DOLOHOV, monoceros iolite

[monoceros]

Nickname: Dorcy
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What can be found in a name:
Monoceros Iolite Dolohov
When the day I was born:
17/03/1958
The Angels screamed:
Iosif Vissarionovich Dolohov && Nikita Sergeyevich Khruschev
And Hell shut its doors:
m|s|6th||dolohov, antonin ____.
f|s|5th||dolohov, ____ ____.
While creatures retreated:
Black cat; Lemon, barn owl; Alba
To depths unknown:
Purer than pure

I hide from them:
library, dungeon's, home, grounds, forbidden forest, great hall
Be who they want to see:
Born with blonde hair and blue eyes, Iosif Dolohov was convinced that the new baby his wife was holding was not his own. No one in his family or hers, had blonde hair and blue eyes, however, over the next few days, her eyes became a form of hazel that he recognised from his own grandmother and uncle. Over those next few days, even Monoceros' hair became darker until she was three months old when it became a dark blonde with a lot of light brown, the same as his father's hair and eventually, a dark brown, just like his own.

Monoceros grew up an ugly looking sort of child until one day, she was asked out at school by a boy. It was from then on that Monoceros started taking more care of her appearance. For the first time in years, the young girl actually looked at her face properly and realised how beautiful she had become. Hazel eyes, luscious, thick hair with incredible colours through it, olive skin and a nose her face had eventually grown into.

Having always been teased by her younger brother and sister for being ugly when she was younger, Monoceros grew to have low self-esteem, never pulling out her mothers make-up and trying it all on, never being interested in clothes, or shoes, or handbags, or any other kind of accessories. Monoceros grew up being a very plain girl to look at, until recently when she started buying make-up on the quiet and secretly trying different looks with a mirror, just sat on her bed. She's even tried plucking her eyebrows so they're not as thick and unattractive and, s much as it hurt, she's very leased with the outcome.

A couple things about Monoceros that have never changed are her weight and her height, sure, she's obviously grown and got heavier, but she's always been tall for her age and always been slim and light. She stands at five foot nine and a half, taller than most other girls in her year and the school, and weighs about 110 lbs. She's never been a particularly big eater, but she's no way anorexic or bulimic. She likes food and, some how, just keeps her slime figure no matter what.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Bron to the pure blood family of Dolohov, Monoceros is a pure blood elitist that does get on well with other pure bloods. However, other pure bloods at school tend to look down on her as she is not in the house of Slytherin, nor the semi-acceptable house of Ravenclaw. No, she became a Hufflepuff. For a pure blood elitist to be placed in Hufflepuff just seems insane to most that are ignorant of just how compassionate some pure blood elitists can actually be.

Not being fair or accepting of those without pure blood doesn't really make Monoceros the ideal candidate for Hufflepuff, however, she shows a certain sort of compassion to any blood type that comes her way if they are in a certain condition purely because of what she saw her mother go through when she was younger - miscariages, still births and S.I.D's. Witnessing her mother and father going through all of these while she was growing up, had a profound affect on Monoceros. Losing so many brothers and sisters and her mother and father losing so many son's and daughters was difficult for the family, especially Monoceros as she was at the age where she could remember them all, and her mothers reactions. To be expecting a baby, a new brother or sister, a new son or daughter, and then to miscarriage was hard. To go to full term, to give birth to the infant only to find out it's dead, was worse. What was even harder for all of them was to be pregnant, to have the child be born and have nothing wrong with it, to give it cuddles and kisses, a name and to love it as much as anyone could, to have a miracle in your life and then not. To watch your brother and sisters be put to sleep, to go to sleep, and then wake up to them no longer breathing, to your mother crying, was hell.

Not only was Monoceros placed in Hufflepuff because of her compassion toward pregnant women and those who had just lost babies, but because ever since she could remember, she wanted to be a healer on a maternity ward and a psychiatrist of sorts to help and she had the drive to do it, she was a hard worker at what she wanted to do and that was valued by Hufflepuff apparently and the sorting hat seemed to think Hufflepuff was the best place for her. She was not all around smart like Ravenclaw's tended to be and she had a compassion and experience Ravenclaw's and Slytherin's tended not to know of, so the sorting hat placed her in Hufflepuff, hoping she would grow there, be able to accomplish what she wanted, and Monoceros was confident enough in herself to push herself to achieve what it is she wants. She's a very determined teen.

All this doesn't mean Monoceros has a perfect personality though, not by a long shot. She still prefers to keep the company of pure bloods and thinks half bloods, mudbloods, traitors and muggles should eventually be destroyed or enslaved by pure bloods, such as herself and her family and her future family she wants to achieve. Monoceros wants a rich husband that loves her though she probably wont love him and she wants to have a child of her own. Just one. A son.

as well as all this, Monoceros can be rude, snappy, demanding and can quite easily lose her temper. She's good with a wand, excelling in Charms, knowing more than the majority of the staff. She studies hard in her chosen area's to achieve nothing but the best grades possible and was even made a Prefect in her fifth year, giving her father something to be proud of. Monoceros figures Professor Dumbledore temporarily went mental or possible thinks she's a pure blood that will change her views if pointed in the right direction, if she calms herself down with all the hexing of mudbloods and blood traitors. He obviously assumed she had a heart and that he might be able to convince her to do what's 'right', though her family brought her up the proper way and she would never denounce that. She looks up to her father too much, wants him to be proud of her, though he only ever really shows an interest in Antonin. But still, like all pure bloods, Monoceros is obsessed with only three things; money, pure blood and even more money.
This soulless being:
.money.
.pure blood.
.darkness.
.swimming.
.father.
Is just as lost:
.siblings.
.hufflepuffs and gryffindors.
.being disturbed.
.mudbloods, blood traitors, half bloods and muggles.
.death.
As everyone else:
.advanced charms.
.duelling.
.saving money.
.transfiguration.
.non verbal spells.
In a world that knows only hate:
.father.
.swimming.
.running.
.physical fighting.
.chocolate.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
.monoceros doesn't mind being a hufflepuff as much as she makes out.
.monoceros wants to be really girly but just doesn't know how to do it.

They left me to die:
deceased
On a bed of roses:
disowned uncle (married muggle born and has 7 children, her disowned cousins)
2 uncles (both married)
5 female cousins to eldest uncle
1 female cousin to youngest uncle
lots of second cousins etc.
Blood seeping through:
So pure that they're all pretty much incestuous and there are a lot of problems with the children born into the Dolohov family, weak sperm and weak eggs all the way down the line, only getting worse with each pure blooded generation.
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich like a bitch
What a bitter story of love:
Monoceros Iolite Dolohov was born the very first child for Iosif and Nikita Dolohov. Being born into such a wealthy family, Monoceros was spoilt, given anything she wanted when she was growing up, learning that she was the purist of pure and that her family were from a long line of pure blooded witches and wizards that had always associated with the greatest dark wizards that had ever existed in both Britain and Russia. What was not quite so well known was that because they were so insanely pure, that because her parents were pretty much mutations as their bloodline only ever married other pure blooded bloodlines, giving their children pretty much identical DNA and making them all weak physically.

Born Monday the 17th of March, 1958 at 12pm exactly, Monoceros Iolite Dolohov was born with blonde hair and blue eyes. Blue eyes that eventually turned hazel and blonde hair that eventually turned brown. She was the first pregnancy for Iosif and Nikita but she was not the last, and neither were her two siblings that were born a year and two years after her.

After Monoceros was born, Nikita fell pregnant almost straight away and as soon as they found out she was pregnant, she lost the foetus. Nikita soon fell pregnant again and had Antonin and then once more she was pregnant and had a daughter. After that, everything got worse for the Dolohov family. Monoceros was three when her fourth sibling was born, a boy, Veniamin Iosifevich Dolohov, but he died at aged six months in his cot. It was found that his lungs were extremely weak and had caved in. This was the first time Monoceros had been exposed to death and could remember it.

Once Veniamin had passed away and Monoceros was another year older, there were four more miscarriages. Her father had an heir and he wanted his spare. Girls were not good enough, the could not continue the proud and pure blooded name of Dolohov. Sure they would all get something when their parents passed, but her father wanted to make sure that his surname would continue. This left Monoceros feeling a little unwanted and so she always tried to win her father's wavering affections while at the same time, trying to comfort her mother over the losses of her children. Not only did she miscarry four infants but she carried two to full term, only to have them born still and gave birth to twin girls who later died in their cots, the same way as Veniamin.

After the death of the twins, Monoceros decided she wanted to help people like her mother. She was eight years old and couldn't do anything now, but she would be able to one day. One day when she was all grown up, she would be able to help mothers who had lost their babies to cope, she'd also be able to help mothers through their pregnancies and look after the babies after. It was something she wanted to do for her mother, for her lost siblings and for herself. Every year there had been more than one pregnancy from her mother and every year there had been deaths. Babies didn't deserve to die. No baby.

Growing up, never really spending much time with her brother or her sister, Monoceros used to read books on pregnancies and charms, usually healing charms. She'd even use her mums wand to practice on her teddies, and then on real animals, one's she'd catch and injure so she could practice the charms but soon the time came for Monoceros to go to Hogwarts. It was there she'd become the biggest disappointment to her father. She'd become a Hufflepuff.

The years passed by and Monoceros tried to talk to her father, sending him owls every month and trying to get the highest grades she could so he would be proud of her. She even boasted about the half blood she'd pushed down the stairs, the mudblood she'd hexed repeatedly until he passed out. Anything she could do to try and get the positive attention of her father, she would do, though her father never wrote back.

At the end of her fourth year, Monoceros gave up writing to her father, telling him her grades, boasting about those that she'd hurt for not being the type her family liked. She'd discovered it was pointless, so when she got home from school for the summer holidays, she barely spoke to her father, barely looked him in the eye until the list for the school books arrived along with a little something else, a Prefects badge. Monoceros showed her mother who was proud and left somewhat crazy after all her losses, and then she went to inform her father. The reaction she got was more than she could ever have hoped for. He looked at the badge, looked at her, nodded and then walked out.

The next day Monoceros took her brother and sister to Diagon Alley to do their shopping. When they all got home, Monoceros had a large box waiting for her on her bed. She opened it up as fast as she could and found inside a little black kitten, curled up in the corner fast asleep. She knew at once it was rom her father because the tag on it had been left blank. She grabbed the kitten, hurried to her father's office and barged in without knocking. She gave her father the biggest hug she'd ever given him and managed, somehow, to splutter out a thank you. He'd hugged her back and broken the hug almost as quickly before dismissing her from his office.

Now Monoceros is seventeen years old and has had a pretty quiet time at Hogwarts. She tends to keep to herself and has a small group of friends that she talks to from time to time. Unlike them though, she is not as girly. She's the fashion misfit that they tend to want to get away from when a hot guy walks past, but Monoceros doesn't mind too much. She would do the same if she was them and the truth was, she preferred being on her own.

The sun was apparently shining, birds were apparently singing and children were probably outside laughing. Just the mere thought sickened Monnie. Why did everything have to be so bright and loud? Why did the first years have to be so damn excited about coming to Hogwarts? Monnie just didn't get it. It was school, they were going to have to do school work and then extra school work in their free time. There was nothing to be excited about. Monnie was really starting to lose it with everyone, but it would be over in just a few months, they would all calm down soon enough. Well, it just wasn't soon enough for Monnie's liking, she'd probably end up hexing someone before the day was out. Hogwarts was far too overrated.

Being sat in the common room, book bag at her side, reading, Monnie found it all somewhat relaxing. There was barely anyone in there and the break wasn't going to be for a little longer so she had more time to read. For a small moment though, she wallowed over the possibility of having gone to the private school her father had suggested in Russia. Monnie didn't know any Russian but apparently, they all spoke English. It was a better education and more in depth with the Dark Arts, though that hadn't been what Monnie had wanted to study so she had put her foot down and demanded to go to Hogwarts, and of course, she had gotten her own way. Unfortunately.

Before she knew it, Monnie found the common room being invaded by short little midgets making one hell of a noise, and to make things worse, another group of midgets, even larger than the first lot, came in making even more noise and causing Monnie to lose her concentration. If there weren't so many of them and if she weren't a prefect, she would have cursed their arses, as it was, she did not want to lose her Prefect's badge and she wanted to be left in silence, so grabbing her book bag, Monnie made her way to somewhere she knew would be quiet.

Making her way into the library, Monnie was half expecting to see a whole heap of people there, but there wasn't. She headed down the isles of books, getting to the place she usually liked to sit, at the back, to the right, against a wall, surrounded by books. Not a single person. Huh. It was very unusual. Usually it was bare at the beginning of the school year, but this was deserted. For a moment Monnie wondered if the place was closed, but she quickly dismissed that idea/ If it was closed, she wouldn't have been able to get in and she would have seen a sign out the front. She was an observant girl. And yet something didn't feel right. Not even the librarian was around and that was most unusual, but Monnie didn't mind, in fact, this was perfect. It was just her and the books.

Placing her bag on the table, Monnie pulled out her books, a diary and a quill with ink. She cracked open the book she had been reading in the common room and re-read the last paragraph. It was fine, however, when she moved on to the next paragraph, her mind went blank. She was reading the words but for some reason, her mind refused to absorb the words. She re-read the first line of the new paragraph over and over again, but nothing. She looked away and couldn't even remember the first word. It was the fault of the stupid brats that had come into the common room and broken her concentration. Now she was angry. If they hadn't have come in, she could still be sat in the common room, reading her book, undisturbed. Monnie slammed her book shut and threw it against the opposite wall with a scream. She hated Hufflepuff's.

[.going down in flames.]