PINCE, olivia asterope






the playwright
a little about you

alias; Sara
age; Nineteen
gender; Female
roleplay experience; Eight years
availability; Much as I can, vague as that is.
other characters; See the pretty mug shots on the sidebar.

casting call
the basics

full name;

Olivia Asterope Pince, which is in fact an alias. She was born Delilah Isabella Troy, but obviously she can’t go round using that one.

nicknames;

Liv or Livy. Only people she’s extremely close to may call her Lya.

age;

Twenty-eight, though she was turned when she was twenty-one, and is currently claiming to be seventeen years old.

birthdate;

August 13

house and year;

She’s currently a seventh year Ravenclaw, ironic since she also graduated from that house in the past.

alliance;

Officially, Liv is with the Ministry, and whatever side they choose to take. Unofficially, she’d rather gnaw her own arm off than side with anyone but the Order.

blood status;

Pureblood, though now tainted, since she’s also a vampire.

sexuality;

Somewhat omnisexual. Normally, she leans towards being straight, and most of the time she’s attracted to men, but she’s fallen in love with a woman or two in the past.

animal familiars;

A scrappy little cat who’s missing half an ear, that Liv picked up in Liverpool. She’s named her Pandora, and is training her to attack morons on cue.

canon or original;

Original

anything else?;

She can’t bring it on school grounds (insert rant about idiotic school rules here), but Liv drives a 1976 Harley-Davidson, and in addition to being totally sweet, it also happens to fly.

the costume department
the physical appearance

playby;

Anne Hathaway

hair;

Dark brown, with a strong natural wave to it, Liv’s hair is as wild as she is, a mane that she despises tying back, and usually lets do whatever it likes, once she’s run a hairbrush through it. When properly tamed, it can be very elegant, but as she hates fettering it, it bears more of a resemblance to fire than anything else, flickering like tongues of flame around her. She refuses to cut it as well, except for when it gets long enough that she winds up sitting on it, so it can be counted on to remain long unless some clever person has convinced her to curl it.

eyes;

Warm, chocolate brown which borders on amber when they blaze in anger, Liv’s eyes are certainly distinctive, a sharp, penetrating gaze that doesn’t really look through you, but certainly skewers you if she’s in a bad mood. They convey more of her emotions than anything else about her, warm when she’s contented, frightening when angered, and drifting between her moods like a weather report. If you happen to see storm clouds, run the other way.

height/weight;

5’4”, about 115 pounds (it fluctuates).

build;

Slender and lightly built, Liv has never borne any resemblance to a goddess or a statue, but she curves generously in the right places, and is rather delicate, under all that attitude. She’s not much to write home about stature-wise, but she manages to transcend this, usually with her habit of fearlessly waltzing up to people a foot taller than her and throwing a punch.

anything else?;

She has a red rose tattooed down her back, and the Japanese kanji for “bravery” on her ankle. She also has a habit of sprouting fangs when truly annoyed or going after dinner.

the role
the personality

likes;

• Frightening uptight strangers
• Making entrances
• Sliding down banisters (it takes real technique to do it on your hands)
• Black and red
• Rock and roll, hell yes
• Hippies, well the open-minded part
• Parties, something interesting always happens
• Learning about other cultures
• Men with spines
• People who are as bold as she is
• Trying new things
• Guns, she’s just an assault-rifle kinda gal
• Knives too, though if they’re not small enough to hide up a sleeve, they bore her
• Pranks and practical jokes, when she's the one playing them
• Chocolate, what woman doesn’t?
• Destroying boundaries
• Androgyny and gender-bending
• Feminism
• Loud noises and music
• Fire, she’s a bit of a pyro
• Bitching out those who are prejudiced
• Scaring the hell out of Slytherins
• The Order of the Phoenix
• All things that are not ‘ladylike’
• Life’s no fun without laughter

dislikes;

• Egos
• Idiotic people
• Male arrogance
• Misogyny
• Being underestimated
• People who try to calm her down or tame her
• Rules that make no sense
• Actions that have no reason behind them
• Being backstabbed
• People who jump to idiotic conclusions
• Being ignored just because of differing opinions
• Tyranny and any form of corruption
• Gender stereotypes
• Pureblood supremacists
• People who are apathetic or ridiculous
• Being held back
• Homophobes, and other idiots
• Helplessness
• Long silences which she has to fill herself
• Failure in any way, shape or form
• Killjoys and buzzkills
• Being gypped or ripped off
• Death threats
• Being lowballed with expectations
• Death Eaters, anyone who hangs with Voldemort
• Voldemort, in general, a moron
• Anti-Muggle sentiments
• The idea that those without magic are ‘barbarians’
• Mental hospitals
• Psychiatrists
• Pink, ruffles, glitter, and all things girly
• Conformism
• Those who abuse power

strengths;

• Confidence
• Inner strength
• Loyalty
• Self-control
• Resilience
• Compassion
• Pragmatism
• Intelligence

weaknesses;

• Mistrustful
• Bad at reading others
• Proud
• Overly stubborn
• Hot-tempered
• Fearful, and disgusted by it
• Evasive
• Vulnerable

fears;

• Ending up like her mother
• The part of her that can almost sympathize with her mother’s motivations
• Her own sadistic streak
• Vincent, aka her brother’s dark side, who takes the cake for sadism
• Dying
• That her own actions will one day damn her

dreams;

• Getting the hell away from the Ministry, that’ll be the day
• If only they had a way to let her go tanning
• Finding some kind of inner peace
• Finally taming her brother and his split personality
• Atoning for what her mother’s done

patronus;

A coyote. A figure of both wisdom and foolishness, the coyote is known as a cunning trickster, who teaches others their follies. Liv is much the same, always seeking to teach others what they’re doing wrong, and occasionally believing so strongly in her own opinions that she trips herself up, just as the coyote often catches himself in his own tricks in mythology. When the coyote succeeds, he does it with a smile on his lips, noting wryly the reality of the situation, and Liv is no different. Both a sage and a clown, she’s ultimately just trying to find meaning in the world.

boggart;

Liv’s greatest fear is falling in love, mainly because she fears that those she cares for will either stab her in the back or drop dead. The chief sources of this fear are the only relatives she has left, her mother and her younger brother. When confronted with a boggart, she sees the bodies of her loved ones, all slashed to death with the same small knife, and then finally the figure of her mother, holding the knife, grinning, who shifts into her, twenty years older and even more beserk. The figure of her brother then steps out from behind her, murmurs that he loves her, and stabs her in the heart.

dementor;

Without a doubt, returning home this past summer, to find the true extent of her mother’s insanity. Her uncle and aunt had been visiting at just the wrong moment, when Kel finally escaped her magical bonds, and went on a bit of a rampage.

Liv walked in the front door to the sight of Stephen lying face-up on the floor, bleeding profusely, making wet sounds as he gasped for air. From the living room came the sound of a shrill scream, and as Liv ran to investigate it, she came face-to-face with her mother, blood spattered across the woman’s features, holding a small dagger in her hands. The blade was barely an inch and a half long, yet it had done so much damage…and then she saw it. Geoffrey, her father, lying on the ground, his throat slashed, and beside him, the figure of Vesper, her aunt, bleeding all over the floor, her mouth slashed open with a Glasgow smile.

A soft sound escaped Liv’s throat, but she was unable to move, to speak, as her mother moved towards her….until a voice behind her cried, while barely unable to speak, ‘Stupefy!’, and her mother fell. Behind her, Stephen stood propped against the wall, and was barely able to utter a request for help, offer her a smile, before he fell dead from his wounds. Terrified, Liv stumbled from the room, and had just run to the fireplace when she saw the house go up in flames. By the time she had fallen into St. Mungo’s and passed out on the floor, the only one other than her half-brother to escape the massacre, every member of her family was already dead.

amortentia;

Strawberries, melting chocolate, cigarette smoke, curry, black pepper, roses, jasmine, leather.

personality description;

I hate the world today
You’re so good to me, I know, but I can’t change
Tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe I’m an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet

Take a look at Liv from the outside, and don’t be surprised if you find yourself completely at a loss to sum her up. Completely sealed in by her emotional walls, she nonetheless manages to be forward, volatile, wild, and completely untameable. The woman is simply a force of nature, and that force of nature is almost always contained voluntarily behind one of her neat little masks. Her spirit looks out at you through those amber eyes, past a facial expression that betrays absolutely nothing but what she wants you to see and hear. Understanding her, from one encounter or even twenty, is an arduous and rarely undertaken task, one embarked on by only the most patient or foolish. To look at her from the surface is to be given only what she thinks you need to work with, to either reject her or go along for the ride…and what a ride it is.

I can understand how you’d be so confused
I don’t envy you
I’m a little bit of everything, all rolled into one

Liv is, first and foremost, a dominant young woman. From within her depths comes the voice of a person who utterly refuses to be shoved about, bossed around, given orders, or in any way subjugated. She doesn’t do very well with authority, believing that she is her own authority, and while she will submit occasionally, this is only if she’s decided on her own that whatever rule she’s expected to follow makes sense to her. If, on the other hand, she thinks that her marching orders are complete and total tripe, she’ll just as quickly find a loophole and defy you. She molds her view of the universe, and the people in it, to her own terms, and anything that approaches compromise is to her laughable unless she sees the logic in cooperation. Being the one giving the orders simply makes more sense to her, and is the preferable position to be in.

Secondly, Liv is a realist. Sure, it would be great if everything in life led to hugs and puppies, but she knows damn well that it doesn’t, from long years of seeing the havoc human nature is capable of wreaking on the world. She doesn’t truck with daydreams and fantasies, nor does she accept that life has happy endings. It makes far more sense to her to prepare for the inevitable pain, heartbreak, and failure of more fanciful emotions before it takes place, and avoid feeling them as much as possible. If the world is going to hurt you no matter what you do, why not take steps out of the way where you know it will lash out? Cynicism is second nature to her, and has been from a very young age, which makes her what you might call jaded. She, on the other hand, calls it having the balls to deal with reality at its finest.

Thirdly, Liv is one of the proudest human beings you’re likely to encounter. This is her greatest pitfall, and at times, her greatest strength. Nothing that has befallen her so far has managed to extinguish her strength of will, but on the other hand, an ego like hers takes a pretty regular beating, and things are not pretty when it does. She has been known to lash out for no good reason against innocent people when her integrity is called into question, to react without rhyme, reason, or forethought when wounded, and to, in short, be a bit of a bitch if you hit her pride in just the right way. She also holds grudges for a very long time, and if she’s ever falsely accused of something, or taken down a couple of notches by someone, you can bet that she won’t ever forget it. In her mind, it goes in a circle, from ‘what if they were right’ to ‘no, they’re wrong so I should kick their ass’, and as to which thought wins…well, for a woman who has the self-awareness pretty much down, her pride is that one massive blind spot in her vision.

Of course, it’s just as likely that you could encounter Liv and not experience any of these traits, because lastly, she is an escapist, to the extreme of being able to detach and watch the world pass by her, while a mask operates her body, her words, and her awareness. Her emotional walls are not just walls, but more like a dragon-guarded castle equipped with crocodile-ridden moat, and getting past them takes long months, even years, of precision and understanding. She is an extremely guarded human being, often too guarded, and trusts no one if she can find a way around it. Her thoughts, feelings, motivations, and of course her history are all completely off-limits to the outside world, and the few feelings that get past the gates are the ones she allows to penetrate. Don’t expect her to be soft, vulnerable, or to show weakness unless she can think of no conceivable way to suppress them, and forget seeing her cry. The only times she has ever been recorded crying, it was followed by a sudden burst of anger at having been lowered to such a state, and the nearest onlooker winding up in pain. Reading her is neither easy nor particularly fun, but luckily for the strong of heart, it is worth the uphill climb.

I’m a bitch, I’m lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell, I’m your dream, I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way

Liv is, at heart, an emotional chameleon. Comparing her to fire for a moment, you could say that she and flames have quite a bit in common. Fire spreads, changes, consumes new territory, can even shift color depending on what it has to feed on, but it will always be fire until it is finally extinguished in a rush of smoke – and even then, whatever sparks are left will continue to fight for existence. Thus is the mind of this young woman. Unpredictable, constantly shifting, never quite the same twice, and yet, never changing at its very core. You could take her, throw her into the most stressful, maddening situation possible, toss her into a dozen different universes and scenarios, wherein her life was completely different, but she would always emerge from the other side with the same traits driving her.

No matter what griefs and pains cling to her, Liv has always retained two things: her inner fire, and her inner voice. Both have been tested over the course of her life, and both have always remained. This fire makes her strong-willed, incredibly stubborn, defiant, and of course, occasionally violent and angry, but it derives from a fact that she will never admit, not sober anyway. No matter what you do to her, no matter how others try to twist her, she has always been driven by her heart. This heart is nothing like what her detractors would like you to believe; there is no blackening, warping, or destruction here. No, Liv is, at her heart, still a child, fighting to retain her ability to love, and unwilling to give up her sweetness and softness just because the world has decided she needs to be rough around the edges.

Being told that Liv, of all people, is on her deepest level innocent and compassionate would strike many as an amusing joke, but it’s true. All of her efforts to shove others away, develop a strong sense pride and will, to protect herself and run at the world, are all because she knows she has to protect this deepest self. She loves far too easily, cares too deeply, and quite often, believes herself to be inadequate because this innocence does not serve her well in the outside world. She wants to believe that everyone around her is redeemable, and often overlooks massive flaws in those she truly loves, because she loves them and anything else about them is of absolutely no importance. At the same time, this trait terrifies her. What if she were to fall in love with a mass-murderer, or a vicious, abusive cad? What if she destroyed herself by loving someone completely undeserving, and couldn’t see the light until it was too late? Hence then, the emotional walls, because in her view, nothing else will keep her ability to feel for others from destroying her.

This is her greatest weakness, even more so than the pride. Liv is an inherently fearful person, and this cowardice, while she would never admit to it, has gotten her into more than one situation where she inadvertently destroyed someone worthy of her love rather than risk letting them in. She refuses to trust people out of fear of betrayal, refuses to love out of fear that it will end badly, in fact, refuses to let others see her at all because to be alone is to be freed from the damage other people can inflict. Her need to protect herself spills over into overcompensation, and the result is that few, if any, of the people around her ever truly get past her defensive maneuvers, even if they’re the most deserving person alive. Preemptively, she harms, to keep herself from being harmed, allowing the fear to control her even as she seeks to suppress it. It is not one of her better qualities, but good luck getting her to see that.

So take me as I am
This may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change, and today won’t mean a thing

Now, what does all this mean for the Liv on the outside? Simply put, the Liv who shows herself to the outside world is a mask, calm and collected, behind which she can hide and project her emotions through, safely. Meeting her, many note that she seems like such a collected individual, yet the feelings she expresses undermine this, through their intensity and wild qualities. She appears to be laidback, and slightly zen in her cynical, sardonic observations. Her voice has always been extremely sarcastic to begin with, but the way she deals with the world, she’s more like a sanguine young woman who’s appointed herself as the official commentator of how absurd existence is.

Of course, accompanying this laidback, honest (did I forget to mention that she despises liars so much she refuses to be like them?) young woman are traces of her childish nature, if you catch her in the right mood. She can be an extremely playful human being, capable of being taken on all kinds of pranks and wild adventures, and while she doesn’t drink because alcohol wreaks havoc on her inner filters, she’s still the kind of woman you’d want along when you head off to a party. She is perfectly capable of simultaneously guarding her heart and breaking out into an impromptu tango with a stranger, because really, what would be the point of being all doom and gloom? This is the side of her that her friends see most often, the woman who will go along with anything if approached the right way, refuses to back down from a dare, and is one of the more inventive lunatics you’re likely to meet once she’s high enough on life.

The downside of being a bright, opulent spirit is that she also has quite the temper, and if you push her far enough that she can no longer contain her anger behind coldness and subterfuge, it’s an excellent idea to duck before the fragile object (or her fist, if you’ve pissed her off sufficiently) collides with the side of her head. Her acid tongue is always in full swing, but push the wrong buttons, and prepare to be ripped apart both verbally and literally. That much fire and repressed emotion is not healthy, and when fully unleashed, Liv is something to behold. She can display a few traits of outright sadism if she’s angered so deeply she loses sight of reason, though this only occurs if you’ve done something like stab her brother or abused her closest friends. The phrases ‘mother bear’ and ‘tiger who has been poked in the eye with a stick’ both apply to her when angered, interchangeably, but be advised, it’s far better to run into a pissed-off tiger than a defensive mother bear. One predator might well decide you’re not worth killing, but the other will keep lunging until you’ve paid.

Thankfully, for everyone who encounters her, Liv is also very resilient, and given enough time, is capable of bouncing back from just about anything. Her refusal to stay down when kicked also means she refuses to hold onto petty fights, smaller slights, and insults, unless her pride was severely wounded enough to destroy her worldview for any period of time. Restless and progressive, she rarely stays in the same place, or the same way, for very long, and either you’re one of the bystanders exhaling relief that she no longer wants to beat you senseless, or you’re one of the people jumping on as she leaves the station. Infectious, bright, and just the slightest bit insane, Liv is the kind of person you either love or hate, without much in between. You either take her as she is, or get the hell out of her way.

on-stage
the background

nationality;

English

hometown;

Bury St. Edmunds

parents;

• Kelandra Troy, mother, inmate in Azkaban prison
• Geoffrey Troy, father by marriage/uncle by blood, Death Eater, deceased
• Stephen Troy, father by blood/uncle by marriage, Auror, deceased
• Vesper Troy, stepmother, Muggle, deceased

siblings;

• Damian Troy, 30, older brother, currently missing/presumed dead
• Alexavier Troy, 23, half-brother, Auror-in-Training/assistant librarian at Hogwarts
• Kendra Troy, stepsister, Muggle, deceased
• Daniel Troy, stepbrother, Muggle, deceased

other family;

She has a son, Nicholas Arden, born five years ago now, who she gave up for adoption while she was living in Madrid.

background history;

There is almost no one whom Liv has told the whole of her life to, as the tale of how she came to be is fraught with intrigue and adultery. There is nothing mysterious or secretive about it, not now that she’s found relatives with the spine to tell her the truth, but the shame and confusion she lives with have contributed to the forming of her strong emotional walls. She began life instinctively distrusting her father, and knowing there was something very off with her childhood, and lately has ended her school career despising him, herself, and every member of her family but one sibling. Her life reads like a collision of a modern-day Hamlet with something out of One Flew over The Cuckoo’s Nest, and not in a good way.

She was born the illegitimate child of Kelandra and Stephen Pince, whilst her mother was married to Stephen’s elder brother Geoffrey, without her ‘father’ ever knowing the truth. Her older brother Damian was the first love-child, she the second, and all of this was kept from her until she was a teenager. When she was four years old, her mother was imprisoned in Azkaban on the grounds that she was legally insane, after having tried to kill her husband at a dinner party, and one of Liv’s earliest memories is that of being torn from her mother’s arms when they came to take her away. Her father then moved them from Manchester to the much smaller village of Burt St. Edmunds, where he felt they would be ‘safe’. All of that, however, is just the setup for the story.

The story, as her mother tells it, is that Stephen was the younger son of two heirs to a prestigious pureblood family, and that her grandmother was meddling old bat who wanted Kel to marry the elder son, Geoffrey. Geoff courted Kel, while their parents arranged a marriage between them, but Kel had no interest in him. She had fallen madly in love with his younger brother, and would have none of it. At some point, their affair turned physical, and before her unwanted wedding day, she found herself pregnant. Going to her mother in hysterics, she finally asked for advice…and her mother told her that everything would be ‘taken care of’. Little did Kel know what her mother was about to orchestrate, or how it would destroy the lives of all involved.

The next thing Kel knew, the man she loved was screaming and raging at her about her pregnancy, having found out, and storming out of their manor, out of the city itself, refusing to come back. He denounced his love for her, leaving her both heartbroken and without a father for her child. Making the decision on her own, as her mother knew she would, she went to Geoffrey, and professed that she loved him, falsely. Seducing him before their wedding night, she secured a future for the son that was yet unborn, and when the day came, Kel married the brother of her lover, rather than be abandoned. Not quite nine months later, Liv’s brother Damian was born, and no one had any reason to suspect he was not a legitimate heir.

Things took a turn for the complex when Stephen returned from his travels a year later, still furious with Kel, and finally came to see her long enough to offer a terse apology. Flying into a rather justified rage, Kel demanded to know why such an ‘honorable’ man would leave the woman he claimed to love when she was carrying his child, and was greeted by a blank look, followed by horror. Stephen explained to her that her mother had told him Geoffrey had seduced his bride before the wedding day, and that she wanted his advice on how to preserve her daughter’s honor. Believing Kel to be unfaithful, he had left rather than stay to watch the woman he loved marry and bear children with his elder brother. With the past resolved, and the meddling old woman’s deception revealed, the two began their adulterous affair once more, which the next year produced a daughter, Liv.

During Liv’s early years, Geoffrey began to become suspicious of Kel’s activities, showing himself for the brute he truly was, and becoming an extremely violent individual. In response, his wife began feigning insanity, moving out of the house and into the gardens, building a treehouse in which to dwell away from her spouse. Tensions ran high in the household, as Geoffrey was gathering ‘evidence’ for his case against his wife, Stephen attempted to shelter his children and keep them from being affected, and both Liv and Damian were forced to spend time with their mother in secret. Kel called her daughter ‘little Lya’, a nickname which still has a profound impact on the girl today, and did not so much favor her as recognize a kindred spirit. The two of them ran wild together, until Liv was four, and everything erupted in the middle of a dinner party full of very distinguished purebloods.

Liv was seated in her mother’s lap, while her mother and Geoffrey were conversing. Being the ‘loving’ husband that he was, he was showing her off to his guests, and made the mistake of going too far with his misogynistic commentary. Stating that it was such a pity Kel hadn’t half a brain, as she would have made an excellent prositute, he proceeded to drunkenly manhandle her, and Kel snapped. Seizing the knife from her place setting, she slashed at the side of his head, taking a good chunk out of his ear, and unfortunately, splattering the young girl sitting in her lap below, who began to sob in confusion. Pulling her daughter into her arms, Kel fled the house, running into the gardens, while her enraged husband gathered the servants and began a manhunt, determined that this time “the whore won’t get away with it”. When Kel was finally cornered, they had to tear her daughter away from her, and the last thing anyone recalls her saying was a scream: “NOT MY LYA!”. Then all was silent, and her mother was gone.

Kel was imprisoned in Azkaban, with the Ministry citing how much of a danger she was to herself and to others. Geoffrey moved himself and his children to Bury St. Edmunds, attempting to raise them as normally as wizards can be. Liv, however, instinctively distrusted him, left with the memory of being torn from her mother’s arms. Damian was more her father than the man who called himself thus, and consequently, she came to rely more heavily on him. By nature a fiery, rebellious girl, she was repressed by pureblood breeding, until she developed the ability to retain her emotions behind a blank mask of indifference, through which she could thwart all attempts to bury her sense of self.

When Damian turned eleven, there was great upheaval in the Pince household, as he refused to attend Hogwarts, preferring to attend a less prestigious and far smaller academy in Switzerland. He threatened to move out and go live with his Uncle Stephen, who was now a blood traitor, having moved on from Kel to marry a Muggle who was several years his junior. Rather than see his only son abandon him, Geoffrey gave in, allowing him to attend this other school. Thus, when Liv made her decision to attend Hogwarts two years later, she was gifted with the label of ‘golden child’, and sent off with all the high expectations of her father’s family behind her. A change occurred in her, gradually, from the moment when she set foot on the Hogwarts Express until she set foot in the castle several hours later.

Surrounded by those who were not pureblood, reminded that her uncle could care less about purity, and remembering just how little spirit a pureblood woman was allowed to have, Liv made the decision that she too was a blood traitor. When the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, it was deeply confused by all the things swirling through the young girl’s head, though in the end, it nearly put her in Hufflepuff, recognizing her innate kindness, no matter how buried. Liv, however, would have none of it, and vetoed this decision, telling the Hat that she wanted to be sorted into Ravenclaw, the only house her father could possibly thought was prestigious without being Slytherin. She had no master plan, being only a young girl, or else she would doubtless have reached for Slytherin as a way to reform the things that upset her. Instead, she simply plotted to play along with her father until she had the chance to start a revolution.

Liv speaks as little as possible of her life after school, and the only information that is readily available to the public would be the day, five years ago, that a story ran in the Daily Prophet about her father and uncle being killed by a spell gone wrong. The true story, sadly, is much more dire. After she graduated, Liv went to work for the Ministry, and found herself working as an executioner, putting down dangerous creatures that they felt were a threat to the public. She found herself traveling abroad quite a bit, as her superiors worked out quickly that she had a head for danger and a strong stomach. Consequently, they sent her into foreign lands where British citizens were threatened, or even where the locals needed a bit of a hand, putting down a rabid dragon or a werewolf on the rampage. Seven years ago, Liv crossed the path of a vampire who put up quite a bit of a fight, and before she finally managed to kill him, he bestowed a nasty bit of revenge upon her, turning her.

Of course, Liv wasn’t one to report this kind of thing to her superiors, and while she took a bit of time off in
Romania to get a handle on things, soon she was back at work, more able-bodied and capable than ever, even if she did now keep strictly nocturnal hours. Two years later, she was hunting through the Ministry archives, looking for a file she was about to be sent after, and ran across the papers from her mother’s trial. Soon after, she went to visit her mother in prison, and during the series of conversations that followed, came to believe that Kel was quite sane. It was through Kel that she learned of her true parentage, that her uncle, Stephen, who had by then settled down with a Muggle woman and produced a half-brother she had never met, was actually her father. Driven by curiosity, Liv went to stay with her uncle, and learned through his confession that her mother was telling the truth. She also encountered her half-brother, Alex, the only other wizard in the family, and memorably bonded with him by slamming his head through a vase.

Going before the Ministry, Liv petitioned for her mother’s release, on the basis that she had not been given a fair trial, and was in fact perfectly sane. To her astonishment, they released Kel into her custody, provided she be restrained and monitored for a period of time outside of the prison. Then one afternoon, Liv went out to buy a few things, and returned home to the scene of a massacre. Her mother had killed Geoffrey, stabbed Stephen, hacked up Vesper, and locked the two stepchildren upstairs in bedrooms, unconscious while she set fire to them. Liv was rescued from harm by her father’s dying breath, and escaped the blaze. Kel, too, escaped, only to be apprehended by a group of Aurors a few days later. Alex, who arrived on the scene too late to do anything, was forced to watch helplessly as the house was consumed in flame, and to witness his stepbrother Daniel clawing at the upstairs window, trapped as he burned alive. The Daily Prophet ran the typical Ministry coverup, but there was no covering up the damage that night did.

Liv took to traveling the world, having gone to the Ministry and demanded a change in occupation. They had shifted her to a job title that did not technically exist: Hit Wizard. The Minister remained loath to allow Aurors to kill suspects unless absolutely necessary, but the fact remained that there were Death Eaters within the organization, and abroad, just outside of their jurisdiction, along with the occasional escaped prisoner they didn’t want the public to know about, or a conspiracy that needed silencing. Liv’s job became to hunt them down and kill them, rather like an Auror who’d had a lovechild with an assassin, though she occasionally shirked her duty and sent a target who didn’t deserve to die into hiding rather than thrusting a killing blow. (Did she want to kill a valuable member of the Order who the Minister just happened to hate for calling him incompetent? Hell no. She wanted to give the man a medal.)

Losing his entire family in one fell blow, and being forced to watch his brother die, drove her brother Alex completely over the edge. While she was out on the far side of the world, he was going slowly mad, until he became a volatile split-personality, whose dominant half happened to be bent on destroying her. She was his last living relative, and, the twisted logic went, if she died there would be nothing left for the softer half to hang on to, no heart left to break. Without loved ones, he could be completely numb. Alex hunted her down in Moscow, where she was staying, investigating an ambassador. He then proceeded to torture her current lover to death and send her the pieces, along with a bouquet of roses. When she lost her cool, he was waiting in the shadows, and tried to kill her with a knife. Only her quick thinking in drawing a pistol and shooting him through the shoulder stopped him getting the upper hand, as he’d attacked during daylight hours. She testified at his trial to keep him out of prison, then kissed familiarity goodbye.

Since then, Liv has lost herself utterly in her work, though she often wonders if she’s not damning herself by committing (questionably) legal murder. Certainly, everyone she kills deserves to be dead, would have taken others down with them if they could have, but the thought that they might have had families, loved ones, lovers who never saw them this way haunts her. With the war growing worse, the Minister might soon give authorization for Aurors to take over her duties, leaving someone else to do their dirty work and her out of a job. For years, she’s been frantically trying to make up for the innocent lives her mother took, but the thought nags at her that she may not be much better. After all, her mother’s rationalization for her crimes has always been the same: “They had it coming.” At the moment, she’s been sent to Hogwarts by her superiors, to pose as a student and await orders. The school is a hotbed of alliances and intrigue, and has delivered her right back into contact with her brother, but she can’t help but pray she doesn’t have to put a knife in the back of a mere child this time.

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