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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2018 17:55:00 GMT -7
hello there, my name is delilah smith but you can call me delly, lilah, dee. i'm a student and 16 so that makes me a sixth year at Hogwarts. You could say I'm hard-working, patient, loyal but I personally think that I am observant, self-serving and duplicitous. People say I look a lot like eliza scanlen, but I don't really see it...
delilah miranda smith
delly, lilah, dee
date of birth:
1st of january 2008gender & pronouns:
wherever the wind takes her, most likely bi.schooling:
ilvermorny - horned serpentoccupation:
hogwarts - hufflepuff
she'd like to be a performer, ballet, acting. or simply marry rich. whatever serves her best. both in an ideal world
10 1/2", hemlock, veela hair
delilah looks much like her playby. She has soft honey blonde hair, fair skin and a heart shaped face, with hazel eyes and a starburst birthmark on her left shoulder blade. she stands at around 5'3" but can appear taller and smaller depending on her posture. preferring an appearance of pristine style, delilah can quickly become agitated by any mess or deviation from her own version of perfection.
- being proven wrong
- told what to do (bar her mother)
delilah wishes to be adored. she doesn't much care about reciprocating, but deeply desires to be liked. especially when it comes to making her mother proud. it does not matter whether she is liked for who she really is, she has long since given up that ghost.
salt water, peppermint and a rose perfume.
delilah fears exposure. she does not like the idea of being disliked for who she really is. or failing in the tasks set by her mother. but most of all, she fears crippling insignificance.
With her sweet southern drawl, and pristine white smile, Delilah is the picture of innocence and beauty. Or so Hela would have you think. She is a girl who has been molded from the moment she was born. Her existence was planned down to the letter, and as long as the money lasted so did Hela’s affections for her daughter. Delilah is none the wiser to the cold way her mother looks at her. She is quite naive when it comes to the love of her mother, and the lies she has been fed. However, she is deeply suspicious of the outside world. Having been taught how to observe human nature, and pick apart a person’s many faces, Delilah is very good at finding weaknesses.
To the naked eye, there is nobody sweeter. She comes across a dumb, and flaky. But, with a golden heart and an airy laugh. This is a face she has perfected over time with guidance from her mother. She knows very well how to blend in, like a chameleon, you would be hard pressed to pick her out from a crowd most times, despite the fact that she possesses the allure of a Veela. And while she doesn’t often look like she is listening, this is not the case.
Those who Delilah chooses to show her true face beware. She only shows her teeth before she attacks, and only when it is guaranteed that the masses will never know. Her unassuming persona is so well adapted that she almost fully believes it. But, there is a nastiness to her, something black and fathomless under her skin. A coldness that she has inherited from her mother, along with a consuming temper and her vanity. Delilah very much believes in her own greatness. She is beautiful and smart, and has fooled so many people in to believing her surface level. All who delve deeper beware, you may perish with the rest.
Her weakness lies in her inability to lose. She is deathly afraid of disappointing her mother. Of failing to dig the knife where she has been instructed to stab it. Delilah has been told to only press guilt on her half sibling, to make the world feel bad for her as Hela reaps the benefits from her published ‘memoirs’. But, Delilah struggles to admit fault. She does not understand why she was left behind, and for whom. Whether she explodes, or implodes depends entirely on how she handles the truth. As with the exposure of her father, almost guarantees the weakness of her mother’s history of tall tales. Delilah is the only other person in the world who knows both sides.
hela duvall, 38, author/gold-digger, veela
zacharias smith, retired professional quidditch player
half-sibling - cordelia regan smith, 17, student
none, though she communicates with her mother via the family barn owl.
According to Hela Duvall, a born weaver of fables, her romance with Zacharias Smith was a bound tragedy. She had met him on an away Quidditch game in the heat of an Austin summer. She had been at her boldest, her most magnificent, a mirage of ethereal beauty. Or, so she said he told her daughter. Their courtship was swift and inevitable and when it ended Zacharias was devastated at his inability to stay. He was bound by contractual marriage to a horrendous woman and she had stolen his blood to boot, already pregnant and ready to pop. In reality, it was a breathless meeting of strategic advantage, Hela had sought out the highest paid player and used her instinctual charms to draw him in to bed. It did not matter that he was married, and she knew nothing of his wife beyond the few short passages found in magazines. Hela was not looking for a soulmate, she was looking for the deepest pocket in a sea of professional men. The pregnancy was planned, but only by one of them. Hela had a child for money, and it showed in her affections.
After a short and easy pregnancy, Delilah was born at home and for all intents and purposes she did not exist. That was the deal that Hela made with her father. Her existence stayed a secret as long as he paid for his mistake. They lived comfortably in a large colonial home in Tennessee, where Hela never worked other than polishing Delilah up for an eventual display. Delilah was taught the importance of manners, posture, deceit and survival. Back straight, utensils from the outside in, how to perfectly snare a jack rabbit and fire a rifle. While she preened and primped her prized daughter, it was a very cold attentiveness. In her early days Delilah had no life outside of her mother. Hela was the center of her Universe and she would have thrown herself on the fire for the woman. If only to avoid her explosive temper.
However, when Delilah came of age and learned she would be attending Ilvermorny, it came as an extreme shock. She had had little to no contact with the wizarding world outside of her mother’s broad strokes. But Hela stressed that it was important to gain connections. That it was time for Delilah to stretch her wings and show the world how wonderful she was. She was placed with the Horned Serpents, which she did not appreciate to begin with. Especially after years of carefully cultivating an appearance of delicate innocence and luxury. Though she still upheld this as she muscled her way in with the meanest of her fellow students. She’d been taught to seek out strengths and hide within them. How to make people feel strong just moments before you cut them down. She did quite well at Ilvermorny, never shining too bright but carefully building herself up away from the public eye. Just as her mother would have liked it. And every summer and holiday, she returned from school and handed over a perfectly detailed stack of leather bound diaries. Every moment of her life away from Hela accounted for, waiting her mother to read and pick apart. Awaiting criticisms.
When Ilvermorny was destroyed the summer before Delilah’s sixth year, she did not weep. It was not a place that she particularly missed. Nor were the people inside it. Her mother began considering home-schooling her, despite the fact that she did not have the patience or the know-how. And then the money stopped. Zacharias Smith had been funding the girl’s lifestyles for all of Delilah’s existence. They had lived comfortably and without worry. Or, so Delilah had thought. As the years had gone by Hela had found that in time the pot began to run dry. Zacharias began insisting that Delilah was now old enough to fend for herself, he was retired and divorced. That he had paid through the teeth for his mistakes. Hela knew though that this was not the case. His money was running out and he was running out of ideas with it. Hela was not about to sink with him. She had always had a Plan B ready and waiting to go.
Hela and Delilah moved across the ocean, not for Delilah’s esteemed invite to join Hogwarts. Or for the comfort of a country determined to take down new terrorists. No, Hela met with Rita Skeeter just a few short weeks in to their stay in England. Delilah hated it, they were staying in a very small apartment that smelled of mildew and house-elf. Her mother promised them that it would not be long before they lived in luxury once again, and Delilah believed her as she always did. She began researching her supposed ‘sister’. Obsessed with the girl who was wanted and loved by their father. It was a summer filled with building resentments.
Delilah attended Hogwarts with the rest of the Ilvermorny transfers, where she begged the ugly, wrinkled sorting hat to place her in Hufflepuff. She donned her sweetest, most desperate persona and pleaded with the cursed fabric until it relented. Hufflepuff she went. Though the truth of Delilah’s beginning was yet to leak, and she was forced to watch from afar. She found her sibling… lacking. A stuttering, blubbering mess. Delilah couldn’t fathom why her father had chosen Cordelia over her. It simply didn’t make sense.
When the story of Hela’s unfortunate courtship leaked, Delilah was still attending Hogwarts. She had always went by the surname ‘Smith’, as it had been her mother’s insistence - despite the fact that she did not wear the last name herself. However, it held a whole other meaning the moment that paper was published. Delilah Miranda Smith was not just another pretty, blonde girl. She was Cordelia’s sister, and when the world finally knew, she could do whatever she wished with that information. There was power in knowledge, and nobody knew that more than Delilah.
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Delilah cares very little about the problems of the world. She is far too consumed by her own problems. Like how to stomach a weak sister, and an even weaker father. Or, who among her fellow peers was the strongest and easiest to manipulate. When Ilvermorny was destroyed, she cared very little. She cried more about losing her precious, luxurious home than she did about the muggle-borns killed in england. Nor the disappearance of Harry Potter, not even when he was declared dead. Nothing matters more to Delilah than herself, and her own survival. She'll go where power leads her.
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