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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Cancer Solar
Birthday: July 1st, 1950
Hometown: Currently resides at Hogsmeade Child's Home
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength: Divination
Magical Weakness: Charms
Year: First (preferred), second
Biography:It was July 8th, 1950 when Iris decided it was time to bring the girl to an orphanage. The witch needed time to focus on herself, rather than the baby with no known father. Herself and the stars- that's how it was meant to be. Everyone seemed to think she was crazy- even other wizards- but Iris knew different. No, the stars would save her, she had only to find the right place and right time. Eyes would glance down at the tiny human in her arms, trying to figure out a name. Cancer Solar- her obsession forever stuck with this young girl.
Cancer didn't really grow up with parents. Sure, there were caretakers, foster families, but none of them ever became family for the child. Her only relative seemed more like a question, or a quest. The idea of a quest as a family member led to wondering why- her imagination finding itself to be rather negative. After all, no one had really been able to ever answer her question of where or who her family was. Were they even in Tallaght anymore- or Ireland for that matter? Whatever the reason, it had to have been because of her- something she had done wrong. Wherever they were, she would find them- eventually.
Her time in Ireland ended rather abruptly. Apparently levitating herself or other objects wasn't normal (not that she had ever considered herself normal). The random refilling of her cup with more water was also unusual, although it seemed to have gone unnoticed by others (or not, she wasn't quite sure). Deciding that she was indeed a witch, others moved her to the Hogsmeade Child's Home so that no muggles would figure out magic. Cancer never said much about the move, just that it happened. In her mind, though, it meant she was further off course to find her family.
Nothing all that notable happened during her time there- except for one thing. A friend- the girl who tended to try and hide from others now considered herself as having one friend. It was improvement, surely, that came with bad news as the 11 year old realized she would soon be at Hogwarts, and Addie would not. There wasn't much else to do except go to this school of magic and wait.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality:It's.. rather unknown. She tries to act as best she can to fit a pleasant person, changing depending on the feedback of other people. Because of this, emotions versus thoughts of emotions versus what should be felt seem to confuse her, the idea of emotions still relatively new. Her interests lie in divination (since that'll help find her parents hopefully), as well as having at least a little bit of knowledge on most things. She is not active, nor does she care to be active- rather, running around for extended periods of time just seems strange to her.
Appearance:Any curls that had been in her dark brown hair were gone as it grew longer, seeming to straighten out more. That didn't make it any easier to maintain, though, easier finding itself in tangles. Her eyes were dark as well, with pale skin that gave the faint idea of a vampire. Her clothing is rather plain and generally well kept for, although that may be because she has no interest in sports.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option 2:That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Flowers were quite pretty to look at, flashes of color against the very common green. And yet everywhere else, green was generally not a usual color. Except Slytherin, of course, but one could note the difference between emeralds and grass. Cancer rarely found herself outdoors anymore, especially when there was so much of the library to explore and so many classes to keep up with. One might even wonder if she had seen the light in a while, if only from the torches in the hallways of Hogwarts.
That was unimportant now, though, she had found her way outside. And, in front of another person. His reaction seemed a little strange. Why someone would feel defensive over a sneeze was beyond her. The person before her could also probably pummel her into the ground, a fate Cancer decided was best avoided. It didn't seem like a good idea to ruin her first time outside in who knew how long. Dark eyes shifted to glance down at the ground before her.
"Sorry, I was surprised by the noise." While it wasn't remotely true, the girl suspected it would well enough considering she had been in the area. It was only the timing that she changed, he had caught her attention when seeming to faceplant into the flowers. "What-" she'd stop herself, "Would you like some help with something?" It seemed the nicest way to ask what might be the issue. Perhaps it was nothing, but again, it still hadn't seem all that natural to intentionally fall on the flowers.
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