themselves the way they do. Why only choose one when you could have it all?❞