Post by Myka Schade on Mar 26, 2013 13:09:29 GMT -8
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MYKA ELANORA SCHADE
twenty-five. Syndicate supporter. waitress/wise-ass. N/A.
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ALIAS(ES): Myks (pronounced Mikes), Hothead, Red
BIRTHDAY: October, 13, 1987
BIRTHPLACE: Near Hogsmead, Scotland
CURRENT: City of Shadows
FAMILY:
• Mother: Antoinette la Lune, aged 42. Full blooded status (Veela). Slave currently
• Father: Marcus Schade, aged 56. Full blooded status. Death Eater.
BLOOD: Halfblood (Wizard/Veela)
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
WAND: 9 inch, willow, phoenix feather
DESCRIPTION: Standing at a mere five foot three and weighing only one hundred five pounds soaking wet, Myka does not appear to be very formidable. Looks, however, can be deceiving. her eyes are a vibrant hue of blue with flecks of green and grey that give them a somewhat turquoise appearance at times. Her pale skin is flawless and can at times even seem to give off it's own sort of luminescence. This is due to her Veela heritage of course. While her natural hair color is a lovely shade of blonde she uses a spell to keep it a darker, vibrant shade of red in an attempt to draw less attention to herself. Without doing the spell or if it wears off it goes back to it's blonde state. She has one nasty scar that she hides from everyone but those closest to her that is across her back from shoulder blade to hip, a token of her father's wrath.
PLAY-BY: Emma Stone
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PATRONUS: A great white wolf
BOGGART: Her boggart is her father.
MIRROR OF ERISED: To be accepted, wanted for who she is not what she is. Sometimes she sees what she imagines her mother would look like in her human form, free and happy and with her.
HABITS: Though she tries not to due to her Veela heritage she unconsciously finds herself humming if she's bored or distracted. When scared or irritated she tends to get snarky and sarcastic.
PET PEEVE: She does not like to be touched unless the touch has been invited. Even small things like a hand on her shoulder from one that doesn't already know her and has her trust will make her jumpy and irritable.
STRENGTHS:
•Alluring - With half-Veela running through her she tends to draw males of every type to her unwanted and unwittingly. Voice, skin, movement: all play a part in that distracting allure.
• Willpower - She's made it this far on puck and will. She can be downright stubborn when she sets her mind to something or someone.
• Animal Affinity - She has a natural way with animals and creatures of all sorts.
• Animagus - Unregistered. She has the ability to transform into a white timberwolf.
WEAKNESSES:
•She's a sucker for animals and creatures of any sort, even the more frightening ones. She knows what it's like to be valued or devalued based solely on what you are and where you came from.
•She lacks full Veela power. She cannot transform into animals as a Veela would or the Harpy version of a Veela. She does not sprout wings or a beak but if truly and utterly angered her eyes do tend to glow red. It is unknown as yet if she can indeed shoot fire from her hands like her full blooded Veela kin. This is yet to be revealed.
• Identifiable - Being a half Veela makes it hard for some to forget her face which is not a good thing when you are in hiding from your evil father or the rest of the world. She keeps her hair enchanted red to distance herself from the luminescent blonde that people might remember her as but even as a ginger she is memorable.
• Markings - If one knows she is an animagus (thus far only Cedric and Sully know) they can easily spot her as the white of her wolf fur is not pure and a jagged line of red fur runs down her wolf's back from the shoulder to the hip as a result of the scar her human form also bears.
• Unregistered - She knows the penalty of being an unregistered animagus and fears being turned in and going to Azkaban.
TRAITS: On the outside one might see a hardened, sassy, spirited gal. She doesn't act like much gets to her at all, as if she hasn't a care in the world. Sure she shows irritation quickly and then can be so mercurial that she can turn and laugh. She doesn't like for people to know or see what she cares about. In her experience if you let people know what you care about they take it away from you. Most people only see this surface persona. She has a bit of a chip on her shoulder from being treated as a second class citizen most of her life living among the Death Eaters and then later the suspicion of others because of her name and who her father is. The Schade name doesn't exactly inspire trust or warm feelings in the wizarding world.
But under all that emotional armor that she wears she is a fragile person, a real softy. She yearns for the acceptance and love and affection she's always been denied. She can count her friends on one hand. Two fingers really, and even they do not know her full story. They might suspect but they don't really know. The quickest way to see this side of her is to see her around an animal or a creature, particularly one in peril or need. Even then she tries to hide this from others but her guard slips from time to time to reveal this hidden side.
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HISTORY:
The particulars of her conception are still confusing. It is unknown to her if her mother was seduced by the powerful and wealthy Marcus Schade with jewels and baubles and finery or if she was tricked and taken prisoner. She grew up not knowing her mother at all. At least not as a person would. From a small age though she recalled the massive white wolf that was kept chained in the cellars of the manor. She didn't understand why she was paraded about and shown to others when they would visit and then sent away. As a small child it was baffling to her. She only knew that her father was a cold and unfeeling man. The house elves they had were a mixed bag of characters, some were doting and eager, others cowered or were grumpy. But all tried to stay away from her in other people's sight. Little things might be slipped to her room in the middle of the night such as sweet treats or chocolates or a lovely hair ribbon but they were never given to her personally.
At the age of eight she was taken to Diagon Alley to purchase things in which she might begin her formal education in magic. There would be no Hogwarts for her. She was the prized bird in her father's collection. Her wand chose her nearly immediately and it felt right in her hand. Of course it was taken away as soon as it was chosen and kept from her unless she was with a tutor. Being the wily child she was though she still managed to obtain it more than once. She discovered early on that she was quite adept in locking and more specifically unlocking spells.
Over time she grew suspicious of the wolf in the cellar. It seemed so intelligent. At the age of twelve she snuck into her father's study and found his person journal detailing how he had plucked a hair from her mother's head. As legend had it if a Veela's hair is plucked it will either die or be forced to transform into a non-human form. Apparently in this case it was true. She was caught in the study and was severely punished. It was this incident that caused the large scar across her back as one of the spells her father hurled at her lashed along her back as she tried to dodge.
This was also the first time she ran off into the forest. She was out there for days, lost, cold, hungry, scared. Things moved in that forest that she was not familiar with. The wolves though, the wolves seemed to accept her. They were exactly chummy but they would linger near and seemed to watch over her. Little did she know that she was in the Forbidden Forest that separated the family manor and famous Hogwarts.
It was her first time in there but not her last. Over the years she saw wondrous and amazing creatures in that forest. She felt far more at home among them than in the walls of the family estate. This is also where she tended to practice being an animagus from the book that she had stolen from her father's library, at least the primary location. She figured it best with lots of animals around for inspiration. She was a little disappointed she hadn't transformed into something with wings so that she could fly but the wolf that formed made her proud and made her feel more connected to her mother.
She was fifteen when she first met Cedric McGaret. he'd been near the forest with his friends when she spied them. Creeping along, shadowing them she spied on them and watched the just at the edge of the forest but was caught. Not dressed like a student and blossoming into womanhood as it were the Veela in her worked well for escaping them. But over time she saw them more and more and finally spoke to Ced. It was the first friendship she'd ever had and thus a cherished one. Soon she got to know Sully as well but he was more reserved and quiet. She could respect that.
With her animal affinity and her ability to become a wolf herself she was one of the only people that could be around Cedric when he transformed. She took it upon herself to be something of a guardian to him when he was transformed even though she was younger and smaller than him. He was her friend and she was loyal to a fault. She liked feeling connected to someone and perhaps it was something of pack mentality that kept her close.
But their time at Hogwarts was not long and when they left she was alone again. She'd befriended several creatures in the forest and learned a great deal about them in her time there. More than she ever could learn from her tutors. Thankfully she also learned healing spells and potions as well. Making friends in the forest was not without it's perils. The only creatures she gave wide berth to were the acromantuli. She tried to stay as far from their hunting and nesting grounds as possible.
When the persecutions began she finally fled her father's home, taking her belongings and gold and silver she had stashed away over the years. He had been parading her around like a prized bird at auction far too much of late and she feared for her fate with all the cloaked Death Eaters that were lurking about the manor. She hated them, all of them. Even her tutors. Their smug superior attitudes and the way they looked down on her half-blood status. In a way the men were worse than the women. They were entranced by her charms and were clingy. The women at least simply treated her with outright distaste.
Running away she used the forest for cover, finding one of the hippogriffs that she had befriended and flew till she wasn't sure were she was anymore. It took time but she became aware of the underground Syndicate and the City of Shadows, charming her way in with one of the males she met. To her surprise who should she see when she stepped into the werewolf bar? None other than her old friend Cedric.
The rest was history. She began working there as a waitress, able to hold her own with the rowdy crowd that sometimes frequented the place. The oath she swore to Sully was a no-brainer to her. This felt more like home than the place she grew up. Here she was treated fair and decently. The various races there took a little adjusting to but her high spirit and willfulness and her sassy nature were a boon to her here. This was no high class establishment...and she loved it!
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NAME: Myka works
EXPERIENCE: Since before most RPers were born.
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RP SAMPLE: Running through the maze she couldn't see anything in front of her. It was pitch black and everywhere she turned she was running into spiderwebs and getting them tangled into her face and hair and hands. She would hear faint sounds of multiple feet scuttling in the darkness and it filled her with fear. her heart pounded hard and fast as she ran and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. It was only her stubbornness that kept her going. She was going to find the way out of here no matter what.
She tried to shift, to hide in her wolf form and use it's powerful sense of smell to find the way but she couldn't shift. Panic began to fill her when she heard the voice of her father next to her ear, making her scream and run. Blind corners caused her to smack into walls, getting completely turned around and confused as she ran. The voice continued to haunt her coming from one direction then another. It seemed like his voice was all around her. She couldn't escape it.
Looking over her shoulder as she ran, lungs burning for air she didn't see the web in front of her as she ran smack into it. Struggling only got her more tangled and caught in the giant spider web. She was trapped. Staring in horror as a figure became clearer and clearer, the visage of her father looming up out of the darkness with several giant spiders creeping up on either side of him the room began to grow lighter. She recognized the place all too well. The dank walls and the scents were ones she'd grown up in. It was the cellar at the manor. She heard a whine in the corner and looked, seeing her mother's wolf chained to a wall, blood matting her fur and unable to help her.
She heard screams echoing off the stone walls and reaching her ears only to realize they were her own screams as her father and the acromantuli approached her, his hand reaching out with his wand.
It was her screams that woke her up as she shot up in the bed, her blankets tangled and twisted around her limbs giving her a brief moment of panic as she struggled and looked around. All her eyes found was her own room over the bar and the familiar sounds from downstairs. Drenched in sweat she got up and went to the dresser to pour a glass of water from the pitcher there and looked at herself in the mirror. Sweat poured down her face and back and she shivered as she wiped her hair out of her face, irritated at the long blonde locks.
The fear began to wane a little replaced by anger as she grabbed her wand and did the spell to change her hair back to red, not liking the reflection of herself in the mirror. A knock at her door made her look over her shoulder and she considered not answering. Maybe the screams had drawn attention. "I'm fine.", she called out, not knowing who it was on the other side but having a pretty good suspicion about it.
Dropping back on the bed she sipped the water and tried to clear her thoughts. Would she ever be free of the living nightmare that was her heritage? Was it foreshadowing of things yet to come? She certainly hoped not. Setting down the water she stood and pulled on a pair of pants, needing something a little stronger to drink. Downstairs it was.
ANYTHING ELSE? I'm up for just about any kind of RP there is. Hopefully it won't end in death cause that would put a crimp in being able to RP. As for more mature RP I prefer to skirt around the actual act of bumping uglies and lead right up to the point of fade-to-black as opposed to actually writing out the naughty bits. One can be extremely sensual and exciting without the actual hanky panky part and usually it's the most intriguing.