Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 20:16:10 GMT -7
River Adelaide Morris
nickname: NAage:
26date of birth:
December 24th, 1996gender:
witchblood status:
Purebloodsexuality:
Straighthouse:
Hufflepuffoccupation:
OBLIVIATORwand:
Pixie Dust, elm, 10”playby:
Katy Perry
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personalitylikes:
Christ, High Heels, Letter Writing, Hard candies with soft centers, loyalty, heartfelt talks, pleasure, dreamsdislikes:
endings, goodbyes, harsh realities, pity, shame, cowardice, masochism, sadism, bad taste, scars, forgettingerised:
When she looks into the mirror, she sees herself and her lost love, Ian Hughes, hand in hand. Simple as that.amortentia:
Soft hair, lake water, bicycle tires, rubber burning and hot summer days.boggart:
Death, separation and losing her best memories.overall personality:
River is shy and spunky. She loves giving people the help they need if she can offer it and loves nothing more than her friends. At first she was too focused on her studies and obsessed with memory spells to really make any friends or have any fun, but that changed and she realized happiness and joy are the most important things in life.
River does her best to stay happy, especially out in public, but she can easily be found drifting her eyes off into space and losing focus in a conversation. She enjoys nothing more than a deep conversation with someone, especially if she can help them in some way by having that conversation.
Though she tries to be kind to everyone at first meeting, she is very careful not to disclose her own tormented past without a deeper relationship being formed. River isn't secretive, but she knows how to keep secrets when she deems it necessary. Her lack of immediate trust it what protects her, and her strong loyalty after it's earned can rarely be broken.
If found alone, or in a place where she meant to be alone, she can be quite the opposite of her kind and happy self. She often finds herself struggling with the ability she has to erase her own memories, to be rid of the torments of her past. This idea often overcomes her, and she locks her wand away, hoping to escape the temptation. When these episodes arise, she prefers to be by herself.
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personal history mother:
father:
Katherine Morris, 55, retired
Anderson Morris, 59, retiredsiblings:
_____ _____Morris, age 15, female. ______ _______ age 17, male.pets:
Black Cat named Kimmyhistory:
“I guess in a way I’ve always been good at memory spells. Ever since I was a little girl, my mother would ground me and forget a few moments later. That counts, right? It was easy, getting out of being grounded because I was the only child for twelve years before my brother came along. Those first twelve years were full of candy, new things and presents. Needless to say, I was spoiled. My parents, both working as wizard lawyers at the time, made it a point to make sure I had the most comfortable (an absurd) life possible. This life in a mansion full of riches and house elf servants, taught me to hate that life. My parents were unkind, cruel and abusive. My mother handled the more emotional and verbal side of the abuse, while my father attended to the physical and sadistic abuse. I won’t go into detail, but if asked I can clearly remember and explain every little bump, scar and bruise on my body. See, that’s the thing about me. I have a very good memory-almost too good.
That’s kind of why I got interested in obliviating. Wouldn’t be amazing if all those terrible memories could just be ripped away into oblivion? While I was at Hogwarts, I obsessed over it. My teachers called it a “noble but heartbreaking profession.” I never understood what they meant. Who wouldn’t want a job saving people, teaching them how to start anew by erasing their memories completely?
I wasn’t surprised when I was sorted in Hufflepuff house. I had always been patient with my parents and with my siblings, though they came after the sorting. Loyalty was not a problem; I know now I’d do anything for my baby brother if it came down to it. Even appose my parents. The hard-working part was also fitting, considering how hard I worked and poured myself into the idea of obliviation techniques and spells. Like I said, I was obsessed.
Only a few of my years at Hogwarts deserve a deep explanation. My second, being one of them. After my first year of working hard and rarely speaking to anyone, I started to realize that I lacked a social life. Over the summer I prepared myself to balance things better when I got back to school. Finally, September came and I prepared myself to befriend the other children near my age group. Our first class the first day of school was potions with the Gryffindors. As an attempt to befriend someone, I sat next to a Gryffindor boy with dark hair and intense blue eyes. His name was Ian Hughes.
Through the following months I made many friends, Ian and others as well. I found it was easy to talk to muggleborns who were indifferent to blood rather than my fellow purebloods who talked as if muggles were strange. Not all were like that, mind you, and I found myself being surrounded by other people who didn’t care either. I’d never really realized what good memories looked like and now that I was starting to, my obsession with memory erasing became less important. Though, it still sparked my interest.
Come fifth year we all became even closer, and started coupling off. I’ve never been one to really look at love as an important thing at that point in my life, but Ian made it hard to resist. He often pulled me aside to tell me secrets and rumors. He always enjoyed a scandal. He’d beg me to come watch his Quidditch matches and cheer when I entered a room. He was so full of fun, of life and of love that I fell for him quickly and harshly, as though I had suddenly stumbled into a Jane Austin novel, but with magic. We kissed that year, under the mistletoe. I know, it’s tacky and cliché, but he did it. That is just how he is; he likes to make everything like an old movie.
The next two years were a blur. Kissing behind the Quidditch stands, sneaking into the forest, snogging in a booth at The Three Broomsticks. All along while I learned more and more about obliviation, now starting to learn the difference between when it was beneficial and when it was not. Being older, I was starting to learn that erasing your past just for the sake of not having pain is a mistake, though it is still often tempting.
Did you know that the average soldier spends four to eight years in the army? That was one of the small facts I learned from Ian during our seventh year. He couldn’t wait to go. His father had served all his life, and his mother supported it one hundred percent. When they found out their only son was a wizard, they were excited, but still expected him to serve. Ian never acted as though they forced him though and he wanted to join of his own accord. He knew everything about the British Army. He grew up learning to respect and love it. I’ll be honest, I loved that about him. His passion.
As per tradition, for an excited army brat, he joined at age 18. He was a year older than me, so he graduated at the end of my sixth year. He still had a year to go before the army, but we were no longer at school together. We wrote letters for that year and he visited in Hogsmede occasionally. It was wonderful and sad, being apart. December came, and we spent some time together during Christmas break. We kissed under mistletoe again, he claims it was the same mistletoe from Hogwarts, and we did out goodbyes.
Come May, when I graduated, he left a week before. The letter writing continued and continued, and I started training to be a professional obliviator for the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. It seemed a noble cause to use my slight obsession and skill for that department, considering it was mostly saving the secrets of the wizarding world.
Ian often wrote that I should move on, and find someone else. He chose to stay for eight years, at least to start with. Eight years away from home with only a few visits in the middle. I tried to do what he said, I even dated a few people, but I struggled. I just wanted to be with him. That’s all I ever wanted from that moment fifth year, when he kissed me.
It was four years until I saw him again, and he only came back for one week. We didn’t waste any time that week, of course. We were in our early twenties, missing each other and madly in love. We spent the entire week in my flat in downtown London. I had move away from my parents the minute I turned seventeen, and have barely spoken to them since. But more importantly, I had somewhere to be alone with Ian.
Three more years of writing, and that’s when the letter came. It was so formal so... cold. We are grieved to inform you that Sgt. Ian Thomas Morris, 3495960, is missing in action and presumed to be dea-. I stopped reading after that. I stopped thinking after that. I stopped breathing after that.
Two years later. I still work as an obliviator. I look in the mirror every morning and tell myself not to erase it. My parents, my memories...him."
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alias name: Suzieage:
23time zone:
Mountainreference:
I'm obsessed wich you guysother characters:
Tess, Ginny, Cori, Ethan, Constance, Isis
