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And this I know: to plunge down and breathe is more than possible if you believe
NAME: Lee Hyeri BIRTHDATE: June 9 GENDER: Female HOMETOWN: Knaresborough, England CLASSES: Transfiguration, Charms, Potions Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination EXTRA-CURRICULAR: Quidditch (Beater) JOURNAL: cadbury AIM: None yet, we'll get back to you! BLOOD-STATUS: Half-blood FAMILY: Parents, younger sister (Lee Hyerim, Ravenclaw) WAND: 12" Oak and Unicorn hair, springy A wand for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard who deserves it. Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity. Less well-known is the propensity for owners of English oak wands to have powerful intuition, and, often, an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants that are necessary to wizardkind for both magic and pleasure. "Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing." PATRONUS: Otter Otters are often associated with the traits joy, agility, energy, curiosity, creativity, dexterity, protection, friendship, and playfulness. The animal symbolism of the otter is married to the idea of play, joy and having fun. If you've ever observed a romp of otters (appropriately, a "romp" is one of the terms for a group of otters) it's highly likely you saw some good-hearted roughhousing and frolicking. As a totem or animal spirit guide, the otter reminds us of the value of a good romp. If you're over-taxed, you might be well served by tapping into otter energy. These play-packed critters will get you laughing and jump-jiving with joy in no time. Part of that sense of play comes from the otter's high level of curiosity. Fearlessness is another great symbolic attribute of the otter. They don't have a whole lot of enemies in the wild, which might augur that sense of self-security. When it comes to animal symbolism, the otter is a fabulous friend to call upon when you need a boost in courage. Not only is this creature fearless, she is also ferocious when it comes to protecting her family and territory. MISC
APPEARANCE ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small} scatterbrained | In England, the times were not changing fast enough for one Wizard man, who not only frowned upon but mocked the elitist views of his pure-blood ancestry. He worked in The Department of International Magic Cooperation, one of the few things about his noble background he didn't resent as it gave him the freedom to travel, something he'd wanted to experience ever since he'd been a young boy. Adventure was in his blood, but more so was that word, pure, which seemed to control every aspect of his life. There was no practice of the Dark Arts in the Lee lineage, yet some of them seemed to turn a blind eye to any misdemeanors towards others who were not as clean as they, making them just as guilty in his eyes. Marry a well-to-do Witch, work towards a promotion, become an old, boring man; he didn't need a crystal ball to see the destiny that someone had already scrawled out for him. Travelling to Asia on Ministry business led him to Seoul, where many of his relatives lived and where, although he hadn't been born, visited frequently to get in touch with his culture. In a small act of rebellion he took a leisurely stroll along the Han River, a sugary candy concoction in one hand, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows. This small drop of childlike defiance was left over from teenage years and even before, the years where rather than playing he learned when to say yes sir and when to say no ma'am, and never to cut corners, and to be realistic. Ironically, it was the Muggle woman who taught him how to believe in magic. When they first met ("Those are delicious, but have you tried the raspberry chocolate truffle tarts?") he was wary of her unconvention (and wouldn't dare admit that her version of magic tickled him). Who had taught her to laugh so loudly, to be so painfully transparent? It wasn't until later that he realized the answer was no one. "Would it kill you to have some fun?" were her teasing words. They were a bittersweet pair, often butting heads until through her he learned the art of a childhood he had missed out on. He realized that she was probably one of the only real friends he'd had in some time, one that had no ulterior motives for a friendship, for he had still not revealed his magic lineage to her. When he could be sure she had gained his trust, he exposed his secret, and by then his extended leave was over. They conversed through letters (often he would send them via owls to amuse her, each time receiving an explosive response) and sometimes phone calls (which utterly confused him). When he next saw her over a year later, their friendship began to transform - of course, most of his family repelled the idea of a dark stain on their untarnished heritage. Still, they could do nothing to stop them marrying and finding a purehearted joy in each other. Carousels in Paris lit up by warm lights in the cotton candy sunset, sun baked Italian villas by the sea, floating markets in Thailand; they traveled when his job permitted so. When they decided to make a home, they chose a quiet, rural market town in England, far from the peering eyes of his family. Hyeri was born and raised in Knaresborough, which, unbeknownst to its inhabitants, was home to quite a few magical things. The remains of its castle housed more than a few ghosts, as did Mother Shipton's cave (the rumors were true; she was hideously ugly, but not scary at all and often told the local magical children's fortunes). The Petrifying Well was her favorite place; she would throw in objects and wait for the day that they would become encased in stone. There were also family visits to a relative's summer cottage in the fairytalesque village of Bibury, drowsy days spent in the drizzly English rain among wildflowers, and to various parts of Scotland and Wales where some of her father's side of the family lived, along with family trips to Seoul to see the rest of her family. She was raised bilingual, bicultural, and with a healthy dose of both Wizard and Muggle ways; it wasn't unusual to find a newspaper with no moving pictures next to a poster depicting her father's guilty pleasure, his favorite rock group (who were quite temperamental, and would often quit playing in the middle of performances to take snack breaks). Her parents raised her, and later her sister, on stories alluring and glittering and dreamy, prompting her to contain a certain magic inside of her that had nothing to do with reciting spells. It was obvious from the start that, like most half-blood children, Hyeri had magical blood in her veins; from 'losing' her shoes so she could run barefoot, to magic-ing mashed peas away in favor of ice cream, to, at one point, turning her hair a bright strawberry pink, all of these incidents accidental - things children wished they could do, and would do if they had the means. There were some drawbacks; since their house was a haven for magical means, she wasn't allowed to have friends over often, and she was strictly forbidden to tell others about this secret. For Hyeri, who felt vocalization was a very important part of herself, this was slow torture, but she managed to keep herself occupied in daily life. Her sister, Hyerim, was born a few years after she, and both attended the local Muggle school. While school didn't come naturally to her, she found that sports did, particularly rounders, which was a bit similar to her future position as Beater in the sense that it dealt with a bat and a ball. She often felt herself an inventor of sorts, inheriting her mother's dreamy imagination and some of her habits, along with some of Hyeri's own. Tea leaf reading was a hobby she liked to watch her mother practice after-hours in the herbal tea and apothecary shop her father had helped her open up. She carried these quirks with her into Hogwarts (the day she got her letter, screaming out loud, causing the lights to burst), fascinated in studying the stars as much as she was in learning to fly. Often, she felt that Gryffindor would fit her as well as Hufflepuff; yet as the Sorting Hat was placed over her eyes, it was the loyalty and allegiance of Hufflepuff that won her heart. Rather than wanting to pore over books, Hyeri feels the drive to get out and explore the world - although Hogwarts is certainly interesting enough to appease her explorer's heart. Soon she'll be taking O.W.L's, and though her feet are restless, she cuts out time for studying nonetheless. PERSONALITY Entwined in Hyeri's core is a need to express herself somehow, a trait that shows through her talkative nature and constant hand movements. Why simply acknowledge something is 'over there' when you could point, exclaim, make your body a metaphorical punctuation mark, a flashing exclamation point? If one looks deeply, they might discover that everyone tells stories simply with the way their bodies move; Hyeri's is neither graceful nor pristine. She is a verb rather than a noun, constantly in the act of something, and this, along with her noisy nature, has often brought her into the watchful eyes of professors. Unlike her class clown peers, Hyeri is not searching for a way to get under the skin of authoritative figures; she is simply chatty and inquisitive, and it can be difficult to calm that down for one or two hours in a single class; which is one of the reasons why Hyeri has never been naturally 'good' at school. The subjects (at least some) are interesting, but the idea of sitting in a classroom rather than getting out and experiencing what is, at the moment, only black ink on a page, doesn't appeal to her. That quality, combined with her tendency to slip into a distracted state with ease, and her silly nature, make for someone who does not mix well with the typical teaching methods. However, she applies herself to her studies, having to work a bit harder than a naturally studious person. Hyeri is silly; she admits that openly. In her eyes, most of the population has a tendency to view life too seriously. But laughing, really laughing, letting tears fall down your cheeks and looking stupid and redfaced - that can be one of the most freeing things of all. Sometimes her expressiveness translates into goofy faces and outlandish movements, and to the extent of silliness, she has no filter. The more serious minded might look in distaste to her actions. She has a bit of childhood in her that she hopes to carry with her into old age and never lose, that ability to see nonsense in the most ordinary places. Inherited from her mother is her transparency. If she enjoys a treat, she will announce it with her entire body, putting as much feeling into herself as possible - because those feelings aren't infinite, are they? One day there will be no more, so subconsciously she tries to feel as much of life as she can, to enjoy the simple things. Likewise, if she doesn't enjoy something, she will let it be known. Honesty is a big policy with her. Lying to mask feelings, playing games with the truth, they seem like time wasters to her. She would much rather point things out as they are; "I like you." or "That dress isn't flattering, unnie!" and would want the same courtesy bestowed on her. Here is where she is a bit of a contradiction, though, because brutal honesty is a bit of a rough point with her; she can be quite sensitive. She remains honest with her own beliefs and values as well, and if ever asked about her position on Muggleborns or half-bloods, or any other issue dealing with prejudice against a certain creed, won't hesitate to take the side of fairness. It's something that she holds near and dear to her heart, standing up for others who are undervalued (a sore spot being Muggles, seeing as her own mother is one). When it comes to superstitious beliefs, she will also openly admit that she believes in most of them, which others may and probably already have had a laugh at over. It isn't in her nature to conform, nor to say something to appease others; just as they are entitled to their own opinions, she feels she deserves the same right. In this sense, she doesn't wear the mask that many others wear, the first layer that most have before stripping them down to their true core, which rightfully has both positive and negative connotations. A strong sense of pride is the thorn in her proverbial side, and does not make for a good match with her sensitivity; others' sharp words might last with her for awhile. She can be very determined, and has a quirk of wanting to 'show others'; if they believe her incapable of doing something, she will push even harder to show the world and herself just how capable she is. Determination can go hand in hand with a stubborn streak, she being no exception to the case, and she often won't want to budge. She has a tendency to seek out and attract older figures, as she is almost always the youngest in her group of friends, and likes when others look after her. It's not hard at all to see that she has a caring nature; loyalty is what ultimately won her over to Hufflepuff, and something she values highly. She's an extrovert in almost all ways; social interactions are stimulating rather than exhausting. As a highly hands on person, physical contact is dished out in overabundance, whether through roughhousing or bursts of physical affection. And certainly not least of all is Hyeri's fantastical view of the world. She likes to think in terms of colors and tastes, often associating one or the other with a certain memory, and it's little quirks like these that feed her active imagination. The sky is not only blue, it's the salty tears of a mermaid, with clouds concocted by a sugar wizard and a lemon drop sun emitting hot rays from a candy dragon, and so on, and so on, until she can get lost in her own thoughts. The future is not certain yet, but traveling and being creative somehow (perhaps dreaming up ideas for sugary confectionary that compliment not only the senses but the imagination) are a must for her. She has a strong sense of adventure and could be dubbed as a seeker of trouble; if there is a chance to escape away for the day on a makeshift exploration, she will take it, gladly, in her eagerness to see and do all things exciting. |
