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chaoswillfallrpg · 3 years

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ADAIRIA LINWOOD is THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD and the LANDLADY of THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE in HORIZONT ALLEY. She looks remarkably like NATALIE DORMER and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN.

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A mysterious beauty with a hard exterior she wears like armour, Adairia has been through more than the average woman of her age. The eldest daughter of single mother CHRISSIE LINWOOD, Adairia was born in the throes of her mother’s relationship with a mysterious man. Adairia was too young to remember, but spent the early years of her life in the front rows of her mother and father’s shows as they played lovers in various productions. Her father was celebrated, her mother was adored and his family remained a secret as her grandmother took her home back to Linwood Lodge. It wasn’t until LAUREL was born and Adairia was sent to school that she began to question the nature of her mother and father’s relationship. Their father lived elsewhere, a fact which her school friends found odd but then again her whole life to them was odd. Adairia grew up in a boarding house in Barnet which serviced the strangest members of society, their bohemian lifestyle of accommodating circus performers, singers, fortune tellers and stage actors was disagreeable to most people. At school she was that strange girl with the beautiful long blonde hair inherited from her mother. People didn’t like her because she turned up to school discos in outfits that glittered only when she twirled or because her mum was too busy at work to organise bake sales or her dad went missing for months at a time.

It hurt not having very many friends growing up but Adairia was strong like the elder women in her life and never needed the approval of others. The only approval she ever sought after was the one of her parents and growing up Adairia wanted to be just like them. Her father came from some sort of money and paid for the best singing and dancing lessons money could buy, she wore beautiful tutus and could remember the smell fondly of tulle and dance floor polish mixed with his cologne as he came to collect her well into her thirties. Unlike her younger sisters, Adairia had a lot of memories of their father before he disappeared. She was nine when one day he went away to work and never came back. That was it. Adairia was that strange girl, the ballerina with the bright eyes who didn’t have a dad. When the realisation hit he was never coming back something snapped in her and strange things began to occur. When she was sad or angry things broke, vases exploded, books moved, lamps flashed. It didn’t make any sense to her, but her mum and grandma simply looked at her with a knowing look. A year later she was issued a letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was presented with more questions rather than answers. As she arrived at school and the sorting hat called out the name of her house Adairia got off her stool and walked to a table of children chatting in hushed whispers.

Despite the strangeness of the world she found herself in, Adairia had hoped that Hogwarts would maybe allow her to form friendships. A few questions about what her mother and father did from her fellow Slytherins made it quite clear Adairia had walked into another situation where she once again sat on the sidelines. A mudblood was what they called her. Not a rarity at Hogwarts but certainly amongst Slytherin. Adairia was the first Muggle-Born to be sorted into Slytherin for almost fifty years and her early days at Hogwarts she spent badly bullied because of it. After Adairia became a prefect and mastered enough spells to become a fierce opponent she found people picked on her far less, frightened to lose points and began using her experience to help those with similar experiences. FENRIR GREYBACK was a young Slytherin student who had a similarly hard experience. Adairia took under her wing, helping to combat the bullying he received from DOLORES UMBRIDGE and making an enemy of her in the process. Otherwise only two people who were intrigued enough by her to befriend her. GAWAIN ROBARDS his best friend RICHARD ELLINGTON. Both Half-Bloods, they came from mixed backgrounds which meant they didn’t hold the same prejudices as their classmates though they held ones of their own which made her scoff. Richard and Garwain only associated with people of immense beauty and despite her plain background in the eyes of the wizarding world, there was no denying that Adairia was easily the most beautiful witch in their year with a fire unlike any other in Slytherin.

Her beauty and her talent bothered her friends. To them she was too special to simply be a Muggle-Born. After her father had left their family Adairia had lost interest in him until she was fifteen for two reasons. The first because Richard and Gawain wouldn’t stop pushing her to dig into him. The second was because her mother had became pregnant with her younger sister MAREN. After graduating, Adairia moved in with Garwain and began attempting to track down her father. She’d asked her mother and grandma for help but predictably they had remained tight lipped about him. Undeterred the two pressed on, with Adairia working shifts at The Solstice Theatre to pay her rent as they tried to find a fit to their loose end. Two years went by before Adairia had any answers, finding them in the most unlikely of ways. There was her father’s face on a moving poster. FAREWELL: ELIJAH YAXLEY IN THE WARLOCK AND HIS HAIRY HEART! Adairia had found him. He was an actor but that was just the tip of the iceberg. Elijah Yaxley was from a famous Wizarding family, married with two children younger than herself and Laurel but older than Maren. He’d had a string of popular plays in the sixties opposite many beautiful women, but none more so than a veela named Christine May. A woman who was a dead ringer for her mother. Adairia felt sick to her stomach. Her mother and grandmother had lied to her and her sisters.

Not wanting anything to do with her father or his family and deciding to spare her sisters the heartbreak of finding out, Adairia sat on the information and continued on with the rest of her life. Before finding out who her father was, she’d dreamed of being on the stage. Instead, she found a new dream and began saving to buy a crumbling pub in Horizont Alley she hoped to return to its former glory. Adairia was busking and waiting tables in Paris when she heard the news about her mother, rushing back to Barnet to hold her hand as she died. Adairia wasn’t over how she had lied to her about their lineage, her past and how she had hidden her illness but she loved her mother deeply and found the world to be a much brighter place after she died. With Chrissie gone and her grandmother old and frail, the mountain of debt and running of Linwood Lodge fell to Adairia and Laurel. The pair tried to make it work for a time but quickly drown under the work and debt that came with the Lodge. Faced with collapse, Adairia made a choice, tracked down the address of her father in nearby Radlett and turned up on the doorstep of his wife ISMENA YAXLEY. She took only a moment to look upon Adairia’s face to realise why she was there. The image of her mother Adairia had not caught her off guard, but the news of Maren certainly did. Ismena offered Adairia a sizable amount of the Yaxley family vault to make an unbreakable vow not mention her lineage to anyone else and not return in her doorway again.

Paying the debt, she sold Linwood Lodge, the place which reminded her of secrets, lies and her father and purchased the pub, naming it after her favourite wizarding story. The Fountain of Fair Fortune was where Adairia and Laurel mixed drinks, danced on tables and set shots on fire while David Bowie blared on the speakers. Adairia’s life had always been one of uncertainty and upheaval but finally in her little corner of London she had found where she belonged and had created a safe and welcoming space. Evidently, The Fair Fortune felt too safe for some. Adairia had noticed MARY MACDONALD whispering with Maren but had assumed it to be regular gossiping until Laurel brought them both to the back office. Of all the things Adairia thought would come out of Laurel’s mouth, their baby sister joining an underground revolution wasn’t one of them. A large part of Adairia was proud but a greater part was fearful for her sister. In agreement with Laurel, the two received an audience with ALASTOR MOODY where they offered the pub as the official hub of The Order. Whilst her sisters are very proactive in the group, Adairia is a much more reserved member, helping to plot and plan things where she can and hide people in the confines of the pub who need her protection. Adairia feels very strongly about fighting for what’s right, but being secretly connected to a prominent purist family in The Sacred Twenty-Eight and her silence tied to an unreliable vow, her involvement is far more complex than she’d like, especially with CORBAN YAXLEY watching her every move.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood Muggle-Born/¼ Veela

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies Sorcerers for Equality

Family → Laurel Linwood (sister), Maren Linwood (sister), Victor Yaxley (half-brother), Eleanor Yaxley (half-sister), Corban Yaxley (uncle/unknown adversary)

Connections → Garwain Robards (best friend), Richard Ellington (best friend), Poppy Pomfrey (close friend), Natasha DuPont (close friend), Giva Patil (close friend), Mary MacDonald (friend/employee), Arabella Smith (friend), Fenrir Greyback (former friend), Dolores Umbridge (adversary)

Future Information → N/A

ADAIRIA LINWOOD IS A LEVEL 6 WITCH/VEELA.

#Natalie dormer fc #marauders rpg #marauders rp #harry potter rpg #harry potter rp #adairia linwood #witch #veela #order member #the fountain of fair fortune #taken witch #taken order member #taken veela #taken

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sunnysojourn · 6 years

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Bridging The Gap Between Two Realms

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sunnysojourn:

Nadal had come along as a bit of an accessory for Poppy today, though he’d add on one little detail to his plan’s recap before they approached the forest where she had these rendezvouses with her as-of-yet unknown dark elf friend.

“Let me speak to him for a moment first,” he offered, holding his hand out as if the offer was of a physical item. “I believe there are things I can say to him that you could not. Then, you can begin to try to-- softly-- put your perspective forth. I may have to translate this into terms he will understand.”

@themaryiestsuetoeversue:

It was just her and Nadal, like she promised - well, Noir was sort of in the rough area, with the rest of the party, she assumed - boy, not having a link to these three was annoying - but not in the designated meeting clearing. She couldn't stop herself from looking for his birds, before looking at Nadal's offered hand, too nervous to take it.

"That's a good plan. The best plan. Explain everything - because I think all I can do at this point is apologize, still. He'd believe you over me..."

She didn't even have the bag of stuff nor her crossbow, in an attempt to both be nonthreatening and avoid the eyes of bandits.

What was she saying, though - they'd discussed this! Damn her nerves for erasing everything...

"I'm gonna try to do what we talked about. Gonna...gonna plant a seed..."

@vassarazorclaw:

The sparrows knew first, chattering about new faces amongst themselves. Gossip was a past time of the forest's residents, so it wasn't long before the the ravens knew, and by that rote, Ran also became aware. He consulted his spellbook and took his skinning knife with him...just in case.

He made sure his steps were light and silent as he followed Salmon's flight from tree to tree. Better to leave no trail back home. The raven perched himself in the high branches and Ran felt Soup's talons prick reassuringly through his tunic. The ranger breached the tree line silently, tense as he took in the pair. Where was Noir? Was this an escape on Poppy's part or was this a trap?

"Hello again. Hello." The second greeting was for Poppy's companion. One of the brothers no doubt. The elderboy maybe? Then where were the other two? Ran's fingers twitched. <Are you well? Are you safe?>

sunnysojourn:

Nadal snapped to attention, and starkly took a defensive stance. Though he carried no weapon and only wore his bright red clerical robes, he could still defend himself in a pinch-- but he eased upon the sight of the ranger. "<She hardly knows our tongue,>" he spoke, in the language of their people. "Nice to meet you. " He gave a respectful curtsey to the ranger, then continued, ""

Now, he pointed a confused raise of the eyebrows in Ran's direction. "<Now, why should I be unsafe? You have seen the two of them, haven't you?>"

@vassarazorclaw:

Ran shifted back, ready to bolt back into the woods. But the other elf relaxed so Ran relaxed. Slightly. What a strange introduction. Why would the seventh boy be here as a speaker and not the elderboy? Something was up.

Poppy was the one that offered to "bring him along" so why was he claiming he asked for the meeting? Where was Noir? Soup pushed off his shoulder, off to scout for the moon elf.

<I've seen them.> Was he meant to be saving Poppy from Nadal then? Ran flexed his fingers. He could...maybe get the spell off in time? Or not? This wasn't going how Ran had imagined. <It's really just the one I'm worried about, really. But if you're safe, that's good. I thought you might be...uh, very, very out of favor...with Matron Hun'ar.>

The slave market could have gotten dark elves UP just as easily as they dragged surfacers DOWN right?

sunnysojourn:

Nadal frowned, appraising the strange ranger's words. Out of favor he may have been, but his mother wouldn't waste resources like that unless-- Unless she found out about him, he imagined.

"<I was. Horribly out of favor, in fact. You see, I was one of Vhaeraun's people. I still revere him even now, to some extent. But you see, Poppy and Noir rescued me from the slavers' chains. Mostly Noir. Poppy had also been captured.>" Truth was like water. Just enough of it would keep him alive. ""

He straightened up tall. "<Morennil, our eldest, followed me out. Vyth, I dragged out myself. Speaking of, I have been informed that-- because these people don't understand our ways-- you might be under the impression that you would be punished if you are not unreasonably nice to Vyth whether or not you like him? Disregard that notion. If you become his friend, that is your choice.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

There was that Vyth again. Ran scowled. <How was Vyth dragged with you exactly?> Ran had a guess but it didn't speak well of Nadal's character. The story explained spoke better of Morennil, really. Vyth just seemed to be along for the ride either way. Must be tough.

<If Vyth and I become friends that's...also dependent on him.> One sided friendships apparently weren't real, after all. <...but yes, I had been informed that I had "better be nice" to him, or else it would upset Poppy. And given that I may be on thin ice with Noir I...feel it's in my best interest to not upset Poppy.>

sunnysojourn:

If only Nadal's back could get any straighter, he'd do that now. "" he answered. "<If being Vhaeraunite was enough to get me sold, and Vyth is himself an enemy of Lolth, would you not agree that it was in his best interest to come with me before someone found him out?>" Even if he didn't trust himself for the longest time--

His composure broke completely once he heard the exact words Poppy had used come out of Ran's mouth. "<I'm sorry, she said what?> Poppy, you didn't tell me-- <When she came crying to me about how she thought you didn't want to be her friend anymore, she had not told me she used explicitly forceful language to address you. I apologize on her behalf. I have no idea what she was thinking when she said that. You are not going to be punished if the two of you do not end up in an amicable relationship.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

Going back was certainly brave. Ran had to commend Nadal for going back to get his brother. He nodded. That sorted out the first part of the Vyth conundrum. <That makes sense.>

He relaxed even further as Soup confirmed for him Noir's location. Out by the river, preoccupied with chores. Still, Salmon continuing his lookout couldn't hurt. He blinked, focusing back on the view in front of him. <Oh. She was crying?>

That couldn't be good. He fidgeted, fiddling with his own fingers. <It's fine. Not that she was crying! I mean, I want to be friends with her! It's simply that I may have made overtures at her without knowing her exact relationship with Noir who--don't tell her I said this but she is awful at watching Poppy. When we met Noir was not so graceful in reacting to my greeting? Neither was Poppy, actually, thinking on it. But uh, I feel that sort of, well, I feel like Noir may have it out for me but has not acted because I have Poppy's favor? At least a little. I mean, it was nice before the uh, the whole thing where I thought maybe she was collecting dark elves. But she isn't! Which is great.>

sunnysojourn:

Nadal straightened up again, hands at his sides where Ran could see them. The look on his face returned to its usual half-lidded neutrality, and it seemed the tension had simmered down a bit, despite Ran's lengthy ramble.

"<Your footsteps are whisper quiet. You even startled me for a moment.>" That was as much as he needed to say about that. Nobody needed to dwell on the fact that he got scared by a noodle with messy hair. "<Noir is harmless once she meets someone. The two of them... really, they're the furthest from graceful I've ever seen, but they mean well and they'd like to improve.>" One hand hovered over his belt's purple buckle, a color that didn't quite go with the bright red target he wore. "<I, too, have made overtures in Poppy's direction. As it turns out, she's only interested in female bodies.>"

He flipped the switch from purple to pink, and let everything shift-- regained his balance-- then bowed his head all the same. "<This...>" His voice, though starkly feminine, still resided in the low range for his sex. Just as it did before. "<This is a longer story and I'll explain it later. When I'm not trying to bridge the gap between you two.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

When was being part of the background bad? It was better not to attract attention! Safer! Just quietly go about your work. Ran likewise didn't agree that Noir was harmless. She definitely had the potential to do harm. Well, the potential for intent to harm. Well...she was quick to consider violence as a solution.

Ran's train of thought stalled. What. OKAY. First daughter now made sense, but--WHAT. His eyes slid to Poppy. Poppy was safe to look at. "Salmon."

The raven landing on his shoulder was a comforting weight. Ran reached up to dig his fingers into thick feathers. Right, he could do this. He took a breath and looked back at Nadal. <Right, okay. That's fine. So, to be clear, no one is being held hostage and no one was actually enforcing a hierarchy?>

sunnysojourn:

Noir would be harmless soon and that was what mattered. Shame Nadal couldn't say they'd speak to her about this, or risk losing favor with Ran-- so he just added a qualifier to the word 'harmless'. He offered a second curtsey to Ran as the ranger finally gained the nerve to look upon him again.

Maybe he wasn't quite as far gone as Nadal's practice runs would have suggested. Only one way to find out:

"<To be clear?>" He repeated, as a question. "<The surface is not the underdark. These people have no idea why you'd make either of those assumptions.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

Ran took in a breath. <Okay. Fair.> His eyes flitted upward. Ah, there she was. He held out an arm for his second raven to land on. Feathery comfort.

<It may have also been...a language barrier.> Ran understood more than he could string together, but what he could string together wasn't always received how he intended. <And I guess I wasn't very outspoken in my worries? I'll have to expand my vocal-bulary.>

He turned his face, briefly hiding it in Salmon's feathers. Dictionary and diction needed improvement for sure.

sunnysojourn:

Commoner, then. Any noble would have been taught how to taunt his surface enemies and appear intelligent while doing so... His advice, were Ran a noble, would have been to ask more questions about their intent, but that wouldn't be possible as long as Ran's common wasn't up to snuff.

He nodded, stifling a smile at Ran's little pun. "<You have a choice, then. You can wait for us to tutor Poppy and Noir in our tongue, or one of us could stick around and tutor you in theirs. Poppy, she's intelligent, but we have many pressing matters that tend to get in the way. I'd like to do this, personally, but logically, I would ask Vyth-- he understands native speech better than I do-- if he would teach you.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

Tutoring? It would be helpful. Really, he just needed time to practice. Market trips were good, but hanging out bothering merchants seemed a bit like asking for too much. He hummed, fighting to keep from grinning.

Having someone over for longer than a visit might be nice, but... <Also my house is rather small? I guess I never really foresaw having guests my size over, really.>

sunnysojourn:

"<Travel is very important to Poppy,>" Nadal confirmed with a nod to punctuate the statement. "<However.>" He folded his arms behind his back, to stand firm at attention. "<The others would continue to travel. We would leave one person here, temporarily. Then retrieve them. I'm certain Vyth wouldn't mind the stability.>"

Neither would he, if he was being honest about things. "Poppy, he tells me that he has been particularly fearful with regard to Noir, who he sees as not only dangerous, but as potentially vengeful, considering he acted outside of his assumed station. That she had not acted due only to your favor."

@themaryiestsuetoeversue:

Poppy sighed. Yeah, that made a lot of sense. "She did kind of point her sword at him when we first met..." She shook her head. "Noir's okay with him now, though! Since, like, he hasn't tried to hurt me or anything and honestly..." She didn't trust Nadal to NOT directly translate this, but he'd definitely read between the lines anyway. "She knows I know how to refuse, even if I feel bad about it..."

Ran was so nice, was the thing. It wasn't like turning down a raunchy squire from back home or a leering bard from on the road.

"Noir only acts if somebody's gonna hurt me, and we're both pretty certain Ran will never do that. She kinda thinks his attempts at courtship were, um..." Oh, this would sound so insulting... "Funny? Because she knows how loyal I am and what my answer would be." Sorry Ran, you never had a chance to begin with. Maybe if she were single and you were a woman, but only then. The situation with Nadal was, uh...

Different. Poppy could only handle so many lovers, and knowing that Nadal could basically function if she ran into a streak of not much free time to spend with him went a long way in making this work.

"He doesn't have to be afraid of Noir, she won't hurt him."

sunnysojourn:

Nadal nodded and kept his expression flat, even when Poppy told him about how Noir was... basically making fun of the poor commoner over his crush. "<Noir only harms those who are a definitive threat, she says. Noir has determined that it is not in your desire to commit assault against Poppy. That is all that matters.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

Wow. Ran stroked his fingers over Soup's back thoughtfully.

"Si siofme coi ui diwhafup batobot ihk creolna nouhaia mrith wer tokeqwim di jacioniv thurirl, jaciv ui gethrisja vi sumf." Soup mused. Salmon laughed, bobbing on Ran's shoulder.

"Lemon, wux jalla visp jacioniv batobot!" Ran...was clearly missing something. He gave both ravens a pat.

[I'm not telling her that.] The response was in yet another language, and maybe four tongues on the table was a little too much. Undercommon could at least be understood by everyone but Poppy? Ran shook his head.

sunnysojourn:

Nadal leaned a bit more toward Poppy as he translated Ran's words to Common. "He claims he has gotten over his crush, if that helps you in any way. He is also worried that there was too much of a language barrier between the two of you, and I have offered to ask Vyth if he might stay and tutor Ran or help him practice."

To Ran, he added, "<If everything is well between you, might I ask a personal question? Just from me to you.>"

@themaryiestsuetoeversue:

"It makes me feel better that I didn't hurt his feelings, yes." Claims, though...poor guy. You'll find someone eventually, Ran!

"That's okay but make sure Vyth actually wants to stay, of his own free will." And then maybe they could come back in a month, see how the tutoring went... Heck, she should've been practicing Draconic somehow. "Learning Common will help him beyond being able to communicate with me, so if Vyth's up for it, I don't mind. This place isn't too dangerous for people like Vyth."

@vassarazorclaw:

Ran honestly wasn't looking. It just would have been nice. Poppy wouldn't have been an ideal partner, really, if he was pragmatic about it. What with her lust for travel and all. Enough of one to drag at least four others along with her it seemed. Though...maybe some of that was Noir.

This was nice, talking in his mother tongue. Though maybe he just thought that because Poppy and Nadal were talking at a hard to follow pace. Too many new words among familiar ones or ones he knew well.

sunnysojourn:

"If Vyth decides not to, then I'll do it," Nadal replied in Common. While that succinct response hung in the air, he turned his attention wholly on Ran, keeping his arms folded behind his straightened back.

"<There is this surface custom surrounding courtship... A...> date, " His face heated up and he found himself thankful for two things. First, Poppy couldn't see him blushing. Second, Poppy couldn't understand how awkward the lead up to this question was. "<Would you like to try that?>"

@vassarazorclaw:

A "date"? Ran blinked, tilting his head as Salmon tugged an errant leaf from his hair. Nadal wanted to spend time with him? Ran suppressed a giddy laugh.

<Okay!> Wait, no, cool it. <Okay!> Nailed it. Soup gave him a look, whispering in his head that maybe he shouldn't seem too over eager. Little late for that.

sunnysojourn:

Gods, if Ran wasn't like an excitable little puppy... So cute.

Nadal nodded and bowed his head slightly at the end of it. "<Wonderful. Do you have a preferred day...?>" His face felt warmer than before, and he found himself blinking down at the ground a lot. He did it. He initiated an encounter and got an affirmative response. An enthusiastic affirmative response.

"<Would tonight be too soon? I need to refresh myself on how that works.>"

@vassarazorclaw:

A day? Ran didn't have anything pressing matters on any day, really. He set Soup on his other shoulder, smoothing down her fathers. She huffed anyway. Salmon gave him a pat with his beak. <Any day is fine!>

Ran shook his head, grinning. <Tonight is good! I mean, if that's fine with you! It's fine with me!>

sunnysojourn:

Tonight. Tonight was good. Okay. Nadal could prepare for that within the day, he was sure. "<Could we meet here again? It should only be a few hours.>"

"Poppy. I think I have a date tonight." He still continued slow blinking. "I am going to need to look that custom up again."

@vassarazorclaw:

<Oh yes! I can be back here in a few hours easily.> That was enough time to wash up and look presentable. Check on his chickens and plants and maybe a few of the traps closer to home? How did you prepare for a date?

<I'll see you in a few hours then!> Ran waved, trotting off with the same quiet steps he'd entered with.

#vassarazorclaw #themaryiestsuetoeversue #THE NERD GOT A D8 #long post

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