SILVANUS, nerina letha

[nerina]

Nickname: Lizzie or just Liz
How You Found Us: Meg (Kane & Rena) -- she told me 'bout it
Contact Via: Pm please or if it is a must email but I prefer PM

What can be found in a name:
Nerina Letha Silvanus
When the day I was born:
November 5th 1957
The Angels screamed:
•• Romulus Elazar Silvanus - Father/Fourty Five/Pureblood
•• Natasia Jane Lyndell (née Lyon) - Mother/Fourty Two/Muggle
•• Richard James Lyndell - Step Father/Fourty Seven/Muggle

•• Dimitri Lucifer Silvanus - Brother/Triplet/Eighteen/Slytherin
•• Lazarus Socrates Silvanus - Brother/Triplet/Eighteen/Slytherin

•• Hadrian Rourke Lyndell - Half Brother/Twelve/Muggle
And Hell shut its doors:
None
While creatures retreated:
Halfblood
To depths unknown:
Slytherin Seventh Year

I hide from them:
Nerina doesn't have favourite places to hang out, provided that she is with her brothers it is a decent enough place to her. She never frequents a place too much lest someone think it becomes a habit and annoys her.
Be who they want to see:
Nerina is a lot like her brothers in appearance with dark hair and eyes that seem to give her a constantly haunted look. She has the appearance of a person who has just escaped from a mental institution with a shallow but haunted look in her eyes that makes her seem empty and slightly soulless. She has several scars that litter her wrists but they are mostly covered and the general population has no idea that they are there, not unless they are fortunate enough to get close to the girl. Despite her lack of adventures in the sunlight she has a naturally tanned skin that comes from her father's side of the family, she assumes, as her mother is as pale as new fallen snow. She is not tall, only standing around 5'5", and often towered over by her brothers, even her half brother has a couple of inches on her. She is slender, built similarly to her mother with a petite frame that makes others underestimate her severely. As far as additions to her body goes she has her nose and tongue pierced (both dares when she was rather intoxicated at her seventeenth birthday party) and she has a tattoo that loops from her ribcage (on her right side) down to just below the hip line on her pants. This is of a series of vines with a black rose that is just visible above the hem of her pants if she stretches and has her brothers names repeated over and over forming twin leaves on either side.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Nerina is what some people would call slightly maddened. She has this air about her that screams ditzy but dangerous and she just reinforces this each time that she speaks. Her answers are not ones that you would expect from a Slytherin or a sane person but this is all part of her facade and many have been fooled by it and fallen into her web. Nerina is, in fact, a rather intelligent and cunning young woman with a manipulative streak a mile wide. She knows how to get what she wants and she is not afraid to step on others in order to do it. The best way to do that? Let the other person think they are calling the shots and then pull the rug out from under their feet, metaphorically of course. She is, in essence, a bit of a con artist and her brothers are the only two who know the game. Get close enough to her, however, and you see the woman behind the mask. Nerina is manipulative, sly and above all else, sadistic. To her the thought of torture and pain comes just as easily as talking about what to serve for Sunday lunch at a family reunion. She is a secretive person who does not trust easily and is over observant to the point that she will search for the weaknesses in others and try to use it against them later. Around her brothers she is a different person, however. When the triplets are alone she is a caring person who is often seen laughing and smiling and she lets her guard down. This comes from the protective and safe feeling that she has with them, something she has with no-one else.
This soulless being:
•• the idea of torture and pain (though strangely enough she hasn't done it as much as one would think)
•• fooling people into believing the mask she hides behind and keeping people guessing
•• games, toying with people
•• blood - the smell, the feel of it, the look (i did mention she is a little sadistic, right?)
•• her brothers - they are the only two she can say she genuinely loves, at least at this point in time
Is just as lost:
•• being stared at - she hates people looking at her in odd ways, it makes her feel like they are reading through her facade and makes her skin crawl
•• bugs and anything with more than four legs - it creeps her out and is the only way to make her scream
•• large beds of water (lakes, oceans, etc) - stems from her childhood
•• talking about her past - she would rather forget it than be forced to relive it
•• being asked questions - whether they be stupid questions that require a stupid answer or questions about her scars, anything she cannot stand it
As everyone else:
•• manipulation - it is her ultimate strength and she is good at it
•• acting - placing on a mask to prevent others from seeing the real her
•• fighting - she is a rather talented fighter as far as muggle means are concerned, though one would not think it with her physique
•• healing - she has had to learn basic healing over the years and she has become quite talented at it, to the point that she is often playing nursemaid to her brothers.
•• writing/speaking - Nerina is extremely talented with words, she knows how to manipulate them to give off the desired effect. She is a good public speaker and has often been told she would make an excellent politician.
In a world that knows only hate:
•• she gets an "itch" to hurt those who have hurt her and it often leaves her having to convince others that the momentary slip was "not her in her right mind"
•• her brothers - they are everything to her and the only way to get to her is to go through them
•• water - she cannot stand large bodies of water, it scares her
•• she bottles up her emotions to the point that she cracks either by attacking someone physically or harming herself
•• as much as she would hate to admit it bringing up her past is a sore point and is the ultimate way to break her defenses
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
•• she is afraid of dying by drowning
•• her attitude is a facade, a mask used to cope with her past and to gain some control
•• she plays people to feel power over them, the power that was taken from her as a child

They left me to die:
•• Rupert Kingsley Lyon - Grandfather/Eighty Seven
•• Agatha "Aggie" May Lyon (née Giles) - Grandmother/Eighty Nine

•• Kingsley Robert Lyon - Uncle/Fourty Six
•• Rebecca Doris Lyon (née Jackson-Dawes) - Aunt/Fourty Four
•• Anabelle Marie Lyon - Cousin/Twenty
•• Robert James Lyon - Cousin/Sixteen
On a bed of roses:
She does not know who her father's family is, nor does she know anything of her father besides his name.
Blood seeping through:
There is a history of incest within the family that extends beyond the normal pureblood style inbreeding. Nerina cannot be sure that her grandparents are who they are suppose to be.
The satin sheets of fame:
Well off but lacking decent accomodation
What a bitter story of love:
Nerina was born the only daughter and the youngest child in a set of triplets. Her father left when she was merely a few hours old and she would learn nothing about him besides a name and his last location, though she never tried to search him out. She grew up without a stable home and lacking the normal childhood that one would have. Her mother was once a wealthy woman but had squandered her money on cheep thrills such as muggle drugs, alcohol and other such things. From the time that the triplets were four their memory of their mother had been tainted into the one they now have - an abusive drunk who spent her nights at a strip bar just to pay for the food (which none of the three rarely saw anyway). It was shortly before she turned five that her mother arrived home in a drunken stupor and apparently married to the man she had brought with her, a former client that she had taken a liking to. The man was rather wealthy and the children believed that things would finally be picking up for them, they were far from wrong. A little over a year later their mother gave birth to another son and the triplets were simply forgotten mistakes, left to support themselves in any way that they knew how and this meant banding together to survive. Nerina often found herself being cared for by her two brothers, the boys often going for days without food just to ensure that she survived, the weakest link of the three.

Her earliest memory, the earliest one she prefers to block, was when she was around nine. Her step father came home in a drunken rage, her mother at the local bar or some other such place. The man was complaining, as usual, and demanded that the girl get him anything he desired. Unfortunately that appeared to be her. Thankfully, he had only gotten as far as pinning her to the dirty living room floor when the eldest of the triplets, Dimitri, dove in, covering as much of his sister as possible as Lazarus attempted to fight the large man off. With Richard's attention turned on the boys Nerina was able to escape, she remembers nothing after that aside from her mother coming home and screaming about blood on the living room carpet. She didn't have to be a genuis to put two and two together after that. With her step father out of the picture, Nerina's mother, Natasia, inherited his fortune and decked the house out lavishly before squandering the rest on her habits. Hadrian Lyndell, the triplet's half brother, was taken into custody by the muggle welfare later that year and they never saw him again. Somehow the welfare worker had overlooked the three malnourished pre-teens.

With her husband gone and her youngest son taken, Natasia lashed out at the triplets, even going as far as filling the tub with water and attempting to drown Nerina in it, the girl has feared water ever since and makes one (or both) of her brothers sit outside the door if she is taking a bath to ensure that she has someone to rescue her if she stops breathing. Eventually they did the only thing they could. The three ran. They kept running as far as they could, unsure of how they managed to keep carrying on with the pain in their feet. Eventually, they reached the edge of town where they were discovered by a kindly old lady who took them in and fed them up, but the damage was done. Mrs Ambrosia Stebbins was a widower who had never bore any children and she cared for the three over the next few years as if they were her own flesh and blood. Aunty A, as they had come to call her, was the first true parental figure that the three had known. She never took the news of them being wizards badly, though it came as quite a shock to her, and them, when the letters arrived the June following their eleventh birthday. Being born in November meant that they would not start until the year after they turned eleven but it didn't bother them, they finally had a place they belonged. Ambrosia filed for adoption, on the grounds that their mother was unfit, and the three were offically her children, though they did not take on her surname.

Shortly before they were due to start their fifth year, however, tragedy struck and Ambrosia had taken sick with pneumonia. She died later that year, leaving everything to the triplets in her will. The three never recovered from the loss and they began distancing themselves more, the masks they wore snapping into place more than they had before. Two years later, as they start their seventh year, the three still haven't recovered from the loss of their mother-figure and the only adult who had been kind enough to them over the years. They still live in her old house, refusing to move a single thing from the place that she put it, their routine still the same as when she was alive.

A young girl sat against the stone wall of the common room, her back pressed tight into the wall and her legs pulled to her chest, hugged tight by her arms. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sides of her knees and her long brown hair fell over her face, hiding it from view. Had one looked close enough they would have noted the haunted and almost maddened look that adored her fine features as she watched those around her, wrapt up in the conversations that drifted in her direction like the scent of fresh cooked bread in the evening. She hummed to herself, the tune reminiscent of one she had heard during her childhood. She felt someone's eyes on her and shivered slightly, though it was not visible to anyone, not unless they knew her movements when she was uncomfortable. Her hands gripped a little tighter at her legs and she started rocking slightly, her humming increasing a little as she closed her eyes tight and tried to block out the feeling that she was being watched. She knew that people thought her mad or paranoid but that was what she wanted them to think. It was all a game to her and she just had to show everyone else how to play along.

She could hear footsteps beside her as the portrait opened and slammed shut, the familiar scent of musk and cinnamon wafting towards her. A slight grin broke onto her face, Lazarus had entered. The middle triplet was rarely outspoken but he didn't need to say a word for Nerina to know that it was him. As quickly as the familiar, and somewhat calming, scent had entered the room, it disappeared, and she assumed that he had made his way upstairs to his dormitory or something like that. She knew that Dimitri was not too far away, neither of the boys liked Nerina being out of their sight, not since that event. She dropped her head to her knees and ceased her rocking, feeling the cool stone of the wall behind her soak through her sweater and onto her skin. Her hair fell over her knees shielding her entire face from view and the chatter in the room began to die down as the various occupants up and left or moved to another part of the common room to complete their homework. The room was finally peaceful and she allowed herself to relax slightly.

No sooner had her shoulders dropped, they tensed again. The sensation of an unfamiliar hand on her shoulder made her entire body tense as she shifted into alert mode. She refused to move, afraid that if she did her worst fears would be confirmed and she would be without the protection of her brothers. Her breathing hitched slightly but not enough for it to be noticable before she caught control of it once more.

[peterr]

You didn't fill out the places where she likes to hang out
Also, the year she was born in should be 1957 instead of 1958
And I saw that you posted in the Celebrity claim. Please don't post anywhere else until you've been accepted.
:)

[nerina]

My mistake it was late when I filled this out so I am bound to forget bits... should be fixed now... and her birthday was set to 1957 =/ November 5th 1957

as for posting in the canon list i was reserving the celebrity. i see that others have done so and i assumed that all people could do it.

[iDorcy]

You can reserve celebs but not claim them on the officially looking list until the app is complete, that's what other have done but yay! Welcome!
Now that you're a member, please sign up in the 'who's who' topic!