- Messages
- 134
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- Willow 15" Essense of Belladonna and Serpent's Fang
- Age
- 7/2010
So, Durmstrang wasn't that big of a deal for Raven Mirayinov, whom was working on changing her horrible first name permanently to Raven. It was her seventh year and she still never kissed a boy, never liked a boy, and some wondered what was wrong with her. As beautiful as she was, she was deadly, with a wand and with accuracy she could curse someone into the next week. She was just as deadly to some as she was to others. Her beautiful face was just flawless, but there was that coldness about her that just radiated from her skin. Green eyes sparkled with endurance as she approached the apartment that she stayed in, in Germany while she was on a break from Durmstrang. Once she fiddled with the keys, she opened the front door of her apartment on the third floor, and she gazed around the flat. One could tell that it was definitely Raven's apartment. Her father bought it for her, and it was scattered with many paintings and other art supplies. Scattered around the house, over the furniture draped with plastic to keep the paint from ruining it. Great to be home, for a little while that is... thought the blonde for a moment before throwing her things to the side of the couch, and her green eyes washed over the scenery, before she wondered what she was going to do in here.
Raven combed her hair with her fingers before sitting on a stool, and brushing her legs that were covered with black leggings, her gray shirt long enough to cover her mid thighs, and then there was that black vest that was just very stylish in the muggle world. She liked both styles, so she did not mind it. Raven took off her heels and she rubbed lotion on her feet as well as massage them. Her door was barely open, but once she glanced up, a smile crossed her face. Raven rarely showed much emotion at all, and being known at Durmstrang as the 'Girl with No Feelings' it was rare to even see something like this on her face. She wondered what she was doing here. But her green eyes dimmed a bit, when she could see the conflicted emotions. Raven wanted to open her arms and just embrace the brunette. "Kalli, what is wrong?" murmured Raven with her Bulgarian accented voice. She jumped up from her stool, and she hoped that there was nothing seriously wrong. This girl was one of the only girls that knew of her love for art. Both of the girls had some harsh families, Raven had a male run on her father's side, and a female run on her mother's that was now deceased. She was entirely conflicted, her father being the Mighty Patriarch, and her mother being a Matriarch. It was obvious that she was destined for leadership, but many times Raven backed down from any seat of power. She did not want it, need it, she wanted to be on her own and wanted to paint the world.
Raven combed her hair with her fingers before sitting on a stool, and brushing her legs that were covered with black leggings, her gray shirt long enough to cover her mid thighs, and then there was that black vest that was just very stylish in the muggle world. She liked both styles, so she did not mind it. Raven took off her heels and she rubbed lotion on her feet as well as massage them. Her door was barely open, but once she glanced up, a smile crossed her face. Raven rarely showed much emotion at all, and being known at Durmstrang as the 'Girl with No Feelings' it was rare to even see something like this on her face. She wondered what she was doing here. But her green eyes dimmed a bit, when she could see the conflicted emotions. Raven wanted to open her arms and just embrace the brunette. "Kalli, what is wrong?" murmured Raven with her Bulgarian accented voice. She jumped up from her stool, and she hoped that there was nothing seriously wrong. This girl was one of the only girls that knew of her love for art. Both of the girls had some harsh families, Raven had a male run on her father's side, and a female run on her mother's that was now deceased. She was entirely conflicted, her father being the Mighty Patriarch, and her mother being a Matriarch. It was obvious that she was destined for leadership, but many times Raven backed down from any seat of power. She did not want it, need it, she wanted to be on her own and wanted to paint the world.