11 3/4 inches in length, made out of Yew wood, with a core of Veela Hair,  a bit on the inflexible side and with a majestic shaft sculpted in shape of a rose stem, Amara's wand carries a rich history full of both evil and good.
This particular wand has been in the Báthory family since the XVII century. With the help of a known contemporary wand maker, the founders of the family slowly began creating a wand that would be their “Excalibur”. Because yew and Veela hair were the only materials that resonated with Anna Báthory, and because yew was known for its grim association with dark magic and Veela hair for its volatile nature, the wand maker balanced the attributes by adding a knob made of quartz known for its successful use in healing and love magic. It has a mind of its own and often acts of its own accord, it is loyal to her chosen wielder, but can prove deadly to anybody else that tries to wield it.

Initially, the wand was simply named „Rózsa” (Rose), but later, after their Romanian assimilation, other people that witnessed its terrible nature in action called it „Trandafirul Morții” (The Rose of Death). The wand always chooses female members of the family, often the eldest daughter, fact that also changed the inheritance rules of the Báthorys, establishing succession by matrilineality.



Since the 18th century, due to a lack of pureblood matches and an increase in male offspring, the Báthorys have married Veelas every three generations. Hundreds of years of inbreeding with these beautiful beings, have given the Báthory family members a sort of ethereal beauty that entrances and bewitches.

Standing at 5'1 feet, with a petite frame, Amara is often mistaken for a human-sized doll. However, despite her height, her body is nicely proportioned, with long and delicate limbs, a small waist, slightly wider hips and incredibly beautiful hands.

The family members usually have blonde hair, or, rarely, light shades of brown, however, in 1776 Elena Báthory had a curse backfire on her and caused her hair to turn silvery-white. The hair color somehow made its way into the gene pool and, once every century, the gene appears. This century Amara has inherited the gene... and it makes for a beautiful sight: her hair is mass of loose silvery curls that reaches all the way to her behind, and oftentimes, in dark rooms, it catches the light and shines in shades of blue or purple, in the shadows, or red and yellow, near a light source. In perfect accordance to her hair, the skin is pale, with a rosy tint, and smooth, with no sign of imperfection like delicate bone china.

Her facial features are reminiscent of porcelain dolls: a round face with a small, slightly pointy chin, a delicate button nose and small, pouty lips with a natural rosy tint. In her entire doll-like appearance, her eyes are the only things that betray her real self, she has big eyes, with long feathery lashes; the color of her eyes changes from ice blue to light violet, but they are cold, almost lifeless... they show no expression and often instill suspicion in the beholder.

She carries herself in an elegant way, moving with poise and delicacy, with subtle and fluid moves -often appearing to have materialized out of nowhere-, but to the observant eye it all seems mechanic, like the brain is doing it out of routine, but the body doesn’t seem to want to follow. Her posture is at all times straight and rigid, elegant to the normal eye, cautious to the knowing eye.
Her wardrobe consists of mostly monochromatic pieces of clothing, with the exception of a few dress robes and special occasion dresses. With her family having old nobility roots and a vast accumulated wealth, she prefers only the best quality, but the best quality doesn’t always mean the most famous brands. She has a fondness for period clothing, and often tries to introduce some elements of them into her everyday outfits. She is rarely, if almost never, seen wearing trousers, believing them undignified for a lady, and also feeling they do not suit her features.

In contrast with her age and appearance, her voice is surprisingly, quite deep, but words roll off her tongue fluidly; her speech has a sort of monotony that can be either soothing or annoying, never once raising her voice if not completely necessary and even then quite soft. She speaks rather slowly, emphasizing words, as necessary, in speech. But most of all, she doesn’t often speak, unless asked, and even then she keeps it short and cryptic, she believes spoken words have little truth and meaning in them.

Amara, is aware of her beauty, but does not care much about it, as she has little interest in human interaction, sometimes, she even considers it a burden because it brings a lot of unwanted attention.


After her mother’s death and her father’s behavior following the tragedy, Amara became the ghost of what she once was, a hollowed body with no emotions. Over the years she learned to feign emotions and show the world what they would normally want to see, but with all the theory in her head, the practical application was far from normal. Some of the elders of the family, which looked at her birth as an omen for the end of the family, often called her a “machine in a witch’s body”.

She has minimum social skills and even those, learned from books and watching other interactions, but she doesn’t feel them, doesn’t see their purpose. She never talks, unless asked, and only if the discussion is necessary in some way, idle chat is something she has never done and wouldn’t even know where to begin. She has few human relationships, and even those broken and unusual, most of them are with her family or people surrounding her as she grew up: her sister, her governess Miss Richards, her home school professors and so on. However, she has a special relationship with the ghost of her ancestor, with whom she shares quite a lot in common.

She believes herself incapable of sustaining a human relationship, feeling unable to tap into the emotions that bind them together, reason for which she avoids human contact as much as possible, unless it is truly needed. She has a deep connection with animals and magical creatures and prefers their company above everything else, if only because “they’re more human than any human, I’ve ever had the occasion of knowing”.

In the few times she speaks, she is always proper and polite, at times too straightforward, not understanding some social boundaries, and overall cold. Her tone of voice and posture often leaves the impression that she is uninterested or simply doesn’t care, which she usually doesn’t. She tends to get a bit self-defensive around boys and men, often refusing to even acknowledge their presence, because of personal trauma with young boys from her time spent in the Romanian wizarding society.

Occasionally, she has moments of pure rage, when she turns into a completely different person, luckily, however, because of her anti-social behavior, no one, except her family has ever witnessed it. Because of this “time-bomb” inside of her, her entire behavior in the presence of others is something mechanical and calculated. She is often curious about human interactions, emotions, and how they work, never, truly, having experienced them, at least not after her mother’s death; those are the few times when she will often talk without being asked.

Because of the way her mother died, she carries a vicious hatred towards werewolves and often keeps away from them, in order not to “lose herself” -as she often refers to it-, and do something that might not be “proper” as her father has instructed her.


Family Background

In the first half of the XVII century the wizarding members of both the Ecsed and Somlyó branches of the Báthory family, decided to split from their muggle counterpart. After the scandal with Erzsébet, Anna, her daughter, retreated to Transylvania in order to distance herself from the association with her mother’s murders. Once settled at the court of George II Rákóczi, a not so distant relative, she started thinking on why her mother had turned to such dark magic in order to preserve her beauty. Eventually, after some years, realizing her own aging, she became as obsessed as her mother, but her friendship with a kind pureblooded nobleman from the court, and the love he bore for her, kept her sane enough to resort to any gruesome acts.

 Following her mother’s obsession with beauty and youth, seeing the power it held over humans, Anna married the nobleman, and created their own family, keeping only the name from her mothers’ respected but now notorious family. Their motto and coat of arms are what remains today of the original documents. The main motif of every symbolic representation related to the family, a rose and their motto, „Szépségbemocskolja a lelket” (Beauty defiles the soul) -later adapted for their Romanian descent to „Frumusețea pervertește sufletul” (Beauty perverts the soul), firmly attested to their belief that beauty is the most powerful weapon.

Transylvania (at that time) was under Hungarian occupation, so the change wasn’t harsh, but the people were incredibly different. Being a witch or wizard in the area was dangerous business, indeed… The common people had thousands of superstitions, and had deeply religious natures, any sort of occult was the work of the Devil, and they acted violently towards anybody suspected of having relations to magic. Some notable members of the family were actually burned on the stake, or burned out of their houses in riots.

 In those times, there were few pureblood families in the area and the women of the family seemed to produce only male offspring. The Báthorys refused to unify with muggles or half-Bloods, because of the dangers posed by the uncovering of their magical nature. So, the head of family at the time decided to interbreed with Veelas, for their beauty, but also for their magical abilities.

Over the years, the Báthory family has spawned many different remarkable women, both good and dark witches. But starting with Erzsébet, and whatever caused her to go insane, every daughter in the family had some hidden dark side in them, most times it remained dormant, other times it balanced well with their normal, or good self, but sometimes, especially, if the witch had a tendency toward the dark arts, that dormant evil, simply exploded and took over them completely. Some of these witches, like Elena “Sângeroasa” (The Bloody) Báthory, followed in the footstep of the “Blood Countess” and went on a killing rampage, simply for the sake of killing. In Elena’s case, it was because of the belief that somehow the taken lives will add up to her own. She met a tragic death at the hands of her own husband. Mad with grief over his wife’s actions, he took her life and then his own, leaving their two children in the care of their full Veela grandmother and her capricious nature.

In more recent years, the family moved from Alba-Iulia to Sibiu, a larger, modernized city, where they’d have more chances of getting by unnoticed. There they continued their family’s business, which had many branches, all specializing in some sort of wizarding services, and with the growing population of magical people, theirs were indeed highly sought, because of their expertise and old teachings. They accumulated a grand wealth, but they never used in excess, they chose only the best, but of only what proved truly necessary. One of the few unwritten laws of the Báthory family was their belief that all magical beings and creatures ought to be treated with respect; therefore they never employed house elves in their homes, instead preferring to employ humans in their services. Every heiress of the family was to have a governess and taught all the basics of both the wizarding world, but also of the muggle one, in order to easily move in the non-magical world without exposing their nature. Following their ten years of home schooling, the Báthorys have been furthering their studies at the Durmstrang Institute for centuries, always graduating with the best of results.

Victor Andrej Báthory was born in 1966 to Paul Iosif Báthory, a vile man of dark magic and full Veela, Alina Dragoman. He matured into adulthood, graduating from the Durmstrang Institute, Oberteil Strata -as each and every member of the family since its beginnings-, specializing in Spellworks, and was offered a high place in the wizarding politics of Romania. In 1985 he was arranged to marry a young girl from the Petrovici family, an influent pureblood family with strong Veela blood from București. Otilia was a beautiful petite girl of only 17, kind and loving with a big appetite for life. Victor, as every man of the Báthory family, had more than enough frustrations regarding the family inheritance system -when no female child was born into the family, the head of the family would be the closest living female member, until a daughter was born in the current generation-, and therefore became a distant, cold person, constantly irritated, with a hateful look in his eyes at all times, causing his wife to avoid him and even fear him.

News of Voldemort’s return had reached Romania, and with his political status, Victor heard of it first. In a private meeting, the Romanian Minister of Magic, reminded Victor, with disgust, that the Báthory family had silently supported Grindelwald’s reign of terror in the forties and they also completely ignored the First Wizarding War. So in order for him to clear his family’s name and make up for his family’s indirect atrocities, the Ministry decided to send him to England as an ambassador, to see if the rumors of Voldemort’s return were real. By August 1992, Victor and his wife were living in a townhouse in London, with Victor occupying the position of Ambassador of Wizarding Romania.

Early years and childhood

Rather out of obligation than anything else, come 1994, on a cold, rainy day of spring, Amara Ecaterina Báthory was born, after 17 hours of painful labor. The little bundle of joy, inherited the “cursed hair” as the old senile women of the family used to call it, and she was received with skepticism by the rest of the family abroad, but not her parents. The moment Victor first held his daughter in his arms, he changed into a completely different person, he became warm and loving towards his wife, and every spare time he had, was spent with little Amara.

 As a child Amara was a lovely little thing: always smiling, full of life, playful, deeply attached to her parents, very smart, and curious about everything around her. With her father working days and nights, her love for her mother was growing stronger every day, they were inseparable. One day in November 1996, the Báthory family was blessed with another child, named Emilia Maria Báthory, after her mothers’ newfound obsession with Shakespeare.

As Emilia reached six months, the two girls were almost living in a sort of symbiosis, they were hungry at the same time, they refused to be in a room without each other, and they only played together. Amara was trying to teach everything her family had taught her to her younger sister, but most of the time, the age gap made it impossible.

With a war in full blaze throughout the United Kingdom, Amara’s parents decided for the sake of their daughter’s future, to join the resistance. They left the girls in the care of their governess and homeschool teachers and joined the battle front. In March 1998, three days before Amara’s fourth birthday, tragedy struck the Báthorys as Otilia was savagely killed by a werewolf in Voldemort’s service, while scouting one of their gatherings. By the time the War was over their father returned home a changed man, a hollow vessel, no emotions, no feelings on the inside, and while Emilia had no way of understanding what happened to their mother, Amara did, and it broke something inside of her.

The once joyous child, Amara was now, cold, fragile and almost as hollow as her father. She refused to speak a word for almost two years after her mother’s death, but followed her education training and chores perfectly with no resistance whatsoever. The relationship with her father was beyond strained, almost nonexistent, they lived in the same house, but never saw each other, unless some social visit to her father required it. As Amara’s seventh birthday came, she seemed to have gotten back into a normal rhythm; for all could see she was a proper, elegant, educated young lady, albeit very shy and silent, but at a closer look, there seemed something very wrong in her eyes. The only social interactions she used to have, had been with her sister, Emilia, whom she protected and instructed as an older sister would, but nonetheless, for a family member, her attitude was cold and distant, almost as a governess instructing her pupil. Her other companions were animals, she would spend hours in their presence, and seemed almost like a normal child in her interactions with them… but she never smiled, not truly.

When Amara was eight years old, her father sent for Alexandru Țiriac, in Romania, he was the keeper of the family records, and teachings, and most importantly, the keeper of “Rózsa”, the family wand. Starting that year, the girl was beginning her training as heir of the Báthory family, she was taught their history, their beliefs, their ancient ways; she finally began learning the basics of practical wandless magic, as well as magical theory. Amara diligently memorized it all. Her father began to take an interest in her education, not for her sake, but for the sake of keeping up the family standards. He would often converse with her on various subjects, all related to her training as an heiress; once in a while, even about the family business, instructing her on her responsibilities once she’d taken over. Watching those conversations seemed like watching a very well-acted play, both of them kept up pretenses of a normal father-daughter conversation, but in reality they were both deeply disturbed and uncomfortable having to do it. At times, when her father had visitors of high place in the wizarding world, he’d occasionally hug her when it was time for her to go to bed, those moments left Amara confused; she didn’t feel anything, anything at all, just a vast nothingness inside, and any sort of human contact usually aggravated it.

Her great-great-great grandmother was the only direct female descendant still alive, and the current head of the family. She had seen almost two centuries pass by and she no longer judged as she used to. She refused to have any sort of contact with the Báthorys overseas, firstly because she considered them deserters, having left their homeland and secondly because of Amara and the omen her genes had brought. The rest of the family however, although skeptical, decided it was time for Amara to come into her inheritance, if only in name, as the old witch hadn’t much to live. On the day of Amara’s tenth birthday, preparations were made, and a visit was arranged to the Báthory estate in the countryside near Sibiu, Romania. The moment she stepped inside the manor house, Amara felt an eerie sensation that she somehow belonged there, that the house wanted her there, trapped inside, never to be ever shown to the world again.

Her visit in her homeland, which felt foreign yet familiar, proved to be awakening to the silver haired girl. She connected instantly to the memories of her ancestors and especially to that of Elena Báthory returned as a ghost and, thankfully, in her right mind. She continued her instruction as future heiress under the tutelage of the family elders and began to slowly show signs that she’d be over her mothers’ demise. Approaching Amara’s eleventh birthday, it was time to verify “Rózsa’s” allegiance. As expected, the moment the wand was in her hand, it immediately bonded with the girl, however it also woke up something in her, something only she realized, something that frightened her and so decided to conceal it.

After more than a year spent in Romania and with everything prepared for Amara’s leave for school, Victor and his two daughters returned to England. On the night of March the 7th, on Amara’s eleventh birthday, at precisely 2:30 in the morning, two owls arrived at her window, one carrying a letter with the Hogwarts seal, the other from the Durmstrang Institute. Amara, wished to follow in Aunt Elena’s steps, and accept the letter from her family’s Alma Mater. For the first time in her life, she actually vociferated her request in front of her father, but she met a cold denial for an answer.

Hogwarts years

Amara’s first year at Hogwarts was difficult. Used to having her intimacy and despising to be in the same room with more than three people at once, proved to be quite a problem. She kept to herself, never engaging in conversation unless the actual conversation had a point. Not even her dorm mates could say they knew her, the only reason they even knew her name was because of their classes together, but otherwise she never bothered to carry on a conversation consisting of more than ten words, and even those, a necessity. The incessant tries at conversation, the dorm life, with its horrible violation of her privacy, the amount of people around her… they all nearly drove her off the edge. All this, on top of her constant battle with herself by trying to suppress those dark urges that kept coming and going since the moment she first held her wand. She eventually cracked. By the end of the first year Amara had developed a sort of split personality, her dark side, constantly trying to reach out for control and her normal, hollow self, battling the other.

 When she returned home that year, she nearly scarred her sister for life, hexing her, over an association with a young muggle boy. She would have these moments of uncontrollable madness, pure evil, but expressed overly calm, coming out of nowhere, a blood thirst worthy of the most vicious criminals. Her father called them “the sociopathic tendencies of the damned women of this family”. After recognizing the “symptoms”, Victor decided to send his daughter to Romania for the summer. Under the close instruction of Elena, who had been through the exact same thing, but unfortunately, hadn’t been able to fight it, Amara learned how to control and redirect her “tendencies” towards her magical core, to eliminate them for her own safety or briefly use them to amplify her powers. However, Elena told her, that the moment she used her rage, her blood thirst, in her magic, with the purpose to harm, she’ll be lost forever, and tragedy will strike, as it had struck with herself centuries ago.

In the next years at Hogwarts, life had become routine, and she was now able to live a seemingly normal life. Her sociability was still almost non-existent, but she remarked herself as an almost perfect student. She was studying diligently, although she was completely indifferent to it, she neither liked it, nor disliked it, she just did it because it was expected. Even in class, she never talked if not asked, but when asked she always had an answer ready, a good one, and surprisingly not one memorized word-by-word from a book. In her second year, she considered getting poorer results because of the normal pleasantries that came with a good mark. But her family’s expectations had soon dissipated the thought.

When either meal was served she could usually be seen entering and leaving the hall in five minutes or not at all, when she ccould help it. She usually had a book by her plate, so she could easily dodge any intention at conversation. When she was not in class, she could be found in the most desolated places of the castle, usually in the library, dark nooks in the dungeons, empty classrooms, or near the lake and always with a book in one hand and with the other petting her cat, Freija, the youngest one of her pets and the most anti-social. She took it with her at Hogwarts specifically for her temperament, Freija is kind and loving towards nobody else but Amara, and it goes as far as even attacking anybody that poses a threat to the girl’s intimacy, not to mention her safety.

In her third year a small miracle happened, with the introduction of “Care of Magical Creatures" in her schedule. For the first time in ages, Amara showed curiosity, interest and even enthusiasm, but no smile, not just yet. She had always been fond of animals, to the point of hoarding them around the house, since nobody really cared, as long as they were not in the way and she did not bother anybody with their care. She usually took in injured animals, kept them until they recovered and let them back in the wild, but she had three cats, a ferret, a dog and a small family of bats that had been the only things she had ever called “friends” since her infancy. Ghost, her ferret, was a gift for her third birthday from her mother, she treasured it deeply, maybe even loved it, if she was capable of such emotion.

If she was any less memorable in her physical appearance, you could call Amara a ghost, but because of her looks she is often remembered.


Amara has a thirst for knowledge but driven only out of a lack of occupation and the desire to not leave any room for disappointment in her role as an heiress. She has no plans for her future, no great expectations or grandiose plans; the only thing she wants is to reach her seventeenth birthday as fast as possible, so she can come into her inheritance and position, not only in name, but also in action. She will do everything and more to achieve her one and only goal and she will destroy everything and everyone standing in her way. She also has a very dark side, a thirst for blood with no logical cause, that most of the times is kept under control, but occasionally, in the rare times when something bothers her, glimpses of it can be seen. Cunning, however, as they describe some Slytherins, is not one of her traits, she will either do everything straightforward, if it is absolutely necessary, or not at all, if it is not in her best interest.


"I would very much like to know when this nonsense will all be over, Aunt Elena.”

The little girl with silver hair sat arms crossed on the marble bench in the family rose garden, looking rather uninterested, yet her tone implied a certain anxiety. She tapped her fingers delicately on her other arm while staring her “aunt’s” ghost -for she was no aunt, but rather a grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grandmother- deep in the eyes, silently demanding an answer.

“My sweet, there is no end to it. It is who you are, and we, as witches must learn to accept all magical things. And that is what your “demon” is, as you call it. Speaking of… Lovely, why would you use such a Muggle term? Oh, never mind. The point is that these two months, with the little I can do in this cursed form; we’ll be working on how to suppress your rages. It won’t be easy, but you are of Báthory blood, wielder of “Trandafirul Morții”, you are a strong little lady” said Elena while sitting down next to Amara, and smiling gently at her.

The little girl looked up at Elena’s translucent face, with a cold expression in her eyes and nodded silently. Her “aunt” sat up and urged Amara to follow her. Suddenly she stopped and turned to look at the girl, “Being afraid is only human, Ecaterina, you have to know that. Are you? Afraid?” she asked with a sad smile playing on her face.

Turning her sight to the ground Amara noticed a butterfly flying off of a rose petal, fallen in the grass beneath her bare feet. For a moment she considered following it, only to escape answering the question. After several moments of silence, she finally looked at Elena and nodded, “I am. Not for me, but father, Emi -especially Emi… You know, right? That’s why father sent me here, didn’t he? Because of what I did to Emi? I didn’t mean it, I promise I didn’t. It was just that Muggle boy. She can’t be friends with him. Father said it’s not good if they know we are magical people, we have to keep the statue of secrecy-”

“Statute, Ecaterina” interrupted her aunt while pointing an accusatory finger at the girl.

“Statue -statute of secrecy” repeated Amara like reciting a poem “or else the entire wizarding world would be in danger. I swear I didn’t mean it, but I just got very angry. Was father upset, Aunt Elena?” added the little girl in a small voice.

“First of all, young lady, despite his behavior, your father loves you and understands that what is happening is not your fault, it’s beyond anybody’s control and it will keep happening, even after you learn some control over it, but it will not be as bad. And to Emilia you are everything; you know her entire world revolves around you, child. And she will not even remember it when she grows older and if she does, she has forgiven you the moment she knew you did not mean it. Also, look at me-” she paused, straightened her back and looked the little girl deep in her round blue eyes, with a stern face “we are Báthory women, we are strong, we stand alone and we do not trifle with muggles, not only for the dangers they pose to the magical society, but also for their limited capabilities of understanding anything that defies their laws, written and unwritten. You remember that and tell your sister the same when you next see her, do you understand?”

Amara nodded silently and followed her aunt closely as she began to walk towards the gate of the garden. She was scared, but father told her Báthory women show no fear, even if they have it. She wondered what Emi was doing, father didn’t even let her say good-bye. She was probably chasing Anya and Mira in the garden… Miss Richards would yell at her that “It’s not the way of a proper young lady”, but what did Emi care for proper young ladies.

“Aunt Elena, thank you” said the girl firmly with a stoic expression.

 Amara hurried in front of her aunt, loudly counting the numbers of rose petals scattered on the grassy path, leaving Elena with no time to answer; she chose to smile instead and shake her head, silently whispering “Children…”.


Beautiful, cold and dangerous are perhaps the three adjectives that best describe Amara’s behavior as a teenager of fourteen. She has no concept of human relationships, in terms of what they really are and how they work; she has no set purpose in life, apart from inheriting what is rightfully hers and reinstating the Báthory family to its former glory. But what she lacks as a human being, she makes up for as a witch: she is very smart and well-read and a very talented and powerful witch. She is of old, noble blood, both in the wizarding and muggle world, and was therefore taught to act the part of on, at all times -regarding whether in conflict or not- she will show only the most proper behavior befitting a young lady of her status.



Just as she was starting to open up during her fourth year at school, a tragedy changed Amara's future forever. She had finally started to regain a sense of normalcy—forming connections, finding one of her own, the half-veela Demitria Strelnikov, getting into an exciting mysterious group called Gwyllion Fae, running into her own demons on top of the Astronomy Tower, only to be found out by Professor Trishna and even having her first crush, the Charms Professor, Nightingale Kesali.

But on the second day of Christmas, 2009, her younger sister, Emilia Báthory, meets with an unfortunate accident that ends her life too soon—and along with her death, went Amara's last connection to humanity, resulting in a severe psychotic breakdown. Since then, her family "curse" has completely taken hold of her; her notions of morality and humanity disappear completely. However, as a side-effect her emotional impairment and lack of understanding for societal norms seem to have completely gone... at least, in appearance.

Coming with her full bloom into psychopathy is her increased interest in the Dark Arts as well. Given that her "moral anchor" has gone - and the fact that she's also no longer compelled to respond to Victor's authority - Amara has decided to fully immerse herself in her family traditions—which include studying the Dark Arts.

Centuries ago, the Báthory family has started inbreeding with Veelas. The cause for such a decision was a lack of purebloods at the time and an increase of male offspring. The entire ideology of the family bases itself on beauty and it's consequences and effects so veela blood was considered the best option at the time. It has remained an old tradition to unify with a full Veela every three generations.

Amara is 3/4 parts Veela, having both paternal and maternal grandmothers full Veelas, as well as grandfathers of Veela descent. Until the age of four she did not fully realize her ancestry, but after her mother's death, her Veela abilities started to act out. Unable to control them and often creating various incidents while outside the house, her father decided it was time to put an end to it and called for his mother to instruct the little girl.

Alina Báthory,  née Dragoman,  was a cold woman, very capricious and often exhibited a Harpy-like attitude when angered. She taught Amara with an iron hand, often punishing her when she was not able to do what was requested of her. Until Amara's tenth birthday, her grandmother had taught her how to completely subside her Veela abilities and how to call them when needed.

During her visit in Romania, the elders of the family, many of whom happened to be Veelas also shared some of the secrets of their kind and further helped the girl hone her abilities. However the moment she bonded with "Rózsa",  her veela abilities took a turn for the worse. When she got even remotely angry, or even if she would have a sudden mood change, her abilities would act out uncontrollably often leaving the little girl magically drained and physically exhausted.

When she returned to her homeland for the holidays between the first and second year to contain her inherited psychotic tendencies, she also restarted her veela training.

Over the course of the next few years she got back most of the control she used to have over her abilities. But, despite having full control in manipulating it's dose of power, calling it when needed and also dissipating it's power with no problems, her entrancing glamour continued to, very rarely, act up in extremely stressful or emotional situations.


Amara refuses to use her abilities if she does not find herself in a very dangerous situation, which doesn't happen all that often.  Her ancestors have made it clear to her that, as a half-breed, using it excessively has it's repercussions. She often fears the effects of her entrancing glamour on other people, as she does not like company, and, consequently, neither does she like attention. When her bewitching abilities act out of her control, she usually retreats to an isolated place until it's power diminishes or passes completely. As her sudden bursts do not happen often, it isn't too much of an inconvenience to her day-to-day life. The charm holds power over the victim, as long as the victim is in Amara's line of sight. Very rarely, the charm has permanent or long term effects on the victim, very minimal however (for example: the afflicted might feel like they know Amara from somewhere, if she has used the charm on them, even if they have not been ever introduced; a person that knows her passingly, may in the future be predisposed to being in her company etc).


Her Veela charm has three possible states. When it is activated but not aided by singing or dancing, it simply attracts some attention over her person; people tend to look closer, listen more intently, even make the courage to talk to her if they are usually a shy person. It takes no toll on Amara and could keep it up for hours at a time.

Adding singing to the equation, takes it up a notch: often people would go out of their way to see and hear her, others might experience an instant liking, if the relationship with the afflicted is already good, the person might even do something she asks them to, as long as it does not go against the persons' principles. She usually can't keep it up for more than an hour, as it causes a temporary magic drain.

Dancing is what makes her Veela charm dangerous, but only for male beings, as opposed to the other two stages. It causes a zombie-like state of mind in the afflicted and sometimes, even makes them  do some unbelievable things in order to get closer to her. For a half-breed it is immensely hard to keep up for more than five minutes, and it causes a magical drain and also physical weakness going as far as a temporary comatose state.

However as Amara is neither fond of dancing nor singing, even in those incredibly rare times when she is using the charm, she only taps into the second and third level of her ability, if she finds herself in lethal danger. Her outbursts, however, vary in power and duration, depending on the factors that have caused it.

Because of the charm's nature to force out actions on the victim, the afflicted may or may not remember their actions under the influence of the charm, it all depends on various factors laying with the victim (for example: if they have a very weak personality and constitution, and may be considered more as "followers" than leaders, they might remember the entire incident, because they are more predisposed to being forced to do something, while stronger personalities may have an inner battle, the brain refusing to compute the overtaking of its abilities to make choices).

Amara had always had the bad habit of hoarding pets around the manor, and her love for animals had only increased after her mother passed away. Her love of animals had started with her mother gifting her the first pet, a beautiful baby ferret named Ghost. After her mother's passing, she had gotten into the habit of picking up injured animals, treat them and then release them, if they were wild animals, if however they were domesticated and seemed to not have an owner, she took them in.

During the summer vacation of her third year, while visiting Romania at the of June, an old lady had gifted her two kittens of her own cat's litter, one for Amara, one for her younger sister. She told the girl the kittens are magical in the sense that they will grow up to be a mirror to their masters and the perfect companion. Amara had not given much thought to the lady, she was merely happy to offer love and protection to the animal.

By September, Freija, as she had named the kitten, had turned into exactly what the old lady had said. From her initial pure white coloring, the cat grew into a beautiful Lilac Point, and most surprisingly, her eyes perfectly mirrored the Majorelle blue of Amara's eyes. Freyr, Emilia's tomcat, turned a flame point color with one light blue eye and the other white, as if to mirror Emilia's blindness in one eye.

Until Freya was one month old, she could not be seen far from her owner's presence, and seemed to have a sort of connection to Amara that nobody could understand. Growing up, the cat turned up quite independent, yet heeded her master's call. She did not play as her brother did, she did not cause trouble and was almost a ghost, when not in her owner's presence. She grew up remarkably different from her brother. While Freyr was playful and quite mischievous, Freija was calm and composed, where Freyr would often seek his owner's attention, Freija knew exactly the times when her presence was tolerated. The two cats perfectly responded to their owner's personalities.

At Hogwarts, Freija, had turned into the sole friend, confidant, and protector for Amara. While not in class, the cat would almost always be seen in the presence of her owner.  As Amara felt more comfortable while caressing Freija while reading, the cat often sneaked with her to the library, where she would sit on the girl's lap for hours, as she read. She also accompanied her on her morning stroll on the school grounds, only when it was not too cold outside, or too early... and it was almost always early. In the rare times, Amara would hang around the common room, to read or study in the better light of the room, Freija would often lay near her, with a cautious eye watching everyone around her.
While warm and affectionate with her master, Freija is cold and cautious around strangers. She will growl and hiss when she senses a dangerous presence, and she will attack anything and anyone that poses a threat to her master.

She almost resembles a wildcat in behavior, tame only in her master's presence. She is calm and stoic, with no interest in playing. She procures her own food, often roaming the dungeons for prey.  She has a sort of connection with Amara, acting in accordance to her owner's emotions. She is highly intelligent, often tracki8ng down other animals or even people for Amara, or leading her somewhere she should be.

In relationship to her brother, she is clearly the authority figure, often dominating him in fights, causing him to lower his head in her presence. Despite Amara's very close relationship with Emilia, Freija has not warmed up to her and often ignores her presence, or becomes agitated around her. She was forced to accept the company of other animals, given Amara's relation with them. She tolerates their presence, but keeps cautious and often threatens them if they get to close to her master, while in her presence.

„Ecaterina” was a name that had been in the Báthory family for centuries in its Hungarian and Russian form, Katalin and Ekaterina. The name is mostly interpreted as having Greek roots, derived from the adjective “katharos” which means “pure” or “unsullied”. Otilia, Amara’s mother had decided on the name because of her appearance, her hair being a pure white as a baby. The name “Amara”, meaning “bitter”, was given to her by her father, both to ridicule the superstitions of the elders about the child as well as a way of putting behind his older self. Her coming into the world was a bittersweet experience for Victor, as he felt overwhelmed by the joy he had brought forth in him, but also remorseful for his past behavior.
Her younger sister calls her „Ama” since their childhood. She was unable to pronounce her name correctly and this was the best she could do, the nickname, eventually, became a habit. She lets nobody else call her by anything but either of her two first names, or  her surname.





•High level of memorization and, therefore, excellence in theoretical subjects
•Plays three instruments, as part of her training as a young lady of pureblood and noble status: harpsichord, violin and glass armonica; especially good at playing the violin; she also had vocal training, but she happens to hate singing because of her Veela abilities
•Incredibly good with animals and magical creatures, she has a high level of positive interaction with most creatures; she can also easily train them
•Talent for wandwork, the movements come naturally, while her affinity for Languages makes spelling easy
•Very talented seamstress; often prefers to either make her own clothes or modify the ones that she buys
•Gifted painter; often sketches portraits of unsuspecting “victims” when forced to be in the presence of others; every once a week she can be seen with an easel under her arm, going to various locations around the castle to paint the scenery
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The videos I found really don't manage to capture even a bit of the characters, but it was hard to even find these. AMVs are rarely enough to make an idea about a character, but these will give you at least the basic of the basics.