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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Ebony Kallista Fairbairn
Gender: Female
Age: Thirteen
Bloodline: Squib
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Alistair Calum Fairbairn and Hestia Catarina Fairbairn (Née Herondale). Currently under the care of Vulcan Marcus Herondale and Libintia Reinna Heronedale (Née Vartanian). (All charters are currently NPC’s however are up for adoption.)
Residence: Herondale Castle, Outskirts of London
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Eres, Aurora…etc
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Ebony had grown up as every pureblood child should, spoilt absolutely rot tom, tasting the pleasures of wealth at a young age. However, she was humble with her gifts, sharing them amongst her siblings and cousins, never once rejecting another. What was hers, was really, everyone else's as well. Perhaps it was because she knew that if someone broke it, she’d easily get another one, which was true. Her father was a pleasant man, however he hardly had time to spend with his children, handing them galleons whenever they asked for something.
It was his idea of parenting.
But Ebony didn’t resent him for that. He was a healer and spent most of his time at the Hospital in London, so far away from the family residing in Troon. He visited during the weekends, but that was as good as it got. Luckily, father never truly forgot about them, he always brought copious amounts of sweets home from that famous ‘Honeydukes’ store. She had never been there, but apparently it was heaven for any kid.
Ebony never really liked the sweets he brought home, they were always a bit to sugary for her and left her feeling vaguely sick. But she never told father that, she didn’t want him to stop bringing anything all together. Her siblings would never forgive her for that. So she’d eaten them, smiled and kissed his forehead when he sat doing paperwork at his desk. She always imagined him saving lives and being incredibly busy, she was amazed at how he even managed to have six children in the first place.
He hardly spent time at home, so when would he have time for that?
Perhaps out of all the children, Aiden suffered the most. He was only nine and named after their grandfather, the current family heir. It was quite the name to live up to considering the man was a fantastic Hit Wizard in his time. She couldn’t imagine Aiden follow his grandfathers footsteps, the child was much too soft and preferred dolls to anything violent. Mother pretended not to see that, apparently he’d grow out of it if they never spoke about it.
If something wasn’t approved of, it was ignored, most of the time.
However, at the age of eleven, Ebony appeared to have a problem that they simply could not ignore. As all the Fairbairn children awaited their school supply lists; and her, a Hogwarts letter, when the owls finally arrived, the children were all ecstatic. Ebony had waited, sitting on the edge of her seat, for an owl to swoop over her, dropping a letter. But the owl never came. She sat there, rather confused as her siblings opened their supply lists. Aiden sat in his high chair, screaming like a banshee about pretty birds while mother attempted (and failed) to get the child to eat. Apparently he didn’t like blended broccoli, go figure.
Ebony stalked towards the window that the owls had flown in from and waited, peering outside as far as she possibly could without endangering herself, or even if she was, Ebony didn’t notice. The owl had gotten lost, that was it, nothing uncommon. Owls got lost, right? Navigating their way from Hogwarts must be hard, and with so many letters to deliver as well would only make it harder. So she waited, and waited, until to her horror, her grandmother noticed.
“Bonnie, dearest, its not safe for you to stand like that. Why, you could fall down and break your neck. Come here and let me see that letter of yours.”
It should of been obvious, but when the truth finally hit her, Ebony felt like crying. She had never shown much magic as a child Never setting things on fire, never levitating the family dog or any of them showing sign of magic stuff. But mother and father had just assumed her to be a late bloomer, that was all there was to it. A Fairbairn could not possibly be born as a Squib, it was impossible, unheard of. Yet, as she stood there, back towards her family, Ebony was forced to accept it as the truth.
The rowdy chatter of her siblings had silenced, the only sound left to be heard was the steaming kettle in the back. She heard a chair scrape against the wooden floors as someone bounced over to turn it off and fill up empty teacups. Even Aiden had quieted, mumbling soft words about birds and wanting a pigeon feather in his wand one day. Ebony gripped the wooden window pane in front of her, bracing herself, the words sliding difficultly off the end of her tongue.
“I…I haven’t received a letter, Grandmother.”
Everything erupted after that
There had been a loud gasp and hushed voices whispering behind her. Mother was urgently tugging at fathers blouse while grandmother stood with her hand on her forehead like one of those victorian ladies that looked as though they were about to faint. Grandfather didn’t look so good either and Ebony suspected that if grandma did faint, he wouldn’t be able to catch her.
Everyone was sent to their bedrooms after that while the adults had a ‘grown up meeting.’ Which was absolutely bollocks in her opinion, she should have been allowed to stay since they were speaking about her in the first place. It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair. Why had it been her? Couldn’t it have been her cousin rather, or her sibling? Why her? She hadn’t done anything to offend the old gods of magic (If they even existed). Perhaps she had teased Aiden to much, was this her punishment?
Ebony spent the next few hours in torturous silence, tearing through her thoughts and memories, desperately trying to find a scientific method to explain this madness. Nodody spoke much to her over the next few days, her siblings tried to act normal (But failed miserably) and tried to make her feel better in a way. Nathaira had tried to give her a broomstick which only made her feel worse and more useless. Mother had told her that she was receiving a private tutor and she would remain at home until they could sort out this folly and send her to Hogwarts. But Ebony knew it was hopeless, they were simply trying to make her feel better, wanted even.
Another tutor was exactly what she wanted, she would learn about science, mathematics and languages, just what every Squib needs to become something in life, if they even made it to adulthood. Ebony had considered killing herself in the last few hours since she hadn’t received her letter, but thought better of it. Who on earth would look after her stuffed animals if she died? (Which was honestly an excuse because the thought of dying was kinda scary).
As she got older though, and attended her lessons, becoming a proper little Squib, she grew bored and less happier. The lessons were interesting, but the thought of her siblings in Hogwarts learning about magic and her being at home with her younger brothers saddened her. Her brothers entertained her, but only for a short time, she longed to feel the thrill of purchasing her first wand and holding a broomstick between her legs. But no, she was doomed to remain stressed, depressed and terribly dressed.
Ebony spent her days waking up as late as possible (Her mother left her alone thinking that sleep would cure her inability to do magic). Then it was breakfast, which she usually skipped, followed by her lessons which dragged on for about three hours. After that, Ebony usually read books, or rather book. She couldn’t seem to drop. It was called ‘Appointment with Death’ by Agatha Christie and involved a rather terrible mother who refused to let her children do anything. They were trapped, much like Ebony was.
On her thirteenth year, her parents showed signs of worry and decided that she was depressed since all she did was sleep and read (Occasionally eating.) She had tried to stop eating completely, but only survived a full day until she couldn’t take it and invaded the kitchen in the evening after which she gloomily chowed down on a cucumber and a handful of almonds.
At last, it was decided that she would go live with her cousins at the Herondale manor. She was closer to London and would be allowed a certain amount of pocketmoney to enjoy some pleasures in life at Diagon Alley, which made her smile for a little. She didn’t really know her cousins well, or their elders, however the idea of being around new people and a new environment excited her. She was put on a train the next week and arrived safely to London where her aunt, Libintia picked her up.
She was finally starting over.
Finally.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Finally, after waiting for so long, Ebony had visited Honeydukes.
Everything about the store was magical, little flying sweeties knocked around her head as she entered and a rather familiar band was playing on the radio. The colours amazed her, however she would of preferred if the walls weren't painted such a bright yellow, perhaps blue would be easier on the eyes. She had never seen such a huge variety of sweets and mentally scowled her father for buying the boring ones.
She ended up buying a verity of interesting looking sour strings that moved and a small box of love potion chocolates (Which she ended up hiding out of shame in her coat). She wanted to get out quickly after that, it was rather busy and she felt uncomfortable around so many witches and wizards. She always had this paranoia that they knew about her, that she was a squib and would laugh. There was also that horrific vision that she would be asked to provide a wand or something for id. The idea appalled her.
She made her way quickly to Godric Park, eager to open her box of newly bought sweets. She imagined they felt a bit like worms wiggling around in her mouth, but it surprisingly excited her even more. Figures, she was hardly a lady. Her aunt had been trying to get her to become a little more posh, but so far, it had failed. She was hardly a pleasant image of what a woman should be and didn’t suspect that that would change.
The sound of excited children caused her to glance up in surprise. A few of them were zooming around on brooms while a rather pitiful looking smaller one attempted to join them on a broomstick that refused to fly more then a few centimetres from the ground.
Eb’s suppressed a slight giggle, although she did feel a little sorry for the child.
The dark haired girl pulled out her sweets and eager began opening the package, until, of course, she was disturbed.
“You!"
“What? Huh?”
She paused, looking behind her, “Me?”
"...Do you want to play?”
Ebony frowned, dark brows knitting together in thought. She clenched her teeth, before removing her hand from the sweets in the bag and shaking the sugar from her fingers. She didn’t know what game this girl wanted to play, but if it involved magic in some way or another, Ebony was out.
“Ah, I don’t know. I’m not very good at games. Cant we just watch them? I’ll share my sweets with you?”OTHERHow did you find us?
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