SELWYN, juliet aemilia






the playwright
a little about you

alias; Sara
age; Nineteen
gender; Female
roleplay experience; Eight years
availability; As much as I can spare.
other characters; Cynric Zabini, Sirius Black, Raoul Vivero and Charity Burbage.

casting call
the basics

full name;

Juliet Aemilia Selwyn

nicknames;

Jules, Professor, Professor Selwyn. “Make Romeo jokes and die.”

age;

Twenty-Three

birthdate;

April Fifth

house and year;

Former Slytherin, current professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

alliance;

Order all the way.

blood status;

Pureblood, but a definite blood traitor.

sexuality;

“Depends, am I drunk, or am I sober? Sober, I’m strictly dicktly, but get me smashed and I’ll go home with anyone, bloke or no.”

animal familiars;

An eagle owl named Hercules.

canon or original;

Canon, well, as far as professors are canon.

anything else?;

Nothing comes to mind.

the costume department
the physical appearance

playby;

Halle Berry

hair;

Jet black, tightly curled when she allows it to grow long, but kept cropped fashionably short at the moment. It both makes her look like a bit of a rebel, and sets off her features nicely.

eyes;

Warm, chocolate brown, nearly always alight with mischief, Jules's gaze conveys her rather wicked spirit quite nicely. Set against her feminine cheekbones and full lips, they compliment her warm skin tone nicely, though when they darken, it's a good idea to take it as a warning and run.

height/weight;

Five foot seven, about 130 pounds.

build;

Slender, not really what you’d classify as a twig, but with an enviable metabolism. She has ample curves, enough to set her apart from the crowd, and while she won’t show them off while she’s teaching, they are quite visible on the weekends.

anything else?;

“I have my earlobes pierced, and a quote from Edgar Allan Poe tattooed on my lower back.”

the role
the personality

likes;

• Any and all things fantastical
• Spastic people, so fun to study
• Interesting strangers
• Math
• Anything analytical
• Divination
• Knowledge in general, it really is power
• High places, particularly towers
• Traveling
• Making discoveries
• Having her ‘genius’ appreciated
• Matters of intellectual inquiry
• All things romantic and strange
• Those who are ‘troubled’
• People who are probably best labeled ‘insane’
• People with psychological disorders
• Studying her fellow students
• Muggle psychology
• Studying anything, for posterity, you understand
• Befriending people, the weirder the better
• Spontaneity and happenstance
• Defensive spells
• Arithmancy
• Questions with concrete answers
• Things which have an actual point

dislikes;

• Things without answers
• Stupid questions
• PHILOSOPHY. It’s the study of stupid questions! Who the hell cares what happens if a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it? It’s a TREE.
• Pedophiles, otherwise known as men who are older who she doesn’t like, dating people she cares about. Doesn’t matter if he’s five minutes older, in her eyes, he’s a pedophile.
• Creepy old men, you know, the actual pedophiles.
• Creepy old men in Disillusionment Charms. Shudder. Shudder.
• Hatred
• Intolerance, especially towards Muggles. What the hell’s the point? Wizards have wands, Muggles have rocket launchers. Who do YOU think would kill more people in a fight?
• Stupidity is the most avoidable cause of death in the world. Don’t be stupid, people, and you won’t wake up the next morning going “I slept with what?!”
• Pointless things like Potions, dating etiquette, bad movies that waste your life, waiting in line, and idiots.
• Offensive spells. Seriously, who needs to know how to turn their enemies inside out, and what the hell kind of deranged person invented the Cruciatus curse?
• Dueling. Why. Would. You. Do. It? It’s not the Middle Ages, guys.
• Charms, mostly because she sucks at them.
• The Dark Arts, again, what kind of sick moron invented half the things they involve? Sacrifices and rituals and creepy things involving terrible wrath just aren’t her thing.
• Voldemort needs to get a life.
• What exactly is the point of owning a troll doll? The real things are ugly and massive but at least they’re interesting. Troll dolls are just creepy.
• Barbie is the most pathetic thing known to man and needs to be shot for spreading sexism.
• People who think bikinis are immodest. Please. You tell her which piece to take off and she’ll gladly wear a one-piece.

strengths;

Brutally honest
• Always forthright
• Highly aggressive
• Self-assured and self-confident
• Unfazeable
• Sardonic
• Calm, to a level that’s unnerving
• Bold to the very last
• Strategic
• Cunning
• Highly manipulative, but done in plain sight
• Ambitious
• Maternal, when she allows herself to be

weaknesses;

Stubborn to the point of the ridiculous
• Tactless and overly-blunt
• Has a tendency to be quite rude
• Pigheaded
• Opinionated
• Bossy and domineering
• Motormouthed
• Illogical while refusing to admit it
• Highly secretive about deeper motivations
• Overly cynical
• Deeply mistrustful
• Extremely impatient

fears;

• That she’ll get someone killed
• Altering the course of the future for the worse
• Being helpless to stop the destruction
• Losing someone she loves
• Falling in love at all
• Dying unremembered

dreams;

• Using her visions to avert disaster
• Seeing the war through in tact
• Building a life with someone who won’t die
• Dying nobly and with a bang, should she have to
• Leaving behind one hell of a legacy

patronus;

A hedgehog, which immediately draws to mind the image of something prickly and bad-tempered, a poor mislabeled creature that is much like Jules to her enemies. There’s a lot of symbolism packed into this little animal; its nocturnal vision is a symbol for intuition, psychic ability, prophetic dreams and visions. This is because the night deals with concepts that are cloaked in shadow - a realm that is not altogether clear, and so the hedgehog's active time is at night is symbolic of "second sight." Hedgehogs are intelligent, resourceful creatures, capable of using their natural gifts to plan ahead (using those spines as toothpicks to save food for later, among other things). When relaxed and safe, hedgehogs are sweet, gentle creatures, soft to the touch, but threaten one and it’s instantly able to take care of itself, curling up so that only the sharp, abrasive parts of itself can be touched. And of course, the hedgehog also has a natural resistance to venom, keeping itself evil-free and dry. Nothing else could sum up Jules quite so perfectly.

boggart;

What Jules fears, more than anything else, is having everyone she’s decided to take on as allies, everyone she cares for, die, while the specters of her parents stand beside the carnage and laugh. As much as she hates to admit it, she did love her parents, so it’s the double whammy of losing her friends and having her dead loved ones delight in her misery.

dementor;

Discovering the dead bodies of her parents, with the Dark Mark burning in the sky over their home. I trust we don’t really need to elaborate beyond that.

amortentia;

Concord grapes, melting chocolate, nutmeg, fabric softener, raspberry cordial.

personality description;

This is a temporary fix, until I get a real one written.

• SARCASTIC “Take life seriously all the time? Yeah, right. I’d rather stay out of the corner where people go to sob like little children and wear too much eyeliner, thanks.”

• BLUNT “Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.”

• MANIPULATIVE “Why on Earth would I play with all my cards showing? That’s not the way life works, children, and if it comes down to fucking with someone to get what I want or letting someone fuck with me, they’re not getting anywhere near me.”

• CYNICAL “Life’s a bitch and then you die. NEXT.”

• CARING “Don’t let that one get out, they’ll all walk all over me. But fine, I operate on a basic principle: treat me like a human being, and I’ll treat you like one. Behave like an asshat, and the chair will go out from under your ass so quickly you won’t even see it. And fine, I’m loyal as hell, blah blah blah, scarred by my visions of a pretty post-apocalyptic future, care about the people who’ll all die, blaaah. Don’t read too much into it.”

on-stage
the background

nationality;

English

hometown;

London, England

parents;

• Julius Selwyn, father, deceased
• Clymenestra Rookwood Selwyn, mother, also deceased

siblings;

She’s an only child.

other family;

None who’ll acknowledge her existence.

background history;

“Pay attention, class, cause I’m only gonna tell you this story once. I was born to a pair of proud purebloods with truly unfortunate names, and they decided to continue the family tradition by sticking me with Juliet Aemilia. I suspect it was to foster hostility in me early on in life, but who knows. Perhaps it’s some bizarre hazing ritual. Anyway, my parents were definitely not the lovey-dovey, ‘let’s go on dates, honey’ kind of couple. They were more the throwing-vases-at-mistresses kind of couple, and they raised me to be a proper little pureblood. Sit up straight, look pretty and demure, pretend you don’t have emotions, and recite your racist ideologies on cue. I was such a good child.

And then I got to be about twelve, and they hit me – the visions. They came to me as nightmares, and they changed everything. Suddenly, I was living one life where Mommy and Daddy wanted me to grow up to be a good little bigoted mass-murderer, and another where I would fall asleep and hear the screams of men and women dying every time I closed my eyes. I think I’m more of a Cassandra than anything else, the kind of Seer who only sees destruction, because since they kicked in I’ve been dreaming about nothing but war and death and torture and rape and all those lovely things we really want our small children seeing and being afraid to tell us they’ve seen. Of course my parents didn’t know, they thought I was still the same good little girl they’d taught to tell them which groups of people deserved to die because of who their parents slept with.

I got to go off to Hogwarts while all this was going on, so I actually got myself thrown out into the Common Room to sleep most nights, otherwise I’d wake everyone else up screaming. It was actually kind of fucked up. So I got to thinking about all this, and before I really knew what I was doing, I’d gone to see Dumbledore, to tell him what I’d been seeing in my dreams. He was the one who told me what in the blazes a Seer was, and why Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t want me to see the pain they wanted me to inflict. It’s one thing to kill people because you don’t know they’re people, but when you have to listen to them, screaming for their lovers and their children, falling one by one, it’s a whole new game. I wasn’t in Kansas any more.

I came home at the end of my fifth year in school and told Mommy and Daddy all this, and they were not happy, if you couldn’t tell. They wanted me to be their docile little trained monkey, not the bitter little thing they had actually turned out to give Lord Voldemort when the time was right. They decided that then would be an excellent time to disown me, and I wasn’t gonna argue. I loved them, but they were carbon-copy idiots, programmed to function like racist little robots who never stopped to question, while me, I had to question everything. I think my ability to use my brain must be some kind of genetic fluke. I got thrown out on my ear, and took off to go stay with whatever friend was still speaking to me….some other pureblood, I don’t even remember her name by now. She didn’t stay speaking to me for long.

And then, I came back to get my things one day, and found that one of Voldy le Moldy’s minions had murdered my parents. Peachy keen, right? Just what I wanted for my late birthday present. Apparently, he was not happy at the fact that they had lost me and failed miserably on some raid or other, and this made him pissy enough to go Avada Kedavra on their asses. On the bright side, the house got left to me, and I had to have my ass dragged to couple of long Ministry hearings, but in the end they decided I could take care of myself, and I got to keep it. As you can imagine, I was a little bit pissed off that my parents got to be made examples of just because I decided to have one eensy bit of rebellion show through, and while they were undeniably asshats, they were still my asshats. As soon as the year was over, it was hello Order of the Phoenix, goodbye Slytherin. After a few years of studying and nearly getting myself killed in fights with Death Eaters, I took a job at Hogwarts, and now I’m training Dumbledore’s little army. Thank God I now have the ability to punish some of these people, if only I can stand the stupidity.”

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