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Isla Carlyle
Fifth Year Slytherin
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(9/17/05 9:56 pm)
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Branwen Llwyd
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Age: 15
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IC
Name: Branwen Llwyd
Nickname(s): -
DOB: 5/5/1988
Blood: Pure
Previous School/House: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she was a member of Slytherin House
Occupation: Works as Head Secretary for Lupus Enterprises. However, Branwen leads a double life and is also a newly appointed DeathEater.
Physical Appearance: Branwen has something of an oddly mixed heritage, being Welsh, Egyptian and Polish. From her great grandmother on her fathers side came to Britain as a Polish Jew. She married a Welshman and so adopted the name Llwyd. Branwens mother however, came from Egypt. It is from her, that Branwen inherits most of her looks. Her skin is a light brown colour, sometimes even turning a little golden in the summer time. Her eyes are small and an almond shape. Also like her mothers, they are a dark brown in colour, almost black. It is only when you focus very closely that you can distinguish the pupil from its ebony-coloured rim. In the middle of her left eye, there is a small, amber coloured fleck on the outer rim, something that Branwen has always liked about her eyes. From Mandisa, Branwen also inherited her charcoal coloured locks. They fall in loose curls to the breadth of her shoulders.
In terms of height, Branwen stands on the larger side of the scale. At 5’9, Branwen generally stands a head above every body else, something she found a problem in her teenage years. As a result, Branwen often walks with hunched shoulder, or her head bowed – echoing the problems of trying to fit in. However, Branwen has, in her adult years, grown accustomed to her rather favourable height and has learnt to use it to her full advantage as well. She can be a very menacing character when drawing herself to her full height. Branwen stays in regular check of her health and fitness, and she is an avid quidditch player. As a result, Branwen has a rather muscular frame and is physically very strong. However, she also takes care not to over do it. Branwen has been blessed with an hour glass figure and she has no wish to loose her C-Cup breasts through strenuous exrercise.
Branwen takes some pride in her appearance., she will rarely be found without some form of makeup on. Her eyes are always outlined with eyeliner and her long eyelashes are accented by one or two coats of mascara. Her eyebrows are also very well defined as she attends to them often. In her teenage years, Branwen didn’t have the best skin. Now she wears foundation to cover up the small acne scars that run along her chin. Her hands and nails also receive a lot of attention. She regularly uses hand crème and files and paints her nails, dark shades of red or black her favourite colours to use. This may seem a bit too much for some people. But Branwen looks at it as being somewhat necessary. After all, appearance says a lot about a person.
Personality: Branwen Llwyd is what one would call a complex individual, thus very hard to understand. It doesn’t help that she doesn’t say much either. Well, not to a stranger at least. Branwen is one of those quiet types, who tends to linger in the background rather than stand out in the spotlight; she preferrs to be overlooked rather than recognised. However, one must not mistake this for shyness. In fact, Branwen is far from it. More so, she chooses not to say much. Branwen from the beginning has found that being in the background enables her to be more observant of the things going around her. Then, if need be, she can make the best decision for herself on what to do about it. That points to another large part of Branwens personality; she is a calculating person. She constantly assesses herself and other people as well as the many. In this there is also intelligence. She is quick on the mark and finds it easy to adapt herself to difficult situations. She has what some would call the “street smarts”.
Something that you wouldn’t associate with super-Slytherin Branwen is the characteristic of loyalty. The young woman is extremely loyal, though where she chooses to place her loyalties in perhaps the reason the Sorting Hat didn’t even bother to think Hufflepuff. The fact is, Branwen chooses to stay loyal to those that she thinks have the most power. She won’t be loyal to her friends, she won’t be loyal to her family, but she will be loyal to her boss (in this case Panthera) and co-workers. Anything the boss asks of her, she’ll do it. From that there stems a certain ruthlessness. Branwen is prepared to do whatever it takes to make Panthera happy, even kill. Branwen could easily be a cold-blooded killer if he needed her to be. In her case, it is loyalty at it’s worst, where she is prepared to do anything.
History:
It was a marriage of convenience from the start. Aberforth Llwyd was pureblooded and rich. Mandisa Cadogan was the same. The dying purebloods of Wales had to stick together. She was only nineteen when they married, and he was eight years her senior. Their first night together, Mandisa felt repulsed at his growing beer belly. Aberforth felt triumphant in having such a beautiful wife. It was the start of many years of loneliness and emptiness for Mandisa. She wished dearly to return to her family, but they forbade it. As a pureblooded Egyptian family, they were conscience of making their way in the ‘pure’ society of Britain. Mandisa was told to endure it as best she could, as it wasn’t going to get any worse or better.
So, Mandisa withdrew into herself and transformed from what she once was. Once happy and kind, she turned into a cold-hearted and manipulative woman. She surrounded herself with material wealth, trying find happiness where it lacked in her husband, and she built a wall of anger around her, so as no one could hurt her again. Soon, Mandisa’s friends were made for convenience, just like her marriage. She wasn’t someone to be a friend, not like she once was. Because now she had no care for others. Even when she fell pregnant with her first child, Mandisa felt nothing. When she gave birth, Mandisa had a nanny on hand, ready to take the child and breastfeed it. The only thing Mandisa let herself feel was relief, that, as Cadwgawn was a boy, she had provided an heir for Aberforth. At least, in that, there was security.
There would be one more child before Branwen, and two afterwards. Throughout it all, Mandisa’s views never changed. Branwen was born into a stagnant, un-loving environment like all the rest of her brothers and sisters. All the love she received came from the Nannies that looked after them. But they changed annually and so no attachment was really ever made. At some points in her life, Mandisa did try to spend time with her children. But life had cracked her and she no longer had the patience to deal with them. She yelled at them and smacked them to try and make them behave. This only made the four children retaliate more and eventually she gave up and returned to her room.
Aberforth did not have much involvement with his children either. While he was happy to take them out to dinner parties that was as far as his efforts went. It was probably better that way. Aberforth was not a particularly kind or caring man and he certainly held no love for his four children. So, the Llwyd offspring had to content mostly with each other for company. However, in some ways, this was a blessing in diguise. Though Branwen grew up in a rich family, and pretty much had every material thing a kid could want, she did not become a spoilt little brat. After all, everything had to be shared with everyone else. Nothing was really your own and you either learnt to share or got beaten up. It was as simple as that. Of course, Branwen did come to expect those little luxuries in life, but she did not grow up as a demanding and selfish child.
It is from her family life, that Branwen developed her Slytherin traits. Growing up with two brothers and a younger sister, one learns to be tough; one learns to be “street smart”. The only way to get what you what is to be cunning, so that’s what Branwen learnt to be. Even when she was a child it was evident. She learnt how to twist situations and get herself out of trouble. Branwens ambition also came from her family, but out of a negative light. As she lacked love from her parents, she was always trying to gain their approval. She be sweet and pretty and get good grades. Then maybe she’d get a pat on the head from her father. That small bit of affection was enough to keep her driving.
Branwen was five years old when she displayed her magical talents. As very small children, she and her brothers and sister would play on the railings of the staircase, having competitions to see who could slide down the fastest and little games like that. On this particular occasion it was Branwens turn to race down the stair rails. As she seated herself at the top of the stairs, Cadwgawn decided to exercise some of his brotherly strength and push her over the side. Branwen, being totally unprepared for it, was forced over the side and started plummeting towards the ground. Now, this was something of a serious situation, as the staircase was at least one story high and Branwen had been sitting at the very top of it. However, in the end there was nothing to fear because as Branwen hit the floor, she bounced up again, right up onto her feet and was totally unharmed.
At eleven years old, Branwen sure enough received her Hogwarts letter. Come September month she was off and on arrival she was sorted into Slytherin house. She was the first and only of the Llwyd children to be sorted into Slytherin, Cadwgawn was in Ravenclaw, Aeronwy in Gryffindor and Ioan in Ravenclaw. Unlike some children she did not mind being different in terms of Hogwarts house. In fact, she saw it as a good thing. Aberforth had also been in Slytherin and in Branwens eyes it meant he would favour her more. In school she did very well. Branwen was quick on the mark and picked things up very easily. She was a well-known face in Slytherin house due to her academic excellence, however she missed out on positions such as prefect. In the end Branwen was a little too quiet; she wasn’t leader material. However, she did graduate as the top student in her year and left Hogwarts with an impressive N.E.W.T score.
It was during her school years, that Branwen began to take an interest in the DeathEaters and the Dark Arts. She had always prided herself on being a pureblood and began to see the DeathEaters as the elitists of society. Being in Slytherin house it was easy to ask questions and not appear suspicious due to its history and the lineage of many of its members. But very few people knew of the actual happenings of the DeathEaters. After the war they had shrunk into obscurity; there had been no movement for many years. However, Branwen always kept an eye open and ear listening for anything that could point her in their direction once she had graduated.
Once Branwen had left school, it didn’t take her long to find a job. Her father quickly fixed her up with an desk job in the Department of Magical Transportation and though the work was dull, the pay was good. However, after six months Branwen found she was starting to get bored. She began to do more than ask questions and actually began chasing up leads. However it often led her nowhere. Those that had ever had ties with the DeathEaters were either dead or wanted nothing to do with them. But luck was at hand. Six months after graduation, Branwen came into contact with Panthera Lupus.
At first it was a simple job. Some of the Floo connections had stuffed up and worker weren't able to leave. She would be out of Lupus Enterpises in a few small hours. Or not. It ended up being that Branwen met Panthera, the head of Lupus Ent. They started talking, and didn't stop. He then offered her a job as Head Secretary. Branwen didn't think much about not taking it. Because even as she said yes, she sensed there was something more to Panthera than met the eye. She was right because Panthera Lupus was in fact a full fledged DeathEater. Within two weeks of working with him, Panthera confided this in Branwen and she couldn't be happier.
Of course, now that Branwen knew, it would be only necessary for her to become a DeathEater herself. Panthera crowned her that very day and hour in his office. And as Branwen raised her sleeve to expose her left arm, and felt the burning pain of the mark, she couldn't help but rejoice in a smile.
Roleplay Sample: Branwen arrived soon after Cammelia, emerging from the trees as a figure cloaked in black. Walking in long, powerful strides she kept her face down and her eyes to the ground. This was a grounding experience for the young woman. Never had she been in the company of such people, their powers and ability were something she had admired since she was a child. And now she was among them. She, Branwen Llwyd, was a DeathEater. For a moment, her thoughts turned to her mother and what she would say. She’d be horrified for certain, but that was not of Branwens concern. She’d never been particularly fond of her mother.
Branwen Llwyd was a member of a new generation of DeathEaters. She’d grown up in the midst of a war and had seen much of their trials and errors. She still remembered her fifth year, discussing it with a group of her friends. They’d joked about it and made a pact to all join up when the time came. So far she was the only one to have kept the pact. All of her school friends had either married or found suitable jobs in the Ministry. Now they had wanted nothing to do with it.
But Branwen was different from all the rest. She had desired power from the start. She had seen the DeathEaters and what they were capable, and from the very first moment she had wanted to be a part of them. She had wanted to share in that power. As soon as she had graduated, she began to search for them. In the end, it was the DeathEaters who found her. She became a student of Panthera Lupus and began to work for his company. It was only a matter of time before he asked her to join them.
Now, as Branwen came into the clearing and looked up, she saw the familiar face of her Master. She nodded at him, a smile lingering on the edges of her full, pink lips. He must know what this meant to her. She had desired it for so long, it almost did not seem real. But there she was, in the circle of DeathEaters, staring at the faces of some who had become legends to her. Bellatrix Lestrange was one of them. Her sunken eyes and lank black hair had etched themselves onto her mind. Now, Branwen stood looking at them in them moonlight. No longer was she a black and white photo, but a full fledged killing machine, standing in the forest of Scotland. It was unbelievable.
"Good evening. I'm sorry it took longer than usual, you had awful timing this time. I was in the middle of something, and you know how I despise being disturbed when I'm restoring something. But for you, Pan, anything."
At this, Branwen looked towards Panthera. Her eyebrows were raised in a questioning look, however a playful smile lingered on her mouth and her dark brown eyes sparkled with cheek.
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Edited by: Snake Skinned at: 9/18/05 7:21 pm
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