Anthea Crodston

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Name: Anthea Dagny Crodston
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Odette Yustman

Canon or Original? Orginal

Facial Properties: The girl has been blessed with a unique beauty that is only unique if you know her. In accordance with her epithets, one would think that she should be blonde and fair, but instead she has inherited her father’s dark features. Dark brown eyes, dark eyebrows, almost black hair, olive skin. To say it’s a contradiction is an understatement. There’s a harshness and a softness to her that can’t quite be explained. But it works for her. She’s still able to keep people guessing though those bright eyes of her’s. In fact, they’re the only ‘bright’—in a sense of the word—thing about her. It’s as if they’re the power outlet to her entire face. When she smiles, her eyes light up and thus so they light up the rest of face creating a glow that rivals a lightening bug. But such a large smile can be rare. Such a silly thing coming from such a peaceful and happy girl, it’s true. But like everything else about her, she’s mellow, and her expressions reflect that outlook. Anthea isn’t excessive in any form of the word and that especially applies to her looks. Preference always go to the more natural look of course. It’s the basis of her underlying. She doesn’t want to hide anything, or take away from something.

Physique: Unfortunately for the young girl, she matured faster than most girls her age. Her awkward stage was bore alone while others got to enjoy the time in harmony with others as equal to them. Naturally, there were a number of other females who matured at the same rate Anthea did, so this isn’t to single her out. Merely explain where she comes from. Anthea was never particularly skinny, she was average at the least, but skin and bones did not suit her—no matter how much her mother may have wished it did. She was… fit. Lean, but never exactly frail looking. This is of course in her Hogwarts years. As a child she was in fact rather frail and flimsy looking. But she grew into her looks. Over the years at Hogwarts she became unabashedly broader, something she hated but eventually learned to deal with. She played quidditch for two years, therefore contributing to the muscularity that is not beginning to die off because of her recent retirement. But no matter how skinny she would or will become, contentment with her image is probably something that Anthea will never be able to overcome, does anyone? She may not show it simply because it’s not on her agenda, but don’t get the idea that she doesn’t have her fair share of insecurities.

Wand Type: thirteen inches, spanish oak, fairy wing and dragon heartstring.
Wand Expertise: Defense, charms
Patronus: A fawn.
Boggart: Losing her brother or breaking down. Penetration. don't be dirty Take it as you want. Untamed flames.

Personality:
By nature, Anthea is an extremely private person. She loves hearing about people’s problems, but when asked about her own she simply smiles and goes onto the next subject. People think it odd, of course, and many don’t understand that the child is against conflict and pain. As plain as it is, Anthea is a sweetheart. She can’t do harm to anything or anyone without immediately wanting to punish herself for it. Not quite literally of course… but in a manner of speaking. This isn’t because she can’t open up to people, she can, just maybe not in the sense that they are able to open up. It’s more related to the fact that opening up one’s problems to another person is signaling that they’re there. Anthea prefers to ignore the bad in the world and continue in peaceful existence, airy and flawless as she views her world. But it’s near impossible to block out all of the bad now isn’t it? And Anthea knows that, and she’s surprisingly realistic about it. She’s just not ready to admit it just yet. However, she finds a way to deal with the pain, the hurt, the corrupt, whatever there may be. Many people feel that talking to people helps get their minds back on track, many find it in flying while others in various activities. Annie finds her solitude and relaxation among nature, Herbology to be precise. Herbology has never come to a girl more naturally than it comes to Anthea. The way she can caress the most fragile of plants. She has just the precise and gentle touch needed to succeed in her art. If these plants were men, she would have them lined up at the door because of the way she handles them.

But that’s all part of the nature of Anthea. She was raised by a very composed and dignified woman, and so likewise she developed a very dignified , mature, mellow manner about her. Yet it is far from intimidating. Anthea could never be intimidating no matter how much she tried. Perhaps people take her seriously because she has Castor has a twin, or perhaps it’s because she never is one to be completely… peppy. She doesn’t walk with a bounce in her step, she glides. Her voice isn’t vibrant, it’s smooth and lullabiac. If she were to be a color, she would be a pastel, even lighter than a pastel. But that isn’t to say that she doesn’t have a vitality about life and things in general. Anthea may be private, but she does have desires and goals. Thought not always visible, she has opinions as well, she’s just not one to hand them over unless you ask. And if you do ask? She would be delighted to tell you what she thinks. Because, believe her when she says, there are a thousand and one thoughts circulating in her mind at any given time. It’s easy to think that she doesn’t have a thought to give in that head of hers, but in all honesty, she does, and the only way you can tell how she’s feeling is if you look very closely at her eyes. Sometimes, if the reaction is large enough, a close study isn’t necessary, it will appear as frankly on her face as those two eyes of hers. To some, they worry people as, and to others, it excites them to see so much emotion come from Anthea. From her point of view? It frustrates the hell out of her. For many years Anthea has prided herself on the ability to keep people guessing, to make people wonder what that inner monologue is telling her to do.

Most of the time, it’s telling her to let people do as they wish. And that’s at the heart of Anthea’s philosophy. It’s the thing that is so responsible for her passive nature, or her want to be passive. That’s right, Anthea doesn’t come by passiveness naturally. Seeking passiveness in solitude is easy to do, it’s something that she, any person, can master completely. But when she’s in contact with people, she finds herself striving to win. Alas, the father in her did not get wiped out completely by her mother. She has her father’s strength, will power, and drive. Competitive isn’t quite the way to put it perhaps, because in nine times out of ten, Anthea thinks people that are trying to kill themselves over to beat out everyone else are simply ridiculous. If someone challenges her natural spot in life, then she steps up to defend her rightful place as Queen of Herbology. But don’t get the idea that she’s lazy, because she most certainly is not. True to her nature, Anthea is a hard worker. She may be passive and appear almost careless, but she’s extremely partial to trying hard and accomplishing something. Anthea has not a clue what she wants to do after Hogwarts, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to limit herself. Anthea has no limits. Literally, she believes she has none, that she’s virtually invincible. All part of the mindset. If something happens, it happens. It was meant to be. And then of course, her view on the world and on her problems. That everything can be solved—if problems aren’t just something we’ve made up to keep ourselves interesting. As you can probably tell, Anthea is completely out of touch with drama. Not caring what people think and ‘letting things happen’ because that’s just how they are to be can get her into trouble from time to time. Perhaps her father got through to her more than her mother expected. Granted, she’s not excessive, but she’s not exactly unexcessive. Anthea does what she wants to do as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Well no, that may be a lie, too. Anthea would never, under any circumstances, hurt someone. She couldn’t do it. But. If it falls in the right category in her philosophy, it’s fair game.

She really is a good friend though. In fact, she’s steadfastly loyal to anyone. Protective even, though she may not have the inner capabilities to defend someone, she has the ability to be there if they need her. If someone needs some Anthea in your life, she’s willing to lend her tenderness to anyone whether it be an ear, a hug, cuddling, to play with your hair, to scratch your back, help you with your homework, she’s there. In saying this, it’s hard to say if she’s selfish or not, because she most certainly can be, but Annie is gracious. She’s quick to offer an apology and quick to forgive. Too quick to forgive her father and brother would say. Like her mother. But isn’t life too short to stay angry? Indeed. And besides that, Anthea is too much of a people pleaser to even consider holding a grudge. Does she feel the need to please people. Absolutely not. Anthea doesn’t care what people think of her. But does she want to please people, and make them happy? Of course. It warms her heart to make people happy, to make them more comfortable. And what do her parents think of her nature? They’re quite perplexed about it. She’s certainly not prejudice, but she’s not prejudice about anything. A problem? Most certainly, but they maintain the fact that as long as she’s consistent and conscience of the fact that things can’t always remain this way, they’re content. It’s not as if they are pureblood supremists, they’re not. They’re so ignorant of muggles that they wouldn’t know what to do with one if they came in contact with it. But do they have expectations to fulfill? Most certainly.

In reality, Anthea is quite possibly the most frightened individual she knows. It has never bothered her that she doesn’t have as close of a relationship with her parents as others do. And isn’t it odd that as a twin she isn’t as close as other twins are? In her defense, it’s due in large part to the fact that there is a gender difference as well as a major personality gap. If we’re being honest though, Anthea has a problem with getting close to people. There’s something more to the fact that she’s unwilling to open up to people, share the doubts that she may have. It’s not that she’s distrustful; no one has ever betrayed her trust before, yet she finds herself on an unknown bridge too afraid to cross it. It’s as if she’s opened her eyes wide enough and that’s as far as she wants to go. Getting attached to people is something she’s always been wary of. In fact, attachment makes her cringe a bit, shutter as if it gives her the chills. She can’t be roped down, chained to a post.


Likes:
+ sugar quills
+ steamy romance novels
+ writing
+ plants and flowers
+ nature and being immersed in it
+ HERBOLOGY
+ potions
+ getting her hands dirty
+ a messy room
+ braiding hair
+ mysteries, urban legends, and the unknown
+ Lily of the Valley
+ beige
+ blunt honesty
+tranquility
+ a sarcastic joke to get the point across--though she would refrain from committing this. She just enjoys the humor.
+ hand fettishes
Dislikes:
– blatant rudeness
– stereotypes
– judgmental types
– uncontrolled fire
– cruelty towards animals
– or nature
– ignorance, though she can be quite hypocritical on this issue.
– boundaries
– being pinned
– transfiguration. Why turn something into what it's not supposed to be?
- discouragement
- moaning myrtle.
- spazzing
History:
It was such a silly life he led. Such an excessive life. Byron, a man who was as indulgent from the day he was born was a man who could never get enough. It was his fatal flaw, gluttony in the worst form. The man knew no limits nor did he think he had any. Throughout Hogwarts, his family thought he was tamed merely because Hogwarts was able to keep an eye on him. Restrain him for the most part. He had his fair share of a reputation, but there was indeed a limit even if he did not think there ever could be. However, whenever he graduated from his house, he returned home to inform his parents of his plans: Quidditch. Falmouth Falcons to be exact. His father, who kept his hand in his son’s cooking pot for as long as he could circa since the day Byron was born, was absurdly disappointed. There was a way things went in this family, certain paths and certain people he was supposed to follow, and it certainly did not include such a foul thing such as quidditch. But of course Byron was to have his way and in his eyes, it was the only job suitable to keep up with his lifestyle. And the team suited him well. He was eligible, too eligible for his parents liking, and because of that the women came easy and the booze frequently. It didn’t take long for his family to become fed up with his embarrassing antics. There was much too concern with their name for him to allow it any further. They have him ultimatums, which he rejected or overturned with further antics. They finally put their foot down when Byron drunkenly set fire to Honeydukes, naked.

”We’ve had enough Byron. You are a hazard to this family. To this name, think of your sister’s for God’s sake.” And from that day, Bryon was disowned. His financial settlements, his inheritance, everything, was cut off for good with no promise of reinstatement on the terms of good behavior. At first, there was no consequence. Byron was able to the exact same things he normally did. Of course he found it harder to get by with things. He no longer had his mother and father to handle the consequences for him, but money was certainly working just as well. Money had become his new parent, but unlike his parents, the money ran out on him. His income, though hefty in its own right, was not measuring up to his previous lavish lifestyle. He was spiraling into debt quickly and his reputation was nowhere near clean, nor would it ever be if truth be told.

And then there was Austine Horton. The daughter of the Mr. Basil Horton she was, the maker of the Comet Trading Company. Something of great worth to many. Austine was a impregnable woman, a girl whose morals soared beyond the ends of the earth. A modern day Virgin Mary if truth be told. She prided herself on her virginity and vowed that never would she sacrifice it, something her father was elated about. She was virtually untouchable, the apple of her mother and father’s eyes. A wealthy family, too. Blood as pure as the honey you put in your tea. There was a problem, however. They were from a family that simply insisted on values and virtues. Blood was something they didn’t care for. And it’s always funny how things end up like that isn’t it? Those who don’t wish for it usually have it while others look on enviously, such as the young Mr. Crodston. The two met through a series of relations. Austine’s father, Mr. Horton, was a former Falcon himself before he made his galleons in another, but of course relatable, field. Byron took note of this little, significantly younger, girl. He began to pursue her, relentlessly, and of course she rejected him, relentlessly. It was an understatement to say that the two were not compatible. Byron had no intention of giving up his antics and she had no intention of giving in to him. Ah, but for this story to continue someone would have to give in. It was just a question of time and of when.

And ultimately, it was she.

Austine had never been more fed up with her parents in her life when she ran into Byron. What better way to get back at her father than sleep with the rebel of a former man who represented his broom company? The man was a disgrace to her father and would have been one to the team if the team had not their own reputation. And so Austine through away her chastity and everything that went with it and gave herself to Byron who considered himself triumphant of course. It was true, Byron had more on his mind than just sex. He wanted everything that came with Austine: her name, her money, her prestige. But obtaining the unobtainable was second best in his opinion.

But things got complicated quickly. Austine was pregnant and the last thing either of them needed was Mr. Horton on their tails. It was a shotgun wedding that still stuns the wizarding world to this day.

And then there were two. What was supposed to be such a cursed night for the two of them turned out to be a blessing. Both Byron and Austine, the only ones who knew of this shotgun wedding, predicted instability for their new family. Byron wasn’t ready to give up his lifestyle just yet and Austine was left heartbroken with no one to blame but herself because she had given up the thing that was most important to her. It would soon become a hopeless cliché. Love wasn’t the word they used in that relationship. It was much like a chocolate egg. There was a covering over the substance that made it look pretty and that’s how things went for them. Marrying the beautiful and virginal Austine, Mr. Crodston was convinced his son had changed. As Byron matured and became as paternal as he could, he tried desperately hard to realize the positive in the relationship. Austine never asked anything of him and yet she had bore him a son and provided his own father a good reason to give him his inheritance back. What more can a man ask for?

As the years passed by, Byron retired and became a partner in the trading company. Settling down was finally in the picture as he was predicted to die an early death because of the way he mistreated himself in his younger years. The couple realized that although they may have resented each other, they were still expected to follow through on the expectations of their families and of the marriage. So, aside from the parental difference that faced their parents, the children had a relatively normal childhood compared to most in their position. The instability that the couple predicted was nothing more than a fear. However, the twins never much acted like siblings. They were, from the beginning, two separate entities. Of course, physically, but they never much had the twin experience that usually entails being a twin. Being one male and one female, they were divided between them. Anthea was her mother’s and Castor belonged to Byron, and so likewise, they developed as images of the two. As a family, the twins accompanied their parents wherever the family was to go: games, publicity functions. To the children, that was normality. There came a time when the children began to once more spend their time together. Tutoring and lessons began and thus commenced the training they would begin until they were eighteen. The day they would discover their magical abilities would come some time later. Castor’s moment involved throwing rocks at the windows when their father chastised him for running off. Anthea’s, true to her nature, involved changing her mother’s hair back to it’s original color when she accidentally dyed it white instead of blonde.

The ages right before Hogwarts were the most important years of the twins’ lives. Those are the years that children began to see where they are headed. The impressionable years have passed and now they began to develop their own personalities. Castor was controlling and calculating, the leader of the two of them, while little Anne was willing to do whatever her brother wished her to do. She was a people please from an earlier age whether it is her mother, father, brother, grandparents. Such a passive and dainty child. While her brother enjoyed the rush of tormenting the muggle children near their living situation in the center of England, Anthea enjoyed her Flora and Fauna moments to herself. She was a flower child: peaceful, reserved, quaint. Nature was her sanctuary and solitude was her favorite noise. Botany soon became one of her favorite pastimes. The memorizing and study of flowers and plants, magical and nonmagical alike. Castor was Ares, god of war while Anthea was Hestia. Never were twins so contrasting. Yet, in such peculiarity, they adored each other. Castor was protective of his younger sister and Anthea allowed her brother to keep her under his wing. And it went likewise as well. If Castor was in trouble, Anthea was there to protect him and ‘save’ him if that’s what you’d call it. The children were never directly affected by their wealthy and family reputation. Or at least Anthea wasn’t. Majority of the time she was so out of touch with reality as a child that she figured everyone had the lifestyle she did. Annoying? Perhaps, but is it her fault? Not necessarily.

Her mother was the type of person who never got over the dismay that her children were almost born out of wedlock. If there was one thing that Anthea inherited from her mother it was her naïve view that she’s untouchable, that nothing bad could happen to her. As mentioned, the twins were virtually raised in separate allocations as the two parents could hardly stand to be around each other after five years of marriage. Austine was usually one to think things through, a mature young woman, with the exception of one rash night. She tried her hardest to install that in her daughter. She wanted Anthea to be cautious and wary of people, especially men. But one thing she did teach her was to be a independent. ”Having to rely on people gets weary and it’s so much better to be the one they rely on.”.

Her father on the other hand didn’t have much of an approach, or experience, with her. She was his only daughter, a frail, younger version of her mother, and that was no way for a girl to turn out to be. He wanted his daughter to be self-efficient, equally as independent as his wife taught her to be. That wasn’t a problem, they both wanted the same thing out of her. But in maintaining her independence, Byron took a step back out of her life. Concentrating on his son was more rewarding in his opinion. Don’t pity her, it truly isn’t such a sad story. He did it out of love, attachment is such a dreary thing sometimes. Byron really was a good father. He doted on her, patted her on the head when she struck a good note on the piano, worked hard in her lessons. He did immensely contribute to her work ethic. By working hard, she was able to please people and therefore the feeling of accomplishing that became a reward for her.

Eleven came blowing in and it was suddenly time to depart. Castor had plans to storm through Hogwarts conquering all, while Anthea was more prone to floating on through, tapping on people’s heads with her Fauna wand of mellowness. She was never one for dramatics, so she took the back seat to her stormy brother. Their parents helped each of them prepare for their journey and then finally the day arrived where they boarded the train and departed for the mystifying castle. Each found their place in the school. Castor was destined for Slytherin since the day he was born, and indeed he received the welcoming deserving of such. Due to their reputations, no one pictured the two being related, let alone twins. Annie was quiet and peaceful, if a foe she was a friendly foe, while Castor was harsh and rough around the edges. If they hadn’t been related, it’s a certain possibility that they would have hated each other. If Anthea had to capacity to hate that is. And then just as quickly as it came, it fled from right under their noses. Seventh year. Anthea fears for her brother and what awaits him after school. It isn’t unlike her family to distort their views on the current situation. They may be purebloods in a sense of the word—meaning their blood hasn’t had traceable amounts of magic in it for consecutive generations—but Anthea, preferring harmony, refuses to admit to any purity despite her families labeling. As for herself? She hasn’t the slightest idea. She prefers to wing it and let the calling call her whenever it’s ready. Ignoring the current situation of the wizarding world is something that she can only do for so long. However, at seventeen going on eighteen, and still in the walls of this safe haven of a school, Anthea feels the worrying doesn’t have to start quite yet.


Sample Post: Little did Olivia know, but it would be the first of many. The first of many social gatherings such as these, the first of her ‘father’ squeezing her shoulder a bit too tightly and telling her to behave through a tight, charming smile. She got the picture. She would be on her utmost for as long as the same people that normally attended, attended, there was absolutely no harm that could be done due to the impossible dullness of them all. There were people her age scattered about, those she knew, those she knew of, but most of whom she would rather ignore. Jaxon was in attendance, being as disgustingly charming as ever. Adrian was being Adrian and was likewise wooing whomever he engaged. And there she was, between her two parents, being watched like a baby so that no harm could be done. It wasn’t as if she was that bad. Olivia just had a knack for livening things up a bit. That was all.

Though the smiling and greeting was as interesting as watching bread rise, Olivia was relieved when she was finally able to escape the clutches of her parents. Did they realize? Of course, but there was no time to keep an eye on Olivia every step of the way. These social events were part business meeting didn’t you know? So Olivia snatched a glass of champagne as the waiter zipped past her and she immediately gulped it down and set it on the table nearest her. Olivia never claimed to be an alcoholic but there was no denying the fact that draining a glass or two made things easier on the heart. Olivia then began to roam around the circumference of the perimeter. Nodding here and there, smiling, glaring when the occasion called for it. She wasn’t one to not hide how she felt. Olivia then passed a rather grand mirror. The Caraways did always know how to do things, Olivia would give them that. She took note of her features, specifically how dark they looked with the lighting. Dark hair, dark eye brows, olive skin tone, and the black dress she had on accentuated it all. And then from the reflection in the mirror, Olivia could see a rather meek blonde headed girl walking towards her.

Coralie Caraway.

One of the hosts of this spectacular event. Olivia had a soft spot for Coralie, one for which she didn’t know why. Quite possibly because they were shoved in this room together by force. They definitely did not go to school together—though Olivia would love to see Coralie attend Durmstrang, that was for sure—and therefore they were never exactly friends. If they had attended Hogwarts, they would have been in the same year. However, friendship was such a strong word to Olivia. Friends didn’t come easily to her and she them, but Cora was someone she considered an ally of sorts. Just by looking at their appearance one could tell that they were nearly polar opposites. Coralie was meek and precious and dainty and everything that a perfect daughter should be while Olivia was… not. But it was most definitely from a lack of trying. And Coralie tried, she actually tried and strove to be perfect for everyone, and for that Olivia kind of hated her. Hate is a certainly a strong word, but not for Olivia. Love is a strong word for Olivia. It was also certainly cruel for Olivia to say that she hated Cora, for in actuality she really did envy and respect Cora, but because she envied her, she also hated her. Basically: Olivia wasn’t fond of anything she didn’t have and what Cora had she, in a way, wanted.

”Cora,” she said greeting the girl in a rather mellow, low voice and a nod. And then there was a way in the way that Cora presented herself that also irked Olivia. She was so…. pure and innocent and just…. It made Olivia cringe. And therefore, it struck her ‘wheels-always-turning’ mind to thinking about something. Particularly about how much Cora needed to be set free. She needed to be liberated in the way that Olivia was. Then Cora would see how much not fun she was having being how she is. The fact that it would certainly keep her entertained and busy for the next month or so certainly never crossed her mind. ”Cora, we need to spend more time together. Why do we not spend more time together?”

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I solemnly swear that I, EMMA, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Lily Evans]

Accepted! Fantastic app! Welcome to ISS, Emma! (:

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