VIOLANTE FAYE LILLANTINE, AGE 18 ((under Walsh Family thread))
LUKE CLEANDER NALSON LILLANTINE, ILLEGITIMATE SON OF JULIUS, AGE 24 ((played by Diamond Wales, under Borson Family thread))
'Noli quaerere mutare mundi; melior est illic relinquere frigidiores.' 'Do not seek to change the world; better to leave it cold.'
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 10:30 am
Hi, my name is Callius Edmund Lillantine.
I'm a male, you imbecile.
I'm 45 years old.
My birthday is December 7th, 1987.
I work in the Improper Use of Magic Office.
My dream job is I always knew I wanted to work in government, for obvious reasons.
My blood status is pureblood. Do I look like filth to you?
The house I was in was Slytherin, if you couldn't figure it out.
I was in the class of 2005.
I'm interested in women. I am married to one, after all.
I'm currently with my wife, Desdemona.
I may seem entitled, superior, and apathetic but I'm really exactly how I seem. Yes, I'm better than you. No, I don't care about you or your problems. Life is a lot easier if you simply don't let things like your conscience and morals get to you, and it's just easier for me to ignore them than most people. I like to call it blocking out the excess noise. When you do that, the things that really matter suddenly become very clear. I honestly don't give a damn about anyone and their pathetic little lives. Either claw your way to the top or stay and rot at the bottom.
My background story is my parents were engaged when they were sixteen. They married as soon as they were both of legal age, and my mother was pregnant with me when she was barely out of school. The healers and mediwizards had warned her and my father that she couldn't be expected to have very many children, so obviously fingers were crossed for it to be a boy. Someone had to carry on the Lillantine name. Lady Luck was on their side, and they got not one, but two boys. Twins. Callius and Julius. I was the elder twin by nine minutes, and that guaranteed my position as the Lillantine heir. Such a pity my poor brother wasn't born first. I looked like my father, but Julius strongly resembled Mother, and thus he was always her favorite. I never really minded. Not being coddled for my entire childhood made me smarter and savvier than dearest brother, with Mother always going "Julie this," and "Julie that,". At least I didn't have a girl's nickname up until my eleventh year of life. He was a frail, pathetic excuse for a boy anyways, at least until Father got a hold of him and told him to man up or he'd be shipped off to Durmstrang. He never cried for Mummy again after that. We both started Hogwarts the same year, of course, and as expected we were both sorted in Slytherin. That began our magical education, which would have been a lot better if that idiot Potter hadn't offed the Dark Lord and ruined everything, but oh well. I just had to tolerate all the dirty blood for seven long years.
My teenage years were for the most part uneventful. I got excellent grades in the subjects that mattered, and I even met my lovely wife at school. Desdemona was a year younger than me, and was at my side permanently after I got her out of a sticky little situation involving a mysteriously ill mudblood and a toxic potion. It wasn't like those idiotic teachers had any proof that she slipped something in his pumpkin juice. I certainly didn't see anything. I swore on my Prefect badge that I hadn't, anyways. Clever girl. She was utterly devoted to me after that, and I didn't really mind, since she was a perfect choice for a future wife. My parents thought she was little too clever for her own good, but I'd have gone mad married to a simpering ditz. Desdemona knew when to play silly and foolish though, so my parents relented and agreed to our union. She did have one flaw, some ridiculous notion of becoming a potions master, or something like that. No girl I was involved with was going to be doing drudge work stirring a cauldron, as amusing as her experimentations with various somewhat lethal ingredients could be. I suggested she reevaluate her career choice, and having a career at all. Actually, it was more of an order, but same difference. She readily agreed with me that she'd been a silly little girl, thinking such a thing, and it would be far better for both of us if she just stayed home and handled the house and children after we were wed.
Rings were exchanged as soon as she graduated, and my parents passed away shortly after the wedding- some sort of mysterious illness that left the healers baffled. They swore that it looked like poison, but the tests kept coming back negative, and really, who would poison a harmless old couple? It didn't put a damper on our early days of our marriage though, and within a few years we had three children. Evander, my pride and gloating, Antigone, the necessary girl, since Desdemona insisted on having a daughter at some point, and Cyrus, the coddled little baby. He already reminds me of my brother when he was young. Our lives were perfect until we realized my brother had married an idiot of a woman. Bellamy came from a frankly traitorous family full of moronic Hufflepuffs and a lone Gryffindor, her elder sister Cora. Merlin, how I couldn't stand that woman. Always whinging on about equality and muggles and a bunch of charity rubbish. I heard she married a muggle and they have a litter of urchins. Disgusting. But her sister was the real problem. She seemed decent enough, considering the low class, though somehow pureblooded family she was from. She was absolutely obsessed with Julius, though she had some troubling opinions on, let us say, current events. But for the most part the only words I ever heard her speaking were endearments toward my brother, who seemed somewhat interested in her as well. She was attractive, I'll give her that. It was probably the only reason Julius even put up with her for that long. They married and had a daughter, Violante. Then the trouble started, because she and my brother did not agree on how to raise the child. At all. She was constantly trying to override his authority in his own house. Really! He was the master of the house, what he said should have been undisputed, but apparently it was.
Julius even caught her telling the child not to refer to the filth by their proper name. That was most likely the last straw for him, I suppose. He certainly had more patience with her than I would have. We didn't see much of them after that, though, and if I saw any bruises on her and the way she flinched around him- well, it was his wife. None of my business how he dealt with their differences. Then, that tragic fire happened, and we received news that both Julius and Belllamy had died. Violante had survived, but Cora swooped her up and claimed custody before we could even see the will. It had been changed, naming her as the guardian of the child, and not me, her father's brother. But really, I'm over it. It's been years. There's no telling how her and her dirty brood have ruined the child already.
Recently my wife decided to take it upon herself to try to arrange a betrothal between Evander and the ward of the Avery clan, another pureblood line, Wendy Chaisty. Of course she neglected to inform me first, which I'm still furious about, but it did seem to work in our favor. Somewhat. I'm fairly certain they'll be married in the future. They were only keeping the girl around as a backup brood mare for their heir if his ridiculous romance with a Gryffindor pureblood didn't pan out.
I enjoy wealth, power, being in control, intimidating other people, and getting what I want.
I despise filthy blood, muggles, being questioned, coddling children, and being disappointed.
I'm afraid of betrayal by those closest to me.
My strengths are winning people over and my ambition.
My flaws are underestimating others and my inability to trust.
Astronomy: P Charms: E D.A.D.A.: O Herbology: T History of Magic: D Potions: E Transfiguration: O Alchemy: E Cursebreaking: O Wandless Magic: E Wizard Law: O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were:
Charms: E D.A.D.A.: O Potions: E Transfiguration: O Alchemy: E Cursebreaking: O Wandless Magic: E Wizard Law: O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! Do I trust my wife? No. Do I trust my children? No.
My dream job is when I was younger, I fancied being a potioneer. But that was just a childish dream.
My blood status is pureblood, of course.
The house I was in was Slytherin.
I was in the class of 2005.
I'm interested in men, and then only my beloved husband.
I'm currently with my husband, Callius.
I may seem meek, dull, quiet but I'm really so much more. I'm an unashamed narcissist with a controlling streak a mile wide, just like my husband. I'm deceptive and have been switching masks of people I will never be, and have never been. Being a housewife gives me a certain amount of freedom, and I love my children and husband for what they mean for me, but not who they really are. I'm obsessed with image and absolutely love playing the helpless pawn, when really I'm the queen.
My background story is my life was always so dull, and I all I ever wanted was a bit of excitement. I was an only child, quite a disappointment to my parents, since I was unfortunately female. I was brought up to be a perfect little lady, and was constantly being reprimanded for playing around with potions ingredients in our cellar instead of focusing on sewing and having perfect posture. My Hogwarts years were enriching. I learned how to brew all the potions I could only read about before. I also learned that getting caught doing less than ethical things is not a good idea. Unless, of course you catch the eye of a Slytherin prefect. Callius was just what I needed. No one was going to accuse the girl a Slytherin prefect was courting of anything dastardly. Not that I was doing anything wrong. Just little experiments. Of course, I made the mistake of mentioning my desire to become a potioneer to Callius. Oh, he was not happy to hear that. I reluctantly agreed to never bring up the topic of me having any sort of career again. It was for the best, we decided. Well, he decided, but I just smiled and nodded obediently. His parents didn't like me or trust me. Thought I was a little vixen, trying to get their son's money. Please. My family was wealthy; I had money to begin with. Callius was just for me to play with.
But I tittered and blushed girlishly and did everything they wanted me to do. I looked at their son like he was a god. We exchanged rings right after I graduated, and I resigned myself to a life as a mother and housewife. His poor, aging parents died shortly after we were wed. It was all very tragic. The healers might have had their suspicions, but no one dared voice them. Three children later, and we were satisfied. A eldest boy heir for Callius to groom into a mirror image of himself, a middle girl for me to teach to imitate her mother in all things ladylike. And a youngest son, for him to ignore, I suppose, and me to coddle. Cyrus is my favorite, after all. I never really wanted a girl, despite what Callius thought. If I had been a boy, imagine what I could have done with my life.
Once again tragedy struck with that unfortunate fire. Julius and Bellamy were dead. What a shame, I'd rather liked Julius. Bellamy had been in my year, but I'd never had more than a simple conversation with her. Their daughter, Violante, was given to her sister, Cora. Now her, I could never stand. The way she looked at me pitying, like I was chained into something I'd never wanted, like I was helpless. I suppose the little girl's useless now, after being with her patchwork family. Why she goes around cleaning up other people's messes is a mystery to me. I'd go mad with six children.
So I 'took it upon myself' to find a suitable match for Evander. And? Any decent mother would have done it, in my shoes. The boy's no Romeo or Lancelot, he isn't going to win anyone respectable over with his looks or a smile, and we need a strong marriage for him. To someone with lineage and power behind them. The Averys were a good choice. I can't stand them, but so long as the idiot boy doesn't completely ruin things between him and the girl- Wendy- it should work out well. Call it a mother's intuition.
I enjoy brewing potions, reading, wealth, lying, and power.
I despise pity, muggles, dirtied blood, being told what to do, and questions.
People say, that in a nutshell, I'm shockingly straight forward, despite being raised by two extremely passive aggressive people. I just don't have the patience for it, I guess. I'm usually very to the point and have problems with subtlety, which makes some people uneasy because they're not sure if what I'm putting forth is who I really am, or if I'm just trying to deceive them. Usually it's just me being dangerously honest, but they do't necessarily need to know that. I have a tendency towards violence, and am the type of boy who would crush a bug with grin on his face. In my defense, that applies to a lot of boys my age; though I tend to take things too far. I've learnt some self control from when I was little, however, and I know how to dial back my aggressive nature. Most of the time. I'm needlessly vengeful and can plot to destroy someone over the smallest things, which is really helpful when it comes to intimidating people, and not quite as helpful when it comes to making friends. I hold a lot of grudges and pointless hate towards others, and usually end up getting them back tenfold if I can manage it. I'm also obsessive, to the point of unhealthiness. Apparently I inherit it from both sides of the family. It's probably a pureblood thing. You'd be obsessive too, if people were constantly trying to undermine your position in society. I also obsess over people, which is far more frightening. I'm a perfectionist who will freak out if any of my belongings are messed with. Everything has its place, and it had better stay in the place I put it in or there's going to be an issue. I've developed an extremely sharp sense of order and knowing exactly where things are located, or supposed to be located, due to this. I like to lord over people if I can, but I'm well aware that dynamics can change in an instant, and if you offend the wrong person at the wrong time, things might end really badly for you. Since I've grown older, I've learned how to hold my tongue in public and that if I want to lash out at someone, I had better make sure it's not to someone who will lash out back. I'm unflinchingly loyal to my family, I don't give in easily, and I can't lie to save my own skin. And yes, I do know when to shut up.
My background story is I'm the firstborn son of Callius and Desdemona Lillantine, and I've always been my father's golden boy. I look a lot like his deceased brother, but he treats me with far more kindness and warmness than my little brother Cyrus, whom he for the most part dismisses. As far as I'm concerned, Cyrus should have never been born. Mother coddles him like he's something precious, but she never pays me any attention. I don't see why. I'm her firstborn son. You'd think that would mean something in her eyes. I bully him and my sister Antigone whenever they let me, and am never reprimanded or punished, except when Mother catches me doing something to "little Cy". Then suddenly I'm the demon child, hurting her poor little angel. I'd like to give her poor little angel a kick in the ribs. Recently, Antigone and Cyrus have started to occasionally team up against me, which just makes me behave worse towards Cyrus. Antigone I have to for the most part leave alone now, since she's becoming a "young lady" or whatever that means. It's probably really boring. Cyrus, who we all were sure was a filthy squib, is in actuality probably just going to be an awful wizard. Whose magic doesn't show up until they're seven? It doesn't matter. Father just has to recognize him as more legitimate child now. It's not as if he's any threat to me. He's pathetic. My family used to be a lot wealthier and more powerful than it is now, but we still have our pride. No one was stupid enough to become a Death Eater during either war, and no one's gotten in trouble for doing something to a muggle for at least two generations now. At least we keep a mostly clean slate. Well, there was that incident when my aunt and uncle died, and everyone has their doubts about it being a "freak accident", but that's none of my concern. I'm going to make us something special again. I'm going to build us back up. I have to. Otherwise we've got nothing but a decaying estate and wasted pure blood. I was ecstatic to get my letter, even though I knew it would come. Maybe my magic has never shocked anyone, but it's been present since I was toddling about. Going to Hogwarts means everyone will have to take me seriously, especially once I'm sorted. I have no doubts as to where I'll be going. It's practically family tradition.
My first year went mostly as I'd thought it would. My year mates are either idiots or dirt, I was sorted into Slytherin, and my classes were as expected. The only thing unexpected was stupid Wendy Chaisty. She's a year older, but to hear how she speaks you'd think she was sixteen. She practically forced me to take her to the Yule Ball. She think she's so very clever, she really does.
My second year was boring. Wendy offered to tutor me in some subjects I need... a bit of work on. I reluctantly agreed. I actually like getting emotional reactions out of her. It relieves the monotony of seeing someone constantly have the same expression. Oh, and how could I forget! Anti was sorted into Ravenclaw. Yes, that's right. Ravenclaw. I don't know how she managed to screw this up, but she's really going to get it when we get home.
My third year was alright, I suppose, aside from BEING BETROTHED TO WENDY CHAISTY. I don't know what I did to deserve this. It was all Mother's scheming, I'm sure of it. Either way, Father didn't stop it, and I feel betrayed. Additionally, at the very end of the year Hogsmeade was attacked by Death Eaters. Anti was badly injured, because she acted like a moron, but Wendy's cousin David healed her, and I survived. Obviously. Home doesn't really feel like home at all anymore, and next year Cy will be joining us in school. I can hardly. Wait.
The only of consequence that happened my fourth year was snogging Wendy in the Common Room the night of the feast. That was... an event that occurred. Everything else was pointless and pathetic. Cy started school, and he honestly might not make it back for his second year alive. Or with all his limbs.
My fifth year was fine. I spent most of my free time arguing with and snogging Wendy in equal amounts, and the only thing of note to happen was some Valentine's Masquerade. That and my bloody cousin getting a girlfriend. And I don't think I did quite as well on my exams as Father would have hoped. And the summer immediately following it Cyrus decided to prove me right by murdering Anti's owl. She lost it and tried to kill him, and it didn't really get any better from there. This family has lost its collective mind. I could barely wait to be back at Hogwarts.
I enjoy making other people uncomfortable, since it makes me feel validated, getting what I want as soon as I want it, as I hate to wait, being proven right, fighting, even if I lose, and reading about the past.
I despise my brother Cyrus, people crying for no good reason, not getting attention when I feel I deserve it, disappointing people whose opinions matter to me, and those I feel are lower than me in social status.
I'm afraid of small, dark spaces.
My strengths are using the element of surprise to my advantage, and keeping a stoic face, even when I want to hit something.
My flaws are failing to show empathy, since I've always been taught to disregard it, and abiding by rules or conventions I disagree with.
My wand is an ash wood, manticore stinger, fourteen inches long, unyielding, with a simply decorated shaft.
My pet is a cat named Phebe. I tried pulling her tail once. She clawed me. I can respect that. She likes to play with things before she kills them. As long as there's not bits of mouse everywhere, I don't care.
My O.W.L. Scores Are:
Astronomy ~P Ancient Studies ~O Arithmancy ~O Charms ~O Curesebreaking ~O Defense Against the Dark Arts ~EE Ghost and Ghoul Studies ~P Herbology ~T History of Magic ~O Mythology ~A Potions ~EE Study Ancient Runes ~O Transfiguration ~EE Wandless Magic ~A Wizard Law ~A World Studies ~E
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! Only I'm allowed to hurt my siblings. Lay a hand on them or say something nasty about them and you'll regret it.
My dream job is I have no idea, and I doubt I'll ever need to work.
My blood status is pureblood, the only real sort of magical blood. That's what my parents say, anyways.
The school I go to is Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Ravenclaw.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm gloomy. I never seem very happy, or really anything at all. I usually have a blank face, and I tend to expect the worst. I'm not really a full-blown cynic, but I'm certainly pessimistic, with a dreary outlook on life. I'm a pretty passive person who's used to being ignored or bullied, usually by my family. I used to try to seek attention, especially my mother's, by crying and whining a lot when I was little. All that ever did was get me in trouble, and now that I'm older I've been told I need to start acting like it, so I've basically given up on it. I still crave attention though, and I can cry on command if the situation calls for it. I'd rather have pity than apathy any day. I'm the smartest of my siblings, but my intelligence is usually unnoticed or dismissed because I'm the middle child, and the girl of the family. I live inside my head a lot because of this, and I rarely share my thoughts and opinions with anyone but myself. This makes me seem very distant, and I'm always being told I need to be more outgoing, more charming. I don't really know how to do that. I hate being pushed around and patronized, so I try to leave other people alone in the hopes that they'll do the same for me. I'm usually shy around people I don't know, but I slowly open up as I get to know them. I don't feel like I'm in control of my life, but at least I'm in control of my head. I can be extremely sarcastic, usually when I feel threatened or vindictive, and when I'm riled I'm not above shoving my quicker wit in people's faces. I'm used to being told what to do, but I'm also used to doing it as slowly and reluctantly as possible. I'd usually rather let other people walk over me than get into a fight about it. It's just easier. I'm much more of a follower than a leader. I get uneasy about breaking rules or traditions, and I'm doubly uneasy about doing something that goes against my siblings or parents. I may not like them, but I do feel loyal to them.
My background story is I'm the second born and only daughter of Callius and Desdemona Lillantine. My older brother, Vander, takes up all of Father's attention, and my younger brother, Cy, takes up all of Mother's attention, so really I'm invisible. I've never really wanted to grow up, but I have to. I spent what's been my childhood so far doing my best to avoid my brothers and spending a lot of time alone. I used to like my room, because it was like a sanctuary, where I could be alone and play with my dolls or read or do whatever I wanted, but by now it's started to feel like a prison. My dolls and old toys were just a reminder that I wasn't a little girl anymore, so I threw most of them out. Suddenly I'm being paid slightly more attention to, but not for the reasons I want. I can't run around anymore; young ladies only walk, and walk slowly. I can't spend as much time in my room because young ladies are sociable. I can't read too much or I'll damage my eyes or become some sort of little bookworm no one will like. No one likes me already, so I can't see how that will change anything. I've always been wedged in between Father's pride and joy and Mother's little darling and it's nauseating. I've never made any friends my own age, and Vander's always telling me I'll never make any, even at Hogwarts. I would be excited to go to Hogwarts if it wasn't for the fact that I'll be with Vander the entire time, since he's only one year ahead of me, and we'll probably be in the same house. And then two years from now Cy will be with us too. Just what I always wanted; to be stuck with my bully of an older brother and my spoiled brat of a younger brother for seven more years.
I was sorted into Ravenclaw. Do you have any idea how mortifying it was? Even Violante, the blood traitor, was put in Slytherin. All real Lillantines are. That's what Vander says. I thought for sure he would murder me before I even made it through the year. But avoiding him is a lot easier since I'm in a different house, which I suppose is a plus. Still, it's not going to be good when I go home for summer. It's not. Mother and Father know, and I have no idea what they think, but it can't be good. I don't think I'll be disowned, but I'm more than a bit terrified. Yes, I do fit in fairly well with the other Ravenclaws, so long as I keep my head down and my mouth shut, but wouldn't that be true for any house? And maybe I do like the tower... But no one should know that.
My second year was... I don't know. Vander ended up ignoring me all summer because he was horrified to discover that he's betrothed to some girl, so that was good, I suppose. I haven't really made any friends at all in school, not that I'm supposed to. No pureblood Slytherin would probably even talk to me, and Mother and Father would kill me if I dared make friends in my own house. I have to sign up for electives for next year, but I'm going to take what I want. It's not like anyone will know until I have to take my exams, and then it will be too late. I never took the train home, though... Some sort of neo Death Eater group attacked the station and I was badly injured. I ended up in the hospital. My family came and visited, of course, but somehow it was all my fault. It always is.
My third year was fine. The other Ravenclaw girls in my year are nice to me, even if it is out of pity. I know I'm not supposed to encourage their friendliness, but it's hard, especially when everyone else has someone to talk to. Even Vio has a real friend now, some Gryffindor girl. If I was a mean person, I would tell Mother and Father, and she'd never hear the end of it, but I'm not. Vander basically left me alone, and Cy was busy doing Merlin knows what all year, probably irritating everyone in Slytherin. Vio says Vander is besotted with Wendy and that they're probably snogging all the time now, so he shouldn't have as much time to bully me over the summer. That's good, I guess.
My fourth year was awful. I keep feelings things I shouldn't and it makes me feel sick in the pit of my stomach most of the time. I couldn't even handle the stupid Valentine's Masquerade. The masks reminded me of what happened at Hogsmeade and everyone was there dancing and snogging and it was horrid. I shouldn't even have gone. Vio is dating her Gryffindor friend, Ivy. I can't even look at them. It makes it all worse. ...Cyrus killed Ismene over the summer, and left her in my room like that. I started hitting and kicking him, and once I started, I couldn't stop. I spent the rest of the summer essentially locked up in my room.
I enjoy reading, playing the piano, discovering new things, praise, and being alone.
I despise mockery, sweet things, people who never stop talking, crowds, and feeling ignored.
I'm afraid of my family hating me.
My strengths are my quick brain and controlling my emotions.
My flaws are not standing up for myself and my tendency to look down on other people for being different from me.
My wand is a eleven and 1/4 inches, bendy, spiraled shaft, vinewood, augurey tail feather hair.
My pet is n/a.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I'm really, really good at keeping secrets.
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 10:35 am
Hi, my name is Cyrus Ezekiel Lillantine.
But I mostly go by Cy.
I'm a boy.
I'm 13 years old.
My birthday is April 21st, 2019.
My dream job is I dunno.
My blood status is pureblood.
The school I go to is Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Slytherin.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm charming. I’m described as having an innocent, earnest outlook on life. This may or may not be true; I’d rather not comment on that. What I’ll admit is that in addition to being oh so very charming and innocent and earnest is that I’m a wonderful manipulator, and my talent for garnering support for my side of any issue has only increased with age. I’m not just accustomed to being ‘the victim’ in my family (poor Cy, the one everyone thought was a squib, dismissed as ‘the spare’ by his unfeeling father, tormented by his monstrous older brother, condescended to by his cold older sister), I love being the victim. I can’t think of anything better, actually, because everyone loves a very sad story. I’m really patient when it comes to getting my way- I’ve never minded waiting for the right moment, and I hate to rush into things recklessly. I’m a very hard worker in my own right, but if I can get someone else to do the majority of the work for me, I will. I’m a terrible coward, it’s true; I’m the first to back off from a fight, and while I often instigate things, I rarely stick around to finish them, particularly if there’s a good chance I’ll lose. I’m extremely talkative, and sometimes I just can’t help myself. I like to hear the sound of my own voice, is that such a character flaw? I’m much more outgoing than the rest of my family, and I’ll hang around any crowd so long as I see something in it for me. I like to think of myself as open minded and accepting. I don’t have the prejudices and bigotries the rest of my family has, and well, if I did, you can bet I’d do a far better job of masking them. The world’s changing, and while they’re firmly rooted in the past and their concerns of purity and nobility and preserving what’s left, I have other plans. I won’t be just another name on a family tree that, in all honesty, should have been burned down years ago.
My background story is I'm the third born child in the Lillantine family. I have always been the 'spare' to my elder brother Vander's 'heir', and as such I've been dismissed and ignored by my father since the moment I was born. My mother has always coddled me, either to make up for this or simply out of spite because he wasn't happy about my birth. I'm inclined to think it's the latter. Because of this I am entirely far too dependent on one parent, and near strangers with the other. Vander has always harassed and antagonized me because our mother favors me over him; while he pushes our sister Anti around too, he'll always go for me first because my mere existence apparently infuriates him. I learned how to take advantage of this at a young age. I was assumed to be a squib until I was around eight, which is when I finally showed magical ability, which just added to my father's disdain and my brother's derision. On the plus side, I'm slightly less of a disgrace. On the negative side, I'm now considered 'slow' and a 'late bloomer'. I'm ecstatic to be going to Hogwarts, even though my older siblings are currently there, and I'm very interested to see what house I'm put into.
My first year went really well. I was sorted into Slytherin, which was an annoyance, but I think I've adjusted fairly well. If getting under Vander's skin is fun, getting under him and Wendy's skin simultaneously is even better. The jury's still out on my classmates; they could be a tremendous amount of fun, or bore me to tears for the next seven years.
My second year was fine. The highlight of the year was probably the Valentine's Day masquerade they hosted- not that that's saying much. I spent the time with a cat and a little fox, and they were fun. I'm looking forward to a really great summer, though. And it was! Really great, I mean. Well, aside from getting beat up. Just like Vander, Anti's a lot stronger than she looks. I've never seen her that angry before. But it's not like she broke anything.
I enjoy infuriating people, learning new things about those around me, making friends, getting what I want, being pitied.
I despise vegetables, animals, name calling, cursing, and being forced to spend time with certain members of my family.
I'm afraid of dying young.
My strengths are my friendliness and my patience.
My flaws are my manipulative nature and unwillingness to help others unless there's something in it for me.
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NICKNAMES»» Rosa, Roz AGE»» 11 BIRTHDAY»» August 5th, 2039 GENDER»» Female FACE-CLAIM»» - - - ✖ BLOOD STATUS»» Pureblood WAND»» Hazel, fairy hair, 12 and 1/5 inches, springy, decorated shaft LANGUAGES SPOKEN»» English PET»» Ferret named Holiday
LIKES xxx»» Theater, especially musicals xxx»» Costumes and jewelry xxx»» Music, especially opera xxx»» Antiquing xxx»» Old horror movies DISLIKES xxx»» Uniforms xxx»» Bad hair days xxx»» Sports xxx»» Reptiles and amphibians xxx»» Remakes and unnecessary sequels HOBBIES xxx»» Writing her own dark and tragic musicals xxx»» Making her own clothes xxx»» Interior design
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DRAMATIC xxx»» Rosamund is an inherently dramatic person. Life is more fun when you pretend to take everything very seriously, and really take nothing seriously at all. While not all of her melodramatics, pouting, and glee is an elaborate act, she sometimes is completely divorced from her genuine first reactions because she's so conscious of an audience at all times. Rarely does one see the 'real' unembellished Rosa in the wild; she has way too much fun putting on a show.
SELF-CENTERED xxx»» Rosamund is a very self-absorbed individual. She tends to put herself and her own feelings and desires first and foremost, not necessarily out of spite or greed but because she often just forgets to think about other people and their personal concerns. She can sometimes fall into the trap of believing she is the only 'real' person- the star of the show, the main character. This often comes back to bite her when others do not cooperate or react to her whims as she'd envisioned.
OBSERVANT xxx»» When she puts her mind to it, Rosamund can be very observant. She's very good at mimicking others, from their voices to their general personality traits, and she knows how to switch into different personas to get what she wants. It's not as though she has entirely different personalities, she's just much more adaptable than most would assume of her at first glance, and she is capable of changing with the wind, even if she won't be happy to do so.
FASHIONABLE xxx»» Rosa prides herself on her fashion sense, and not only that, but being 'up' on trends in general. She takes great pride in her physical appearance, from her hair to her clothes, and expects other to do so as well. She can be quite judgmental and snotty because of this, often making assumptions about people based on how they carry themselves or what clothes they wear, and it is difficult for her to accept that it's really what's inside that matters, not the shiny exteriors.
IMPULSIVE xxx»» Rosamund is incredibly impulsive and can be very reckless and careless both with herself and others. She doesn't tend to think things through and prefers to improvise on the spot rather than actually plan things out. While this sometimes works in her favor, as she's quite quick-witted and eloquent, other times it falls flat and results in a big mess for her and others to clean up. She often has unrealistic expectations of what experiences or people will be like, and is quite vocal with her disappointment when things don't measure up.
IMPRACTICAL xxx»» Rosamund is not a very practical or grounded person. She often lives in a fantasy world that revolves around her and her wants and needs, and fails to take things such as money, time, and other people's independent wills into account. While she dreams big, big dreams don't usually pan out, to her dismay, and she has a hard time accepting that if she wants incredible things to happen to her, she's going to have to put some work in beyond just wishing on a star or waiting for the right moment to arrive.
STRENGTHS xxx»» She's an excellent actress. xxx»» She's very observant. WEAKNESSES xxx»» She's often impractical and unrealistic. xxx»» She's quite judgmental. FEARS xxx»» Anonymity. xxx»» Frogs.
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CHILDHOOD xxx»» Rosamund was born a few minutes before her twin brother, Titus. Together they were the youngest children of Evander and Wendy Lillantine, born into a relatively wealthy pureblood family. Rosamund grew up all but attached at the hip with her brother, and together they delighted in irritating their elder siblings, Caspian and Portia. Overall Rosamund's childhood was a loving, if incredibly spoiled and coddled one. Her parents sought to make up for their own upbringings by indulging their children, and while Rosa never doubted she was loved, she perhaps could have done with being told 'no' a bit more often. Mostly, she spent her days playing with her twin, who she considered her very best friend and the only person who really understood her and her dreams of fame (or infamy). While her sister Portia was a squib, Rosamund received a letter to Hogwarts alongside her twin, like their eldest brother. Although she dreaded the uniform and the homework, she did look forward to escaping their somewhat smothering parents and forging her own path in life, her brother by her side.
FAMILY xxx»» PARENTS Evander and Wendy Lillantine xxx»» SIBLINGS Caspian, Portia, and Titus Lillantine FRIENDS xxx»» BEST FRIEND Titus Lillantine xxx»» - - - ENEMIES xxx»» Caspian Lillantine ACQUAINTANCES xxx»» Roland Bishop
