Hearthwood, Blaze Unfinished

[Blaze Hearthwood]

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BLAZE HEARTHWOOD

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Full Name:Blaze Hearthwood
nicknames:
date of birth:20 June
Gender:
Sexuality:TO BE CONTINUED

year: 3
house: SLYTHERIN

blood:am truelly unsure
wand: 1 1/4 old oak from my tree, white peacock feather core.

*hammers fall on all the pieces, two months in the cover creases

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eyes: One brown One blue
hair: Black
height: 5'5"
weight:Not sure
build: Small Athletic
accent:None

play-by:

*all my complaints shrink to nothing I’m ashamed of all my somethings

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likes: [at least 5]
1. To read
2. To paint
3. To run
4, Nighttime
5. Strawberries
6. Neatness
7. Quidditch

dislikes: [at least 5]
1, Ignorance
2. Chocolate
3. Sleep
4. To much noise
5. writing with quils
6. Other Students
7. Love

habits: [at least 2]
1. Alone time
2. Midnight runs

boggart: [what your character is most afraid of?] sleep
patronus: [your character’s patronus] Jaguar
mirror of erised: [your character’s greatest desire?] To find out what my past is.

strengths: [at least five]
weaknesses: [at least five]

in depth personality: [at least 3 paragraphs on your character’s personality]

*telling Layla’s story spoken ‘bout how all her bones are broken

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parents:
siblings:

hometown:
current residence:

in depth history: ]

Deeper Sorrow
I remember that night like it was yesterday. A face in the moonlight, crystal blue eyes staring back at me. A soft touch of lips to the cheek, then they were gone. They found me when I was 3 months; under an oak tree just outside Victoria Park London. Just abandoned with nothing but the blanket I was wrapped in and round that an empty locket with the name Blaze Hearthwood engraved on the back. Investigations were made to where I had come from but nothing had been found no records of Hearthwood even existing, so like a lost possession I was handed over to child services where I was put into a children’s home awaiting a new family. I knew different, I knew there was someone out there who had there reasons for leaving me and I intended to find out.
I was an eccentric child. With my Jet black hair and one lightning blue eye and one brown eye. I stood out in a crowd, but because of my demeanour I was never chosen. There was something about me they said, they could not explain. There was something in my eyes that was beyond their understanding. But I knew I was different, I knew I didn’t belong. I never cried when I was a baby, There really was no need as I had no sad memories to cry about. I was peaceful; I smiled when it was necessary and endured the time in the children’s home as much as I could. Until one day it came. The fire!

On the night of 20th June, I was sitting on the window box looking out at the sunset coming down over the buildings letting my mind wonder away from reality as I often did . It was a perfect night. The sky was turning into a deep rainbow as the sun began to fall. It was magical. I loved this time of year. It felt special somehow, like my whole insides lit up every time it arrived. As the last of the light disappeared over the horizon my eyes started to close and I dosed off to sleep. It didn’t feel long after when it happened. It was instant to, I couldn’t control it. My head felt like it was exploding, my mind went into overdrive and all I could see was a red flash of light in front of my eyes, I held my head in my hands and screamed and my whole body went ridged arms and legs outstretched. The flash grew stronger covering my whole body then expelling in every direction. My screams grew as I was thrown up into the air my body out of control, my head irrupting, and lather spilling from my mind. The pain was unbearable. The fire around me grew, catching everything alight in it wake. Will it ever end? Am I going to die in this instant? I never got to meet the eyes of my past. Please let me live. Then as suddenly as it began the light subsided from my body, the pain faded then stopped and I fell onto the floor of the charred remains of my room and passed out.

The next thing I remember I was in a hospital bed hooked up to wires and machines. I was there for 2 months they said until the day came when I was to be placed in foster care. I was taken to a family who lived in a small town. It was ok. It gave me time to fit in. Be a normal kid. I couldn’t let what happened surface again. Control is what I needed. I enjoyed the country. Wide open spaces. The skies were so fresh and clear. That’s when I found my feet. That’s when I learned to release my body to the run. Coming up to 5 years old, I was sitting on a hill not far from where I was living; I felt this sudden urge of power in my legs. A instant rush of adrenaline going through my body. I stood and started to jog down the hill, and then I sped up, faster, faster still. It was amazing. The feeling made me smile for the first time in months. How my whole aura lifted in one fast movement. From that day forward I learned to control my thoughts with speed. I ran, jumped, leaped, ducked, and climbed. I was free.
But still I did not belong.

I got moved around a lot for the next few years, from one end of the country to the other. It was ok I suppose. I got to see different towns and cities, but I did love the country side. Somewhere I could release myself from the troubled thoughts of the past. Many years went on. Foster parent after foster parent. And I knew why, although they never said. They thought I was different and non controlled. They always let me be, so the time of peace was a great relief and made me stronger inside. I started to develop certain skills, reading, but with great speed. I was becoming an exception artist, and my physic was getting stronger. Then it came again.
When I was 10 years old I was living, at the time with an old lady named Flourence Gardener. She had a lovely cottage not far out of Surrey. I loved the wide open spaces and used to run the fields around the cottage every day. On one early evening after my daily run I sat in my favourite spot watching the sunset on the horizon. I suddenly felt hungry, then one minute I was on the hill thinking of Flourence’s home made strawberry pie, next I was in the cottage kitchen dizzy and disorientated. Things started happening fast after that. Then they came, the strange men in black, asking questions about me, bout my parents, where I had come from? My mind started to tingle and I had that sense of danger and had to. I packed a bag and slung it over my shoulder and ran faster then I had ever run before.

Since that day I have been looking for answers. I have been travelling all over the country trying to find any connection with the Hearthwood name, but have come up with nothing. Times were hard on the streets. It was harder still to contain my inner self. I started having nightmares. Nights became a haven, as sleep was deathly. Walking around in the silence of night was a great pastime. The only real time I had alone. I was beginning to loose hope when something really strange, (well stranger then my normal can be) happened while I was walking down a canal in the centre of London. Out from nowhere, a letter came flying through the air and landed right in front of me. As I opened it my mind suddenly took on a warm glow and then I knew I was on the right path to controlling my inner self and finding out who I was.

*fully alive and she knows how to believe in futures

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Hey guys I’m [your name here]; I’m [age] years old and have been roleplaying for [number] of years/months. The other characters I have here at [site name] are [enter names here].

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Waking from her slumber was not one of Blazes favourite pastimes. She didn’t like to sleep much, having to keep in the shadows most of her life, keeping under the radar. But this time she had reason. Sleep she needed to bring with it a clear head. It was time. Her first step to finding out what world she truly belonged to. She had heard rumours of a place where they done magic, but was this the place she was searching for this past year. Has she found the answer to her whole reason for being different?
As she looked in the mirror at her reflection, picking up her brush, she pulled it through her jet black hair, strand by strand making it fall in waves over her pale face. She contemplated on the hours ahead. She thinks this is the place where the men in the cloaks have come from but this is her only chance. She must decide, keep running or face her future head on.

just show us what you can do

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