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[Luxury Barbie]

Following Destiny Royally

x x x x x Charlotte Snow


✦ Lineage... Snow White (Snow White) tab tab ✦ Side... Royal tab tab ✦ Luxury Barbie
✦ Charlotte Snow is traditional to a fault. While she is sympathetic to those with less than favorable endings to their tales, she is a firm believer that it is imperative that everyone follow the footsteps of their ancestors in order to best preserve their lineage. Usurping the main role in one of the oldest fairytales is the main contributor to her strict feelings on the matter. Seeing that so many are taking the 'Following Your Heart' approach not only breaks her heart, but infuriates her. While she isn't the spokes-model for the 'Destiny' campaign, she isn't shy about re-stating her opinion and tossing around her authority. When school politics aren't brought up, she is as pleasant to be around as one could be. Both understanding and a good listener, Charlotte makes it a point to get to know people and make judgments based off her own opinion instead of rumors. Although, her endeavors to be friendly to everyone aren't always met with the gratitude and acceptance she optimistically expects.

[Luxury Barbie]

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Charlotte Snow
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❝ Send me away with the words of a love song.❞

████████ ✦ ▌Mirror, Mirror

{❣❣} x x x Nicknames... Snow, sometimes Lottie
{❣❣} x x x Age... Seventeen
{❣❣} x x x Gender... Female
{❣❣} x x x Sexuality... Heterosexual
{❣❣} x x x Lineage... Snow White from Snow White
{❣❣} x x x Side of the Conflict... Royal


████████ ✦ ▌Delving Deeper

{❣❣} x x x Powers and Abilities...
๑ Fairest In All the Land - Beauty is power. She receives privlidges others don't and is treated all-around better by most. An added bonus is looking lovely when a normally pretty girl would look unattractive. The dark side is how envious others become of her. Her story has cautioned her to watch out for those whose envy rules them.
๑ Silver Tongue - Her sweet, mild tone can bargain her way out of most anything unfavorable or awkward. The stark, delicate looks she was blessed with heavily influence this power. However, when people look into her big blue eyes, they have difficulties denying her whatever the request.
๑ Voice of an Angel - Like most 'princesses', her voice is pleasant to the ear. Hers in particular is more powerful. While not quite mystifying, it is enchanting, and demands an audience. The clarity and raw emotion that saturates her words often invokes the presence of nearby animals, even when mortal ears are within range.

{❣❣} x x x Likes...
๑ Red - A Fascination For Every Shade
๑ Sweets
๑ Baby Animals - So Cute!
๑ Rainy Days - The Perfect Days
๑ The Forbidden Fruit - Apples
๑ Singing - Mainly to Herself
๑ Swan Lake - It's beautiful, tragic, and joyous all at the same time.

{❣❣} x x x Dislikes...
๑ Tangerine - the Unholy Color
๑ Ignorance - Mainly Regarding Those Unknowledgeable of Their True Fairytale Endings
๑ Conflict - Prefers No Opposition to Her Demands
๑ Corpses - Not That She's Seen Them, Only the Disgust
๑ Mirrors - For the Corruption They Inflict
๑ Outdoors - It's Uncivilized and Dirty
๑ Beauty & the Beast - Can anyone say Stockholm Syndrome, or beasteality?

{❣❣} x x x Fears
๑ Claustrophobia - The Fear of Enclosed, Usually Small Spaces
๑ Nyctophobia - Fear of the Dark
๑ Monophobia - Fear of Being Truly Alone


████████ ✦ ▌The Story Behind the Tale

{❣❣} x x x Personality...
There are many words used to describe Charlotte Snow, but the one that it unanimously boils down to is beauty. Not merely a physical trait, she exudes grace and poise even in her least flattering moments. There has yet to be a single moment in which another person has honestly been able to say that she wasn't somehow radiant. She possesses two dark traits often accompanied by beauty and the knowledge of it: vain and clueless. She spends time appreciating her appearance, and loves to receive compliments on it. not the smartest cookie in the bunch, she is lacking in the realms of natural curiosity and some general common sense. This isn't to suggest she is stupid, however, as she is intelligent when it comes to 'book smarts'. Her intelligence is often lost in translation due to her naivety and optimistic life views. There are even times in which she chooses to be oblivious so that she can retain her innocence, as twisted as the logic is. Charlotte is quite the child at heart, as she is full of energy, easily excitable, stubborn as a mule, shamelessly opinionated, friendly to a fault, a little bossy, and a hopeful dreamer for better things. Such superficial traits might have remained at her core had tragic events not forced her into cold reality. Beneath her playful exterior is a girl who is calm, persistent, thoughtful of others, and genuinely kind.

{❣❣} x x x Biography...
As her predecessor's fairytales began, hers followed closely. Dear Charlotte Snow was born into a loving family to her father, King Eric Rozen, and her mother Scarlet Snow. As per tradition, her mother's surname was kept. She inherited her mother's striking beauty: hair as black as the wood, skin as pale as the glistening snow, and lips the color of blood. A bond far stronger and deeper than appearances was struck between mother and child, for the macabre fairytale might have been avoided had the child been born a boy. Scarlet kept her young daughter in the dark about the grim truth concerning their livelihood. Fantastical stories about a prince who would come to save her after misfortune struck were the lullabies that allowed Charlotte to live in blissful ignorance. Never-mind the fact that her wicked step-mother was destined to die from dancing on red hot irons, or that she was destined to feign death three times. As long as there was a rare happy ending for her, Charlotte was able to justify any means of turmoil she might endure.

However, mother-dearest had not been honest with the girl, for the truth behind the story was far too terrifying to reveal. The gallant prince who was to rescue her was in fact a necrophiliac. Whether the prince to come was as morbid as the one who had abducted Scarlet mattered not, as the boy was destined to repeat the same events. Instead of piece of apple flying from her throat upon a kiss, or even the coffin-bearers stumbling gait, Charlotte was destined to remain a lifeless still 'doll' within the prince's chambers for many years. Due to her inhuman beauty, she'd remain youthful and the same in appearance the entire time, never to give way to being alive. It would be a cleaning maid who would accidentally dislodge the piece of apple, where Charlotte would instantly wake. Used for whatever purposes, whether a decoration fixed to the wall or something far more sinister, the memories would come flooding back in that instant, and it would be the prince's mother who would ultimately become Charlotte's savior. Doomed to wander in the wild, she would remain there for several years before being tracked down by the prince, who would then no longer be the figure of safety. She would then repeat the cycle unless a male heir was produced. Scarlet had never informed her daughter of these horrible events to come as such a revelation would have turned Charlotte against her father, and completely against the fate she was destined to live out. The ironic, but not misplaced ignorance to her true fate, this version being kept secret from all others except ancient story books, was what spurred the girl into her firm belief that everyone should live out the original writings of their stories, no matter the 'unhappy' endings.

Charlotte had never understood the coldness her mother showed to her father, as the man had been an ideal father, and a seemingly loving man. Both of her parents, and all of those who dwelled in the castle as servants and family members, assured Charlotte that any lack of fondness between her parents was merely a product of her own over-active imagination. That confusion was permanently put to rest as she neared her fifteenth birthday. Her mother passed away from an unknown ailment. In respect for the dead, she silenced any questions that might taint the good memories of her dear mother. The healing process was hurried as she was soon sent to Ever After High to learn about others fairytales as well as prepare for her 'sparking destiny'. Everything was going swimmingly perfect and according to plan until the debate about 'Following Your Heart' arose. Previously obedient students were suddenly in an uproar about which they should commit to. As stated before, her reasoning for vehemently declaring her insistence to sticking with the old writing was not only to preserve the precious stories contained in it, but one of selfish descent as well. She was blinded by the fact that she was going to receive a rare happy ending. After all, if she could cheat death three times, yet still feel his icy grip, everyone else could surely endure their own demons. If their stories resulted in death, they'd surely be much happier in their afterlives than trying to escape their inevitable fates.

It was during the summer and winter vacations back home that Charlotte became appreciative of Ever After High's politics and other distractions. Without her mother there, the castle was lifeless. The servants had less energy, and were far more secluded. Those who normally would have spoken with her for hours were suddenly shrewd and suspicious of her. Several of those servants she'd grown up with treated her like the princess she was, and an object to behold rather than the friend she was to them. Yet the most distinctive change of all was in her father. A man who had been loving, doting, kind, gentle and charming had changed entirely. His love had changed to desperation and obsession. While he was still gentle and his words as charming as ever, there was a new sharpness lurking beneath the surface. Even dense little Charlotte could sense the malice lurking beneath the fragile composure. She had been elevated from a daughter to an object of worship.

{❣❣} x x x Relationships...
๑ Hydrus Octans : She genuinely considers him a friend as they share the same passionate views on their current school politics involving sticking to the truth and following one's heart. Even in times that he may use her for the influence she has on others, she remains clueless, and loyal to his side and their cause to a fault.

๑ Isaak Kazimir : relationship blurb
๑ Synnøve Mauricedottir : relationship blurb

๑ Ash Shadowmoon : relationship blurb
๑ Sarah Dance : relationship blurb
๑ name : relationship blurb

{❣❣} x x x Puppeteer...
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[Luxury Barbie]

LIPS AS RED AS BLOOD » HAIR AS BLACK AS NIGHT
{ BRING ME YOUR HEART, MY ❞
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____★______DEAR SNOW WHITE

Having been whisked away to school so abruptly after her mother's death had proved more detrimental than helpful. Charlotte required time to heal, and instead, she'd been forced to wear a smile and put on face in order to make a good name for herself in her first year attended Ever After High. Summer breaks, along with any other breaks throughout school, were awkward. Her father was no longer the jovial man she'd once gazed at the stars with, or made up stories about the garden flowers. He was a dark shell who saw nothing but her mother Scarlet within her. It didn't matter how many times Charlotte told him that her mother, his wife, was dead, or how many times she tried to explain that the woman wasn't coming back. He would never hear any of it, and he'd become somewhat obsessed, seeing Charlotte as some sort of trophy instead of his precious little girl. Others might revel in the sudden change in events, and be glad they no longer had to attend to any needs, that their only job was to be pretty. But she hated it. She hated not being able to live, of being treated like she was made of porcelain and might break if she did anything other than sit or lay down. It was de-humanizing, but most of all, it was clinging to the past. It didn't do to dwell on dreams, in her opinion.

Days before, she'd been completely packed and eager to leave. Ever After High was a much better alternative to a gloomy castle. Though she quite liked the school. People were pleasant, for the most part, and there was never a dull moment. The best of all was the upcoming events: she was to proclaim her allegiance to following out the role of her mother, and becoming the beloved princess, Snow White. It would require a name change, at least temporarily, but that was a small sacrifice for her sparkling future. After all, Charlotte was one of the very few heroines who would receive a happy ending to fall back on. She only needed to endure the lasting effects of death three times before she'd be awoken via kiss by a handsome prince. Everyone knew the story well, but it was that very ending that kept her so adamant on her views. Had she been the recipient of death, or a disabled life, she would have been protesting like everyone else. However, she was selfish, and relished in the fact that she would get everything her heart desired, and more. If the stories all changed, where would her happy ending be?

Having been transported through the mirror travel, she entered the corridors of Ever After High. Servants couldn't assist her with her bags, so she was forced to carry her own luggage to her room. Had she not been lounging about all summer, Charlotte would have batted her dark, thick lashes and asked an unsuspecting boy to carry them for her. However, it was a relief to do something for herself for a change. Disregarding the blisters she'd no doubt get from having chosen to wear heels on the first day, she bounded up the stairs with energy to spare. Each year held new events to both treasure and explore. She wanted to make sure to start her year off right by claiming a side of the room so that her roommate would be sure to recognize her before she went to meet new students and old friends. Entering the room, she couldn't help but frown at how drab it was without decorations. It seemed apparent that her roommate hadn't shown up yet, but that wasn't going to stop her from guessing. Promptly, she began unpacking. Her previous enthusiasm had worn thin, and she envied those who possessed magic. Surely they could cast a spell and make their suitcases unpack themselves. Not wanting to over-decorate and miss out on greeting new students, she made sure that her bed was made up completely and that a vanity mirror was on full display. Her furnishings were elegant, but the designs were so traditional that only an uncultured swine wouldn't recognize who they were sharing space with.

Before leaving the room, she admired her reflection from the mirror she'd hung. As always, Charlotte was breath-takingly beautiful. Her thick, long, dark hair had been expertly coiffed into an up do consisting of braids and twists. Her skin was as pale as snow, which was easily the most beautiful weather phenomena, and predictably, her lips were the shade of freshly oxidized blood. She only wore make-up on rare occasions, having never needed it. Her gaze drifted down to her clothes, and she immediately became enamored with trying to straighten her bodice, as it was slightly off centered. Smoothing down her cream skirt over a liberal amount of tulle, she cast a final glance at her facial features before leaving. While she was far from the brightest girl, she did know that the best place to view faces both old and new was the hallways. Unless everyone chose mirror travel to get to school, they would all have to pass by at some point. Planting her feet firmly at the end of a line of gilded lockers, she hummed a whimsical tune while playing the waiting game.



show me snow white in the halls, by the lockers
with a smile and a song waiting for people to pass by
who's the fairest of them all? no one
//ooc// outfit and song links are in the pictures

[Luxury Barbie]

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Hours had passed since Alphonse had experienced the unsettling, realistic dream. His brain had tried to block it from his memory to no avail. No matter what important studies he engaged in, or whatever events he partook in, the dream cropped into his thoughts. Having woken up in a cold sweat and visibly disturbed, he'd had little choice but to seek his friend's council, lest they pester him about it. Unique and disturbing dreams weren't uncommon in Slytherin house. Many had them and initially believed it marked them for some special destiny. He and his friends were far more rational, and didn't believe in such naïve hopes as was preached majorly by the Divination professor. His friends had told him to brush it off, and he'd agreed at the time. But leaving those thoughts in the past were a lot harder said than done. He'd tried to convince himself that it meant nothing, that it was all just a bad dream, but had failed to do so. Was this how other people felt when they had allegedly important dreams?

His skepticism concerning the dream hadn't kept him from going about his day normally. Regardless of the thoughts that plagued him, he'd managed to convince his friends that he was fully engaged. His body had worked on auto-pilot through Potions, Transfiguration and Ancient Runes. Lunch was up next, and his stomach was aching with anticipation for the hearty dishes always served. Al walked beside Edward, his best friend. They had nearly identical class schedules, the only difference being in their second elective. Edward had chosen Care of Magical Creatures in place of Arithmacy, and the two would split up after lunch. The two boys walked to the Great Hall side-by-side, casually conversing about the Thestrals that were rumored to be the subject of Ed's next class. Al mainly listened, interested to learn more about his friend's passion.

Find me... a malevolent sounding voice whispered.

Al stopped short, looking behind them. There was no one to be seen, and everyone ahead of them was too far away to be heard if they had spoken so softly. Edward stopped as well, turning to face him.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked, quirking a ginger brow.

Al shook his head, trying to get a grip. But it happened again.

Alphonse.... Find me.

A shiver traveled the length of Al's body, and he looked back once again. Where had the voice come from, and why did it know his name? He was unsure of whether he wanted to find it. Yet the odd presence reminded him of his dream. The voice was similar to that of one that had spoken to him from the shadows. But that voice reverberated much lower, dulcet tones that had chilled him to the bone. Surely he would have recognized it had it been the same. Looking over to Edward, he noticed his friend appeared concerned.

"I'm fine. Thought I heard someone, that's all." he said weakly, clearing his throat.

Edward didn't look convinced, but didn't press. Swallowing hard, Alphonse led them to the Great Hall, and seated himself near the end of the table. The two boys were soon joined by roommates and other friends. Idle gossip soon drowned out all the concern he'd had for hearing that strange voice. It also led to more information about people he had no intentions of ever speaking to. Apparently a few students in other houses were acting differently. One had been interacting with people of higher blood status, while another had been poking her nose around the other houses. It wasn't so much that he cared, merely that he intended to avoid these few nosy people. They had no business with him anyways. Unlike some of the people in his house, Alphonse mainly kept to himself and his crew. They had no interest in abusing other students, merely furthering their own knowledge to obtain a suitable career when they graduated. With the follow-up classes concerning Apparating, there was no time in his schedule to ruin other people's lives.

Placing his napkin over his plate, he stood up from the table and exited the group. He walked toward the east wing and ascended part of the tower to get to the inconveniently located classroom for Arithmacy. If it wasn't a required course for becoming an Alchemist, he wouldn't have bothered, for the stairs were steep and there was no hand-rail. Someone broke a bone each year. While it was easily mended by the nurse, he was afraid of heights, and the idea of falling down a flight of sharp stairs didn't appeal. Fortunately, he'd left near the end of lunch, and wasn't the only one in the classroom. Several others had arrived before him, and taken their respective seats. While no one had assigned seating, people clustered in groups to keep from socializing with new people. It was like that in all the classes. Al took his usual seat in the corner at the front of the classroom. While waiting for the professor to enter, he pulled out his textbook and began reading ahead for the sake of getting his homework done early and having a free weekend.

[Luxury Barbie]

_______________________« _CAUSE WE'RE YOUNG & WE'RE RECKLESS, LET'S TAKE THIS WAY TOO FAR

IT'LL LEAVE YOU BREATHLESS,

________██████████████████████████████████████████████████____or __ with __ a __ nasty __ scar __ got __ a __ long __ list _ ↔ _ of ex lovers. they'll tell you i'm insane.
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_______________________________________________________________________▪ __ ▪ __ ▪ ___ SAW YOU THERE AND I THOUGH___OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THAT FACE!__YOU LOOK LIKE MY NEXT MISTAKE. ___▪ __ ▪ __ ▪
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[Luxury Barbie]

luxurylu⊰ ┋ DAUNTLESS◟

luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxDANTE FAUST ❞
luxuryluxuryluxu◞ ⋆ ⇢ dante ∥ sixteen ∥ dauntless ∥ not divergent ∥



tab fear: fire.
tab fear: spiders.
tab fear: losing control.
tab fear: dying.
tab fact: has anger problems.
tab fact:

luxuryluxuryluxurychivalrous ⋆ competitive ⋆ daring ⋆ charismatic ⋆ reckless

luxurylu⊰ ┋ ERUDITE◟

luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxEMILY KERR ❞
luxuryluxuryluxu◞ ⋆ ⇢ emmy ∥ sixteen ∥ abnegation ∥ not divergent ∥



tab fear: murder.
tab fear: claustrophobic.
tab fear: drowning.
tab fear: heights.
tab fact: is clumsy.
tab fact: awareness during simulations; not divergent.
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[Luxury Barbie]

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The life of a rockstar had it's ups and downs, mainly downs as far as Judas was concerned. He'd sold his soul and done covers of pop music that everyone adored just for the sake of remaining relevant. The first one was only ever for fun, and at the time he'd have shamelessly admitted he enjoyed the song. However, by the time the masses had taken a liking to his first cover, his producer had decided that he needed to continue doing covers, from the same person. Licenses had been purchased, so it wasn't stealing, but the entire thing just felt dirty. He never wanted to become famous by coasting on someone else, yet he'd done exactly that. Finally, he had the life he'd been dreaming of since he was eight. It didn't just work out for him though. The other members of the band were heavily effected, now having a stable job and the same dream fulfilled. They were all living the life, and going on a real tour, not some chicken s**t gig where he acted as the warm-up to someone else. For once, ever single ticket to his concert would be sold out. It was with those happy thoughts that he descended into the lions den.

The busy schedule he'd recently inherited was still surreal. In one morning's time he'd been busy every single moment, and had to sneak off just to get breakfast. His morning had started off early and hard with a vigorous workout. He'd barely had time to clean up before they whisked him away to get his hair professionally styled so he'd look appropriate for the interview later in the day. The woman had fixed his hair the exact same way that he would have himself, only using much fancier products. Finally, he'd spent his final hour before noon hit going over possible documented answers for the interview. Apparently free speech and natural reactions weren't wanted...Not when he had a tendency to be so crude. Coming in to rehearse all of three minutes late, Judas was immediately rounded upon by both his manager, producer, and a few other people in charge. The argument was dispelled only after he felt fully affronted. Hoping to elude the woman he'd be performing with, as he had already decided she was a stuck-up prima-donna with zero class and zero grasp on cold reality, he went to the other members of his band, all of who had arrived early.

It was crazy to think that they had all been friends since high school, writing and playing music in his mom's garage. Everyone had changed so much. Derek, the bass guitarist still emanated a business feel with his close cropped hair, lack of piercings, no body art policy, and tucked-in shirt. The only real difference was the weight loss. After their first big paycheck came in, everyone had done something, and for Derek, it was liposuction. Few people managed to keep the weight off, but that being said, few people were as a**l about their entire life's schedule. Sebastian, the drummer, had grown his hair out to his back, dyed it black, and had been in the tattoo shop with Judas more often than not. Judas considered Sebastian his best friend, as they'd been close even before the band started. They remained bros, even after Ronnie came into the picture. Ronnie was their old manager. She had changed her position to merchandise designer and full-time roadie when the corporation stepped in. Back when they were starting out, both he and Sebastian had fallen hard for her. What wasn't to love about a girl with blue hair, more piercings than any other girl would have dared get, and the cutthroat, take no prisoners crude attitude she owned. His first impression of her was hell's goddess. He won her over immediately, being the vocals and the soul of the band, but Bastian got the last laugh, since he was currently dating Ronnie. Fortunately, the break-up had been both clean and mutual; there were no hard feelings. Finally was the lead guitarist, Lars. Everyone had given the guy hell for originally being from Canada, but the long-running joke had gone stale a few years back. It was the only thing anyone could say bad about the guy, since he was a talent-house. Lars could play electric and classical guitar, piano, and the cello. The guy practically a musical prodigy of some sort. Lars too, was covered in ink and had stretched ears. Each and every one of them looked the part of newly defined rock and roll.

"It pays to be on time." Bastian said sarcastically, adeptly twirling his drumsticks.

The satanic lovechild of a sneer and a half-smile greeted Judas' lips like an old friend as he held out his fist. Bastian completed the bump while managing to keep one of his drumsticks in motion. It was a useless, but awesome talent far ahead of its time.

"Yeah, I guess it does. Still not seeing 'Miss Thing' yet." he sneered, tone bitter. "Apparently time constraints don't apply to her."

Everyone else got 'that look' on their faces. That particular expression meant they were teasing him by not saying anything, but building the tension in a way so that he knew they were silently mocking him. It was the look that friends always gave each other when they knew a well-kept secret. Only in this case, that secret was non-existent.

"She's around here somewhere. Why do are you always so interested in her whereabouts?" Bastian asked, breaking the silence to confirm the worst.

"It's not like she's gonna disappear if you let her out of your sights." Derek joined, choosing his words cautiously.

"Can't believe you're even going for a beauty queen type anyways. High maintenance isn't attractive." Lars stated. "Girls like that only eat through your wallet so they can ditch you for someone smarter, richer and better looking. Get out while you still can."

"Lay off guys." Ronnie interjected, her scarlet lips pressed into a scowl. "You don't even know her. Maybe she’s got a heart of gold.”

Judas rolled his eyes, a gesture that put him front and center stage again.

"Well? Gonna answer?" Bastion pressed.

"I just hate double standards." he replied through his teeth, shooting everyone a death glare. "That’s. All."

”I’d say that too.” Derek said, not quite under his breath.

Judas flushed pink, but kept his composure. ”Whatever. I’m not going to argue. Just get set up.”

They dispersed and got in place, ready to start when given their cue. Fortunately, everything was already pre-placed, so all the set-up and clean-up would fall to someone else.

[Luxury Barbie]

[Luxury Barbie]

Harry Potter was supposed to be dead. Everyone assumed it to be so, everyone who was not a Death Eater or otherwise closely affiliated with the Dark Lord. Upon hearing the prophecy that could be his undoing, Voldemort knew he had to do something to prevent his fate. Creating Horcruxes to prevent his death was not enough: Voldemort had to ensure that no person could hold power over his life. The only solution he could to transcend death was to gain the boy's trust, a feat he could not manage if the child was to remain at home.

Alone, he stole away to Godric's Hollow in the dead of the night and sneaked into the Potter's home. He stole away the infant boy undetected, and in his immediate ease of mind, forgot all about the other boy also born at the end of the summer. The Potters were devastated; many searches were created in hopes of finding the child, but even the hope of the people had limits. It was snuffed out over time when no results were produced.

Voldemort became Harry's surrogate father. He took a liking to the boy, as much he could when he was incapable of feeling love, and could scarcely understand its concept. The child was raised in secrecy with assistance by the Death Eaters. The Malfoy's in particular proved to be exceptionally useful in this regard, as Narcissa's affection for her own son was extended to Harry, and Lucius' immaculate home often provided them with sanctuary as they transitioned between homes to remain in hiding. The Malfoy's were clever enough to hide their affiliations with the Dark Lord, and led a double life that allowed them to fit into both societies, though not without inconveniences. Some were suspicious of them, and performed routine check ups that were as fruitless as their search for Harry had been.

To raise the boy so that he would be loyal, Voldemort told a fraction of the truth. Harry knew that his parents were alive, but believed lies that they despised him and had tried to murder him. Harry believed that Voldemort had intercepted him upon learning of their cruelty, not one for needless bloodshed. The Potter's chronic searching for Harry was a product of their vengeance, a tribute to their bloodlust. Their love was transformed into an evil that instilled a great fear in Harry at a tender age, and allowed his loyalty to his kind, generous surrogate father to formulate.

Being that Harry could not attend any official school without alerting the entire magical world of his existence, he was taught by Voldemort himself, and tutored by many of the elite Death Eaters. Harry received every advantage and privilege that would be expected of the Dark Lord's heir. His learning was far advanced than that of his few peers, and what he lacked in information of the outside world was dutifully filled in by Draco, Vincent and Greggory.

But being shut in throughout so many years led to curiosity. A burning desire to see the world and fight against the unfair advantages that Mudbloods received took hold in Harry's heart. More than anything, he wanted to repay his father and make the man proud. All the training and patience had eventually paid off as Harry was receiving his first outing. It would be a simple trip where he'd tail Lucius in Diagon Alley, just enough of an appearance to test the waters. The end product would see how suspicious the Ministry still was of Lucius, and it would show how Harry handled himself in public.

He was assumed to be beyond recognition, having just crested adulthood. His unruly black hair was tamed into a sleek style reminiscent of Voldemort's, as the man had yet to tear his soul into further fragments and obscure his appearance beyond that of a recognizable human form. A a well tailored grey suit became Harry, but was hidden by a smart green cloak. The round spectacles he wore and needed in order to see well were hidden away in his pocket as to not entirely give him away to all who saw his face. His wand was tucked inside his pocket, ready to be produced at a moment's notice if things went south.

He entered the foyer of the Riddle estate. The home was clean but in disarray from neglect. Voldemort was seated in the velvet armchair, sickly pallid skin grotesquely illuminated in the dim light of the fire. Harry approached quietly, stepping aside Nagini, the large pet snake his father kept for companionship. Fearless, he looked into Voldemort's red-tinted eyes, promising to be safe and return soon. It was then that Lucius entered, interrupting their moment. Harry stepped away anxiously, leaving with the blond man, apparating into Diagon Alley. It was the first time Harry had apparated anywhere public. As soon as the nausea left, he pulled his cloak over his face and squinted to see Lucius' platinum hair gently swaying ahead. Harry followed as best as he could, trying not to be conspicuous as he stumbled along semi-blind.

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Wilhelmina Briars had a laundry list of complaints, starting from her earliest years. Her pureblood extremist family had been broken long before she came along. Charlotte, Mina's mother, was stricken with grief when her twin Charles eloped with a Muggle. Charlotte spiraled into depression; stress from the family and her husband Eric caused Charlotte to fall into an insane rage that resulted in Eric's tragic, accidental death. Charlotte was hospitalized in St. Mungo's hospital, and her daughter was taken in by her elder sister Rosamund.

Mina's aunt was barren, but not for lack of trying. Rosamund was comparable to a professional black widow, using her natural beauty, status and charms to get men to marry her. Once they signed over all their possessions, they'd die from mysterious causes. Men continued lining up, lusting after Rosamund's wealth and beauty. The woman had no troubles convincing her next two husbands to take her maiden name, as their greed clouded their judgment and made them equitable.

Somehow all of this managed to remain quiet from the public eye. Only immediate family, hospital staff and officials knew of Charlotte's insanity, Eric's true cause of death, and Charles' abandonment that sparked it all. While many had speculated that Rosamund had killed her husbands, no proof could be found, and none were brave enough to publically call her on. Likewise, only the necessary officials knew that Mina was not Rosamund's daughter, as the two had a close resemblance.

Hogwarts should have been a cakewalk, but too many students and teachers alike destructed Slytherins. None were exempt from joining the dark forces, and all were punished for a fate that may come to be. She was used to receiving judgment, scrutiny, and cruelty. But Mina wanted to prove them wrong, that not every Slytherin would join He Who Shall Not Be Named, that a Slytherin could bring good and light into the world. This desire spurred her to pursue the difficult and rare art of Alchemy. It required top grades, natural talent and connections, all of which she had.

In her final year at Hogwarts, John Lambsprinke agreed to take her on as his apprentice. An elderly man, he was one of the three living alchemists of the century. She went to work for him immediately, and found that she loved the work more than she'd thought. The long hours and meticulous craft allowed her to escape from the war propaganda that the Ministry and Daily Prophet broadcasted.

Mina punched in with seconds to spare, turning the 'closed' sign to 'open'. They did not receive much business in the morning hours, which allowed her time to set up shop. Tying her stained apron around her waist, she grabbed broom and swept the floor and wiped down both the counter and work stations with a cloth. Once the shop was clean, she produced a small cauldron and got to work on the first potion of the day: a cure-all for mild illnesses. Such things were popular and sold well, while other things such as Felix Felicius, Amortentia, or Philosipher's Secret had to be specially ordered. Most of their wares were advanced pre-made potions, but they were also able to decipher ancient texts from many different languages, and create items from next to nothing.

John was the first to walk in post opening, his bony hand clenched on his gold tipped cane. His weathered face reflected his old age, bushy white brows hunched over his half-lidded dark eyes. His thin figure was cloaked in an emerald cloak that kept his fancy suit protected from the weather. He regarded Mina with a slight nod before making his way to the back, closing his office door behind him. Customer interactions and basic formulas were her duties.

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luxuryluxuryluxuryluxurylux⊰ TIME IS A VALUABLE THING ⇢ WATCH IT FLY BY AS THE PENDULUM SWINGS
luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxur↳ WATCH IT COUNT DOWN
luxuryluxuryluxuryluxurTO THE END OF THE DAY⇣ THE CLOCK TICKS LIFE AWAY
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luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxury▰ ▰ (WATCH THE TIME GO RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW)
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luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxurylux★__I KEPT EVERYTHING INSIDE
luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryEVEN THOUGH I TRIED」 IT ALL FELL APART

luxuryluxuryluxuryluxurylux⊰ I HEARD FROM GOD TODAY ⇢ SHE SOUNDED JUST LIKE ME
luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxur↳ WHO HAVE I BECOME
luxuryluxuryluxuryluxurI SPOKE TO THE DEVIL TODAY⇣ HE SWEARS HE'S NOT TO BLAME
luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryI LOOKED AWAY » I TURNED AWAY
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OC IDEAS:

Twilight:
Cadence Von Tassel: 17 : Human : Paired with Edward
Born as the second daughter in a wealthy family, she lived a life of ease and refinement, learning to become a lady. At the age of ten, the trusted family butler used his position to drug the household... All except Cadence who was sent to bed without supper for being naughty. She awoke to an odd sound, and scurried to the source of the noise, being her elder sister's room. What she spied from peering in the doorway was a sight too awful to describe, illuminated only by a kerosene lamp. Cadence ran to her nanny's room for help, but was instead greeted by a mangled corpse, again, illuminated by a lamp. Her own scream was only drowned out by those of her parents. As she rushed from the horror scene to her parents, she found her way blocked by a growing flame. They were locked within their room, and the fire had spread to her sister's. The staircase behind her was also engulfed in flames, and had bitten into her skin in several places. She ran back to her room, locking the door before putting herself out, tearfully awaiting death.Then it happened, she saw her white cat furiously clawing at the window. Opening it, she mimicked the feline's jump to the tree, and descended to safety.

The more she tried to tell the police and town firemen the tale of what had happened, the more they believed her to be in shock. She was sent for treatment to a place where both her mind and body would be treated. Cadence became the sole heir of what was left of her family's wealth, with much of it used for her care. If she had not been ill of mind before, she was now. All tried to silence her, and deduced what she said to desperate ravings. Her behavior became erratic and unpredictable, and she often murmured of demons that plagued her. She saw things and felt them, her mind more of a prison than the horrific place she dwelled in. As her physical conditions improved and her mentality declined, she was officially admitted to the ward, and placed in an unsanitary cell, where many unsavory treatments awaited her. The only spec of light in the abysmal place was the beautiful doctor Cullen, the one she calls the angel of death, as she sees him for what he is: a beautiful demon come to save her.

Plot: Carlisle can tell Cadence is unwell, and her ranting that he is not human makes him believe she might be special. He brings Edward in as his assistant to talk to Cadence and care for her in menial ways (escort her to her next treatment, make sure she doesn't hurt herself, etc.) all with the intentions of Edward reading her thoughts. Dismissing her as something trivial at first, Edward changes his mind as he glimpses some of the horrors she's suffered, and pieces together her broken past. By this time he realizes she will never be better, and that they will continue to experiment and attempt surgery on her until there is nothing left of her brain to take or scramble. He helps her escape, and has Carlisle turn her to be his (edward's) mate, which in turn heals not only her physical form, but her mentality also.





witch like in salem. basically anne hale knock off. shipped off to America to be kept safe - doesn't know family. hidden with Essex and protected by witch hunters through the many years. ages super slow. moved to forks to avoid hunters in America/suspicion with aging and school.
paired with Jacob.

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luxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryluxuryI'M THE VENGEFUL」 ONE

Pain.


That was how the Demon of the Mist was going to die. Wave after wave of physical and emotional torment. His back was the primary condensation of wounds, though there wasn't a shortage on his front or sides. His arms were entirely worthless at this point, the nerves so damaged from Kakashi's dogs that he couldn't even move his arms on his own. That damn copycat. Who'd have thought he'd die after facing someone who didn't even have his own moves? The pain was so hefty that he was scarcely aware that he was lying in a pool of his own blood.

Darkness.

Blackness was a final comfort, allowing him to block out the many sins of his life, the only one of which he'd ever want to atone for being his follower's death. The boy deserved better, and would now never know what life was. It was the man's only regret. He should have treated Haku better. Zabuza too, was young enough that his own death might have been a tragedy if there were any to mourn him. The sharp knife of a short life was far more cruel than any of life's trials. He wouldn't snivel or beg when he met whatever was on the other side. He would not degrade himself, no matter what was to come.

The ache of all the sharp kunai, shuriken, and senbon that had been impaled in his back was slowly receding. He suspected it was his own blood loss, of his body going numb to the pain, and that his final moments were at hand. The chill in the air had made his body stiff, helping out the soon to set in rigormortis. It wouldn't be long now. His shallow breathing became deeper, less labored. He didn't feel worse... He felt better.

The warmth coursing through his fingertips itched, but no matter how he wiggled around his hands, he couldn't seem to shake the pins and needles feeling. It was a shamefully long period of time before he realized that there was not only feeling in his arms again, but that he could move them. Was this was death was like?

Daring to open his eyes, his blurry visage drank in a face so flawless it could only belong to an angel. While her refined features were unclear as he adjusted to the light once again, he could see the clarity of her light skin, and the rose shade of her lips. Those lips seemed strained, as though she were deep in concentration. "Are you here," he shifted, attempting to sit up. The sudden, sharp sense of pain shooting through his core surprised him enough that the few inches he'd gained were quickly lost. An almost feral sounding grunt emulated from his throat. "to take me to the beyond?" His baritone was gruff, harsh even.

It was as if his speaking had alerted her to something. As his eyes adjusted enough to make out some of her features, she was already bounding away. Was that his mission, to catch up before he could die?

No.

His body felt too good for his fate to be death. She had healed him, to some extent. At any rate, he wasn't dying today. Some part of him was grateful for a second chance at life, not that he intended to change his ways. He would remain a cold blooded assassin, taking as many menial missions and tasks he had to get enough money to attempt his goal of killing the Kurikage. But as of right now, his life was not his own.

He had felt his life force draining. It was why he'd willingly gone in to slaughter all of Gato's thugs without use of his arms and therefore his sword. This woman had saved him, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he was in her debt.

Snarling, he forced his body to push through the pain, to get up and keep going. His gaze glossed over his surroundings as he stood on his feet, his muscular back still leaking blood. Kakashi and those kids were gone, as was Haku's corpse. Presumably they had dug a grave, and had taken his body to it. That's what they'd said they do. He was having trouble remembering, as he'd passed out at least once after accepting his fate.

His sword was nearby, and he wasn't going to leave it, despite being more than capable without it. As long as he remained alive, it would have no other wielder. Picking it up, he hoisted it so it rested on his shoulder, the weight causing his injuries to weep more. The sword was no toy, having a weight comparable to a pre-child, and the sharpness to behead. That was what his sword was known for: beheading. But he had the raw power to take any limb off if the blow stuck unobstructed.

All he could do was follow in the direction he'd seen the woman go. Truly, the more he thought about the details, she seemed familiar. If he was correct, she was in that little town he had frequented for supplies. While she'd usually dodged him when he tried to strike up conversation, and there was no plausible reason for her to be all the way out here, he was positive it was her. His mind raced with other questions, his feet struggling to keep him upright as he tried to keep up.

She was sloppy.

The trail she'd taken was plainly viewed, with small broken twigs or indented grass wherever the snow had melted enough that there were no footprints. With his wounds not being completely healed, since he'd clearly startled her by being well, alive, he was preparing for the long haul in chasing her down. Fate didn't seem to think otherwise.

Other footprints started to show in the snow, sparcer, fresher. He wasn't the only one tracking her down, but he was the only one being careless about it. A predator had no need to fear what was lurking, and he was the predator. But he slowed down anyways, knowing his cockiness had got him into trouble when he was in better shape. He closed his eyes and smelled. There was no blood, yet, so he had no choice but to continue on the trail. The people pursuing her were careful enough, considering they had no reason to think they were being followed.

An annoying amount of time had passed before he could finally see, well, anything. They weren't at that little town yet, but were headed that way. Various outposts were between densely populated areas, with this one being a shelter of sorts for travellers to sleep or get out of the rain. Naturally, one set of footsteps went in there. The other two were no where to be seen, which was only suspicious enough to assume there was an intended ambush. How not ideal.

"Hey lady!" He practically roared, making his way into the basic building. "Thought you could hit and run? Well I can assure you it won't be that easy." He sounded more menacing than intended, or needed. "Don't worry, I'll make this easy." His breath caught, and exhaling was painful. It was from the cold, right? It couldn't have anything to do with the fact that she was beautiful. "Sayuri, right?" He remembered her name, after painstakingly asking around to get it. The woman really hadn't shown any interest whatsoever, so why had she saved him?

The arm holding his sword stretched forward, the guillotine weapon closing the space between them with only inches to spare from her lovely, slender neck. "What were you doing by the bridge construction site?" And as if on cue, he could sense the nearing chakras of those other two sets of footprints. Great. They no doubt saw the blood trail he'd left behind, so there would be no element of surprise. He doubted they'd be intimidated by an injured man. At least he wasn't dying.

"You ruined my death." He frowned, face still visible as he had never bothered covering it again. "I'd be more grateful, but you left me in pretty rough shape, and made me track you down in the snow." His clothes were not meant for cold weather. A bloodied, ripped, skin tight tank top, and his usual camouflage pants. His neck was covered by a small cowl, but it was more for protection than warmth. "I hate being dragged around like that, but you left me no choice, lady."

The sword finally lowered, the end making a divet in the flooring beneath. "You saved my life and I'm in your debt. Until that debt is repaid, consider me at your disposal."