TARYN, Ophelia Lara

[OPHELIA LARA TARYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] ophelia lara taryn full name: ophelia lara taryn nick names: none that she knows off. age: sixteen gender: female. member group: gryffindor year: sixth orientation: heterosexual wand: Oak, pheonix tail feather, 13 1/2 inches pet: An owl named Gabriel patronus: Deer boggart: Blood, more distinctively her friends blood. erised: A healthy and happy family of her own. describe: Gentle, stubborn, inquisitive, compassionate, loyal, unsure, opinionated, worrisome, reckless, hopeful. elaborate: Ophelia Taryn was born on a warm May day to Sara (nee Brown) a muggle born witch, and Merick Taryn a pureblood. Ophelia was a sickly baby and spent the majority of the first two months of her life in and out of the hospital, her lungs weren’t strong enough and she was somewhat underdeveloped having been born a couple of months earlier than she should have been. Though it was no fault of her parents for her sudden birth, Sara had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Her parents however never gave up hope she’d pull through, thankfully their bedside vigil was rewarded and Ophelia grew up into a seemingly average child. Of course thanks to the weakness of her lungs she now suffers with a severe case of asthma and has to carry around her inhaler everywhere. Stress, as well as vigorous exercise would bring on asthma attack, sadly meaning they were quite a common occurrence throughout her childhood. Thanks to that, Ophelia couldn’t really play as much as the other children in her neighbourhood especially when they played wild games instead she would sit in her garden with her grandmother and play tea parties with all her dolls. Ophelia adored her grandmother; she was lovely, sweet and ever so tough and taught Ophelia good manners and the ways of the world. Nothing exciting happened much in her childhood, other than the horrible howlers her father would receive off of her Uncle Carus, denouncing him from their family. It was horrible to listen to and Ophelia silently vowed to never ever become like her uncle. Her first experiance with magic occurred when Ophelia was seven, she decided, one hot summer day when she was terrifically bored, to climb the giant acorn tree in her back garden. It had been fun until she'd reached the second to top branch, she can't remember much but of the heart stopping crack that sounded when she'd bounced and hit the dry grass below. She didn't break anything, but it had terrified her enough to never want to by high up again. If she hadn't had been a magical child she would have probably fallen to her death. Like all magical children, a special letter arrived on her 11th birthday naming her a witch. Ophelia almost had an asthma attack induced by both excitement and anticipation; she couldn’t wait to become a witch, her parents had told her tales of the enchanted school and Ophelia just couldn't wait to experience it firsthand. When the hat roared Gryffindor Ophelia suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pride, she belonged somewhere and she was a part of something so wonderful she felt at home. While there were a few incidents with a few bullies in her first few years of Hogwarts, her education at the school went swimmingly. She made a couple of close friends, who stuck by her through her troubles, she experienced crushes (but sadly never relationships) and like most young teens she experienced the crushing awkwardness of being a young girl coming of age. It was in her second year however she finally grew some guts and back lashed against the bullies. She'd been alone, walking from one corridor in the dungeons to the other when they'd appeared, with their cruel words and merciless taunts, Ophelia was about ready to walk away when they mentioned her father. That was the last straw, and in a blind rage she'd sauntered up to the Ravenclaw girl and punched her square in the face. Ophelia still feels proud of herself for it. Back at home she began listening to a lot of her mother's old CD's, muggle music became her outlet and the rolling stones became her heroes. She simply adored old muggle music and began a record collection right next to her wizard rock collection, slowly filling her room with posters of David Bowie and The Clash. In her later years at Hogwarts, Ophelia found her curiosity beginning to grow, it was often she and her friends would wander the edges of the woods, while chancing it up the tattered path to shrieking shack. Ophelia loved mysteries the more spooky the better it was one of the reasons she decided to take the right OWLS to become a curse breaker for Gringotts. The idea of finding lost treasure was more than enticing enough for the young Gryffindor girl. However, the recent attacks, and murders have left Ophelia somewhat worrisome and terribly edgy, she knows she needs to step up her game now if she wants to realize her dream, she wasn’t ever an exceptional student but she wasn’t below average either, her OWLS were decent enough but now with her NEWTS looming Ophelia determined to pull out all the stops and achieve the grades she needs. Even if she’s oh so easily distracted.

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alias: Cora --- face claim: Lily Collins

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