KAFKA, christina niamh

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Nickname: Sopho
How You Found Us: Marauding Mischief
Contact Via: PM

What can be found in a name: Christina Niamh Kafka
When the day I was born: 29/10/1958
The Angels screamed: Alexander Kafka && Yulia Kafka (neé Verle)
And Hell shut its doors: Finola Kafka
While creatures retreated: None
To depths unknown: Pure

I hide from them:
Knockturn Alley, Hogwarts Grounds, the Kitchen at home, Common Room [Ravenclaw]
Be who they want to see:
Christina is quite petite at 5'3 but with a deliciously curved physique which she is proud of. Her face is oval shaped, hints of her mother's slavic roots in her profile but it is an attractive face no doubt. The eyes are almond shaped and set on high, proud cheekbones. Her eyebrows are dark but sleek and elegant, and the eyes themselves are a brilliant ice blue. Her mouth is non descript, a few freckles dot her nose against pale skin. Her hair is one of her most outstanding features, luxuriously curled and at full length reaches just above the small of her back. It is a vivid red. A reasonable neck sits on slightly narrow shoulders, her arms are well shaped and her fingers, like most witches', are long with short nails. The way she moves is almost feline, and one could almost swear that there is something catlike about her, and that is true. Her animagi is no less than a Bengal Tiger, being about waist high in height and weighing about the size of a full grown man. The eyes are the only thing that stays the same, and perhaps the same fiery shade of red in it's fur.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Surely an enigmatic persona she is, just as her appearance shows. Christina is not someone you mess with. If it weren't for the family tradition, there would be no doubting she would have ended up in Slytherin, and most of her friends are in that house. She is bright and intelligent, but usually this gift is put to demonic intentions; being the sly and cunning thing she is. Christina only cares about herself, with perhaps her sister being the only exception, being the only family she has left, she clings to this fact and finds comfort in it. She also feels secure with her friends, however slippery they may be, company is all she needs. However she is picky with who she accepts, and isn't afraid to penalise someone she doesn't like, and to that token, anyone who might be a rival to her. Christina can be extremely jealous and possessive, due to losing a lot earlier in life, or so she claims (really because she has the desire to be the best at everything). This includes relationships, anyone she likes, she gets, which is quite a broad range of boys. She tends to hold grudges, and isn't satisfied until she gets the last laugh. Perhaps her worst trait is the fiery temper, which in itself is dangerous, to some attractive. Despite all these faults Christina can be a nice person. To people she is close to she is very kind and cares for them, and she is also extremely loyal. She is a hardworker and does try to make relationships work, but sometimes the eye can't help but stray. Under the cool, confident front is a much more vunerable person, but this creature rarely, hardly ever rears it's head.
This soulless being:

• Magic
  
• Her large amount of influence over other people
  
• Friends, false or real
  
• Sister
  
• Sour sweets
  
• Boys
  
• Charms
  
• Flying
  
• Winter
  
• Doing well in school, exams, just general life
  
• Cats - especially those of the larger type

Is just as lost:

• Her parents
  
• People who think they can outdo her
  
• Change
  
• Orange
  
• Big dogs
  
• Divination
  
• Muggle cars
  
• Rap music
  
• Tunnels

As everyone else:

• Being organised
  
• Reasonably clever
  
• Animagi
  
• Confident
  
• Manipulative

In a world that knows only hate:

• Headstrong
  
• Fiery
  
• Emotionally unstable
  
• Easily angered
  
• Jealous

And causes pain for the soulless like me:

• Being an animagi, she discovered that there was a possibility of it being in the genes when she was about twelve one transfiguration lesson, and finally mastered the transformation at fifteen.
  
• Despite her affliations with Slytherin, and her whole attitude, she would be horriffied to become a Death Eater. Although saying this, she wouldn't want to become an Order member either, just somewhere in the middle.

They left me to die:
- Yulia Kafka (neé Verle) -- mother[deceased]
-Sergey Verle -- grandfather[deceased]
-Anna Verle -- grandmother[deceased]
On a bed of roses:
-Alexander Kafka -- father[deceased]
-Alice Kafka -- grandmother [deceased]
-Frank Kafka -- grandfather [deceased]
-Judy Williams (neé Kafka) -- aunt [deceased]
-Gary Williams -- uncle [deceased]
Blood seeping through:
- In the Verle side of the family, animagi is common. It tends to skip a few generations, Sergey Verle was one, now Christina is one. Whether or not this will be passed down again is unknown
The satin sheets of fame:
Beautiful and dirty rich
What a bitter story of love:
On the 29th October, Christina was born. Her father was the sort who thought an heir was the only way to keep the family name, but was pleased by the fact his first born had his red hair. There was no surprise when she showed signs of magic, by making her cot levitate whe she was a year old. The child was born into a pure blood family. The Kafka family are one of the oldest Irish wizarding family left, with all their members belonging to the Ravenclaw house. There are some legends that the family are related to Rowena Ravenclaw herself. The only exception was Christina's mother, Yulia, who was a Slytherin, and a Russian. The child soon inheritated the Slavic profile and her mother's slender frame, but still had the redhair and blue eyes which is characteristically Celtic.

As the child grew she soon turned up to be mischevious, she was the popular one at the village school, terrorizing the neighbors but was always well behaved around her parents, particularly her father. When her sister, Finola was born, Christina soon formed a close bond with her, but it was obvious that the pair were completly different. Fin was dark haired and small, and prefered to read, while her older sister was soon out in the street making havoc. Being the bolder one, she soon became the favourite of the family as was the star at dinner parties or whatever else her parents decided to waste money on.

Hogwarts soon came around and she soon found herself in Ravenclaw as the rest of their ancestors had. Her parents were delighted, even more so when she seemed to be keeping up with things in class. Christina soon made friends with her childhood friends who also belonged to pureblood families, most of these were in Slytherin.

As the Death Eaters became large Christina was soon consulted by her parents, warning her not to join them. The angry teenager refused to speak to them, but silently took their advice and didn't sign up. After all, such a prestigous pure blood family, it wasn't a matter of if, it was when. The family suffered like many families did, the Death Eaters knocking on the doors asking them to join, and if they didn't, they murdered them. It was when her father's sister and her muggle born husband were killed in their home when they knew they were coming. Christina and Finola were at Hogwarts, safe, when they found the parents dead in what seemed to be a freak accident. At thirteen years old, and with no other family to go to, she found herself looking after her eleven year old sister, inheriting a house and a considerable amount of money with it.

Christina was extremely cautious after that, staying under the protection of Hogwarts as much as possible. It dented her confidence for a while, but managed to pull out of it better than Finola. School grades went back up again and at the moment Christina seems to be treading water in her life. Hopefully she won't sink too soon.

(from the old site where she was a scary vampire

It was dusk on a cruel October evening. Knockturn always appeared much more sinister in this festive season. The pumpkins, battered and grey looking leered through shop windows, and most of the inhabitents of this cursed street didn't need to dress up to make themselves look terrifying. On a alcove opposite Borgin and Bukes a small pop sounded a cloaked figure appeared there, small but lithe and perfectly proportioned, with the stance of a wild cat. Wild was her temper too, as usual, but this time Christina had a valid reason for being irritated. Any more screeching and wailing out of that baby and she would lose her finely tuned patience.

Patience for her was running out, when Finola had first bought the infant home everything had been like normal, perfect even. But as time wore on the brat kept screaming at all hours which Christina didn't mind, it was only her sister who complained about the lack of sleep. But it was the incessant, droning squeal that the child managed to maintain for sometimes on end until she was fed or changed or cuddle or anything else cute and cuddly that she needed. Deciding she needed a night away from the house she appeared here, for in this forsaken alley no one would disturb her, unless they wanted a deathwish.

Speaking of dying, Christina was actually quite thirsty. She had to keep herself full as much as possible around her human sister and her child, else things could get sticky. Deciding on impulse she would linger here no longer she decided that she would just take one turn round the street and then venture out into the rest of normal London. Muggles were her prefered type of meal, they were stupid and slow and usually didn't put up much of a struggle. Her habits were irregular and scattered, she had no one to teach her, because a certain someone had run away and got themselves killed, or were too cowardly to come back. Christina hissed and kicked the wall violently to vent her feelings, which resulted in one of the bricks falling out.

She reached up and pushed back the hood, allowing the dim light to illuminate the pallid, marble skin and the vibrant curls of red hair. Icy eyes scoured the area with scorn and folding her arms she swept down the alley. Veering away from various street sellers and vagabonds she sneered round the various shops, and when nothing caught her rather particular eye she turned and began to make her way back up the alley. So now dinner was the agenda tonight.

[.going down in flames.]