Post by Xaviera Charon on Oct 29, 2011 19:28:57 GMT
WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE
I THINK YOU’RE GONNA LIKE IT. I THINK YOU’RE GONNA FEEL YOU BELONG.
Full Name: Xaviera Grace Charon
Nickname(s): Xavia, Xavi, Xee, Via, Xi
Age: 17
``Birthday: August 9th, 1960
Blood Status: Pureblood
Wand: Hornbeam, Dragon Heartstring, 9 3/4"
Broom: Comet 240
House: Ravenclaw
Year: Seventh
Ancestry:
Pureblood| Half-Blood | Muggle | deceased | unknown
Father:
Mother:
Paternal Grandfather:
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Maternal Grandmother:
Paternal Aunt: Julianie Harker (née) Charon; 39. Slytherin Alumni
~Paternal Uncle [by marriage]: Matthias Harker; 42. Slytherin Alumni
``Paternal Cousin: Felicity Harker; 20. Ravenclaw Alumni
``Paternal Cousin: Penelope Harker; 19. Hufflepuff Alumni
Maternal Uncle: Christophe Burke; 45. Slytherin Alumni
~Maternal Aunt [by marriage]: Alexandra Burke (née) Elliot; 42. Slytherin Alumni
``Maternal Cousin: Henry Burke; 21. Slytherin Alumni
Maternal Uncle: Gregory Burke; 35. Gryffindor Alumni
~Maternal Aunt [by marriage]: Annabelle Burke (née) King; 30. Ravenclaw Alumni
``Maternal Cousin: Joyce Burke; 12. Slytherin – Second Year
``Maternal Cousin: Louis Burke; 15. Ravenclaw – Fifth Year
``Maternal Cousin: William Burke; 16. Slytherin – Sixth Year
Backstory:
Xaviera Charon was born on a rainy, dismal evening on August the ninth in Bristol, England where her mother, Margaret, had fled in an attempt to get away from her husband, Zhuraius. However, Margaret 'failed' in a way. She died giving birth to Xavia, or Via as some call her, whereupon her husband arrived at the hospital and essentially kidnapped Via. He took her back with him to the CHARON FAMILY MANOR in Scarborough. The house was anything but warm and inviting, at least on the inside. On its surface the 'home' looked nice; it was in a calm, tranquil area with plenty of trees and flowers, and the like. However what went on within the manor was an entirely different story.
Zhuraius Charon was by no means a gentle man. He was described as cold, sometimes almost frostbitten, deviant, ruthless, arrogant, and a sadist. In his immediate youth Zhuraius was said to be handsome, but time had worn him down to a mere shadow of his former self. His most distinctive feature, however, remained: his eyes, which held all the mirth of a dead rat. Zhuraius treated the world around him with contempt and disdain, all but his daughter. That didn’t make life any easier though. Zhuraius firmly believed in two things: elitism and discipline, except elitism took a slightly different form in the Charon household. If a wizard was ever to be truly pure, he couldn’t associate himself with those who are beneath him. This meant no jobs in the ministry, no going out into public unless they absolutely had to, and not bringing any of ‘their kind’ into the house. This also meant not bringing in other worthless creatures into their home, like house elves for instance. Because of this ‘rule’ Via had to do most of the housework on her own, all by hand, aside from the occasional squib who may or may not have been bewitched at the time, and if it were ever discovered that said squib had been lying about their lineage, Zhuraius would quickly dispose of them; it was a rare event when someone was actually sacked.
To her father, Via was a cross between an apprentice and a servant. His ‘lessons’ were strict and he made it very clear that she wasn't a necessity in his life, nor would she ever be. When she made a mistake, he would discipline her without question. At times ‘discipline’ would take the form of a beating or perhaps the use of an iron; Zhuraius was also a fan of the cane. When he couldn’t find an instrument to suit his ‘needs’, he would fashion one out of whatever was handy at the time: kitchen utensils, rope, maybe a pipe, etc; whatever was useful. He rarely used any kind of magic, though. While some injuries were more difficult to hide than others, if another witch or wizard got a hold of his wand they would easily be able to tell the type of spells that he had been preforming. Now Zhuraius didn’t spend his every waking hour torturing his daughter. On the contrary, he left her completely on her own in isolation for days, even weeks, on end. But which was worse? Was it being subjected to physical and mental pains or being totally shut out from the only member of her family who could stand to be in the same room with her? No one ever visited the manor simply because they hated her father and in turn they assumed that she would be exactly like he was.
The final straw came when Via was about nine-years-old. Her father had been out of town and one of her cousins decided to take her out to Diagon Alley. It had been her first real introduction to the wizarding world. There was so much to do, so many things to see. And then after shopping they went to the Leaky Cauldron for a bite to eat. The day had been absolutely perfect, one of the happiest days of her life. Years later, when Via would eventually be able to conjure a patronus, that day became one of the few happy memories she’d think of using. However while it was the happiest day of her life, it was also one of the darkest. Unfortunately, Zhuraius had come home early and when he found her missing, he threw a fit. So he chased the two of them down and when he found them, he arrived just in time to see a little Muggleborn grab Via’s hand. Needless to say her father wasn't happy. He took Via home with the deepest scowl on his face that she had ever seen. That night had been the first time she had ever seen him so angry; it was also the first time he’d ever used any of the unforgivable curses on her (and he used about two out of the three that night). It was also the first time that Via had ever tried to fight back—and it didn’t work out very well, or so she thought.
While he was between spells, she swerved around and tried to kick his shin, but she hit his knees instead. Faster than a Nimbus, Via ran to her room and did her best to lock the door. Either he just let it go or he couldn't open the door because he never came in during the night. The following morning when she got up to look for him, she found nothing. Zhuraius Charon was gone. He had completely vanished off the face of the Earth. “Yay” was not a strong enough word for the occasion. After that Via moved in with an ‘old friend’ of her mother’s, a Pureblood wizard with whom she’d been having an affair. He also just happened to have a son who was about her age and the two became friends…sort of. Via was cautious and weary of anybody who approached her after everything that she had went through. Still the boy, Louis was his name, was sweet and kind and she later admitted to having a small crush on him. However, the next year she would come home to find both father and son dead on the floor—killed by some lunatic wizard who was later caught and imprisoned in Azkaban.
Via spent a year in and out of foster homes until at last she got her letter from Hogwarts. She wasn’t excited to go, but it kept her from bouncing between families and she needed some kind of a distraction. Since the incident with Louis and his father, Via had withdrawn from almost everyone and everything. Like her mother, she was sorted into Ravenclaw house which she wasn’t entirely happy about. She didn’t mind the house itself, just that the woman who had been insane enough to marry her father had been in the same common room; it gave her chills of the nastiest variety. She didn’t make any friends. Why would she? What was the point of making friends if they would just eventually leave her or die? It just wasn’t worth the risk. Aside from her social problems, Via did fairly well in school. The only ‘bad’ grade she had was in History of Magic. It was such a boring class and she could never seem to keep herself focused.
In her second year, Via met a Slytherin girl named Tobi Maughan. The two would argue back and forth for about half the term before becoming friends (to this day Tobi remains Via’s closest friend; she's the only one allowed to attack her, the only one who has ever seen her cry, etc, etc.—she’s important in Via’s life). They bonded over a mutual hatred of muggle-borns and Defense Against the Dark Arts. And Via just needed somebody at that point. Via picked up a kind of darkness from Tobi, one that had been already planted by her father but never festered up until this point. She didn’t become completely twisted, but it was a step in the right direction. She participated in a few hexes here and there and even went so far as to jinx a professor’s robes. Again, not much, but it was a start. That summer she moved in with her Uncle Gregory and his family. It was the second most miserable summer of her life. Her cousins were small, annoying brats that screamed through every hour of the night and day. Via tried to run away on her thirteenth birthday. She made it as far as the house at the end of the street before they grabbed her and drug her back kicking and cursing…and hexing.
In her third year of Hogwarts, Via began learning how to duel and started up a mini dueling ring with a few Slytherins and a Ravenclaw or two. She found lashing out on others and just violence in general…a kind of release. As much as she hated the thought of it, she could understand how her father could have found it entertaining to be cruel to others. Of course she still hated the fact that he’d taken his own anger out on her but then again you never enjoy it when it’s happening to you unless you’re a masochist. With this realization, Via let go of her previous mindset. Bit by bit she abandoned traditional conventions and sought better ways to ‘get her fix’ as it were. And everything was good for a time. Then she fell for another girl in her class who exploited her feelings in front of the entire school. Angry and humiliated, Via placed a hex on the girl and sent her to the hospital wing. She visited her in the dead of night and tried to apologize, but that stupid girl just went on teasing. Via wrapped her fingers around the girl’s throat and just kept squeezing until one of the nurses came by and pried her away. Afterwards Via was placed in St. Mungo’s, but only for a month and she was able to go back to school. Strangely enough no one bothered her after that.
When her fourth year rolled around, Via began studying for her O.W.L.s just to pass the time. She’d moved into a flat at the Leaky Cauldron with her guardian’s “permission” (she would have gone anyways) and started plotting. As she saw it, her father'd had the right idea about the bloodlines, but he never really did anything about it. If the bloodlines were to be preserved you couldn’t just avoid the others. You had to dispose of them and she planned to do just that. The muggle-borns would go first, then the half-bloods, then blood-traitors and even a few purebloods. And once the wizarding world was clean, the muggles would be destroyed, that way there wouldn’t be any temptation to dirty it up again. Of course this would be a monumental task—one that couldn’t be achieved overnight. No she would have to get a few people to back her up on this. Certain groups of Pureblood dark wizards could do most of the work; they already had a thing against tarbloods (a word she used exclusively for muggle-borns as she thought ‘mudblood’ was too nice a word). Half-bloods were another problem since most of the wizarding world was full of them, but then she had a whole lifetime to tackle this task and she wasn’t going to waste a single moment. Later, her plans would change, and not for the better.
Via’s fifth year was dedicated to plotting, studying, hexing and cursing, causing violence, and the like. It was a much quieter year than all the others and she took advantage of her free time to try and rally students toward her cause. Some were easier to convince than others. Some just ran away bug-eyed. Either way she was making some kind of impact on the school. Sure it was negative publicity, but then it was still publicity. Her name was being associated with all things dark and dangerous, even if she wasn’t the best duelist around. People were calling her crazy and maybe she was. But who cared? Sanity was only one man’s perspective and at this point she didn’t have any perspective. Around this time her father was finally declared dead and his will was read. Her cousins got the house and everything in it, but she got every last galleon, sickle, and knut in his Gringott’s account and a locked trunk. Inside were a bunch of vials and cursed objects—all of which she sold aside from a skull-capped flask…because it looked cool. From time to time she carries firewhiskey in it, but she refuses to share with anyone—well, anyone except Tobi. She rarely keeps anything from her.
Via’s O.W.L. scores were great and she went back to Hogwarts for her sixth year with her head held high. Of course it would have been held high anyways. Via never showed or felt any kind of shame. In shame lied weakness and there was no excuse for weakness. Ever. For the most part, her sixth year wasn’t that exciting. She did work. She snuck out to watch people duel. The summer wasn’t eventful either, aside from rumors about dark forces rising.
Recently, Via became a Death Eater. She isn't proud or ashamed of her decision, but she intends to stick by it. In other news, through a series of potions, spells, and nightmares Via finally learned what happened to her father: she killed him. As it turns out, that night when he'd come after her, she didn't just knock him down. She'd hit him over the head with a blunt instrument, hard enough to leave an imprint in his skull which she found while searching the house. So far the only other person who knows, besides most of her family who'd guessed that anyways, is Tobi.
