Samantha Thatch
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{B a s i c s}
[Name:]
Samantha ("Sam") Stella Thatch
[School Attended/Attending:]
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
[(If Hogwarts) House:]
Gryffindor (Oh, yes. Be jealous. ^^)
[Blood Status:]
Half-Blood.
[A p p e a r a n c e}
[Hair (color, length etc.):]
Her hair is a dark brown. It's barely shoulder length, as it sweeps past her shoulders by an inch. It flips out slightly, almost naturally. It's almost always characteristically messy. She has side bangs that sweep across her forehead and sometimes get in her eyes. Although they're annoying, she keeps them there - and for a good reason.
[Eyes (color, interesting feature/shape about them etc.):]
They're a bright, shocking blue. Whenever she glares at someone it looks as though she's piercing right through them.
[Height:]
5"3.
[Other Interesting Features:]
She's short (obviously), but doesn't like to admit it. She's quite muscular, even though you can't tell from first appearances, but small, almost fragile looking. She's rather sure footed and a very quick runner. She has quite the knack for Chasing in Quidditch, but hasn't explored that concept of the Wizarding World quite yet. She has a long, thin, bone white scar stretching across her forehead. It's kind of hard to miss, if you catch my drift.
[Personality:]
At first, Sam is seen as quiet, reclusive and somewhat a loner, and for quite a good reason. But, once she comes out of her shell (which isn't very often), she has a dry sense of humor, loves to laugh, has a short temper, is extremely stubborn, is a total toughie, and can be brave to the point of stupidity at times. If you call her short, youre definitely in for a good, long beating. Shes very feisty, as well, you see. ^^
{O t h e r}
[Patronus (If any):]
Pending.
[Boggart:]
The Dark Mark.
[Greatest Dream:]
To become an Auror and stop whatever Dark Wizarding activity there is out there.
[Abilities/Talents:]
She has the uncanny ability to almost stare right through someone, and will do anything and everything when she puts her usually undedicated mind the the task. Although she doesn't know it, she has quite the knack for Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
[Quidditch:]
She hasn't quite gotten into Quidditch, but could be a very accomplished Chaser if she put more effort into it.
[Wand:]
Her wand is 12" long, made of elm wood (very feisty), and has a single phoenix feather inside.
{I n s i d e . S a m}
[History:]
Sam's story is a long, confusing tale when first delved into. If you don't know all the specific details (only several, unknown Death Eaters do), you may find yourself wallowing into the depths of a story that has no proper ending. However, I'm the bloody author and creator this girl, so I decide what goes. So I decide that you're not going to know everything...not yet, anyway. ^^
Before our little character was spawned into existence, there were two people - one girl, and one boy. One was magical. The other wasn't. But, they immediately fell in love. Stella, the Slytherin born witch who, to her family's great dismay, was sorted into Gryffindor House, disregarded her relatives' violent protests, and married the man, who was in full awareness of her special "abilities."
They bore a daughter named Samantha. She was the spitting image of her mother, but only very muscular like her father, and extremely adventurous, like the two of them combined. Unfortunately, Stella died in child birth, leaving Blake with the responsiblity of raising their child. He had to keep a close eye on their daughter, lest she get into anything that wasn't meant for her to get into (for instance, she got into a cabinet of spices and condiments, and...well, I'll let you use your imaginations. ^^). Things were quiet and well for a time. However, Blake were uneasy. What would Stella's family say of them having a child together?
It was much worse than they thought.
The Slytherin family was enraged. Their family tree was forever tainted by their daughter's foolish decisions. In rash anger and rage, they, being well connected, sent Death Eater hoarde after Death Eater hoarde to eliminate Samantha and, if they could, the father. Blake, realizing the innevitable, packed up his things, and, with little Samantha in tow, set out to protect his daughter and last link to his wife from her family.
They traveled for years on end throughout England, never staying in one place for very long before packing up again. Sam never questioned it. Being so young when the traveling had begun, it was simply her way of life. She never questioned why they moved around so much. She did, however, wonder where her mother was. All the other children on the streets where they stayed had mothers of their own, other siblings even. Why was she so different? Because she never really made friends, as they moved so often, her father got her into books. Fiction was her favorite genre. She and her father would pretend to be pirates and knights, slaying dragons and defeating evil lords, leaping from the counter tops and couches. Books were her best friend.
Then, one day, everything changed.
Sam was ten years old, only a year away from becoming accepted at Hogwarts school, even though her magical abilities would remain hidden for several more months. After much persuasion, she was allowed to leave the house to go the library to get some new books. She was walking back from the library, skipping through "The Lord of the Flies" when she saw it - them.
They came out of seemingly no where, Apparating through the darkness of the night, and converging on the little house. Sam quickly hid behind a bush, not afraid, but only wanting to know what was going on, who these people were. They reached into their robes almost all simultaneously, and pulled out long, thin, twigs. Her eyes narrowed. Drumsticks? What were they doing?!
One cloaked figure pointed his drumstick at the door handle. There was a flash of bright light, and, suddenly, the door was open. Her eyes opened wide, amazed. Was that...magic?
They entered the house. There was a moment's pause. Suddenly, the sound of crashing china broke through the air, followed by ear shattering screams - her father's screams. Panicked, Sam dropped her books, and quickly started to sprint towards the house. She had to see what was going on.
She burst into the house, sprinted down the hallway, and then turned into the sitting room. She froze. Her father was writhing on the ground, screaming in complete agony. One man was pointing his drumstick - no, his wand - at Blake. It as obviously the source of the pain. Sam suddenly blurted out, "Dad!"
The pain stopped. Blake lay there, panting on the ground. The Death Eaters turned to stare at her. One began to chuckle darkly, rolling up the sleeves of his black cloak. Sam's eyes widened, and she back up slightly, but she didn't run. She looked at Blake again.
"Dad!"
Suddnely, Blake was looking at her, his eyes wide and terrified, his face sweaty and pain-stricken.
"Sam!"
The dark figures advanced upon her.
"Sam, run!"
One figure flashed his wand upward. She felt a sharp pain slice open her forehead, follwed quickly by a harsh pressure to her stomach. She flew backwards, hitting the opposite wall, blood oozing from her forehead.
"Sam! SAM! RUN!"
But, it was too late. Before she knew it, she was on the ground, screaming. Knives stabbed at every part of her body. The pain was so unbearable, she would surely break from it. She couldn't take it anymore...
And, suddenly, the pain was gone. She looked up quickly, despite the pain wracking her every body part. Her father had stood up and tackled the man. Sam quickly sat up, trembling with fear and shock. Her gray eyes met his hazel ones for the last time.
"RUN!"
And, so, she ran. She ran as far as she could run. She ran until her legs gave out. Even then, she couldn't escape the images that tortured her mind - the blood, the pain...her father...
She finally collapsed under a oak tree, panting heavily, dizzy from her blood loss. And she looked behind her. She would never forget what she saw there, glowing there in the sky.
The Dark Mark.
Death.
They found her the next morning, near death from blood loss, dirty, tattered, and tired. She wouldn't tell them who she was, or who her father was. She was sent to the hospital, and then, to the orphanage, where she remains to this day. Still, no matter how long she runs, no matter where she ends up, even now, at Hogwarts New Zealand, she can never forget what happened that night. She'll never ever read the "Lord of the Flies."
She'll never forget what she saw under the oak tree.
[Family:]
[Blake Thomas Smith:]
Samantha's Muggle father, who kept her company and kept her safe from the Death Eater groups sent by the Black family to get rid of the "impurity" on their family tree. He was brave, very kind, and extremely determined. He's the reason that Sam was kept alive for so long - before he was murdered, however.
[Stella Thirrin Black:]
Samantha's Slytherin born, Gryffindor sorted witch of a mother who died in child birth - this is still debatable, as her family was so determined to kill Samantha and Blake, they may have killed one of their own.
[Home:]
Sam never really had a childhood home, seeing as they were moving around so much that they never stayed in the same place for more than four months. But, now, she lives in an orphanage in London, England.
{S a m ' s . G a l l e r y}
Coming soon...
[Name:]
Samantha ("Sam") Stella Thatch
[School Attended/Attending:]
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
[(If Hogwarts) House:]
Gryffindor (Oh, yes. Be jealous. ^^)
[Blood Status:]
Half-Blood.
[A p p e a r a n c e}
[Hair (color, length etc.):]
Her hair is a dark brown. It's barely shoulder length, as it sweeps past her shoulders by an inch. It flips out slightly, almost naturally. It's almost always characteristically messy. She has side bangs that sweep across her forehead and sometimes get in her eyes. Although they're annoying, she keeps them there - and for a good reason.
[Eyes (color, interesting feature/shape about them etc.):]
They're a bright, shocking blue. Whenever she glares at someone it looks as though she's piercing right through them.
[Height:]
5"3.
[Other Interesting Features:]
She's short (obviously), but doesn't like to admit it. She's quite muscular, even though you can't tell from first appearances, but small, almost fragile looking. She's rather sure footed and a very quick runner. She has quite the knack for Chasing in Quidditch, but hasn't explored that concept of the Wizarding World quite yet. She has a long, thin, bone white scar stretching across her forehead. It's kind of hard to miss, if you catch my drift.
[Personality:]
At first, Sam is seen as quiet, reclusive and somewhat a loner, and for quite a good reason. But, once she comes out of her shell (which isn't very often), she has a dry sense of humor, loves to laugh, has a short temper, is extremely stubborn, is a total toughie, and can be brave to the point of stupidity at times. If you call her short, youre definitely in for a good, long beating. Shes very feisty, as well, you see. ^^
{O t h e r}
[Patronus (If any):]
Pending.
[Boggart:]
The Dark Mark.
[Greatest Dream:]
To become an Auror and stop whatever Dark Wizarding activity there is out there.
[Abilities/Talents:]
She has the uncanny ability to almost stare right through someone, and will do anything and everything when she puts her usually undedicated mind the the task. Although she doesn't know it, she has quite the knack for Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
[Quidditch:]
She hasn't quite gotten into Quidditch, but could be a very accomplished Chaser if she put more effort into it.
[Wand:]
Her wand is 12" long, made of elm wood (very feisty), and has a single phoenix feather inside.
{I n s i d e . S a m}
[History:]
Sam's story is a long, confusing tale when first delved into. If you don't know all the specific details (only several, unknown Death Eaters do), you may find yourself wallowing into the depths of a story that has no proper ending. However, I'm the bloody author and creator this girl, so I decide what goes. So I decide that you're not going to know everything...not yet, anyway. ^^
Before our little character was spawned into existence, there were two people - one girl, and one boy. One was magical. The other wasn't. But, they immediately fell in love. Stella, the Slytherin born witch who, to her family's great dismay, was sorted into Gryffindor House, disregarded her relatives' violent protests, and married the man, who was in full awareness of her special "abilities."
They bore a daughter named Samantha. She was the spitting image of her mother, but only very muscular like her father, and extremely adventurous, like the two of them combined. Unfortunately, Stella died in child birth, leaving Blake with the responsiblity of raising their child. He had to keep a close eye on their daughter, lest she get into anything that wasn't meant for her to get into (for instance, she got into a cabinet of spices and condiments, and...well, I'll let you use your imaginations. ^^). Things were quiet and well for a time. However, Blake were uneasy. What would Stella's family say of them having a child together?
It was much worse than they thought.
The Slytherin family was enraged. Their family tree was forever tainted by their daughter's foolish decisions. In rash anger and rage, they, being well connected, sent Death Eater hoarde after Death Eater hoarde to eliminate Samantha and, if they could, the father. Blake, realizing the innevitable, packed up his things, and, with little Samantha in tow, set out to protect his daughter and last link to his wife from her family.
They traveled for years on end throughout England, never staying in one place for very long before packing up again. Sam never questioned it. Being so young when the traveling had begun, it was simply her way of life. She never questioned why they moved around so much. She did, however, wonder where her mother was. All the other children on the streets where they stayed had mothers of their own, other siblings even. Why was she so different? Because she never really made friends, as they moved so often, her father got her into books. Fiction was her favorite genre. She and her father would pretend to be pirates and knights, slaying dragons and defeating evil lords, leaping from the counter tops and couches. Books were her best friend.
Then, one day, everything changed.
Sam was ten years old, only a year away from becoming accepted at Hogwarts school, even though her magical abilities would remain hidden for several more months. After much persuasion, she was allowed to leave the house to go the library to get some new books. She was walking back from the library, skipping through "The Lord of the Flies" when she saw it - them.
They came out of seemingly no where, Apparating through the darkness of the night, and converging on the little house. Sam quickly hid behind a bush, not afraid, but only wanting to know what was going on, who these people were. They reached into their robes almost all simultaneously, and pulled out long, thin, twigs. Her eyes narrowed. Drumsticks? What were they doing?!
One cloaked figure pointed his drumstick at the door handle. There was a flash of bright light, and, suddenly, the door was open. Her eyes opened wide, amazed. Was that...magic?
They entered the house. There was a moment's pause. Suddenly, the sound of crashing china broke through the air, followed by ear shattering screams - her father's screams. Panicked, Sam dropped her books, and quickly started to sprint towards the house. She had to see what was going on.
She burst into the house, sprinted down the hallway, and then turned into the sitting room. She froze. Her father was writhing on the ground, screaming in complete agony. One man was pointing his drumstick - no, his wand - at Blake. It as obviously the source of the pain. Sam suddenly blurted out, "Dad!"
The pain stopped. Blake lay there, panting on the ground. The Death Eaters turned to stare at her. One began to chuckle darkly, rolling up the sleeves of his black cloak. Sam's eyes widened, and she back up slightly, but she didn't run. She looked at Blake again.
"Dad!"
Suddnely, Blake was looking at her, his eyes wide and terrified, his face sweaty and pain-stricken.
"Sam!"
The dark figures advanced upon her.
"Sam, run!"
One figure flashed his wand upward. She felt a sharp pain slice open her forehead, follwed quickly by a harsh pressure to her stomach. She flew backwards, hitting the opposite wall, blood oozing from her forehead.
"Sam! SAM! RUN!"
But, it was too late. Before she knew it, she was on the ground, screaming. Knives stabbed at every part of her body. The pain was so unbearable, she would surely break from it. She couldn't take it anymore...
And, suddenly, the pain was gone. She looked up quickly, despite the pain wracking her every body part. Her father had stood up and tackled the man. Sam quickly sat up, trembling with fear and shock. Her gray eyes met his hazel ones for the last time.
"RUN!"
And, so, she ran. She ran as far as she could run. She ran until her legs gave out. Even then, she couldn't escape the images that tortured her mind - the blood, the pain...her father...
She finally collapsed under a oak tree, panting heavily, dizzy from her blood loss. And she looked behind her. She would never forget what she saw there, glowing there in the sky.
The Dark Mark.
Death.
They found her the next morning, near death from blood loss, dirty, tattered, and tired. She wouldn't tell them who she was, or who her father was. She was sent to the hospital, and then, to the orphanage, where she remains to this day. Still, no matter how long she runs, no matter where she ends up, even now, at Hogwarts New Zealand, she can never forget what happened that night. She'll never ever read the "Lord of the Flies."
She'll never forget what she saw under the oak tree.
[Family:]
[Blake Thomas Smith:]
Samantha's Muggle father, who kept her company and kept her safe from the Death Eater groups sent by the Black family to get rid of the "impurity" on their family tree. He was brave, very kind, and extremely determined. He's the reason that Sam was kept alive for so long - before he was murdered, however.
[Stella Thirrin Black:]
Samantha's Slytherin born, Gryffindor sorted witch of a mother who died in child birth - this is still debatable, as her family was so determined to kill Samantha and Blake, they may have killed one of their own.
[Home:]
Sam never really had a childhood home, seeing as they were moving around so much that they never stayed in the same place for more than four months. But, now, she lives in an orphanage in London, England.
{S a m ' s . G a l l e r y}
Coming soon...