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05/04/2019 08:48 PM 

Astrid Riddle

Name: Astrid Riddle 
Age: 18 (can change if required) 
Occupation: None (student at Hogwarts) 
Sexual orientation: Bisexual 
Likes: Sketching, singing, strawberries, running, woodland, late nights, early mornings, reading, wide open spaces, hot chocolate, vanilla scented candles, winter, a challenge, heights etc...
Dislikes: coffee, disrespect, peppers, onions, small spaces, most people, tea, people who cannot take a joke, Albus, sharing, needles, the ocean etc...

Short bio:
First appearances are like camouflage for the damned and the evil, appearing like nothing more than a mere student upon first glance...But as camouflage is lifted and shadows begin to cloud the air around those that wear it? You truly see just who and what people are. However, this has yet to happen to Astrid since most do not bother with getting to know the snarky, stoic teenager. Maybe it's her ability to blend in as though she is nothing but a ghost? Maybe it's the fact that if you dare catch her in one of her...Off moods then you need to start running. 

Most of the students here at Hogwarts arrive at the tender age of 11 or 12 after just discovering their magic. But Astrid? She had been here all eighteen years of her life, raised since birth by Albus himself who had brought her here under the pretences of being her grandfather. There were whispers, rumours, snickers, accusations...But no one questioned his judgement or knew that his supposed 'granddaughter's ' backstory was nothing more than intricately woven lies. You see, Astrid bears a second name all fear. That second name being 'Riddle'. But then a question arises, where were her parent's? Well, one-half of that story is self-explanatory...The other half? Well, not much was known of her mother. Merely that she had emerald eyes, which Astrid inherited from her, and a passion for magic. 

And so, Astrid Riddle roams the halls of Hogwarts, getting straight A's by day, exploring what the shadows hide by night and attempting to occupy herself with absolutely anything in order to keep the murderous desires that run through her blood at bay. 

But how long will she be able to do so?


04/25/2019 05:43 PM 

The Lost Heir Of Everfree

Name: Lexa Everfree 
Age: 24
Occupation: Rogue Knight
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual 
Likes: Her twin blades, sarcasm, children (surprisingly), a challenge, running, sketching, sparring/training, reading, climbing, strawberries, snow, heights, woodland, adventures, writing, sketching etc...
Dislikes: A broken blade, small spaces, disrespect, sexism, needles, doctors, sharing (unless she's fond of you which is extremely rare), alcohol, rumors, royals, onions etc...

Bio:

Unsurprisingly, life had taken quite a liking to tearing away everything Lexa had held dear, the title of 'The lost air to Everfree' only made it worse. Now you may ask yourself, what is Everfree? Well, better known as the 'lost kingdom', the once peace driven land of Everfree towered high among other well-known empires. And who was this empire run by, you ask? None other than who it was named after one fateful day countless generations ago. The Everfree's. 

The family itself was rather large, consisting of a father (the king), a mother (the queen), five strapping young boys and of course, their youngest, only daughter, Alexandra. The fact that she was the youngest among five others not to mention that she was the only girl, Alexandra found herself forced into the shadows of her brothers as they strived and fought to become the next, rightful heir. It was not that big of an age gap, a few years at the most but that seemed to be enough to leave her unacknowledged, unworthy and ignored. 

Alexandra's brothers were not kind to her either, acting as though she was part of the family while around their parents...But when the kingdom became blanketed with midnight and shadows littered every corner, their torturous 'games' would begin and reel on until the clock finally chimed past the early hours of the morning. Leaving the only daughter to attempt to articulate a half decent explanation as to why the blues and purples of bruises and broken bones littered her body. 

As she hit the tender age of 14 however, her poor excuse of a life was about to crumble effortlessly to the ground. One merry, feastful night in the grand banquet hall, chatter echoed constantly around the room followed by the loud outbursts of laughter ranging from either side of the seemingly neverending oak banquet table. The royal family of course seated at the very front to display power and their future heirs, unaware of the vast amount of loss and bloodshed that was about to be thrust upon them. It all happened so quickly, the large, hall doors swung violently open, enemy guards swarmed the room, the sky becoming littered with hundreds of arrows as they descended into their multiple, screaming targets, leaving the royal family itself until the traumatic end and finally...That end had undeniably arrived, starting with the slow painful swipe of a blade across each of her parent's throats before briefly stopping and glancing between Alexandra and her five brothers. But that night was far from over, one of the guards grinning before grabbing her by the scruff of the neck, forcing the crimson dipped blade into her hand and guiding it into the stomach of each of her older brothers. 

And then finally...Everything was quiet, Alexandra still in shock as the blade fell from her grasp and clattered to the ground. 

The enemy guards had left swiftly after that, opting to leave the girl on her own to eventually die. But Alexandra did nothing of the sort. Casting her title aside and not bothering to wipe her families blood off of her hands or face as she set about her plan. 

It was undeniable, something had snapped within Alexandra that night. And now...She was out for blood. 

After ten, long years, forged from blood, sweat and broken bones, the once timid Alexandra had vanished without a trace only to leave a bloodthirsty, cocky, highly skilled killer in its place. Lexa Everfree. Thanks to her gruelling ten years of training, Lexa had managed to hunt down and slaughter every single guard from that night long ago and left her once civil hands practically soaked in the blood of the people she had murdered out of her thirst for revenge. 

Now known as the 'ghost' rather than her real name, Lexa keeps to herself and aimlessly roams from land to land with nothing but the twin pair of swords holstered to her back, her daggers securely strapped to each of her thighs and, of course, her warpaint which has now become like a second skin to the now hardened woman. 

Lexa, the lost heir to Everfree, had become the very embodiment of darkness itself. And she would not be classed as the victim again. 


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