Chloé Hartzel
M A R I N A & T H E D I A M O N D S / T H E O U T S I D E R
{"Feeling like a loser, feeling like a bum
Sitting on the outside observing the fun
Don't get on my bad side, I can work a gun
Hop into the backseat baby...
I'll show you some fun"}
| Age |
17
| Birth Country |
The great ol'... UK. Her whole family uprooted and moved to the US after death eaters were beginning to get prosecuted. She was born in Oxford in the UK, and was supposed to go to Hogwarts. She has made the conclusion that she would've liked Hogwarts better. Her family are actually orginally from northern france, though.
| Year |
7th Year
| House |
Ursus
| Wand |
A twelve inch mahogany wand with dragon heartstring as the core.
| Patronus |
A squirrel. Not very impressive, but what can you do.
| Familiar |
A Kneazle/cat hybrid by the name of Socrates or "Socky". At the time when she bought him, she was not informed that he was part Kneazle. He's a handful- highly intelligent, independent, aggressive and selective with who he likes. He's a good cat at heart, but can be slightly hostile around those he deems unworthy. He's an extremely large cat, with a thick layer of dark grey fluff covering him and a short muzzled face. He has heterochromia- one eye is a pale almost grape-like green and the other is a clear, bright blue.
{These people are really weird
And they're giving me the fear
Just because you know my name...
Doesn't mean you know my game}
| Personality |
I stare at the girl from across the hall - the girl that everyone hates. There is no mistaking her even in a crowd full of people. Her hands always cover his ears. Nobody knows why, and nobody dares to ask about it anymore. She catches me staring at her, and uncovers her ears to glower at me as if shooting me one last warning before she stalked over here to teach me a lesson like she always did. Even from a distance she appears as tall as a skyscraper (she’s five foot three, but it’s the way she carries herself)
She shoves me into a wall with a blast from her wand. My lungs freeze from the shock and my head snaps backward. The pain isn’t as severe as I thought it would be - perhaps there is not enough rage to channel into her attacks. That is one thing about Chloe that stands out. How a kid her age could bottle up so much fire and anger is completely out of my understanding. The kid is just never happy, and the reason why escapes me. At school you will always see her with a frown or a scowl usually sitting alone near the back of the classroom.
I hear her cursing outside. No surprise there - the kid has a loud mouth. She is never too timid to express her thoughts or opinions, even if they’re harsh. Blunt is the adjective I’m looking for. Yes, she is extremely blunt. When silence lingers in the air I cautiously peek over the edge of the hedge and spot her with her back toward me, hands covering her ears once again. That’s another peculiar thing about her. Why does she constantly cover his ears and whisper to herself? Don’t ask me. And don’t ask her, either - she will misinterpret the question and believe that you’re insulting her. She doesn’t take insults very lightly. In fact, I think she’s a bit sensitive to insults - probably why she overreacts to the point that she she does. The bullied becomes a bully himself. So it goes.
If there is one good trait in Chloe - just one - I'd have to say that it's her intelligence. I’ve seen the girl in class enough to know that she is one of the smartest I’ve ever met. She’s sly and cunning too, though, so she’s a triple threat. Some people think that she feels nothing at all, but to me that is a lie because it is impossible for a human being not to have feelings. I think she has feelings somewhere. Anger counts as a feeling, right? So there. Point proven.
{People are connecting
Don't know what to say
I'm good at protecting...
What they want to take}
| History |
Many know of the purebloood society and the negative connotations the members held. They were Death Eaters, the lot of them (at least that's what she hears spat behind her back when they think she can't hear.) . It was always about blood and the cleanliness of the Wizarding World. Keeping the best of the best at the top. But often forgotten were the high standards and the social expectations each family pressured for their children to pursue. Something Chloe knew far too well. For in the Hartzel household there were rules. Thou shall not associate with muggleborn scum and blood traitors alike. Thou shall conduct thyself in an honorable fashion and uphold the family name.
Even after they had left the United Kingdom, Chloe has always felt an odd connection to Lord Voldemort. She exalts the Dark Lord because he is the manifestation of everything that she believes, but theirs is a twisted connection born of hatred. She can feel him pumping through her blood when she attacks someone, and sometimes she can hear his whispers to tell her to do something. When she talks of him, the others look at her as if she was crazy. No one really talks about him any more.
What really started her bullying rampage was her brother. Every child has their little fears, that monster under the bed that keeps them up at night. But Chloe’s fears weren’t tucked away under the darkness beneath his bed. No. Her monster lived at the other end of the hall. Someone she'd been forced to call a brother. Even when they were little Dougal had been nothing but a terror, attracted to the power he would hold over the girl, of the pain he could inflict. And for years Chloe had had to suffer through it, grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut tight, begging for it all to go away. If she could make it through just one more hex or one more insult then maybe she’d be okay. Maybe that monster might finally back off and she’d be free.
But that patience of hers could only wear so thin before she’d be pushed too far. Snap! One day had proven to be too much, the words and the painful magic doing him in. Never in her life had Chloe dared to retaliate, too frightened by what big bad brother would have in store. Too frightened by the price she would have to pay, the price she did pay. e could still remember the vicious sting of the curse, the dark magic that scarred her body and gifted her a mark to last forever. A slash across his back. A sign to show the consequences of fighting against superiors. From that day on, Chloe didn't take shit from nobody. She didn't want that happening again.
| Likes |
running // muggle electronics // water // the cold // winter // silence
| Dislikes |
people // being disturbed // condescending people // boredom
| Password | *COUGH* specialis revelio *COUGH*
M A R I N A & T H E D I A M O N D S / T H E O U T S I D E R
{"Feeling like a loser, feeling like a bum
Sitting on the outside observing the fun
Don't get on my bad side, I can work a gun
Hop into the backseat baby...
I'll show you some fun"}
| Age |
17
| Birth Country |
The great ol'... UK. Her whole family uprooted and moved to the US after death eaters were beginning to get prosecuted. She was born in Oxford in the UK, and was supposed to go to Hogwarts. She has made the conclusion that she would've liked Hogwarts better. Her family are actually orginally from northern france, though.
| Year |
7th Year
| House |
Ursus
| Wand |
A twelve inch mahogany wand with dragon heartstring as the core.
| Patronus |
A squirrel. Not very impressive, but what can you do.
| Familiar |
A Kneazle/cat hybrid by the name of Socrates or "Socky". At the time when she bought him, she was not informed that he was part Kneazle. He's a handful- highly intelligent, independent, aggressive and selective with who he likes. He's a good cat at heart, but can be slightly hostile around those he deems unworthy. He's an extremely large cat, with a thick layer of dark grey fluff covering him and a short muzzled face. He has heterochromia- one eye is a pale almost grape-like green and the other is a clear, bright blue.
{These people are really weird
And they're giving me the fear
Just because you know my name...
Doesn't mean you know my game}
| Personality |
I stare at the girl from across the hall - the girl that everyone hates. There is no mistaking her even in a crowd full of people. Her hands always cover his ears. Nobody knows why, and nobody dares to ask about it anymore. She catches me staring at her, and uncovers her ears to glower at me as if shooting me one last warning before she stalked over here to teach me a lesson like she always did. Even from a distance she appears as tall as a skyscraper (she’s five foot three, but it’s the way she carries herself)
She shoves me into a wall with a blast from her wand. My lungs freeze from the shock and my head snaps backward. The pain isn’t as severe as I thought it would be - perhaps there is not enough rage to channel into her attacks. That is one thing about Chloe that stands out. How a kid her age could bottle up so much fire and anger is completely out of my understanding. The kid is just never happy, and the reason why escapes me. At school you will always see her with a frown or a scowl usually sitting alone near the back of the classroom.
I hear her cursing outside. No surprise there - the kid has a loud mouth. She is never too timid to express her thoughts or opinions, even if they’re harsh. Blunt is the adjective I’m looking for. Yes, she is extremely blunt. When silence lingers in the air I cautiously peek over the edge of the hedge and spot her with her back toward me, hands covering her ears once again. That’s another peculiar thing about her. Why does she constantly cover his ears and whisper to herself? Don’t ask me. And don’t ask her, either - she will misinterpret the question and believe that you’re insulting her. She doesn’t take insults very lightly. In fact, I think she’s a bit sensitive to insults - probably why she overreacts to the point that she she does. The bullied becomes a bully himself. So it goes.
If there is one good trait in Chloe - just one - I'd have to say that it's her intelligence. I’ve seen the girl in class enough to know that she is one of the smartest I’ve ever met. She’s sly and cunning too, though, so she’s a triple threat. Some people think that she feels nothing at all, but to me that is a lie because it is impossible for a human being not to have feelings. I think she has feelings somewhere. Anger counts as a feeling, right? So there. Point proven.
{People are connecting
Don't know what to say
I'm good at protecting...
What they want to take}
| History |
Many know of the purebloood society and the negative connotations the members held. They were Death Eaters, the lot of them (at least that's what she hears spat behind her back when they think she can't hear.) . It was always about blood and the cleanliness of the Wizarding World. Keeping the best of the best at the top. But often forgotten were the high standards and the social expectations each family pressured for their children to pursue. Something Chloe knew far too well. For in the Hartzel household there were rules. Thou shall not associate with muggleborn scum and blood traitors alike. Thou shall conduct thyself in an honorable fashion and uphold the family name.
Even after they had left the United Kingdom, Chloe has always felt an odd connection to Lord Voldemort. She exalts the Dark Lord because he is the manifestation of everything that she believes, but theirs is a twisted connection born of hatred. She can feel him pumping through her blood when she attacks someone, and sometimes she can hear his whispers to tell her to do something. When she talks of him, the others look at her as if she was crazy. No one really talks about him any more.
What really started her bullying rampage was her brother. Every child has their little fears, that monster under the bed that keeps them up at night. But Chloe’s fears weren’t tucked away under the darkness beneath his bed. No. Her monster lived at the other end of the hall. Someone she'd been forced to call a brother. Even when they were little Dougal had been nothing but a terror, attracted to the power he would hold over the girl, of the pain he could inflict. And for years Chloe had had to suffer through it, grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut tight, begging for it all to go away. If she could make it through just one more hex or one more insult then maybe she’d be okay. Maybe that monster might finally back off and she’d be free.
But that patience of hers could only wear so thin before she’d be pushed too far. Snap! One day had proven to be too much, the words and the painful magic doing him in. Never in her life had Chloe dared to retaliate, too frightened by what big bad brother would have in store. Too frightened by the price she would have to pay, the price she did pay. e could still remember the vicious sting of the curse, the dark magic that scarred her body and gifted her a mark to last forever. A slash across his back. A sign to show the consequences of fighting against superiors. From that day on, Chloe didn't take shit from nobody. She didn't want that happening again.
| Likes |
running // muggle electronics // water // the cold // winter // silence
| Dislikes |
people // being disturbed // condescending people // boredom
| Password | *COUGH* specialis revelio *COUGH*
