They call me;
Eirian Cordelia Oliveroot
I was born this way;
Female
It’s just a number;
A perfect nineteen
A degree;
Mr. Morrison’s Private School for the Magically Gifted; Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry, Slytherin ; class of ‘70
Part of the Community;
Hogsmeade / Diagon Alley / Knockturn Alley
A Connection:
The Ministry of Magic; General Assistant (Wherever she might be needed)
A Strength Requestion:
• Charms: 11
• Transfiguration: 9
• Divination: 5
• Summoning: 7
A bit About Me:
If you asked Eirian if she grew up as a privileged child, she would undoubtedly give you an answer of ‘Yes’. Pampered as the first child to a wealthy family, she was, and still considers herself, the apple of her parent’s eyes. Starting from a young age, Eiri found her family to have a sense of pride in their names, a pride in blood that she still holds deep. She was taught, however, that all were of equal strengths and weakness… but there was nothing wrong in having pride in a bloodline. They were a family known for their women, and every chance that was given, her Grandmother was telling her such, and being the first grandchild she was often primed as the most proper young lady.
And that is how she continues to carry herself. She expects much from men, and she never was shy about it. She expects the door to be opened for her, for a gentleman to stand when she enters a room, or when she is to leave. There are old fashioned values instilled in her, and nothing will ever make her think she deserves anything less.
Watching her father work are some of the most prominent memories of her childhood, seeing him so ingrained in his work and so focused on his goal that nothing would stop him. Her mother shared this attitude, that with two parents that were so skilled she also seemed to take on this work-aholic attitude. She was always a very strong willed young woman, despite her very proper attitude.
During her school years, Eirian turned a blind eye to anything that might have been deemed boyish. She was a collected girl, even when she was younger. She disliked getting dirty, or any kind of labor… the only thing he did enjoy was dueling, and in that she excelled. She was good in every subject she tried at, except maybe Divination, even though she honestly tried. Of course, she particularly excelled with Charms and anything that dealt with wand waving. As the eldest child of her family, she gained certain privileges, and taking the family core happened to be one of them. As she grew, she shed the princess shell and became more secure in herself as a strong woman. She turned to Quidditch and found an elbow to the ribs or a face full of mud was more thrilling than any tea-party she had ever attended. She was happy girl, goofy and giggly around her friends, while a harmless flirt around boys. It was as perfect as one could ask.
Life for Eirian was simple and easy, and she enjoyed it thoroughly. As she got older, she grew out of her somewhat dull look into a beautiful young woman. But she always strove to work harder. She would not have gotten as far as she is, with a good job in the Ministry, had she not had such an outlook on life.
She had done it. She got her own job. Was living on her own. She had done everything she had wanted.
And she realized, as the days continued, that she didn't know what she really wanted. She still doesn't.
Sample:
A small, button nose crinkled. The smell of the streets in this part of town always seemed to have a distinctly rotten stench, and each click of her heal against pavement brought her closer to the townhouse she was meeting one of her friends at. She had been moving quickly, but movement in a nearby alley caught her eye and made he pause mid-step. A click of the heal brought her backwards, and she stared down the road, spotting a small head weaving in and around people. Perfectly red lips pursed, and in a much fast pace followed after the child as she darted into far.
The pencil shirt hugged her body with each quick step, and the moment he stepped inside her she felt assaulted by the smells. Shaking it away, she kept her eyes on the child, who bellowed out a plea, that no one seemed to hear. She smiled softly, and moved to her side, kneeling down before her, smiling kindly. “Hello, little one.”
A gentle pat of the child’s head, though if she shrank away Eirian wouldn’t push. “So… I know there’s a rule about not trusting strangers, but how about you come with me and we find your Mummy, huh? We’ll look where you last saw her?” She asked softly, offering her arms to the smaller girl. She reminded the woman of her child-sisters, and if one of them had ever been post, she’d have told them to run from an stranger… then again, she’d want them to be returned safely… “We’ll get you and, what was his name?” He pointed to the small puffskein, “Home safe, okay?”
Password;
Tibbles Beard of Power
