Post by Ashe Mimmeaux on May 13, 2010 11:43:15 GMT -5
Name: No Minwoo (Alias: Ashe Mimmeaux)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Magical Background: Pureblood
Magical Affiliation: Neutral
Wand:
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Magical Background: Pureblood
Magical Affiliation: Neutral
Wand:
14" holly with veela hair core. carved with scale details from to of grip to tip, stained to appear ebony, and sealed with gold-flecked Lacquer. In the butt of the grip is an emeraldPhysical Description:
He is 5'11" tall and near anorexicaly thin, with blindingly platinum blonde hair that is held in place with so much product that even the womping willow couldn't move it. Very pale skin for a Korean man, but he avoids the sun at all costs. He has bright honey eyes, but usualy wears jade green contacts, and a light layer of makeup unless he feels like being wild. His robes are always much to large, though beneath them he refuses to wear the uniform unless it is on a day where he has breaks in classes. His general atire is laced up tight white leather pants, a bright green billowy silk top, and a black italian leather wrist cuff given to him when he was young and living with his parents.Personality:
He is a sad and quiet boy, very meek and introverted until he gets stepped on one too many times -at that point it is best to run whether or not he's got a wand on him-. He has a hard time following instructor’s orders which was why his parents kept him out of school until he was 13. Unlike most in his place (depressed and alone) though he isn’t starved for attention. He really just wants to be alone. Rarely is a smile seen, and only when he is alone will he smile. He isn’t quite sure what his greatest pursuit is at the moment, still figuring life out, though he is certain the one thing he hates the most is a hypocrite. While he is not necessarily evil, nor was his father - a former Slytherin - , he is easily confused as such because of his temper. Truly, he strives for balance in all things, but still being a child in the aspect of maturity, he is a very poor diplomat and generally things only end up worse than before. As for the search for love, he isn’t all that interested in anyone right now, although it is already painfully obvious to him that he is more likely to gravitate toward males than females. He has simply decided that he doesn’t wish to add unneeded stress to his life...plus, who could love a blood drinker/mad scientist?Family:
]Father: Imugi MinWooHistory:
Mother: Porche Mimmeaux-MinWoo
Siblings: Sister Kim MinWoo, died at birth
No’s family life was…odd. He doesn’t remember much of his early childhood, nor how he got the large burn scar on his back. His father would never confess to the accidental backfiring of a half finished wand toward his one year old child. The rest up until age six or so he doesn’t remember simply because it is not important. Around the middle of age 6 though, while his mother was cooking, No’s father once again made a bad conection in the fibers of the wand core he was working on. The backfire shocked No’s mother enough to cause her to drop the knife and cut into no’s arm just enough not to need stitches but to bleed rather badly. He had always loved the color red and generally red drinks were his favorite, so it didn’t take him long to decide that this red liquid would be good as well. Most children would have found out then that it doesn’t…Not No.Other:
He absolutely loved it. His parents of course were shocked at first when he continued to try to find blood to drink, from the snakes in the yard to the trays of meat his mother brought from the butcher’s to every now and then trying to get more from himself. They even got him a few pets over the years to try and distract him…(The ferret they got him, he named it Timber, when he was 10 was the only one he cared for enough not to drink from) Eventualy though they realized it wasn’t so bad, he even made a vampire friend, Maurice, who taught him how to tell who was and wasn’t safe to drink from. At age 11 he found he hadn’t received his Hogwarts letter and, taking it as a sign they didn’t want someone as odd as he – for he knew he was odd – he started trying to tone down the habbit. Had he had access to it at the time he would have started smoking just to calm his nerves.
Two later, after having gone three months without drinking a drop of human blood – his parents didn’t care so much for animals – he finaly received his letter. They left it with Maurice for him to give to No after they left for a research trip of his father’s; as well as a Note explaining why the letter was dated for two years ago…and one year ago…and this year. They were afraid that he would not be accepted, or thrown out of the school, or possible jailed if an accident happened while he was getting his fix. Now that they trusted he could control himself they contacted the school and had the papers ready. The tickets and money were in his trunk which was packed for him. Timber had a new sturdier cage and a few new toys for the train ride. Maurice was to take him shopping.
Sorting and his first year flew by quickly,as he only had time for studying. He had it in his mind that he had to be better, learn faster, work harder than the others in his classes because he was two years older than them. He became much colder after that. Even toward the end of the year he began to lose control of his tongue and let slip random curses at students who made him angry, even a teacher or two for getting on him about not wearing uniform. The stress of constant studying, even in the summer when he went home (though obviously he couldn’t practice), was pushing that child he’d held onto into a corner. In a few more years what few friends he’d made would leave him to his own, and even Maurice had a hard time hanging out with him on holidays.
Year three was when he began to have the blackouts. His blood habbit had become more exotic, and so more expencive…Down past Diagon alley, in that shady street, one could buy just about anything. Even there he had a hard time finding a ‘dealer’, but he did. This woman sold everything from common mammal to centaur and boomslang blood. Anything but Unicorn that she could get her hands on she would sell, but the rarer, the more expencive. It was strong though. He eventually had to stop buying so often, start rationing. That was when he became unstable.
He was always a bit irrational when it came to anger, but now, with the rare bloods mixing in his system rage was not the proper word. He would litteraly lose control of himself and begin to shout out the worst curses he’d ever heard, even if he hadn’t learned them. The strain on his body would quickly make him pass out, but if he managed to fire off anything that he knew, someone would end up in the infirmary with him. The episodes only got worse the less blood he had to drink.
He began smoking (a muggleborn in 6th year turned him on to cigaretts, he got them from his parents in care packages), when he could get ahold of it on holidays. He was 17 now, in the last third of fourth year. He managed to get permission from the head of his house to smoke in the dorm bathroom while the others were away after explaining what it was for. Anywhere else on grounds though it was forbidden so he’d often be found just beyond the edge of the forbidden forest, hiding in a thick bit of woods for a quick break.
At the end of 4th year though he had an episode that nearly got him jailed if the DADA teacher hadn’t used a petrification curse on him first. He was called a mudblood. Calling halfbloods and muggleborns that is one thing, but calling a pureblood that…The logic behind it was he tainted his blood by drinking someone elses, but it didn’t matter…that little girl came seconds away from a long stay in the infirmary, or death if the wand backfired wrong.
They have their eye on him now…and Maurice makes sure he gets a steady supply of both Nicotene and blood. From 5th year on things were not any more normal, but still predictable. People began to see the safest way to treat him and the blackout rage episodes became less of an issue. He made it through OWLs, not with flying colors but more than above average skills in all accept for Charms and Divination. His next classes focused around Wand Lore and Potions mainly, and with his NEWTs came the evidence to prove his skill and dedication in these arts.
After Graduation he began to test a few theories about just what caused wands to bond with certain people, and in what ways a core could be combined. He began to sell 'exotic' wands to those with enough money as a side buisness to help sustain his habit, all the while attempting to create a potion that would rid him of the biological need to drink blood. He still hasnt found it yet.
He tailors his own clothing.
