[hider=Elizabeth Birkenhead] [hr][hr] [center][img]https://67.media.tumblr.com/4971deef88ae970e10e0ee2454199825/tumblr_nid66e0fyn1st9m4no1_500.jpg[/img] [h1][color=violet]Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ Bɪʀᴋᴇɴʜᴇᴀᴅ[/color][/h1][sub]i'm weary all the time, the time so weary all the time [/sub] [hr][hr][/center] [color=violet][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color] Elizabeth Birkenhead [color=violet][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color] 14 [color=violet][b][u]Birthday[/u][/b][/color] January 22nd [color=violet][b][u]Sex[/u][/b][/color] Female [color=violet][b][u]Ethnicity[/u][/b][/color] Korean, Anglo-Saxon [color=violet][b][u]Nationality[/u][/b][/color] British [color=violet][b][u]Blood Status[/u][/b][/color] Half-Blood [sub]The Birkenhead family hails from the County Palatine of Chester, a region bordering northernmost Wales – a fact several centuries of wizards have taken claim to. Elizabeth is the third in the current crop of Birkenheads to attend Hogwarts, though her elder cousins have defiantly and bluntly told her that she is a “Birkenhead in Name Only” among other harsh comments that she is personally not very fond of. That said, her father has told her countless times that he’s proud of her and looks forward to what she’ll achieve at Hogwarts. [/sub] [hr] [color=violet][b][u]School Year[/u][/b][/color] Fourth Year [color=violet][b][u]Hogwarts House[/u][/b][/color] Ravenclaw [color=violet][b][u]Pet[/u][/b][/color] Mouse [sub]Elizabeth has a mischievous companion named Morgause, whom has caused trouble for others at times. It’s distinct hatred for cats is notorious to the point it goes out of its way “pranking” them (such as defecating in their food dish) to humorous affect. [/sub] [color=violet][b][u]Boggart[/u][/b][/color] Spiders [sub]—or particularly arachnids of the ‘black widow’ variety. Elizabeth’s fears materialize into a giant black widow that personifies her fear of danger and her personal connection to alchemy. It not only represents her fear of dangerous creatures, but the dangers of alchemy, and so much more. When charmed, wings sprout out of its back that it cannot control, sending it flying as every impact it makes is resounded with the sound of a sharp comical 'squeak'.[/sub] [color=violet][b][u]Wand[/u][/b] [/color] Willow, Unicorn Hair, 9¾”, Pliable [sub]“Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.”[/sub] [color=violet][b][u]Favourite Lesson[/u][/b][/color] Potions [sub]With a keen scientific mind, Elizabeth has taken well to alchemy whilst attending Hogwarts. She enjoys the process of potion-making so much that she takes to it in her spare time to an amount meeting excess. Elizabeth’s skill in alchemy might put her in the top rankings in her class, perhaps even beyond some of the upperclassmen.[/sub] [color=violet][b][u]Least Favourite Lesson[/u][/b][/color] Flying [sub]Next to dueling, Flying is most likely Elizabeth’s bane of existence. It isn’t that the intricacies of flying are difficult for her, but rather that the anxieties of flying make the experience absolutely unbearable. One of her classmates once asked her why this was the case to which she explained everything that could go wrong during flying and the penalties for falling from several kilometers in the sky. She’s not a fan.[/sub] [color=violet][b][u]Extracurricular Activities[/u][/b][/color] Magical Theory, and Ancient Studies [sub]Elizabeth’s book-smart and methodical nature does well in discussions and readings revolving around both Magical Theory and Ancient Studies (the study of Celtic druids and their ways is fascinating!). [/sub] [hr] [color=violet][b][u]Appearance[/u][/b][/color] Elizabeth descends from three primary ethnic groups, though it is clear that she takes more after her South Korean mother than her largely Euro-centric father given her long flowing black hair, light complexion, and soft features. In fact, Phineas Birkenhead once remarked that she looks exactly like her mother to the point it gives him nervous flushes of anxiety upon just seeing his daughter grow. However, as much as she is like her mother, she is not absentee from her paternal traits such as her height scaling at 5’6” (her mother was 5’2” as an adult) and her lighter eyes that express the same sadness and lucidity as her father as opposed to her mother’s robust unflinching natural expressiveness. Such as her personality, Elizabeth’s appearance is generally conservative rather than liberal. Her hair is neat whether it is long-flowing or strewn in a ponytail. [color=violet][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/color] Elizabeth is at the core, an introvert; quiet, constantly in thought, socially awkward, and ultimately prefers her books over socializing with groups of people in general. But Elizabeth isn’t elitist, self-absorbed, or pretentious in the slightest and generally actually does like people as evident by her shows of kindness and respect for pretty much every student in Hogwarts. Despite the shadow of the incidents that led into war when she was a child hanging over Hogwarts she prefers to look at things optimistically and goes by a philosophy that humanity as a whole is inherently good. This can seem naïve to her more cynical and outspoken classmates, but even the most condescending remark won’t change her disposition or beliefs. This trait, her conviction, is probably her strongest aspect of her personality and likely one of her most alluring. If Elizabeth is anything to go by it is clear that introverted and shy does not equate to weak and toothless. However, Elizabeth will not remain completely silent in the shadow of adversity; she’s opinionated, slightly sarcastic, logical, and pedantic. If she sees something as wrong she will kindly remark it and confront it with a passion that isn’t expected from Elizabeth’s bookish nature. However, if she does offend someone with her stances she will be sure to resort to apologetic accords as she hates it when she does react unkindly; sometimes she forgets herself and hates how her train of thought can become overzealous towards others. This is especially so when situations escalate into physical aggression, a form of expression that intimidates Elizabeth beyond anything else and in the face of it might freeze out of anxiety or fear. She’ll try to be an arbiter, but when that fails she is afraid of the violence that could come out reeling from an encounter. [color=violet][b][u]Backstory[/u][/b][/color] Elizabeth is the product of the love between a wizard by the name of Phineas Birkenhead and a muggle by the name of Sojung Hyeong. However, Elizabeth has little to no knowledge about her birth mother due to the fact that she was raised, for the most part, exclusively by her father with very rare occasions where he’d be willing to talk about Sojung for a period that was substantial. But given that connection that was mired in mystery Elizabeth has always had a quiet curiosity about her mother and what exactly happened to her. Beyond that her childhood pretty much was one that was formulaic by wizarding world terms; she was discovered to have the same gifts as her father and was admitted in the same fashion that he had been in his youth. Her attendance at Hogwarts was a testament to her personality with her studious, quiet, and kind nature resulting her assignment into the same house her father had been part of in his youth: Ravenclaw. The definition of Elizabeth and who she would become was generally echoed in sentiments in reference to her father, a fact that she grew to detest as she felt that she was more than the daughter of Phineas Birkenhead and an individual of all her own; she wanted to prove that, no matter how close she mirrored her father. However, such respect would be difficult given Phineas long stretch of accomplishments and no matter how much she excelled the comparison would be difficult to shake completely. [color=violet][b][u]Extra[/u][/b][/color] [hider=Writing Prompt][center][img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/2669566f76493ca6f87bc8a9330524f4/tumblr_nipwktis7b1scwgrjo9_250.gif[/img] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/e121682aba853c99e2beeea7a712dee9/tumblr_nipwktis7b1scwgrjo3_250.gif[/img] [img]http://78.media.tumblr.com/64d1eeba2fd97406626cd8458e01858f/tumblr_nipwktis7b1scwgrjo2_250.gif[/img] [hr][h1][color=violet]Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ Bɪʀᴋᴇɴʜᴇᴀᴅ[/color][/h1][/center][hr] [color=violet][i]This is just my luck, in’t?[/i] [/color] Elizabeth Birkenhead sighed as she made her way through the halls of Hogwarts, her mind utterly distracted to the point she wasn’t even paying attention where she was going. Somewhere between her studies and ensuring that Morgause stayed out of trouble – ala not becoming cat chow – Elizabeth had [i]misplaced[/i] something very dear to her and at the worst possible moment. Had she not been reminded that it was missing from her neck by an observant classmate, she would have likely not realized until morning and would have been in a much greater panic. Though, this was not to say she was calm at the moment, either. She had gone over her entire routine in the last twenty-four hours like a hawk over fourteen times, methodically looking over every corner and shadow for where she could’ve dropped her mother’s locket. Some might’ve called her crazy or obsessed. And while they were not incorrect in the latter category, Elizabeth had an attachment to that one memento that others really didn’t have. Elizabeth’s mother had died when she was relatively young, leaving her to be raised by her father by his lonesome. That locket was really the only thing she had to remember her by; she couldn’t bear to lose it. She couldn’t be able to sleep without it. Hell, she [i]wouldn’t.[/i] Suddenly, as if answering Elizabeth’s wants and desires, there was a door. A door that Elizabeth nearly passed. As she turned to face the door she raised a brown, mouth slightly open in bewilderment. The door wasn’t one she had entered in search of her lost locket nor was it a door that was [i]there[/i] in the first place. But here it was, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights. Could her locket be behind this door? [i]It had to be.[/i][/hider] [/hider]