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[Kazza Reaper]

¨°o.O 『 Kezia 』 O.o°¨

☽ Kazza Reaper☾

● ● ● Ӎɣ Ϣɩɭɗ Ϩɩɗə
☪ Panther

● ● ● Ϣɧɑϯ ϓσυ Ҫɑɳ'ϯ Ϩəə
☪

● ● ● Ӎσσɳ Ҫɣɔɭəʂ
☪ 23

● ● ● Ʉɳɗəя Ӎɣ Ҭɑɩɭ
☪ Female

● ● ● Ƚəɑʂɧəɗ
☪ Guard

● ● ● Ίɳ Ӎɣ Ῥɑωʂ
☪ Kezia was born in the wild, but as a cub she was captured by poachers looking to find a pet for the lord of Evermore. The poachers were surprised when they saw that their exotic pet was even more exotic than they had originally thought: the pitiful mewling of the cub had changed to the quiet sobs of a child, they looked to see that the panther now seemed human. Excited that they could make even more money off of their game, the poachers brought her before the lord.

The lord decided to keep her, naming her Kezia and training her to be able to pass as either a panther or a human so that she would be able to do his dirty work if needed. The lord has treated her fairly well and because of that she sees no problem in being his pet if it keeps her alive and healthy. There are times when she leaves the complex that the lord lives in at night to wander the streets and alleys of Evermore. Her nose tells her that there are more animals there than she ever finds and she has grown curious, but she is still loyal to her master even if he isn't one of her own kind.

[Kazza Reaper]

~Leala~

səsuəs ʎɯ ləəɟ ʇ,uɐɔ ı
I just feel the cold
Frozen...
But what can I do?
Frozen...

Sitting on a curbing, head in her hands, a young woman with short white hair streaked with chunks of black and plain brown eyes sat calmly watching as people strode by completely oblivious to the stares that her somewhat scandelous outfit drew. A corset adorned her slender torso and torn shorts covered her waist, though it seemed that the belt she wore covered more than the shorts did. A sleeve was tied to one arm, and a glove covered the other, and even with her strange attire, Leala still wasn't the strangest thing to be found in this city of Evermore.

She had been in the city for about six months now and still it was strange to her, but she wasn't complaining. As a fox, she was a curious person, looking to be in her teens, and curiosity needed to be calmed. She cocked her head curiously as she watched a young woman on the other side of the street. She watched as the young woman layed down and before her eyes the illusion of a human fell and in it's place lay a.... wolf? Strange, she hadn't thought to find any here in a place like this. And then, before her eyes, another appeared beside the female wolf.

'Wolves? Why would wolves gather here? Were they brought here by that strange scent?' she wondered silently, her curiosity perked to a new level. She didn't move while the pair of wolves slept, instead she waited for them to wake and see what they would do.

ʎɐʍ dıls llıʍ ƃuıɥʇʎɹəʌə
Shattered peaces will remainxx
When memories fade into emptiness
Only time will tell its tale
If it all has been in vainxx

[Kazza Reaper]

¦ Rhys Hanham ¦

╔Rhys Hanham sat in a chair looking over the readout of a machine which said that nothing had changed since the last time he had looked at the readout. Same as usual. Which is how Rhys wanted it to stay, at least until his shift was over because he had no idea what he was supposed to do if something did change. It was the same day after day here: watch this body float in this suspended animation and make sure nothing interesting happened to it. It was a boring, thankless job, but it paid the bills and he had the vain knowlege in knowing that this... project, whatever it truly was, was top secret and he, Rhys Hanham, was one of the few people that knew that it even existed, which in truth wasn't knowing much. Rhys wasn't a simple man, but he knew when to keep his mouth shut and follow orders. This project was most definitely one of those times, there was no doubt about that. There were guards that liked to call themselves knights always waiting outside the door, glaring at him whenever he would leave after his shift was over. He supposed that it was a good thing that he didn't have a family of his own, otherwise he was almost certain that their safety would have been threatened by then.

He sighed, not too much longer now, and his shift would be done for that day, and he would be able to go home, or to the bar whichever caught his fancy more, and relax until tomorrow when he would have to come back here and deal with staring at the unchanging readout for another six hours. ╝

What's a man to do, when his work can be a matter of life and death?

[Kazza Reaper]

C i r e
T h exxxB l o o dxxxW o l f

A small child sat in the corner of a dark alley with her head resting on her knees. She was in and out of a restless sleep, the only kind she could find sitting here on the cold, grimy concrete of the ground in Evermore. She was hungry, but she dare not try stealing again because last time she had done that she had been caught and the vendor had threatened to cut off her hands like they did in the old days. She didn't want to lose her hands, or would it be more appropriate if she called them paws? For that's what they were, even if they looked to people like hands, she could still sort of feel through the illusion.

It was all still so new to her, it felt like only yesterday that she had had a home, albeit not the best home there could be, but it had been better than sitting here on the ground waiting to freeze to death or something. In truth, it had only been a week since she had looked in the mirror and looked back at herself through the eyes of a wolf. And she was a tiny wolf. She had known that her family was not truly her own, she had been adopted and she didn't remember before the family had taken her in, but the wolf that had looked back at her was just a baby, so tiny it made her feel like an infant.

Cire balled her hands into fists, wincing slightly because of the bloody cuts on her fingers stinging at the salt and dirt and grime on her fingers. She wished that she could go home, but she knew that if she did her parents would probably cast her right back out for being such a freak. She blinked back tears without lifting her head from her knees. Crying wouldn't solve anything, but being strong would. She would have to be strong, she had been telling herself that since she found herself on the streets.

Someone passed by the mouth of the alley that she was huddled in, Cire tensed hoping that whoever was passing by wouldn't notice her, then again, how often was it that a person would go looking into the dark alleys? Most people avoided them, one could never know what lurked within after all.

I'm searching for a/n/s/w/e/r/s
Not questioned before.
The curse of awareness,
There's no peace of mind.
As your true colors show
A dangerous sign.

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[Kazza Reaper]

The Oracle
Aoede

-Username- Kazza Reaper

-I am... Years old- Seven

Occupation: Code Bearer

Allegiance:Neutral, but will likely side with whoever tells her that her life is not a curse and that she can die if someone's Geass fully manifests.

Nationality: Greek

This is how I am: Oracle is childish and mature at the same time, possibly due to how young she was when she became immortal and her mind trying to mature to handle all of the things that she has witnessed, either firsthand or second. Because of this she is a dark person, though she does have her bubbly side, though very few people see it and even those lucky few don't see it often. She is also undeniably a bit insane, all things considered this isn't surprising.

I shall tell you about myself: Aoede, now known only as the Oracle, was born roughly around 1300 BCE in Greece. Because of her pale features she was thought of as a gift bestowed upon them by the god Apollo, she was given to the Oracles to begin her training. She learned to speak on prophecy in her training with the Oracles, she is trained in the art of propecies and as such is often able to manipulate people to her will. At the age of five, one of the priests told her that she was special and the next thing she knew she could see this man's death. But he was still alive. She was amazed, perhaps she really was an Oracle as those who raised her.

She would close her eyes and see what she would see, she would do this constantly and eventually she would find that she could see more, all the while the riest watched over her. She was named an Oracle at the age of six because of her amazing ability of precognition and prophecy. When she was seven the priest gave her his Code before sacrificing himself to the gods. From that day onward, she did not age and she did not die. She had also lost her ability to see into the future and create prophecies. Her fellow Oracles took her immortality as a sign that she was indeed touched by the gods. Because of that she was able to stay in the temple at Delphi for long after she lost her prophecies ceased. But she was still revered for her immortality. Until the Oracles were no longer respected as they had once been and she was forced out of the temple.

That was when she started travelling the world. Trapped at the young age she was, she had to find people to take her in to avoid suspicion, usually being taken in by travellers who thought that she was left for dead, or whatever other story she told them. She did this until it was no longer commonplace for people to be nomadic, and settled in around the Mediterranean, though she did still manage to travel a lot as every few years she would have to stage her own death and run away so that no one would realize that she didn't age.


Contract/Contractee: There are probably many since she has been known to walk up to a person and give them a Geass, but no one that she's stayed with yet.

I may look nice but I'm quite dangerous: Her sweet, doll-like smile and her ability to manipulate people.

Shhh Don't tell anyone.. : No one, but she might grow to admire someone if she gets to know them well enough.

Give them to me: Ancient Greek culture and religion, Loukoumades Me Meli (Doughnuts with Honey syrup) {Her food obsession}

...No, Get it away: Sakuradite, Stonehenge, Marco Polo

Other: Her Code is on her right ankle, her former Geass is the Geass of Precognition

Lonely Day by System of a Down

Rp Sample:

[Kazza Reaper]

Ayan Blaisdale

-Username- Kazza Reaper

-I am... Years old- 18

Occupation: College student and intelligence agent for New Exodus of Solstice

Allegiance: New Exodus of Solstice

Nationality: Britannian

This is how I am: Ayan is obsessive in a highly unhealthy manner. She finds that she needs to always be doing something, needs to keep busy. She is amiable... when she isn't working on a project. When she's planning a mission, especially a dangerous one that will take her or someone else behind enemy lines, she is completely serious and hates being interrupted, occasionally getting snippy.

When she's on an undercover infiltration, Ayan tends to take on the role of a budding young new recruit. Sociable, happy, energetic, and gossipy, she tends to draw in her peers. Which tends to be the easiest way for her to glean the information she's there for.

For as long as she can remember, Ayan has been petrified of the idea of sleep, so she always runs on as little as she possibly can.

She also isn't particularly professional most of the time and has openly spurned authority, which can get her in trouble, not that she cares half the time. Though, that could just be the caffeine talking, but she always knows when to stop and what's too far, and definitely not to cross that line considering who she works for. She can be patronizing, and occasionally childish.

I shall tell you about myself: Ayan was born in a nice, normal family, her parents made sure of that, as both of them had lived through the Britannian takeover of various parts of the world and seen how much pain it had caused people and they didn't want their daughter to know that. Not to mention that her mother had difficulty bearing children, her older brothers, one had died in the womb and one had been stillborn, her younger sister had died two weeks after she was born, just long enough for the small family to have hope that the sickly infant would live, so they wanted their Ayan to have what was well and good, and they wanted her to be happy. Her parents were not strict, but she wasn't allowed to do whatever she pleased either. There was nothing really extraordianry about her, she was more interested in her gymnastics and her ballet classes, hanging out with her friends, and finding out whether boys really had cooties or not.

But it wasn't long before she realized that more than her peers, she needed to know everything about people, often becoming unhealthy in her urge to learn everything about the people in her life. She would ask questions, and when that didn't get her anywhere, Ayan resorted to other means, like using the internet or finding ways into classified and confidential records, like that dredded Permanent Record back in grade school. Illegally, of course. But, she started doing this when she was seven, and she was constantly caught, which meant that she had to figure out how to be better at what she was doing, or, become better at talking and lying her way out of situations like those.

Her childhood curiosity grew into an obsessive disorder which, to this day, goes undiagnosed. After more than a decade, Ayan is now able to efficiently hack into systems to find, learn, or alter the information she wants or needs. But, disguise is not her greatest strong point, it's something still fairly new to her, ever since she joined the New Exodus of Solstice as a member of the Infiltration and Sabotage Unit when she followed Lucien Kusenagi from the Geass Directorate, though she is more useful as one of their Intelligence Agents.

When she was sixteen, Ayan's undying and insatiable curiosity came upon a military unit known as the Geass Directorate. She had never heard of the Directorate, so she started looking into it. But, she was caught hacking. And anyone caught hacking any part of the government is going to be arrested and brought in for questioning. Ayan found herself, secretly terrified, in a situation, and against a person, that she couldn't talk her way out of, so she sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she would, at the very least, be going to jail for a very long time.

But Lucien Kusenagi, impressed at how far Ayan had been able to get into the mainframe before she was caught, and seeing how promising the young woman was, offered her a spot in the Geass Directorate (Not to mention that the Lucien had the mainframe wiped and everything changed so something like this wouldn't happen again), instead of jail. A job doing the very thing that she loved and obsessed over, she would have been mad not to accept.

She started at the bottom, oh how she hated the bottom, and managed to prove herself time and again, making steady progress up the hierarchal ladder, and within two years, two very long years, had become the leader of the NEoS Sabotage and Infiltration Unit, after she broke from the Directorate. The fact that the former Unit leader had been caught and killed "behind enemy lines" and she had been the next best choice might have helped her get there. But who paid attention to details? She most certainly did.

So, even though she was specialized more heavily in Intelligence, she became leader of Infiltration. She didn't mind. Sometimes you had to become your enemy in order to gather all of the information that you needed. So, it all went hand in hand, and she had nothing to complain about.

Ayan was content with her dangerous lot in life.


Fear my power: Geass of Absolute Honesty:

The power to make whomever is under the Geass’s influence speak the truth no matter what is asked of them.

Stage 1: Use of the Geass requires eye contact within five feet of the intended ‘victim’ and to work the request must be given in the form of a question asked by the User. A question asked by anyone else will be answered will be given the same answer that would have been given without the influence of Geass.

Geass can only be used on a person once and lasts a span of fifteen minutes, but this can be terminated early if the User desires. The User must stay within the activation radius, preferably within the line of sight of the person under the influence of Geass.

The Geass is temporary and is in the left eye. (current)

Stage 2: Use of the Geass requires eye contact within seven feet of the intended ‘victim’ and to work, the reuest must be given in the form of a question by the Geass User, questions asked by anyone else will be given whatever answer would have been given in the absence of the the influence of Geass.

The Geass can only be used once on a person and can last a span of up to half an hour but the User can end the influence at any point. The User must stay within the activation radius, preferably within the line of sight of the person under the influence of Geass.

The Geass is permanently activated in the left eye, the User must be careful about the questions she asks while she holds eye contact with someone. She wears one contact and claims to like heterochromatic eyes.

Stage 3: Use of Geass requires only temporary eye contact within ten feet. The User can activate the Geass and wander around during questioning but must stay within earshot of the ‘victim.’ Questions may be asked by others but the other person must be in the influenced person’s line of sight and questions must be specific, the User must be within earshot.

The Geass can be used on a person many times until the Geass limit of the full hour is reached. This does include people who were previously under the influence of Geass during stages one and two of the Geass’ development, though the Geass will become ineffective after the fifteen or thirty minutes whether they were originally Geassed during the first or second stage respectively.

The Geass is permanently activated in both eyes, the User must be extremely careful about the questions she asks a person, with or without eye contact, considering accidental Geass is possible. She wears monochromatic contacts and claims to anyone who asks that she “grew out of” her “obsessive fascination with heterochromatic eyes.”

*does not have it yet*

Contract/Contractee: None yet

I may look nice but I'm quite dangerous: A Kaiken for slashing and a Stiletto for stabbing and thrusting

Shhh Don't tell anyone.. : No one yet

Give them to me: Gathering information on anything and everything, learning, getting better at the things that she does, meditation, gymnastics, ballet


...No, Get it away: Getting caught, high pitched noises, violence, sleep


Other: Silhouettes by Smile Empty Soul

Besides her obsessive disorder when it comes to knowing everything and gathering information, Ayanis also somniphobic (fear of sleep) and as such she has forced herself to become an insomnia. She constantly has some form of caffeine in her system, and in her hand. She won't admit it, but she is addicted to caffeine.

Having started taking ballet and gymnastics classes when she learned to walk, something she continues to this day, she is incredibly agile and limber with an amazing sense of balance. She is a decently capable hacker from her many years of getting into school and government hackings from before which she uses in her gathering of intelligence, though she is still learning the nuances of the trade.She is also able to talk or lie her way out of most of the situations she ends up finding herself, and is in the process of learning how to act so that she can better go behind enemy lines, which she finds fun.

Rp Sample:

[Kazza Reaper]

Such a {lonely} day
And it's mine
The most {loneliest} day in my life

Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand

The most {loneliest} day of my life

Such a {lonely} day
Shouldn't existxx
It's a day that I'll never miss

Slender, twig-like legs stepped carefully upon the concrete sidewalk as the body that the legs belonged to walked along it. The little girl walking could have been no more than seven, and even then she was a rather small seven, and she had decided that she didn't want to go to school that day. So, instead, she was wandering aimlessly through the streets of the Tokyo settlement. She was still in elementary school, sadly, they taught such simple things in such a low grade. She knew so many better things that she could be doing with her time, instead of wasting it going through the same grade she had gone through since they had come up with the concept of grades in schools. She remembered when there wasn't even really school, but that was a long time ago. She couldn't say that things were simpler back then, actually, they were a lot easier for her now that she didn't have to sit with a bunch of woman and all she would speak was seen as prophecy and futuresight.

Now, all she had to do was deal with learning the same thing hundreds of times over, or was it thousands now? And staging her own death every few years so that she could move on.

A man in a uniform stopped her on the street asking her why she wasn't in school. She turned her crystalline blue eyes upon the man and smiled sweetly at him, "Well, I don't know sir, all of the things that they're teaching me are so easy, I didn't see the point in going," she told him.

The uniformed man blinked twice as he looked down at her. He was surprised at how blunt she was, and yet still be so sweet and angellic. Something didn't really sit right with him about the girl, but she was just a child, what harm could a child be?

So, he nodded curtly and left her with a warning to be careful and to be home by nightfall.

Careful? Why bother? She couldn't die anymore. And home by nightfall? She would go home when she wanted to, she would probably get bored long before nightfall anyway.

And if you go,
I wanna go with you
And if you die,
I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away

Such a {lonely} day
And it's mine
The day that I am glad I survived.

Aoede~ The Oracle

[Kazza Reaper]

¤ Kezia ¤

A great black panther lurked in the shadows of the complex where the Lord of Evermore lived. She was Kezia, the Lord's pet and guardian. The great cat lay her head upon the sleek black fur of her forepaws, looking out from the shadows where she lay, watching the passerby carefully.

One could never be too careful with humans, any one of them could want to kill her master. And she couldn't have that, not at all. It was because her master had wanted to keep her that she was alive right now. Otherwise, the poachers would have killed her, she was sure. They had been bad men in her opinion. Of course, that would be her opinion since they had taken her from her home as a cub.

Seeing nothing in the halls of the complex, Kezia stood and silently padded along the corridors, sending a servant or two scurrying to be scarce. She was somewhat hungry, so she made her way to the kitchens and pawed open the door and sat down before the head cook, looking up at him expectantly.

The cook knew that the panther wouldn't hurt him, so he tossed her a slab of the meat that he had been tenderizing to be cooked. She happily ate it up and lay down in a corner for a quick nap until she was needed.

Around the people that regularly gathered around the complex, either for work or business, Kezia found it easier to look as if she were nothing more than the panther that she was, but when needed, she could put up the illusion of being just as human as the rest of the people there. Some saw her human form, though it was rare enough that she was more a whispered rumor of her being the Lord's mistress. Absurd as it was, it worked in her favor, people didn't ask questions.

After a few moments, Kezia decided that a cat nap was all she had needed, she was too restless to actually sit there and sleep. So, she stood and padded out of the kitchen, then out an open door and out into the darkening world outside. She would occasionally wander the city of Evermore at night or during the twilight hours, it was easiest for her to go unnoticed during those times, and tonight, that was exactly what she felt like doing.

She wandered down an alley, stopping occasionally to test the scents on the air. There were so many things out here, so many sights and sounds and scents. The scents were what she was paying attention to now, there was something on the air, something like her, but she doubted to find another of her kind around here, perhaps other animals, and not just those rats that she called nothing more than hors d'oeurves.

[Kazza Reaper]

Ayan Blaisdale

Silhouettes above the cradle hold me down
They won't let me go the wrong way
My mother taught me all the fables, told me how
In the end all the sinners have to pay
But...

He worked so hard his bones are breaking
He wore them down but long ago he lost the feeling
His good intentions leave me shaking, show me how
I don't ever want to end up like he didx
And...

Ayan Blaisdale walked down the halls of the New Exodus of Solstice's current base. Her dark hair hung to the middle of her back, swinging slightly as she walked. Her dull red eyes missed nothing as she went, though there wasn't really much to take in. Most of the main people in the complex were getting ready to leave for the latest mission.

Ayan had gotten a phone call earlier summoning her to a briefing for the mission, but she had been late and missed it. But, she already knew what was going on, she was an intelligence agent after all, it was her job to know these things, and boy did she try her hardest to know them all.

Which was where she was heading now. The computers, to do more research on their enemies, and who knew, maybe possible allies. But, she wasn't going to put her hopes up too much for that, it was all a little too dangerous for her way of thinking. Walking into a darkened room, lit only by the glow from monitors of the several computers in the room. She flicked on the lights and walked to her chair and sat down. Turning to the keyboard, she immediately started typing.

Making sure to ghost the computers that she was using, Ayan started hacking into the nearest Britannian mainframe to see what she could find, hopefully it would be useful, as well as interesting, otherwise it would be sort of useless to have hacked her way in and risk getting caught. There was always a risk of getting caught, she knew that well enough. It was the reason she had joined this group in the first place, back when it was still a part of the Geass Directorate.

But, those were thoughts for another time. She needed to keep her mind on the task at hand, or she was all the more likely to make a vital mistake. And she was Ayan, Ayan didn't make mistakes.

When I have kids
I won't put any chains on their wrists, I won't
I'll tell them this
There's nothing in this world that you can't be if you want it enough

I don't wanna live like my mother
I don't wanna let fear rule my life
And I don't wanna live like my father
xxI don't wanna give up before I diexx

You do not know me. You know only the walls that I hide behind.

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[Kazza Reaper]

¨°o.O 『 Faolan 』 O.o°¨

☽ Kazza Reaper ☾

● ● ● Ӎɣ Ϣɩɭɗ Ϩɩɗə
☪ Wolf

● ● ● Ϣɧɑϯ ϓσυ Ҫɑɳ'ϯ Ϩəə
☪

● ● ● Ӎσσɳ Ҫɣɔɭəʂ
☪ About five in wolf years, looks about twenty as a human

● ● ● Ʉɳɗəя Ӎɣ Ҭɑɩɭ
☪ Male

● ● ● Ƚəɑʂɧəɗ
☪ Wanderer

● ● ● Ίɳ Ӎɣ Ῥɑωʂ
☪ Faolan was born as the strongest pup of his mother's first litter. As a pup he played and wrestled with his brothers and sisters as any pup would, but his father was watching him. His father knew that Faolan would be the next Alpha of the pack.

And this Faolan did. By the time he reached sexual maturity at age two, Faolan was already planning to take over the pack. He fought against his father, as well as other, older wolves that wished for the title of Alpha. Faolan won the fight and forced his father out of the pack. After that, there were several attempts to push the insolent pup out of the leadership spot. None were successful. His riegn lasted three years and his mate was waiting on her first litter of pups when it happened.

A strange scent on the air alerted him too late that something was amiss. Hunters had found his pack and thy killed everyone, including his mate and unborn pups. Driven temporarily mad with his grief at his loss, Faolan killed the Hunters and began his long journey, not knowing what he searched for.

As he wandered, his sanity, or most of it, returned to him, and he was finally settled himself in a forest. Until a scent in the south called him out of his new home and to the city of Evermore.

[Kazza Reaper]

My name is...: Albus Severus Potter
I am this many: 14
My allegiance belongs to: Slytherin
I am in my: Fourth
I am a: Half-Blood
My wand is: Holly, 12" unicorn tail hair, nice and supple
When I look in the mirror I see: Albus Severus
My friends think I'm: I'm quiet and thoughtful, as well as a bit timid and unsure of myself. Despite my insecurities, I'm strong-willed and won't let anyone sway me once I've decided to follow what I think is right. I get along with my family, especially my cousin Rose Weasley. I don't really have much to say about myself really, I'm a good student, but I get help sometimes, so, I guess that some would call me modest, but I don't really know if that would count for much. I have a bit of an adventurous streak, and a bit of a wild side, but those don't usually show through all the time.
My life is rather interesting: I was born Albus Severus Potter, the second son and middle child of Harry Potter and Ginevra Potter (born Ginevra Weasley). Our family didn't talk much about the past, and how everyone had almost died, and that so many people we know died long before we were born. But, we were all happy. I was the only one of the children that looked like dad, I learned later that that meant that I also looked like Dad's mother, who died when he was a baby.

When I turned eleven, I got the Hogwarts acceptance letter. My brother had been there already, and I was excited to go, but I was afraid of being Sorted into Slytherin. Dad told me that the Sorting Hat would take my thoughts into consideration. So, when I was Sorted, I told the Hat that I didn't want to be in Slytherin... but that's where I ended up. I know that the entire family was in shock, but only James showed it. I don't really hang out with any of my fellow Slytherins though, preferring to stay with the people that I know. It's not like I purposely stay away from my House, but I spend a lot of time away.

In the last three years at Hogwarts, I learned exactly why people stare at Dad, and everyone else. The entire story about Voldemort and that whole battle is still shocking to me, but I'm glad that it's over and I didn't have to live through it. I can be adventurous, but I'm not one to go looking for trouble.... usually.
I enjoy: I like Quidditch, and I'm pretty sure that runs in the family, but I like to read as well, most of all though, I enjoy spending time with my family.
I dislike: I don't like snobs or people that feel that the only thing that there is in the world is popularity and the purity of your blood, I can't stand it when people make assumptions about me just because I'm in Slytherin either.
I'm a whiz at: Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are my two best classes.
I love my: Barn owl Ciryll
Also, I: am actually fourth cousins with Scorpius Malfoy, since we're both distant descendants of Phineas Nigellus Black.

[Kazza Reaper]

Our names are...: Lorcan and Lysander Scamander
We are this many: 17
Our allegiance belongs to: Ravenclaw
We are in our: Seventh
We are: Pure-blood
Our wands are: Lorcan: Ash, 10" dragonheart string, supple

Lysander: Vine, 12" pheonix feather, firm
When we look in the mirror we see:
Lorcan

Lysander
Our friends think we're: Well, Lorcan is rather like Mum, Luna Lovegood of course, he tends to be rather the dreamer and some people like to pick on him, but he doesn't let that bother him. Lysander does stand up for him though, when things get out of hand. Lorcan isn't a fighter, he's very peaceful and rather soft spoken. His head is usually in one of his little worlds, or in one of his little dream lands. He is more open-minded and eccentric than his brother.

Lysander is more of the hardened pretty boy, he attracts attention with the girls, but he isn't a womanizer in the least, he's the type that will only go after a girl if he's actually interested in her. He isn't afraid to get into a fight and will often stand up for Lorcan when he feels that people have gone too far, which is far more often than Lorcan thinks. Lysander is a little older, and he takes that to heart and feels that he needs to protect his brother from bullies since he's such an outcast. He's very protective and encouraging of Lorcan.

The brothers are never apart, and they get along, even though they are more like opposites, especially for twins, but that doesn't bother either of them. Lorcan is most likely to come out of his shell and be more outgoing if his brother is around and being his usual encouranging self.
Our life is rather interesting: Luna Lovegood decided to become a naturalist when she finished at Hogwarts. It was doing this, and trying to prove the existance of the creatures that he father had written about in the Quibbler, that she met Rolf Scamander, a fellow naturalist. The two fell in love and eventually Luna had twins Lorcan and Lysander. The family travelled often to exotic places, so the twins are very worldly for their age. Their mother still gets the Quibbler, which Lorcan reads more than Lysander.

Really, apart from all the travelling, Lorcan and Lysander grew up in a fairly common family, sure their mother was still a little out there, but she had come to realize that not everything her father had printed was true. Still, she's a very famous naturalist, and since the family is well off, the boys are allowed to let their interests flourish.

Both boys were happy, though neither were surprised, when they got their letters to Hogwarts. They're in their final year at the school now and have managed to stay out of too much trouble, though sometimes Lysander gets into trouble standing up for his brother.
We enjoy: Lorcan enjoys reading, he likes to take walks as well, which often can get him into some trouble if he wanders into the Forbidden Forest.

Lysander likes to talk with people and be social, he also likes being with his brother and trying to get him to take an interest in the people around him and not unnerve them as he can do when he starts talking about things that other find unusual.
We dislike: Lorcan dislikes close-minded people.

Lysander doesn't like people that make fun if his brother and people that think that he is just a pretty boy or a womanizer.
We're a whiz at: Lorcan is best at Care of Magical Creatures since he is always with his mother and also wishes to be a magizoologist.

Lysander is better at Charms, though he is also a great Care of Magical Creatures student.
We love our: Siamese cat named Azura
Also, we: The twins are never seen apart.

[Kazza Reaper]

My name is...: Keelyn Eades
I am this many: 26
My allegiance belongs to: Slytherin
I am: now the Potions Mistress of Hogwarts
I am a: Pure-Blood
My wand is: Elm, 15" Thestral tail hair, rigid
When I look in the mirror I see: Keelyn
My friends think I'm: I've got a personality to rival the last true Potions Master at Hogwarts, Severus Snape. Yes, yes there was Horace Slughorn, but he doesn't count, not in my mind. Though Snape died in the end, at the wand of the Dark Lord, I respected him, as far as a traitor can be respected. I am a dark person, befitting of my dungeon classroom, it often makes students uneasy, and most of them don't want to risk having a detention with me. I am sarcastic and rather unpleasant. I have a short fuse, and am quick to take points from any misbehaving students. My temper is well-known and unrivaled at Hogwarts, but I am kept on as a professor because I am the best that there is. Of course, I am not known for my modesty, and I think quite highly of myself.
My life is rather interesting: I'm too young to have been a part of the Death Eaters when the Dark Lord fell, but, at a young age I was fascinated by them, history from that age, those few years, was something that I couldn't get enough of. When I was at Hogwarts, I continued my research, and eventually I knew as much as any living person knew about the Dark Lord and his vision and his followers.

A few years after I graduated from Hogwarts, I finally managed to join the Death Eaters and I've been their woman ever since.
I enjoy: I like Potions, the Dark Arts, Voldemort, Bellatrix LeStrange
I dislike: People that found her strange in school, Charms, bright lights, and loud noises... I can't stand them.
I'm a whiz at: Hmmm.... since I'm the Potions Mistress, my guess is that would be my forté.
I love my: My black cat Beelzebub
Also, I: I admire Bellatrix LeStrange, and intend to become the next Bella among the Death Eaters.