Post by Lilith Braeden on Aug 11, 2015 0:08:33 GMT -5
Name: Lilith Braeden
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Magical Background: Pureblood
House: Didn't attend Hogwarts
Wand: Redwood, 12", Dragon scale core
Appearance: Piercing blue eyes, sandy hair, athletic build. Complexion is pale because she prefers to live a nocturnal life, resting during the day and *playing* at night. Tattoo of two twisted snakes on her shoulder.
Personality: Cold and calculating, the Shadow Master cares for nothing, no-one. The world didn't care for her, so she will repay in kind. She has many who may wish to be her friend, but she doesn't even know the meaning of the word. The only person she even faintly cares for is her father. But Lilith is far deeper than she seems at first glance. Lilith also has a natural charisma that can draw people to her, and she uses it to help gain supporters.
Family:
Father: Solomon Bray
Mother: Unknown
History: Lilith isn't sure when her birthday is, because she was left at a wizarding orphanage shortly after her birth. If she ever feels the need to celebrate it, though, she does it on the 31st of October because she rather enjoys Halloween. She might have ended up adopted because of her piercing blue eyes and head of red curls, an adorable child to look at, but this adorable child had a temper and she lashed out at anyone who tried to get too close to her, preferring to be left alone. While she attended her classes, she wasn't the best of students not because she wasn't smart, because she showed a high aptitude for History and languages, but because she got bored and annoyed all too easily and so hardly ever bothered to turn in any work.
While she was around other young wizards, she still felt out of place, finding it hard to make friends and preferring to be on her own. She wasn't particularly cruel to anyone, but she lacked the skills to be able to make conversation and so she remained lonely, amusing herself by reading and by pretending a piece of wood was a sword, beginning her interest in swordplay since she wasn't yet old enough to get a wand.
Adoption happened for most of her peers and it was hard to watch them, one by one, finding families, being accepted by people who would love them. It didn't take long for Lilith's longing to turn into hate. Who needed a family, anyway? She was perfectly happy on her own and this was the way she stayed throughout her teen years, the only time she sought out company being when she actually discovered boys and even then there was no emotion involved, only physical release and that sort of thing tended to leave young boys brokenhearted and angry and when one tried to curse her for her free loving ways, she immediately retaliated, almost killing him and it was a good thing that she was almost seventeen because otherwise she would have been imprisoned for sure.
Enter Solomon Bray, a Warlock who, upon the girl coming of age and all protective wards removed, discovered that he had a daughter and he came to collect her. Solomon took the bitter girl under his wing, teaching her all he could of the dark arts, and of the group of Shadow Hunters that he headed. While Lilith at first couldn't care less about this man who claimed to be family, she was soon entranced by the power being offered to her and she had a natural talent for it, even if she was often defiant. Her father was ruthless in his teachings, oftentimes beating the information into his daughter before he finally deemed her ready to become a leader.
Her fathers original followers were old, and to Lilith they were too old fashioned and set in their ways. She had a vision of something much younger, something full of energy that could flow between them all and that was how she began to forge her own group, to find ways to join those she found in ways better than a simple vow or promise. In her late twenties her group began. Vital young people, angry, vicious, vindictive who were all hungry for the power she could promise them and the vow that they made to her was one so binding, so deep that it bonded them together. The ritual was more than words and the mark they all bore linked them in mind and power, helping them to draw upon each other when needed and to communicate with ease.
This was the sort of family she'd craved all her life, ones who could never abandon you except by death, ones who she could keep an eye...and mind...on at all times, because Lilith didn't trust easily. She didn't even trust her father who would never tell her who her mother was except for some nice person of a witch who played him like a fool and Lilith would make sure she never ended up in the same position.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Magical Background: Pureblood
House: Didn't attend Hogwarts
Wand: Redwood, 12", Dragon scale core
Appearance: Piercing blue eyes, sandy hair, athletic build. Complexion is pale because she prefers to live a nocturnal life, resting during the day and *playing* at night. Tattoo of two twisted snakes on her shoulder.
Personality: Cold and calculating, the Shadow Master cares for nothing, no-one. The world didn't care for her, so she will repay in kind. She has many who may wish to be her friend, but she doesn't even know the meaning of the word. The only person she even faintly cares for is her father. But Lilith is far deeper than she seems at first glance. Lilith also has a natural charisma that can draw people to her, and she uses it to help gain supporters.
Family:
Father: Solomon Bray
Mother: Unknown
History: Lilith isn't sure when her birthday is, because she was left at a wizarding orphanage shortly after her birth. If she ever feels the need to celebrate it, though, she does it on the 31st of October because she rather enjoys Halloween. She might have ended up adopted because of her piercing blue eyes and head of red curls, an adorable child to look at, but this adorable child had a temper and she lashed out at anyone who tried to get too close to her, preferring to be left alone. While she attended her classes, she wasn't the best of students not because she wasn't smart, because she showed a high aptitude for History and languages, but because she got bored and annoyed all too easily and so hardly ever bothered to turn in any work.
While she was around other young wizards, she still felt out of place, finding it hard to make friends and preferring to be on her own. She wasn't particularly cruel to anyone, but she lacked the skills to be able to make conversation and so she remained lonely, amusing herself by reading and by pretending a piece of wood was a sword, beginning her interest in swordplay since she wasn't yet old enough to get a wand.
Adoption happened for most of her peers and it was hard to watch them, one by one, finding families, being accepted by people who would love them. It didn't take long for Lilith's longing to turn into hate. Who needed a family, anyway? She was perfectly happy on her own and this was the way she stayed throughout her teen years, the only time she sought out company being when she actually discovered boys and even then there was no emotion involved, only physical release and that sort of thing tended to leave young boys brokenhearted and angry and when one tried to curse her for her free loving ways, she immediately retaliated, almost killing him and it was a good thing that she was almost seventeen because otherwise she would have been imprisoned for sure.
Enter Solomon Bray, a Warlock who, upon the girl coming of age and all protective wards removed, discovered that he had a daughter and he came to collect her. Solomon took the bitter girl under his wing, teaching her all he could of the dark arts, and of the group of Shadow Hunters that he headed. While Lilith at first couldn't care less about this man who claimed to be family, she was soon entranced by the power being offered to her and she had a natural talent for it, even if she was often defiant. Her father was ruthless in his teachings, oftentimes beating the information into his daughter before he finally deemed her ready to become a leader.
Her fathers original followers were old, and to Lilith they were too old fashioned and set in their ways. She had a vision of something much younger, something full of energy that could flow between them all and that was how she began to forge her own group, to find ways to join those she found in ways better than a simple vow or promise. In her late twenties her group began. Vital young people, angry, vicious, vindictive who were all hungry for the power she could promise them and the vow that they made to her was one so binding, so deep that it bonded them together. The ritual was more than words and the mark they all bore linked them in mind and power, helping them to draw upon each other when needed and to communicate with ease.
This was the sort of family she'd craved all her life, ones who could never abandon you except by death, ones who she could keep an eye...and mind...on at all times, because Lilith didn't trust easily. She didn't even trust her father who would never tell her who her mother was except for some nice person of a witch who played him like a fool and Lilith would make sure she never ended up in the same position.
