Romélie de Brissac │ 3rd year │ Beauxbatons
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Romélie de Brissac │ 3rd year │ Beauxbatons
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Reducio HISTORY Romélie was not born into the family whose name she bears. Perhaps, she was not born a Romélie at all. What is certain is, she entered the world a frail child—so frail, in fact, that not even St. Mungo's best were a match for such sickness. Her mother carried an old family curse that manifests in the early stage of life—newborns—causing their magic to consume life force. No spell, no potion and no prayer could save the poor child from an impendable doom. Luckily, wealth and status bring many things. Among those things, doors that open where others would find walls. There were rumors of ways to make a body strong again, rumors of cheating death. An ancient family of vampires—House de Brissac, seemed to know of a cure. They were said to live to the far west, beyond Geneva, where the mountains are sharp as glass and the winds carry the smell of iron. The ritual of Turning was a viable path to preserve her dying magical core; if they waited too long, her body could become too weak and the ritual would fail. Turning is a process that binds a dhampir to the one performing it. Meaning the removal of a young, not fully developed dhampir from their creator could endanger their life in multiple other ways. Her parents had to face the truth: giving her away whilst she was a child was permanent. Blinded by desperation, they convinced themselves it was the only way of saving the child, unaware of how misguided that belief truly was. Due to the illegalness of turning a child under European magical law, everything was buried under bribes and falsified documents. Trying to reclaim her later could result in the exposure of everyone involved. And so it was done. In the dead of night a carriage arrived, drawn by pale horses that didn't seem to breathe. The child was taken to Switzerland, Geneva, into the mountains where the snow never melts and the sun doesn't shine. There, built above catacombs of the de Brissac ancestors and half swallowed by the mountain stood Château Catamont. Much like the Cullens from the famous Muggle book called Twilight Sparkle (or something of the kind), the de Brissac family is also very much unrelated. Naturally, Rome grew up surrounded by lots of different people—of different colours, different backgrounds and all with different stories. They had all become a part of the family by the ritual of Turning, most are "aunts and uncles" already well into their adulthood. They were all turned by the same vampire, the patriarch of the family, who they call the Great Father or as Romélie calls him, papa—the one, who for all we might know, has his own agenda of building a vampire army. Romélie was not found or chosen, but a fate placed at their doorsteps. The fact that she was adopted and partly a witch was clear to Rome growing up—the Brissacs didn't make it that big of a deal, she was one of them from day one. Romélie doesn't remember her parents, for she was far too young and she thinks it's for the best. However, the little dhampir does sometimes wonder who she looks like more. Her mother? Her dad? Does she have siblings somewhere? Is her birth family as wealthy and prominent as the de Brissacs are? She hopes so. Despite this, she seems to be, or at least she believes so, his favourite. Papa took care of her as if she were his own. Papa made her believe she was special. And naturally, being the only baby in the family, Romélie got away with things. She got away with pretending to read and study while being homeschooled. She got away with stealing precious objects from her aunts and uncles, to add to papa's art collection—something she still does, this time to her schoolmates. No one ever really scolded her. How could they? Every smile full of pearly whites, every theft, every act of laziness was an excuse for her charming eccentricity. "She's young, she's still learning" they'd say. Yet what Romélie learned the most was that smiling sweetly got her exactly what she wanted. And so, she grew up like that: a glittering parasite in a house full of bloodsuckers. She didn't have many friends her age growing up, but those she grew to meet are the children of the pureblood elite from all over the world. Those families would often come to visit their fortunes, buried deep beneath Château Catamont where the catacombs lie. It is said you'll find much darker creatures there than just the dead. The de Brissac's are known as discreet and respected bankers—keepers of gold and whispers. Extravagant balls were something her and her papa didn't miss. At eleven, her world expanded with the arrival of a single letter, inviting her to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. It's where she discovered, among many other things, her love for quidditch. Staying true to self, you can either find her avoiding any and all schoolwork, bending the rules and unnerving boys with mischievous smiles that hint she just might bite. FIOM Château Catamont knows no season other than winter. The wind is always sharp, cutting into your cheeks, and the snow persistently hugs the ground, like a newly proclaimed widow who can't let go of her dead lover. The sunrays don't touch the grounds of the de Brissac estate, rather the Château stays hidden in the shadows of the mountains, quite perfect for a vampire residency. However, it's a place where flowers don't grow and birds don't chirp. Like a dead, empty valley. The spring of 2019 was no different. Romélie was building what seemed to be an army of deformed snowmen on that particular day. Deformed due to the casualties of Romélie's brief career choice—a ruthless commander choosing to punish the snowmen soldiers because well, she was a ruthless commander for the day. "You there! Cut his hand off!" she would point her finger at one of them. "Don't just stand there or you'll lose one too!" The snowman, of course, proceeded to just stand there. Which made Romélie gracefully decide she'll be breaking both their twigs in half herself. However not before she peed. Yes, nature calls even to the great commanders. And so, Romélie excused herself and proceeded to crouch down behind the tree, 5 meters away from her snowy sculptures. Once she was done with her business and focusing on making herself look presentable, she couldn't help but notice a small patch of snow melting away. Something was growing right in front of her eyes, blooming even. Before she knew it she was face to face with a small delicate flower—Edelweiss. That marked itself as Romélie's first instance of magic. Reducio APPEARANCE Romélie tends to shift the air in the room when she walks in. She's no beauty queen, her looks don't give off ethereal or otherworldly vibes—although her inflated ego does state the opposite— but if there's one thing that she manages to do is look effortlessly cool. Petite in frame with a relaxed posture, she moves through the world with confidence big enough to move mountains if she wanted to. Her movements are slow and final—she does not run, she walks; she does not fumble, she glides, each step purposeful yet unhurried, as if she has all the time in the world and then some more. With a daring smirk, warm caramel skin and freckles scattered like small constellations all across her nose and cheeks she manages to keep an approachable edge, even as she oozes "I'm too cool to care" energy. Her hair is a beautiful mess of dark bouncy curls. Although she does not trouble herself with doing her hair, her wild mane always tends to fall down to her middle back in loose spirals just right. The best feature by far are her eyes—dark, deep and with a twinkle of mischief that never fades. On particularly sunny days, she'll wear a pair of sunglasses to protect them, for her vampire side makes them more sensitive to sunlight. Her skin is no exception, she'll coat it with sunscreen multiple times a day. But when the sun sets? Her dark eyes turn the colour of molten gold, the result of having better night vision than your everyday human. Stylewise Romélie is not one for formalities, at least when it comes to her free time outfits. She'll slip into a dress for a ball if she has to, but don't expect her to be comfortable in it. Long dresses? Absolutely not. She prefers clothes that let her move freely and Y2K streetwear does the job in matching her laid-back and effortlessly cool vibe. Her wardrobe consists of oversized jackets, low waist jeans on the baggier side and short skirts that she likes pairing with fishnet tights. She's all about accessorizing and playing with contrasts—soft with edgy, baggy with fitted. Romélies Beauxbatons uniform is never exactly by the book. While she does stick to basic guidelines, she's known for being stopped in school hallways by teachers due to twisting some of the rules. She'll either wear her blouse untucked or a collar casually popped, like she couldn't care enough to make it look pristine. Reducio
PERSONALITY Romélie de Brissac has successfully deluded herself into thinking she's the next best thing since the becoming of Jesus Christ. That's perhaps a bit of a stretch, but she does genuinely believe she's grandiosely better than any pureblood or vampire roaming this earth. Why you might ask? Well, because she has the best of both worlds (cue Hannah Montana song). Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Romélie is a proud halfbreed—a dhampir. Physically stronger than your everyday wizard and with some magic flair as opposed to a regular vampire, she moves through the world like she's doing it a favor. Despite this, there's something authentic about her—something that seems to attract people like moths to a flame. Perhaps that something is, ironically, her lack of judgement. She just observes, accepts and moves on (#unbothered final boss). Romélie has perfected the art of doing absolutely nothing and getting away with everything. She's not inclined towards academic intelligence—books bore her (and she doesnt know how to fucking read or spell, anyway). In fact, this girl has never done homework in all her years studying at Beauxbatons, and the only reason she's still passing is because she pays someone to do her homework. Effort is for people without natural talent—at least that's what she tells herself in between naps. Yet, for someone who barely lifts a finger, her mouth works overtime—always ready with a witty quip or a sarcastic remark. Her interests are quite simple: stealing shiny heirlooms from purebloods and quidditch—the only thing she seems to have a lick of interest in. She steals because well, first of all she can, and because her papa always lights up when she brings him "gifts", new additions to his ever-growing art collection. Quidditch, on the other hand, is where she wants to excel. She has big dreams of becoming the next big Quidditch superstar, so she spends most of the time—when she's not sleeping—practicing her signature (just in case someone asks for it) and practicing her poses in the mirror (just in case someone might ask for a picture). Romélie is lazy, allergic to responsibility and yet insanely charming, managing to smile her way out of trouble with ease. Rules are, you guessed it, optional to her and, yes, chaos is bound to follow everywhere she goes. No need to worry though—if you find yourself in trouble with her by your side, she's a master of loopholes and lies, able to talk, charm, or bargain her way out of just about anything. Or, you know, not 
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Last edited by Ula Takahashi on 4 Dec 2025, 15:44, edited 2 times in total.
Romélie de Brissac │ 3rd year │ Beauxbatons
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DHAMPIR ABILITY 2 UNSETTLING AURA ABILITY 4 ABILITY 5 ABILITY 6 ABILITY 7
STA: 10 EV: 10 STR: 5 WIS: 0 ARC: 0 ACC: 15
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