SUSAN◆ REBEKKA◆ CHANON
"Is this the life that you lead?
Or the life that's lead for you?
Will you take the road that's been laid out before you"
"Is this the life that you lead?
Or the life that's lead for you?
Will you take the road that's been laid out before you"
NAME ● My name is Susan Rebekka Chanon. I prefer to be called "Susan", but I reply if you call me "Sue". "Suzie" however, is a name I dislike very much. As is being called by my middle name, that's only there to prove that my mother respected her mother's wishes.
AGE ● I'm Seventeen, which is apparently a very important age for wizarding folk. Although it just feels like another year to me.
GENDER ● Well... Um, it should be pretty obvious that I'm a Female... jerk.
SEXUALITY● What's with all the questions? Well, just so you'll leave me alone... I would say that I'm Asexual. Don't look at me like that! I'm not interested!
YEAR ● I'm attending my final year at Hogwarts! It'll be sad to leave, but an another step to... something to look forward to.
HOUSE ● "You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve and chivalry, Set Gryffindors apart"
WAND ● My wand is made out of Willow with a Unicorn Hair as it's core. It is about eight inches long, and is very flexible.
APPEARANCE ● I would say that I'm about five and a half feet tall... Maybe even a bit shorter. I would say that I'm average, it's better than being a giant- no-offense to all the giants out there. I've got brown hair, which I like to keep long. I have a pale complexion (it comes with being British), with a few freckles and birth marks here and there. My mother would always call me a toothpick, saying that I was too thin for my own good. What does she know? I do have a few piercings, here and there, most notably on my nose and ears. I'm also not proud to carry around a collection of scars across my body. Luckily, they can easily be covered up with clothes.
Clothes... They aren't that important to me. A pair of jeans, a sweater and I'm good to go, that's my usual attire when I'm at home during the summers. I prefer wearing clothes that are long and can cover scars. So it's rare that you'll see me in a skirt, dress or any other revealing clothes. Nothing extravagant, nothing out of the ordinary. Normal. Unlike some of those pureblood families (once again, no-offense) that you see running around London every once in a while.
PERSONALITY ●
Independent
When I entered the wonderful life of magic, I realized that I would have to fend for myself. In real life, nobody is going to be there to hold your hand, people are more likely to wave you off as a second class citizen. As such, I've developed a tough outer shell, which not many come break. I don't usually accept gifts of charity. The only thing I consistently accept is the wolfsbane potion made for me by one of my teachers, or else there would be some wild beast roaming the halls. If there is a puzzle worth solving, I'd rather do it myself. Some might call me distrusting, or ungrateful, but I'd rather not rely on anyone else.
Driven: I always have to do my best, because I know that that's the only way I can succeed. If I were to mope around about how horrible life is, nothing would be done. I hate not being able to do anything, and when I'm in one of my moods, I usually find things for me to do. I like to set goals for myself, because the satisfaction from achieving those goals feels great.
Paranoid: It would seem that I always have this feeling that people are watching, talking or plotting against me. It might make me sound crazy, but I'm really not. I guess that I'm just worried of what people think of me. I always wondered what would happen if somebody at school were to find out about my condition. Rumors would spread around like wild fire, it's impossible to keep a secret at Hogwarts. I would probably be kicked out of school because nobody would want to be around me. I'm just... a bit self-conscious?
Unsocial: It's not that I hate people, it's just that I prefer my own company. I might have a few friends here and there, but that's it. I didn't get much of a chance to make friends as a child, so when it came to socializing in school, I was a few years behind. I remember my first few years at Hogwarts being painfully awkward. That's without having anyone know about my lycanthropy, imagine how popular I would be when people knew. I would like to think that it won't affect me at all, but that isn't how the world works. It's not that I'm afraid of what people think of me... no, not at all.
Beastly: Most of the time I would like to think that I'm calm, collective and respectful, but on days when the full moon is quickly approaching, I tend to be more... Beastly, tempermental. Meaning, I can be quick to get angered or aggravated by the simplest of mistakes or annoyances. I'm also a lot more quiet and solitary at these times, so it would be best not crack any jokes, complain about, or even talk about my moodiness. Or I'll bite...
BIOGRAPHY ● Before we start talking about my history, I think that it would be wise to talk about those special people in my life, who brought me into this world.
My mother, Catherine Chanon, was born, raised and lived in the city of Maidstone for the better part of her life. According to her, her parents were very religious; they stuck to the bible like it was glue. It carried on to generation to generation, but of course; the rules and customs became less and less strict. When it came to me, it was basically just as simple as going to church every Sunday. Anyways, back to my family. She was a muggle, had no connection whatsoever to the magical world. Actually, there’s nothing that interesting about mom, which is quite sad to say. She did some missionary work in her early twenties, met my father when in her mid twenties and got pregnant around the same time.
My Father left my other sometime after I was born-
Wait did you stop reading already? Seriously, this isn't some sob story about a single mother making it on her own, overcoming the odds. It's a completely different story. Let's get back on track.
He left for a selfless some reason, for the greater good, he left because he was dangerous. He was a werewolf.
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My earliest memory is a rather silly one. I must have been at least four. I awoke in my bed, I wasn’t feeling well, and my mother was sitting on the edge of my bed. She had a glass of orange juice in one hand, a wet towel in the other. She smiled at me. It was the kind of smile that was forced, as if to hide something.
“How’re you feeling, Sweetie?” She said, handing me the juice, then brushing away a lock of hair from my eyes. I remember being happy, oddly enough, because I was as sick as a dog. I had a secret, it wasn’t much of a secret, more of an odd dream, but I just wanted to let it out.
“Mama. I had a funny dream.”
I know now, that I’ve had the dream multiple times before then, and that the dream was reality. When I told her that, she looked worried for a moment, the smile faltered from her face for a split second, her eyes widened watering a bit. “You must be really tired, and so am I. Mama had a rough night. We should both go to sleep.” With that, she stood up from my bed, kissed me on my forehead, and left the room.
I realized that something was wrong, but I wasn’t sure what it was. Did I upset her somehow? What was wrong? It seemed to go on for years. I didn’t know that I was the problem. I thought that I was normal.
From the age of five, up until I was nine, I was schooled at home. My mother had to work late night shifts at many jobs so that she could teach me all that I needed to know. I didn't get out much, and by that, I mean that I didn't have much of chance to interact with other children my age. Though, when we did go out, I noticed that many kids had two parents.
Whenever I asked mum where dad was, she would always tell me the same thing.
“He's unwell, Honey. It was best for him to live by himself.”
I would continue pestering her with questions, wanting to find out everything I could about him.
My ninth birthday quickly passed by, and I got a present that I wasn’t expecting, but nonetheless, hoped to have.
He arrived by the chimney.
In a flurry of green fire, he stepped into our living room. I was confused, but my mother maintained a straight face, her eyes were transfixed on the intruder. For the first time in a while, I was actually afraid. I pulled on the hem of my mother’s shirt, but she didn’t move.
“You knew that this day was coming?”
I looked at him, not daring to mutter a single word. My gaze looked up at my mother, she refused to say or do anything either. “Don’t fret, she’s alright.” The man pulled out a stick, waved it in the air and pointed it at my mother. “Don’t worry dear, now, go with your father.” She was in some kind of trance, which I now know to be the Imperious Curse. I was naïve, and I followed my mother’s order and went with the man through the fireplace.
It was the first thing he said as we stepped out from the fireplace. Somehow, we had teleported into another person’s house. It was majestic, well kept and I could tell that whoever’s house this was, they were rich. Despite being in a whole different environment, I was quite literally shaking, I wasn’t sure if it was from the excitement of meeting my “father” or for being so frightened with the whole situation.
The man kneeled down, placed a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into him for a hug. It was the most awkward hug of my life. There was no emotion between the two of us. No connection, no anything. He pulled away a few moments after.
“Look at all those scars-”
“You’re sick?” I blurted out.
He looked like he was offended, but he laughed it off as a child’s innocence.
“No, no. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. I have much to explain as well.”
For the next hour, he told me something that would change me forever. I was a witch, obviously. He explained to me how I would have to attend a school in two years, how I would have to follow their rules, and that I would have to learn the magical way of life. He said that my parents had already made arrangements. I was to live with my father up until I was eleven, then I would attend Hogwarts. I was really excited about going to school, I was told that I would be around many other children my own age, I would be able to interact with them. I was still very confused, the whole concept of magic confused me, I wanted answers. I wanted to know where he had been all my life, why he came back, who he was, what I was. When he was finally done explaining, he paused, waiting for me to say something.
“Mama said you were sick. That’s why you had to go.”
[“I left because at the time, it was best for both of us. I was having trouble with my work. I wasn’t sick; I just couldn’t juggle work and family at same time. I know that is a horrible excuse, but I helped you and your mother as best as I could-" He took out his wand. “With this, I can do almost anything, and in a few years, you will the same things that I know.”
“Sometimes, I get really sick-“
“That, I cannot fix.” He interrupted me, knowing full well what I was about to ask. “I can help you control it, but not make it go away.” He looked down at his wristwatch, and groaned. “We should get you back home to collect your things.”
My mother didn’t seem to mind about me moving into my father’s house, she refused to come along, it was odd for her not to tail around with me, to make sure if everything was alright. It was almost as if she was expecting this to happen. My father transported all my belongings via magic, and I went to go live with him.
The first night at my new home was filled with awkward silences. When he showed me to my new room, I was amazed with how… princess like it was. With pink colors, frilly curtains and bed-sheets and an uncanny sense of organization. It was then and there when he started to explain my condition. Apparently, among the wizarding community, I was a freak. Well, he didn’t come out and say it like that, but it was the main message. Remember my “dreams” that I vaguely explained a few paragraphs ago? Well, in those “dreams”, I turned into a beast, an animal, a monster. Lycanthropy was a term I haven’t ever heard of before, but it was a reality. My mother did a horrible job of taking care of my affliction, chaining me up in the basement was not the best way to deal with the growing monster on the full moon. According to my father, a simple potion was all that was needed to control the beast. I was confused with the whole concept, but wasn’t surprised; I knew that I was different. When I questioned him about how I came to be a werewolf, he said that he had no clue.
Over the next two years, I found out a lot about my father. He worked for the Ministry of Magic, as the Head of the department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He always seemed to be at work, which was an odd change for me, seeing as how it was rare for me to be without a parent’s supervision, but that wasn’t to say that I was completely alone. My father had remarried, and even had an other child.
It was odd at first, having to deal with another child in the house- In a way, my step-brother was my first friend. He was a few years younger than I was, but much more advanced when it came to the magical world. My step-mother, Amelia didn't pay much attention to me, mostly the servants tended to my every need. Father and Amelia wouldn't spend much time together, since they were usually at work, but once they did finally have some time alone, they spent it in secrecy. When I questioned my Step-Brother about it, he didn't have a clue as to what they were up to.
Most of my time at my father’s home was learning about magic, but once I reached to age of eleven, I went to Hogwarts. My father took me to buy all the necessary school supplies; he even showed me his work place.
It was amazing to actually see magic in the works, see the people involved, and to be a part of it. But, the visit to my father’s office wasn’t just for fun. We met with a representative of the school, to explain my special… predicament. Other than that, the remaining portion of the trip was entertaining.
My first year of schooling went by without any hitches. I was a bit overwhelmed, but not with schoolwork, I was doing quite well academically, but with people in general. I didn’t have any friends leading up to school, so it was hard for me to interact with anyone properly. Everyone thought that I was an odd case; any attempts I made to make friends always seemed to be unsuccessful. I honestly thought that there would be others like me in the school, others with problems like I had. I wasn’t open about being a werewolf, my father made a case to not talk about it, or about his job. I understood the werewolf thing, but not talking about his job? There was something about that that made me want to know why.
School continued on in this fashion for a couple more years. After learning about the inequalities many werewolves faced in their everyday normal lives, I spent as much time as I could researching and learning about werewolves and noticed a lack of information. I came up with this idea to document my specific case to provide more information about werewolves, and possible cures for the condition.
Throughout my years of studying, and an undying thirst for knowledge, I wanted to know more about my kind. It was common knowledge that the affliction was passed on by the saliva of a werewolf into the blood system of an unlucky victim. There were a few cases of it appearing from genetics, birth for example, they weren’t common. I knew that neither of my parents had the curse, so my first thought was adoption. That raised more questions, why would a couple adopt a werewolf baby, then split apart? That didn’t seem to make much sense either.
I found out eventually, but it wasn’t what I was really expecting.
I was foolish enough to follow my father and step-mother, when they went out for walk.
I don't wish to go into major details here, but as it turns out. My magical family was part of a Druidic Sect. I watched their meeting from afar, unable to understand what they were talking about, I left before the group disbanded. I waited a few more days before finally questioning my father about the meeting. He was taken aback from what I learned, and after some more pestering he finally caved in. We had a nice long talk, mostly about the origin of my condition. He explained that he willingly placed me as a candidate in a "social experiment". It wasn't within the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, and from the way he worded it, it was for the "betterment" of the wizarding world. I wasn't too happy about the situation, as anyone would be and I quickly left the place that had been my home for almost a decade. What kind of animal would allow one of their children to live through a less-than-normal life? A monster obviously. I found my mother's home and have lived with her since the beginning of the summer holidays, waiting for my final year at Hogwarts to start.
To this day, I continue to look up information regarding werewolves, and hopefully find a cure in the future.
STRENGTHS ● In terms of my career at Hogwarts, I would say that I'm skilled in Charms. Everything in that field of magic just seems to come naturally to me. Defense Against the Dark Arts is also one of my favourite classes, mostly because we learn such invaluable tools in that class. Nothing makes me feel better than throwing around a new spell before anyone else can. Speaking of which, Wizard Dueling is also a hobby of mine, the thrill of it, the excitement- I love it. Watching it is one thing, but participating in a duel is even better. Other than magic, I do enjoy writing, drawing- the "less important things" in life. I document my condition in the hopes that it will one day prove itself to be useful, and those skills always help.
WEAKNESSES ● You don't need a seer around to tell you that some horrific accident will happen when I get my hands on a broom. Remember that kid who couldn't control their broom at all during the first flying lessons? Yeah, well I don't either, because I ended up in the hospital ward. Although I do enjoy watching Quidditch, you won't ever see me be a part of it. Potions is another one of my weak spots. Which is horrible because if I could make my own Wolfsbane potion, I wouldn't have to deal with relying on anyone else. I'm also terrible with dealing with others, I'm not the best when it comes to interacting with people. I blame my mother for being a little bit overprotective. Which has lead me to become paranoid about what others think about me...
GREATEST FEAR ● When I first experienced my Boggart, I was unsure of what it would turn out to be. When our teacher finally opened up the cupboard. It transformed into two horrible, grotesque wolf creatures that fought. The battle lasted little more than thirty seconds, because I was taken aback by the scene. Once one had lost the fight, or "died", the winner rose to it's feet and transformed once again. This time it almost turned into myself, but before it could I finally muttered the incantation.
DEEPEST DESIRE ● At first, I was a bit skeptical about The Mirror of Erised, it's magic was renowned. When I stepped in front of it I saw myself, perhaps a few years older. I was wearing Ministry Robes, with a bright silver badge of the Order of Merlin on my chest. I was holding a book in my right hand, imprinted on the front cover were even more awards. In the reflection of the mirror, I noticed one thing in particular: the full-moon was reflected on it. I guess this symbolizes my hope for the cure for Lycanthropy, atleast, that is my guess anyways.
MISC. FACTS ● Well, there's the whole werewolf issue, that's a pretty important thing about me. I also carry around a small book, a journal if you will. It's basically all the information I've kept over the years of studying lycanthropy.
MY CLASSES ● Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology.
THEME SONG! ● TO BE ADDED LATER ;D
► Evermoar ◄
