Post by Blythe Novant on Jun 28, 2011 17:41:56 GMT -5
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Full Name: Blythe Destria Novant
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Blood Type: Pure blood
Species: Human
Familiar: None
Patronus: Vulture
Boggart: A werewolf
Place Of Work: Wherever the job calls for.
Position: ⇢ Dark Lady’s assassin
Strong Subjects:
- Ancient Runes
- Divination
Weak Subjects:
- Potions
- Muggle Studies
Wandcrafting: ⇢ be descriptive about why you picked each part.
⇢Wood: Rowan - Rowan wood is said to be able to increase the psychic abilities of the holder.
⇢Core: Owl wing feather - Due to an owls increased night vision, it is said that core of an owl feather will increase the casters abilities when it comes to a ‘darker’ form of magic.
⇢Length: 12.5in
⇢Flexibility: Supple
Personality:
As a student, Blythe was a care-free, fun loving girl, rarely causing trouble. She enjoyed the occasional prank though never was the cause of harm to another. As she grew older, hidden aspects of her personality began to appear. Throughout her family line, there had been many cases of mental disorders, some worse than others; however, as of late, nothing had arisen that could prove to be problematic for the Novant family. That was, of course, until Blythe started showing symptoms herself. It started with her becoming increasingly paranoid, not trusting those close to her, though that didn’t last for long. Blythe once more became a happy girl, though on a different level. She now found join in the pain of others, crying children, bleeding teens, the lot. She was always maniacally joyful, much to the dismay of her parents and she stays as such to this day.
HISTORY:
Blythe could recall it clearly, the day that she had entered her family home with a sick smile plastered upon her alabaster face. There was a family gathering that night, every member of her family was present. The only problem was that they were all so happy. Blythe just couldn’t hold with that. Biting her lip to contain the wealth of rage that was now coursing through her, she walked quickly to the kitchen, grabbing a large meat cleaver. From there, she continued to slaughter the entirety of her family, leaving only a pulpy mess behind for the inspectors to find, she was sent to Azkaban soon afterwards.
Blythes’ escape from Azkaban and entry into the army of the Dark Lady is her next fondest memory. Not only did she find it to be upbringing that she had managed to escape, but she was now among the ranks of those that could perhaps understand her. She took her place as Wrath at the Dark Lady’s side, doing her job quickly and fully.
Aspirations:
Blythe really doesn’t have any aspirations in life any longer, the only thing that she wishes for is to please her master. She could careless about the humble meaning of ‘goals’ and the such. She had no need for them any longer.
INVENTORY:
- A small pouch hanging around her neck, said to hold the crushed bone fragments of her mothers thumb - Blythe really has no specific reason for keeping this object. She merely wants constant memory of her first act. You could call it a form of motivation.
- A loose chain hanging from her waist - Blythe has shunned magic when it comes to killing. She prefers instead to resort to muggle methods as she has found them much more painful in the long run. This chain is her weapon of choice, it gives her so many options. If you look closely, it may even be possible for you to see the blood stains along the length.
- Iron Reaver Claws - This object is a must. It was the final horcrux made by the Dark Lady and it was given to Blythe for safe keeping. She uses the claws rarely, though they have strengthened her abilities ten-fold.
Face Claiming:
ROSARIO VAMPIRE, Ruby Tojo, Blythe Novant.
MY NAME IS GLASS AND I'M A WITCH.
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