Cherry Bomb - WIP

Name: Vorren, Cereza Annalee
Moniker(s): Cere, Cherry, Cherry Bomb, etc.
Gender: Female
Age: Thirty-Three
D.O.B: Answer
Zodiac: Answer
Hair Colour: Chocolate
Eye Hue: Dark Chocolate
Body Type: Curvaceous, Top Heavy
Height: 05'07"
Weight: Undisclosed
Skin Colour: Peached Ivory
Affiliation: M.o.M, Hogwarts
Marital Status: Answer
Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Status: Pureblood
Birthplace: London
Occupation: Auror at the Ministry
Wand: 9 inch Birch with Phoenix Feather || Symbolism of 'New Beginning' and of 'New Life' is present in all qualities of this wood. Birch is associated with children, for they are most natual 'beginners' of this world. As well as with the new level of spiritiual grow in general.

Birch is also known for its good physcial healing abilities. It can help in recuperation and in restoring one's strength. Being kind and compassionate, birch will never refuse anyone who are in need for its support. Pure and light nature of birch has lead to its using in purification rites and in clesening rituals. This tree is good for expelling evil spirits and spirits of the past; though it is unable to destroy them.

Clear, definite, and light. Very good for charms and or healing purposes, suits well for trasfiguration, especially in renewing various things or creating a new structure instead of the lost one. Can successfully dispel evil curses, but is less suitable for direct combat. Extremely good for spells dealing with light.

KEYWORDS: New beginnings, another chance, higher level, purification, innocence, kindness, expelling evil, freeing from past, curing from sorrows, tenderness, compassion, light.
House: Ravenclaw Alumni
Amortentia: Coffee, Strawberries, Roses
Boggart: Thestrals
Patronus: Answer
Specialties: Answer
Race: Witch
Species: Veela

Appearance: Ranges, depending on occasion since she tends to change up her wear from time to time. Casually, she wears v-neck tank tops that fit her form snugly, the hemline ending above the naval. Hanging from her hips she wears tight, low-rise pants. Her shoes are mostly coloured in black, having a sharp heel which is about three inches tall. She usually has them over her pants most if not all the time. If not seen like that, or if she is cold due to the weather, she would wear a cotton sweater that is always one size bigger than what she really needs and a pair of long-johns underneath her pants. Gotta always be prepared. She feels that the more cold it is, the more clothing that you will see on her since she gets cold rather quickly and the more hot it is, the more irritable she will be so she will basically strips down to practically nothing if she could. Her favourite colours to be in are crimson, black (if it isn't summer), gray, or purple. Her nails are always beautifully done, credit given to her actual mother for that one for teaching her how to do them. Cut down into a sharp triangle shape, they are to be given the look of claws. Three of fingers are always coloured in black as well as her thumb and her ring finger on both hands are coloured randomly each month.

Formally, which is somewhat rare for her due to the fact that she doesn't feel like a girl and doesn't see the point of wearing dresses to show off her so-called 'womanly' charm. If you were to ask her why she wore heels at such a young age and accuse her of her lie of not liking to show off her 'womanly' charm, she would answer you with this, 'Sneakers and boots aren't my style and I like the way they feel on me. Blame my mothe-...Mm.'

Once she received her letter to join all the others in Hogwarts, she knew that she had to dress the part in order to succeed in there. So before she left, she bought multiple button down shirts with pockets located on the right side hovering over her chest once she placed it on her person. Her pants were dressy and smooth to the touch and since she didn't need as many pants as she did shirts, she bought only four; two black pairs, one dark gray and a light gray. She also decided that it was also time for a new look, so she is letting her hair grow out again just to see how long it will actually grow out to on its own.

Personality: Ambitious and loving, she at times can be a bit of a klutz as her feet are, from what she feels like, programmed to make sure she hits the first thing that they see or make her hit the ground/floor, hard. She sees life as something to always take advantage of, as she knows she only has one life to live and that is what she intends to do. Her Piscean nature has given her many heartaches and many tears were shed. That would happen to a girl who always wore her heart on her sleeve; believing everything and everyone around her. But she was stubborn and never pays attention to any of the signs that life gives her. She also knows the pain of losing a loved one and because of that, to some people well the ones that she knows of, she tries to cling to as much as she can without them noticing and trying to push her away for it. Another part of her nature is the fact that she will never deny anyone help and will always do what she can to lend out a helping hand, no matter who they may be. When her foster mother was alive, she was a firm believer in the fact that her daughter's heart is golden and the purest of pure. It's the reason she is the way she is now.

Absentmindedly, she tends to bite her lower lip. Especially when bored or frustrated. Cere is always up for trying new things but more than likely, she will try it out and then get back to you in a couple of days to tell you if she liked it or not. But all of this is underneath a layer that you will have to flesh out from her. Because at first glance, she is always quiet and to herself even thought she told her 'father' that she would try to at least try and make friends when coming to Hogwarts. But how could she? After all that she went through. If anyone were to ask her about her past, she would deny it. The only individuals to know of it would be the headmaster and the teaching staff.

Deep down, she wants to be this social girl that everyone knows and loves but at the same time, she has her secrets that have to stay hidden. Can't have just anyone knowing about what happened.

And that was then. As for now...

Known Relatives:
- ASTON, MINERVA :: BIOLOGICAL MOTHER :: 55/ALIVE :: Healer / Pureblood
- ASTON, NIKLAUS :: BIOLOGICAL FATHER :: 57/UNKNOWN :: Auror in the Ministry of Magic /Pureblood
- GRIGORI, ABIGAIL :: FOSTER MOTHER :: 42/DECEASED :: Housewife / Muggle
- GRIGORI, CHRISTIAN :: FOSTER FATHER :: 45/ALIVE :: Obliviator / Pureblood

RESIDENCY:A three story house relatively close to the Paddington Station.
CITY: London
COUNTRY: England

History: Eleven years ago, a girl with a head full of hair and the most beautiful chocolate eyes was born in London. Her story starts off tragic but with a little help from faith, she was able to turn it in something good.

The dynamics of her spiraling tragedy that is now a mellow life were quite simple; her family consisted of just her mother & father as she had no older or younger siblings. There was not a time nor a place where they had not told Nico that she was loved. Every waking moment till she closed her eyes for sleep, her parents had told her that she was loved by them. Her mother was the one who took care of her mostly since she was always housebound and taught her the basics when it came to education. Her father had a job to do so that they all had a roof over their hands and food in their stomachs, an Auror in the Magic of Ministry. Being that of the only child, she was spoiled rotten, not like she let it go to her head but she loved it all.

A couple of days after her fourth birthday, as a late birthday present, her parents decided to take her on a vacation. They were going to visit all the places that they could before her father had to return to work. Their first destination would be America since neither parent had ever been there, they deemed it to be the perfect spot for them to start their wonderful adventure. Nico was just happy to spend all this time with them. This was all before she had realized her magical powers. Boarding the plane, her eyes were glued to everything; taking in what she can of this adventure. But then something went wrong. They realized that they were not sitting next to each other! Niklaus felt no need to check the tickets when he got them because of the service that he always got was perfect, so why would he think to check the tickets? But had he did, he would of been able to stop this. The good thing about it, was that it wasn't a major thing, Nicolette was just a seat away. No harm, no fowl. But then, the occupant of the available seat came and he was a rather obese individual who apparently did not care that Nicolette was a seat away from her family. He had picked that seat for a reason and was not moving from it.

Making a big scene on the plane, her mother and Nico both tried to calm him down and tell him that everything will be alright. Nicolette had the emergency phone on her just in case something like this had arrived! The plane stared off rather rocky. But! The plane progressed forward. It took them a least nine hours to get there. The weather in London was rather beautiful but they had not taken into effect the weather of Texas, their first destination. The winds picked up rapidly and the rumbles from the thunderstorm rattled the plane to the point where it effected the way the conductor was steering the plane. To make matters worse, a bolt of lightning hit one of the wings of the plane causing it to nosedive out of the sky! It was then at this time where Niklaus and Minerva had to think about what to do. They knew the rules of the Wizarding world; they were not allowed to use magic in that of the muggle world. But at the same time, their lives were at risk. So they did what they thought was right. Niklaus casted a protection spell over his daughter and himself while Minerva casted one over herself.

The spells were done a little bit before the full impact hit everyone on the plane. When it all was over, there were a few survivors other than the family. They all were taken to the nearest hospital to make sure that they were all really okay. The parents came to first, Minerva asking where her baby was and if she was okay. Nicolette still had not woken up. From what the doctor told them, she had suffered a lot. Minerva was willing to do whatever it took to save her child but Niklaus had stopped her telling her that they should let them handle this. She was in a coma for two years. Minerva and Niklaus tried their best to live a happy lifestyle but it was not the same without their child. The day that she had woken up, she had no memory of what happened, as if she remembered nothing. Once the parents found this out, Minerva broke down into tears. Niklaus wanted to cry but had to be strong and do what he thought was need for them all at this point.

He called a friend of his that he knew would help him out with this. Without a doubt, he took Nicolette as his own with his wife. Minerva raged. Completely furious of what he had done, she tried to get her daughter back from them. Not caring about the consequences of it all. But when reality sunk in for her, she stopped. Their daughter would never be the same again. During her rehab sessions, she took it upon herself to get into some hobbies to occupy her time. So she started writing and singing without a tune. Everything and everything that could trigger her actual parents in anyway were taken from her, seeing as to they don't know what would happen to her if such a thing occurred.

Three years later, she one day decided to clean around the house since she had nothing better to do. The first place that she started with was the attic. Wiping dust here and there, she found a box that by the look of it was never opened. Curiosity got the best of her and she opened it. As she was going through it, she felt nothing but confusion to the people within the frames with her. She wanted to know who they were and how were they related to her. After further inspection, her eyes widened and a scream was heard. Abigail looked all around for her and when she realized that she was in the attic, she could only hope for the best.

Tears fell down her face while she stared at one picture in particular, a picture of her mother kissing her forehead while she was in the hospital. It was taken on the last day that they were there. Nicolette started questioning her so-called mother of what this picture was and as she did, memories began to flood back and hit her hard. She for the first time ever was upset. She began to draw conclusions as to why she was with these people that she knew and not with the people in the pictures. Had they died? If so, why was she alive? Many questions began to wrack her brain as she tried to take all of this in. No. She didn't want to take this in. While Abigail was trying to find a way, anyway, to calm her down, the rage within just kept escalating. The window in the attic blew open due to her magical abilities finally coming through but at a cost. The wind that came from the window, pushed Abigail down the stairs that she was standing in front of, causing her to tumble and fall to her death.

After the tears were shed and the anger down enough to make rational idea and such, she looked around for Abigail. Her body moved to go down the stairs wondering if she had gone back to sleep or went to do something else. Unfortunately, Abigail Grigori would be sleeping for a very long time. By the time that Christian got home, he was shocked to see what happened. He question Nico and she couldn't remember anything other than the fact that she was angry. And when it was brought up again, she felt her anger boiling up once more, which caused a smack to go past her lips and realization to hit. Looking at Abigail to Christian and back, the tears that she had thought to be gone came flooding down once more. So she ran to her room. A week later and she was still in her room. She couldn't go, not with her heart broken from all of this. She had killed someone that was important to her, what was to stop her from doing the same again?

If there was any truth to this, she wouldn't believe it no matter how many times she was told of it.

Christian decided to let the past be the past and to make amends with Nicolette though it was a bit hard on him since she was the one who had killed the love of his life. But at the same time, he knew that she would want him to do this. She needed someone in her life since her parents weren't going to come back for her now that this happened. Nicolette didn't want to have any part of talking to him, even when he sat down on her bed and looked at her defeated positioning. He then wondered how long was she cooped up like this in here. After a day or two of talking it out with her, followed with more yelling and throwing pillows and the like, she finally caved and cried all night in the arms of her father telling him how sorry she was and that she never meant to do it. With her apologizing like this, a pang of guilt hit his heart for ever truly doubting her in the first place. It wasn't her who did it, it was the uncontrolled magic within.

And because of that, once she hit the age of eleven, she received her letter to go to Hogwarts. Where she could learn to control and use her magic for good.