REGINALD, Skyler

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About You - -

Name: Jessica Lisbeth.
Gender: Female.
Age: Seventeen yo.
Years of RPG Experience: Well. About five or six months.
Other: [Removed By Staff]

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Quick Quiz - -

How did you find us?Bizzy-boo.
What about ISS inspired you to join? Everything. I believe we have gone over this twice…
Do you have any suggestions for us? No …ma’am.

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About the Character- -

Name: Skyler Leigh Reginald.
Age: Fifteen.
Gender: Female.
Year: Fourth year.
Face Claim: Ashley Greene.

Canon or Original? O r I g I n a l….

Facial Properties: Skye’s piercing, icy blue eyes rest within a sultry, almond shape frame. Her eyebrows accentuate her high cheek bones and her full, lower lip is a light, baby pink, pouting when she is relaxed. Her teeth are almost perfect, straight, white and intimidating when she smiles but alluring when it serves her purpose. Her skin nearly sparkles in the light due to its pale sheen, darkening in the sunlight to a deep tan but usually white as snow. Her hair, a deep brown, falls softly past her shoulders, light accents the natural blonde highlights that rarely show. Usually, its straight and in the moonlight, jet black. Her nose is tipped upward, snobbishly to fit her personality perfectly. Her biggest insecurity is her big ears that stick out too far from her head.
Physique: Skye’s best asset is her ample bust, followed but her supple bottom. Her hips are super curvy, extending down into her wide thighs, soft and pale like the rest of her glowing skin. Her calves are muscular because of her dancing off to the side of her life, a past time if you will. Her feet are small and petite, slightly too short for her liking. Her stomach is flat; little muscle accentuates it but strong and soft. Her arms are lengthy and flow softly into tiny wrist and thin, long fingers. Her neck is long but so much to be ashamed of, just enough to show off her sexy jaw line. Her shoulders aren’t quite jockey but her arms, shoulders and back are uniquely strong for such a small girl.
Wand Type: 10” Dragon Heartstring Core, Mahogany.
Wand Expertise: Hexes and Charms.
Patronus:White Tiger
Boggart: Deep, dark water.
Personality:

[[I wanna touch you,
You wanna touch me too]]

To be straight forward, Skye is sex obsessed, wanting it as much as possible. Men in general, capture her attention, giving her an undeniable twitch. What really sets her off is bare skin or the scent of a male. She is extremely sensitive to the male scent, to the point that she nearly throws down. Her finger tips constantly crave human contact, skin against skin. When she gets a whiff of cologne or natural goodness, the hair on the back of her neck stands up and her mouth waters. It’s almost irresistible but she has control over herself. She always controls the situation, luring and entrancing her men. She doesn’t often discriminate against anyone, as long as they have a lot of testosterone. She isn’t the kind of girl to start long term relationships but a friend with benefits is perfect. If she can get into a situation where the guy is coming back for more, she will. She doesn’t need to throw them all away after she uses them. She enjoys making guys think that they have her, where she is one hundred percent independent. There is always the chance of one of those guys, just as twisted as she is, to hit that spot and make her want it more than ever, but they are hard to find. Otherwise, it’s a hobby and a profession.


[[Stab my back,
It's better when I bleed for you.]]

Skye enjoys watching people squirm. The more pain they are in, physical or emotional, the better. She feeds off low self esteem to boost her own, purposely defeating them in way she possibly can. She seeks out opportunities to ruin someone’s day. The biggest reason she hates to see the puppy love floating around the school is because people are way too happy. She doesn’t necessarily skulk around the school to find some sort of trouble to get into…usually, but she takes the moment if it comes to her. She wants to make people suffer, like Elijah had made her suffer. She wants to push the pain Elijah had caused in her life onto others. She enjoys the misery that she can see in their eyes. Hexes and jinxes have become a core magical resource for Skye but on the other hand, there are other ways to make someone suffer, she just refuses to suffer with them.

[[Catch me,
If you can]]

Modeling has become one of Skye’s strange passions in life. She is vain with herself, knowing every guy wants her, so why not document it? She isn’t much of a high fashion model; mostly she enjoys just posing for whoever directs a camera her way. It isn’t something she is too serious about, something that she feels, as long as she looks amazing, as usual, she will go far within the modeling business. Her passions don’t push her very far, so modeling is really the extent of it. Of course, she really doesn’t consider pursuing it either. It is honestly just one of those things she gets a kick out of, a past time. Vanity is just another one of her quirks that she could care less what people thought about it. Nothing more, nothing less. Although, she gets quite creative if she can find and male interest with photography skills…



[[The taste is something new,
Something that I know.]]

Skyler is very dependent on her two best friends. Growing up with two brothers and no mother, she seeks feminine guidance from her childhood friend and new best friend. The three of them are inseparable, one hundred percent. Although they keep many secrets amongst themselves, they move through the school together, supporting each other’s endeavors. Skye is a very independent person, usually considered a loner and a hard ass but she truly counts on the two to be there for her. Whether she needs a little back up, though she would never admit it, or a hint to get her man in bed, they come in handy to beef up her approach. They share their passions with one another, their sarcasm, love of sexual interactions and rule over those who get in there way. Ultimately, If they were to be separated, a part of Skye would go with them. They are the only two people who truly have a part of Skye besides Levi, the only people who could have any sort of reign over her heart. If they were to betray that, all hell would break lose.



Likes:
+ Jinxes. Watching people struggle, the pain tracing across their faces, the danger of being caught, it’s a passion of hers, all in good fun that is.
+ Heights. It’s like being all mighty, the most powerful of those around her. She loves the danger and control. If she needs to mull something over, a roof is her best bet to clear her mind.
+ Teasing people. She is super power hungry so lowering everyone to something below her is what she lives for. If she isn’t at the top, nothing makes sense anymore.
+ Sex. Oh, the one thing in life that feels, natural. In a world of confusion and pain, she finds pleasure in men of all kinds. She is not one to discriminate against and she finds it interesting to experience more than one kind of sexual pleasure.
+ Potions. It’s something that she feels is her strong point. Potions are a way to expand her knowledge and attempt to harness the power inside of her. She always felt that there was something in magic beside spells and charms that had more of a chemistry, something more solid. That was potions.
+ Modeling. She is one to be the center of attention. Posing is never an issue, sex appeal, a must. The moment she gets in front of a camera, it is her sweet escape and no one can deny that of her.
+ Quidditch. Flying goes along with heights, the danger and power. The actual game is the competition she craves whole heartedly. The adrenaline rush is her favorite part, whipping through the air. The aggression she feels goes into her game, especially playing against two burly brothers in the field across from their neighborhood as a child.
+ Cats. As a child, she was always very fond of felines. She figures, if she can’t have a lion or some sort of tiger, a cat is the next best thing. It’s one of the only gentle things she ever kept in her life and it still have the twist of attitude when it feels threatened. She sees a little of her own personality in her kitten, Amistad.
+ Big Sunglasses. Fashion is sort of a big deal in Skye’s life, she always has to look amazing. It leaves less room for criticism and more room for praise. Her style, she believes, is intimidating and one hundred percent, shameless. Accessories like her huge sun glasses are all part of her style.
+ Sarcasm. She can’t speak without using sarcasm. The English language, to Skyler, is nothing without a sarcastic remark thrown into the mix. It only strengthens her ego.
Dislikes:
– School. Honestly, if school was potions class and potions class only, she would love it. She thinks the majority of the Hogwarts curriculum is bull shit. She’d rather just figure it out on her own.
– Puppy love. It’s sickening and too sweet. It’s like eating a candy bar when you are craving something spicy, but Skye, she never stops craving the spice.
–Relationships. She doesn’t understand why anyone would need to tie themselves down to just one person. Why seclude yourself to just one person when you can have them all?
–Broken Promises. A promise to Skyler is like The Unbreakable Vow. You break it, you die. Though she wouldn’t actually kill someone but she would sure as hell do whatever possible to kill their reputation and spirit. The only people exempt from this rule would be the people who are truly closest to her, but they wouldn’t get away with it twice.
– Deep Water. Creepy isn’t usually an issue for Skye but the deep, dark depths of the water where unknown creatures dwell is not an option for her.
– Singing. Her voice is, well, not quite what she would like. Honestly, the girl is tone deaf. She hates singing because people would see the flaw in her and use it against her. It just…doesn’t happen.
– Country Music. The twang of the guitar makes her want to vomit. She believes it sounds like glorified yodeling, completely disgusting and overrated.
–Conformity. Completely pointless. Unoriginal.
–Chastity. Why wait around and dream of true love, someone to sweep you off your feet. She doesn’t believe in all that. Chastity isn’t in the rules for Skye. The more…the merrier.
–People who can’t make up their mind. People who wait around, “weigh the options”, it gets on her nerves. She would rather people know what they want and do it, like she does.

History: Artemis Bushwick had always been an excessively talented wizard, excelling at Potions, charms and magical history. Being of pure blood descent, he was taught to hate muggles, muggle-borns and squibs alike. His family was excessively rich and well-known in the wizarding world. He was a bright, young man, always looking into and studying new things when he could. After he graduated from Hogwarts, he traveled the world, researching and building his knowledge of potions, being what he thought as his calling in life. For years, he traveled alone, never needing a soul to accompany him. He was good alone, learning as he went along. He often revisited London, always feeling closer to Hogwarts than he ever was to his own family. One, quiet, strange night, a storm swept through London and Artemis was caught in the middle of it. Annoyed at his luck, he found a small muggle Inn to stay at until the wind and rain died down. Sitting at low bar, he mumbled to himself of the disapproval his family would share with him to find he had resorted to muggle means, but he was exhausted of his travel and was honestly tired of hating the muggle world. He sat quietly and drank his tea, attempting to blend in. The bell above the door rang and instinctively he looked up as the wind pushed at his air and made him shiver. Standing in the doorway stood the most beautiful woman Artemis had ever seen, sopping wet and shaking from the cold. Her hair hung sloppily by her shoulders, dripping down her dark red rain coat. Pulling her bangs to the side, she revealed the brightest of blue eyes, stunning Artemis and forcing him to blink fiercely. Removing her raincoat, she slipped it onto a hanger and moved to sit only a seat away from him. She was wearing a moon blue dress that nearly made him dizzy and he struggled for a few moments, searching for his breath. Never had he felt so drawn to a person. He had fallen for her at that very moment, without even knowing her name. Finally, she turned to him, blushing and introduced herself. That was it. He was falling head over heels and nothing was about to stop him. Not even the fact that she, against everything he was ever taught, was a muggle.

Her name was Annabel and she was like an angel sent from the heavens to show Artemis the beauty of life. Her smile was the only magic he ever needed and she was the only thing he believed in anymore. Within no time, she knew his secret and she still wanted to be with him. He was exhilarated and before they knew it, they were married and she was pregnant. They lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of the city of London and nothing could be better. He brought her flowers everyday just to see her smile and got a job at a small potion supply shop in Diagon Alley. His family had cut all ties but he didn’t mind so much. His life was complete and nothing else mattered. The baby came as a beautiful boy, smiling and healthy. The only thing he noticed that concerned him was the lack of magic the child had. As the baby grew older, he realized little Emmett would never be receiving his letter to Hogwarts. He wasn’t necessarily disappointed, just sad that his son wouldn’t get the experience he had had as a child. He also worried of the reaction his family would have if they ever found out. When young Emmett was only two years old, that is exactly what happened.

It was a late, warm summer afternoon and Artemis had taken Emmett out into town, doing the little shopping that was required for the house. When they returned, Emmett riding on Art’s shoulders, they found the door to the house knocked in and the vague smoke sliding from the windows proved to hide a burning interior. Holding tight to his small, nervous child, he ran through the house, wand out stretched and screaming his beautiful wife’s name. There was no answer but he frantically whipped at the smoke, determined to find the only thing that mattered to him. Annabel. Stumbling over something on the floor, he shouted to illuminate the room and found his precious love on the floor where he had just tripped. She lay, silent and still. Her face had gone pale and cold and her heart beat had stopped. Crying and screaming, he frantically whipped his head about the room, attempting to identify her murderer. One thing he was certain, it had to have been a wizard. Running back to the front door, he looked into the crying face of his son and swore to keep him safe. He ran into the yard and turned to stare back into the house once more. There was a marking on the door he had over looked before. Burned into the wood read the words, ‘Only the pure of blood shall remain, others—extinguished.’ Before him was his life, burning quickly to the ground and the only remnants of his happiness were in his arms, squealing and crying. His decision was quick and apparating; he began a new and secluded life.
The two moved to the outer edge of England, and he raised his son to be known as Emmett Reginald, taking on his mother’s maiden name instead of the cursed one Artemis had born. The Bushwick name was to be erased in young Emmett’s life to ensure normalcy. Emmett went to school as an ordinary muggle, raised to believe there was no such thing as magic and witches and wizards and Hogwarts and spells or anything of such dangerous circumstances. The only thing Emmett knew of his mother was her eyes. His eyes.
Nineteen years later, Artemis sat quietly in a chair facing toward a window. His lips were pursed and face solemn. He heard the door creak open behind him and he turned to see his young and ambitious son standing in the door way. Artemis smiled as he studied Emmett’s bright blue eyes. He was so much like her, happy and accepting. Naïve of his father’s past, or his own for that matter, he was determined to earn his father’s approval. Little did young Emmett know of his father’s loss and struggle to keep him safe. His voice was steady and rolled with a sort of bounce in his tongue that almost startled Artemis, for he knew what his voice sang without the words to proclaim it. Artemis’ eyes grew weary at the news of his son’s new discovery. A young lady had also blessed his life. Emmett shifted his weight nervously, seeking some sort of advice or approval, only to receive a simple nod. Emmett blinked and left hurriedly to retrieve his new love and ask for her hand. Artemis was left alone to reminisce, to be glad that his son would feel some of the happiness he had once and jealous of his son’s fortune of safety with the life Artemis wished he had lived. Emmett’s wedding night was the last he would ever hear or see of his father.

Three years after the disappearance of Artemis Bushwick, Emmett and Isolde waited in a quiet muggle hospital for the gender of the child growing inside of her swelling belly. A young doctor approached them with a growing smile and gave them unexpected news. Isolde was to have triplets. He told her they were all to be young, strapping boys like Emmett. The couple smiled at each other, pleased to be getting such a large and wholesome family so soon. Isolde’s stomach grew larger and larger, much bigger than those who have a single child but their happiness grew with it. When the time came for the three baby boys to be born, Isolde had grown very weak. Doctors were growing more and more concerned for her health to birth the children. Though she was tired and frail, she told them all not to worry, that she would be in good shape to have them and not would go wrong. Emmett’s concern grew with the doctors, getting anxious as her due date approached. Then, the gloomy fall morning came for the babies to come. She lay, screaming in her hospital bed as the contractions raged on. A C-section was necessary for the survival of the babies but for the mother, they couldn’t be positive. She wasn’t looking good. She was pale and her face was growing cold. Emmett paced back and forth, hoping for a miracle. Twelve, nauseating hours passed and the odds of Isolde’s survival were getting slimmer. Something in the back of Emmett’s head told him that he had seen this all before. Before he could ponder this notion any longer, a nurse ran through the double doors to him and grabbed his arm without a word, pulling him into the operating room. Isolde’s arm was outstretched to him and he took it without a second thought. She pulled him close and told him she loved him. His face was burning and the tears in his eyes spilled over momentarily until he heard the sound he had been waiting for. Crying. He gripped Isolde’s hand tightly and smiled as they called to him that his first was a baby boy. She nodded and whispered “Elijah Oliver,” and then took a deep breath as they pulled out another crying child to proclaim that he too, was a boy. “Levi Artemis,” she mumbled and Emmett’s gaze shot to her paling face. He held her tight as the room went silent. The floor shook for a moment and the lights dimmed. Both boys were screaming and the doctors gasped at the suddenly horrifying change of atmosphere. Only seconds passed and then the room slipped back to its normal state. Blinking, the doctors moved back to remove the last baby from Isolde’s womb. The third cry was higher pitched and Emmett looked up to find a much smaller child in the arms of the doctor in front of him. “A girl,” the doctor said with surprise and Emmett’s eyebrows raised in astonishment. Isolde smiled and quietly whispered, “Skyler Leigh.”

The room went silent again and Isolde’s grip on Emmett loosened. He looked back to her bright blue eyes and gasped. Her cold, lifeless body seemed like a memory to him. The doctors were scrambling around him and he heard screaming babies behind him but he only starred into the face of his wife, lying dead on the hospital bed. It was like Déjà vu, only, he knew it wasn’t. He had seen this before but he had been the crying child. The memory of his mother came flooding into his mind, paralyzing him. He could remember her laugh, the way she would sing him to sleep. He could remember his father waving a stick around and making magical things happen. He could remember flying through the air in his mother’s arms, his father holding her waist as they flew. He remembered the way his father used to smile. Now, he could see the door, knocked into the house, the smoke rising from the windows. He could remember his father shouting and he could smell the smoke that nearly choked him. He remembered the sudden light in the foggy room and… he could remember seeing his mother lying lifeless on the floor. Her pale skin and ice cold hands. Her piercing blue eyes. He looked at his wife, silent and still, just like his mother. His head began to spin and there was a light growing in the room. He looked to where his small children lay and gasped to see the light emitting through their small hands. They were screaming and he hadn’t realized that all the lights in the room had gone dark. All the doctors either ran quickly from this sight or starred, unknowing of what to do. Emmett’s mouth dropped and he backed himself into a wall. The light disappeared and a moment later, exploded through the room. Everyone was knocked back and Emmett was knocked unconscious. When he woke, he was no longer the Emmett he used to be. His eyes shifted uncontrollably and he was paranoid, jumping at the slightest touch or movement. The night after Isolde’s funeral, Emmett was emitted into an insane asylum, never to have even held his children.

The funeral was an odd thing, seeing as it was held for four souls. Isolde Reginald and her children, Elijah, Levi and Skyler. Although Isolde was the only one to have really passed, the children had disappeared. The truth of the matter was, Artemis returned the moment he heard of the birth of the triplets. The magic the three had performed had alerted him immediately, and finding his son, rocking and mumbling, unseeing, Artemis knew what he was to do. He took the children in his arms and fled, leaving no evidence behind that the babies had lived. Settling down in a wizarding neighborhood near Dublin, he raised the children as what they were. Witch and Wizards. He swore to himself that they would never be involved in the muggle world, for wizards in the muggle world caused too many complications. He was to raise them to be very strong and independent. He was to make it so they would understand power and use it to save themselves the way he couldn’t have saved the people he had loved. He returned to the ways of his parents, teaching them to stay clear of muggles but not to avoid the squibs and muggle borns. They would not know of their blood until much later in their lives. They would not know of their parents. They would only know each other and those of the wizarding world. They would know magic and they would use it to the best of their abilities. He wouldn’t let them be weak like he had allowed his life to become.

Skye was a very strong young lady, doing what she was told and inquiring about magic and nothing else. She always had sought the approval of her Grandfather but she knew she had to learn more. Physically, she was small and fragilely built. Her brothers, Eli and Levi, taught her to be strong in so many ways. As she got older, she began to develop physically and Elijah noticed. Eli was much bigger than her, always teasing her and pushing her around. She always believed, like her Grandfather had told her, that he was only trying to make her stronger so she wouldn’t get hurt later. As she became more feminine, he became pushier. Levi advised her to just ignore him, to let him know if Eli was bothering her and he would take care of him. Grandfather over heard Levi telling Skye this one night and pulled Levi out of the room. When he returned, Levi told Skye he wasn’t allowed to interfere with Eli anymore, that she needed to learn how to do it herself. Little did any of them know, Eli was going to become more than little Skyler could handle.

After the children turned ten years old, Elijah felt as though he needed to prove his man hood. One horrifying night, Eli snuck into Skye’s bedroom and covered her mouth, told her if she screamed, he would curse her. Soundly, he raped her. The next morning, her brother Levi woke to find her bruised and jumpy. He asked her what had happened and she just shook her head. Almost every night from then on, she woke to find Elijah at her bedside. It became routine, like she was a robot, going through a written schedule. The door would creak open and she would open her eyes and shutter. He would move back the covers and she would sit very still, allowing him to strip her of all her clothing. She did everything he told her to do, followed orders perfectly. When he wasn’t kissing her, she would squeeze her eyes shut and wish for morning. Never did she tell her other brother or Grandfather. ‘They can’t know’, Elijah would tell her, ‘they would only be angry with you.’ Eventually, Levi noticed the bruising again but questioned Elijah. Proudly, he admitted the entire thing. He told him that it had been happening for over a year and that there was nothing Levi could do about it. Angrily, Levi went to his grandfather and told him the entire story. Little did Levi realize, Skye had already changed, adapted to enjoy it instead of suffering. Their Hogwarts letters came shortly after the truth had spread, but grandfather had something else in mind for the boys. They were to be sent to Durmstrang. Skye was to go to Hogwarts alone.

Skye had grown so close to Levi, she was beyond angry with her Grandfather and refused to speak to anyone except Levi, all the way up to the day she was to leave. Bitter with Eli for splitting them up, she only glared at him and when he asked if she would write, she gritted her teeth and walked away from him. Levi scooped her up into his arms and told her he would write her every day. Skye let a little tear roll down her cheek as she hugged him but showed no sign of emotion when they pulled away. For him, she would be strong. To her grandfather, she only nodded when he asked if she would take his owls. Without looking back, she boarded the Hogwarts Express with an old, childhood friend. Kicking another first year out of his seat, she sat near the opposite windows and spoke to no one the entire train ride to school. She found, not long after she arrived at Hogwarts, that she much preferred short term relationships, sleeping around and finding normalcy in it. Although her brother had destroyed her innocence, she found her sexuality to be a way of life, a hobby. She continued to refuse to speak to Elijah, avoiding him at all cost during holidays until her third year, during Christmas holidays. She came home to find Elijah pointing his wand at Levi, Levi completely unarmed. He was threatening to destroy everything she loved. Levi. Without a moment’s hesitation, she whipped her wand out and sent Elijah flying through a window and onto the cold, snowy roof. He was bleeding profusely but she didn’t care. Levi was safe. Her hands tingled and she felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. Every part of her screamed power and the rush of hurting Elijah was beyond anything she had ever known. Never again did Elijah mess with her or Levi and Skye had found a new way to empower herself. Magic, unbeatable magic.

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And Finally - -

I, Jessica Lisbeth, 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.

[Andromeda Black]

accepted !