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"Muggles?" Saoirse echoed, as cheerfully careless as if her employer's sister had asked after her weekend.

She knew to be careful around potential Ministry agents -- by now, such caution had become second nature, even without Pollux's warnings -- but in Saoirse's eyes, Niobe was about as far from the magical government as one could get. She was about to give an honest response when by chance she turned to summon the soap and caught sight of Pollux, who had moved out of her way but looked as though he were going to bore a hole in the back of her head with the desperate force of his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," she amended as she switched tactics, as smooth as a freshly poured pint. "No, sorry, he hasn't. He never would. We don't serve Muggles in here."

Taking advantage of the workspace she'd claimed for herself, the witch blithely set to her task. With a flick of her wand, the sink began to fill up with warm water. The soap fluttered slowly over from the shelf to join the hovering dishes, which floated above the bath as they all waited their turn.

It was a dear little house, set all by itself on the edge of a wood with a quaint little stone wall all around it. If it wasn’t for everything that Saoirse knew about this place, she might have even approved of it as a home for a wolf: surrounded by forest, the air full of comforting smells of oak, birch, and muddy earth.

The magical government had held onto Savvina Katopodis for so long that it had started to seem impossible that they’d ever let her go again. More than once since Oscar had gotten word in January that she'd been arrested, Saoirse had daydreamed about storming the underground castle, about rallying a crew and sneaking in to save the Greek witch and any others who had been wrongfully imprisoned.

But the others would never have gone along with it. Everyone knew there wasn’t a hope of breaching that deep, dark place without setting the Ministry’s eyes on you permanently. Even Oscar, who danced around the edges of polite magical society since his partner worked at St. Mungo’s, hadn’t dared send a discreet reply back to their imprisoned comrade.

Whatever had made the Ministry let go of Savinna after so many months, they couldn’t have chosen a place farther in spirit from their underground lair in central London. When they’d again gotten word that Savvina had been moved from the Ministry, Saoirse had conjured up all kinds of horrible prisons: towering fences, sinister watchtowers on every corner, prisoners bound with silver chains. This place, though, couldn't be farther from it. The low stone wall surrounding the little house looked as though it couldn't keep a stubby gnome out of the overgrown garden, let out a headstrong werewolf who was determined to find her way through.

Saoirse kept her wand in her hand as she crept toward the edge of the property, the hair prickled on the back of her neck and her senses alert to any hint of danger. She’d chosen this day because it was so close to the full moon. With any luck, the Ministry bloodrobes would let their guard down and be less likely to keep a close eye on Savvina now that her wolfishness had faded, but there was still a danger that they could be waiting for her here.

Then, suddenly, before she ever would have expected it, she spotted the long-lost wolf that she’d come here for. There stood Savinna Katopodis, her curly black hair pulled back and dressed for a muddy session tending to the garden, craning her neck to see who had come to visit.

A week ago, she might have given into her instincts and bolted to throw her arms around her friend, but the waning moon always left prudence in its wake. Saiorse stayed riveted in place, her eyes wide, staring in astonishment at the ghost on the other side of the quaint stone wall.

It was often a bit of a rush between cleaning up after their book club meetings and opening for the night, and so Saoirse had set about her task with a singular focus after the guests had left. She'd used her wand to collect all of the dirty dishes and plates,  letting them hang unobtrusively in the air until her boss finished his usual mingling and the path to the sink was finally clear. Next, she'd scoured all of the surfaces and begun to set out each of the little menu stands on the barrels and tabletops, but even when she busied herself by putting them out by hand, there was only so long she could reasonably delay.

There was also only so much she could pretend to ignore, especially when Pollux's volume was increasing with his level of indignity. Huffing a sigh, Saoirse snuck an impatient look over her shoulder. There didn't really seem to be a point in not interrupting if her boss and his sister were going to have a fierce row right in the middle of the brewery.

It didn't take her very long to decide. With a flick of her wand, she sent the dirty dishes floating over in the direction of the sink. Then, quick as a flash, she too apparated to the opposite side of the bar to intercept them, right next to the two quarreling siblings.

"Alright, hey, Niobe?" Saoirse said cheerfully, using her elbows to reclaim a bit of space back from Pollux. She not-so-secretly admired her employer's sister, who struck her as fearless and a bit cool and not at all afraid to get herself dirty when she dug in the mud against those in power. "Ah, sorry, Pol. I don't suppose you could back up a bit there, yeah?"

Character Name: Saoirse Dixon
URL Link to Biography: https://absitomen.com/index.php?topic=21272.msg196598;topicseen#new

Type of Creature: Unregistered Werewolf

How did they become a creature? Saoirse was bitten when she was seven years old. A pack of werewolves that were aligned with Voldemort attacked the small group of Muggleborn refugees that she and her mother had been hiding with.

Are they registered with the Ministry of Magic?: No

If yes, what does registry entail? Saoirse was registered with the Canadian Ministry of Magic under the name Saoirse O’Cullane when she lived in Toronto as a child, but she has chosen not to register in the United Kingdom.

Are they considered a 'Dark' Creature?: Maybe?

If yes, are they currently under pursuit by the Ministry of Magic?: No

What crimes have they committed?  Were they convicted? Saoirse has remained an unregistered werewolf, getting her wolfsbane on the black market. She is wanted by the Canadian Ministry of Magic for disappearing. If she came to the attention of the United Kingdom’s Ministry, it would probably not be hard to identify her.

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Full Character Name: Saoirse Dixon
Character Birthday & Age: 22; June 18, 1990
City & Country of Birth: London, United Kingdom
Blood Purity: Halfblood
Alma Mater: Pinebrook Academy of Witchcraft & Wizardry
Job/Position: Server and occasional bartender at Hopworts Brewing Co.

Wand: Phoenix feather, maple, 9 ⅔ inches, knobby, natural, and rigid.

Physical Description:
At first glance, Saoirse looks very young and unassuming, standing just an inch over five feet, but her build is more solid and wiry than waifish. She has thick, springy dark red curls that she keeps just past shoulder-length; although she often wears her hair down, she’ll pull it back when she is working. Dark brown freckles stand out against her light brown skin; invasive comments or offending nicknames based on them will earn one a black, disdainful mark with her.

Her accent most often sounds Irish, but it can occasionally drift. Particularly when talking to those from Canada or the United States, Saoirse will pick up their enunciation.

Saoirse buys most of her clothes second-hand from both magical and Muggle shops, so her look can be a bit eccentric: bright clothes one day, clashing patterns the next. She makes most of her own jewelry from things she finds while mudlarking or urban spelunking, which she wears proudly.

The full moon often leaves her looking worn, withdrawn, and even younger than usual, with dark circles under her eyes.

Personality Description:
Community means everything to Saoirse. Although she is seemingly blase and dismissive about the idea of blood relations, her loyalty to her found family could never be questioned. She is quick to offer help to others, especially if they seem lost or on the edges of society, and goes out of her way to look out for those that she’s adopted as one of her people. Around friends, she is cheerful and outspoken, but she is much quieter and reserved around those she doesn’t trust or know. Many of the contradictions inherent in magical society frustrate her, and she has no patience for those who seem to flaunt things that they haven’t earned.

Saoirse can be prickly about authority figures and often assumes the worst about their intentions. A perceptive listener might notice that she talks about the Ministry similar to the way that they behaved during Voldemort’s reign of terror. Perhaps due to her distrust for the government, she also believes strongly in community defense, grounded in ideas that any marginalized community should be prepared to protect itself. Her keen senses and quick reflexes make her an able enough dueler, and she’s happy to both help train and learn from others. She also loves exploring, and is thrilled whenever she can drag someone along to dig in the mud along the Thames or venture into some abandoned stretch of London’s sewer.

Saoirse is strongly opposed to the idea of werewolf registration and dislikes when her condition is spoken of like an illness, as if the werewolf inside her is a disease rather than simply who she is. The recent attacks on safe houses and werewolf disappearances have left her feeling extremely unsafe. She doesn’t trust the Ministry to protect her community at all.

History:
Saoirse was born in London to a Jamaican halfblood father and an Irish Muggleborn mother. Her parents had both recently started at St. Mungo’s when they met, fell in love, got married, and had their first child, and events did not necessarily transpire in that order. Although they were very young and immature and didn’t quite know what they were getting into, David Dixon and Eabha O’Cullane still tried hard to make their small family work.

After Saoirse was born, the couple decided that Eabha would leave her job to handle childcare until their daughter was old enough for Hogwarts. But the magical world had other plans for them. Not long after, tensions rose drastically as You-Know-Who returned. The Dixons moved back to Athenry in County Galway close to Eabha’s family to try and stay safe. This was an uncomfortable time in young Saoirse’s life, as her father and grandparents were never really comfortable with each other, and neither her mother or father coped well with the growing danger that they faced.

In 1997, everything suddenly fell apart. The Ministry was taken over by purists, David was ambushed on his way into work, and Eabha was forced to grab Saoirse and go on the run. Although they found a small community with a group of similar refugees, even that fell apart one night when a pack of werewolves attacked. Although Saoirse didn’t die, it took all of her mother’s knowledge as a former St. Mungo’s potioneer to keep her newly-turned daughter alive and safe.

The war ended, and word came that David died in Azkaban. Eabha had no interest in being part of a world that had turned on her and murdered her husband. She got a job at a magical hospital in Canada, switched back to using her maiden name, and brought Saoirse to Toronto. Saoirse was registered as a werewolf, and got her first taste of the extremely strict Werewolf Registration laws in her new country. Although she attended Pinebrook Academy, her school years were difficult: Saoirse felt like the way she talked and looked made her stick out like a broken wand amongst her classmates, and she constantly felt like a prisoner with her strictly-regulated transformations. She blamed her mother for a lot of it.

At 18, as soon as she graduated, Saoirse immediately took her supply of wolfsbane and left for London without telling anyone. She has now been in London for a few years. She luckily connected with other unregistered werewolves very quickly, and has formed something of a support group with them. Although she’s managed to build a small life for herself, the growing anti-werewolf rhetoric is starting to gnaw at her. With the kidnappings and recent attacks on werewolf safe houses, nowhere feels safe.

Describe your job duties and how you go about them:
Saoirse has jumped from odd job to odd job since coming to London. In mid-2011, she found a home at Hopworks Brewing Co. in Bermondsey. She works as a server and occasional bartender when the brewery is open in the evening, and often helps out with errands or minor brewing tasks during the day.

She also makes a little bit of money making and selling her own jewelry and small art pieces, integrating bits and bobs that she finds while adventuring around London.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field:
Saoirse spent a summer working at the Lunar Cafe in Toronto while she was in school, where she learned the basics of being a waitress. She is a quick learner and a hard worker.

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Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Though she has a strong distrust of authority, Saoirse Dixon cares fiercely about her adopted community. An unregistered werewolf herself, the recent threats and affronts to the werewolf population in the United Kingdom have not sat well with her.