26 Mar 2023, 19:48
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i was sirin liu! and thank you smAshley Dinero Montez wrote: 26 Mar 2023, 19:42Ooh, I see. Who were you in your previous account?Kiana Nakamura wrote: 26 Mar 2023, 19:38i actually had an account before lol and now that im familiar with how it works making my ency and stuff is way easier
In that case, Welcome back!
"if rescuing you is a sin...then i'd gladly become a sinner."
-Raiden Mei
iNPC: Kiyoko Nakamura
26 Mar 2023, 20:16
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oh my goodness hello!!Kiana Nakamura wrote: 26 Mar 2023, 03:24It’s Sirin!!!!
we are all born beautiful. it is a tragedy we are convinced that we are not”
iNPC: Lloyd Matthews Thomas
Main account: Bailey Glade
26 Mar 2023, 20:19
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yes hellooooo!! it's so good to be back honestlyBailey Glade wrote: 26 Mar 2023, 20:16oh my goodness hello!!Kiana Nakamura wrote: 26 Mar 2023, 03:24It’s Sirin!!!!
"if rescuing you is a sin...then i'd gladly become a sinner."
-Raiden Mei
iNPC: Kiyoko Nakamura
26 Mar 2023, 20:41
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Well, hello, I never met you.
But hi!
But hi!
| Wis: 7 Acc: 8 Sta: 6 𝑫𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝑬. 𝕊𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 Eva: 9 Arc: 5 Str: 5 |
Wis: 10 Acc: 10 Sta: 6 𝕊𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝑺. Eva: 9 Arc: 3 Str: 2 |
26 Mar 2023, 20:56
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Ava!!! It's weird to type my irl name
"Where's the bloody rum?" -Captain Jack Sparrow
Lily McCoire/ Alicia Matthews
26 Mar 2023, 20:57
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ya'll whaddya think of my parsel application
Reducio
Many people marvel at Kiana, despite not having known her for long. She turns heads wherever she goes and many people complement her parents for raising "such a dignified, beautiful, polite young lady." She was everyone's role model. Yet, Kiana didn't quite think so. She lived in an odd wizard family with strict parents in a desolate house far from muggle civilization. Even worse, she was different, at least in her father's eyes. Her father, Pierre Toussaint, attended Hogwarts as a Gryffindor, and a proud one to say the least. He held his daughter to sky-high standards and expected Kiana to be sorted into Gryffindor.
It didn't sit well with him when Kiana wrote that dreadful owl saying she had been sorted into house Slytherin.
Even Kiana herself cried that night in the common room, wondering what was different about her and if she would turn out okay. But deep inside, she knew her secret.
It started on a foggy evening when Kiana was ten. She knelt in the soggy and moist grass of her backyard, marveling at a beautiful grass snake that had wandered into the family's space. The snake was a frequent visitor of the family and, as Kiana predicted, was female and already built a nest somewhere in a dark corner of the garden. Breeding season loomed. Kiana knew her mother, who had a deathly fear of snakes, would find out eventually and was quietly contemplating what to do with the snake. She didn't know how to handle snakes and could not relocate it, and besides, she didn't know where she'd relocate it to anyways. She did bring food to it every day - little scraps of veal or morsels of chicken - so the snake probably wouldn't be pleased anyways. Kiana already formed a strong bond with the snake and couldn't bear to let it go. She'd given it a name: Mobius. A fitting name, though she wasn't quite sure where she'd gotten it from. A book? One of those cryptic stories Pierre used to tell? Either way, it sounded cool to her. Most importantly, she loved snakes. In fact, she loved all sorts of strange creatures and wondered if she could finally see a goblin or a house elf in person one day. While others gagged and screamed at the sight of snakes and insects, she simply admired their sublime beauty, a gift bestowed upon these creatures by nature. Perhaps she appreciated some things that others simply didn't see.
Perhaps she could hide Mobius just a little longer...
Just then, the porch door creeked open and Kiana froze in place. She heard the unmistakable sound of her mother's sandals against the smooth, firm wood. Kiana slowly stood up, paralyzed with fear and hoping for the tempest to pass soon. Mobius was still right behind her, clear as day. Her mother froze and shuddered, trying not to scream in front of her daughter.
"What are you doing out here?" Her mother asked, rather calmly.
"Getting some fresh air, Ma. I promise it's no big deal. I'll go inside," Kiana offered, slowly sidling towards the door. Her mother hesitated.
"You were plaything with the snake. So, you will get rid of it." Her mother said firmly, olding Kiana back. She felt the lump in her throat rise and tried to avoid eye contact with her mother (and the snake).
"Please, Ma. It's an innocent creature, I promise it means us no harm! It'll go away, and it's not venomous! I did my research!" Kiana argued. Never had she imagined that she would talk back to her mother.
"Get rid of it, now!" Her mother half-screamed, backing away as the snake hissed and made it's way up the porch. Kiana could sense her mother's fear rising and felt some pity. She remembered the story her mother told, about how her (her mom)'s little sister was killed by a snake.
Just then, a hiss escaped Kiana's mouth. She could hardly comprehend what she was doing and what kind of lingo she was speaking.
Please, leave my mother alone. She hissed softly, and for a moment she realized.
Parseltounge. She was a parselmouth.
Very well, my child.
And the snake slithered away.
It didn't sit well with him when Kiana wrote that dreadful owl saying she had been sorted into house Slytherin.
Even Kiana herself cried that night in the common room, wondering what was different about her and if she would turn out okay. But deep inside, she knew her secret.
It started on a foggy evening when Kiana was ten. She knelt in the soggy and moist grass of her backyard, marveling at a beautiful grass snake that had wandered into the family's space. The snake was a frequent visitor of the family and, as Kiana predicted, was female and already built a nest somewhere in a dark corner of the garden. Breeding season loomed. Kiana knew her mother, who had a deathly fear of snakes, would find out eventually and was quietly contemplating what to do with the snake. She didn't know how to handle snakes and could not relocate it, and besides, she didn't know where she'd relocate it to anyways. She did bring food to it every day - little scraps of veal or morsels of chicken - so the snake probably wouldn't be pleased anyways. Kiana already formed a strong bond with the snake and couldn't bear to let it go. She'd given it a name: Mobius. A fitting name, though she wasn't quite sure where she'd gotten it from. A book? One of those cryptic stories Pierre used to tell? Either way, it sounded cool to her. Most importantly, she loved snakes. In fact, she loved all sorts of strange creatures and wondered if she could finally see a goblin or a house elf in person one day. While others gagged and screamed at the sight of snakes and insects, she simply admired their sublime beauty, a gift bestowed upon these creatures by nature. Perhaps she appreciated some things that others simply didn't see.
Perhaps she could hide Mobius just a little longer...
Just then, the porch door creeked open and Kiana froze in place. She heard the unmistakable sound of her mother's sandals against the smooth, firm wood. Kiana slowly stood up, paralyzed with fear and hoping for the tempest to pass soon. Mobius was still right behind her, clear as day. Her mother froze and shuddered, trying not to scream in front of her daughter.
"What are you doing out here?" Her mother asked, rather calmly.
"Getting some fresh air, Ma. I promise it's no big deal. I'll go inside," Kiana offered, slowly sidling towards the door. Her mother hesitated.
"You were plaything with the snake. So, you will get rid of it." Her mother said firmly, olding Kiana back. She felt the lump in her throat rise and tried to avoid eye contact with her mother (and the snake).
"Please, Ma. It's an innocent creature, I promise it means us no harm! It'll go away, and it's not venomous! I did my research!" Kiana argued. Never had she imagined that she would talk back to her mother.
"Get rid of it, now!" Her mother half-screamed, backing away as the snake hissed and made it's way up the porch. Kiana could sense her mother's fear rising and felt some pity. She remembered the story her mother told, about how her (her mom)'s little sister was killed by a snake.
Just then, a hiss escaped Kiana's mouth. She could hardly comprehend what she was doing and what kind of lingo she was speaking.
Please, leave my mother alone. She hissed softly, and for a moment she realized.
Parseltounge. She was a parselmouth.
Very well, my child.
And the snake slithered away.
we're not allowed to share irl info right? this is sirin btw
"if rescuing you is a sin...then i'd gladly become a sinner."
-Raiden Mei
iNPC: Kiyoko Nakamura
26 Mar 2023, 20:58
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Sirin?? I didn't know you deactivated?Kiana Nakamura wrote: 26 Mar 2023, 20:57 ya'll whaddya think of my parsel application
ReducioMany people marvel at Kiana, despite not having known her for long. She turns heads wherever she goes and many people complement her parents for raising "such a dignified, beautiful, polite young lady." She was everyone's role model. Yet, Kiana didn't quite think so. She lived in an odd wizard family with strict parents in a desolate house far from muggle civilization. Even worse, she was different, at least in her father's eyes. Her father, Pierre Toussaint, attended Hogwarts as a Gryffindor, and a proud one to say the least. He held his daughter to sky-high standards and expected Kiana to be sorted into Gryffindor.
It didn't sit well with him when Kiana wrote that dreadful owl saying she had been sorted into house Slytherin.
Even Kiana herself cried that night in the common room, wondering what was different about her and if she would turn out okay. But deep inside, she knew her secret.
It started on a foggy evening when Kiana was ten. She knelt in the soggy and moist grass of her backyard, marveling at a beautiful grass snake that had wandered into the family's space. The snake was a frequent visitor of the family and, as Kiana predicted, was female and already built a nest somewhere in a dark corner of the garden. Breeding season loomed. Kiana knew her mother, who had a deathly fear of snakes, would find out eventually and was quietly contemplating what to do with the snake. She didn't know how to handle snakes and could not relocate it, and besides, she didn't know where she'd relocate it to anyways. She did bring food to it every day - little scraps of veal or morsels of chicken - so the snake probably wouldn't be pleased anyways. Kiana already formed a strong bond with the snake and couldn't bear to let it go. She'd given it a name: Mobius. A fitting name, though she wasn't quite sure where she'd gotten it from. A book? One of those cryptic stories Pierre used to tell? Either way, it sounded cool to her. Most importantly, she loved snakes. In fact, she loved all sorts of strange creatures and wondered if she could finally see a goblin or a house elf in person one day. While others gagged and screamed at the sight of snakes and insects, she simply admired their sublime beauty, a gift bestowed upon these creatures by nature. Perhaps she appreciated some things that others simply didn't see.
Perhaps she could hide Mobius just a little longer...
Just then, the porch door creeked open and Kiana froze in place. She heard the unmistakable sound of her mother's sandals against the smooth, firm wood. Kiana slowly stood up, paralyzed with fear and hoping for the tempest to pass soon. Mobius was still right behind her, clear as day. Her mother froze and shuddered, trying not to scream in front of her daughter.
"What are you doing out here?" Her mother asked, rather calmly.
"Getting some fresh air, Ma. I promise it's no big deal. I'll go inside," Kiana offered, slowly sidling towards the door. Her mother hesitated.
"You were plaything with the snake. So, you will get rid of it." Her mother said firmly, olding Kiana back. She felt the lump in her throat rise and tried to avoid eye contact with her mother (and the snake).
"Please, Ma. It's an innocent creature, I promise it means us no harm! It'll go away, and it's not venomous! I did my research!" Kiana argued. Never had she imagined that she would talk back to her mother.
"Get rid of it, now!" Her mother half-screamed, backing away as the snake hissed and made it's way up the porch. Kiana could sense her mother's fear rising and felt some pity. She remembered the story her mother told, about how her (her mom)'s little sister was killed by a snake.
Just then, a hiss escaped Kiana's mouth. She could hardly comprehend what she was doing and what kind of lingo she was speaking.
Please, leave my mother alone. She hissed softly, and for a moment she realized.
Parseltounge. She was a parselmouth.
Very well, my child.
And the snake slithered away.
we're not allowed to share irl info right? this is sirin btw
"Where's the bloody rum?" -Captain Jack Sparrow
Lily McCoire/ Alicia Matthews