Faelyn Bancroft
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| Faelyn Deandra Bancroft | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Born | 1 November 1992, 19 |
| City of Birth | Ireland |
| Blood status | Half-blood |
| Physical Information | |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Female |
| Height | 5'5" |
| Hair Colour | Auburn |
| Skin Colour | Pale |
| Relationships | |
| Father | Cael Bancroft |
| Mother | Chantel |
| Magical Characteristics | |
| Wand(s) | |
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| Special Abilities | Seer |
| Education | |
| School | Hogwarts |
| House | Ravenclaw |
| Class of | 2011 |
| Character Information | |
| Jenn/Scirey | |
Faelyn is a know it all Ravenclaw who has her heads up in the clouds. She likes to be different and goes out of her way to appear so. She does not like regulation and tries to fight against the establishment without really doing so.
Physical Description
Faelyn feels quite awkward about her body, at five foot five inches she is a little gangly looking as if she just recently had a growth spurt and the rest of her body didn’t grow at all. She is in what her mother calls the ugly duckling before the swan phase with her child’s figure. She is waiting for normal women body parts to arrive and is embarrassed that they are still rather none existent. She’s as flat and thin as a wand, the thinness being the only part going for her at the moment.
As a child her corkscrew curls were adorable and had added an angelic look to her round face. As a teenager they make her look like a silly and childlike and they are usually very fuzzy and never do what she demands She has inherited her mother’s Irish coloring with although her hair tends to be more brown than red depending on the season. Her skin is pale and it burns before it ever tans and freckles have now taken over her face. At one point when she counted over twenty freckles on one cheek she wished that she had more pimples than she normally does because at least those go away.
Still even with an army of freckles and no curves there is something about Faelyn that draws attention, normally from older people such as parents. Life on the stage with her mother (and grueling lessons) has taught Faelyn how to carry herself properly. Even if she doesn’t feel happy about her appearance she will never allow that to show due to her stubborn Irish pride and will always walk into or out of a room with her head held high and shoulders straight. If she didn’t and word made it back to her mother ( and thus her grandmother) a holwer or a frightful letter of doom would be on her windowsill awaiting her return.
A tan birthmark mars, or enhances Faelyn’s appearance on the right side of her neck close to her ear. It is in the shape of half a fairy wing and is the size of an average thumb. At first Faelyn was teased by the mark on her face but she soon twisted it to her advantage telling children that they were not as lucky as her to be blessed by a real fairy.
Faelyn’s eyes are rather average at first glance that is until they lock on a target with a rare intensity. Faelyn can hold a stare without blinking for almost an entire minute; she practiced often as a child to make it so. Her best feature is her naturally long lashes and thankfully they are brown unlike most true redheads which are blonde or light red and thus invisible without mascara. The color of her eyes is a dark blue that can often be mistake as brown because they are dark as the night sky just after twilight with just a hint of light.
Personality Description
Faelyn is rather mistrusting of people. She is likely to think the worse of someone given the cause. She holds people at arms length allowing only a few people into her protective circle. Having grown up in the theater has rid Faelyn of all shyness. She is constantly performing for people wither that be plastering a smile on her face, singing, dancing in the hallway or just having fun. She feels as if she is constantly on stage and everyone is watching.
On the other hand she has a romantic nature, not in the sense of being all lovey dovey but as in romantic literature, the ideals of the individual and imagination. She isn’t into hard fact and statics but myths and legends. Faelyn is extremely smart and intuitive when it comes to subjects she is interested. If she is not grabbed by a subject or an assignment she will either not do it or just do the bare minim. She is stubborn and dogged willing to do anything to solve a mystery or question that had gripped her attention. She does not stop when there is something she wants to know. Forbidden is a word that should not be uttered in her presence because it will make her only want to find the answer even more. She can be predictable in this aspect.
The more obscure magics like astrology and divination attack her. She knows that some aspects of divination is just a hoax but there is merit to some practices. She has a temper and is willing to defend her beliefs and sometimes even ridicules a person for being so closed minded. She can be hypertensive when talk turns to personal matters or ridiculing a subject she adores. She keeps her emotions inside and feelings to herself. If she is upset she will not confront a person but harbor the feelings in silence until she explodes or the other person confronts her. She is jealous, wanting her circle of friends only to be friends with her and feels left out when they do not spend time with her. She knows it is silly and childish of her to keep everyone to herself and is trying to work out this issue.
History
The circumstances around Faelyn’s birth are unconventional at best. Her parents were never married or even lovers but rather business partners of sorts. Cael Bancroft selected the woman who would bear his child based on a prophesy given over two hundred years before by his great-great grandfather. The Bancroft is an old wizarding line that was known for birthing great seers. The last true seer with more than a whim of prophetic ability was Cael’s great great grandfather. Before he died Edan Bancroft prophesized the birth of the next great seer to his son.
Child born from the named flower of victory’s people
The sight be givith with honor restored
The Great Bancroft sway
Without vision blindness will reign and family will be no more.
The prophesy was written down and sent to the department of mysteries but a copy was also saved for the family. Each time a child directly or indirectly related to a Bancroft is born a collective gasp can be heard as everyone waits to see if the child born is the one named in the prophesy. Or if one of the newly named adults is the parent. The name of Bancroft had been ruined by Edan’s uncle who pretended to be a seer and swindle people out of thousands of galleons. Tauten Bandcroft was not the only person to pretend to have the sight but he was the person who had managed to completely tarnish the credibility of seeing the future.
Cael was sixteen when he was able to read the prophesy himself. His mother was convinced that he would be the father of the seer because his name meant victorious people in one language and idiot in another or so the joke went. At first Cael did not put much stock in prophesy but after working in the department of mysteries he saw that strange things like prophesy did occur.
The ideal of restoring the family glory and making a name for himself was always in Cael’s mind, in the back collecting cobwebs but there nonetheless. Cael was twenty nine when he traveled to Ireland for a vacation of sorts. After sampling several different pubs with a few of his buddies from Hogwarts the group stumbled upon a bunch of wagons in a park. A show of some sorts was going on. It was a wizarding section of Ireland and outside any major city. Cael was interested in the show when he saw the rose painted on the wagon and a child was in the center. It was an odd symbol that brought forth the prophesy. It had been sometime since he had thought about it. His mother was disappointed that at nearly thirty he hadn’t settled down wife a wife and children.
Cael walked through the circus like atmosphere, passed a man with a magical sword performing tricks and a juggler. In the distance several people were performing a play out of a platform on a wagon. It was the dancing figure of a redhead that caught his attention. She was a very pretty girl dressed in silks, almost like a fairy. Magic helped her appear like she was a different creature. She seemed to barely touch the ground as she danced to the eerie music playing by itself. Cael was enchanted and then she sang a ballad about a lost child who saved the world with her eternal light that was passed down through the ages. She had been born out of flowers.
Again Cael thought of the prophesy and knew that this was a sign. He had never been as certain as he was that night. His feelings that this fate was confirmed when he managed to bump into the singer after the show. Chantel was even more beautiful in person. She was nineteen and a recent graduate of The Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts or W.A.D.A. Her family had been involved in performing since the 18th century under the name La BelleRose or The beautiful rose. Cael took the name as a sign that Chatel was the named flower in the prophesy.
Chantel was enchanted by Cael and offered to read his palm. She did not pretend but actually found something to read in his palm and she talked about how two lines on his hand meant fulfillment. Of what she could not say but he would do something. Again Cael thought this to be a sign as the prophesy being fulfilled. For the next week Cael came every night to the small fair and when it moved on to another city he came when he could. Cael courted Chantel, for he would make her the mother of his child. He had no intention of marrying her and she also did not want to marry for she was in love with performing.
Chantel had been surprised when she became pregnant. She had tried to prevent such an event from occurring and thought that Cael had as well. When she told him of her news she offered a way out and was surprised at how opposed he was. Cael told Chantel about the prophesy and how it was coming true. Together but separate they would write history. He did not offer marriage but a partnership. They would both raise the child sharing custody. During the winter off season the baby would live with Chantel and her family and when she was older would have summers with her mother to learn how to perform. Cael thought it necessary that his child should learn how to hide her emotions and be able to stage performances in case she was the seer. Chantel was not at all sure that she was the named flower or that Cael was actually the Strength part. Prophesy was never straight forward and had multiple interpretations. Cael was adamant about his belief and would hear nothing. Chantel finally agreed to the bargain because she was afraid of Cael.
Faelyn was born on time in the early morning of Sunday November first nineteen ninety-two in the back of one of the wagons belonging to her mother’s family with her maternal grandmother in attendance as midwife. Cael had wanted the child born in London but it was Ireland to be her birthland in the shadows of the fairy pillars. Cael was disappointed when the door opened and he was allowed inside and it was a girl that was handed to him. He had secretly wished for a male heir but finally agreed that a girl would suffice. She was named Faelyn because legend called the area they were in the land of the Fae. Chantel secretly thought the babe looked like a fairy. Cael agreed because of the myth stated that the first fairy was birthed out of a flower and CHantel was his flower. Cael loved in daughter in an untraditional way. He showed his love by teaching her, preparing her to be the child named in the prophesy which she has yet to prove that she is.
Faelyn lived solely with her mother until she was five. She had met her father on several occasions for he came to check of her progress and to see if she was healthy. Cael Bancroft treated his daughter as an experiment from the time she was born. Chantel did not want to give her daughter up, a few months out of the year and odd visitations would no longer do for her. She had agreed before she had fallen in love with the child. Cael would not be swayed and said he would take back the loan he had given the troup when Chantel became pregnant. The company was doing well but it needed the supplemented income provided by Cael. Sadly she handed over Faelyn who was confused at what was happening. All she knew was that she was no longer sleeping in a wagon and running wild and collecting coins during the shows.
Faelyn grew up in two different worlds. Part of the year she was in Britain or what she called the world of serious study governed by her father where she learned about the stars, mythology and archaic languages. The other half of the year was spent with her Mother in presentation land. Faelyn learned how a production was created and how to go about creating a character. She watched as the ladies applied their wands in the application of makeup and creation of hair styles. She learned how to play the pipes, to dance, and how to tell stories. She loved living like a gyspy and was free with her mother… sometimes. There were a lot of rules living in a traveling threater troupe. She had to perform and do odd chores. She also had to be taught her lessons. Her grandmother was an iron lady who would always nag on Faelyn to keep clean and walk likes a lady for she had noble blood. Back in the time of Lords and Ladies Bancroft was a minor noble of little blood importance. Still the claim was there. She was wacked with a stick or a hand if she ever slouched. Slowly but surely she learned how to carry herself with grace.
Academics were strongly stressed when Faelyn was living with her father. She learned how to be almost two people when she was with her parents. To her father she was a bookworm know it all who lived for uncovering answers. For her mother she was a quite observing willing to try anything. She was five when she was casted in a small role in the play her mother was in. Faelyn liked learning about the stage and being part of something but she knew that she never wanted to act professionally.
Faelyn was seven when she learned that her family was not normal. She had met a new friend at a wizarding park that Aimee, her mother’s friend, had taken her to. Faelyn mentioned that she also lived in England which was why she sounded funny. It was strange having to explain that her parents had never married. Faelyn didn’t like being teased by the other children about her parents unconventional life style. They thought she was weird because her parents were not in love like their own.
When Faelyn was eight and tired of having to explain why her parents didn’t live together she said they were divorced. Normally she did not talk about her parents.
Faelyn learned how to read tarot cards from her grandmother. It became a game to her, sometimes she takes what the cards show her into consideration but mostly it is for fun. There have been times in her past that what she has read has come true but very rarely and most likely from her overactive imagination.
She was being groomed in all things mysterious and magic. Her father constantly interrogated her to see if she showed any signs of being the seer. Faelyn detested the way her father made her feel everytime she failed a test because she could not predict something. She was never good enough for her father. The weight of possibly being the seer weighed on Faelyn’s shoulders. She is not sure if she can be what her father and his family expect her too.
Faelyn was ready to escape from her parents by her eleventh birthday. She was tired of having to conform to their different life styles. She already knew about the prophesy but she still had yet to show any real signs of being a seer. She was sorted into Ravenclaw where she was glad to be around students who were as smart as her or smarter. She joined in the completion of gleaning information and points and proving that she is smarter than the others. Faelyn built a reputation of being steadfast and determined to find an answer to a question she liked. She was also very lazy when she was not interested or found a subject to be dull and boring. Faelyn did not like being restricted from the access of knowledge and on several occasions she snuck back into the library to study on her own time and also broke into the restricted section during her third year.
Her summers were spilt between being with her mother and studying dead languages with her father. Every month or so in school she gets a letter from her father demanding to know if she had a vision. Faelyn wrote back once that she did and that it was of her father dying of disappointment. Cael was enthralled and went to the department of mysteries to discover if his daughter had been telling the truth. She lied. She was punished the next time she came home.
Faelyn did not make very many friends but had rather acquaintances that found her to be funny for her slightly odd ways. She is known for her crazy theories in the house of Ravenclaw and is quite eccentric. She wouldn’t go as far as proclaiming the existence of the crumple horn snorklax but she would aruge the benefits of such a myth to society and what it might symbolize. Faelyn likes the school aspect of Hogwarts but hates the uniformity of it all. She quietly shows her independent nature by wearing striped socks or funky hair clips with the uniform.
How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Faelyn is not your conventional Ravenclaw because she is not a fact eater. She has a thirst for knowledge that attracts her attention and that is more theory based than practical. She would rather debate issues that actually perform scientific studies. She analyzes the particular meanings and reasons an aspect is studied and the important of myths in society. She has a great mind that is more imaginative than most ravenclaws but also hold studies quite high in her book. She would rather read a book than play a sport and is the happiest when talking or lecturing on a subject she loves such as astrology.
