d'eath, farrah garnett {finished}

name: farrah garnett d'eath
age/year: nineteen - graduate
date of birth: december 25
house/occupation: Fashion Designer
bloodstatus: Pureblood Vampire
wands: 9 3/4, alderwood, snake and boomslang skin
broom: none

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height: five foot nine
weight: approx 135lbs
general description: Farrah has a unique beauty to her, and she is completely aware of it. She rarely ties her hair back, chosing to let it roll in light curls down her back, when she doesn't straighten it for the day, or enhance her curls. Her dark chocolate eyes are entrancing, and she often uses light makeup to enhance her eyes and other facial features. She is not athletic by any means, but she has quite a slim build, and has often heard rumors about how she keeps it that way, but she knows none are true. She often wears outfits that show off her curves and her legs, she is not afraid of showing a bit of her body off.
face claim: leighton meester

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likes: at least eight
reading
writing
designing
sewing
guys
money
working
walking
dislikes: at least eight
sunlight
blood
arguments
arrogant guys
liars
cheaters
thieves
bad fashion
strengths: at least three
enhanced senses
intelligent
strong fashion sense
weaknesses: at least three
kind/caring heart
intelligent
work ethic
dementor: characters worst memory
Farrah's worst memory was when she was younger, growing up as the child of a vampire isn't easy. The thought of taking someone else's life giving force for herself is something she can't stand. So, when she was unable to secure blood from a blood bank she had to turn to a human source unwillingly given. She has since made sure to not let herself come close to that again, the feeling of taking someone else's life for herself.
boggart: characters biggest fear
Farrah's biggest fear is actually herself. She is actually a caring individual, but she knows she's dangerous. She is not timid, and is rather self aware of how she tends to draw others in, just by her presence. But the fact that she could easily kill one of these innocent creatures terrifies her. She does not want to imagine the weight of being responsible for taking the life of someone else. Even being too close causes her to push others away to a point.
mirror of erised: three desires
The largest and ‘loudest' desire Farrah has is to own her own clothing shop, selling her own clothing line, one she has designed herself.
Her second desire is to be able to allow someone close. She has a best friend, but keeping her as close as she wants is a hard task, and keeping a man close, she's a romantic at heart.
Her last desire is to be in full control of her blood lust. She still at times finds it almost impossible to be around others, especially large groups.
amortentia: four scents
leather
cinnamon
sugar
iron
veritaserum two secrets
Farrah’s biggest secret, is the fact that as a young child she actually murdered someone, taking their life force for herself. She hates that she had to, but she had no choice in the matter.
Another secret that she keeps hidden to her heart, is that she has already fallen in love, but in order to protect him, she speaks not of it to anyone and works to push him away.

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mother: unknown - deceased
father: lorcan d'eath
siblings:3 older brothers, 1 younger brother
pets: none
history: Farrah never got to met her mother, for her birth took her mother from the world, leaving the small prematurely born baby screaming for comfort in arms she could never seek comfort in. But there was another that comforted the small crying child, the Christmas miracle. The hospital staff had wanted to name the baby something related to the day of her birth, but the head nurse, the source of comfort, decided on calling her Farrah, and soon enough the name stuck.

No one stepped forward to claim the young child by the time she was cleared to be released. And instead of letting the child go to a stranger, the head nurse decided to take in the little one, who was already so comfortable with her. But little did anyone know, there was someone looking for the young girl, knowing she was best in his hands. It was six months from her birth before Lorcan was able to find the young girl, and petitioned to be granted his daughter. He made a promise with the head nurse to be allowed to have visits with the child, but that she would be in better hands with him. She agreed, as he agreed to keep the name, registering her full name as Farrah Garnett D’Eath.

Farrah grew up a happy baby in Lorcan’s care, learning just what and how she was. She was supplied with blood without having to see the actual human source. She was content with that. She always hated the thought of her father feeding from the source, and would always smile seeing him have a cup of blood as she would. Things were good for years, until Farrah was 10. She was young and innocent, and something happened at the blood banks to cause there to not be enough supply, and Lorcan, as much as he hated to, to keep Farrah going, forced her to feed from the source, she had been too long without. Farrah fought against it, but once tasting the blood flowing freely, she couldn’t stop. By the time her father realized what happened, it was to late. The victim was gone.

Farrah withdrew, knowing what happened, even if her father said not a word. She was disgusted with herself for what she had done. But then her letter for Hogwarts came, her 12th summer, she was excited, her father concerned. He knew that Farrah had a kind heart, but he knew there were also some out there that would not be afraid to take advantage of that fact, and he did not want his only daughter to be hurt any more than she already had. But he also couldn’t deny her from going and that September First, seen her off on the Hogwarts Express.

Farrah found herself a nice quiet compartment to secure herself in, and read the entire trip to school, and was in awe upon seeing Hogwarts. She loved it. The boat ride for first years scared her a little bit, she was afraid of falling in. Upon entering the Great Hall for the Sorting she wondered just where she would be put. She seemed to have just a little bit of everything in her. She was courageous, cunning, daring, intelligent, it almost sounded like Hufflepuff would be where she would go, they seemed to take the misfits. But the hat surprised her when it debated between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, before making its decision of Ravenclaw.

She thrived in Ravenclaw, and refused to believe in the stereotypes amongst the houses. She found friends and enemies in all houses. She enjoyed school and slowly started making her own outfits, and loved getting the compliments she received. Thoughout school she was the quiet one, the one it was always a wonder if she was actually in class. She only took classes she knew she would excell in to keep herself happy. Potions and Caring for Magical Creatures weren’t really her strong points. She was one a lot went to when they needed someone to talk to. She rarely dated during school, but she has been seen with a couple guys throughout the years.

Upon graduating, she still remains close to the nurse that saved her, she works at a local clothing shop, she’s saving up to open her own store, selling her own creations. She for now just enjoys life and takes things day by day.

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alias: tetra
age: forever and a day
experience: over 10 years
sample:Mel had been day dreaming herself, though not the typical day dreams that girls her age would have. It wasn’t about boys, or her really her future, it was about her past, which then again, was her future also. She never got to met her mother, and she wished she had, but she couldn’t complain, she had a wonderful family, her mother’s sister taking her in after she passed. But it also caused problems, which lead to her ‘condition’. She wanted nothing but to be normal, though it would never happen. At least she had a family that supported her, and raised her lovingly.

She learned a few years ago why she never had cousins to grow up with or anything, which no one could be blamed for. It’s just that raising Mel for her sister, had been enough for her aunt, even if she wasn’t hers physically. She raised and cared for her as though she was, which she was thankful for. She wasn’t a spoiled brat, but it wasn’t that she never got anything, they put limits on her, and except for her closed down personality, Melinda was a good child. And no matter what anyone told her, she still felt that her condition was her fault, and it turned a bit of wild child, who constantly butted heads with her aunt, into a very reserved and closed child. Even daycare or numerous babysitters after the incident could open the child back up, and she became the, as others would call her, cold and uncaring bee-atch queen.

Melinda wasn’t really paying any attention to anyone around her, which was typical, something else was always on her mind. Whether it be her school work, or even the moon, and when it’s next cycle was. Her goals, hopes, dreams, were nothing like the other students, who aspired to be Headmistress or Headmaster, or aurors, or some other fancy job. All Melinda wanted to be content with life was a cure for Lycanthropy, though she knew there never would be one. One could dream right? Maybe other’s could, but Melinda never had the time to.

Her bag on her back, she straightened, only to find herself in an meeting with the grass, as she was knocked over. She managed to suppress the snarl that wanted out, and the quick reflex to attack her attacker when she heard someone speaking. “Sorry, Sorry”. Mel got up rolling her eyes and sighed before turning to face her attacker. So much for beating the rush to dinner, which for Mel was fine, her end of the table was always empty anyway.

“How about you try watching where your going." She stated, it wasn’t a question, or a suggestion, it came out more like a command. She then took in the other, and again rolled her eyes. Figures, has to be a Hufflepuff. Looking down, she noticed that in her tumble a couple blades of grass and a leaf or two had attached themselves to her robes, and she nonchalantly brushed them off before looking back to Aislinn. “I’m sure you don’t want to be late for dinner.”

Mel wasn’t the friendliest, and she surely wasn't going to be to blame for keeping another student from their dinner, even if she herself was late. She still needed to return her bag to her dorm before going to dinner. She stepped aside and raised an eyebrow, waiting for the Hufflepuff to pass, after all, she seemed to be in a hurry.