Post by Naomi Arkwright on Mar 20, 2011 20:21:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border:solid 5px #181E24; background-color: #31414A;] Naomi  Full Name: Naomi Rhonwen Arkwright Age: 16, Nov. 1st Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Blood Type: Half-blood Species: Human witch; one eighth siren. (Paternal grandfather was a muggle born, maternal great-grandmother was full siren. Naomi doesn't yet know she's part siren.) Familiar:Everard, a rather ornery and large Eagle Owl. Will only let Naomi handle him, and will only carry mail for her. If handled by another, he'll often bite and will be very unruly. If made to carry mail for another person, it'll often arrive with talon or beak marks on it. Patronus: Harpy Eagle Boggart: A noose, which truly means much more than it seems. Naomi is afraid of suffocation and being unable to breath in general, so being choked is a nightmare. Also, two of her grandparents were hung when she was young by a savage gang of dark magic users. It also symbolizes her fear of death. House: Hufflepuff Year: 6th Strong Subjects: ⇢ Charms; she has a talent for it, so it seems. ⇢ Defense Against the Dark Arts; hell, who doesn't like this class? Weak Subjects: ⇢ Muggle Studies; she finds it rather bland and sometimes pretty uninformed. ⇢ History of Magic; worse than Muggle Studies, this class just can't keep her attention at all. Wandcrafting: ⇢Wood: Black Locust. The wood is rich and dark, carved beautifully. The handle is adorned with small carvings of sea-life and stars, and the very base is weighted with a large, glossy pearl. ⇢Core: Siren's Hair. The core of this wand was donated long ago by Naomi's great(x13)-grandmother. There are only five wands like it in the world, the famed 'singing' wands. The wands are also known to be unruly, only allowing themselves to be used by those that are part siren themselves. ⇢Length: 12 1/2". The wand is very much an extension of Naomi's arm, and the good length of it seems to reflect Naomi's personality in some ways. ⇢Flexibility: Whip-like, very flexible. Its whip-like nature is most seen in duels, where spells are flung and cracked out like as if from a whip. And the flexible wood used for the wand helps, adding more oomph to the whip. Personality: Naomi is pretty well known to be bluntly honest, a loyal friend, and a reliable witch. She has a creative mind, a compassionate heart, and a protective spirit. She expresses herself in the form of art, and it's a secret pleasure of her's to sing. She, for all her good points, seems to live within herself. And this all doesn't keep her from having bad points. She has a bad temper once set off, and will not hesitate to curse someone that pisses her off. Even then, she's still ornery a lot of the time, and can be pretty foul mouthed. She has an 'eye for and eye' sense of justice, and can she rather spiteful when 'proper' punishment isn't dispensed. She doesn't like the rules more often than not, willing to look for the loop holes so that she can get away with things. To top it off, she has self-destructive tendencies, zero self-confidence, and often thinks herself to be unattractive. She needs to come with a warning label; 'handle with care'. HISTORY: Were one to look into Naomi's mind, two memories would stick out the furthest of all the ones she's collected in her sixteen years of life. The first would be when she was given her wand. It was early January, one of the coldest and bitterest winters Naomi could remember. Her family was visiting her grandmother, a very beautiful woman in deed. Her features did not betray too terribly her old age, and her voice was like that of an angel. But one thing was certain; she was dying. With each day that passed, she seemed to look older and her voice seemed to face and crack. Naomi could hear her mother crying, but she was too young at the time to truly understand death. One evening, so late the world was black as pitch, Naomi's grandmother called to her. The elderly woman beckoned the child close, and told her mystical tails of the high seas, pirates, mermaids, valiant sailors, and most importantly, sirens. Naomi was entangled and entrapped within these stories, her eyes large with imagination and excitement. Grandmother smiled gently, glad to have passed on such stories to such a bright mind. And with that, the former beauty bestowed a great gift upon the young Naomi. A finely crafted wand, beautiful and dark. She requested that Naomi test it by using the spell of light, Lumos. Naomi did so, and the wand hummed a soft, wordless song as the light poured forth from the tip. Satisfied that her wand was in good hands, she ushered Naomi away, to go to bed and dream sweet dreams filled with the stories she'd been told. That night, Namoi's grandmother passed on in her sleep. It was Naomi's first real dealing with death, but it couldn't have been met in a better way. The other memory would be much more recent. As current as Naomi's third year. You see, that was when Naomi had her first ever crush. She had, by then, begun to wonder what all the girls were in a tizzy about. What was this 'love' thing? And why hadn't she ever felt it? Well, she had felt love for her family, but that was a much different case entirely. Naomi proceeded to ignore the other girls, shaking her head in disdain. No, she didn't want or need that kind of thing in her life. They wasted their time fawning over boys, wasted their money by buying tokens and gifts for their crushes. It was pointless! Some girls thought she was just bitter because none of the boys liked her, or they spread rumors that she was misplaced and should have been a Ravenclaw, because of how cold she was on the topic of 'love'. Much of this changed, rather suddenly, one late autumn afternoon. She was taking a short cut through the courtyard to get to an evening class when she happened upon a a sixth year student. He was a Gryffindor prefect, and he seemed to be practicing his demonology studies. Well, that was what she figured, since he was sparring with a tengu, both wielding wooden katanas. She was mystified, having never watched such displays of strength before. As the spar continued, the prefect boy was pushed back, and eventually stumbled and fell backwards. Unfortunately, Naomi was right in the way, and so the elder student was all but sitting on her now. Her face turned bright scarlet, and the tengu snickered, pointing at her with his wooden blade. "Who's your girlfriend?" he asked in a hoarse voice. The sixth year blushed himself, dismissing the demon spirit swiftly and helping Naomi up. He proceeded to apologize and introduce himself. Roland Blackwood...He was relaxed, and handsome on a more down-to-earth level. Best were his fierce green eyes... Roland and Naomi got to talking, and before they really realized it, the was already dark and starry out. Naomi became upset, because she had missed her class, and knew she would get detention for it. Roland gave her a light hearted smile and said he'd take care of it, offering to escort her to her class with a wink. She, though a bit flustered, accepted. Once they had found the teacher in his class, Roland proceeded to explain that he had asked Naomi for help and time had seemed to slip away from them and that he would take full responsibility. The teacher, seeing that he was a prefect, trusted his judgment and dismissed the impending detention. But requested that Roland escort Naomi back to her house, since the curfew hour had already passed. This is what spurred on their relationship. They stayed together, as an on and off couple and sure friends, until Roland graduated from Hogwarts. He proceeded to work on becoming an Auror, and the two have kept in contact through letters. But they don't see each other anymore, as school and work keep them far too busy, and Naomi's parents disapprove of him continuing to see her while she was in school. Aspirations: Naomi doesn't have much in the ways of plans for the future. She'd like to break out of her shell more, but she doesn't see that happened. All she can see for herself is to live life as a half-crazed, ornery old hermit in a hut somewhere far away. In truth, she would really like to see the world, conqur her fear of flying, and maybe return to Hogwarts someday after graduation as a Charms or Art teacher. INVENTORY: --Bag of Holding; A small bag beaded with blues, greens, and purples which is charmed to be MUCH bigger on the inside than out. Within this she keeps a pocket photobook of her family, school books, sketch books, note books, pencils, quills, inks, erasers, ect. She uses it mostly as a school bag, which conveniently allows her to keep her hands free while moving from class to class. Still weighs like a brick on a shoulder strap... --A 6"x5"x4 1/2" box, finely crafted from a variety of beautiful woods. The top lid is a mosaic pattern with is charmed to move with music. Within it are many of Naomi's most precious things, such as family heirlooms and childhood memories. It was rumored once that she kept a miniature pensive in there, but that was proven to be false when she was dared and pressured into showing a small group of people what was in it. It is kept on her bedside table and will only open to her voice. --A very soft puma plushie. Yes, she is 16 and still needs a a plushie to sleep. It's a force of habit now. To prevent people from stealing him, Naomi has had to place a charm on the plush. It will now screech, bite, and claw anyone who dares to touch it without her express permission. She working on making if fireproof and resistant to spells and hexes, to prevent truly cruel people from simply destroying it. She loves that little guy... Face Claiming: [i]FRUITS BASKET[/i], Arisa Uotani, Naomi Arkwright.MY NAME IS SIREN AND I'M A WITCH. |
