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Name: |
Ameranth Rose Smith |
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Age: |
26 |
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Gender: |
Female |
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Heritage: |
Halfblood |
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House: |
Ravenclaw |
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Wand: |
Dragon Heartstring, Ash, 7 inches |
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Magical Abilities: |
Expert: Potions and Complex Charms. . .has relative success at transfiguration, and scoffs at Divination. Particularly enjoys developing poisons and their antidotes. Despite her name, is allergic to several types of plants. |
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Physical appearance: Amaranth (or A.R., to her friends) stands taller than the average witch or muggle at just under six feet. As a result, any off the rack robes which she wears fall improperly at mid-calf, an occassional cause of embarassment to her, when she takes the time to notice. Most of the time, when she emerges from her lab, she is wearing emerald green robes covered in stains, and takes little notice of her appearance within her rooms. Out in public she does take the time to change into clean, slightly less stained clothes. . .usually. Her hair, a dark brown nearing black, is almost constantly worn in a single plait down her back, unless she decides that she wants to have tendrils constantly whip her in the face. Her eyes are a sharp blue-green, which keenly assess any and all situations put in front of her. She's most definitely a handsome woman, but at times the frown of concentration on her face seems to have been permanently tattooed onto her, and detracts from her overall appearance. When she does smile, however infrequently, she is in a word, dazzling. Slim, but not athletic, she does little to encourage her physical strength, aside from lifting heavy cauldrons.
Family: Mother: Rose Smith (muggle): An energetic independent woman with an uncanny ability to find herself elbow-deep in her family's potions and other magical portents. Though a muggle, she fancies her magic is truly in the concoctions she develops in the kitchen. She works as a professional caterer for affairs both muggle and magic. Decided that with a wizard husband, her children should most certainly have extraordinary names.Father: Alexander Smith (wizard, pureblood): A moderately talented potions-mixer who happened to come across a woman with an incredible ability to cook and take care of him. Was very proud of his son and daughter who both followed in his genetic footsteps. Brother: Licorice Ash Smith, 29 (wizard, never forgiven parents for first name): Animagus: Registered Mongoose, transfiguration expert with a bottle of snake antidote constantly in his pocket supplied by his sister. Works as 'exterminator' of magical creatures (garden gnome removal, etc.)
Background: Amaranth waited on baited breath for the owl to arrive with her acceptance letter from Hogwart's. Throughout her childhood she had sat at her father's side, studying with intensity the concoctions he mixed and poured and tested over and over again. She never became bored with the intricacy, delicacy, or monotony which often accompanied even the simplest draughts. Her brother had been accepted immediately into Hogwart's after his 11th birthday, but her owl was late in arriving, due to several storms in the area surrounding her house. Upon arrival of her owl, she could hardly stand the excitement, and wished her parents a fond but rushed farewell as she boarded the Express for Hogwart's. Throughout her attendance at Hogwart's she excelled in potions, delighting even the most rigid of teachers with her concoctions and portents. She left Divination after two weeks, despite her brother's ravings about the class. She decided to find out what she could mix with her tea to cause her cups to melt. She suceeded, and was asked not to return. So, she satisfied herself with coming up with supplements for the animals she treated in Care of Magical Creatures, and, despite her allergies, creating potions which caused even the mandrakes to overflow their pots. Of course , that particular potion also cause them to develop even more foul attitudes and a penchant for root wrestling, but all in all it was a success. After finishing her seventh year with high marks, she decided to go into business creating simple portents for clients and continue to develop more and more complex potions with a desire to find cures for everything from the common cold to vampirism. With some success, she has continued her studies, spending hours alone in her office with cat keeping her company and the occassional cup of exceptionally brewed coffee finding its way to her mouth in the wee hours of the morning. The Ministry of Magic keeps her on regular retainer, to find cures for various curses, and to keep her from finding a cure for the Dementor's Kiss. Her charms are used by several of the higher ministers as defenses in particularly dangerous confrontations with dark wizards. Occupation: Independent potion procurer, Ministry of Magic consultant Motivations/Ambitions: Too often, her occupation has been misinterpreted as an interest in the dark arts. Far from that, Amaranth wishes to better the lives of her fellow witches and wizards, and even muggles if possible. She loves to see things grow and prosper, and while there is a certain fascination in studying destruction, it is only as a means to an end for her, so that she can reconstruct or cure that which has been destroyed or poisoned. Likes/Dislikes/Interests: Amaranth is very fond of coffee, a muggle drink which her mother introduced her to at a young age. She enjoys a good Quidditch match as much as the next wizard, and will take any opportunity she can to ride any creature that will let her. She keeps a resume on file with Hogwart's in the hopes that some day she might be able to teach there, and give students the opportunity she was given and the benefit of her knowledge. And her best kept secret, one hidden from even her brother, whom she is closer to than anyone, is that she is a closet romantic, with asperations of happily ever after which she attempts to keep quashed beneath a placid exterior.
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