Post by fishywolf on Jul 20, 2013 23:03:25 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] bast lilith leander. twenty three. hogwarts librarian. english oak, bowtruckle skin, eleven and three fourths, slightly yielding. kacey rohl. | |
[rs=2] | Hi there! The name is Bast Leander. Also known as Bass or Fishy. So, a bit about me... I am twenty three, a witch graduated from Hogwarts, former Badger, youngest of the family and lesbian. Yup. Pretty much covers it. Oh, and I’m currently the school’s librarian. So, uh... Is there anything I’m supposed to say? You want to hear about my history? Okay but you better hush up about whatever you hear from me. What happens here, stays here. Now get comfy and listen carefully because I ain't repeating anything. I was born to a nice family in a quiet English town. My mother, Lexia, was a wandmaker and housewife while my dad, Henry, was a professor of philosophy at the local college. Lexia was actually Henry’s second wife and my three older brothers were actually from another marriage. Chris, Jay and John. Those three were my guardians and I was practically raised by them. Chris, currently age thirty, became a tattoo artist and has a shop out in London. It was from him that I got the few tattoos I have. I’ll tell more about ‘em later. Jay, age thirty four, used to teach marksmanship at a shooting range but now runs a wildlife reserve for endangered magical creatures. John, now thirty seven years of age, started a camp/dojo-esque place to teach martial arts and a few sports. Oh, yes. Before I continue, there’s something you should know about my heritage. My mom was a muggle-born while dad was a squib. Chris, Jay and myself all got magic. John was the only one of us who hadn't. Our family wasn't very strict about learning the art. In fact, I was the only one to follow all the way through with my magical training. Jay just declined the letter when he first got it and Chris dropped out in his second year to get an apprenticeship with a wizard who practiced the art of inking. Now, I continue. When I was about six, my mother died. When she was out, harvesting ingredients for some wands when she was bit. An adder had sunk its teeth into her and left her crawling back to the house in agony. I can still remember her and her dying breaths. Yeah, not very pleasant. For all of us. My dad become more distant from us. He spent more and more time at work, leaving my older brothers to take care of me. Though I did miss Henry, it was still pretty awesome. The four of us bonded so much those years that we were, and still are, inseparable. I loved all my siblings, don’t get me wrong on that, but John was my absolute favorite. He taught me self defense as soon as I could understand and communicate basic speech. I was like him in so many ways. We were both sporty and athletic. We both loved physical activity and we constantly had to be separated as we would roughhouse whenever given the opportunity. John taught me all the sports he learned though I disliked some of them and would request for us to do something else. Some of my personal favorites are soccer, baseball, horseback riding (I prefer riding without stirrups by the way), basketball and Quidditch. Quidditch came a bit later though. Heheh. Oh, and I am supremely sorry for upholding the stereotype that all lesbians are super sporty and strong and stuff. Sorry babes. Chris and Jay also tried bringing me into their interests. Jay taught me the basics of shooting but it wasn't as interesting to me. The thing that we did have in common was our love for animals and exploring nature. I would take long walks with him, just being out and about and trying to spot the occasional animal. After mom died we were a bit more careful about our strolls and took them less often. Chris attempted teaching me how to draw but we soon found out that I just didn't have a knack for it. Instead, I enjoyed watching him draw and color while he told me a few basics of his art. Stuff like how light and time affected color or the difference between certain materials. So, yes, I do know quite a bit about it. Enough that I can usually give some criticism on a piece of art but I can’t draw for shit. Really. Chris is pretty much the only artistic person in the family. No idea where he gets it from. Look, stop interrupting me with your face and let’s move on. Geez. About six years later and I was eleven, soon to be twelve, I got my letter. The owl was out on the windowsill as we came down to prepare breakfast. Dad was once again crashing at the school and we had to call him to come over so we could talk about what to do next. Henry came over in time for lunch. We gathered around the kitchen table, nibbling on grilled cheese and talking about my future. I could go to Hogwarts and see how I liked it; if I didn't I always had the option of dropping out and returning home without any consequence. I could simply stay at home and continue to be home schooled by my family. If I so wished then Chris and Jay could teach me the magic they knew and I could find another teacher if they had nothing left to teach me and I wanted to learn more. I wasn't able to make a decision that afternoon but something happened that caused me to make up my mind, first thing the next morning. After lunch, I decided to think about what to do out in the woods. I always thought better outdoors for some odd reason. I guess it runs in the family since my brothers, mother and father share this trait. If any of us needed space and expressed this to the others, we would know where to find them. Henry (yes, I call my dad Henry.) easily found me under one of my favorite trees. A large cedar. He sat next to me and we just stayed like that for awhile. Finally he spoke. We talked about magic, my mother and a bit about Hogwarts then wands. Suddenly things were quiet again. I was about to break the silence but dad beat me do it once more. This time, he had something to give me. He handed me a long wooden box and told me to open it. I did so. Guess what was inside. That’s right; it was a wand. Henry said that Lexia made this wand especially in the hopes that it would be the perfect one for me. He continued saying that the core of this wand was special, a rare kind of material. When I was five, mom had went on one of her wand material adventures out in the woods nearby. It was nothing new, she did this all the time. Except, unbeknownst to me and my siblings, she managed to find and capture a Bowtruckle. She harvested some of its skin then let it free. I guess her instincts or perhaps something magical affected her after this because she felt that this core was meant for me. Somehow she also knew what kind of wood would best suit me. After doing a rather strict interview and taking measurements of a rather confused five year old me, she also decided upon length and flexibleness. Wandmaker’s intuition combined with mother’s intuition is really, really scary. So, after that interesting back story provided by my father, Lexia’s work was in my hands. It was made with a core of Bowtruckle skin, wood of the English Oak (same one as my mother), eleven and three-fourths long and a slightly yielding flexibility. I admired the work on it for a bit, the small details carved into the wood and its shape. Henry was getting a bit anxious and asked me to go ahead and try it out. I picked it up by its base and, as soon as I did, sparks shot out of its tip and it sputtered and shook a bit in my hand. I know, right! Quite and very odd. I was scared at first, wondering if it would burst or blast something and it wouldn't be compatible for me so mom’s work would have gone to waste. I looked to Henry for help (the expression on my face must’ve been hilarious) but he was just about confused as I was! After a rather large spurt of magic (kinda like a cough) the wand stopped sputtering and shaking but only for about a second. A huge burst of light came from it and, just being guided by instinct, I gave it a small swish. Followed by this action was a wind coming from it as well and anywhere I swung the wand, the wind followed. The spectacle was rather large as my brothers had seen the light and felt the wind so all of them got rather worried and were watching this happen. It lasted for a second or so longer before dying down, leaving a dim magical glow around me as it calmed down. I know that I already said this but I must say it again. Wandmaker’s intuition combined with mother’s intuition is truly scary. ...you have a question. Not surprising. I’ll allow you to ask it. Go ahead. … You’re asking why this happened? Oh, and you’re also asking why I chose the wand? Honestly, you’re kind of stupid. To answer your second question first, it’s simply because it was the perfect wand for me. It still is, see? For your first question, don’t you know that wands have personality? Wands are beings too, man-made beings but beings nonetheless. My wand was made for me and it only got its first true meeting with me after about six years of waiting. It knew and felt my presence almost everyday but couldn't be with me. Let me give an example. Let’s say the moment you were born, you had a best friend that you've never met. You knew who your best friend was but you could never meet your friend yet as you were locked up. You saw this person everyday but still could never meet with them. Frustrating, right? That’s what my wand was going through. It didn't help that he’s like me and dislikes waiting. He (yes, I consider my wand male) was simply over excited to see me and finally meet me. Me and him have a very special relationship, a bond that quite a number of wizards and witches don’t have with their wands. Oaktruckle (my wand’s name) has a distinct personality and I’m aware of that. I treat him with the same respect I give to an old friend and partner, he’s more than a wand to me. I clean him almost every day and polish him at least once a month. I could talk all day about me and Oaktruckle but I won’t. So anyway, back to my past. Hogwarts. Did I make any friends? Uhh... Kind of? I had Borris, a spotted owl. He was a friend. So was Oaktruckle! Hey, don’t look at me like that. This was the first time I've ever been to school. Not many kids wanted to be friends with the weird homeschooled, openly lesbian chick. And I was a badger. Being sorted into Hufflepuff though... I liked that. Another odd family trait is that we all get sorted into the House of Hufflepuff. Lexia did, Chris did and I have a feeling Jay would've too if he went to school. My fellow badgers were pretty nice but I mainly kept to myself. Being around so many people and having a schedule took some getting used to but I adapted. Second year was better. My brothers and I were able to save enough money to get me a nice broom so I could join Quidditch! Being on the team definitely helped my social life. I naturally wasn't a very social person but at least I made a few more acquaintances and became a bit more well-known around the school. My position on the team was chaser but I was also a decent substitute for the seeker if need be. Still prefer being a chaser though, more action and less waiting around. Hmm... Third year I started ‘dating.’ I had a girlfriend for a little while, things didn't really work out though. She ended up just wanting to experiment and I was cool with that. We ended the relationship on a positive note and I found something out about myself. I preferred short relationships. Types that would give me some sort of positive experience without the fear of commitment. Not all of them were positive... I ended up using a few people and my brash nature hurt a few people. I kind of regret it but I forgave myself. It’s a part of me and I’ll accept it despite how it hurts people. Oh, I did have positive ones though. I had one or two friends with benefits that also disliked the commitment that came with romantic relations. Onto fifth year! That was an interesting time. In my fifth year I was promoted to captain of the Quidditch team. Sweeeeeet, but tiring. Lots of planning and captain stuff to do but I did get to use the prefect’s bathroom. If I wasn't exercising or training, doing homework or in the library, I was in that beautiful bathroom. Usually with a book on hand if I wasn't swimming in the water. Yeah, I like to read! What, just because I’m sporty I automatically hate reading? Pssh. Books are fun. They give you information, bring you through adventures and give you new perspectives on things. Besides, there’s books about sports! I don’t have much else to tell really. My last two years were normal. Grades and my OWLs and NEWTs? If I remember correctly, for my OWLs, I got E’s for the Transfiguration, Herbology and Charms while I got O’s for the Dark Art subjects and Care of Magical Creatures. The only one I got an A on was Muggle Studies, everything else was below that. Uhh... don’t tell anyone but I have actually gotten a T. Twice. Once for History of Magic and the other for Potions. I can cut up the stuff just fine and stir it up but it somehow just never seems to work. I swear, I don’t know what happens, honestly! As for my NEWTs.... I decided to take on a little challenge and take on all the classes that I qualified in. Of course I failed some subjects but it was still an interesting challenge. I was studying a lot, sometimes during Quidditch practice you would find me reading while doing drills. I fell quite a few times before the matron made me swear to never study during flying drills ever again. Still haven’t broke that promise. I ended up failing Herbology and Transfiguration but not by much which is an accomplishment which I can still boast today. Scraped by Charms, was decent for Care of Magical Creatures and passed with flying colors for the Dark Arts. Then school was done and off I went into the real world. Ha! Nope! After graduating I immediately went to help my brothers. Learning Apparition was definitely one of the skills that was most useful. My headquarters was Jay’s house in the reserve as it is closest to our childhood home. However, I mainly stayed with Chris at his camp/school thing. I was another one of the supervisors and trainers. After polishing up my skills with my oldest sibling, I felt qualified enough to take on a few students myself and train them. Then, Jay. I usually provided him transport when he needed to quickly get to the Ministry of Magic. I did also help out with the caretaking of the place along with raising some of the animals. It was here that I got my new pets. My two owls, Nox and Spring, my wolfdog named Coplace and a half-Kneazle named Egress. Then, Chris. I sometimes hang around his place when I decide to go out to Diagon Alley. I mainly just help around the shop or clean up his flat since I can’t really relate to him on a work sort of level. All of us, including me, have our own houses but we all still gather together in our old home. I usually am forced to be the form of transportation for Chris and John since they live far away and can’t apparate. Henry is now retired so we see much more of him during our little get togethers. My house? Well, besides the places that I can crash at school, I own the flat next to Chris’s place that is over his tattoo shop. I barely use it so I get my brother or one of his friends to check on the place from time to time. So yes, that is the life I lived till I was about two years. I was content with this and probably would have continued with that lifestyle until I decided to check out wanted jobs for the heck of it. Just one of those days when I was thinking that maybe it’d be cool to get a more formal(?) job. It seemed that the old librarian was retiring and they needed a replacement and fast. I decided to apply. I mean, I had a bit of a chance to get it. I was familiar with the library as a former Hogwarts student so I didn't really need much else training. Somehow, someway I got the job. Weird, huh? Still no idea why but I’m not gonna question it. I've now been working here for four years with two owls, a wolfdog and a half-kneazle as my helpers. I’m happy. And that is my life! What, you still not happy with that? Well, what else d’you wanna know? Oh ho~ My weaknesses? Fine, I’ll humor ya. As a fighter, I recognize and know my weaknesses. I have to, otherwise how will I improve? Let’s see... I’ll start with my physical weaknesses. If you know, inspect me or my pictures well enough then you’ll notice that my left eye is lazy. If you want to catch me in a weak spot distract me from the right then attack my left or vice versa. 89 percent of the time, I won’t notice. I also have a few weak points. Hit the area on my side that’s just above the hip just hard enough then you’ll have me crippled for at least five seconds. The middle of my inner thigh is also very tender. I had torn my ham muscles there and I never really recovered from that. Then my mental weaknesses. My worst and most obvious is how brash I am. I’ll go into things head first without much thought and that applies to fighting as well with life decisions. Patience definitely isn't one of my virtues. Pair my brashness with my blunt honesty and you get a bunch of offended people. Doesn't really help my with the whole friend thing. I am also stubborn and very, very confident. If I get to doing something I will not stop. If I lose against someone three levels higher than me then I’ll train and train and train until I get enough XP to be at least two levels higher than my opponent. And I will not stop until I get there even if it kills me. Now, a bit of personal information about me. My tattoos. I have two and counting. One of a lioness can be seen on my inner thigh while another of a very intricate oak tree is on my back. The tree is my biggest, covering almost three fourths of my back. If you look closely you can see my wand in the middle of the tree and six birds on its branches. Then, my family. They are my everything. Perhaps that is why I’m afraid of starting one. Because I’m afraid I won’t be able to be good enough and I believe no one deserves less than good. There we are. Pretty much all the information I have on myself. I've already been talking for too long. I am quite surprised you haven’t fallen asleep yet! Go on now. Get some coffee or something. And remember, if I find out that you've snitched on me, I will end you. Cheery ending, eh? No matter. Bye now~ |
wolfie. about fifteen. two. |