Post by Cerridwen Baine on Aug 5, 2011 22:21:24 GMT -6
Cerridwen Morrigan Baine
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` full name !
Cerridwen Morrigan Baine
` name meanings !
Cerridwen: Celtic Goddess of Healing and Femininity. She is the guardian of the Cauldron of Wisdom.
Morrigan: The Celtic Goddess of Death and War. She is a goddess that chooses the men from the battlfield, that she will take to the summerlands.
Baine: Probably based on Bane, a detriment to something.
` nicknames !
Cerri
` gender !
Female
` birthdate & age !
April First Nineteen-Sixty, Seventeen
` school year !
Seventh Year
` special positions !
Seeker
` sexuality !
Bi-romantic(meaning she can love either gender), assumed Asexual(shows no interest in sex, but is Heteroflexible)
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something"
[/color][/font][/center]` hair colour and style !
If Cerridwen was actually to take care of her hair, it might be quite lovely. In reality it still is, in a rather odd haphazard way. Her hair falls nearly to her shoulderblades, when freshly brushed out. She brushes it out each morning, and tends to just let it lie where it will. When she was younger she preferred to cut it short. But with her Grandmother recently entering the picture, she is trying to keep things on good terms with her family. Grandma wants her hair long, thus Cerri very begrudgingly does so.
Her hair has a slightly natural wave to it, but it's mostly straight in it's structure. Just not pin straight, as plenty of other girls are gifted with. When she lets it go to all hell, it turns into a riot of waves and curls. Her hair can't seem to decide if it wants to stay nice. Her hair happens to be a rather nice medium brown color. All throughout it is streaked with blond highlights, naturally placed there from all of her time in the sun. Her hair is lighter in the summer months, and slowly darkens as the sun lessens.
Her bangs are cut so that they fall over her right eye. In a rather sweep like motion. She spends a lot of time pushing back her bangs, and glaring rather furiously at her now long hair.
` eye colour and shape !
Cerridwen has rather striking eyes, once one gets passed the rather half-lidded approach she takes to the world. But her eyes, when fully open, have a rather lovely color to them. Take a rather lovely pale brandy color, almost similar to a fine scotch, and mix that with some sunshine. This color is almost amber in color, in most lights it is. The color tends to draw attention, but not from all. She is far from a girl that recognizes the talents of her eyes.
Her eyes are mainly the amber coloration, with a darker almost chocolate brown ring that surrounds the amber color. It seems to make the eyes have a slight popping quality to them. A light and dark combination that draws the eyes in. They are set rather nicely in an almost almond shape. Above them is a pair of high arching, almost wing like brows, that are of a medium brown coloration. Her lashes are long and thick, and often a bane for her when she is trying to portray herself as much of a male as she can.
` weight !
105
` height !
5'
` distinguishing features !
Cerridwen is possessing of a rather attractive face. If she allowed herself to ever take care of herself like other girls do, she might even be considered pretty. Right now, she's attractive at best. She prefers to keep it that way. She really doesn't like the ideals that people have, that involve judging people based on their appearances. She works her hardest to get to know people, and get to know who they really are. So being judged for her appearance, really bothers her.
Her facial structure is somewhere between delicate, and stubborn. It sounds odd, but when one gets a good look, they understand. With high cheekbones, that cause the lines of her face to soften, and a gently sloping chin. Her face overall comes together, to form the image of the woman she will be. She is not quite really a woman yet, and that shows on her face. It's still filling in completely, and it doesn't help that she constantly has something or other smudged all over it.
Her lips are made to pout, and she didn't exactly learn that at all. To be completely honest, she has no clue that her full bottom lip could be consider a weapon in it's own right. A rather pale peach color, that matches nicely with her evenly cream skin tone. She takes at least enough care of her skin to make sure that her lips aren't chapped, and she isn't broken out like a prepubescent prom date.
To say Cerridwen has the build of a dancer, would be an understatement. This girls body is all compact musculature. This comes from all the years she has spent wandering the heather fields with her brothers. Climbing up and down rock outcroppings, and spending many a summer being tutored by her mother. Not only her mother, but her father. Her father was rather good with a sword, as odd as his family was, this was just another oddity. The girl knows how to fight on her own, and she will use her lithe body to do so.
Standing only at Five feet even, she has a rather light looking build. People may tend to underestimate her ability to lash back at them. She dislikes any references to her height, being made. She has gotten enough teasing on this, from her brothers. Much less to get even further teasing from her schoolmates.
` face claim !
Amber Tamblyn
"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!"
[/color][/font][/center]` likes !
Cerridwen likes many a thing, there is a wide and long list, a list that could aid one in understanding the girl. The thing that makes her happiest is her family. Her eleven brothers, her father and mother, her fourteen cousins, and her seven uncles. All make her deliriously happy. Below is a list of a few items that can actually make her happy, if you can manage to use them on her, kudos to to you:
Dark Chocolate
Warm Summer Nights
Hanging out with the boys
Pranks (Whether pulling them, or being part of them)
Magic
Friends(I'm open to her having one or two, can be added to her history later)
Family (There are several of her family members that are adoptable, feel free to pick from them.)
The smell of the air, just after it rains.
A good hard day of training.
` dislikes !
Being judged for what she is, instead of WHO she is. It tends to really bother her, it's her biggest dislike. Don't judge her based on her bloodstatus or her appearance, that will get you nothing but her ire. Below is a list (more will be added) of items that she dislikes:
Hypocrites
Anyone picking on someone smaller then them
Her brother "backing" her up
Honestly? Not having a boyfriend. She has wanted one for awhile, but due to her brothers, and their scaring people, she doesn't know the foggiest on how to go about this.
Fancy people food, she really really dislikes it. Sounds childish, but it's true.
Frogs, fucking frogs! It's all her brothers fault! They had to coat her bed in them!
Pretentious Prigs, who think they are better.
` felix felicius !
Strong Will - She is a very strong willed young woman. This will be used in a plethora of ways.
Caring - She is completely willing to care about everyone and anyone. Even Professor Riddle. She will give anyone a chance.
Instinct driven - She is driven by her instincts, quite often. She trusts her gut, on whether she can trust someone.
A fighter to the end - When the time comes, she will stand and she will fight. She will fight for those that need it most, and she is willing to die for the cause she believes in.
Intelligent - Her mother is a Ravenclaw Alumni, she did pass some of that on to her daughter.
` dementor !
The first time she saw death, it was grisly, and it wasn't very pretty. She was on her way home, as a child in school, and there was an accident. She was inside the car with a couple other girls in her class. Her friends mother was taking them all back home, from the school. There was a truck coming down the road, and the driver of the truck obviously passed out at the wheel, swerving into the wrong lane.
The small car was hit on the front and slammed off the road, into a tree. Cerri doesn't remember much, except waking up with a broken arm, and howling in pain. She was in shock, but even then she could see the faces of everyone else in the care. When the paramedics arrived, three were pronounced dead on the scene. Cerri and one of her classmates were put in intensive care, until they had patched up enough to go home.
Cerri never saw that friend again, her grandparents came to get her, and took her away.
` amorentia !
Old Leather
Vanilla
Musk
Sweat - not gross sweat, but the healthy sweat that people get when they are exercising and are eating right.
Old leather - like books, old books.
Mint
` erised !
Honestly? Not even she herself knows this, I think perhaps her Erised would actually hold her minds deepest and fondest wish. The mirror would show the masculine side of Cerri, and the feminine side of Cerri, and it would show them molding into the whole Cerri. Someone capable of knowing both sides of the coin, someone capable of loving anyone.
Her other Erised would likely be her actually being aroudn Sirius, and confessing. With good results. She herself doesn't feel this is even possible, as she's not a girl. Not really.
` boggart !
In reality her biggest fear would have to be Thunderstorms. This comes from a innate fear that was ingrained in her as a child. She really wanted to be one of the boys, and tried her hardest. Finally she got to play a game with them, it was Hide and Seek. Her brothers counted, and she hid. They never came to find her.
That night, tucked into her hideyhole, still waiting for them, a huge storm ripped through the hill she lived on. She managed to crawl from her hidey hole, and with her heart pounding with fear, she went back to her family. Her mother and father coddled her, and her brothers felt horrible. But now, whenever lightning streaks the sky, or thunder rents the air, she will curl up and cry.
` patronus !
Oddly enough, her Patronus is a Dragon. Just a typical Western European dragon. This mostly is tied to her Celtic bloodlines, and the belief systems that her fathers family instilled in her. Dragons are great protectors, terribly dangers, and ferocious in combat. This all fits the small female to a total 'T'. You anger her, it's deadly. You take something she considers to be hers, she's deadly. You hurt someone she is protecting, it's just as deadly as anything else.
The memory she uses to activate her charm, is a rather simplistic one. But it's full of such strong emotions, that it is easily her happiest memory. Her happiest memory was at the last Baine Family Gathering. The Elders of her fathers family were there, and they decided that it was time to test Cerridwen's capabilities as a member of the clan. It was a joyous moment when she passed the tests, usually for boys to become men, and was accepted in the family like any other male would have been.
Though it shows no really sense of femininity, she is well aware she is far from the perfect female. She enjoys her happy memory, when the Elders bestowed her own tartan to her, her own adult tartan, that portrayed the family colors proudly.
` peeves !
Bigots, Sexists, and Bloody Pretentious Prats.
"First sign of madness, talking to your own head"
[/color][/font][/center]` wand !
13 Inches, Rowan Wood, Pookah Tail Hair
` broom !
Numbus 1500
` pet !
At School: One female feline, white coloration with silver striped markings. Breed is assumed to be an american shorthaired kind, recently created Bengal breed. - Named Tricky who is two years old.
At Home:
One dark chestnut Mare - Named Ceres, 7 years old.
One cream colored Stallion - Named Apollo 7 years old.
` special ability !
None yet, she is studying to be an Animagus.
` side of the war !
Light
` blood status !
Half-Blood
` hogwarts house !
Gryffindor
"Dumbledore's man through and through"
[/color][/font][/center]` mother !
Cassandra Baine nee Vasa(Actually a Swedish origin name, but the family has been Norwegian for two hundred years), 47, Auror, Pureblood, Ravenclaw Alumni.
` father !
Morgan Baine, 48, , Muggle(But descended of a Scottish Celtic family that believe to be descendants of Tailesan{One of the many Merlin's, part of the Arthurian Legends}),
` siblings !
Darren Baine, 25, Half-Blood, Ravenclaw Alumni/Department of Mystery, he will move the sun and stars for her.
Derrick Baine,25, Half-Blood, Slytherin Alumni/Auror/Order, he is the one that watches her back and trains her well.
Arawn Baine, 24, Half-blood, Gryffindor Alumni/Professional Quidditch Player, he spends time with her when he cans.
Cerrunos Baine, 22, Half-Blood, Student working on becoming a Doctor, He tends to avoid the family at times as he is more focused on his learning.
Creidhne Baine, 22, Half-Blood, Police Officer, very protective of his sister and has happily chased boys away in the past.
Diancecht Baine, 21, Half-Blood, Paramedic, spoils her rotten whenever she lets him.
Gwydion Baine, 20, Half-Blood, Ravenclaw Alumni, Department of Magic(Office unknown, presumed Auror Black-Ops), Isn't around too often but is happy to show her how to work an illusion for a prank.
Llyr Baine, 16, Half-Blood, Ravenclaw Sixth Year, Hogwarts, he is constantly trying to get his sister to study more or try to at least start looking for a boyfriend.
Lugh Baine, 16, Half-Blood, Gryffindor Sixth Year, Hogwarts, he is constantly pulling pranks with his sister and just generally causing a hassle for the whole world.
Manannan Baine, 14, Half-Blood, Freshman in High School, His family, he tries to get help from her constantly.
Taranis Baine, 12, Half-Blood, Second Year Hufflepuff, Hogwarts, he is mostly to himself but does tend to get bullied a bit more because he is rather small in size.
` other family !
Kathleen Vasa, age assumed crone status, affiliated with being a bitch, grandmother from hell.
Seven Uncles, Fourteen cousins.
` important people !
None yet, free to offer characters for friends?
` history !
Cerridwen's history starts farther back then her own birth. It starts with her parents. Her father is one Morgan Baine, who was raised in a Druidic Pagan family. At one time, his family was magic users, so far back that it was Aruthurian times, and for a small time afterwards. His family is believed, and hasn't been able to be disproved, to be descended from Taileisan. Which was considered one of the most powerful Merlin's in the history of Druidic belief.
Her father is mostly medicinally aligned with things, nothing too terribly serious to be honest. He has never attempted feats of magic, but does make 'potions' and herbal remedies. He grew up believing in magic deeply. So when he met beautiful, magical, Cassandra, he was captivated. They dated for two years, before they had a quick marriage. Cassandra delivery a pair of healthy boys, not even five months after their marriage.
It wasn't the happiest time for them. Cassandra came from a rather puritist strain of Bluebloods, that didn't like her mingling with a commoner. It got her a lot of disdain in her family. Which wasn't helpful when she delivered another boy shortly after her first pair of boys. It seems for years to come, that all they produced was boys. Then along came darling little Cerri. Of which the family dotted upon heavily.
Cassandra returned to work for a time, but once again had to come back because of her pregnancies.
Cerridwen on the other hand, was born a healthy and happy girl. She was absolutely energetic and dead set on keeping up with her brothers. Even as a three year old, toddling after them and her many cousins, she was attempting to play and be around them. They didn't like this much, and constantly pushed her away. She had to learn to be rough and tumble like them, and to state her opinions so she was heard loud and clear.
When she was young, probably not even seven, she was being driven home from School with her friends. Her friends mother was the one taking them. There was an accident, a truck swerved into their lane. Cerri and one other girl, were the only ones that survived. It scared her to death, so badly, that she was rather shy for over a year. That was until she tried to once again get her brothers to play with her. She had so many of them, it was hard to keep track of them all. But by the time she was seven, there was eleven of them. ELEVEN!
That's when mom decided to take potions to keep from getting pregnant anymore, and started working a lot. So Cerri was left with no feminine influence in her life, like ever. So she ended up turning into as much a hellion as her brothers. That was until the big storm, as she likes to remember it. The big storm, that changed her life. It was all because she wanted to play with them, and she was just a girl, and a lot of her brothers were going to Hogwarts now. She felt alone, utterly alone.
She just wanted them to like her, so they suggested a game. Hide and Seek, she hid and she hid. They never sought, a storm brewed so terribly that it frightened the eight year old cerri something fierce. She has had a deep seated fear of them ever since. She will almost end up in tears, because of them. The same summer of the Storm, was the accident with Ceres.
She got her mare when she was eight years old, and was working hard on mastering the technique of bareback riding. Well Ceres got spooked, and threw Cerri across the field and into a barbed wire fence. The fence was usually used to keep the horses from straying too far. This ended up in a emergency visit to the Hospital. Which afterwards, her brothers decided it was best to include her fully. Because she could stand up to their games, and the pain that came with them. She might as well be another boy.
With each of her brothers that got a letter to Hogwarts, Cerri's father got more and more crazy with his ideas. Yeah he could do odd thigns here and there, nothing ever majorly magical, but just a bit odd and not completely real, but he was not a Wizard. Her father came under the belief, that he SHOULD have gone to Hogwarts, but his Owl must have gotten lost somewhere, and somewhere there is a letter he never received. When Cerri's letter arrived, her father and family were proud, but her father was heartbroken at the same time.
Cerri loved school, she loved Hogwarts. When the hat first went one, she was utterly scared. She wanted to do something big with her life, something monumental. The Hat read through her mind, her thoughts, and her heart. He proclaimed her a Gyrffindor, and that was the same year the Tom Riddle because the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Which by the say, Cerri really really dislikes him. She trusts her gut instinct about people.
As the years went on, Cerri grew. With no feminine influence through her developing years, Cerri ended up being the biggest tomboy that most people could meet. She was the self-proclaimed(and a lot agreed) 'Gryffindor Tomboy', and made it quite clear that she only wears the females uniform because the males uniform is not allowed to be used by her.
It was in her Second year, that she joined the Quidditch team, mostly egged on by one of her older brothers. She ended up getting the position of Seeker, and has held it for the last few years. She needs to make sure that her successor is well trained, and up for the job.
This last summer, her Grandmother made herself known. She has been trying to set Cerri up, all summer, with boys of pureblooded families. Her grandmother would be a happy follower of the Dark Lord, one day. Cerri often butts heads with the woman, and is absolutely infuriated that her hair has a never cut curse put on it, by that same woman.
Not much else has happened with her, nothing notable. Though her mother did vanish on a mission recently. They hope that she is ok.
"There's no need to call me sir Professor."
[/color][/font][/center]` alias !
Sweet/Ame
` age !
22
` experience !
13 Years
` characters !
Nope
` timezone !
Pacific Central Time
` password !
There isn't one
` suggestions !
Friendly People.
` sample !
The early autumn air was crisp and fresh today. There was a hint of the scent of rain, that made her want to tilt her head back and stare up into the sky. It was a Saturday, not even two weeks into the school year. The Mabon Festival was being planned. Having gotten permission from the school, once again. They would run a small event, at the Festival, where other students could participate in a few events. A few events that could possibly draw more attention, draw in a few first years to make more adepts.
They didn't expand their religious ranks like Christians or Catholics. No fire and brimstone. They allowed people to join at their own recourse, and remain at their own recourse. She shivered a little as she stared up at the sky. She had forgone any other adventure with others in her year, or her brothers. She had been out all morning practicing, and running through her training regimens. When she was done with the Quidditch regimen, she had gone through the exercises for her normal hand to hand.
Brown eyes watched the sky now, her hands folded behind her head. Her hair spilled around her, tumbling like an untamed mass. Hair that she wasn't very happy with. Wasn't very happy with at all. It was all her damnable Grandmothers fault. That woman had hexed her hair, and now Cerri couldn't cut it. To say that Cerridwen Baine was displeased, was an understatement. But she supposed it had it's uses, she had gotten a few new people into the circle, attracted by the new 'attractiveness' of the High Priestess.
Silly people, really at that. The young woman was just a young woman. A tomboy at that. Was she really a fitting aspect of the Maiden? More like the Warrior. But the Maiden was also the Virgin Huntress, so she supposed that being the aspect of the Maiden was fitting. She sighed a little as she rolled over, letting her belly rest on the grass of the pitch. She trailed her fingers over the grass, relishing in the feel of the grass. A small smiled playing across her lips. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, this year.
She rolled up on to her knees, and slowly stood up. Stretching a little as her lithe form twisted a little. She wanted to stay out here, and just enjoy herself. Which was exactly why she was taking a break. She ran her hand through her hair, and smiled softly. Yeah, it wasn't so bad. Everyone was still here, and she still had all of her family. The darkness that was rising, was starting to get a little more dangerous.
But she would protect those she loved, till the very end. The very bitter end.
"Albus Severus..you were named for the two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."
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