꒰ darby mcconnell ꕤ first year ꕤ slytherin ꒱

─────────────────────────────────────── THE BASICS ─────────────── she wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes O ┏ ┓ ┗ ┛ name. darby kaela mcconnell monikers. darbs, bee, dar age. eleven birthdate. 04.10.2014 species. human . gender. female sexuality. unlabeled citizenship. irish blood. half-blood talent. parselmouth ────────────────────── DARBY. "free from envy," old norse/irish KAELA. "clean, clear, pure" greek/hebrew MCCONNELL. "son of the mightiest one in the world," gaelic ────────────────────── PERSONALITY. Reducio Darby almost looks exactly like she acts. Bubbly, outgoing, talkative, and possessing way too much energy than she should. Everybody says Darby's like a ray of sunshine, nice, but, potentially blinding to the eyes once it gets too much. One thing about Darby is she loves to talk. Rain or shine, whether the situation be fun or coming face to face with death. She'll talk to anybody too. That's another thing about Darby. Darby McConnell might downright be one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. Not out of politeness, just because she genuinely wants to know everybody. Darby always appears happy-go-lucky, like she doesn't have a care in the world other than being cheery and making friends. Most of it is on purpose. She's not the kind to sulk or let things get her down, and she tries her best to see the best (or at least, the solution) in any problem. However, the Darby that everybody sees isn't nearly as complicated as the person she truly is. Behind that bubbly smile and cheerful exterior, Darby is determined and motivated. She's definitely not the kind to easily back off of what she wants, especially when it's related to her success. That determination also translates to the people she cares for, and when it comes to defending their, as well as her own, well-being, she'll stand up against whoever or whatever she has to. Additionally, when it comes to being wrong, Darby won't admit it unless her life depends on it. Stubborn as a rock, is what her mother used to always say. A lot of people think she's dumb, and she knows it. They usually think that because she's reckless less and doesn't really think ahead. That part's true for the most part. She's carelessly adventurous, and she'll dive headfirst into a stupid decision whenever the chance is given. Not to mention, half the time, she can't keep her mouth shut, and sarcastic, blunt remarks from Darby are exceedingly common. She doesn't care about what other people think about her (at least, not that much), and if something has the chance to upset them, Darby will say it anyway. Despite all this, people tend to brush over the fact that Darby is actually pretty smart. She's a good problem solver who'll think outside the box if she needs to. She's ambitious with huge goals, and her lively competitiveness means she'll fight to the end. However, that also comes with a huge, prideful ego, which Darby will do anything to defend, especially against those who try to bring her down. . APPEARANCE. Reducio Darby's features are soft and childish, her figure is round and almost stubby in a way. She looks a year or two younger than she actually is, and standing at 141 centimeters, it's safe to say she hasn't exactly hit her growth spurt yet. Long, untamed, dark chocolate brown waves reach down to her chest and frame a round face dotted with assorted freckles and sunspots. Her eyes are large and doe-like, and they're that color of hazel that flickers between brown and green depending on how the sun hits them. They sit under thick, bushy eyebrows, complemented by an upturned, soft, round button nose and rosy pink heart-shaped lips. Her skin is a tan, sandy beige with blush pink tinted cheeks and freckles that scatter across her chest, arms, and shoulders. ───────────────────────────────────────

O MAGIC ──────────── house. slytherin year. first year patronus. unknown erised. her surrounded by people, being praised and celebrated for great accomplishments in her future boggart. her mother and grandmother dying, blaming her as the cause amortentia. grassy fields, clean laundry, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies polyjuice. light sea green, foggy and glittery. tastes like vanilla icecream MENTAL ──────────── zodiac. aries mbti. entp enneagram. 3w6 alignment. chaotic good temperament. choleric deadly sin. envy heavenly virtue. diligence

PHYSICAL ──────────── faceclaim. rachel huh voiceclaim. aimee richardson dexterity. right hair. deep brown, long, wavy build. mesomorph, triangle scars. small scar across cheek height. 4 ft, 6 in eyes. hazel skin. sandy beige

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WAND OOOOOO────────────OOOOOO wood. hazel wood core. dragon heartstring length. 29,6 cm "unyielding, very balanced, that excels at healing spells as well as hexes"

01. basics

HISTORY
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THE HONGS
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The Hong family. Everybody knows them. Julius Hong was the auror that never failed to hunt down the dark wizard he was assigned. Sebastian Hong was the ministry official who was known for his infamous rise to power. Aurelia Hong was the healer with extraordinary talent who became one of St. Mungo's finest. Beom-Seok Hong had come to England with nothing but his wife, two sons, and a couple of funds. He became an auror, and he worked his way from being nothing to the top, building the Hong family empire from scratch and securing the family's legacy for the rest of history.

Enter Lysander Hong. Lysander was different. Of course, like every other Hong, he had graduated as a Slytherin, his family was of the utmost importance to him, and every other Hong family principle that had been relentlessly drilled into every child born into the family. However, he couldn't just find the drive and success that everybody else had. Graduated for almost four years now, Lysander had picked up a career as an auror, but it wasn't really going anywhere. In fact, that was a bit of an understatement. He was horrendous at his job. Unfocused and lacking dedication and discipline, success was extremely rare in Lysander's career.

Enraged at his failure, Lysander's grandfather, Tobias Hong, instructed officials at the ministry to send Lysander to a remote area of Ireland, where maybe, now isolated from his friends, the night life of London, and any other potential distractions, he would finally focus on his career. The idea worked at first. Realizing that his actions likely would have consequences, Lysander, for the first time in his life, focused. On his career, on his betterment, on becoming a true, successful Hong, like all those in his lineage.

THE LOVERS
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Though, not all good things last. Lysander was at a bar one night, drinking late after a long workday. Half asleep, he had been inches away from his forehead falling right onto the wooden counter when the bartender set a beer right in front of his face, jolting him awake.

"I didn't order this," he said, confused. The bartender simply nodded to his side. There he saw her. Honey blonde curls, sweet hazel eyes, in a nurse's uniform with her own glass in her hands. She noticed him looking at her.

"Oh, you looked like you needed it." Her gentle voice said. Lysander couldn't help but tilt his head, confused. As well as too much exhausted to genuinely process what was going on. "You look really tired."

From that moment on, the two hit it off. He learned her name was Sylvie, Sylvie McConnell. She was a nurse who worked at the local hospital. They'd always switch her shifts between day and night and she hated it because she could never adjust. She lived with her mother on a small farm in Kenmare.

Years passed and Lysander and Sylvie fell in love. They'd talk about their future, a house, a family. Though, through it all, Lysander kept his identity secret. Maybe he genuinely believed he could start a family with Sylvie. Maybe he knew he couldn't and he thought talking about it would help him forget.

Then it all fell apart. A couple years into Lysander and Sylvie's relationship, Lysander got a letter from his grandfather. After improving drastically in his work (which was largely thanks to Sylvie's encouragement), he wanted to transfer him back to London. He wanted him to move back into the family mansion. He was proud of him. Lysander had done it. He had become a true Hong.

So Lysander was left torn. The life he had built with Sylvie, or the one his bloodline had already built for him? He told her a week after he received the letter. He was leaving her. He had to move back to London and he wasn't sure it would work. Sylvie was shattered. She begged him to stay. When he refused, she revealed a pregnancy test. She was pregnant. He couldn't leave, not now. Lysander hesitated at that moment, but ultimately, he decided. He was a Hong. And he couldn't throw that away.

Lysander moved back to London a month later, leaving a pregnant Sylvie heartbroken. She continued to live on the farm with her mother Deirdre, who had known about Lysander and the pregnancy and was more than happy to help Sylvie through the struggle.

Lysander left one thing for Sylvie, the night he left. He left it on her doorstep, a white envelope that said To my love, Sylvie. She told herself she wouldn't open it, but she eventually did. In the letter, he told her everything. The magic, his family, his choice. Part of Sylvie believed it, part of her didn't. Either way, he didn't choose her in the end, so why did it matter? Sylvie closed the envelope and hid it away deep in a desk drawer.

THE CHILD
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Sylvie eventually gave birth to a healthy baby girl on a peaceful Spring morning when the air wasn't too cold anymore or too hot yet. She named her Darby. Darby grew up on the same farm Sylvie grew up on, raised by Sylvie and Deirdre. She spent most of her childhood playing in fields and with farm animals, getting mud in her hair and stains on her overalls.

Darby had a good childhood. Her mother and grandmother treated her amazingly. They were like a perfect, mismatched family. She got along with everyone and had a lot of friends at school, and while she occasionally got in trouble for goofing off or talking, she was smart and got good grades.

Darby would ask about her father, occasionally. Why did everybody else at school have one but she didn't? Every time she'd ask, Sylvie wouldn't answer. Or at least, she'd answer incredibly vaguely. "Some families are a bit different," she'd tell Darby. "And ours is one of them." Darby simply nodded, and as time went on, she slowly stopped asking.

THE MAGIC
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Darby's first instance of magic happened when she was eight. She was playing in the mud, which she loved to do, even though her mother didn't exactly love it as much. That was until she suddenly saw her mother enter through the garden gate earlier than usual, her eyes landing exactly on Darby's muddy clothes and hands. "Darby McConnell!" Her mother gasped. Darby didn't know what to do. So she ran. She ran into the house. Mud and all. She ran all across the kitchen, the living room, up the stairs, around the upstairs corridor, and into her room. "Darby McConnell!" Her mother yelled again. "You better not be getting mud all over my house!" As Sylvie walked through the mud-stained house, she finally burst into Darby's room. Imagine her surprise when she opened the door to find the room spotless, and Darby and her clothes perfectly clean. She opened the door of her room again, only to find the house was completely spotless, without a single drop of a mud on the floor. She was confused, but maybe she was going crazy. She got Darby ice cream that night.

02. history