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name; cypria altair.
age / year; seventeen, sixth.
house; slytherin.
blood status; muggle.
model; gemma ward.
amortentia; musk, figs, sea salt, honey, and burnt incense.
patronus; a stag.
boggart; being strangled, specifically by voldemort.
house / quidditch positions; if you count sitting in the stands a quidditch position, than sure.
wand; hornbeam with a dragon heartstring core, 11¾".
broom; never in a million years would she get on a broom, love.
personality; there's always been a certain allure to cypria. something charming, wicked...yet jaded all the same. the girl herself is guarded, mostly due to all the little incidents in her past. she likes to keep things secretive almost all the time. if you haven't noticed, cypria doesn't lack intelligence. she's smart, making sure to have a plan at hand all the time. though being to careful in her case isn't exactly the best thing.
likes; salt, velvet blankets, the smell of smoke, fur, old books, defense against dark arts, stags, forests at nighttime, dark rooms, snow, watching people hunt, potions, mrs. norris, deep water, animal heads, quiet rooms, reading, astrology, tarot cards, and nicely dressed people.
dislikes; her hogwarts house, draco malfoy, death eaters, being alone in open areas, rude people, flying, knockturn alley, ignorance, stress, feeling defenseless, running, being disliked for her blood status, voldemort, anxiety, people who act like pigs, disorganization, and her father.
collection / storyboard;
bio; a mud-blood. a filthy, creature of dirt. well, to any pure-blood who think they piss gold. namely, her whole house. naturally, it was quite the shock to get sorted into the slytherin house. gryffindor, ravenclaw, even hufflepuff would seem to suit her better, eh? not true. not true at all. though she doesn't exactly gain the liking of her house, there's just something there deep inside of her that's bound to belong there. it's not quite visible, but it's there.
she wasn't exactly the little girl that started out her first year at hogwarts. it all wore her down. a sickly pale complexion, dull eyes, it's quite evident. though her personality didn't change.
she'd grown up in the muggle world with her father, yet another muggle business man. he was hardly ever home, and he still isn't. so naturally, she had a nanny. kastra lacroix. a dark witch. no one really knows much about her background. how she ended up among muggles? no one knows. as cypria was growing up, kastra would let her play around with spells cast, zener cards sold on the streets of knockturn alley, vile creatures, read story books on horrific topics, and really anything to make someone's skin crawl. and how funny, ulysses never even knew a thing about this. it was only until cypria was older did she notice something was off. unexpected things would happen, scary things. she would have nightmares, flashbacks of her mother who she'd never even seen. cypria no longer felt comfort around the woman.
at age eleven, she had received her hogwarts acceptance letter. kastra simply would smile, not saying a word. it was only a few days before the first year of hogwarts starting that ulysses found out. he was shocked that his own daughter was something like this. he never really got over it, but it didn't matter since the man was hardly in the same room as his daughter from the start.
it was only that summer before second year that cypria found out the fate of the woman who was considerably closest to her. kastra was a blood traitor. and as a cruel punishment, they tortured her the 'human' way other than by magic. strangling her.
it was all soon just a memory, frankly. tucked away with everything else.
family;
+ ulysses altair : clint eastwood : 57 : father.
+ kastra lacroix : daphne guiness : age unknown : nanny. deceased.
other;
+ a tattoo of mars's sign, the shield and spear, is on her collar bone. there's not much remembrance to how she got it, waking up one day in her third year with it marked on her skin.
+ cypria is almost always covered in bruises or scratches. it's been quite peculiar, since she doesn't even need to do anything for them to appear.
+ tbc
name; cypria altair.
age / year; seventeen, sixth.
house; slytherin.
blood status; muggle.
model; gemma ward.
amortentia; musk, figs, sea salt, honey, and burnt incense.
patronus; a stag.
boggart; being strangled, specifically by voldemort.
house / quidditch positions; if you count sitting in the stands a quidditch position, than sure.
wand; hornbeam with a dragon heartstring core, 11¾".
broom; never in a million years would she get on a broom, love.
personality; there's always been a certain allure to cypria. something charming, wicked...yet jaded all the same. the girl herself is guarded, mostly due to all the little incidents in her past. she likes to keep things secretive almost all the time. if you haven't noticed, cypria doesn't lack intelligence. she's smart, making sure to have a plan at hand all the time. though being to careful in her case isn't exactly the best thing.
likes; salt, velvet blankets, the smell of smoke, fur, old books, defense against dark arts, stags, forests at nighttime, dark rooms, snow, watching people hunt, potions, mrs. norris, deep water, animal heads, quiet rooms, reading, astrology, tarot cards, and nicely dressed people.
dislikes; her hogwarts house, draco malfoy, death eaters, being alone in open areas, rude people, flying, knockturn alley, ignorance, stress, feeling defenseless, running, being disliked for her blood status, voldemort, anxiety, people who act like pigs, disorganization, and her father.
collection / storyboard;
bio; a mud-blood. a filthy, creature of dirt. well, to any pure-blood who think they piss gold. namely, her whole house. naturally, it was quite the shock to get sorted into the slytherin house. gryffindor, ravenclaw, even hufflepuff would seem to suit her better, eh? not true. not true at all. though she doesn't exactly gain the liking of her house, there's just something there deep inside of her that's bound to belong there. it's not quite visible, but it's there.
she wasn't exactly the little girl that started out her first year at hogwarts. it all wore her down. a sickly pale complexion, dull eyes, it's quite evident. though her personality didn't change.
she'd grown up in the muggle world with her father, yet another muggle business man. he was hardly ever home, and he still isn't. so naturally, she had a nanny. kastra lacroix. a dark witch. no one really knows much about her background. how she ended up among muggles? no one knows. as cypria was growing up, kastra would let her play around with spells cast, zener cards sold on the streets of knockturn alley, vile creatures, read story books on horrific topics, and really anything to make someone's skin crawl. and how funny, ulysses never even knew a thing about this. it was only until cypria was older did she notice something was off. unexpected things would happen, scary things. she would have nightmares, flashbacks of her mother who she'd never even seen. cypria no longer felt comfort around the woman.
at age eleven, she had received her hogwarts acceptance letter. kastra simply would smile, not saying a word. it was only a few days before the first year of hogwarts starting that ulysses found out. he was shocked that his own daughter was something like this. he never really got over it, but it didn't matter since the man was hardly in the same room as his daughter from the start.
it was only that summer before second year that cypria found out the fate of the woman who was considerably closest to her. kastra was a blood traitor. and as a cruel punishment, they tortured her the 'human' way other than by magic. strangling her.
it was all soon just a memory, frankly. tucked away with everything else.
family;
+ ulysses altair : clint eastwood : 57 : father.
+ kastra lacroix : daphne guiness : age unknown : nanny. deceased.
other;
+ a tattoo of mars's sign, the shield and spear, is on her collar bone. there's not much remembrance to how she got it, waking up one day in her third year with it marked on her skin.
+ cypria is almost always covered in bruises or scratches. it's been quite peculiar, since she doesn't even need to do anything for them to appear.
+ tbc
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