First Name: Banshee
Middle Name(s): None.
Last Name: Warren
Birthday: April 13th 1976
Gender: Female
Past School House: Slytherin.
Birthplace: Bristol, United Kingdom.
Residence: Banshee is a vagabond. She has no home.
Parents: Banshee's parents also traveled... but not in the same way she does. They were carney's. Raised as a carney, Banshee became accustomed to being on display and dealing with people; the two things she hates. She eventually disowned her parents and fled from their freakish lifestyle.
Siblings: None.
Relatives (If Any): None.
Occupation: (Job(s))
Pets: Corvus corax, or a raven. Dubbed Iocane.
Blood: Pure.
Age: 20
Hair Color: Crimson.
Hair Style: Long tresses that flow to her chest. Her bangs are usually brushed to the side out of her face.
Eye Color: One the color of the Caribbean seas; the other, the color of springtime leaves. But she usually shields her odd eyes with pink contacts.
Skin Tone: As pale and soft as fresh fallen snow.
Nationality: English.
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 120.
Accent: British. (English)
Married: No.
Dating: No.
Children: No.
Age of Children (If Any): n/a
Number of Children (If Any): n/a
Names of Children (If Any): n/a
History: Banshee never had a normal family. She was always surrounded my society's image of "freaks", so of course, thats what she grew up to be.
Always traveling, always dealing with ignorant people prodding at her, always being put on display for people to gawk at. She only learned to be a "freak" so she would have something to do. Traveling town to town, putting on at the least, 5 shows a day, and having no friends, she developed a loathing for most, if not all, human beings.
She developed a world inside her head; there are no boundaries there, no disgusted looks, nobody except herself. She preferred this life.
One morning, when the dew was settling on the grass, she just got up and left. She had no possessions to worry about, and to her, no family to dissapoint.
Personality: Banshee is mostly vacant, living in her own skull. She's generally quiet any other time, only becoming lively when someone tries to stir up a conversation with her...or when shes doing what she loves; destroying the innocent.
Hates: Most people. She hasn't, in all of her travels, met a person she's likes.
Loves: Cities at night.
Wants: She has no wants at this time.
Wishes: No wishes either.
Fears: The only thing Banshee fears is that her mental haven would someday collapse.
Favourite Color: Red.
Favourite Past School Subject: Potions.
Favourite Animal: Her raven.
Favourite Food: Steak.
Least Favourite Color: Yellow.
Least Favourite Past School Subject: Muggle studies.
Least Favourite Animal: Unicorn. She hates unicorns.
Least Favourite Food: Broccoli.
Wand Core: Bloodwood
Wand Wood: Ebony
Wand Length: 15 1/4 inches.
Wand Movement: Swishy
Wand Strengths and Weaknesses: The wand has limitless power and unprecedented protectional qualities. It is handy in healing but lacks in divination.
Affiliation: Dark.
Special Talents (If Any): She had learned to breath fire the muggle way. She is very graceful in casting her attack spells, and quick in the draw.
Special Possessions (If Any): None.
Sample Post: (Using a post from another character from 19 Years Later)
Astrid was concerned as she entered the spacious Great Hall. What would happen to her family this time? Would there be divorce, death, terminal illness? And then the smaller issues; what if she got lost? Who would want a german girl in all black? Would she succeed in her classes?
She sighed and pushed herself forward, lugging her trunk behind her, enjoying the silence and the faint echo of the wheels rumbling on the floor. Her eyes traced over the walls and all the decorum that was scattered statistically along the corridor.
She stopped before the portrait in front of her common room, gracefully brushed her hair off of her shoulders. It came tumbling down her back in torrents of red. Almost like a waterfall of blood. Her ice blue eyes traced all of the lines in the portrait, from the outline, to the shadows. She hesitated and checked her front pocket for Toxin. That rat was the only one she had right now. Maybe for a while. If she lost Toxin, she didnt know what she would do. Die? Go insane? Nobody could ever really know.
She muttered the password under her breath and stepped gracefully through. Turning before looking to pull her trunk through..
Her heart caught in her chest at the beauty that opened up in front of her like a pop-up fairy tale.
Even Toxin has to stir from her sleep in Astrid's front pocket to examine her new surroundings...
What is the meaning of life? Zzzzzzzzz.