✧༺♥༻∞Evaline Valerie Hawthorne/First Year/Slytherin✧༺♥༻∞

The Basics

Name: Evaline Valerie Hawthorne Gender: Female Age: 11 Birthday: July 31st

Species: Dhampir Nationality: Russain Blood Status: Half-bred (Pureblood) Languages : English, Russian, Arabic Patronus: N/A

Backstory

Reducio Evaline Valerie Hawthorne was brought into this world on a storm-softened summer night, in the east wing of the Hawthorne estate, in Санкт-Петербург, St.Petersburg. The house had existed longer than most of the streets around it, its walls lined with portraits that watched new generations arrive with quiet judgment. She was the last child of two, very old, very influential witch and wizard, who lived most of their lives before she had taken her first breath. By the time Evaline was born, her mother, Anastasia’s hair was already threaded with grey, and her father, Nikoli’s hands were already trembling when he held her. She arrived small, sharp-eyed, pale, and strangely alert. The healers said she barely cried. Instead, she stared. Her brothers, seven of them, had been born years before her, raised in splendor and expectation. When Evaline came along, they were all grown and influential wizards. Some were studying, some were traveling, and some worked in the Ministry. To them, she was less a sister, and more a miraculous daughter. A fragile, luminous thing, in pink fur blankets, with her family’s legacy on her tiny shoulders. But, they adored her. From the second she could walk, Evaline was a whirlwind of chaos. She was untameable and fiery, and her family loved that. She was controlled, in different aspects, given her blood, but she never dwelled much on the thought. When she was four, her parents healthy declined, and she was sent off to live with Hugh, her brother,and his wife Alara, in London. It wasn’t because she was unloved, no never that. Her parents couldn't control the whirlwind she was becoming. They had houses all over the world, and the London one was her favorite. It was smaller, yes but it was more home to her than anything she ever knew. All her brothers played a part in her personality and her upbringing. Some snuck her into restricted areas, some taught her jinxs and hexes, some sat her down and made her recite Magic Theory, over and over again. They spoiled her shamelessly, everything she owned was pink and black, either silk, lace or fur. They taught her how to duel, with toy wands that she either broke, or made explode 5 minutes later after getting it. Alara, her sister in law was muggle born, and so Hugh made sure to keep her educated on everything. She was never really foreign to anything muggle, and she loved it. Her parents loved, of course, but distantly. They visited often, from Russia, bringing her love and gifts, and mini guillotines for her dolls. Hugh and Alara were like her parents. Hugh taught her discipline, and magical history, and Alara taught her how to be a little witch, how to do a curtsy while secretly hexing someone, the art of smiling sweetly while planning 6 steps ahead. Her other brothers, Viktor, Dante, Ian, Enoch, Edmund, and Royce, visited often, leaving behind an imprint in her mind every time they did. And with that came confidence, sharp, theatrical confidence. She learned to speak beautifully, to walk like she owned the room, to smile like she knew something you didn’t. In her community she became instantly popular: dazzling, strange, magnetic. She made friends easily, but only kept the ones who amused her, intrigued her, or challenged her. She had 3 nieces, all younger than her, 2, 6, 10, but it was her nephew, Hugh and Alaras son, Teddy, who was older than her by 2 years who she really was friends with. They were best friends in every way of the name. Her nieces names were Estelle, Dollie, and Amber. Her brothers wanted to hide her away from the word, of course, but they never did. They encouraged her to go outside, and make friends. She also had a best friend, Cher. She was a muggle-born witch, and the complete opposite of Evie. She was blonde, and bright, and an absolute bottle of sunshine. Evaline hated sunshine naturally. So of course, they became best friends. Evaline would do the most inane things, while Cher was trying to pull her back, while getting roped into it herself. By the time she got her letter from hogwarts, Evaline was a half- legend amongst her family. She was a sharp, unstable, unpolished little jewel, Under the glamour and arrogance, though, lived a child who had been raised by expectations and half-finished goodbyes. A girl who joked about chaos because stillness frightened her. And so Evaline became what she is now: She's brilliant, sure, but also the kind of person who'd probably burn down a library just to see how the flames looked. Basically, she grew up with enough love to feel invincible and enough freedom to become a problem.

Reducio Evaline was born into the Hawthorne family when they were at their most powerful - though honestly, they'd been calling themselves 'preeminent' for so long, who knows if it was even true anymore. Old family. Like, really old - the kind where every portrait in the hallway judges you for using the wrong fork. Centuries ago, it started from one of her ancestors, Gideon Hawthorne, from England, coming to Russia, where he met Tatiana Vasiliev, Evalines great-great-great great ( you get the idea) grandmother. They settled down in Russia, and had many kids, all with superlative magic. Gideon was very poor, and drew him to make a vow, to make his heirs, his blood the most prominent in Russia. The Hawthornes were known for two things above all else: power, and secrecy. The family kept track of bloodlines like some people collect stamps - obsessively and with way too much detail. The elders planned everything: who married whom, who got what, who'd carry on the name. Which made the truth of Evaline’s ancestry all the more dangerous. Then, everything changed. Dmitri Hawthorne, Evalines great- grandfather, was sick of it. He vanished from public records. On the records, it said he died young. Drowned, in his own lake. In reality, he had fallen in love with a mysterious girl with flaming red hair, and eloped with her, leaving the family in shambles. When he returned years later, changed, and bound by blood, and most of all, with a young son, and his wife, a vampyre, Lilith. The Hawthornes Elders tried to cover it up, and even tried so far as trying to oblivate Dmirti, and shun Lilith away. They failed, so the most they could do was take Alaric, their 3 year old son, and raise him as their own, not informing him of his origin. And everything was well. Or so they believed. Alaric, Evalines grandfather, found out about his mother, and well...he wasn't quite happy. He married Maryia, her grandmother, a powerful witch, who also had Vampric blood, and they had Nikoli, Evalines father. He carried 50% vampiric blood. He had 7 sons, and they had very minimal vampiric blood in them. Then, Evaline was born. From the start, something was off about her. Unsettling. She was unnaturally quiet as an infant. Didn’t even cry when she was born. She stared without blinking. Evaline was unnaturally pale, no matter the season. The nannies and nurses would complain about feeling watched when she was in the room. Never really stayed for too long. When magical examinations were performed on her, it revealed an anomaly in her, not corruption, or sickness, but something foreign. Dusty records were opened, and true resurfaced. Her parents, Nikoli and Anastasia Hawthorne were advanced in the sense of age, and magic. Her parents didn't freak out - they started planning. Because that's what Hawthornes do: they scheme. They conversed with the elders, and they decided to not tell her until she got her letter from Hogwarts. They could not risk her being a squib. This wasn’t a curse to them, this was something to control. When Evaline was four, she was transferred to the care of her brother, Hugh, and her sister-in-law, Alara. They were loyal and discreet about the family's interests. She grew up alongside her nieces and nephews, her 7 brothers and their wives. Under their care, she was raised differently. She was taught restraint, before anything else. Her dhampir traits advanced slowly. Her pupils would narrow into slits, and redden slightly around the edges when she was aggravated. Her senses sharpened. Prolonged sunlight caused her to get rashes and burns. When she was startled, her pupils would expand completely into black. She had figured out herself, what she is. When her parents called her over and told her, on the day she had gotten her letter from Hogwarts, she merely shrugged. She had never needed blood, nor drank from another person, and vowed to herself that she never would. Sometimes she would have a blood pop or two, but she never felt compelled to have too many. She stuck to normal candy, thank you very much. Her fangs remain concealed. She had two fake canines, right where her fangs were supposed to be. When they popped out, it would knock the fake teeth out. Evaline hated having gaps, so she requested the fake teeth from her brother. Evaline possesses a predatory intuition she cannot fully suppress. She notices heartbeats in silence. She senses fear before it is spoken. When angered, her magic becomes unstable, overly forceful, and dangerously precise. Everyone just thinks she's that weird smart kid - you know, the sharp tonged pale ones, who says things that make you uncomfortable but you can't figure out why. Her fangs remain concealed, hidden by an allusion. Unsheathed only by reflex, and even then quickly hidden. Evaline plans to master both sides of herself, at Hogwarts. The talented witch, and the eager dhampir. Whatever sleeps in her blood will forever remain obedient.

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Appearance

Height: 4'8 Body: Slender & Small Eyes: Fathomless green, with cat pupils Hair: Sleek, glossy black waves Skin: Pale and porcelain-esque Marks: Pink streaks in hair Official Description Reducio Evaline is the sort of pretty that looks accidental, as if she woke up this way and simply never bothered to fix it. Her brothers often describe her as, " a cherubs face, with a devils smile." Her most striking feature is her cat eyes, huge, expressive, and a fathomless dark green that seems far too knowing for an eleven-year-old. They are always alert, always calculating, always sparkling with mischief or curiosity, as though the world is a puzzle she intends to solve for entertainment. Sometimes, her eyes dilate into cat slits. Her skin is pale and porcelain-soft, dusted with a natural flush across her cheeks that betrays her youth no matter how composed she tries to appear. Her hair is ink-black, sleek by nature, falling in glossy waves down her back when left loose, which it almost always is. Two light pink streaks cut through the darkness, deliberate and bold, as if she grew bored of perfection and decided to improve it. It is often half-tied, half-forgotten, perpetually a little mussed from running fingers through it or removing hairbands in impatience. At only 4’8, Evaline is small, slender, and deceptively delicate, an illusion she finds endlessly amusing. She moves with dramatic confidence, posture elegant even when disheveled, managing to look glamorous despite torn hems, untied laces, or ink smudges on her hands. There is always something slightly undone about her: a crooked ribbon, a loosened tie, hair just on the edge of chaos. She looks like a porcelain doll who escaped her display case.