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Elsewhere Accepted / Ignis Fides Rivers [adult]
« on: 09/09/2014 at 18:32 »E L S E W H E R E A D U L T
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Ignis Fides Rivers.
(I did not really make it to the last activity check. Also, I consider this as an excellent opportunity to re-rexplore this character of mine and give that bloody knowitall a job. This also feels immensely important.)
Gender: Female.
Age: 19 (20'06'1923).
Education:
Hapsburg School of the Magical Arts, '34-'35
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, '35-'41.
Honors: Ravenclaw Prefect ('37-'39), Quidditch Captain ('38-'41), Nurse in the Hospital Wing ('36-'41), Head Girl ('40-'41).
Residence:
Shoreditch, London, UK.
Occupation:
Freelance Lawyer (forever in training and learning more everyday) & Full Time Rebel.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No.
Requested Magic Levels:
Those are the levels she's graduated with. They're already set.
- Charms: 15.
- Divination: 12.
- Transfiguration: 13.
- Summoning: 12.
No.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Mr Loxias "Partypooper" Ricardus Jr. and his best friends.
Biography: (300 words minimum.)
They all slipped from her.
The young woman had learnt to understand that her presence was like a vixen's, she would only cause trouble and riots, if nothing else. Her attitude had always been cold towards people, only looking for allies rather than for friends. Letting people come close to you blurred her vision, made her overruled by emotions. She had never become emotionally attached to merely friends, had never really given them much insight in the dark and dusty corners of her mind. They had never been able to relate.
The only person who had ever been able to relate, was gone now, anyway. And he could probably only relate because he was a heartless and stingy jellyfish himself to begin with. He could relate to people who were carved out of the same wood, who used to shut others out just like he could. The only kind of people that he could ever connect with.
She had been so weak in his hands, she had been in his power. He could have told her to jump, and she would have. He had been, ever had been, a saint to her. The idealized version of a sibling that she had never had. Of a family. Even though she had projected that trait on him.
He had been crap at family things.
That much had become clear over time.
It was for the better she should be left alone. It was for the better that he had departed to Merlin knows where. They all did after a while, even when they had promised to stick around. But it gave her the time that she needed to become what she needed to become. To strive for a new goal in a life. The words did not slip from her, nor the habit to strive for justice.
She had always strived to be just.
While all along, she had been as atrociously deceived as all the others.
Ignis Fides Rivers had always fought for the equal rights of wizards and witches, no matter what kind of blood flowed through their veins to keep them alive. She had always placed herself opposite of the authoritative men of power who had claimed that only the ones with pure blood were allowed the human rights. They had been inhumane demons in her eyes, and by that, she had only lowered herself to their level. Had only disgraced herself while she had aimed to fight for grace.
She had seen them as imbeciles, incapable of reasoning. But she could now see that they were actually quite well in reasoning, that they were well trained in bending the reality in their profit. They were eloquent speakers that made the best of the situation, provided themselves with a biblical justification of their power. Not to mention they had all the funds and cronyism.
Above all stupidity she had once blamed them with, they had had the insight of sticking together by backroom politics and shady backstabbing, making themselves ever so mighty in comparison to the ill-, and only secretive, united majorities.
They were clever.
Fides' insights had only come with age. And even though she had not aged much ever since her graduation as a shortsighted raven chick, she could now see what ideals she had been subjected to as they were printed on her retina. How they had infected her brain and had turned her in a monster of the same caliber as all the elitists.
They had only sketched the situation out of the perspective of the repressed, out of their pain and heartache. Just like the elitists had only ever sketched their own situation out of their own point of view. What missed was the objective stance in the matter, one Fides still didn't claim to possess.
(Nothing is as futile as the just truth as it slips through the fingers of men like granules of sand.)
The fingers of the nineteen year old witch slipped through the pages in the book. The parchment yellowed, the ink turned into a blueish tint that almost seemed to exaggerate its age. Hazel eyes tracked her finger as it brushed under the lines, looking for the core concept.
Equality.
Roleplay:
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Option One Reply -
She did not like the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, and she could not fathom that she had ever liked them. She did not like the way that people pressed against each other like they were all striving to become dried flowers between the pages of an ancient book. Fides pushed herself past some men talking authoritatively and with big gestures of thick fingers, as her ruby lips curled into a small apologetic smile.
So out in the open, it could hardly be of any importance. Hazel eyes stayed on their chubby appearances as she had passed, trying to recognize a face of a wealthy family. Someone with money and someone with the kind of news that she wanted to hear. Those were the new rich in town, the new purebloods. And they had nothing more to share then how big their house was.
At this very moment, at least, they were not of any importance.
Gloved fingers gently urged people out of the way, eyes humbly cast down when necessary. She had calmed down on the outside, but the fire still blazed within. The ones who looked her in the eye, could see the ambition gleam in her pupils.
“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!”
Had it not been for the woman to fall just in the way she was heading, she most likely would have left it for the gentlemen to handle with. They had always been so eager to help a lady in distress, especially the pretty ones - exceptions only made concerning blood purity.
But Fides needed to pass and this woman nearly displaying her panties was still blocking her path. An exaggerated sigh slipped from the brunette's lips as she fished for the wand in her pocket.
Hazel eyes annoyed, she looked the woman in the face for a moment, her lips curled in irritation at the yelling and the drama.
"Your shoe most certainly won't be worldwide news."
It was impossible for a former Ravenclaw to miss a notebook when it was on display.
OTHER
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