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“It's just a high five, takes like two seconds.”

THE AUTHOR – Kat, twenty. Nursing student, USA. – • – Del, eleven. Out-going, humorous, impulsive. – THE CHARACTER – • – NOTES – This encyclopedia is a nightmare if viewed on mobile. If not using desktop, please proceed here.

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╔═════════════════════ "That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see."

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NAME. Delaney Faeyr Collins BIRTHDATE. 03/15/2013 NATIONALITY. American RESIDENCE. Manchester, England BLOOD-STATUS. Halfblood ────────────────── ────────────── HOUSE. Slytherin SPECIES. Human GENDER. Cisfemale HEIGHT. 4'6" BUILD. Slender PATRONUS. N/A POLYJUICE. N/A AMORTENCIA. N/A BOGGART. Being forgotten. THESTRALS. No ────────────── ✿ MENTALITY. Despite her innocent looking frame, Delaney carries a fire within that small body of hers. Outgoing and bold, there's not a single soul that could force her to shy away. Often lacks social cues, resulting in a constant stream of rambling to anyone who encounters the young slytherin. While difficult to understand now, her ambition and strong will does in fact call for the house she's been placed in. PROFILE. Averagely unaverage, slender and small. Auburn locks flow over her shoulders messily, often kept straight and tucked behind her ears. Possesses fair skin which typically burns when out in the sun too long, alongside pale green eyes. She's pretty, certainly, yet holds no vanity within herself. (Faceclaim: Samantha Cormier)

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WAND. mayhaw wood – Mayhaw wands, as well as their owners, are full of conflict. Be it due to being at odds with themselves naturally or due to past circumstances. As Hawthorn wands, wands of Mayhaw wood are excellent for both healing and harming, though they lack the more common varieties of Hawthorn's tendency to backfire when handled incorrectly. – • – unicorn hair – As a core Unicorn Hair, while it makes for steady, reliable wands, does not produce the most powerful magic unless the wood compensates for this weak point. They are prone to being melancholic if mishandled and wands produced from Unicorn Hair can even go so far as to stop working entirely if their owner dies, provided they have been paired with a wand wood of that inclination. (Wand description credit) ────────────────────────────────────────

FIOM. A spoken rule throughout all families: there are no favorites, amongst siblings nor parents. Granted everyone knows that's a lie and a half. At least for Delaney, having always held a fondness for her eldest sister. So fond, in fact, that the youngling would happily trot after wherever Audrey went growing up. Of course, what older sister wants to be constantly followed around by their mini-me? Close as the girls are now, the amount of times Audrey shut the door right on Del are in numbers too high to count. This still couldn't be bothered to stop the youngling from making forced entry, sneaking around during one of her sister's sleepovers. She'd done so well at hiding until a loud laugh of her own escaped. Had she been any less amused, maybe the eight year old would have noticed the faint glow that radiated from her form; a dead give away of her stealthy intrusion. The door to Audrey's bedroom closet was pushed open, revealing a doe eyed and wide smiled little sister.

BACKSTORY.

Reducio

A fairytale.

At least that’s what Katie Bower would’ve called it, something solely confined to the pages of her dog eared paperbacks. New England born and bred, raised on a steady diet of worn out library copies and charocal paintings— never had she imagined a life beyond that.

That is, until she met Andrew.

While possessing no intention to stay upon American soil for long, it was she— with hands covered in ink, who caught his gaze in a way no other woman could. It wasn't until after their marriage that his true intentions for making the voyage were revealed, and thus, her newlywed husband's magical status. A dream, she insisted, what was the two of them were living in.

There were, of course, complications that came of it. Unready to discard the life she'd known eternally, the two partnered souls spent the few years of their marriage oceans apart. A frequent visit a few times each month, yet nothing beyond it. Such distance could only last so long before deciding to finally make the move, leaving Delaney— all of six years old, to be swept up to Manchester along with it. Bittersweet as it were, England held just as much excitement. From a marriage that had ended too soon, two new siblings awaited eagerly for their arrival. Older by a hefty few years, sure, yet they still welcomed their newest little sister with open arms.

Life soon adjusted after that, Del's accent slowly slipping away after being enrolled into private school. Something her simplistic mother found little need for, concerned for the snobby prep implications tied to such a concept. It had been her father who advocated for the choice, suggesting a finer education considering the funds he possessed. Their little girl deserved the best, after all.

Though in the year Audrey’s boyfriend died, the bond between them shifted. Not that she'd ever learned the cause, nor did she ask; but her sister's grief went unspoken. Everyone noticed it, the quietness that grew with each passing day, her bright smiles less and less frequent. Despite the ever building questions, Delaney never pressed. Some things, she sensed, were meant to be left alone; secrets bound in loss and heartache that words just couldn’t fix.

═══════════════════╗ "There we will be, like an old enemy. Like the salt and the sea."

chivalrous · brave ─────────── intelligent · wise ─────────── cunning · ambitous ─────────── kind · loyal

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╔═══════════════════ "Every time I close my eyes, I see you standing in the sunlight"

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Stats & abilities.
stamina: 10
evasion: 8
strength: 2
wisdom: 5
arc power: 2
accuracy: 8
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01. Ability

Spells acquired.

Potions known.

Delaney's wanteds!
ㅤHere you'll find all of my desired plots that haven't been played yet.
If one strikes out to you, send me an owl or discord dm (@cafeties)!

OOPS..
ㅤNever one for spellwork— at least, never any good at casting it. Del is practicing near the grounds and naturally messes up, leaving your poor unsuspecting character to get caught in the crossfire. Won't be anything too harmful, if anything she'll be the one paying the price by getting thrown into yours.
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AREN'T YOU CHARMING?
ㅤIf there's one thing Del loves more than the Holyhead Harpies, it's making charm bracelets. So much in fact that her wrists jangle everywhere she goes, all signifying a special piece of her life. Your character comes across her making a batch, possibly finding the hobby silly altogether. Needn't fret! Delaney sets out to make them a bracelet of their own, determined to have them like it.
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YOU'VE GOT MAIL
ㅤPoor owls, they're doing their best to deliver all those letters. That said, a few got swapped, leaving Delaney in possession of a few that aren't hers. Setting off to find the rightful owner, a friendship blooms from this casual misunderstanding.
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DOES THAT STATUE LOOK FAMILIAR?
ㅤLet's be real, getting lost in Hogwarts is far from difficult. At least, it is when you're a spunky little redhead paying no attention to where you're going. After passing by the same portrait for what seems the fifth time, Del finally asks whoever is closest for directions.
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MOBILE FRIENDLY BASICS.

NAME. Delaney Faeyr Collins BIRTHDATE. 03/15/2013 NATIONALITY. American RESIDENCE. Manchester, England BLOOD-STATUS. Halfblood

HOUSE. Slytherin SPECIES. Human GENDER. Cisfemale HEIGHT. 4'6" BUILD. Slender

PATRONUS. N/A POLYJUICE. N/A AMORTENCIA. N/A BOGGART. Being forgotten. THESTRALS. No

MENTALITY. Despite her innocent looking frame, Delaney carries a fire within that small body of hers. Outgoing and bold, there's not a single soul that could force her to shy away. Often lacks social cues, resulting in a constant stream of rambling to anyone who encounters the young slytherin. While difficult to understand now, her ambition and strong will does in fact call for the house she's been placed in.

PROFILE. Averagely unaverage, slender and small. Auburn locks flow over her shoulders messily, often kept straight and tucked behind her ears. Possesses fair skin which typically burns when out in the sun too long, alongside pale green eyes. She's pretty, certainly, yet holds no vanity within herself. (Faceclaim: Beatrice Kitsos)

FIOM. A spoken rule throughout all families: there are no favorites, amongst siblings nor parents. Granted everyone knows that's a lie and a half. At least for Delaney, having always held a fondness for her eldest sister. So fond, in fact, that the youngling would happily trot after wherever Audrey went growing up. Of course, what older sister wants to be constantly followed around by their mini-me? Close as the girls are now, the amount of times Audrey shut the door right on Del are in numbers too high to count. This still couldn't be bothered to stop the youngling from making forced entry, sneaking around during one of her sister's sleepovers. She'd done so well at hiding until a loud laugh of her own escaped. Had she been any less amused, maybe the eight year old would have noticed the faint glow that radiated from her form; a dead give away of her stealthy intrusion. The door to Audrey's bedroom closet was pushed open, revealing a doe eyed and wide smiled little sister.

BACKSTORY.

Reducio

You run your fingers over the silver metal on your wrist, soft skin dancing over shapes you could retrace with your eyes closed. They’re more important than most know, little tokens to keep the ones you love close. As if without those charms, their faces and laughter will slip from your mind. You know it’s silly, but it keeps you sane, tames the beast of fear slightly. Enough for you to live without trembling hands.

Brain. Heart. Boxing gloves. Ball of yarn. Bee. Teacup.

BRAIN.
Your father centers the family, a voice of reason and rationale, yet never allows his words to be overshadowed by the distance of an objective observer. You look to him for guidance, with admiration for his magical prowess and the intellect you seem to be lacking. Will you make him proud? You ask yourself, unaware there’s not a single thing he would change about you.

HEART.
Your mother is warmth and love, doting hands and gentle eyes. She wonders if any of this is real, a muggle woman who seems to have fallen deeply into a fictional kingdom, moved to England upon the birth of her daughter. Yet you know her love for you is real, and you know you love her just as much. You run to her with scrapes on your hands and knees, cry into the skirt of her dress when fear overtakes you. You wrap your arms around her and squeeze, tight as if with a looser grip, she’ll fade into dust. You hope that one day, you’ll be able to emulate the grace and devotion she possesses. She is soft slopes and pure intentions, and the thought of losing her one day makes your heart crumble.

BOXING GLOVES.
Your brother is your hero. He’s strength and prowess, knight in shining armor, the shield that guards and protects you. You look at him like he carries the sun in his hands and hangs it in the sky every morning – just for you, just so you can greet the clouds and the yellow rays with a smile and a wave of your fingers. He’s a god, a Titan, with the capacity to bring rulers and emperors to their knees if he so wished. Yet with you, he’s soft whiskers and eternal dedication, dropping everything in his hands the moment he hears your voice ringing through the air, calling for him. You know he would do anything for you, and though a knight doesn’t need the protection of a small girl like you, you’d gladly pick up his sword and die by his side.

BALL OF YARN.
You wish you could do more for her. She suffered a great loss you can hardly wrap your mind around, too young and inexperienced to know what your sister is going through. She’s veiled in soft blue and anguish, heartache scribbled into her skin. You want to help, but you don’t know how. So you do what you know best. You collect tangible memories for her to gaze upon, to touch and run her fingertips over. You put them in a book dedicated to her, place it on your sister’s pillow and hope it will relief the ache somehow.

BEE.
Not all heroes need to be men, and your sister proves it time and time again. You run to her with your hand outstretched, clasping around her fingers and locking into place. She is fire and scorched earth, chaos in graffiti stripes and colorful specks. She is who you look to for advice, a role-model and companion, even in her anger and clenched fists. You wish you were as strong as her, wish you possessed such a mighty roar but you will settle for the close proximity that allows you to bask in her warmth. When words tickle your throat, threatening to spill over your lips lest they burn, she is who you seek out first. She comes first, the other half of your soul, as if you came into this world together with your little fingers entangled.

TEACUP.
And then there’s you. Youngest and unremarkable, lacking the talents your family has honed for years now. Yet you make up for it in other ways. You strive to bring smiles upon the faces of those you love, wish and wish and wish they will never forget you. You are dreams and resolutions, rabbit holes and tea parties, crimson red and luminous pink. You wish to be a heroine, run across a field with flaming sword in hand, leave your name written on the tongues of mankind so it is all they speak. You want to be something, pushing limits and shoving against the boundaries your last name has set for you.

╔═══════════════════ "Somethin' tells me that you want me under your spell."

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┌───.FIRST.───┐ ✿ ꒰ Samantha └───.SECOND.───┘ Cormier ꒱ └───.THIRD.───┘ ┌───.FOURTH.───┐ ✿ ┌───.FIFTH.───┐ ✿ ꒰ Alina └───.SIXTH.───┘ Kovalenko ꒱ └───.SEVENTH.───┘ ┌───.ADULT.───┐ ✿