Isotta Von Warfel

[Isotta von Warfel]

Age: 16
Year: Sixth
House:
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: Ash-white driftwood of an unrecognisable tree, this wand is as breakable as its mistress. At ten-and-a-half inches it rests in Isotta’s hand as an extension of her thin, bony fingers, perfect for intimate magic. The unusual core, that of vampire artery, shares a similar chemistry with Isotta.
Patronus: A large, dishevelled black swan.
Boggart: A devoted servant to her emotions, Isotta feels suffocating claustrophobia when she is unable to act upon them. The thought of her will being a slave to someone else is something she cannot imagine lightly, but a vision of herself under the Imperius Curse comes to mind.

Personality: – Isotta, like her mother, is unmindful of her chaotic nature. It is not that she deliberately disregards rationality in favour of fulfilling her impulses – she simply cannot consider it. Or, perhaps, Melancholia has nurtured her to be incapable of considering it.

Isotta’s lawless passion in every thought, feeling and gesture is a necessity, for without it is the prospect of a half-life, a living sleep, as though she cannot breathe. While most live with their minds wrapped safely around their heart for want of a certain balance, Isotta’s heart and mind are kept permanently severed in two, her brother weaving his influence to keep the cut fresh. Isotta, so spacey and feral, does not always see when Awder is performing these intricate incisions upon her sanity – but she senses them nonetheless, and he is often subject to her blind fury. Isotta does not always do this with reason though, but with the philosophy of the Crucio – Awder’s pain for Awder’s pain’s sake.

While her brother’s power lies in cultivating inner instability, Isotta takes a more overt approach, her predatory frame of mind and rough handling of situations used to get swift revenge. Her incurable impatience leaves her disadvantaged by Awder’s ability to plan several moves ahead, but Isotta compensates with the brute strength of magic, spouting hexes as instinctually as a cry of pain.

Appearance – A physical manifestation of Nocturnus and Melancholia’s incompatibility, Awder and Isotta share the same molten-rock fusion of black and auburn hair. To Isotta’s resentment she is a fresher though no less frayed reflection of her mother, her forever animated expressions framed by a mane of wild lightning.

This similarity is something Isotta has come to loathe, her sensual beauty now transformed into a psychotic one. With shame she has tried to adopt the serene deception of her brother’s gaze, but to no avail. She also possesses her mother’s tattered luxuriance, always looking at though she has dressed in a tempest.

History – Isotta von Warfel can still recall the first acts of mindless violence her mother ever taught her. Melancholia’s madness, so dominant within her it seemed almost natural, was a familiar ritual in the Von Warfel household. The most unsuspecting of actions – the mere glance of her husband, or the command of a secret word – induced an insatiable desire to cause harm to herself and others.

Nocturnus observed her ungovernable outbursts with perverse, detached satisfaction, strangely pleased when she would slip her brittle fingers around his throat and tear with intent. Melancholia’s feeble strength, drained with each mocking breath Nocturnus dared take, left no mark on his immaculate physique – undoubtedly why her attacks were tolerated so. But Isotta watched and learned, nevertheless.

Her mother’s harmless demonstrations unveiled the indulgent charm of lunacy, one that already alluded to being inherent, and in a state of self-induced hysteria Isotta sort to draw from Awder what Melancholia failed to draw from Nocturnus. From this, Awder and Isotta bear some of their earliest scars, Awder wearing the faint pearl necklace of dark infant magic, while Isotta still nurses a defective wand hand from Nocturnus’s experimental punishment in the snapping of thumbs.

Inspired to believe her daughter was the reincarnation of her power, and thus a weapon against Nocturnus, Melancholia did not try to correct this first lesson in transferring one’s own pain unto others. Of course, there is a suggestion Isotta would eventually need no guidance in inventing her own ways to damage the males of her family, a leaning she has become naturally inclined to exercise on Awder.