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Accalia Greengrass

We shine brighter when we fall.

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a character in “We Solemnly Swear...”, as played by Bartholomew Finch

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{"I dreamed that I reached for the sky and plucked a handful of stars like flowers from a feild of wild constellations."}


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N A M E
Accalia Cassiopeia Greengrass
"Cal is fine."

N I C K N A M E S
Cal || "It's what most people call me."
Cali || ”Yeah sure, go for it.”

B I R T H D A T E
January 4th
"A day like any other."

A G E
16
”Yup."

B L O O D S T A T U S
Half-Blood
"Daddy is a muggle, what a scandel. "

P A R E N T S
Daphne Greengrass & Carter Sales (Unmarried)
""No. No. My mother was the other Greengrass"

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual
"Everyone is worth something."

H O U S E
Hufflepuff
"My home away from home."


{"One day I will know the secrets of the universe, until then I shall pine for its knowledge."}



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A P P E R A N C E
"We all want to be someone we are not."

A spectral apparition in the flesh, pale ice and snow. Skin smooth, unmarked by the ravages of life - innocently fresh. Pale enough to almost see through. A ghost, a ghoul, her body a map of flourishing youth. Clothing fit to distract from mangled truths. Insecurity, and isolation of ones self a constant demon hanging just above her head. There's nothing at all wrong with this body of hers besides a self-image torn asunder by those she trusted most.

Fire and ice and pale blue skies make up the anatomy of her eyes. A lovely sight to get lost in. With a tendency to change, change, change herself into something new when the loneliness begins to set in. She is an artist of her own making, an expert in wacky and wild. Unsure how to stop herself from the constant limbo that is "too much and not enough" she has to make up for the stone stillness of her expression somehow. The way it crumbles into dust at the slightest of provocation. A resting bitch face that never evolved into softer, kinder lines but stayed rough with its assurance of security.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y
"I love to be a catharsis, that voice screaming its woes away into an empty chasm"
Loyal || Approachable || Silly || Chatty || Cautious || Caring

Perhaps from afar, she may seem unapproachable. Face set into grim lines and shadows. Glazed eyes that never quite meet your own. But she is so much more than face value . A brightly curious and caring young woman with a knack for finding herself whimsically dancing under the moonlight. Paling in comparison to her love for the stars is perhaps her love for people. A study in how someone so internally insecure can be so externally maternal to those around her. Always the first to ask whats wrong, to give a damn, to simply exist in the presence of someone else's hurt without becoming wounded herself. She revels in the feeling of helping. Finds that she spends most of her energy playing therapist to those in need.

Otherwise, she is her house values and more. Loyal to a fault and protective with a streak of genuine badger-like anger in her when those she cares for come under fire. She is fire and ice and all things that require careful handling. Outwardly takes no shit, but wears her wounds like badges of honor against the world. Incapable of abandoning those she loves or those in need, she may stick by someone's side until one of them breathes their very last breath.

Stunningly honest, but altogether aloof in speech. A contradiction, an enigma, someone that really can't be tamed into any labeled box. She is weird and wild and she loves with all her heart in a way that is all-encompassing. She is the bright stars and luminous moon that peek through the dark every single night. A beacon flashing brightly to bring sailors in from the sea.

Accalia is more fun than others give her credit for. Humerous and silly with a laugh that fills a room with sound. Boisterous in a way that contradicts the way she looks. Enjoys being wild and having fun - an adventurer at heart with a heart that beats solely for the chance to party.


{"We are alive, and that means that we must do everything in our power to live like we soon wont be."}


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W A N D
9 1/2" || Maple || Unicorn Tail Hair
"A travellers wand."

S P E C I A L
Nothing
"I'm nothing but normal."

C L U B
Head of the Astronomy Club
"Stars are a passion."

P E T
Columba
"My sweet girl"

P A T R O N U S
Siberian Cat
" Fearless yet easygoing, they seem to always know when their humans need them for support or comfort. They can be quiet, with soft melodic purrs and chirps. While these may not be the cats to chase down a Dementor, they will stay with you, protecting and calming you until the Dementor fades away."

B O G G A R T
Her father, as she remembers him from when she was a toddler. His form imposingly tall and face twisted as he screamed words like "monster, and demon" at her.
"Please... Just don't ask."


{"We are at our brightest when we are falling."}


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H I S T O R Y
"Love it or hate it, home is where the heart is."

Picture this; Daphne Greengrass disappears sometime after the war, rarely to be seen or heard from again.

At least for a while.

And only by anyone who isn't dear Astoria.

But that short while was enough, a taste of freedom outside of pureblood supremacy. Things may have changed in the wizarding world, but not quickly enough. Not quickly enough at all. And so Daphne Greengrass took herself a little vacation away from it all. Hid out in some remote location while she sorted through who she wanted to be post-war - she hadn't been the most lovely of people, to begin with. Paid a little too much heed to the purist side of things. Until the battle of course, where she was forced to choose a side.

And then she met the muggle.

Carter Sales was an average man with an average life living in an average unknown location (Daphne won't tell, and Accalia wouldn't ask anyway.) But average didn't mean boring, and it certainly didn't mean Daphne was any less in love with the idea of being in love with this muggle who knew nothing of them or their lifestyle and couldn't judge her for past misdeeds. Maybe that was the mistake. Not telling him anything of her own life. At least not until Accalia burst forth and ruined it all with her uncontrollable childhood magic.

Labeled a demon, a monster, Daphne obliviated Carter because it was all she could do to keep him from destroying them all. With her tail tucked between her legs and the fear that her child would never have a proper life she fled back home. Back to what she once knew. She raised Accalia with mixed ideals, allowed the child to choose for herself what Daphne had not been given the chance to learn. Rarely raised the girl really, let the wilderness claim her as its own.

Accalia grew wild on stories of the past, learned to move past the words spat at her from a man that wanted nothing to do with their kind - he had wanted average - and Accalia was perfectly fine with being anything but normal.

So begins...

Accalia Greengrass's Story