| Circe Alderly | |
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| Bio Profile | |
| Full Name | Circe Lillian Alderly |
| Title | - |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 21 |
| Hair Colour | Blonde |
| Eye Colour | Blue |
| Height | 5 foot 9 |
| Build | Slim/Curvy |
| Date of Birth | 18th June |
| Status | Alive |
| Species | Witch |
| Ethnicity | British |
| Blood Type | Type AB Negative |
| Alignment Profile | |
| Alignment | Neutral Good |
| Class | Author |
| Role | Investigator |
| Skill Profile | |
| Weapons Proficiency | None |
| Magic Proficiency | Wand User |
| Fighting Styles | - |
Introduction[]
Circe is a
Personality[]
Circe
Relationships[]
Blair Heartwin[]
Blair is an Auror and the
Skills[]
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Equipment[]
Wand[]
A sensitive wand, hazel often reflects its owner’s emotional state, and works best for a master who understands and can manage their own feelings. Others should be very careful handling a hazel wand if its owner has recently lost their temper, or suffered a serious disappointment, because the wand will absorb such energy and discharge it unpredictably. The positive aspect of a hazel wand more than makes up for such minor discomforts, however, for it is capable of outstanding magic in the hands of the skillful, and is so devoted to its owner that it often ‘wilts’ (which is to say, it expels all its magic and refuses to perform, often necessitating the extraction of the core and its insertion into another casing, if the wand is still required) at the end of its master’s life (if the core is unicorn hair, however, there is no hope; the wand will almost certainly have ‘died’). Hazel wands also have the unique ability to detect water underground, and will emit silvery, tear-shaped puffs of smoke if passing over concealed springs and wells.
Self Writing Quill[]
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Trivia[]
- Blair never fully understood the look Circe gave him. The intensity of her stare sometimes made him feel like she was reading deep in his soul, he felt vulnerable, an emotion Blair wasn't used to. What he didn't know was that that was exactly what Circe was doing. From the moment their eyes met Circe had been captivated. Curious, those eyes had seen great sadness and pain and Circe was desperate to understand what was hidden deep in Blairs soul. For every second their eyes met she felt herself falling deeper down the chambers of his soul, little by little each one came into focus. She saw a twinkle behind his eyes. Yet what makes a light shine so bright is the darkness behind it. Circe had time. She would wait to hear his story, but for now she was just grateful for the few seconds he gave her each morning to get lost in them.