Post by Xenon Constantin-Lockeheart on Nov 3, 2013 3:24:28 GMT -7
CONSTANTIN-LOCKEHEART, XENON
“IT GIVES ME GREAT STRENGTH TO HAVE SOMEBODY TO FIGHT FOR;
I CAN NEVER FIGHT FOR MYSELF, BUT, FOR OTHERS, I CAN KILL.”
-Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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I CAN NEVER FIGHT FOR MYSELF, BUT, FOR OTHERS, I CAN KILL.”
-Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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FULL NAME. Xenon Alina Ovidia Constantin-Lockeheart of the Balitiu-Draculesti bloodline
•Xenon is a chemical element with the symbol Xe and atomic number 54. [Given name.]
•Alina is Romanian and means 'to soothe'. [Dragos' mother's name.]
•Ovidia is Latin, perhaps meaning 'a sheep'. [Dragos' father's name (feminine).]
•Constantin, surname, name of a Roman emperor. [Dragos' father's family name.]
•Lockeheart, surname of uncertain origin, expressing elements of strength and bravery. [Lithium's father's family name.]
•Balitiu, Romanian, meaning unknown. [Dragos' sire's father's family name.]
•Draculesti, Romanian surname, meaning derivative of Dracul 'The Dragon'. [The vampiric bloodline of Vlad III Draculea, Prince of Wallachia.][/ul]
NICKNAMES. Xe (pronounced Zee)
Pet Name: Princess
Title: Lady
Alias: Artemis[/ul]
BIRTHDATE. April 10th
Western: Aries
Eastern: Dragon (Metal)
Individuals born in the years of the Metal element are success-driven. They will pursue their goals with confidence and determination.
They are unwavering in their efforts to achieve their objectives and are undeterred by setbacks, failures or hardships. This persistence can, however, work against them if they refuse to let go of situations that are no longer feasible.
People ruled by the Metal element can be highly unreasonable, inflexible and stubborn at times. They are self-reliant and are apt to sort out problems on their own.
They like to choose their own destinies and will fashion their lives towards this end. They dislike it when others try to interfere in their affairs. People under this element have a certain electricity about them. They have strong impulses which will be felt by the people around them. They also possess the strength and the energy to bring about the changes they desire. -www.chinese-astrology.co.uk[/ul][/ul]
AGE/YEAR 14/Fourth
BLOOD Half Witch-Half Vampire
HOUSE PREFERENCE Gryffindor or Ravenclaw
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original
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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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HAIR and EYES When Xenon was born, she came out as if retrieved from a snowy tundra, or so her father says. Sunlight makes her glaring instead of tan and she seems to fade into white walls and bleach beneath unflattering florescent light. The blue of her eyes is never truly blue, as if there lies a thin film of red veiled over the irises, making them seem violet, pink, or even red in some lights. Her neatly trimmed snowy crown caresses the thin slopes of her shoulders or is otherwise pulled back for training and battle. The delicacy of her appearance has become a staple divergence of her ferocity.
HEIGHT and WEIGHT 5' 5" and 120lbs
FACE CLAIM Nastya Zhidkova
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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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WAND Aspen :: Phoenix :: 11 1/2 :: Unyielding
LIKES
DISLIKES
BOGGART when faced with a boggart, she stands before herself blood thirsty and crazed. What Xenon fears more than anything in the world is becoming the hunted.
MIRROR OF ERISED Looking into the mirror, she sees herself powerful enough to slay all things that dare prey upon the weak.
PATRONUS Arctic Wolf. Arctic wolves are fierce, territorial, and they are excellent at hunting.
PERSONALITY
The Gymnasium
"Again!"
Looking up at the instructor, Xenon pulled in her fists and bent low into Shaolin mantis style. Intensity thickened the air and she breathed deep to fill her lungs with oxygen before throwing herself into the offensive. Still so small, she was fast and forced the instructor to dance along the polished wood floors with her, blocking her apple sized fist and swift kicks. He saw a gleaming in her eye ignite into a burning flame the more he blocked, the more he stayed solid on his feet.
"Ha!" she quickly shifted into a ferocious tiger style and before she could even truly begin, the instructor countered with a grappling move, catching her fist and tossing her onto the ground in a flash, pinning her there by her own arm. She screamed, not of pain or panic, but of frustration.
"You're angry," the instructor commented and Xenon growled in response.
The instructor let her go, neatly folding his hands behind his back to wait while she gathered herself up off the floor, enduring her unconcealed glaring.
"Do you know why you lost?" he asked and Xenon stared up at him, catching her breath. After it was clear he would not speak without her answer, she bit back the snarl in her voice.
"Because you're faster?"
"No," he replied immediately. "We were doing mantis style, but you chose to break into tiger style. You lost because you have not yet learned your lesson."
"And what lesson would that be?" she raised her voice, almost shrill. "We've been in here for hours and you've yet to tell me the lesson. Sure, we were practicing mantis style, but I thought the point of this was to win."
"No," the instructor said crisply. "The point of this exercise was speed, accuracy, and defense. You are so eager to attack that you are not paying attention to the attacks of your opponent. This will get you killed, and out there, they will show no mercy, not even to a little girl. The point of this lesson, young Lockeheart, is to survive."
As the intensity of her glaring lessened, she wiped the perspiration from her arms and brow, understanding his logic.
"Are you done for the day?"
Xenon stood straight, her chin up high, an iron will in her pale eyes. The instructor nodded.
"Again!"
Practical, traditional, and organized. Likely to be athletic. Not interested in theory or abstraction unless they see the practical application. Have clear visions of the way things should be. Loyal and hard-working. Like to be in charge. Exceptionally capable in organizing and running activities. "Good citizens" who value security and peaceful living.
Demeanor: ISTJ - The Duty Fulfiller (read more)
Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. Well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, they work steadily towards identified goals. They can usually accomplish any task once they have set their mind to it.
Archetype: The Hero (read more)
Core desire: to prove one's worth through courageous acts
Goal: expert mastery in a way that improves the world
Greatest fear: weakness, vulnerability, being a "chicken"
Strategy: to be as strong and competent as possible
Weakness: arrogance, always needing another battle to fight
Talent: competence and courage
The Hero is also known as: The warrior, crusader, rescuer, superhero, the soldier, dragon slayer, the winner and the team player.[/ul][/ul]
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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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BIRTHPLACE England
CHILDREN None
PARENTS
Lithium Arsenic Lockeheart :: Mother :: 31 :: Fulltime Hunter :: Ravenclaw Alumni[/ul]
SIBLINGS Antimony Constantin-Lockeheart :: Twin Brother (younger) :: 13 :: House Currently Unknown
OTHER
Alina Oana Constantin :: Paternal Grandmother :: house wife :: muggle :: Deceased
Dumitru Cosmin Niculai Andrei Antonescu of Balitiu-Draculesti :: Father's Sire :: Eccentric :: vampire
Vlad III Draculea :: Father's Sire's mother's father :: The First of the Draculesti vampire bloodline :: vampire
Arsenic Lockeheart :: Maternal Grandfather :: Auror and Hunter :: Ravenclaw Alumni :: Deceased
Cassandra Lockeheart :: Maternal Grandmother :: Musical Theorist :: Hufflepuff Alumni :: Deceased
Beryllium Lockeheart :: Maternal Cousin :: 31 :: Missing
Argon Lockeheart :: Maternal Great Grandfather :: 75 :: Auror and Hunter :: Ex-Head of Family
The entire Draculesti family, specifically Balitiu-Draculesti[/ul]
HISTORY Xenon was the first one out of the womb one particularly bloody spring evening. She swears she can still remember her mother's screams as she delivered, and the adoration in her father's dead, cold blue eyes as he gathered her up, his child, his precious daughter. Not long after did Antimony follow that evening, and from then on, Xenon had a little brother to care for, and care for she did. Growing up a Lockeheart is not for the faint of heart. With a mother bread from a long line of hunters and a father who became a traitor to his kind, the twins spent their early years on the Lockeheart estate learning all the best ways to break bones, in a manner of speaking. They had to be well equipped to defend themselves in the outside world, for it was dark and full of many dangers. The wizarding world was just coming down from the chaos that was Lord Voldemort, and among those who aided his cause were vampires, werewolves, and other beasts who took it upon themselves to wreak havoc upon the innocent. It was these beings that Xenon and Antimony would be trained to hunt and defeat.
When Xenon was old enough to ask, she approached her father, Dragos, about his predicament. He explained to her how he came to be her father, how he is a vampire, how he is under oath, contracted to kill his own kind, and yet tempted by the lure that is her mother, Lithium Lockeheart. "Don't tell her I said that," he promptly reminded her. She sat upon his knee and he told her stories, tales of his life, and she was sure he left out the more explicit bits out of love.
As Xenon grew, she drew closer to her mother, learning her ways as the leader of the family for it would be Xenon to be the next leader when the time would come. Xenon grew to be a fierce warrior, an expert marksman, and though she tries her best to be good, she still tends to get into a little trouble every now and again in the name of justice. She's quick to hold out a hand for a person in need of help and deliver a punch to a person in need of penance. She often gets into scuffles with her troublemaker twin brother, yet she is always coming to his defense no matter what. She has his back.
Now, it is her third year at Hogwarts and she's itching to prove herself.
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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NAME/ALIAS CaeJae
OTHER CHARACTERS So far for this generation, 10.
RP EXPERIENCE? 9 years of fantasy roleplay and fiction writing. 4 years of Harry Potter roleplay on this very site.
RP SAMPLE.
The stench! The stench of this place! Putrid, repulsive, and gut churning! He would not breathe and yet the air was saturated with the stench! Eyes have burned numb, remaining hidden behind the veil of lids and brush of lashes. Ages have long past where silver has become an issue of the lycanthrope kind, but the bonds were strong on his body in any sense and he was weak with thirst. Beyond the stench of cloves was a form of magic encircling where he lay. He could not break free and remained in this state since he was captured.
Lockehearts.
So bold as to hunt him, to capture him, to lock him away in a smelly box beneath their very feet! Bold, brave, and foolish, these wizards. Who were they to keep him in captivity, locked away like an antique artifact? However, bolder they are to want to kill him. The rights of a man's existence meant little to the ones with hatred in their hearts. To them, he was a pest, a parasite needing to be exterminated.
Lockehearts.
He lay promising the fires of hell, brimstone, pain and torment. He promised wrath and vengeance beyond the grave. He seethed in anger, but as he was contained within the coffin so was his anger so contained within him as not to pitch ripples along the surface and his face remained calm and unchanging. He was familiar with the protocol as he had heard whispers of those who hunt hunters, skilled predators of predators. He lay in wait for his execution.
Lockehearts.
The unexpected fall of footsteps stirred his senses and though he heard an arrival, he could not catch any other scent over the stench of garlic. He wondered if it was his time, then. The cycle of the moon and sun has been lost to him in his time within his encasement, so the moment must have finally arrived. He simply lay silently as he heard chains graze along the walls of his box beyond the darkness before came the soft floor of light and fresh air that fell upon him as the lid of his prison was lifted.
Startling blue eyes snapped open upon the vision of a blond child dressed in blood and and a brush of purple around her eye. She was as nearly as fair as he with eyes like blood. An instant curiosity stroked the fabrics of his mind in that moment and he wondered who this girl was.
With the gun pressed to his head, he made no move to free himself from his restraints. He merely stared at her with cold, unblinking Arctic hues. He despised being trapped as a hopeless hostage, but she had the upper hand. So, he gifted her with an answer.
"I am Dragos Cassius Alexandru Fane Constantin of Lazarovici-Diaconscu born of Transylvania in the lands of Romania."
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? A friend (who no longer frequents this site) introduced it to me some time ago.
CODE WORD? Can I Slytherin?
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