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Lone Fox · 18 · 7 · · · 5'10
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Name: (FIRST AND LAST NAME ONLY!) Lilith Woodland

Age: 18

Year: 7th

Bloodline: Pureblood

Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one, and from which admin?: No! smile.gif

Appearance: (Optional - leave blank if not filled in)
To compare Lilith to a shadow, a forgotten remnant of a bygone era long since passed, would not be a vain linkage. Willowy and often hidden beneath swathes of monotone and lacklustre cloth, Lilith’s figure was ectomorphic whilst hesitantly stepping a toe in the pool that is malnourishment. Lilith stands taller than most her age at a healthy height of 5’10.

With pale skin, full lips and an oval-shaped face being the only standard characteristics to come, her hair was a deep crimson orange and is often cut short around her shoulders and tied back. Demanding the attention of those around her - contrary to her otherwise introvertive nature - her eyes are a striking icey blue, golden hazel heterochromatic splash of color.


Character Background: (600 word minimum) ( I put this before my 'personality' section as, in my eyes, one explains the other to a degree. Hope that's okay! )
Whistling winds and the scent of tears on the torrential downpour the day she had been left behind, strange eyes peering confused and uncomprehending after the parents that had abandoned her. Words of apology caught on the breeze, lost to the years.

Cracking, splintering wood and the scent of burning oak the day she’d cast her spell, a vase shattering with a sound that hurt her young ears. A soft wh-crack! And a knock on the door as the punishment for her actions arrived.
The scent of morning dew and the palpable threat of thunder like a held breath in the air. Stomach emptied on the worn cobbles as she appeared in a field, her future home towering in the distance. Rough hands help her stand, dusting her off.

Aged stone and the muted whispering of dozens. A booming voice silencing them all, words said countless times before.“Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”. The first smile in what felt like an eternity blossoming on hopeful lips as a new feeling spread its wings in her chest, warming. Caring.

This was home.

Too stupid to consider the consequences, too caring to remedy the situation, Lilith was brought into the world as an error. A fault. A wound to the reputation of an uncaring family. This feeling of dejected inadequacy further exacerbated by her being different. Her eyes were different, her hair was different, everything about her screamed wrong to those around her and, most damagingly, to herself.

As a result, Lilith was raised in isolation from others her age for fear of discovery, distant from those in which she could find the fundamental things required to develop socially and emotionally: friendship, companionship… love. All traits that were completely absent in the family steward, alienated from any feelings of paternal affection by having been shunned from family service in order to act as ward for Lilith. This lifestyle of being alien among her own family would end, however, as she was sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Deemed suitably far away from her birthplace in Salzberg, Austria, Hogwarts became her home and the sole location at which her time was spent throughout the following seven years of her schooling.

Several things at the school shaped the identity of who Lilith would grow to become through these years. Her closest friend - a half-breed by the name of Sim - was one of few to tolerate and even befriend her despite the antisocial behaviour that developed as a result of her upbringing. Of humble origins, Sim had a welcoming and loyal attitude that enabled him to help Lilith, allowing her to bridge the communication gap that so often held her back from better engaging with her peers.

Lilith, having little to hinder her focus and dedication to her schooling, wholeheartedly dives into her studies and - in her sixth year - took on a multitude of classes to fill the gaps in her time that would, for others, be taken up by social commitments. Charms, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts became Lilith’s core subjects, leading her to excel beyond expectations - these areas of study forming the foundation for her magical study and her intent to become either an Auror or a professor at Hogwarts. Among these, she also studies Divination, Potions and Herbology at N.E.W.T level with varying levels of success.

Over the next seven years Lilith would not once receive a letter or communication from her family, nor would she leave the school to visit them. Hogwarts is her home, its professors and students; her family. She would not let them down.


Personality: (600 word minimum)
Conscientious, indifferent, wise, withdrawn, outgoing. A myriad of descriptions from a myriad of different people that, had one not been told they were all attempted depictions of Lilith, would be assumed to be traits of countless different people.

Lilith Woodland is an enigma. A jumble of rioting emotions hidden behind a staggeringly thick wall added to piece by piece for over a decade and seldom chipped away by the rare few willing to peer at the girl beyond. Fiercely hardworking and determined, Lilith has developed a stoic and blunt approach to life as a result of underdeveloped social skills that, to many, can come across as rude or insensitive. In reality it is a finely tuned naivete with regards to socialisation and human interaction, the origins of which is unknown to most save her closest friends.

Bundled in her own thoughts, Lilith is often whisked away by flights of fancy or thought, drawn instinctively to that which confuses her. Thoughtful, kind and loyal to those who make the effort to search beneath her veneer of introvertedness, Lilith can often be found completely detached from her usual persona when caught by a particular scent or sound, particularly that of the rain.

With an approach to life that many would describe as wise beyond her years, Lilith is a stalwart and unwavering seeker of knowledge and the continuance of that knowledge. While a definite card in her favour with regards to studying and her ventures in academia at Hogwarts, this trait knows no biases and can often lead her attention to be drawn where it shouldn’t be in favour of discovering something new.

Being raised on her own, Lilith not only failed to develop and understand the capacity for communicative intricacies such as sarcasm and irony, but also the more negative biases and assumptions surrounding the muggle-born, half-bloods and other assorted creatures. While a knack for sarcasm was developed through extended interactions with Sim and others in her year, the foundational hatred of some of the lesser classes in magical society has never developed a sway on Lilith’s views and actions. With this in mind, however, she is also not particularly protective of people based on their background alone due to a lack of empathy towards the segregation they experience from standard society. Instead she is fiercely loyal and protective of those who display similar feelings for herself, but seldom acts in similar fashion towards anyone else. This can often come across as cruel and unfeeling, but in reality is a simple lack of empathy and understanding.

Lilith’s inquisitorial attitude towards knowledge often seeps into her day to day interactions with regards to simple socialisation, seldom taking a conversation with someone at face value. While a key characteristic of an Auror, this often alienates potential friends who are more versed in the standard uses of ‘small talk’: another social intricacy lost on Lilith.

While very skilled in the use of her wand as a result of extensive personal training, Lilith is seldom quick to draw it in tense situations. Instead she favours words and - in her ears at least - polite conversation to reach a mutually beneficial conclusion. Starkly contrasting this, however, if she feels a life is at risk, whether that of her friend or her own, she will readily risk her own wellbeing in favour of theirs.

Lilith does not drink unless it is requested of her - treating it as a social requirement rather than something to be enjoyed on an individual level. As a result, she is an incredible lightweight, much to the amusement of her friends who are each quite heavy drinkers. Amusingly enough, many are surprised to find her social skills are not at all improved for the addition of alcohol.

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Profile drawing credits to the wonderfully talented Mioree. Love your work <3
Lone Fox · 18 · 7 · · · 5'10
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Name: (FIRST AND LAST NAME ONLY!) Lilith Woodland

Age: 18

Year: 7th

Bloodline: Pureblood

Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one, and from which admin?: No! smile.gif

Appearance: (Optional - leave blank if not filled in)
To compare Lilith to a shadow, a forgotten remnant of a bygone era long since passed, would not be a vain linkage. Willowy and often hidden beneath swathes of monotone and lacklustre cloth, Lilith’s figure was ectomorphic whilst hesitantly stepping a toe in the pool that is malnourishment. Lilith stands taller than most her age at a healthy height of 5’10.

With pale skin, full lips and an oval-shaped face being the only standard characteristics to come, her hair was a deep crimson orange and is often cut short around her shoulders and tied back. Demanding the attention of those around her - contrary to her otherwise introvertive nature - her eyes are a striking icey blue, golden hazel heterochromatic splash of color.


Character Background: (600 word minimum) ( I put this before my 'personality' section as, in my eyes, one explains the other to a degree. Hope that's okay! )
Whistling winds and the scent of tears on the torrential downpour the day she had been left behind, strange eyes peering confused and uncomprehending after the parents that had abandoned her. Words of apology caught on the breeze, lost to the years.

Cracking, splintering wood and the scent of burning oak the day she’d cast her first spell, a vase shattering with a sound that hurt her young ears. A soft wh-crack! And a knock on the door as the punishment for her actions arrived.

The scent of morning dew and the palpable threat of thunder like a held breath in the air. Stomach emptied on the worn cobbles as she appeared in a field, her future home towering in the distance. Rough hands help her stand, dusting her off roughly.

Aged stone and the muted whispering of dozens. A booming voice silencing them all, words said countless times before.“Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”. The first smile in what felt like an eternity blossoming on hopeful lips as a new feeling spread its wings in her chest, warming. Caring. She was safe.

This was home.

~

Content warning, implication of torture. Mature themes

Inky blacks float and sway, caught on invisible breezes before coalescing slowly into a dejected, unloved setting. Deep set grooves in the wood drawn in long lines that marr the otherwise faultless varnished oak planks composing the floor of a small single-storey home. Adorned with few rooms, the building was threadbare save the odd momento littering odd sparsely placed furniture. Here rested a photo of a tall, imposing couple in their thirties with serious posture and clothing, their faces featureless. A blur. There, an old wand resting forgotten on a cabinet, the oak of which splintered in places as if having been placed under tremendous strain. Outside, rain and thunder battered the thin walls. An infinite white noise interspersed with claps like gunshots.

The place felt simply
wrong.

Have. You. Learnt. Nothing!” The outcries popping the silence like a bubble, each word punctuated by a harsh sound cracking against the contrasting quiet as well as a slight…
pulse. The concussion of magic being used nearby sending almost intangible ripples through the air of the home. Silence settles for but a moment, but it was a pregnant silence… filled with terrible, fearsome potential. Floating into a room to the side of the main entryway, the source of the commotion comes to light.

A man stood tall and imposing, his posture stooped with age, wand out and pointed forward. These were the only defining features about the figure, however. Filling the mind with a piercing pain when observed, his figure was a cloud of muted greys and blacks, a blur hidden from the prying eyes of memory.

The subject of this man’s ministrations was a child no more than ten bundled in muted variations of blue and black, cowering with hands upraised to shield a head looking starkly out of place with flaming crimson hair. “You cost me
everything! Just because-” the man screams, spittle flying as his wand raises once more, his words devolving into a bundle of muffled outcries as if being heard from underwater. The room explodes into black ink, viewer pushed harshly out of the horrifying memory.

End of content warning!

~


Too stupid to consider the consequences, too caring to remedy the situation, Lilith was brought into the world as an error. A fault. A wound to the reputation of an uncaring family. This feeling of dejected inadequacy further exacerbated by her being fundamentally different. Her eyes were different, her hair was different, everything about her screamed wrong to those around her and, most damagingly, to herself.

As a result, Lilith was raised in isolation from others her age for fear of discovery, distant from those in which she could find the fundamental things required to develop socially and emotionally: friendship, companionship… love. All traits that were completely absent in the one who had raised her, forced away from service to the family. The man alienated from any feelings of paternal affection by having been shunned from family service in order to act as ward for Lilith. This led to foul mistreatment borne on the shoulders of Lilith who was far too young to understand that it was anything but her own fault. This lead to Lilith being far underdeveloped in simple areas such as writing and reading, something that would hinder her future… if she didn’t do something about it. So, pain still fresh on her mind, she would set to work learning the complicated words and spells littered in the few texts her ward kept in the house - an act that would only make his treatment of her worse in the days that followed.

This lifestyle of being abused and alienated would finally come to an end as she was sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Deemed suitably far away from her birthplace in Salzberg, Austria, Hogwarts became her home and the sole location at which her time was spent throughout the following seven years of her schooling. Locations outside the school walls holding little but fear.

~


The grass was cool and soft beneath her fingertips, so unlike the dead brown shards of decay that surrounded the cottage she had come from. Hogwarts stretched across the horizon with the languid grace that could only be attributed to a vast and fruitful history as if the particular scene had never existed [i]without it. The girl had grown much since the previous memory, no looking to be around thirteen, maybe fourteen. Almost a stranger save for the distinctive hair and heterochromatic gaze. There was no smile on that face, no crinkles at the corner of her eyes, no childish innocence… only an aged and distant stare full to the brim with memories better left behind.

You know, I don’t think Davies appreciates you skipping out on potions. Just because ya’ broke two of his cauldrons doesn’t mean you get a free pass to vanish whenever his class comes around.” The friendly, joking voice of a male new arrival to the scene. With tousled golden hair, green eyes and an easy smile, the boy clearly had a friendship with the girl. He sat beside her, a healthy space between them. The girl said nothing, albeit she favoured him with a brief glance before returning her attention to the castle.

You’re right, his class is borin’ anyway. Maybe I should blow a few potions to get out of it?[b]”

This earns a brief, rare smile. Silence settling for a few long seconds before the girls melodic voice breaks the silence, her voice soft and unused. “[b]You couldn’t stuff up a potion if you tried and we both know it.


I suppose you’re right.” He says with a gentle, innocent laugh. A wide grin on his lips, “I’m far too skilled for that.” With a sarcastic, jovial tone he leans back against his hands, “You on the other hand…

This earns a brief glare and a scowl, followed by a short, musical laugh. The pair dissolve into an innocent, rare fit of laughter that can only be experienced by children… genuine happiness brightening the features of the crimson haired girl. The soft Wh-Crack! of someone disapparating nearby cuts their laughter short, the scene fading into the muted inks of memories.

~


Several things at Hogwarts shaped the identity of who Lilith would grow to become through these years. Her closest friend - a half-breed by the name of Sim - was one of few to tolerate and even befriend her despite the antisocial behaviour that developed as a result of her upbringing. Of humble origins, Sim had a welcoming and loyal attitude that enabled him to help Lilith, allowing her to bridge the communication gap that so often held her back from better engaging with her peers. He understood her, perhaps for his own reasons.

Lilith, having little to hinder her focus and dedication to her schooling, wholeheartedly dived into her studies and - in her sixth year - took on a multitude of classes to fill the gaps in her time that would, for others, be taken up by social commitments. Charms, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts became her core subjects, leading her to excel beyond expectations - these areas of focus forming the foundation for her magical study and her intent to become either an Auror or a professor at Hogwarts. Among these, she also studies Divination, Potions and Herbology at N.E.W.T level with varying levels of success.

Over the next seven years Lilith would not once receive a letter or communication from her family, nor would she leave the school to visit them. Hogwarts is her home, its professors and students; her family. She would not let them down.


Personality: (600 word minimum)
Conscientious, indifferent, wise, withdrawn, outgoing. A myriad of descriptions from a myriad of different people that, had one not been told they were all attempted depictions of Lilith, would be assumed to be traits of countless different people.

Lilith Woodland is an enigma. A jumble of rioting emotions hidden behind a staggeringly thick wall added to piece by piece for over a decade and seldom chipped away by the rare few willing to peer at the girl beyond. Fiercely hardworking and determined, Lilith has developed a stoic and blunt approach to life as a result of underdeveloped social skills that, to many, can come across as rude or insensitive. In reality it is a finely tuned naivete with regards to socialisation and human interaction, the origins of which is unknown to most save her closest friends.

Bundled in her own thoughts, Lilith is often whisked away by flights of fancy or thought, drawn instinctively to that which confuses her. Thoughtful, kind and loyal to those who make the effort to search beneath her veneer of introvertedness, Lilith can often be found completely detached from her usual persona when caught by a particular scent or sound, particularly that of the rain.

Lilith often seeks solace in music, a habit developed after being gifted a violin in her first year of Hogwarts. The small bundle of aged wood and worn strings became a foundational part of her life, giving her a place she can retreat to when faced with the many testing aspects of day to day life for someone of her background and mentality. In her music, Lilith feels that she can truly express herself… however she would never do it in front of another, viewing her practice as an incredibly personal part of her inner self.

With an approach to life that many would describe as wise beyond her years, Lilith is a stalwart and unwavering seeker of knowledge and the continuance of that knowledge. While a definite card in her favour with regards to studying and her ventures in academia at Hogwarts, this trait knows no biases and can often lead her attention to be drawn where it shouldn’t be in favour of discovering something new. With this in mind, Lilith does not commonly pursue the more physical endeavours many students are drawn to, seeing no value in a pursuit that is not of academic founding. This leads to her being alienated from standard pastimes such as quidditch, viewing them solely as a means for her to get away from classes for a day and communicate with her incredibly small number of close friends.

Being raised on her own, Lilith not only failed to develop and understand the capacity for communicative intricacies such as sarcasm and irony, but also the more negative biases and assumptions surrounding the muggle-born, half-bloods and other assorted creatures. While a knack for sarcasm was developed through extended interactions with Sim and others in her year, the foundational hatred of some of the lesser classes in magical society has never developed a sway on Lilith’s views and actions. With this in mind, however, she is also not particularly protective of people based on their background alone due to a lack of empathy towards the segregation they experience from standard society. Instead she is fiercely loyal and protective of those who display similar feelings for herself, but seldom acts in similar fashion towards anyone else. This can often come across as cruel and unfeeling, but in reality is a simple lack of empathy and understanding.

Lilith’s inquisitorial attitude towards knowledge often seeps into her day to day interactions with regards to simple socialisation, seldom taking a conversation with someone at face value. While a key characteristic of an Auror, this often alienates potential friends who are more versed in the standard uses of ‘small talk’: another social intricacy lost on Lilith.

While very skilled in the use of her wand as a result of extensive personal training, Lilith is seldom quick to draw it in tense situations. Instead she favours words and - in her ears at least - polite conversation to reach a mutually beneficial conclusion. Starkly contrasting this, however, if she feels a life is at risk, whether that of her friend or her own, she will readily risk her own wellbeing in favour of theirs. Violence does not come readily to this particular ravenclaw, favouring a more learned approach to conflict resolution… however when she does draw her wand for combat, her actions are merciless and vicious almost to the point of being considered cruel, a reflection of her upbringing at the hands of the family ward. Acutely aware of this, Lilith seldom draws her wand for such matters except in personal defence.

Lilith does not drink unless it is requested of her - treating it as a social requirement rather than something to be enjoyed on an individual level. As a result, she is an incredible lightweight, much to the amusement of her friends who are each quite heavy drinkers. Amusingly enough, many are surprised to find her social skills are not at all improved for the addition of alcohol.


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Profile drawing credits to the wonderfully talented Mioree. Love your work <3
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