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9 Nov 2025, 14:58

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« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

9 Nov 2025, 15:49

[ the bare bones ]

and the blood may wash away

but the scars will never fade

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« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

Game Master

Ministry of Magic

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10 Nov 2025, 16:02

[ a siren's lament ]

statistics.
[ sta. 11 ] [ eva. 12 ] [ acc. 12 ] [ str. 02 ] [ wis. 20 ] [ arc. 08 ]

abilities.
[ part-veela. veela language ; alluring ]
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[ part-veela. temperamental ]

adult advancement log.
[ i. +5 stats ]

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13 Nov 2025, 00:15

[ the celestial swan ]

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Part-veela application. [ click ]
Fireworks exploded at the arrival of Helen Aletheia Doukas during the first hour of 1999. A child was born, both human and siren blood running in her veins. The newborn did not know her fate, not just yet. Her mother and father did not yet know what cruelty they were capable of either. For now, Helen remained safe, loved, and a mystery. Born in Greece, the land of mythology and the roots of many veela families, Helen was raised with the morals of the Greek Myths laced into her upbringing and the importance and dignity that her veela lineage gave her. She was to treat it as such. As the daughter of a full veela — her mother — and having a part-veela (½) for a father, Helen herself had ¾ veela blood in her veins and she inherited many of their veela traits. She had seen her mother become a feral bird-like creature, subjectively her purest essence. As for her father, he was no more modern in his ways than she was- the percentage of veela blood in his family tree did not change that. And so, Helen was raised as such, and at that age, as strong minded as she may have been, every influence she had told her that being a veela was her path toward success. How so, she never questioned.

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Helen had been raised with the strong belief of veelas being superior to mere mortals engraved in her mind. Her elders had made sure of that, and they prevented any outside influences to teach her differently. Living in Greece on the Doukas estate from the very beginning, during the first years of her life she was taught the basic knowledge that a child of her age was should've had. However, she wasn't merely taught how to do math. Everything she learned was embedded in the context of Greek Mythology and its importance, and the higher rank that she allegedly had due to her blood status — not pureblood vs muggleborn but rather veela vs human mortal — and money. Lineage was power, they said, and expressed it by telling her tales of Helen of Troy, Heracles, Hephaestus... Each story engraving something on her delicately innocent soul.	x	The Doukas families, and most other families of that region, had no connection to magic. They were muggles, as one could choose to call them, and had no idea that the Wizarding World existed. Any trace of magic was nothing but impurity of the essence of one's soul if one asked them, a disgrace to the family legacy. Precisely the same as the difference in status between squibs and purebloods, but exactly the other way around. They did not believe in the art of witchcraft, why would they? There was no reason for them to, and therefore, when Helen showed her first signs of magic, their vulture-like eyes saw and narrowed immediately. There was nothing to be done, their daughter couldn't possibly remain part of their family if she was an impure mistake. Off they sent her, with a nannie to take care of her, to grow up away from their estate in Greece. As of now, she was nothing more than a faulty machine, irreparable and undesirable.	x	As she grew older, her first signs of her veela nature started showing. Her unnatural beauty seemed to increase the more she aged, but she always had a natural young grace about her, the same sort of vibe that comes across when an adult says they're about ten years younger than the age you would've guessed they were, in a good way. It took a while for Helen to become fully aware of the difference in heritage between her and her peers. At times, she managed to consciously harness those traits, charismatically catching people off guard when asking them for little things such as a piece of their candy. Her looks were her success, at the time. She didn't see this as wrong, it was merely something she could do, so why not do it? Taking advantage of her own prowess was not necessarily a bad thing, she reasoned. Why would it be?
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	x	Her peers thought it differently, however. They noticed that strange charm that she brought along with her, and it gave them a chill in their bones; they did not fully understand where she came from and why she was so undeniably pretty, but although they stared at her in awe, the idea of her receiving anything she wanted scared them, whether they were conscious of those fears or not. Then, eleven years and eleven fireworks in her name later, a letter came. It bore the Hogwarts crest on the wax sealing, and before she knew it, the part-veela had packed her bags, boarded the scarlet steam engine at King's Cross and arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The feeling of unease amongst her peers remained, along with the fascination of her blood status. "A veela? Oh, wow! Just... don't try and control me with your weird powers or whatever, okay?", was something along the lines of what Helen heard quite often. It didn't exactly bother her, but it made her frown. Her personality at the time was also too vain for her own good. All in all, although her veela traits increased, from being very persuasive to obtaining a veela's well-known scream to becoming more charming than ever... her friendships did not last.
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Another factor had come into play as well. Her parents had chosen a more destructive role in her life than they already had, and then her heart split in two. What could be worse? It got worse, though. From her fourth year, Helen was transferred to Durmstrang, a school known for the dark arts that it taught. She knew no one. No friends, nobody to give her a shoulder to lean on during the difficulties that she needed to endure. That made her more temperamental (7th year part-veela ability), but more independent as well. No more people who stared at her, because she did not tell them who she was, but no more people to judge her either. Helen learned to take care of herself without fake friendships to mislead her. Finally, she could breathe, as she graduated and took a step away from her teenage drama. And that was how her veela side shaped her, brought her down and picked her back up, over and over again.	x
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Helen's appearance had always been important to her, from the very beginning. She didn't use make up often, as she believed in her purest (or impurest) essence not being covered up. She was enough already. Those morals stayed with her throughout her whole life, which also ensured that she never gave up her importance for how she looked and presented herself to others, but the amount of that importance did diminish. For after all, it is one's actions that count. And speaking of actions, although Helen's abilities gave her a few advantages and disadvantages, which she used and stumbled upon during her schooling, sometimes not so much for her own good, even that tipped on Themis' scale, just like her self-consciousness did.	x	The siren had oh so many stories to tell. These stories all remained bottled inside her, though, and never actually came to the light. And so Helen decided to take the initiative to write them down, and teach herself to do so from a narrator perspective. No opinions, just facts, the opinions forming themselves as the ink clotted the parchment. Just as she was beginning to do so, the position of librarian at Hogwarts opened up. At first, Helen was hesitant. Would returning to those walls bring back rumors from the past? Her status there was very different from that in her previous home from so long ago, in Greece. But maybe she didn't want that status.
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« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

13 Nov 2025, 00:23

[ the mind's workings pt. I ]

Into The Past, Age 14 —— Helen is decisively vain. She cares about her looks more than anyone, her veela origins highly influencing that. Although she lacks much kindness and patience, Helen is extremely focused on what others think of her and can be very obsessive or clingy. And still, somehow people seem to make their way to her and tell her apart from the crowd… but each friendship never lasts forever. Helen doesn’t realize that trust and deceit matter, she does what works best for her thinking that her friends will like her for it. That’s only the beginning of her egocentric personality. When others choose others above her, though, she takes her rage out on them and “makes them see sense again”.

Being from Greece, Helen grew up with the Greek myths all around her… but if veela’s were real, why couldn’t the Greek “myths” be too, she asked herself. She wanted to be like the ancient heroes, like Achilles and Odysseus, and Helen of Troy and Hercules, and Dido and Aeneas… she wanted to play all the parts- the hero and the princess, selfish and selfless, the vain and the [word for not caring about how you look], the broken hearted and the heartbreaker… In reality though, Helen did not possess all of these traits, but that realization didn’t dawn upon her. She was a psychopath, to a certain extent, not knowing limits and craving for the attention that she needed to have, manipulating those who did not see it like her.	x	Helen did, however, also have positive traits- her “ambition” to be a hero like those in the Greek myths led toward bravery (and a certain reckless streak) and her standing up for her “friends”, but also certain understanding when it came to loss and heartbreak and pain, common elements in Greek mythology. Helen knew how to talk to people too, and had many different connections that she could use to favor herself but also others. The world didn’t always revolve around her, and a phrase she often said was “I stand up for justice, but fairness is stupidity if there’s a better way to pull it off.” If someone punched her “friend” in the face, she would react, but if they cheated in any form (even if that included violence or cheating on someone) Helen wouldn’t say a word against it. Another truth about her that you might hear her say was: “I don’t work hard, but I am determined to achieve my goals.” Helen was smart and cunning, and she did not lack determination, but she wouldn’t work hard for something she didn’t believe in.
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What Helen does not comprehend, is that to be loved and admired, she must love and show compassion. She is like a siren, beautiful on the outside and desperate of entranced souls to feed on… She craves more than she has space for in her own mind, and so she lets it go by taking her cruelty out on others, on her “inferiors”, not because she wishes to be mean but because she does not understand kindness. But in each and every version of the tale, Troy burns to the ground.

Will that be the destiny that the Fates choose for her?

❀ Of course I feel too much, I'm a universe of exploding stars ❥
« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

13 Nov 2025, 22:56

[ once upon a time... ]

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[quote]A Biography —— Once upon a time, a siren rose from the abyss of the Greek sea. She masked herself as a human girl, raised by hybrids of siren and man, and learned to live as such. Deep down, though, Helen Aletheia Doukas knew she was different. She did not accept her human-like mould, but didn’t know better either. Her blood may have been that of a part-veela, but she was a siren at heart- always craving and never satisfied.

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x	Helen’s elders taught her the Greek myths, the only good thing about them. She knew she was more special, you see. After her first instance of magic, Helen was left in England with a “nannie” to raise her, as she was thought to be impure. Although that was nonsense, it shaped her in a way no one had predicted. Her craving to be wanted became stronger, and theories formed in her mind to quell the pain, voices telling her that she was better than any of them, that they simply didn’t understand beauty, that she was not only impure but of a much better race. The tales from Greek mythology had remained stuck in her head, and she thought that if she could be like the heroes in the myths that they told, if she could be like each character, they would give her rights back again. That was the beginning of her reckless streak for justice.	xx	Over time though, Helen realized that they would never learn, that she could not persuade them to believe something that they weren’t worth believing. And so she thought that if she could make everyone else adore her, love her, be jealous of her and be her friend, her family wouldn’t matter. Either way, she was the prettiest in the land. It would be easy, no?It would be easy, no?	xx	The more she grew older, the more obsessive Helen became- because she didn’t always get what she wanted, and didn’t understand why. Her “nannie” did not want her, and when she went to Hogwarts in 2010, she never saw her again. Her elders chose to take her in again, believing that they could use the magic she was learning along with the rumors they heard about her persona. They masked it as saying that they decided that they were wrong about her and were "very sorry". In reality, she was actually meant to be used as a tool, a weapon, nothing more. The magic in her blood could be useful, they reasoned, as she could use it against their rival family. As the Doukas family was well-known, they had enemies, and why not let their impure descendant do the dirty work? After all, their ill-intentions could be masked with their pretty smiles and veela appearance.	x
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They resorted to taking Helen in for the following two summers as well. Her parents then sent her to Durmstrang Institute after her third year at Hogwarts had ended, taking her in during each summer for the rest of her schooling. Meanwhile, the residents of the Doukas estate effortlessly tried to brainwash Helen. Their reputation was on tier number one, but with their rivals in the game, the 1^st place would always be shared. Therefore, they told her countless stories of the “other” side, the evil that was spreading in the world and that she had the potential of being the one to drive it all away, like the Greek heroes she looked up to. Behind the scenes, their intentions were far less innocent than those pretty words made them seem. What they didn’t know, though, is that the following year Helen met the part-veela son of that family. They spent time together without their families realizing it, and fell in love during the summer of 2015 at the age of 16.

After Helen went back to Durmstrang, the two did write to each other. They weren’t technically boyfriend-girlfriend or anything, but they both liked the other, and being both veelas they understood each other’s veela-esque quirks. Helen remained a weapon. But now, she had become her own weapon, and would not be used against those she loved, but those who had not valued her and had tried to manipulate her. The part-veela had grown, and her mind had grown out of the silly lies that she was told by her elders. Small acts, big consequences. None devastating, but each ruining her bloodline’s reputation and power one by one, until they were mere mortals stripped of their masks, revealing the evil, twisted figures that lay underneath. But that Romeo and Juliet like tale didn’t end like it could’ve. No happy ending, for Helen’s Romeo, or in this case maybe more of a Paris (ref for those who understand - from the Greek myth of Helen and Paris), broke away from her after almost a year. First came the tears, the broken heart, the rage. Those were her siren instincts, and those of not receiving what she thought she deserved. The fear of not being enough for the one person who had really valued her. Because when one knows what love and adoration really feels like, they cannot let it go. Nobody can, not at the very beginning. Not if they were as invested in it as Helen was.	X	x But then, slowly but surely, understanding dawned upon her. She read books, she watched documentaries and movies, and it gave her a different perspective. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. And maybe, maybe she needed to change. Maybe she didn’t need love. Maybe it was okay to not be loved. To be independent and not dependent on how much people like you, on fragile friendships. Cherishing it while it lasts, but not being desperate of having it. After graduating from Durmstrang Institute, Helen rented an apartment for a year in Finland's capital, Helsinki, and learned to take care of herself and slowly breathe again, step by step. During her time there, Helen had been on her own and took care of herself just fine without others to rely on. And that was when she realized, she lived just fine on her own. And maybe, maybe being kind was the key to the lock she had always sought to pry open. The lock to people’s hearts, to make real friends. The ones that really care about you, the ones that last.
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	x	With these new realizations and a change of tides, once graduated Helen set off to travel and expose herself to the world around her. There was so much more to it than simply teenage drama, she learned. Being loved wasn’t important to her, but she was because she did her best to be a good person. And one of the things that she never stopped doing, was reading. But Helen’s life was unstable. She had money from her elders, which she had rightfully taken, but not enough to live her whole life without a paycheck. After all, the young woman wanted to do something with her life. Searching for jobs, interview after interview gone wrong, she wanted to give up. Maybe her fate was not to have a job, but to drown in the abyss of having done nothing in her whole life, and then dying, without ever having really lived.
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[quote]But then she found a snippet in the Daily Prophet, one of the newspapers she liked to keep up with, with a job offer for the Librarian position at Hogwarts. Books had stayed with her since the very beginning. They were her ties to all she was certain of, her beliefs and her doubts. One more try would be worth it. At least for this, she had something to go on.

An owl, as white as snow, a letter for a now grounded and kind young woman. Her name? Helen. Its contents? A new beginning, an escape from the abyss that could’ve awaited her, a stable life at last.

As of November 4th 2025, Helen Aletheia Doukas is now the librarian at Hogwarts.

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And I, the door between worlds.

First Instance of Magic —— Helen was not the perfect daughter, nor was she the perfect friend- but not everything was her fault, as much as people blamed her for it. At the age of eight, the little girl was running playfully through the Granary Square Fountains in the English city of London. A few girls she was friends with had come along, and although the trio didn't live in London themselves, their families had organized a trip together to the UK. It had been fun, up to that point- that day was different though. Her friends had formed a clique, for some reason, and Helen was not in it. Why? They were losers, she was not, the young girl assumed after the incident.

The two other girls were merely watching on the sidelines as Helen let her whimsy show and danced through the fountains, playing a game of laser water-spout tag with herself, one could say. Looking back at her "friends", she saw them hesitate, and pulled them into the water world before they could show any sign of resistance. One screamed, a high-pitched, dreadful noise. The other gasped and pulled away. "What the Hell do you think you're doing, Helen?!" "That's so annoying. Stop being such a girlboss weirdo. You're not cool, you know." "Oh, come on. So much drama for such a small amount of water." [ eyeroll from Helen ] "What do you mean, drama? You're the drama queen here. You always look at yourself in the mirror before we go out, but you're literally ugly." "Yeah, seriously." Jealousy? Probably. As a part-veela, Helen was prettier than both of them. But insults are insults, and the Siren did not take that one well.

"ENOUGH!" Anger, the pain of betrayal, tears that she desperately tried to blink away- Helen was both upset and overwhelmed with confusion and the pain of bonds severed. The water that had been showering over them with a constant rhythm stopped coming out of the holes in the ground. Silence, not a sound to be heard. It was as if the world was holding its breath*. One second. Two seconds. Three and then four. On exactly the fifth second, the water fountains sprang back to life. Their parents both saw and heard, making the connection quickly- but as they were not wizards or witches themselves, their reaction was different. They thought her to be impure [ read veela application and/or backstory for further elaboration ] . Helen, however, only processed it after she managed to cool herself down (possibly pun-intended), and didn't think much of it. She always knew she was different than her peers. Was this associated to her ancestry, to her blood, perhaps? No, but how was she to know?
*(it wasn't, though)

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« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

14 Nov 2025, 21:59

[ the mind's workings pt. II ]

"She was a storyteller;
she had oh so many tales to tell as she has been through so much herself."

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Age 26 —— The scars would never fade. But although Helen had undergone traumas, that didn't mean that there could be no happily ever after. For she created herself one, but this time without the need for a prince or fellow princess friends. She didn't need to be loved, independence proved to bring her much farther in her life. Helen's adventurous side was brought to the light as she took it upon herself to travel over the world and experience different cultures. That helped her understand the importance of different beliefs, and that there is not always a right or wrong. Fundamentally, Helen has always been a good person, but her elders were not and her upbringing kind of messed her up. Her strong will allowed her to look past this, though, and manage to move on without mental issues.
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and you try to hold these opposites together inside yourself

beginnings and endings, terror and hope

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develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music—

Having had strong emotions since as long as anyone could remember, at first she manifested those into jealousy and obsessiveness- but after her heartbreak, it was difficult to move on because of this. And so Helen started channeling them into music and poetry, two healthy ways to express her feelings. Kindness is now a key pointer in her personality as well. Compassion and understanding were traits that the teenage Helen had never really experienced, but as she matured, she became more and more aware that that is actually a key point when wanting to make friends- but also just a moral to live life with in general. During conversations, the young woman tries her best to say what her best self would say in every situation, but her view of that isn't always accurate and in general that doesn't always work out. At the same time though, Helen's potential daydreaming during or overthinking conversations don't exactly contribute to that.

the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people

Appearance is not a top priority anymore. They may be important, and the Doukas does still glance at herself in the mirror before she goes out to see whether she looks good, but they aren't exactly... a necessity. Sometimes it's important to not a judge a book by its cover. Not that she doesn't judge, but looks do not always define a person. Helen Aletheia Doukas was ready to live as her purest essence, both siren and mortal, once and for all.

Find yourself, love.

❀ Of course I feel too much, I'm a universe of exploding stars ❥
« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

10 Dec 2025, 22:44

[ pandora's box temptation ]

x			*amortentia.* [ tba ] *boggart.* [ tba ] *erised.* [ tba ] *thestrals.* [ yes ] *patronus.* [ tba ] `ethereal, almost ghostly.`	xx		x
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Wand. 23,9 cm | cherry wood | dragon heartstring
Made by Garrick Ollivander and Gregorovitch, Dragon Heartstrings produce wands with the most magic power that are capable of casting quite flamboyant spells. Wands made from Dragon Heartstring also tend to learn more quickly than other types of cores. While they can change allegiance if won in a duel from their original master, they always bond strongly with their current owner. Dragon Heartstring wands tend to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, but will not be inclined that way of their own accord. They are however the most prone of Ollivanders three most-used cores to accidents, being a bit temperamental in nature.

Cherry is a very rare wand wood that creates wands of strange power. Cherry wood often makes for wands that possess truly lethal power no matter the core. If paired with a core of dragon heartstring however, the wand should never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind.

Pet. name | mist hopper (tba)
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chaos in its rawest form

magic in its finest form

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« Lyanna Oak » « Ariana Westonfield-Rivera »

13 Mar 2026, 16:22

[ pristine lockets ]

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ANTHONIE "ANTON" ENGELBRECHT | friend

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KATHERINE "KITTY" TOWNSEND | colleague, friend

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ARKADY "AREK/ARK" PIECYK | relationship to helen

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DESISLAVA "DESI" NENOVSKY | colleague, friend

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LIVIA C. V. MACHAVARIANI | acquaintance, to-be tutee

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AULIS L. VOROZHEYKIN | good friend

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SAMUEL R. SAUBER | colleague

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❀ Of course I feel too much, I'm a universe of exploding stars ❥
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