Rikkali Fyre Second Year Gryffindor

Basic Information:

Name: Rikkali Fyre
Age: 11 years
Height: 5'1"
Birthday: 30 October 2013
School Year: Second Year
House: Gryffindor
Race: Dhampir
Blood Status: Half-blood
Nationality: Irish
Wand: 27,1 cm Aspen Wood and Unicorn Hair
Abilities: None

Appearance:
Has a striking hue of strawberry-blond hair that seems to catch every ray of sunlight, giving her a radiant but unpredictable glow. Her eyes are a piercing, ice cold blue color, which appears to turn black in the darkness, due to their pupils expanding. Her skin is paler than usual and corpse-like. There are gaps where normal humans would have their canines. Retractable fangs rest within a pocket of their gums. She stands slightly taller than average, at 5.1ft. She had been an earlier bloomer; therefore, her body is much curvier than other girls her age.

Personality:
She has a temper that matches her red hair and her piercing, ice cold blue eyes. While she has never outright harmed another, she loves playing pranks that others might not enjoyed having played on them. She's quiet and tends to observe her surroundings before interacting, if she decides to interact at all. Her quiet demeanor is often mistaken for a person who is a pushover, she is far from being a pushover.

Background Story:

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Rikkali never knew her parents as most others knew theirs. She had been just a year

old, when her parents died. Her parents had taken the small child to some important event. A storm had swept in during the event. As the storm continued to rage, it masked the attack that had followed. Her father, a Vampire, had fought the unknown attackers (unknown to Rikkali as she was just a year-old child) with devastating injuries. Rikkali's mother, a Human, had placed the small child beneath a covered table, in hopes the child would be safe. As her mother turned to face the attackers, she had been killed immediately. During the attack, the table Rikkali had been placed under, had collapsed upon her. When the attack was over, Rikkali's parents had been found nearby the table that she was under. Her mother already deceased, and her father's injuries were severe. He and his daughter had been taken to St. Mungos, but he passed away three hours later, due to his injuries and the refusal of being treated due to his Vampiric status. Rikkali survived with only a gash on her cheek. Rikkali was healed by one of the Mediwizards at St. Mungos.

Unfortunately, the death of her parents had left her an orphan, and she had been sent

to a temporary home to be adopted out, which didn't take long, as she was just a newborn. The first year and half went by smoothly. She laughed, cried, played just like a normal babe. But shortly after she turned two years, that was when things started going wrong for her. The wizarding family she had been placed with seemed to be oblivious to what was happening. She had difficulty being out in the direct sunlight, painfully burning within the hour. As she aged, she became a bit of a problem child.

Eventually, she was sent away to be taken in by another wizarding family. She always

would try hiding the accidents, but the truth always revealed itself in the end. But her new foster parents seemed to overlook it all. She thought something had been wrong with her at first, until her foster parents finally gave her an explanation. When Rikkali was nearing her eleventh birthday, her foster parents had finally sat her down and fully explained everything, which explained why her past transgressions didn't matter to these foster parents. That explanation also revealed how her real parents had died, leaving her an orphan. With the truth about her parents being revealed, filled her with anger. When she finally received her Acceptance letter, determination had set in. Determined to learn all she can, to master all that she needed. Then one day, maybe she would cross those responsible for the death of her parents. She hopes that she would be the one responsible for putting a stop to them, one way or another. She hoped to be there when the verdict came, and they were sent to Azkaban.

First School Year:

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Due to her high curiosity, her love for exploration, Rikkali's first year at the magical

school was far from eventful. And she loved every moment of it. Even the parts she can't remember. She set up her pranks, watched those unexpecting fall for those pranks. She explored nearly nightly. It had been one of those nights, she was exploring. This time she was alone, normally her new friends would accompany her, but not this time. They were sound asleep in their beds.

Rikkali had troubles sleeping, so she slipped out to explore. She had found herself on

the seventh floor. Rikkali remembers walking down that corridor, stopping in front of the old tapestry admiring a depiction of Barnabas the Barmy. She had heard of the Room of Requirements but had yet to find it. As she was admiring the tapestry, her mind wandering off onto imagining finding an unexplored place, or rather unexplored by her, place that was exciting. From behind her she could hear a noise like stone sliding against stone. She jumped and whipped around to find a large door in the center of what had been a bare wall.

Rikkali wasted no time at all. Something in the back of her mind had said get inside

now, before you lose the chance to see what was in there. She had done just that and slipped inside without anyone seeing her. If it had been the Room of Requirements, which she was pretty sure it was, inside was amazing. There were so many old and vintage things; Books, trinkets, wardrobes. There was even some color changing wigs. Not the simple color changing like dyeing or a simple change of color hair. These wigs flashed colors as if they were the lights on a festive Yule tree.

She remembered finding this one particular book, one that most likely should have

been in the Restricted Section of the Library. It absorbed her attention so much that she hadn't a clue of what her surroundings were. Rikkali had sat on some old chair beneath a tower of old, decrepit junk. She lost herself within the pages. As she turned the page to continue on in the book, something shoved hard out of those pages. I looked like a huge dark cloud yet felt solid when it slammed into her chest. Which caused her chair, with her in it, to be knocked backwards. That had started a chain of events. She had slammed hard into that tower of old decrepit junk, which in turn had fell, hitting another tower of stuff. Rikkali tried getting up, to run, but the air had been knocked from her lungs but whatever it had been that came out of that book.

The chain of reaction continued, tower after tower of trinkets, books and junk fell,

creating a ginormous mess, which boomeranged back around. Now she was in the direct path of destruction. She did her best to get up. She started to run, but wasn't fast enough, as the towers of destructions had caught up to her. Something hard had hit her head, knocking her unconscious, which led her to be buried beneath the debris. That was the last thing she remember before waking in the Hospital Wing. Apparently, she had been unconscious when her friends had somehow found her. Rikkali had remained unconscious for a very long time, her friends visiting her and sitting with her daily. She ended up missing a lot of classes, exams etc... She wasn't happy with that situation, nor was she happy with not remembering anything after picking up that book. Never has she been so engorged into a book that placed her in some sort of danger.

Upon learning that she would not be Graduating with the rest of her class, and

especially her friends, that angered her. She had missed too many classes and exams. She was told she'd be held back, while her friends went on without her. She will just have to work much harder than everyone else.

F.I.O.M:

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Rikkali had been just a little over five years when her magic first appeared. She had

been left in the living room with toys, alone. She and her foster mother had just returned home from shopping. Her foster father had been at work. The fireplace had been dark and cold while they were away, and her foster mother had left it that way while she put the groceries away.

The home was built in an open concept; therefore, the foster mother could 'see' her in

the living room. But just as she turned her back to put something into the cupboard, flames were shooting out of the fireplace. At five years old, Rikkali sat a short distance from the fireplace, giggling as the flames were licking toward her and she had her hand outstretched toward the flames. While there had been no actual proof that Rikkali had been the culprit, the foster parents knew and blamed her for the incidents. They weren't the nicest parents. Rikkali always felt out of place and as if she didn't belong there, therefore became a bit of a problem child after that, so much so that those who fostered her got fed up and sent her away to be taken in by another family. The new foster parents were better. At least they tried explaining to her what was happening, even if they did keep the knowledge of her parents from her until she received her Acceptance letter.