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TITLE: The Girl Who No One Saw
PERPETRATOR: Sayuri Kaoru
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
FULL NAME: Celeste
SPECIES: Witch/Part Angel
HAIR: "gentle ducky locks of chocolate brown, shot with deep luscious reds and shining golds, it fell to her ankles."
EYES: "deep blue sapphires that were full of warmth". They "show" her soul.
MARKINGS: "slim yet curved, her pale porcelain skin was glowing and flawless save for a few light smattering freckles that covered her cheeks and nose"
POSSESSIONS: "old fashioned lace nightgown"
ORIGIN: An orphan who was used to not being noticed. She enjoys going to Hogwarts, and at the age of 14 she transforms with her "angel heritage".
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Her parents were murdered - probably by Death Eaters. A mysterious man finds her and brings her to the orphanage. Dumbledore arrives at the orphanage to tell her to come with him, with no explanation. According to the summary a "strange attractive boy" will be able to see her.
SPECIAL ABILITIES Before her transformation she could hover instead of walk, and she could have conversations with animals.
NOTES: How do you think she came into existence? Also, don't you think that God would smote someone who hurt an angel?
SAMPLE:
The girl who no one saw stood in shock before the beautiful stranger who was standing opposite her. Her figure was slim yet curved, her pale porcelain skin was glowing and flawless save for a few light smattering freckles that covered her cheeks and nose. The stranger's perfect features we're framed with gentle ducky locks of chocolate brown, shot with deep luscious reds and shining golds, it fell to her ankles. And her eyes...those deep blue sapphires that were full of warmth. They were eyes that showed the very soul.
A silvery tear ran down the girl's face, the old fashioned lace nightgown rustling as she reached to touch the cold glass of her reflection.
It had happened. The day when her angel heritage appeared. She had always known that this day would come, but had pushed it to the back of her mind; dreading the day she would no longer be invisible. It had taken a while to get used to when she had first arrived at the orphanage but she later became grateful that nobody could notice that she hovered instead of walked, or that the birds talked to her...and that she could talk back. Attention was not something you wanted when you were the daughter of an angel and a witch. Even at Hogwarts she preferred to not get any attention, she remained invisible, even after Albus had removed the spell her mother had placed on her the day her parents had disappeared.
Slumping on to the bed, she leaned against the ancient wooden post of her bed, comforted by the smooth softness of the oak, worn down by age. Closing her eyes she let what little memories she had of that time flood through her mind.
All she could remember about her parents were two warm, smiling faces; she remembered two hands that held hers tightly, the warm hugs that smelt of roses and feathers. She remembered how she felt that night when there was so much fear and shouting. All she could remember of that night was her mother hugging her and telling her;
"Stay invisible Celeste, stay safe"
Someone had found her, curled up in the middle of a room full of blood and feathers. The man had carried her to the Orphanage and disappeared, yet another mystery in her life. Eight years old and her only companions were the birds, yet she never thought it a lonely life. A plain child with mousy brown hair, she easily blended into the background. No one ever looked at her, only ever through her...until the day when he arrived, letter in hand to whisk her away into the land of magic.
TITLE: The Girl Who No One Saw
PERPETRATOR: Sayuri Kaoru
SUE-O-METER:
(awful)
FULL NAME: Celeste
SPECIES: Witch/Part Angel
HAIR: "gentle ducky locks of chocolate brown, shot with deep luscious reds and shining golds, it fell to her ankles."
EYES: "deep blue sapphires that were full of warmth". They "show" her soul.
MARKINGS: "slim yet curved, her pale porcelain skin was glowing and flawless save for a few light smattering freckles that covered her cheeks and nose"
POSSESSIONS: "old fashioned lace nightgown"
ORIGIN: An orphan who was used to not being noticed. She enjoys going to Hogwarts, and at the age of 14 she transforms with her "angel heritage".
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Her parents were murdered - probably by Death Eaters. A mysterious man finds her and brings her to the orphanage. Dumbledore arrives at the orphanage to tell her to come with him, with no explanation. According to the summary a "strange attractive boy" will be able to see her.
SPECIAL ABILITIES Before her transformation she could hover instead of walk, and she could have conversations with animals.
NOTES: How do you think she came into existence? Also, don't you think that God would smote someone who hurt an angel?
SAMPLE:
The girl who no one saw stood in shock before the beautiful stranger who was standing opposite her. Her figure was slim yet curved, her pale porcelain skin was glowing and flawless save for a few light smattering freckles that covered her cheeks and nose. The stranger's perfect features we're framed with gentle ducky locks of chocolate brown, shot with deep luscious reds and shining golds, it fell to her ankles. And her eyes...those deep blue sapphires that were full of warmth. They were eyes that showed the very soul.
A silvery tear ran down the girl's face, the old fashioned lace nightgown rustling as she reached to touch the cold glass of her reflection.
It had happened. The day when her angel heritage appeared. She had always known that this day would come, but had pushed it to the back of her mind; dreading the day she would no longer be invisible. It had taken a while to get used to when she had first arrived at the orphanage but she later became grateful that nobody could notice that she hovered instead of walked, or that the birds talked to her...and that she could talk back. Attention was not something you wanted when you were the daughter of an angel and a witch. Even at Hogwarts she preferred to not get any attention, she remained invisible, even after Albus had removed the spell her mother had placed on her the day her parents had disappeared.
Slumping on to the bed, she leaned against the ancient wooden post of her bed, comforted by the smooth softness of the oak, worn down by age. Closing her eyes she let what little memories she had of that time flood through her mind.
All she could remember about her parents were two warm, smiling faces; she remembered two hands that held hers tightly, the warm hugs that smelt of roses and feathers. She remembered how she felt that night when there was so much fear and shouting. All she could remember of that night was her mother hugging her and telling her;
"Stay invisible Celeste, stay safe"
Someone had found her, curled up in the middle of a room full of blood and feathers. The man had carried her to the Orphanage and disappeared, yet another mystery in her life. Eight years old and her only companions were the birds, yet she never thought it a lonely life. A plain child with mousy brown hair, she easily blended into the background. No one ever looked at her, only ever through her...until the day when he arrived, letter in hand to whisk her away into the land of magic.