Brynn Morrighan
Jul 7, 2016 16:33:48 GMT -6
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Brynn Morrighan
-BASICS-
Full Name: Brynn Macha Morrighan (it's her chosen name)
Age: turns 18 in December
Alignment: Neutral; everyone assumes she's a dark witch or a DeathEater, but really she doesn't care. If it doesn't involve her or those she loves personally then she'll stay neutral.
Blood Status: pureblood
Nationality: Irish
Sexuality: bisexual
Taken status: Single
-APPEARANCE-
Face Claim: Katie McGrath
Hair Colour: Dark brown or black; she often dyes it depending on her mood
Eye Colour: blue-green; sometimes they look bluer, other times they look greener.
Distinguishing Features: she has a raven tattooed across her back
-ACADEMIC/PROFESSIONAL HISTORY-
School Year: 7th year. Transferring from Hogwarts under a different name.
Which TWO Houses would you most like to be sorted into, and why? Leona or Boreas; she's fierce, indifferent to many others, always researching into the darker spells (she would haunt the restricted section in the library if you let her) and their origins, she can be friendly enough if she likes you, but generally treats strangers like they're some strange fungus on the wall, can be quick with both her temper and her words.
Wand: The wand is made of rowan and has a core of thestral hair. It is 10 and 3/4 inches long and is reasonably springy. It is darkly colored and ornately carved. Brynn has decorated it with black raven feathers and small amethysts hanging from the handle by a leather cord.
Pets: Black cat named Fury and a pet raven she calls Badb.
Other Items: She has a black cloak with a raven feather collar that she's made herself and is continuously adding onto. She wears it almost every time she's not in school robes. She has a black scrying bowl that was her mother's.
-PERSONALITY-
Overall Personality: Brynn appears to be pretty cold and aloof on the outside, always watching people with her eerie eyes. It may seem like she hates everyone, but really she's only disinterested. She's had a bad history with strangers assuming the worst of her, so she prefers to keep to herself. If someone does bother her enough that she gets used to them (and perchance call them friend) she does stand up for them and protect them where she can.
-HISTORY-
Hometown: Brynn is from County Kerry, Ireland. She started her wizarding training in the UK, spending a time at Hogwarts. But now she's fled her family and makes her home here in Canada.
Family: Brynn comes from two pureblood, Death Eater families, the Corvins and the Byrnes. In recent years Brynn has heard the rumor that her mother was not a Death Eater herself, but that she was forced into the marriage by her own parents to support the cause. She has a younger brother, Declan, who is currently attending Hogwarts.
Overall History: Brynn was born as Caitlin Corvin. Her mother, Brienne Byrne passed away when she was six years old. All Brynn had been told was that her mother was ill, but she was never allowed to go see her mother to confirm that diagnosis for herself. Her father, Connan Corvin, was not a nice man by any means. He had venomous hatred for Muggles and halfboods, as well any other pureblood families who not only supported them, but also those who were neutral and didn't do their part to eradicate them. Brynn's belief is that her mother was, at most, a passive Death Eater, going with the flow, hiding herself in the crowd. The memories she has of her mother were as a loving, caring, warm person, to everyone not just her. Brynn believes that if it was just an act to hide her Death Eater affiliation than it was rather impressive; her father couldn't hide his natural disdain for everyone if he tried. Brynn tried to follow in her mother's footsteps, being kind and friendly to everyone, but it only brought disaster. Not only did she feel her father's anger through his harsh, physical punishments, but she was ridiculed and labeled as a witch (and a dark one at that) wherever she went. When Brynn was at Hogwarts, in the Slytherin House, she was constantly being stereotyped as a dark wizard because of her House and her family. When she was home she was punished for not participating in the Death Eater ways with the rest of the family. She would run off outside the wizarding community, into the Muggle cities, and the young people there would laugh at her clothing, her mistake of bringing wizarding currency instead of Muggle, and generally would just make her feel like an outcast. The more she tried to fit in in one world made her feel even more alienated in the other. Eventually she had enough, and packed up just enough to make her way out of Ireland. Now through means that aren't quite approved by the Ministry of Magic, she's made it here to Canada. She's determined to finish her education, and move on with her life, independently, and under a new name inspired by her mother.
{OPTIONAL}
Mirror of Erised: She secretly wants to be in a community where she's accepted and belongs, where her differences are complementary to those around her. She doesn't want to blend in with everyone else, but she doesn't want to be completely isolated anymore, either.
Boggart: Being surrounded by a crowd of people, Muggles, her family, Death Eaters wearing masks, all sneering and jeering at her, throwing stones, making her bleed, from the memory of being constantly persecuted for being different no matter where she went.
Dementor: Her father locking her in a small closet as a punishment, and casting a charm to bring all the spiders out of the ancient house's walls to keep her company, knowing she was terrified of spiders.
Patronus: She hasn't quite mastered her fear yet, so she's not sure.
-PLAYER-
Alias: Amber
Experience: since 2001
Other Characters: Geordie Riddell, Christy Riddell, Emery Fernlily, Shira Skye, Avery Fairbanks, Deryn Adams
Your word of honor that you have read the rules: Yes ma'am
Sample RP:
The noise from the bonfire was carrying over the trees to land upon Brynn's ears. There was fiddle music playing, laughter, and a lot of chatter. What would possess her to come out to such an event? She was usually so anti-social. When she was at Hogwarts everyone steered clear of her. She had been in Slytherin, after all, and that was to be expected (mistakenly so). However, upon her arrival here something felt a lot different. There was no class system like there was at Hogwarts. People of all different Houses mingled, and she wasn't used to that. Not only that but no one stared at her in a weird way. Maybe it was the grey robes this school enforced all the students to wear during class hours. They weren't black like at Hogwarts. That didn't stop Brynn from wearing her signature dark clothes and smokey eyeliner, though, but she only received a couple of looks. No glares or scoffs, nothing like she was used to. Even her professors didn't treat her like a special case. She was pretty sure that was because of the name she was going by now. Without her family name, no one associated her with the Irish Death Eaters.
So now here she was, traipsing her way along the will o' the wisp-lighted path to where this bonfire was being held. As the scene presented itself before her she felt her spirit lift in an unusual way. What was it about this place? She hadn't felt this excited since her first year at Hogwarts. But of course, one couldn't tell just by looking at her. On the outside she was still as cool and collected as ever. Her blue-green eyes (more green in the firelit night) took in the refreshment table, with nervous students milling about, piling up plates precariously high with food. There was a cluster of professors talking and laughing, looking quite at ease. There was a young, unkempt looking fellow playing a blue fiddle, with a brunette sitting nearby on a log watching him. The rest of the crowd was either milling about and mingling, or sitting on the logs surrounding the blazing bonfire. Brynn saw a vacant log and weaved her way towards it, the only eyes meeting hers holding no animosity whatsoever. Again, she thought this was most peculiar. She made it to the log, and she sat, stretching her arms out towards the fire to warm her fingers from the chill of the autumn air.
The noise from the bonfire was carrying over the trees to land upon Brynn's ears. There was fiddle music playing, laughter, and a lot of chatter. What would possess her to come out to such an event? She was usually so anti-social. When she was at Hogwarts everyone steered clear of her. She had been in Slytherin, after all, and that was to be expected (mistakenly so). However, upon her arrival here something felt a lot different. There was no class system like there was at Hogwarts. People of all different Houses mingled, and she wasn't used to that. Not only that but no one stared at her in a weird way. Maybe it was the grey robes this school enforced all the students to wear during class hours. They weren't black like at Hogwarts. That didn't stop Brynn from wearing her signature dark clothes and smokey eyeliner, though, but she only received a couple of looks. No glares or scoffs, nothing like she was used to. Even her professors didn't treat her like a special case. She was pretty sure that was because of the name she was going by now. Without her family name, no one associated her with the Irish Death Eaters.
So now here she was, traipsing her way along the will o' the wisp-lighted path to where this bonfire was being held. As the scene presented itself before her she felt her spirit lift in an unusual way. What was it about this place? She hadn't felt this excited since her first year at Hogwarts. But of course, one couldn't tell just by looking at her. On the outside she was still as cool and collected as ever. Her blue-green eyes (more green in the firelit night) took in the refreshment table, with nervous students milling about, piling up plates precariously high with food. There was a cluster of professors talking and laughing, looking quite at ease. There was a young, unkempt looking fellow playing a blue fiddle, with a brunette sitting nearby on a log watching him. The rest of the crowd was either milling about and mingling, or sitting on the logs surrounding the blazing bonfire. Brynn saw a vacant log and weaved her way towards it, the only eyes meeting hers holding no animosity whatsoever. Again, she thought this was most peculiar. She made it to the log, and she sat, stretching her arms out towards the fire to warm her fingers from the chill of the autumn air.