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Necesito atopar o meu estilo de debuxar caras a verdade.
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Canopée Ravenell
"The worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt."
_ Sylvia Plath
"You write so beautifully... The inside of your mind must be a terrible place."
_ Unknown
- Canopée Nilsine Marane Ravenell
- Née le 2 janvier 2004
- Originals
- Française
- Sang-Mêlé
- Beauxbâtons, Serea
- Hétérosexuelle
- Autrice
- Aika Braun.
~ Fille d'Antoine et Nilsine Ravenell, née Valois
~ Grande soeur de Perséphone Ravenell, morte-née
* Ancienne amie d'Elodie et Marc Ramier
* Se fait harceler par Elodie Ramier
* Amie de Graham Aspid et Marianne Schwartzbourg à l'université
Les parents de Canopée, Antoine Ravenell et Nilsine Valois, partagent la même passion des livres. Bien que tous deux sorciers, ils ont fait des études d'édition à Paris dans une université moldue. Ils pensaient chacun que l'autre était un Moldu, et cherchaient à protéger le secret magique, ce qui devint encore plus dur lorsqu'ils commencèrent à sortir ensemble, deux ans après leur rencontre. Leur surprise lorsqu'ils découvrirent qu'ils étaient tous les deux sorciers fut indescriptible, mais ne fit que les souder davantage. Après leur stage, ils achetèrent une librairie à la Place Cachée, un ensemble de rues commerçantes sorcières à Montmartre. Le 2 janvier 2004, trois ans après leur mariage, leur première fille, Canopée Nilsine Marane Ravenell, vint au monde.
Si les Ravenell n'ont rien de spécial, les Valois sont une famille de Nés-Animagi. Malgré leur puissance magique et leur ancienneté (leur gène spécial combinant leurs deux dons étant apparu en 1500), ils ont toujours vécu modestement, en Italie, puis dans un petit village alsacien depuis 1885. Ils ont aussi de nombreux secrets, qui n'ont qu'une gardienne : la grand-mère de Canopée, Marane Valois.
En 2008, Nilsine Ravenell et Edaline Valois furent assassinées, dommages collatéraux d'une rancune de la famille Reinhart, datant de la guerre contre Grindelwald. Tout le monde ignora qui étaient les coupables.
Ces décès brisèrent la famille, mais rapprochèrent les vivants. Les années passant, le temps endormit leurs blessures, et les souvenirs de sa mère se raréfièrent dans l'esprit de Canopée. Bientôt, Nilsine et Edaline ne vécurent plus qu'à travers les réminiscences de ses proches.
Canopée était une enfant calme, timide, toujours le nez dans des livres. Elle apprit à lire précocement, à l'âge de trois ans, avec l'aide de son père dont elle est très proche. Antoine et sa fille partagent la même passion de la littérature. Canopée a passé tellement de temps dans la librairie qu'elle la considère comme son deuxième chez-elle. Le premier étant un grand appartement au centre de Paris, dans un immeuble sorcier invisible aux Moldus, non loin de la Tour Eiffel. Canopée adore sa ville.
Dans l'appartement d'en face vivaient la famille Ramier : les grand-parents et les trois enfants, leur parents étant morts jeunes, comme Nilsine Ravenell. Canopée sympathisa avec eux. Il y avait Élodie, une fille pétillante qui adorait également lire, et Marc, un petit blond aux allures d'ange mais qui proposait toujours les bêtises les plus délirantes. Élodie avait le même âge que Canopée, et Marc était d'un an et demi leur cadet. Ils devinrent amis, et vécurent de beaux moments ensemble, de 2009 à 2013.
A l'âge de sept ans, la petite blonde se transforma pour la première fois en sa forme Animagus : un whippet couleur sable, avec de grands yeux bleus. Elle apprit à maîtriser ses transformations, ce qui fut facile pour elle.
Sa magie en tant que telle se révéla deux ans plus tard, dans des circonstances tragiques. Un matin d'hiver, Elodie, Marc et Canopée jouaient sur le toit de leur immeuble. C'était le jour anniversaire de la mort de sa mère, et l'ambiance était très lourde à la maison. Lorsqu'une dispute éclata, Canopée poussa Marc, et son geste fut amplifié par la magie. La rambarde s'arracha, et le petit garçon fit une chute de quatre étages. Miraculeusement, il ne mourut pas, mais fut plongé dans un profond coma.
Ce drame marqua un tournant dans la vie de Canopée. Élodie la haït. A chaque fois qu'elles se croisaient, la jeune fille l'accablait d'insultes et de reproches, ou d'une ignorance glaciale. La culpabilité détruisit Canopée, malgré le soutien de sa famille. Elle perdit toute confiance en elle et refusa d'utiliser ses pouvoirs d'ombre à nouveau, les refoulant au plus profond d'elle-même.
Quelques mois plus tard, elle se mit à l'écriture, cherchant désespérément un moyen de déverser sa souffrance quelque part. Cela devint son échappatoire. Canopée possédait un réel talent, mais elle ne s'en rendait pas compte. Toute sa confiance en elle avait disparu à cause du drame, dont personne ne parle plus chez les Valois-Ravenell, d'un accord muet.
A l'âge de onze ans, Canopée entra en sixième à Beauxbâtons, et fut répartie à Serea. Élodie, elle, devint une Vila. Sa haine contre la blonde était plus vive que jamais, et elle était déterminée à faire de sa vie un enfer. Elle retourna le plus de camarades possibles contre Canopée, isolant la pauvre jeune fille qui se persuada qu'elle ne méritait l'amitié de quiconque et resta seule avec ses livres et ses cahiers d'écriture.
Caractère : Canopée a un coeur d'or. Elle est gentille, altruiste et désintéressée. Elle ne calcule rien, tout ce qu'elle fait est sincère et pur. Bien sûr, il lui arrive d'avoir des mauvaises pensées, d'être de mauvaise humeur et sarcastique. Mais dans ces cas-là, elle maîtrise ses émotions et ne laisse rien paraître. Avec ses airs de poupée fragile, on pourrait la croire sans défense, alors que c'est une excellente élève et duelliste, qui s'intéresse à la magie noire, celle-ci étant légale en France sous réserve d'avoir un diplôme permettant sa pratique. Lorsqu'on s'en prend à elle, comme Élodie le fait, elle ne réagit pas, mais lorsqu'on touche à quelqu'un qu'elle aime, elle devient une féroce protectrice. La jeune fille est introvertie et timide, et ne se montre joyeuse et sincère qu'avec ceux en qui elle a confiance. Elle a tendance à trop s'attacher aux gens, trop vite. Canopée suit ses propres règles, quant à celles de l'établissement, elle ne respecte que celles avec lesquelles elle est d'accord, et enfreint les autres sans jamais se faire remarquer, étant donnée sa discrétion. C'est une artiste très créative, douée et modeste. Elle ne prend cependant pas ses écrits au sérieux. C'est aussi une grande rêveuse.
Trivia :
- Baguette magique : bois d'olivier avec une plume d'Augurey, 24 centimètres, fine et flexible.
- Animal de compagnie : Une chatte blanche à taches grises nommée Marie-Antoinette
- Patronus : biche
- Épouvantard : ses anciens amis
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thinkin about erin when she was like, 11, and her only friend in this multiverse is sereas
#sereas encouraging erin to not listen to mirrorkara and framing it as yeah they're being cool and rebellious!#when in actuality she can tell erin is trapped in a horrifying situation#BUT THERES ONLY SO MUCH ONE SILLY COFFEE MAKER CAN DO#i maek post#a gun that shoots shitposts
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Following on from the simple modesty of the 1300s, female hair in the 1400s became a lot more elaborate thanks to the addition of hair pieces, ribbon and other decorations. Braided styles evolved into very detailed and decorative concoctions. Styles also became more flowy and romantic, often with curls framing the face. CC links under the cut.
You can find more of my historical content here: 1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s
1 - Larsa by Daylife Sims
2 - Beatrice by Simstrouble
3 - Shiro by Sim Lotus
4 - Camellia by Clumsy Alien
5 - Daenerys by Puderosims
6 - Hoppie by Simstrouble
7 - Emma by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs
8 - Ye Medieval Dragon Queen by Nilyn (TSR)
9 - Leonarda by Melancholy Maiden
10 - Cecilia by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs
11 - Braid Snood by Melancholy Maiden
12 - Ye Medieval Braided Updo by Daisy Sims (TSR)
13 - Masquerade by Tekri
14 - Pai Chan Braids by FYSims
15 - Hekate by Naunakht
16 - Zelda by Simandy
17 - Ye Medieval Margot by Shimydim (TSR)
18 - Sophia by G
19 - Serea Hair V1 by Redhead Sims
20 - Mari by Wasteland Whisperer
21 - Daenerys by Birksches
22 - Lucia by Melancholy Maiden
23 - TSM Hair for TS4 by S3 Sage
24 - Aspen by Oydis
25 - Braid Dream by Redhead Sims
26 - Double Braid by Wasteland Whisperer
27 - Pearls Set by Daylife Sims
28 - Mhysa by Quirky Introvert
29 - Ye Medieval Nezetta by Leah Lillith (TSR)
30 - Rapunzel by Tekri
With thanks to some amazing creators: @daylifesims @simstrouble @simlotus @clumsyalienn @puderosasims @buzzardly28 @tekri @simandy @redheadsims-cc @wastelandwhisperer @oydis @qicc
#ts4#ts4 cc cas#the sims 4#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#ts4 cc hair#ts4 historical#ts4 history challenge#sims 4 history challenge#sims 4 historical#sims 4 medieval#ts4 medieval#sims medieval#1400s#medieval#historical cc#renaissance#15th century#ultimate decades challenge#hair collection
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🇾🇪⚔️🇬🇧🇺🇸 🚀⛴️💥 🚨
💥YEMENI ARMED FORCES SUCCESSFULLY TARGETS TWO U.S. AND U.K. VESSELS IN RED SEA💥
Spokesman for the Ansar Allah-controlled Yemeni Armed Forces (YAF), Brigadier General Yahya Sarea, issued a statement on Tuesday announcing an operation that targeted two naval vessels, one the "Star Nasia" belonging to the United States, and the other the "Morning Tide" belonging to the U.K. using "suitable naval missiles" resulting in "direct and accurate" strikes.
Serea also announced continued military operations against the U.S. and U.K. in the Arabian and Red Seas, saying the Yemeni Armed Forces were asserting their right to respond to Western aggression and to defend the Yemeni people.
Sarea also reiterated Yemen's commitment to the defense of their Palestinian brothers and sisters under siege in the Gaza Strip, and said the YAF would continue to target Israeli vessels, as well as allied vessels and ships heading to or from the ports of occupied Palestine.
#source
@WorkerSolidarityNews
#yemen#ansar allah#houthis#yemeni news#yemen news#yemeni armed forces#armed forces of yemen#united kingdom#uk armed forces#united states#us news#us armed forces#us military#uk military#uk news#us navy#uk navy#yemeni navy#red sea#war#middle east#arab israeli conflict#politics#news#geopolitics#world news#global news#international news#breaking news#current events
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Vampire Hunter D
Game: The Sims 4
Inspired by Yoshitaka Amano
Cover to Vampire Hunter D, Vol. 17: Tyrant’s Stars, Parts Three and Four
CC Credits:
• Pegasus Posespack by Fenrir77
• Savage temptations posepack by beverlyallitsims
• Unnatural Horse Eyes by EachUisge CC
• D: Cavalier hat, Medieval Cloak, Dark Knight Armor
• Lady: Moon Goddess Dress (paywalled but possible to find free), Earring, Shai Headpiece, Serea Hair
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Soap X AFAB!Reader
Warnings for creepy, perverted, gross Johnny with this little series I’m planning. For this stater piece specifically it’s like Heavy dubcon themes, kidnapping, threats of murder or bodily harm. Yeah, this one is a lot. What you see if what you get, you are responsible for yourself from here on.
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When was the last time your family went fucking camping?
Your father had brought it up two months ago, in a short conversation with your mother at the mention of a family vacation. Something about the idea of going somewhere nice like the places you usually went sounded unappealing to him. Of course he’d pick the last family vacation you’d be joining before moving out to do something incredibly boring.
“We could always go camping.” He’d told your mother, leaning over the kitchen island with his hands clasped together. She’d immediately sent a disapproving glare towards him, which earned a chuckle from him. “Oh, lovie, it won’t be so bad.” He’d assured her. “A little fresh air could do us all some good, don’t you think? I’ll keep us safe, swear it.”
She’d relented once your father had dressed it up as an ‘electronic free, roughing it, fresh air, all family’ trip. You understood– how could you not? The man had spent every day of his life glued to the surface of his phone due to work, and your mother jumped at the opportunity to spend real time as a family together.
That was how you ended up here, you supposed, sitting around a firepit with your lovely family. Your mother, father and two younger siblings, Jovan and Serea. Your eyes stared blankly at the flames that danced around the firepit, licking against each other in the same way waves crashed against the shore. The air was beginning to thin and cool from the borderline unbreathable mugginess of the scorching summer sun which was setting oh-so slowly above you. Your eyes shifted up towards the sky, watching as it darkened from it’s normal brilliant blue to a darker purple with swirls of reds and pinks. Crickets chirped out song notes with each flick of their legs as the veil of darkness began to surround the forest. The sounds of an owl cooing sweetly in the background, calling out as a warning or… maybe just a sign of its presence. The declaration that it was real and alive into the void of darkness.
Jovan held a stick, watching as the marshmallow he was roasting completely caught fire. His eyes light up at the action, pulling it from the flames to blow at the remnants. “Near perfect.” He announced happily, pride enveloping the edges of his sentence.
“That’s disgusting, Jo-jo.” Sera chimed in, watching with a soured look as Jovan reached out with two fingers to pull the treat from his skewer, pulling the ooze into his mouth with a grin before turning his head to stick his tongue out at the girl. “Mom!”
“Leave your sister alone.” Your mother spoke simply, easily. She was hardly paying attention, sitting across the fire with a crossword puzzle and pen in her hand. Your father sat at her side, quietly chattering about the answers at her side.
You huffed, looking away as you tried to tune out the bickering of your siblings at your side. You thought about the days earlier activities– the lake your family had spent nearly an hour hiking to. It was fine, for the most part. The walk was long, spent swatting away bugs that landed on your arms. You could still feel the itchy welts that littered your upper arms from their bites, your mother would probably snap at you for itching for about the next week. Listening to the never-ending bickering between your siblings about things that didn’t even matter. The comments from your father about ‘how beautiful nature is’ and how ‘we should all try and make an effort to reconnect with the earth’ bullshit. Your mother agrees nonchalantly, as if she doesn’t really care that much.
That wasn’t really anything of note but– the more you thought of it, you couldn’t shake the feeling of having someone’s eyes watching you. Following your every movement- you swore you could feel someone hot on your heels the entire walk to the lake. You kept looking around, searching aimlessly for something that wasn’t even there. Your father had mentioned how paranoia was sometimes common for people who didn’t go out into the woods that often. Something about… how it’s all so new, and you’re not really used to having silent predators around while knowing there could at any moment be something dangerous, stories of boogeymen who roamed the woods, campfire tales that were told to you when you were young. Those fears can still linger as an adult. Your bodies natural reaction, or something. He said it’d go away after a day or two… so you shrugged that feeling off. Chalked it up to, yes, paranoia. You had an entire week of this trip. You couldn’t give in to these weird, stupid feelings that were brewing.
Your head turned, eyes shifting the terrain surrounding your small camp. Trees, miles and miles of trees. Only a few in every direction lit up with the gentle glow of the fire's warmth. The rest disappeared slowly, being engulfed into the rest of what you could see. Nothing.
That hadn’t really creeped you out until now, eyes trained on the darkness of the trees that you could just barely see. That feeling was back, like you were being watched. You huffed, head turning away from the woods quickly. You stood, looking between your siblings and then your parents. “I’m going to go to sleep.” You told them all simply before making your way towards your tent and climbing in.
You spent the entire night laying on your back in silence, staring up at the ceiling of your tent. You couldn’t shake it, that feeling. It was beginning to suffocate you, shove it’s way down your throat and into your head. You couldn’t ignore it, and thus you couldn’t sleep. Your parents had oh-so lovingly forced you and your siblings to leave your phones at home but allowed you to bring your nintendo switch if you’d only play it at night. How kind of them, was the thought that flashed through your brain when they first mentioned it, having to suppress an eyeroll and a scoff. As if they were being generous by allowing it when they were shutting your phone off for the duration of the trip so even if you did have it, it wouldn’t work… which.. If it would’ve regardless was a gamble in and of itself. You were playing an older version of a mario game when you heard it. The snapping of a branch, your ears instantly perked up, entire body stiffening as you paused your game.
It was the wee hours of the morning, you knew for a near fact that your family were all asleep. Though their tents laid a decent ways away from yours, they were all early to sleep, early to rise. You were different, though. You spent many nights awake while they slept peacefully. Now though, you clung desperately to the possibility that Serea had awoken from a nightmare and thought to wake you instead of your parents or… or maybe it was Jovan, right? Stumbling around in the dark to find a flashlight so he could wonder off into the woods to pee or something. Yeah, that made sense. That made sense. It could all be chalked up to something that made sense, something that wasn’t sinister. It totally had nothing to do with that feeling that had been itching at you all day like some sort of fucking disease, even though your entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending was lit up, your mind begged you to move or do anything other than just sit here. You could hardly breathe as you heard the clomping of steady, heavy footed-steps. Your brows furrowed, breath hitching as you tried desperately to bite back the panic that suddenly urged through you.
It was just Serea. You tried to think, fingers gripping at the edges of your sleeping back until your knuckles turned white. You could hear shuffling, the crunching of leaves under shoes, sniffling. Deep, heavy inhales coming closer. Closer. Closer. Your eyes shifted quickly, towards the front of your tent.
It was just Serea. You gulped thickly, stomach churning harshly as you watched in wide-eyed horror as the zipper of your tent slowly began to unzip. Your throat nearly closed, entire body launching up as a hand came into view, pulling back one flap of your tent. The backs were masculine, strong with thick fingers, veins and tendons on the fronts of the palm. A shadowy figure was illuminated in the dim light of your switch's screen. All those stories came flashing in your mind. The Boogeyman, The Jersey Devil, Bigfoot, or something worse than a made-up tale meant to scare the shit out of children in the woods.
The rather large, looming figure leaned into your tent. His gaze was fixated on you, a grin spread across his features as he watched you. You swore you saw sharp teeth glint, but you couldn’t really be sure. You couldn’t really make out any features, but you could feel his eyes searing into yours. “Ye scream and I’ll gut yer family while ye watch.” He coos, it’s sweet and gentle as he enters further.
You’re terrified, shock thundering across your features as you watch him. You’re quick to shuffle your way away from him– but you don’t scream.
Smart little thing.
He grins, head tilting. He hasn’t heard you breathe since he came into view. Maybe you’ll pass out and it’ll make this entire ordeal easier. “Nod if ye understand, bonnie…”
You nod quickly, back flush against the side of your tent. You gulp thickly again, finally taking a breath. You don’t speak though– what could he expect, though, really? He’s only just first introduced himself. Of course you’d be a little bit nervous.
“Shy wee thing, hm?” He purrs as he attempts to shuffle closer. You flinch away and he raises his hands in defense. “Oh, now…” He breathes, “No need for that, sweet. I’m not going to hurt ye. If ye want a reason to be scared, I can give ye one but until then, let’s save the dramatics for another time, hm?” His tone is still in that slightly condescending tone, talking with the sweetness you’d use when talking to a child.
Your gaze shifts to his quickly, “What do you want?” It’s rough and angry but shaky around the edges. You sound so cute, trying to be intimidating.
The man shakes his head, “Nothing yet, bonnie. Just wanted to see yer pretty little face up close.” He’s sitting back on his knees, hands placed in his lap. He lifts his right palm, slow and easy. His movements are fluid as he reaches out, touch lingering before your face.
You glare at him, brows furrowed and breathing quickened. You all but recoil as his fingers brush against your forehead, smoothing back a few loose strands that had fallen out of place. “Even prettier up close…” He speaks while petting at your hair, but you’re honestly not sure if it’s meant to be directed at you or if he’s just making a statement. You realize now that the feeling you felt earlier was not paranoia… it was a warning.
“Are you going to kill me?” You whispered softly, again… trying so hard to sound strong. Trying not to cower as his fingers brush through your hair, the pads of his digits teasing against the side of your neck. Your body tenses with each touch, shoulders stiffening and breath hitching in your throat.
He shakes his head slowly, “Oh, now… I’ve only j’st found ye, sweet… I couldn’t kill ye, yet. No.” He assured, but sucked in a gentle breath. “Now… I can’t say the same for yer family, bonnie…” There’s a silence, a pause as his eyes shift towards you. “Be a shame if ye didn’t listen and something happened to them, wouldn’t it?”
Your lips purse, eyes slowly drifting towards the man before you. “... I’ll listen.” You squeaked out, breathing out shakily. “I’ll listen, just don’t do anything to them.”
He nods, “Perfect… we should get going then, sun’ll be up in a few hours and gods know we wanna make it home before then, hm?” He pulls off a backpack you didn’t even realize he was wearing, watching as he begins pulling out a few things.
You frown, “What are you doing?” you spoke up, watching with furrowed brows as he lays out a rope, a blindfold, and a gag.
“Oh, these are just precaution. M’sorry, sweet. Just need to make sure ye won’t try and run away on me. S’all. Give me your arms.” He hums, holding his hand out expectantly. You stare back blankly, blinking a few times as you watch him. Your eyes shift between his face and his hand, an almost bewildered look on your face. “Bonnie. We don’t have a lot of time– I know this is a lot but–”
“You want to tie me up?” You almost sound offended.
He huffs, grabbing your wrist and roughly yanking you closer. “Yer really testing me patience, huh, Bonnie?” He snarls as he begins wrapping the rope around both wrists. You struggle against his hold immediately, which only brings annoyance simmering in his stomach “Think m’being real nice, hm? Stop fucking movin–” His voice is cut off as your hand makes a sharp, slapped contact to the side of his face. His entire body stiffens, actions pausing altogether as his gaze snaps towards yours.
You reailze it’s a mistake immediately, “I’m sorry.” You choke out quickly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–” You’re basically babbling it at this point, finally allowing the man to do as he pleases. You watched as the ropes were secured around your wrists. His actions are quickened, rougher than before.
“Yeah, you will be.” His hisses back as he shoves the blindfold over your eyes, and the makeshift gag into your mouth. “Lucky I don’t fuckin’ make good and kill everyone here, Bon. Don’t do shite like that again.” He grunts midway through the sentence as he wraps an arm around your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulder. You hardly yelp, voice muffled by the gag.
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debuxos de feitos do mar con dúas sereas tamén
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wait wait i googled it is minecraft youtube not dream
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life sereas
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Léon Auguste Adolphe Belly: Ulises e as sereas (1867)
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Serea:3
Daughter of Gerca and Grimm, her weapon is a scarlet fire nail(smol)
She also likes blueberries
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repères
↪ SELON LA GÉNÉRATION↩
► GreatGen, Reborn, Originals, NextGen, NewOrigins, Genesis
↪ SELON LES SPÉCIFICITÉS↩
► Adoptés, femmes, hommes, à la recherche de liens, morts, professeurs, à caser
► Sang-Pur, Sang-Mêlé, Né-Moldu, Moldu
↪ SELON L'ÉCOLE ↩
► Beauxbâtons, Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, Mahoutokoro, Poudlard, Runstone
◊ Beneo, Griffe, Serea, Vila
◊ Oiseau-Tonnerre, Puckwoodgenie, Serpent Cornu, Womatou
◊ Gryffondor, Poufsouffle, Serdaigle, Serpentard
◊ Equateur, Hémisphère Nord, Hémisphère Sud
► Non-scolarisés
↪ SELON LA FAMILLE ↩
► Abraxas, Adamiak, Ambrosi, Amsel, Archer, Armaan, Aspid, Asthar, Azemar, Card, Ceasy, Chatterson, Cloud, Cooper, Dawn, Dubalais, Dunckin, Dursley, Eisenhower, Esor, Friston, Gamble, Gracia, Green, Inoue, Lockster, Maurry, Midgen, Nightingal, Oliver, Parrish, Perkinston, Saïffedine, Schwarzbourg, Shafiq, Steward, Travers, Tremblay, Valois, Whymper, Woodley, Yamaguchi
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Cérès Santiago
“The saddest thing in life is wasted talent, and the choices that you make will shape your life forever.”
― Chazz Palminteri
- Cérès Dianthe Minerve Dolman, épouse Santiago
- Née le 14 avril 1976
- Reborn
- Française
- Sang-Pur
- Hétérosexuelle
- Beauxbâtons, Serea
- Anna Christine Speckhart.
~ Fille de Janus et Minerve Dolman, née Rodain
~ Soeur de Damien Dolman
~ Belle-soeur d'Astria Hollister
~ Tante d'Elladora, Euphemia et Thalia Dolman
~ Epouse d'Hypnos Santiago
~ Mère de Narcissa, Phoebus et Hermes Santiago
~ Grand-mère d'Altheda, Persephone, Peitho et Aramis Roseblood, Artemisia (Aria) Santiago, Tiago et Luisa Gracia
~ Tante (par alliance) d'Amy et Asterion Santiago, Euryale, Justice, Callisto et Phyllis Avery
* Amie d'Azalea Roseblood, elle a été son premier soutien aux Etats-Unis et vit très mal sa "trahison"
* Petite-amie de Cedric Thomas vers ses 40-45 ans
Trivia :
- Voulait travailler dans la recherche en génétique, s'en est empêchée à cause de sa famille et sa belle-famille
- A épousé Hypnos Santiago par amour, mais est parfaitement au courant qu'il la trompe avec Azalea
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headcanon Erin's Antiques is Erin trying to recap the history and legends surrounding various artifacts she showing off and then from behind the camrea sereas is asking shit like this
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People you might see talking in tags:
Taylor (I use ,, elsewhere)
- Molly
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! Lea! (lee-ah)
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