Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 15:23:30 GMT -7
hello there, my name is tia finch. i'm 19 so that makes me an alumni of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where resided in Ravenclaw. You could say I'm intelligent, witty and creative but I personally think that I am stubborn, pedantic and a little hot-headed. People say I look a lot like nina dobrev, but I don't really see it...
tia yvette finch
pronunciation:
tee-ah, or 'tee' if you happen to be her mother, or sister. and once upon a time, her brother too.
nickname:
'tee' is a family nickname, but tia hasn't taken kindly to being called tee since her brother passed.
age:
19
date of birth:
june 6th, 2005
gender & pronouns:
she, her
blood status:
muggleborn
sexuality:
bi
schooling:
hogwarts, ravenclawoccupation:
trainee mediwizard at st. mungo's
wand:
hornbeam wood with a unicorn hair core, 14 ½"
playby:
nina dobrev
appearance:
much like her identical twin sister, tia is 5'6" tall, with a slender figure. although not particularly athletic, as her sister once was, she has maintained a relatively similar outline throughout the years. with her shared light olive complexion, almond-shaped brown eyes and long dark hair, at first glance tia is her sister's mirror image. however, while at first glance tia's appearance is not her own, there are differences if one looks closely. often found with a soft crease between her brows, tia is not the sunniest of individuals. she is often found frowning, especially while in thought. her few muggle friends have lovingly informed her once or twice that she suffers from 'resting-b*tch face'. she has a very fair scar that cuts the very edge of her left eyebrow, of which she acquired as a child while rough-housing with her brother and sister. and right under the dip of her chin, as familiar as a freckle, is a small half-moon shaped birthmark. of which tia's mother took to using as a tool to tell the twin's apart - 'night and day, my girls.', she would say. other than that, tia can be seen in her horn-rimmed reading glasses, reading through a medical tome or a piece of fiction. she has no tattoo's, and a single piercing in each ear.
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personality
likes:
reading, music, people watching, eaves-dropping, helping others, learning, running, cats and anything mint flavoured.dislikes:
liars, lying, mistreatment, being wrong, the dark, small spaces, being pointed at, yelled at and the colour yellow.
erised:
she at one time wished to be a pianist, but has since developed her dream in to being a fully qualified mediwizard. but mostly, she just wants to feel safe and at home wherever she is.
amortentia:
crushed mint leaves, the smell of the air after a thunderstorm, and perhaps the slight tang of disinfectant?
boggart:
the dark and confined spaces. tia's ultimate fear is being stuck without light, unable to flee.
overall personality:
tia is many things. she is stubborn almost to her own detriment and rather stuck in her ways. something of a control freak and a perfectionist, she struggles to maintain her composure when she feels these things being taken from her. and she has always been like this, an obstinate know-it-all, her nose pointed up in the air, mouth puckered in a loathsome pout. she is quiet by nature, introverted to the point where she is often stuck in her own head. while others might think her cold, she is actually rather emotional, but privately.
tia fears being seen as weak, so she loses herself in books and knowledge. books will never betray you. you can read them and come back again and the text is still the same, unchanged by time and circumstance. change has played havoc with tia since she was a child, turning her on her head whenever she feels a lick of contentment.
tia has carried a good few of these rather childish tics in to adulthood. at least now, where she was once a 'know-it-all, she is now seen as 'intelligent' and 'dedicated' to her craft. her controlled perfectionism has translated in to 'great organisation skills and time-keeping'. as an introvert, she is again seen as 'eager to learn', but really that's just a way of saying she doesn't have much of a social life and spends a lot of time at st. mungo's.
tia avoids change, so where her sister has chosen a life of 'dangerous radicalism' - tia's exaggerated explanation. tia has instead opted for a life of quiet solitude. she lives close to work, and only ventures out of her comfort zone to visit her mother and father once a month. outside of that, she sends a stipend of her wage to them, somewhat removed but still sympathetic and concerned about her muggle family's home life. and beyond that, she tends to keep to herself. but, she isn't so much as 'shy', as most would assume.
working at st. mungo's, tia tends to others frequently and she has a relatively pleasant bedside manner, if disaffected at times. witty and sarcastic, she's not a terrible person to have around. but, with the state the world these dark days, tia simply finds herself mistrusting. afraid. and it can easily translate in to a standoffish and unmoved demeanour. her twin sister can attest to that.
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personal history
mother:
penelope ritchie-finch, 47, muggle, lawyer
father:
ronan finch, 50, muggle, doctor/former marine (honourably discharged)
siblings:
ronan finch jr., deceased, muggle, was in the military (killed in combat)
tamara finch, 19, witch, daily prophet intern (twin)
pets:
dapper, tuxedo cat
history:
In a perfect world, the scene transpires like so; as a new day dawns over Paris, June 2005, sunlight fractures through the Eiffel Tower as it rises, and Penelope Finch gives birth to a baby girl. Purple, crying, but healthy. She arrives seven minutes before her twin sister, and they name her Tia. She is a sour looking baby, limbs wound tight, of which only release to snap out in a stretch that thumps her twin sibling every time and without apology. An aim she has seemingly perfected since the womb.
The Finches are a humble muggle family of astute standing, with a slightly older son already filling a spot in their family portrait. The arrival of Tia and her sister, Tamara, is welcome; a blessing. They are a perfect family unit, happy and established. Penelope is a lawyer, her husband Ronan a combat medic for the Marine’s. For all intents and purposes they are perfectly normal. Until of course, tragedy strikes, random and heartless.
Tia was only five years old when her father had his ‘accident’. She was unable to process the severity of it, but was none the less, acutely aware of the change that racked the family following the events. Her daddy lost his foot, her mama told her. He stepped in the wrong place at the wrong time trying to help a fellow Marine, and in doing so was hurt very badly. ‘Lucky’, was how they put it. ‘A miracle’, because Ronan Snr. only lost his foot, fellow Marine’s had lost their lives for less. But, at just five years old, Tia didn’t see it that way. She simply saw her daddy in a hospital bed, grey around the gills and suffering. It is her first taste of the trials of war, and she finds it very difficult to swallow. In fact, for quite some time afterward, Tia would watch her daddy. Keen to be in the same room as him at all times, and whenever he left the house she would find herself clinging to him, warning him firmly to ‘watch where you walk’. Tia didn’t really understand what ‘wrong place, wrong time’ meant then, but it lingered with her all the same.
Following Ronan’s trauma, the Finches were forced to readjust. Having been honourably discharged from the Marine’s after losing his foot, Ronan Snr. was at home more than he’d ever been before. He was disabled and while he coped, it was soon decided that for the better of all, the Finches would ultimately move back to London, where Ronan Snr.’s sister resided. Better to be around family at such a time. And there the Finches truly settled.
However, this would not be the only shock for the Finch family. Alas, many years passed in the wake of her father’s loss, and without incident. But, as they prepared themselves for the next milestone in their lives, a letter changed their outlook for good. At just 11, Tia and her sister Tamara opened their admissions letters for Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their brother, some years older, hadn’t received anything of the sort so the knowledge was new for the Finches, a foreign concept. A joke perhaps? But no, the girls truly were an extraordinary pair. Much to the chagrin of their perfectly ordinary older brother. Penelope and Ronan Snr. beamed at the prospect, their daughter’s, special. Penelope claimed she ‘always knew’, an exaggeration at best, but pride radiated from her as she saw off her two daughters to their first year at the prestigious and selective school, shrouded in secrecy and wonder.
That first day at Hogwart’s was something Tia is yet to forget to this very day. The school a Gothic and unforgettable masterpiece, the boats bobbing so much she almost puked on her brand new, polished mary-janes. She remembers it all quite vividly, it enchanted her, gripped her and enlivened her soul. Almost arrogant that she got to learn here, and learn she did. Sitting on that stool before a horde of wide-eyed pupils, Tia was sorted RAVENCLAW, without a second thought. And she settled quite nicely, despite the fact that it separated her from her twin sister, of whom she’d spent the majority of her life attached at the hip. It was a different path altogether, Tia had always loved to learn. She’d sat patiently and passionately through piano lesson’s where her sister was less inclined. Read books as if they were a commodity. Each class was a wonder, and Tia truly felt special for just being able to be there. Her first year flew by, and Tia was almost disappointed to be packed off home for the summer. She had never in her life been happier to learn.
That summer however, a shroud soon fell across Tia as upon their return, their mother informed them of something rather stumbling. Their older brother, having completed the necessary studies to leave school, had decided to embark upon a career in the Marine’s, just as their father had. Tia was ripped back to that awful summer six years before. Her dad, almost as pale as his hospital sheets, a very telling sag at the bottom of his blanket where one foot remained and the other gone. Tia had always been a reserved, but opinionated child when asked. She lashed out quite viciously, acting out all summer long as the absence of her brother grew like a black hole in the room. It got so bad that, as the new school year loomed, Penelope considered stopping Tia from returning to Hogwart’s. ‘Therapy, maybe?’. The Finches were a logical and understanding family, Penelope saw her daughter struggling and had an inkling of why. But, as soon as the idea was broached, Tia immediately began to quieten down. She couldn’t fathom a worse fate, seeing her sister return to that extraordinary school and leave her behind, where normality reigned like an unforgiving God. Tia was afraid for her brother, had nightmares about the possibilities that might befall him out on foreign lands. But, rather than acting on these symptoms as she had been doing, she began smothering them. Better to be gone, to be at Hogwart’s where the muggle world was almost a dull dream.
As the years ticked by, Tia’s entire world revolved around her schooling. She would hunker down in the large library, spending her free time pouring over tomes of strange non-fiction. She excelled in her classes, but remained a quiet addition, almost unnoticed. An academic ghost. For, where Tamara was the epitome of a social butterfly, Tia preferred her own company. She had a few friends, but rarely outside of her common room. Socialising with those that where in her immediate area. Some might recall her as a shadow of her sister’s radiant glow. ‘Oh yeah… Tia… Tamara’s sister, right?’. To most students - and some professors - that was her identifier. Tamara was smart and athletic, popular to the point where it irritated Tia. She harboured a quiet resentment for her sister’s ease in finding friends. In finding her place with an effortless ease. So much so that as they rotated through their school years, the most they would see of each other was in those long, sweltering summers in London. Though still close in many ways, Tia reasoned that their distance was due to their individuality. She was her own person, as was Tamara. That didn’t stop her from feeling that most of the time, people preferred Tamara.
These petty and insecure musings were a big part of Tia’s development, but they did not rule her identity entirely. She was a respected member of her club, a dedicated house member of Ravenclaw and to many, an asset and maybe a friend in the loosest terms. Although, she never did work well in group projects, she had a way of needing to assume complete control. In fact, Tia was appointed Prefect in her sixth and seventh year. However, before that, in her fourth year news would arrive that would turn the Finches lives upside down. Their brother, Ronan Jnr., had died in combat. Blown apart as he threw himself in harms way to protect his fellow platoon members. Tia almost didn’t believe it, still in school she had been worried about her electives, about the looming trip to Hogsmeade, not Ronan Jnr.. No, at Hogwart’s, Tia could almost forget about her brother and his career choices. At home she was forced to remember, her mother spoke of him constantly. But, Tia could go almost an entire year without seeing her brother at all. The longest had been 19 months, almost two entire years. Boarding at school, and his own shipping. So, to hear that he was gone. It confirmed every irrational fear and anxiety that Tia had ever had. She didn’t speak for two whole days.
In fact, following the tragedy, Tia didn’t say much at all. She grew so quiet and introspective that her parents expressed concerns. She could see it in their eyes, especially when Tia watched her sister unwrap her gift - a locket. Tia had long refused to speak to her brother following his decision to join the Marine’s and it became something of a tension between the siblings. When they did speak, Tia called him a fool, ‘suicidal’, war hungry. She often had long debates with him the few times they happened to be home at the same time, peevish and cruel as she snapped. Her brother biting and defending his decision. So, their relationship was tumultuous. Tamara and Ronan were closer, he often bought her silly trinkets from far off lands. The locket was the last, but it represented something Tia hadn’t realised she’d been missing. That connection, one she had now lost forever. No chance of ever mending bridges or apologising or even explaining. Her fears always had a way of manifesting as anger. And Tia was anything if not predictable, that grief projected towards Tamara. A great and feral thing. They had never been more distant.
Tia returned to school one less brother, and perhaps sans a sister too. The twins, having lived on different social stratosphere’s throughout their school lives, had still been close in a private way. They still had their secret jokes. And Tamara was truly the only person who could make Tia laugh so hard she felt her insides convulse. But, after losing their brother, seeing her sister in that god awful necklace day in and out, Tia pulled away so viciously that it was sure to leave a scar. She dealt with grief alone, and that left no room for Tamara. She pushed her sister away and soon the most conversation they would have would be over a dinner table during summer.
Appointed prefect of her house her sixth and seventh year, Tia continued her studies at Hogwart’s with abundance. It was the only place Tia felt completely safe. With its tall walls and immense innards and protections, nothing and no one could get her in there. She could learn and thrive, and in many ways, she could hide. She immersed herself in her final years. But that security would be ripped from under her her seventh year.
Tia saw it in her sister first. The change. Even at odds, Tia knew her sister like no other. She didn’t so much as feel the shift as saw it. In her sister’s eyes as she mooned over a boy who spoke so loud the whole Great Hall could hear him. ‘Big Idea Boy’, Tia thought of him as. And when the first death befell a student in their very walls, Tia felt the first quake and her feet began to itch. Tamara had never been much of a political wonder, but she had the charm of any leader. And her new boyfriend, Ethan, only seemed to feed that brand new face of hers. Tia hated it, she called her sister a fool. Even as she drifted in exhaustion in the library at night, afraid of her own common room as one and then two muggle born Ravenclaws were murdered. Tia wouldn’t hear a thing of it, the gossip only fueled her nightmares. Phoenix Rising, it all sounded like hogwash to her. But, it didn’t surprise her when she saw her sister become a covert member. In fact, Tia expected it.
Distancing herself from the news, and the revolutions it was spawning, meant Tia often went weeks without speaking to her sister at all. She disappeared inside of herself, constantly worried and looking over her shoulder. If she wasn’t so obsessively dedicated to Hogwart’s and her classes, she would have surely left entirely. Fleeing as she so wished to do. So, when Tamara’s beloved boyfriend was attacked, Tia didn’t see it coming. She had already warned her sister of the dangers that went hand-in-hand with war, but that didn’t mean that she was looking for it. Tia tried approaching her sister following the incident, to offer some form of comfort, but it quickly devolved in to a vicious argument. Tia, unable to keep her opinion’s to herself, told her sister just how foolish she found the entire endeavour and Tamara reacted in defense, calling Tia was a coward, naive. And maybe as much was true, but she reckoned she’d rather survive as both than die ‘brave’.
And soon enough, just as Tia had tactlessly warned her sister, Ethan died. Though Tia took no joy out of being right, as she was often prone to doing. She didn’t attend the service, nor did she flock to her sister in sympathy. Lately, just being in the same room seemed to breed a tension between the two that spelled imminent disaster. She let her sister grieve alone, penning a letter of condolence which she never did send.
Tia graduated from Hogwart’s with fantastic grades and kind words from all of her professors. She was a forgetful delight. Not particularly note-worthy, she figured, but happy with her results none the less. Upon graduating, Tia sought out and earned a place as a trainee Mediwizard at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. She continues her studies there to this very day. Although the decision was not one of which she took lightly. As the wizarding world falls back in to dark times Tia finds herself cowering from the reality of it. So much so, that she had considered leaving the world behind entirely in favour of a muggle career. But, leaving it all behind is something Tia was never strong enough to do. Instead she lives like a ghost. Halfway present in every aspect of her life.
However, at least at St. Mungo's, even afraid, Tia could feel useful. While she had never been the type to run headfirst in to battle, or stand up and speak her truth without fear of retribution, healing gave Tia a little peace of mind. Fickle as it was, she could take pride in her position without feeling in immediate danger. But, this was short lived because while the demand for wizards in healing fields was up, Tia was just in training less than month before all was up in arms. It began with the attack at King's Cross Station. Tia's first job out in the field and a brutal one at best. She can still remember the shake in her bones, the smell of smoke and soot heavy in the air. She had nightmares for week following it, steadying her hand as she attended to wounded witches and wizards. It was the first time Tia had ever been in the thick of anything, having stuck to the fringes for so long she didn't know how to function within. But, she also felt useful. While Tia had no intention of joining the revolution, perhaps by sticking it out at St. Mungo's, she could be helpful in a different way. And it definitely didn't have anything to do with how keenly she watched the faces of the injured, half expecting to see a reflection of her own face among the wounded.
Much to Tia's horror, the attack at King's Cross was just the beginning, as Tia continued training as a Mediwizard and trouble brewed heavy on the horizon, of which Tia chose to almost ignore. She instead saw her first taste of action in the field without panic, a stand in medic for the Tri-Wizard tournament. A barbaric display of sportsmanship as far as she was concerned, watching children dance with death for entertainment. And while, Tia expected that to be the most cruelty she would see for some time, still reeling from the King's Cross attack, not even she could be so lucky. She was not even a year in her position when the next attack occurred. Students from both Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, leaving after the Tri-Wizard tournament, falling victim unawares. Tia had hoped never to see such brutality again in her life, but all the same she found herself tending to the survivors. It was the last place Tia would have placed herself, but as she saw over the victims, she found she didn't wish to be anywhere else. Not even as the enemies reach drifts over the ocean to their fellows witches and wizards at Ilvermony, an attack nobody saw coming. Dark times edge along the horizon, and every day Tia leaves St. Mungo's and she pretends that tomorrow, tomorrow it will be washed away in a new dawn.
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alias
name:
chanel
age:
21
time zone:
GMT
reference:
rissy
other characters:
N/A