CONTENT WARNING.
THIS CHARACTER’S OVERALL STORY CONTAINS DOMESTIC ABUSE, CHILD NEGLIGENCE, MENTIONED INCEST, SELF-HARM, AND SUICIDAL TENDENCIES WHICH WILL BE APPARENT IN LATER PLOT.
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𝐌oira 𝐆ráinne 𝐑ossëingrave
| 𝓑iological 𝓘nformation | ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ |
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| Born | January 1st |
| Blood status | Pure-blood |
| Marital status | – |
| Nationality | Irish |
| 𝓟hysical 𝓘nformation | ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ |
|---|---|
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5’ 3” (163 cm) |
| Weight | 92,5 lbs (42 kg) |
| Hair color | Silverish gray |
| Eye color | Crimson |
| Skin color | Pale |
| 𝓡elationship | ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ |
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| Family members | The Rossëingrave |
| Others | (???) |
| 𝓜agical 𝓒haracteristics | ㅤ |
|---|---|
| Boggart | ??? |
| Wand | • Black Walnut Wood |
| ㅤ | • Phoenix core |
| ㅤ | • 12 ½ inches long |
| ㅤ | • Reasonably supple flexibility |
| Patronus | Wildcat |
| 𝓐ffiliation | ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ |
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| Occupation | Student |
| House | to be added later. |
| Loyalty | • Rossëingrave Ménage |
| ㅤ | • Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry |
𝐔ntil the last petal is plucked 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 ...
The daughter from the third wife, rarely seen straying far from her twin brother. Amongst the many roses in the garden, she is one which people walked past without a second glance. Pretty, but that is all there is to see. Ordinary, never standing out, even if some of her petals had already fallen one by one, slowly, quietly. Her loyalty lies within her family, her entire purpose solely revolves around her family. She would bear the pain of being torn apart if it means to be seen, just once, just a minute longer.
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𝑳ike a broken doll that got repaired over and over again—that is how she is. She performs her best, at least she tries to. She tries to perfect everything she does. But no matter what she does, she cannot seem to be outstandingly good in the things she put efforts into ... what to do, then? Oh, giving up is never the answer, unfortunately. She will rather bleed and lost all her limbs than stay perfectly intact but gain no praises and attention. She will rather beat herself until all she can see is red than lost all the favors she had gained.
She has her own perspective regarding some things. To her understanding, comes from her upbringing, to be punished and beaten means to be loved. Love is marked with red and blood, claimed with cries and screams. Pain and tears are the price of joy. She wants to bear the scars her siblings have, she wants to experience the attention that they get. And she, being the caring darling that she is, with no doubt will do such things to others as well to show them that she loves them. Moira knows the pain of being ignored all too well, so she will not let others suffer the same fate. Surely they will be happy, yes? She is thrilled to be hurt, and the same applies for them as well, right?
Think all you want about her, but one thing for sure, Moira is friendly—or at least she thinks so. Sure, she smiles a lot, perhaps too much that it can come off creepy, and sometimes she laughs by herself. As she comes from a pureblooded family, she does underestimate those who do not share the same status and might come off as arrogant at first. But all in all, she is not a bad person. She is just a teenager wishing to have people to call as friends.