In-Character
Full Name: Faye Elizabeth RookwoodNicknames: None
Birthdate: January 3rd 1877
Current Age: Thirteen years
Occupation: None
Reputation: 8 - Deceased parents; suspected murder-suicide.
Residence: Hogsmeade, Scotland
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Wand: 13", walnut and unicorn hair, flexible.
Blood Status: Pureblood
Social Class: Middle class.
Family:
Father: Hector Rookwood (d.)
Mother: Polymnia Rookwood (d.)
- Brother: Justice Rookwood
- Sister: Clementine Rookwood
Appearance: Though not notably attractive, neither is Faye notably unattractive; she tends rather to blend into the background, probably helped by her preference for dark shades and minimal patterns in her clothing- which is how she likes it. She is a little short for her age, with dark hair falling just past her shoulders and light skin that burns easily on the rare occasion that she spends time outdoors. Right handed and with meticulously correct posture (she read somewhere it's good for you), she is slender but distinctly lacking in the elegance typically associated with it. Her movements are inclined more towards functionality than anything else. Her best features, at least in her own view, are her dark brown eyes and straight white teeth.
History: Born as the last child of Hector and Polymia Rookwood, Faye remembers less of her parents than do either of her older siblings. She spent most of her earliest years irritating those charged with her care by asking surprisingly difficult questions, and, being young when the fatal day occurred, she recalls only a series of impressions rather than anything specific- mostly, in fact, she remembers seeing a heron out on the lake just before they returned home to find the Aurors in possession. Life after that came as a generally confusing experience for her; a vortex of new people, new places, new experiences, and as a five year old, it was all remarkably overwhelming- so Faye retreated into herself and her questioning. Of course it grew easier as she grew older and delved further into the world of reading and literacy, seizing eagerly on any new material that came within her sphere and beginning as a consequence to engage with the outside world again. After all, she had to have someone to ask questions of, and even when they didn't know the answers, which was often (and increasingly so as she aged), sometimes she could find out something different instead.
Her uncle's house was a kind of Aladdin's Cave, with all kinds of odd objects and artefacts (not to mention the animals...) scattered around the place to be freely examined whenever Faye wanted- which was often- and with, perhaps more importantly, a collection of books rivalling any that she had seen before. For the young brunette, it was a godsend and one which she never failed to take advantage of- and though her first display of magic was a somewhat late one, it was a dramatic one, sending shelves tumbling across the width of a room. More than that, it opened the floodgates, and after that, it seemed that barely a week went by without some accidental incident or other taking place, and no matter how hard she tried, Faye couldn't seem to do anything about it. Things only grew worse as her siblings both prepared to go off to Hogwarts; though she was distracted somewhat by her uncle's contraction of the laughing plague, about which she had, of course, an inexhaustible supply of questions, it was an emotional time for her, and the house in which she was living, sorry to say, had to take the brunt of that.
But year after year, the two of them went off and Faye was left behind, and she grew accustomed to it. Occupying herself with everything from the pages of the Daily Prophet to the marginalia of ancient works on alchemy, she set herself to finding out as much as she could, undertaking her own learning while her siblings were away expanding their own, and she felt that she did a fairly good job of it; by the time that she set off for Hogwarts herself, there was just so much that she knew.
It surprised no one, and certainly not Faye, when she was Sorted into Ravenclaw House on her arrival at the castle, and she rapidly settled into life at the school, taking a deep enjoyment in her lessons and plaguing her professors with tangential questions at a moment's notice. Though she had no interest at all in Quidditch- and it must have been just about the only subject to which that applied-, she attended matches dutifully, generally cheering on her House team in a distracted fashion and in the intervals of paging through a ridiculously large book. Making friends was something that she tried hard at, when she remembered, and succeeded in a certain degree; it was evident that she meant well, even where her lack of attention to practical details meant that she didn't get it quite right, and so she accumulated a number of people around her who were generous-spirited enough to put up with her oddities, even if her roommates weren't too keen on her writing essays in the middle of the night.
She decided in her second year to focus her efforts on those subjects which came most naturally to her, since it was obvious that the disparity was one which couldn't be repaired by any amount of study and so it only made sense to put as much work as possible into the areas where it would do the most good. Unfortunately, this very logical approach met with a decidedly unenthusiastic response from her professors, and so Faye begrudgingly returned to a more even-handed approach, though it was much to the relief of one or two of her Housemates, who had come rather to rely on her help. It was her third year that she was really looking forward to, and the opportunity to take up Arithmancy and Ancient Runes was one which she was most assuredly not going to miss out on.
Personality: Intelligent, inquisitive, friendly, easily distracted, quirky, absent-minded.
Other: Best Classes: Potions, Arithmancy, Transfiguration.
Worst Classes: Charms, Music, Herbology.
Boggart: A library in flames.
Sample Roleplay Post: Faye only realised that she had been absentmindedly chewing her quill when she found herself having to spit out a mouthful of feather, and she looked over the devastation of her desk with a sense of vague surprise. "Oh, dear..." she muttered, reaching for her wand only to find that it was not in fact where she'd thought it was, and a few moments of thought presented the suggestion that this might be because she'd forgotten to bring it down from her dormitory with her this morning. Come to think of it, she'd had a vague sense of being missing something all day... With a shrug, she swept the worst of the debris from her work surface and returned her attention to the question at hand. It was surely possible to argue that, no matter how far you could extend the potential influence of goblin rebellions in the wizarding history of the last century, such events were not in and of themselves capable of having caused... caused... caused whatever she'd been trying to work out the causes of. Oh, it was no good... Sighing faintly, the brunette tore the top off her sheet of parchment. She really should have been doing her Charms homework anyway, although why she had to bother when it was patently obvious that the Unlocking Charm could be significantly reworked if only someone could come up with- no, Faye, concentrate.
Out-of-Character
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