Title: SELWYN, semyezza
semyezza selwyn - September 3, 2007 01:22 PM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ semyezza ivillis selwyn ]
[ semyezza ivillis selwyn ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: raquel.
age: seventeen.
contact: [msn] huskie@dolfijn.nl [email] godgivenrites@hotmail.com
experience: four and a half years.
how'd you find us? rpg-d.
[ w h o are you?
full name: semyezza ivillis selwyn
explain the names:
- » semyezza; derived from samyaza, or shemyazaz. the name 'Shemyazaz' means 'infamous rebellion', the combination of 'shem' [meaning 'name' or 'fame' {whether positive or negative}] + 'azaz' [which means 'rebellion' or 'arrogance' as a negative particle].
» ivillis; a good fitting middle name. has no real meaning, it’s the name of a dungeon in the mmorpg fly for fun.
» selwyn; a death eater from an ancient pure-blooded family, as evidenced by dolores umbridge using his name as a connection to her own. he is one of the death eaters who ambush hagrid and harry as the pair attempt to steal away from the dursleys' house. he gives his wand to voldemort when lucius malfoy's wand is broken in combat. after the fall of the ministry to the death eaters, selwyn apparently receives a post in magical law enforcement. he and travers are the death eaters who go to the lovegoods' house in order to capture harry potter, and they threaten to have luna killed if harry is not there.
age/year: sixteen, sixth.
house: slytherin.
any titles?: local ‘worst, most deranged nightmare’?
[ show some skin!
eye color: green.
hair color: brown.
skin tone: pale.
celebrity portrayal: darla baker.
- To call her scary is sort of mean, so we won’t. All in all, she decides for herself if she should put herself up as hostile or docile. When speaking to someone that has something she needs, Semyezza is extremely docile, but when facing anyone she doesn’t particularly like, she just turns into a demon, ready to rip out their throat.
Unfortunately, however, Semyezza is a very aggressive person and she needs to be able to let it out twenty-four hours a day. When she can’t, she’ll attack the first thing in sight, and if this is her arm, so be it. It isn’t uncommon to walk into a room and find her scratching her own limbs or tearing up things. When she can’t unleash her aggression every now and then, she turns wild, incapable of speech and just downright animalistic.
Though not only her aggression turns her destructive. Because even though Semyezza is very in touch with the violence that is a part of her, she cannot handle emotions very well. Frustration, aggravation and depressiveness will be triggered upon rejection or when she is unable to do something about a certain situation she is in. Although this will not 'cause the inane insanity that happens when her violent side takes over for the time being, tearing objects to pieces - like pillows and tearing the pages out of a book - helps her cope with these feelings.
She’s a hard nut to crack, though not one hundred percent in her head, she radiates composure and sanity. Her eyes are a bright green and hard as rock, she is known to make people avoid them because it’s hard to find emotion in them. Probably the last time Semyezza cried was... A very long time ago. However, her eyes cannot stop her reaction to anger, and it will be clear when she is, for violence is what she thrives on, be it verbally or not so much. Her eyes can shoot daggers and it is rumoured that they can petrify anyone who is as unfortunate as to look into them.
She is a very down-to-earth person, and practically hates anything that moves. If they ever talk about ‘the wrath of a woman scorned’, it is Semyezza’s wrath they’re talking about in particular. Her hatred for the world she lives in made her enjoy the art of torture, something not many people find tasteful in a girl. Her blank expressions can be sometimes conceived like as a no-brainer, but inside her head sits not a bucket load of shit unlike with some Slytherins, but a brain capable of anything. Anything but, alas, math.
Semyezza is not someone who gets pissed off over petty things. She has a tight rein on her emotions, yet her detachment makes it capable for her to feel as good as nothing. Everything someone says to her in means to hurt her, slides off her like oil off plastic. Her smirks are truly a face one remembers. After all, it’s the only thing they see. She likes the hurt of others, enjoys causing them, physically or mentally.
And there, we’ve arrived to delve deep inside Semyezza’s knowledge of the human mind. As she is a very analyzing kind of person, she knows how to approach something by means of violence. She prefers the ‘can’t be arsed’ approach above its physical counterpart of brawling, which is for the pathetic people in Britain. She enjoys annoying people, and takes on a childish behaviour to drive people into utter frustration, which will eventually lead into that person hurting others and their feelings and that’s when Semyezza’s job is done. This sixteen-year-olds mind is so very twisted that she can counter someone’s insults with something that seems, at first, to be entirely random, but upon closer expectation, has a brilliant edge to it.
Semyezza enjoys showing off her knowledge in the English language. In four sentences she can have insulted you almost six times without you even knowing until she has to lay it down to you in parts – her ability of making someone feel very, very stupid. But of course, someone has to be open to being made fun of. It is possible to talk back to her in her own style as it isn’t entirely hard to learn her ways, and it annoys her greatly.
All in all, she seems to be and actually is a very detached person, who is willing to judge all and everything because of this. Her mind seems to be in another world twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, yet her eyes radiate with someone who knows all and knows that they know. She finds herself to be the most brilliant piece of art to exist and is in no way afraid to let people know.
Hardly does she giggle, or flip her chestnut hair over her shoulder. Ever the honest, ever the arrogant and always the epitome of a brilliant mind that has gone down a way too dark alley.
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
- Fact over fiction.
Chaos.
Confusion.
Analyzing.
Power.
Letting people know what she thinks.
Violence.
Brilliance.
Curses.
Being different.
- Being interrupted.
Being mislead.
Failure.
Weaknesses.
Idiocy.
Prejudice.
Muggles.
Wizards.
Witches.
Her mother.
- Profound.
Clever.
Cunning.
Discreet.
One of little words.
Sarcastic.
Witty.
Analytical.
- Indifferent.
Intense.
Suspicious.
Calculating.
Arrogant.
Insane.
Detached.
Judgemental.
- can turn violent for the smallest of things.
tends to utter random sentences that do make sense in the long run.
can be found talking to herself a lot.
- Cold night air.
Grass after a storm.
Fear.
boggart: open water, suffocation, drowning.
dementor:
- When she was seven years old, Semyezza had fallen into the small lake in the backyard of the manor. She could swim but not very well, and in a state of panic, she blacked out, not knowing how to move her arms to keep her head above water. When her cries for help went unanswered, she had felt her limbs becoming heavy with the attempts to keep her head above water and slowly she sank down into the dark nothingness of the water, watching as the surface floated further away from her reach. She tried to keep her breath as long as she could, but reflex kicked in and as she breathed out, she gasped, swallowing up loads of water into her lungs. It felt like icy spears were piercing them and as she felt her panic die out, she lost consciousness. Next thing she knew, she was on the side of the lake, vomiting water and coughing; her father had saved her.
- Depth and charisma make Semyezza a formidable presence. What you see is not what you get. Her many interests and insatiable thirst for knowledge results in an increasingly complex persona. Furthermore, with her penchant for secrecy, she’s not likely to let you see how much is there is to know about her. More than any other person, Semyezza knows how to present herself, when she wants, in the most favourable light. The downside of this is that she is likely to tire of and discard the lesser mortals. An even bigger danger is that she believes in revenge; so, don't cross her.
Quiet and unassuming, she prefers to work by herself and is more often in the spotlight for her real and lasting accomplishments than for outward attempts at garnering attention. Semyezza hates to fail. Essentially a loner, she commonly keeps her own counsel and relies on herself to get ahead in life, mistrusting others' thoughts and opinions on matters of the utmost importance. Facts, too, get in the way of decision making for Semyezza, who prefers to use her own deeply held feelings and intuition in negotiating life's crossroads. In matters of the heart, she can be deeply amorous, jealous in nature, and does not handle rejection well at all. And woe to those who betray her trust and affection!
Semyezza is witty and humorous, and can cut rivals down to size with just the right well-turned phrase from her forked tongue. She is used to getting her own way in things -- which is why she is capable of throwing a temper tantrum or two if balked on the odd occasion. She is free of the vice of false modesty, as you have it, flaunt it, and make no bones about it. She prefers her home space to be an inviolate nest of comfort, as place to recharge from the stresses of the day. Those who wrong her will meet with intense vengeance somewhere along the line, as she is never quick to forget a slight.
Subtle, secretive, elusive and enigmatic, there is an element of the mysterious that surrounds Semyezza. Perhaps this is due to her intuitive faculties, or perhaps it is a consequence of her strong inner spirituality which can manifest itself in an interest in religion, mysticism or the occult.
She’s extremely determined and strives for what she desires regardless of circumstances; she can be counted on to carry a project through to the end. She accomplishes her goals through careful plans and calculations. Her decisions are quick and firm, but they are formed by first impressions, on sympathies and feelings logically assembled in her mind -- rather than by simple facts alone. She’ll fight and plod for anything she believes in and allows nothing to stand in her way, at ease in all circumstances and possessing uncommon self-discipline and immense mental capacity.
The fatal flaw in her character is, in fact, a tendency to exaggerate -- in killing as with everything else. If she does somebody a favour, she becomes possessive toward them in an odd way, so that finally she is more a hindrance than a help. Her serpentine nature leads her to coil and cling to the point where she can suffocate the object of her attention. Think twice then, before you accept her offer of help; you could regret it! She can be ruthless when challenged. Since she’s the master of the human psyche, this makes her a formidable enemy.
In money matters, she has good luck -- she simply doesn't have to worry about it. She will always be able to get money when she needs it, and she feels this so strongly that it has never bothered her at all. Once she has got it, though, she's a little stingy; that's why she never lends.
By nature, she is a sceptical being, but unlike most, she tends to keep her suspicions to herself. She treasures her privacy and will have many a dark secret locked up within her. Elegant in speech, dress and manners, Semyezza does not like indulging in useless small talk or frivolities. She can be quite generous with money, but is known to be ruthless when she wants to attain an important objective. She has no qualms about eliminating anyone who stands in her way.
It is never safe to draw a line and predict that this is how far Semyezza will go. Her computer-like brain never stops plotting and she can be viciously unrelenting. In her relationships with others, she is possessive, and very demanding. And yet at the same time, she views her associates with a certain distrust. She will never forgive anyone who breaks a promise. She is also prone to being neurotic, even paranoid, where her pet fears and suspicions are concerned.
When Semyezza’s anger is roused, her hatred can be limitless. Her antagonism is silent and deep-rooted. An icy hostility will express her displeasure instead of a volley of hot words. The more lethal types will like to crush their enemies totally. There is no foretelling her movements. Her mind is calculation itself and she has the staying power to wait until the time is ripe for her revenge. For those luckless souls who incur her wrath, self-exile to Siberia may not seem like such a bad prospect.
She is the original femme fatale. Her cool, serene and classic beauty will mesmerize people. She is confident and collected and although she oftentimes lolls around, giving the impression of indolence and love of ease, she is far from slothful. Her brain is never at rest.
You can't blame her if she seems a bit puzzled by all the fuss made over equal rights for men and women. She has always had the secret notion that girls were born superior, although she has never been so stupid as to spill the beans to those unsuspecting squires that court her so lavishly. Why spoil a perfectly workable arrangement? She will humour the guys so long as they give in to her wishes.
Sure she has a sense of humour. Of course, it may be different than everyone else’s. She prefers dry, sarcastic, sometimes even cruel humour, which usually only amuses her. Nonetheless, it's there. The best time to observe this is when she is under duress. In a crisis, she can still crack a joke to lighten the atmosphere. Even when she is weighed down by enormous troubles, she will not lose that twinkle.
By now, you must gather that it will be no mean task dealing with her. What makes it even more tricky is the fact that under all that serenity she is always on guard. Her outward calm never betrays her true feelings. She knows and plans her moves well in advance. She has willpower and will maintain her position to the bitter end. She can be very evasive and elusive when she chooses and just when you think you have got a grip on her--she wriggles free. Needless to say, she makes the perfect politician. She can negotiate anything under the sun when she puts her mind to it.
In times of confusion and trouble, she can be a pillar of strength because she maintains her presence of mind. She can deal with bad news and misfortune with great aplomb. She has a profound sense of responsibility and an unsinkable constancy of purpose.
Basically, Semyezza dislikes everyone that annoys her, frightens her or just doesn’t interest her. One could describe her as a malignant narcissist as she has no actual conscience, empathy is lacking on her part and thinks of herself as better than all the rest. From this we derive that such a person would not possibly allow oneself to be around people said person thinks of as ‘not worthy’ to be in their presence, but seeing as they’re the most wonderful thing created on the planet, no one is worthy and therefore, no one is their friend. Unless they find someone worthy enough.
Now, she has no actual friends, yet you must understand that not everyone is her enemy. Since she lacks empathy most of the time, and is slightly sadistic, hence her hobbies, she doesn’t hate everyone. She does not pity anyone for their lack of… well, being her, she just… nothings them. She’s indifferent about the people around her and this is why she doesn’t consider a lot of people her enemy. Perhaps a lot of people take a dislike towards her, but this doesn’t mean they’re good enough to be noticed by her or even become so much as an enemy.
[ take a look back in time
parents:
- father; sammael selwyn » fourty-two » slytherin, death eater. deceased.
mother; saphirah selwyn – burke » thirty-nine » slytherin, supporter.
- brother; seere selwyn » twenty-four » slytherin, morte incarnate. deceased.
- Semyezza Ivillis Selwyn was born on August 13th, sixteen years ago. Sammael wasn’t particularly happy she was a female, but seeing as he already had his son – Seere Selwyn - he raised her no less, as much as he could. Because in the end, it was the mother’s job to teach the daughter about etiquette, manners and such things. Semyezza never liked the teachings her mother bestowed upon her, nor the parties, where the women never said what they really thought of each other. Their annoying daughters who seemed to possess no brain activity whatsoever and the relentless introductions to potential husbands. Although she knew she oughtn’t complain, she found her life to be a boring one, spent most of her spare time reading through books of fairytales and the occasional Dark Arts books.
She was fascinated by the Dark Arts, something her mother insisted a lady like her should wish nothing to do with. But her father encouraged her, enjoying his daughter’s fascination in the Dark Arts. It spoke of torture and dark dealings, the old ways and the Other World. She was especially interested in the Other World, with deities of old and their awesome powers. The triple Goddess of war and chaos, the Morrígan and the powerful God of thunder, Thor.
And then she came upon another peculiar book. It was small, but very thick and it looked old too. It read ‘Holy Bible’ on the front in beautiful gold letters. She read about all kinds of characters and although it seemed like another fairytale, something told her it was not. She was a little sceptic about all these stories, though. Muggles who split seas? Walked on water? Well, obviously she thought that if muggles could, she could do it better. She was a being of pure magic, after all, and if that wasn’t enough, what was?
That day she nearly drowned, at seven years old, if it had not been for her father and she had never come close to open waters again. She was fine with running water, or even a bathtub. But as soon as it spread a kilometre wide, she would refuse to even touch the water, in fear repeating what had happened that day. But it was forgotten after a year as was the book. When she looked for it a year later, she couldn’t find it and she never had.
And then came Hogwarts. Hogwarts was an entirely new experience for her, an experience she had come to enjoy very much. It seemed people were wary of her because of her last name and Semyezza couldn’t’ve want it any other way. Let them be scared. Fear meant power for her and she loved having power over people. She soon began to prove her worth among those Slytherins who weren’t impressed, particularly those who knew her from before Hogwarts. She became a force to not be reckoned with, her intelligence and cold stare, void of any emotion it seemed able to make people uneasy like that. She made sure people knew what their place was and interacted with the people her parents ordered her to interact with, even if she desperately wanted to choke one of the sons or daughters of high status pure bloods.
Soon, like life before Hogwarts, Semyezza lost her interest in certain people, certain things and only interacted with people when she really needed to. She started reading again, writing homework was one of her favourite things because she liked being better than the rest and rub it in their faces too. She knew people were jealous and it only made her happier, motivating her to study harder and become the best.
And as she studied, she did miss the library back at home, chock full of everything she needed to know about the Dark Arts – from potions that made your skin crawl, to curses that made your mind freeze at the gruesome of it all. But naturally, as she requested some to be send to her to Hogwarts, her mother refused, saying the Dark Arts were not for ladies. She was to be a good wife – a trophy wife, most likely – like any other good, pure blooded girl, marry a respectable man and leave the dark dealings to her husband.
Just the thought made her sick to the stomach, so, in her fourth year, she decided had read enough Dark Arts books already, summer after summer, and seeing as her ancestral family was not only known for their sick love of torture, but also their imaginative minds to create all kinds of Dark Arts curses, she had decided to try and follow in their footsteps. After all, Semyezza was full of family pride, and she was amazed by all the unpublished, private books located in Selwyn Manor for centuries. A week before she went home, Semyezza had finally created and perfected what would be her best work yet; The Vesanian Curse.
The Vesanian Curse was something she was immensely proud of. It was new, something not even her ancestors had come up with. You see, they were all about pain and torture, and although Semyezza whole-mindedly agreed with them on this, she always liked people inflicting pain on each other unintentionally, yet without a mind to really stop it, rather than being the guilty party. That’s how she came with the idea. Those simple words, ‘Inuro Vesania’, were latin for ‘inflict insanity’. And that was what it did. She only had to think about her most sickest ideas, her most vivid dreams someone else would call nightmares, her most violent of feelings while casting the curse, and it would work like a charm. So to say.
After she had practised the final result of the spell on a group of rabbits in the forest near their residence, she showed her father. He told her how proud he was, what with her grades and now her following her family’s example and it made Semyezza feel worthy. Perhaps it was that time, at the rather young age of fifteen, that she had decided what she wanted to be when she graduated. She had heard about something called the Morte Incarnate, father told her it was something like Voldemort's Death Eaters - her father'd been one - and she would bet her life that nothing would make her daddy dearest more proud of his daughter than if she joined the ranks.
The summer before her sixth year, however, she got notice that her brother had been killed. Not by Aurors, or even by magic, but by a muggle. Semyezza had always told him not to underestimate anyone, and he had now, killed by a kitchen knife, stabbed six times in the throat before a fellow Morte Incarnate had killed the man protecting his family. They hadn’t been able to save him, but Semyezza couldn’t care less. Someone who allowed themselves to overestimate anyone, deserved to die. She didn’t mourn, she didn’t cry. And so comes another year at Hogwarts, doing nothing to fuel her interest.
Although she knows it’s shameful if a girl of a pure-blooded family is not married upon graduation, Semyezza couldn’t care less about things like ‘courting’ or men, marriages, heirs or respect to others. As long as her father agrees with her, which he does, nothing is wrong. After all, father had his lady – that being Sephirah – but she was daddy’s princess, no matter how much he expected from her. Because Semyezza knows that if she wants or doesn’t want something from her father, it’s going to happen. She is his first rose. And most likely his last true rose too.
Early in her sixth year, however, she received a letter. A letter saying her father was dead.
[ the rest of the rest
member title: bloodstainedHURRICANE
pets?: a 6 inches pygmy owl named Asmodai
anything else about your character we should know?:
- She suffers from ‘malignant narcissism’, and I quote;
| QUOTE |
| Otto Kernberg described malignant narcissism as a syndrome characterized by a narcissistic personality disorder (NPD), antisocial features, paranoid traits, and ego-syntonic aggression. Some also may find an absence of conscience, a psychological need for power, and a sense of importance (grandiosity). Pollock wrote: "The malignant narcissist is presented as pathologically grandiose, lacking in conscience and behavioural regulation with characteristic demonstrations of joyful cruelty and sadism." Kernberg wrote that malignant narcissism can be differentiated from psychopathy because of the malignant narcissists' capacity to internalize "both aggressive and idealized superego precursors, leading to the idealization of the aggressive, sadistic features of the pathological grandiose self of these patients." According to Kernberg, the psychopaths' paranoid stance against external influences makes them unwilling to internalize even the values of the "aggressor", while malignant narcissists "have the capacity to admire powerful people, and can depend on sadistic and powerful but reliable parental images." Malignant narcissists, in contrast to psychopaths, are also said to be capable of developing "some identification with other powerful idealized figures as part of a cohesive 'gang' ... which permits at least some loyalty and good object relations to be internalized." Malignant narcissism is highlighted as a key area when it comes to the study of mass, sexual, and serial murder. |
other: mad world, by gary jules
roleplay sample:
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| Slytherin Common Room wasn’t what you’d call comfortable, warm and inviting. Au contraire, it was just a miserable as most Slytherins, so it fits, supposedly. Not many Slytherins looked around the room, although they spent a lot of time here. It happened, when you had nothing to do. Semyezza, however, was sitting on one of the couches, green, leather and very uncomfortable, looking around the room with mild interest. She wasn’t in a very good mood. Then again, when was she ever? She was bored, to say the least. And not just any kind of bored. No, the kind of bored that no matter what idea popped into your head, they all seemed too stupid after a little contemplation. Homework wasn’t an option, since she had none, as it was. Well, she finished it already, hence why she was now bored. She had woken up earlier from a very odd dream – she had fallen asleep soon before dinner, on her own bed, mind – and the frown of trying to understand it was still evident on her face. She couldn’t remember much of it, but it was odd, all in all. Semyezza’d been standing in a large room. Sitting in the room were large cabin trunks, various sizes and shapes. As she opened them, she noticed they contained her thoughts and memories. Or, at least, one-tenth of the cabin trunks were full of vivid and often painful and uncomfortable memories of her past life; the other nine-tenths were full of penguins, which surprised her. Insofar as she recognized at all that she was dreaming, she realised she must be exploring her own subconscious mind. She had heard it said that humans are supposed to use only about a tenth of their brains, and that no one was very clear what the other nine tenths were for, but she certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins. She had waved it off at the time being, but right now she was wondering why penguins. With a sigh, she decided to leave it as it was, and shooting another glance at the sneering portrait of Salazar Slytherin, hanging above the fireplace, she got up and left the common room. The dungeon corridors, however, were not really the correct change of scenery, not one she’d wished for. Her surroundings were still dark and damp and smelled rather odd. It didn’t matter, though. It was probably one of those brightly coloured liquids of dubious drinkability Slughorn was usually brewing for the Hospital Wing. At this time, though? It was 9.22pm, and although curfew would extend for another thirty-or-so minutes for seventh years, it wasn’t common to still see students wandering about the place. Especially not on a school night. Semyezza had never been one of the common students, however, and always did what she pleased. Of course, she wasn’t the ultimate rebel, she had learned manners and she knew it wasn’t polite to hex your company, how infuriating said company might be. She shrugged as she moved up the stairs that lead her into the Entrance Hall. Dark and deserted. Part of her liked the silence, but another part of her just wanted to scream out to break it. Fortunately, she never had been someone to raise her voice, she hated the obnoxious as she never really saw the point of shouting, screaming or crying out. It was... well, impolite. Noticing that she wasn’t moving, but standing on the top stair, staring into the huge hall, she shook her head and hurried towards the two huge oak doors that would lead her outside. It was raining, she realised too late. No, that was an understatement. The sky was pouring oceans down on her and the rest of Scotland. As she stood there, looking quite exasperated at the wetness of it all, she contemplated going inside again. What was the point, however? She was already wet and inside the castle things wouldn’t be anymore entertaining than when she had just left it. With a shrug, Semyezza decided that maybe the loud clattering of the rain hitting the glass of the greenhouses was a better sound than the silence of the castle and even her own thoughts. Penguins, honestly. And so, she descended down to the lake, staring at it from a distance. She liked how the rain was rippling it violently, as though it was punished the vast amount of water for being there. As it should. Semyezza didn’t like the lake, never had. She never came near it, thus no one at Hogwarts knew about her inability to swim. Not that she’d care if anyone knew. If she wanted, she would curse their mouths off, quite literally, for as long as she wished them to be off. She blessed her magic and thanked the Gods day after day to give her the means to torture humanity with it. With a sigh, she looked up at the huge beech tree a safe distance away from the lake, and grabbed onto a low hanging branch, dangling from her arms as she let her chin fall on her chest. Her eyes opened wide and her hands lost it’s grip on the branch as she discovered that her white school blouse had become very translucent due to the horrid weather. “Gods. Gravity is a hard habit to shake off,” she decided, rubbing her hip where it had, only moments ago, connected with the ground. “And you, blouse, are supposed to conceal me, not show me!” |
aiden lestrange - September 3, 2007 07:54 PM (GMT)
PENDING.
ahh, sorry luff. i didn't notice you were donesz. so i love the app, but i'm not sure we're accepting originals at the moment. areyou surethere are NO canons that fit her well enough? that's the only issue.
ahh, sorry luff. i didn't notice you were donesz. so i love the app, but i'm not sure we're accepting originals at the moment. areyou surethere are NO canons that fit her well enough? that's the only issue.
semyezza selwyn - September 3, 2007 08:07 PM (GMT)
Well, I need for her to have a dead father and brother. But seeing as most of them canons have siblings that are very much alive, that is more or less a problem.
And I thought, seeing as the Selwyn family is, all in all, canon according to the Deathly Hallows...
And I thought, seeing as the Selwyn family is, all in all, canon according to the Deathly Hallows...
aiden lestrange - September 3, 2007 08:16 PM (GMT)
oof. ellie musthave forgotten to add them to thecanon list. since it's technically our fault and all that jazz, ignore the canon problem. just a note, in her history, she talks of the death eaters and everything -- they're gone.been gone for roughly twenty years or so. the new threat is the morte incarnate. the plot describes this as well as themainsubplot, THIS MEANS WARS. :]
semyezza selwyn - September 3, 2007 08:19 PM (GMT)
She doesn't mean Death Eater as, the actual thing. But I suppose I should fix her brother being one then. Just the idea of what they do. She wants to do that. But no sweat. I'll fix that <3
jacob longbottom - September 3, 2007 08:21 PM (GMT)
alright, no problem. as soon as that's done just tell me and she's yours. <3
semyezza selwyn - September 3, 2007 10:49 PM (GMT)
Eeewww... Sorry I took so long! I was just... you know, downstairs. And there was the TV. All tempting and funny...
Yeah, okay, so I fixed it ^^
Yeah, okay, so I fixed it ^^