Ophelia Prince

[Ophelia Prince]

WIZARDING APPLICATION

VITAL INFO

Character Name: Ophelia Satine Prince

Date of birth: June 27, 1932

Age: 47

Father: Furman Prince (deceased)

Mother: Eugenia Prince (nee Nott) (deceased)

Siblings:None

Bloodline: Pureblood

BACKSTORY

Her parents had waited a very long time to bring Ophelia into the world, so it was some sick twisted fate that when the light of their lives was only seven they exited this world in rapid succession of each other. The young witch had stopped seeing them months before their passing however, and due to the memory loss brought on by the Cerebrumous Spattergroit they had no idea who she even was in the end. They were dead to her long before their passing and now in her aging, she could barely remember them. Time she learned early on in her life was a most precious, vicious thing, there was never enough of it and yet too much killed you. And though her childhood was riddled with sadness and hardship, she remembered it fondly. While her parents lived they doted on her and she was given plenty of freedom to become an unbearably sassy, quick witted youngster whose favorite game was ‘Who’s Going to Get the Last Word?”. After their deaths she felt she had aged ten years and was wiser of the world, but that didn’t stop her from running through it with untied shoelaces. There were always other children around the school to play with and her aunt, Eugenia took the time to put her hair in braids and sing to her everyday. It was simple and plain and though she felt she was destined for so much more, Ophelia didn’t mind it.

She liked the easy life with her aunt, but she liked going away to Hogwarts just as much if not more. She had spent her short life learning about it from her parents while they lived, and after their deaths, dreaming of the day she would get her letter. She cried the day it came, for her parents who she knew would have been overjoyed for her, and for herself because she missed them. Ophelia didn't let that get her down though, she was determined to be excited and was doubly so when she was sorted into Slytherin. She knew the house had a certain reputation going into it but she loved it anyway, she had been taught that it wasn't the house that mattered, only the person, and that despite the unseemliness surrounding Slytherin it was still a great house with many excellent attributes. It also had in it’s time produced many powerful witches and wizards, many powerful good witches and wizards. Her family had a long history of being sorted there, dating back centuries, and Ophelia was proud to be counted among them. Her house accepted her well enough and she found she fit there very well despite being on the outskirts, not many bothered her and in return she stuck to herself, preferring the company of plants most days. To most in her house she was just the orphaned Prince, no real threat to anyone, to the rest of Hogwarts she was just another snake. She kept her grades up, chose her friends wisely and stayed as far away from a certain classmate as possible, overall it was a content life within the castle. She was a little lonely, and a lot snarky but she was happy overall. She had school, companions, and a guardian who adored her. Ophelia's favorite times were always with Eugenia.

But her aunt had always been sickly and by her sixth year at Hogwarts, she had fallen ill and in quick succession named a successor to the school and passed on. Ophelia was essentially now well and truly an orphan. Custody was passed on to the Wizengamot, as no-one had come forward to claim responsibility for her. They found her a home in an acceptable place, where everyone wore grey and no-one ever wanted to be her friend because she was weird, because of course they couldn’t know she was a witch. She was never hurt or mistreated but it was miserable nonetheless. She stayed at Hogwarts for breaks and vacations her last two years, and when she did have to be at the home she practiced her wand movements with sticks, penned letters to Alphard -one of the only people in her house she felt ever really understood her-, and wrote in her journal everything she had no-one to say it to. She grew cynical and lonesome, and her tongue, which had always been quick, became positively devastating. But she found that she was also strong.

After her seventh year she did not return to the home for tearful goodbye forevers, she didn’t return at all, there was nothing there for her. She was out of the system, no trace on her, no obligation or responsibility, there was no-one around telling her who she had to marry, or how many children were required of her, there was nothing holding her to this place. She had worked the last three years of her life to enter into the field of Herbology but there was something holding her back from applying for apprenticeships with local masters, something missing, she felt adrift without the solid stone castle at her back. Then quite suddenly she realized that she wanted to run, she wanted to leave and never look back, she wanted to strike out and make herself a place in the world, something she had never felt she possessed. She couldn’t do that here, where she was an orphan Prince and sought after by a figure she wished to never associate with; she needed to make her mark where the ghost of her past and the possibilities of her future couldn’t touch her. The feel of a want to be revolution was thick in the air and in the later years she had heard whispers of her name that she didn’t like. So she left with what money she had been left by her family and the meager funds she was able to scrape together over the years, and as Ophelia did nothing in half measure, she took a one way trip to Egypt and never looked back.

O set out on a whirlwind adventure around the world, where she found she still loved plants and growing things and her travels included a ton of learning and research, but she also found how to live. She visited ancient magical places, places as old as time: Athens and Lisbon and Israel -she met a piece of her past there, the leader of this revolution she had hoped to outrun, but she didn’t let it derail her adventures, no matter his advances to persuade her otherwise. She went on to explore, eating foods she’d never heard of, she danced in the midnight sun, made love in the sand under the stars. She learned tribal songs and was blessed into an obscure religion, rode camels, fished massive beasts from the sea, climbed mountains in search of rare blooms and serenity, she soaked up the world and found herself along the way. She was fun, and headstrong, and smart, and cunning, and though it never seemed like it, she was giving. She gave so much of herself to everything she did and all the people she chose for her family, and later on to her students. When she earned her masters from a marvelous old wizard in the south of Sudan -the longest she had stayed in a place, eighteen grueling months, where coincidently her not so secret admirer found her again- she did it purely to have the achievement of mastering her most loved art, she never imagined it would come in handy when she least expected it.

In fact Ophelia had never imagined being a professor at all. Returning to a school, bound by walls and responsibilities, it was something she had left behind a long time ago. However, she had reached a point in her life where she was craving stability, a true home, and a life of her own that didn’t involve endless days of travel and customs checks because she bought one cursed skull one time. She had finally returned to her home continent after nearly a decade of wandering, though she could not bring herself to return to England proper. She popped around a bit, Greece, Romania, Italy, France. She had been sitting in a coffee shop with a new friend in the riverlands there when a proposition had reached her, an opening at the renowned Beauxbatons, and for just her specialty too. On a whim she applied and surprisingly, got the job without much effort, choppy French, and no teaching experience. Must have been her charming personality.

She met her old friend there, they had lost touch years ago but their friendship picked up as no time had passed, and she made plenty of new companions as well. She also found that teaching was fulfilling, despite her gripes sometimes. The system was nothing at all like what she had grown up with and she discovered she preferred it, very much. Giving her stability and freedom in equal measure and offering protection from the reach of a certain Riddle, she settled in her job nicely. She plans to live out the rest of her days in content leisure and has no plans to give up her lifestyle for anything or anyone any time soon.

APPEARANCE
Height: 5’ 5”
Hair: Strawberry blonde/red
Eyes: Blue
Other characteristics: Beauty mark on the top of her right cheekbone, birthmark on her left hip (looks like an ink splot), very fair, and always stylish. Can usually be found with a cigarette in hand.

TEMPERAMENT

Primary Motivator: Creation, adventure, education, hedonism, play

Sense of Humor: Dark

Emotional Disposition: Calm

Moodiness: Even tempered

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

CORE TRAITS

Libido: Active

Outlook: Realistic

Sexual Expressiveness: Upfront

Integrity: Meticulous

Sexual Expressive Style: Sensuous

Impulsiveness: Spontaneous

Openness to Sexual Experience: Open

Boldness: Daring

Flexibility: Adaptable

Interactivity: Candid

Conformity: Freethinking

MAGIC

Wand: 12 ¼ Walnut, River Serpent Horn core, solid

Boggart: Captivity

Patronus: Black Mamba

Familiar: Jörm, Yama & Yami, Hecate, Noctua

Astrological Sign: Cancer

TOPICS OF CONVERSATION

Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Smoking, light stimulants, slightly paranoid about poisons, staunch feminist

Hobbies & Enjoyments: Drinking, playing cards, doing big magic for fun, plants, watching the students plays/musicals/concerts

EDUCATION

House: Slytherin

Time at Hogwarts: 1943 - 1950

EMPLOYMENT

Type of Application: Civilian

Job/Position: Herbology Professor at Beauxbatons

How long: 1960 - Present

Qualifications: World experience, Masters in Herbology

OTHER

Play By: Miranda Otto
Player: Heather