Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Dec 4, 2010 13:42:37 GMT -5
Teagan Monolayre was, as one might say, a complex individual. She was an intelligent scholar who toyed with various inventions. She as a quidditch player back in her school days, a rather successful jock. She was head girl and a once-upon-a-time quidditch captain, yet she followed the orders of her current superior quite satisfactorily. Rumor had it she might even be up for a promotion soon enough. Despite all of her seriousness and tragedy, this woman had maintained one particular trait since she was very young: a trouble-making curiosity. She pranked teachers and fellow students, even her wicked family. The very night her family was murdered, Teagan had been causing mischief at the Monolayre estate--she sneaked in, managed to steal a rather valuable artifact, and faced this massive snake that gave her a nasty scar on her left arm. A few years later, she had even freed that deadly centuries-old witch called Doneele, the first and original Monolayre.
Teagan breathed softly, her breath lightly fading about her mouth like plumes of smoke drifting out of a cherry-rimmed chimney. Her hair was blond this time, her eyes a dappled blue.
Her slender fingers clutched at the hem of her hood as she pulled it up and over her face, letting her pretty eyes be devoured by shadows. She was older than before too--either in her late thirties or early forties.
This, of course, wasn't her first time doing something so troublesome.
Her white winter cloak billowed meekly about her sightly transfigured boots and hidden attire. Like a lone fae lost in the wind, her slender figure twisted, and she vanished from the streets of Drakborough with nothing but a fleeting ripple of sound and bootprints to show she'd ever been present.
A moment later, her dark shoes graced the thin layer of snow waiting patiently outside the Diadem Fortress, leaving a light arc in their wake.
She exhaled lacily, fully prepared and disguised for some serious trouble.
Granted, the last time she's set loose an imprisoned being--Doneele--she'd ended up with her soul damaged and got to experience the Imperius Curse first-hand. Perhaps one ought to mention she'd nearly died on various occasions? Oh, well.
Maybe she came here out of guilt for the poor tree sprite who was stuck in such a dull and dead arena. Possibly it was because she wanted something in return. Perhaps she merely recalled how pissed-off that Gabriel boy had been and simply wanted to release this irritating fellow upon the townsfolk and watch the chaos ensue.
What was her reason, honestly? She just wanted to be a pain in the ass.
She'd cursed doors to sing, poured Polyjuice Potion with Professor Adhara Naunet's hair into the school punch, transfigured Cobalt into a flamingo and mailed him to the headmaster, and so much more.
It was but a minor detail that this bedeviled being was quite probably associated with the notorious Count Antares Scorpius, the man who caused quite a bit of madness in years past. Oh, but Teagan hadn't actually been present for that--she had a strange knack of being absent whenever such things occurred.
She walked quietly into the fortress, the snow and occasional twig or bone crunching beneath her boots.
"Puck," she called softly in the very authoritative manner that made students young and old of Firefox University obey her year after after year. Then again, perhaps he would not arrive... But would it be any loss for her? It was not as though she was the one entangled in cumbersome chains.
With a small smirk, Teagan aptly recalled that she'd waited two weeks since she'd seen him. Considering she'd finished her research easily in a night, one might attribute this to spite.
DERP!Teagan breathed softly, her breath lightly fading about her mouth like plumes of smoke drifting out of a cherry-rimmed chimney. Her hair was blond this time, her eyes a dappled blue.
Her slender fingers clutched at the hem of her hood as she pulled it up and over her face, letting her pretty eyes be devoured by shadows. She was older than before too--either in her late thirties or early forties.
This, of course, wasn't her first time doing something so troublesome.
Her white winter cloak billowed meekly about her sightly transfigured boots and hidden attire. Like a lone fae lost in the wind, her slender figure twisted, and she vanished from the streets of Drakborough with nothing but a fleeting ripple of sound and bootprints to show she'd ever been present.
A moment later, her dark shoes graced the thin layer of snow waiting patiently outside the Diadem Fortress, leaving a light arc in their wake.
She exhaled lacily, fully prepared and disguised for some serious trouble.
Granted, the last time she's set loose an imprisoned being--Doneele--she'd ended up with her soul damaged and got to experience the Imperius Curse first-hand. Perhaps one ought to mention she'd nearly died on various occasions? Oh, well.
Maybe she came here out of guilt for the poor tree sprite who was stuck in such a dull and dead arena. Possibly it was because she wanted something in return. Perhaps she merely recalled how pissed-off that Gabriel boy had been and simply wanted to release this irritating fellow upon the townsfolk and watch the chaos ensue.
What was her reason, honestly? She just wanted to be a pain in the ass.
She'd cursed doors to sing, poured Polyjuice Potion with Professor Adhara Naunet's hair into the school punch, transfigured Cobalt into a flamingo and mailed him to the headmaster, and so much more.
It was but a minor detail that this bedeviled being was quite probably associated with the notorious Count Antares Scorpius, the man who caused quite a bit of madness in years past. Oh, but Teagan hadn't actually been present for that--she had a strange knack of being absent whenever such things occurred.
She walked quietly into the fortress, the snow and occasional twig or bone crunching beneath her boots.
"Puck," she called softly in the very authoritative manner that made students young and old of Firefox University obey her year after after year. Then again, perhaps he would not arrive... But would it be any loss for her? It was not as though she was the one entangled in cumbersome chains.
With a small smirk, Teagan aptly recalled that she'd waited two weeks since she'd seen him. Considering she'd finished her research easily in a night, one might attribute this to spite.