Post by Adalia Locke on Jul 10, 2009 13:09:04 GMT -5
Character History:
The raid on the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was terrible in the enormity of the actions taken and the actions that were not. However, it was neither the first nor the only raid led by the followers of Lord Voldemort—er, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Adalia Clarisse Locke was born to loving parents in San Francisco, California. Her mother was a witch from Cozumel, Mexico; her father, a surprisingly open-minded Muggle from Sacramento. Celeste Rosario worked the circuit in a law firm that dealt with matters both magical and not. No the side, she moonlighted at her sister’s coffee-and-tea shop around the corner from the firm, which catered to the interests of wizards and Muggles alike. Edward Locke, on the other hand, was employed as a physician with a rather prestigious hospital in Los Angeles, where he had moved just after his twenty-first birthday. Locke vacationed in Cozumel month, where he met the lovely, dark-haired witch, and promptly fell in love.
The courtship lasted for the weeks Edward spent in Mexico, and continued when the law firm transferred Celeste to the branch in Los Angeles. It ended in a spectacular proposal on New Years Eve. Flashy, but perfectly flawless. With special permission from the council seats in Los Angeles, where rules regarding matrimony and other matters in the Wizarding World were far different from those in London, the two were wed.
So Celeste Inez Rosario became Celeste Locke, proud yet humble wife of Edward Alexander Locke himself. In a whirlwind romance followed rather keenly by both the Muggle and latter Wizarding World alike, due to the professions of the two, Celeste gave birth to a healthy half-blood son Braeden Michael Locke. The boy was raised with the knowledge of both of his worlds, and learned and adapted quite easily. The dimpled, tousled curly haired boy was charming, and remained so when Celeste yet again gave birth to a beautiful child—this time, a girl. Adalia Clarisse Locke. So far, both children had the dark, loose curls of their mother, but received the bright blue eyes of Edward, which further endeared them to the public.
Several moons later, Celeste brought forth her third and final child: rosy-cheeked Emylee Gisela Locke. The rather happy family lived now in the suburbs of San Francisco, where they had been when Adalia was born. The three children were notoriously eccentric, but seemed to have no trouble making friends and playmates.
The year Adalia would turn ten, a horrendous event occurred: the first raid Adalia would witness. She could recall the exact date and time, as well as minor details the police and the Aurors may have deemed unnecessary, when asked later. It was March 25, 1994. Adalia and Emylee were playing in the front yard, the former wearing shorts and an adorable embellished top purchased by her mother, the latter donning a dress reminiscent of watermelon slices. Braeden was inside, playing some kind of obscure game he had received as a Christmas present. Then, when the sun was at its highest point in the sky, Death came.
No, not the Reaper, but servants of Lord Voldemort. Emylee had dropped her toy pony and stared, mesmerized by the flowing robes of the Death Eaters. That would become step one. Adalia, on the other hand, had shrieked soundlessly and dragged her baby sister inside.
The men had long, slender sticks of wood—wands, they were called—all pointed at Celeste, whose expression was one of angelic concern. “Filthy traitor,” they had spat at her.
“You don’t want my children or my husband,” Celeste had replied.
“Mama, no!” Adalia recalled crying desperately. Celeste had instructed Braeden, in a calm manner, to get the girls out of the home and to the neighbor’s condominium down the road. And try as he did, they were not quick enough to leave before the Death Eaters explained in detail just how filthy a traitor their mother was. Edward’s animated, half-crazed pleas and protests were not enough. In a flash of green light, the mighty Celeste Inez Rosario-Locke fell to the ground with a sickening thud. A trickle of blood slid from her parted lips to the floor. As quickly as they had come, the Death Eaters disappeared.
“After that, my father was a shell of his former self. Sure, he had saved us, but he had failed the love of his life. So we moved straight to London, where he practiced medicine. I missed the charm of San Francisco, but then again, the street where we had lived terrified me.”
The night before Adalia’s tenth birthday, a ‘gift’ arrived at their doorstep in London. A clown with a severed head. Attached was a Howler, but rather than shouting obscenities, it poured forth cold, menacing laughter. The Locke family moved again. Braeden escaped to Hogwarts, a place where he could learn about the magic that had claimed his mother and the magic that was good at heart. The year Adalia received her letter of acceptance, the Locke family returned to San Francisco once more to visit Edward’s parents, both of whom dearly loved the children. And that summer, Braeden, Adalia, and Emylee lost their beloved father. The man who doted upon his children and valued their education and overall betterment was murdered at home. Raid number two. The Killing Curse was far too merciful for a Muggle.
Celeste’s sister Esperanza flew (by plane) to retrieve the children and whisk them away to London once more, where she had moved when she left the shop in Mexico. For years, she cared for the three as if Celeste had personally demanded so—which she had not.
Braeden, Adalia, and Emylee loved Hogwarts much like they had loved their home. From oldest to youngest, they were sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Every summer, they would visit San Francisco, bringing stories and flowers to their parents’ graves. After the raid on Hogwarts, Emylee began her deadly flirtations with danger, ending ultimately in her decision to drop out in her Sixth Year and join the younger ranks of those who followed Lord Voldemort. Yes, she loved her sister and brother, but something in her mind was fascinated by the Dark Arts. The eldest remaining Rosario-Locke graduated and moved on in his life, doing various things. The youngest dove headfirst into the embrace of the Red-Masked Guards, who, oddly enough, welcomed the twisted half-breed.
“And that left me, the middle child, at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I’m not sure yet which path I will choose, because the human mind is a fickle thing, and the heart bends when it cannot take what it is given. But there’s something else I haven’t fully explained. When we moved to London, I met the boy who would become my best friend. And when he nearly died, I realized that I was still capable of love after all that has happened to me. Funny, eh?”[/blockquote]
»»A LITTLE INSIGHT[/color]
»»SCHOOLING[/color]
»»THE WAR[/color]
“I feel I have not been completely open and honest about my past. I have fudged details both minor and major. Perhaps if you are a psychiatrist, you will understand why. I leave that up to you.”
The raid on the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was terrible in the enormity of the actions taken and the actions that were not. However, it was neither the first nor the only raid led by the followers of Lord Voldemort—er, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Adalia Clarisse Locke was born to loving parents in San Francisco, California. Her mother was a witch from Cozumel, Mexico; her father, a surprisingly open-minded Muggle from Sacramento. Celeste Rosario worked the circuit in a law firm that dealt with matters both magical and not. No the side, she moonlighted at her sister’s coffee-and-tea shop around the corner from the firm, which catered to the interests of wizards and Muggles alike. Edward Locke, on the other hand, was employed as a physician with a rather prestigious hospital in Los Angeles, where he had moved just after his twenty-first birthday. Locke vacationed in Cozumel month, where he met the lovely, dark-haired witch, and promptly fell in love.
The courtship lasted for the weeks Edward spent in Mexico, and continued when the law firm transferred Celeste to the branch in Los Angeles. It ended in a spectacular proposal on New Years Eve. Flashy, but perfectly flawless. With special permission from the council seats in Los Angeles, where rules regarding matrimony and other matters in the Wizarding World were far different from those in London, the two were wed.
So Celeste Inez Rosario became Celeste Locke, proud yet humble wife of Edward Alexander Locke himself. In a whirlwind romance followed rather keenly by both the Muggle and latter Wizarding World alike, due to the professions of the two, Celeste gave birth to a healthy half-blood son Braeden Michael Locke. The boy was raised with the knowledge of both of his worlds, and learned and adapted quite easily. The dimpled, tousled curly haired boy was charming, and remained so when Celeste yet again gave birth to a beautiful child—this time, a girl. Adalia Clarisse Locke. So far, both children had the dark, loose curls of their mother, but received the bright blue eyes of Edward, which further endeared them to the public.
Several moons later, Celeste brought forth her third and final child: rosy-cheeked Emylee Gisela Locke. The rather happy family lived now in the suburbs of San Francisco, where they had been when Adalia was born. The three children were notoriously eccentric, but seemed to have no trouble making friends and playmates.
The year Adalia would turn ten, a horrendous event occurred: the first raid Adalia would witness. She could recall the exact date and time, as well as minor details the police and the Aurors may have deemed unnecessary, when asked later. It was March 25, 1994. Adalia and Emylee were playing in the front yard, the former wearing shorts and an adorable embellished top purchased by her mother, the latter donning a dress reminiscent of watermelon slices. Braeden was inside, playing some kind of obscure game he had received as a Christmas present. Then, when the sun was at its highest point in the sky, Death came.
No, not the Reaper, but servants of Lord Voldemort. Emylee had dropped her toy pony and stared, mesmerized by the flowing robes of the Death Eaters. That would become step one. Adalia, on the other hand, had shrieked soundlessly and dragged her baby sister inside.
The men had long, slender sticks of wood—wands, they were called—all pointed at Celeste, whose expression was one of angelic concern. “Filthy traitor,” they had spat at her.
“You don’t want my children or my husband,” Celeste had replied.
“Mama, no!” Adalia recalled crying desperately. Celeste had instructed Braeden, in a calm manner, to get the girls out of the home and to the neighbor’s condominium down the road. And try as he did, they were not quick enough to leave before the Death Eaters explained in detail just how filthy a traitor their mother was. Edward’s animated, half-crazed pleas and protests were not enough. In a flash of green light, the mighty Celeste Inez Rosario-Locke fell to the ground with a sickening thud. A trickle of blood slid from her parted lips to the floor. As quickly as they had come, the Death Eaters disappeared.
“After that, my father was a shell of his former self. Sure, he had saved us, but he had failed the love of his life. So we moved straight to London, where he practiced medicine. I missed the charm of San Francisco, but then again, the street where we had lived terrified me.”
The night before Adalia’s tenth birthday, a ‘gift’ arrived at their doorstep in London. A clown with a severed head. Attached was a Howler, but rather than shouting obscenities, it poured forth cold, menacing laughter. The Locke family moved again. Braeden escaped to Hogwarts, a place where he could learn about the magic that had claimed his mother and the magic that was good at heart. The year Adalia received her letter of acceptance, the Locke family returned to San Francisco once more to visit Edward’s parents, both of whom dearly loved the children. And that summer, Braeden, Adalia, and Emylee lost their beloved father. The man who doted upon his children and valued their education and overall betterment was murdered at home. Raid number two. The Killing Curse was far too merciful for a Muggle.
Celeste’s sister Esperanza flew (by plane) to retrieve the children and whisk them away to London once more, where she had moved when she left the shop in Mexico. For years, she cared for the three as if Celeste had personally demanded so—which she had not.
Braeden, Adalia, and Emylee loved Hogwarts much like they had loved their home. From oldest to youngest, they were sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Every summer, they would visit San Francisco, bringing stories and flowers to their parents’ graves. After the raid on Hogwarts, Emylee began her deadly flirtations with danger, ending ultimately in her decision to drop out in her Sixth Year and join the younger ranks of those who followed Lord Voldemort. Yes, she loved her sister and brother, but something in her mind was fascinated by the Dark Arts. The eldest remaining Rosario-Locke graduated and moved on in his life, doing various things. The youngest dove headfirst into the embrace of the Red-Masked Guards, who, oddly enough, welcomed the twisted half-breed.
“And that left me, the middle child, at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I’m not sure yet which path I will choose, because the human mind is a fickle thing, and the heart bends when it cannot take what it is given. But there’s something else I haven’t fully explained. When we moved to London, I met the boy who would become my best friend. And when he nearly died, I realized that I was still capable of love after all that has happened to me. Funny, eh?”[/blockquote]
»»A LITTLE INSIGHT[/color]
Likes:
- Making people laugh, regardless of the situation
- Laughing, of course
- Hexing People (a little irony there)
- Animals
- Photography, Music, and Random dancing
- Singing spontaneously—it bothers people
- Hugs—except from those creepers out there
- Chocolate
- Challenges
- Pineapples and strawberries
- Rain
- Flying
- Horror movies
Dislikes:
- Awkward silences
- Brussel Sprouts
- Colossal spiders
- Boredom
- Stupidity, to an extent
- Hypocrites (“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I’m not perfect—and I don’t live to be. But before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.”)
- Sappy movies
- Going slow—Heading for the German autobahn is one of the best pastimes, although that may have changed now
Fears:
- Losing people, but that has changed now. Even though it hurts, Lord Voldemort and the war has changed the outlook on life.
- Dying alone.
- Clowns—hey, everyone is allowed to have a weird fear
- Helplessness—the feeling of knowing what is going to happen and having either no say in the matter or no power to change or save things kills Adalia on the inside. Helplessness is perhaps her greatest fear, although she has mastered hiding it.
Goals:
- Living life to the fullest—it doesn’t really matter to Adalia what she does once she leaves Hogwarts, as long as it involves making changes in the world, regardless of how small they are.
- Finishing her education. Although she loathes homework, essays, and the like, Adalia knows she has to learn or she will never amount to anything. That doesn’t mean she won’t complain.
- To see the Air Guitar World Championship at least once. It sounds weird, but would be epic.
- Perhaps to start a family. Adalia was never quite sure why the little tykes took to her like kittens to a fluorescent ball of yarn, but they have. It would be nice to have things settle down enough for her to meet someone that loved her for what lay within her rather than her legacy. Yeah. A family would be quite nice.
- To pass. Not just in education, but in pretty much anything. It has never been easy, but then again, this is a war.
Skills:
- Organization.
- Understanding.
- Pick up. No, she does not specialize in picking up people, so to speak. But when anyone teaches her a new charm, incantation, or even song, she can usually pick it up at a relatively quick pace.
- Adalia can usually tell when someone is lying. Having grown up around lies for so long, she managed to pick up many of the signs that are associated with lies, but this talent is strictly observational. It’s not magic. It’s a thing called honesty.
Quirks:
Tapping her fingers. Regardless of whether or not it has a beat, Adalia never stops tapping. It isn’t so much fidgeting as it is something to do. However, it doesn’t get to the point where it annoys people . . . too much. Talking in complete silence, and laughing in serious moments. Playing with her hair—not so much like the girls who do it absentmindedly while flirting—just absentmindedly.
BOGGART
This really depends on when and where the boggart would catch her off guard. But in most situations, it was take on the form of a clown with a severed head. It is pretty self-explanatory: Adalia despises clowns of all kinds and the Death Eaters sent her one as a birthday present after killing her mother. Simple enough. Now, if she could cast a perfectly functional Riddikulus spell, the headless clown would morph into the old lady that used to live down the street from the Rosario-Locke family, the one that always made Adalia laugh, what with her violet-white hair and her multiple cats. Or maybe it would become an overly plump, small breed of bird. Those tend to crack her up quite nicely.
PATRONUS
Giraffe. Well, yes, this might seem strange, but everything in the world of Hogwarts is necessarily odd. Giraffes are eccentric and foreign to most, save for those living with them or those that have visited a zoo in their lives, but are also extremely vicious when provoked. No, Adalia was not joking when she casted her first patronus charm. Giraffes, like innocent bunnies, are VERY intimidating animals when faced with an enemy.
ERISED
She’s never had the chance to take a peek, but Adalia would most likely see her family together, all sober, and her best friend in perfect condition. Oh, and maybe a mob taking out a crowd of clowns hired by the Death Eaters would be nice.
Personality:
This girl is rather clever and resourceful, though somehow soft-spoken. However, when provoked, her silver tongue shows itself, defending her (and any companion willing to befriend such a quiet girl) without failure. A camera and a guitar were practically welded into her hands from birth, thus sheltering a talent for capturing moments and lifting her own spirit with song. Adalia is kind hearted, but usually only towards animals. Trust of people has diminished with time, but once she deems a person worthy, she lifts them to a pedestal they may or may not deserve and would unswervingly devote her life to keeping them…well, alive. She also has trouble, ironically, with avoiding conversations with random people.
»»SCHOOLING[/color]
Year: Seventh
Preferred House: Ravenclaw
Classes:
Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Divination…
WAND
Rowan, 12 Inch, Phoenix Feather
BROOMSTICK
Comet Two-Sixty. Adalia won it in a bet with a friend back in Montreal during one of many vacations designed to take her mind off of the war. Now, she takes care of it, but won’t let herself try out for Quidditch ever again.
OTHER MAGICAL DEVICES
Icarus is cloaked in smooth, nearly solid gray fur like the stuff of shadows and dreams. He was a birthday gift from a stranger, and as odd as that may sound (or as common, for some), he became a great companion. Mice are fun to play with, but Icarus usually leaves them to live. As a cat, he is intelligent and clever, but still cuddly and gorgeous.
»»THE WAR[/color]
Affiliation:[/color]
Most likely the Order of the Phoenix, as long as their interests still mirror her own. That would be the only prerequisite for support, shouldn’t it?
Why:
Wars were not always her strongest point, but when the time came, she would choose to stand with the side whose interests were similar at heart to hers. For the time being, the Order of the Phoenix appeared to be the perfect affiliation, for the Ministry is so consumed by petty needs that they are easily corrupted. Neutrality for Adalia is her best policy though, and is one she intends to stand by until the war reaches its peak, until she is needed. After all, she is only a teenager.
