Iris Frances {RETURNED}

Name: Iris Jane Frances
Nickname: Eye
Age: -
Date of Birth: August 11
Birthplace: Texas, USA
Current Home: London, England; Hogwarts
Blood Purity: Half
Gender: Female
Sexual alignment: Heterosexual


Face Claim: Miranda Cosgrove
Body type: Thinner than before.
Height: 5"6
Hair: Black, chest-length, wavy/shaggy, worn laid down.
Eyes: Black
Unique features: Scars on her wrists, sunken eyes, pale skin.
Dressing style: Still casual and comfortable.


Likes: In loving memory of Vee and those happiest times, getting drunk and drugged (before), finally staying close to her friends (of what seemed like ages and ages and forever), school, fucking her father, books, music, candy, singing, wandering around, sleeping, rainy days, cold weather, swearing, dying.
Dislikes: Recalling her once happy life in the past, family, St. Mungo's, bitches like her, herself, being abandoned and alone, guilt, regret, hoping for the ultimate bliss of happiness, every positive thing she once liked, still physical activities and her nightmares (she had more of them during the past two years of living in the dark).
Fears: The ghost of her mother, the sight of her father and his fucking new family, reading the newspaper (because chances are, she'll see the name of her dad there), getting rejected once more, having no friends to support and love her at all, expectations versus reality, Hogwarts not welcoming her home.
Strengths: Remaining strong and officially titled as a survivor, intrapersonal stuff, writing, Empathy, already a master of Occlumency by now, staying true as a real Slytherin nowadays, overcoming anything with a little help from her friends and from her own being.
Weaknesses: Nightmares, heavenly dreams, feeling down and emotional too easily, crying, being hot-tempered, physical activities, boys, love relationships, accepting the scorching reality, anorexia, alcohol, slashing, and everything in between transforming into a bad and messy girl.


Father:Vicentius Frances / 42 / God knows what and where. Being a traitor and liar I guess? Prophet editor & writer / Human / Living. To be dead as a wish.
Mother:Romeilia Angels - Frances / Deceased at the age of 40 / Was a housewife / Human / Deceased.
Siblings: SHE WILL NEVER KNOW HIS OR HER NAME.
Pets:Vee / Died at the human age of five / Snowy white Exotic cat / Deceased.
Overall history (including her current personality since she evidently changed because of this):
Iris was and had been a good and loving girl all her life. But that was before. It happened in the past. She had been loved, cared for, and admired in the family, being an only child, and did good in school. But truth be told, what she did not know was that everything will suddenly become a real nightmare. Not just one of those whims and visions of her in her sleep. Eventually, she cannot escape further. It all started when she can no longer control her special attributes, Empathy and having dreams. She tried her best in Occlumency, shielding away all those stuff with the help of her mentor. She often succeeded, but every time she does so, she was still weak. Sometimes, she would just let them in and have no care at all of what would strike. She became careless, messed up, desperate, and hopeless. From that weak Slytherin, she became a real Slytherin. She wasn't sorted in the wrong house at all from the first place. So that was supposed to happen.

She became mental, tried to drown and starve herself in her third year in Hogwarts, became alcoholic, and had problems in classes. When someone saved her, thanks to her friends and some professors, she did good since then. She thought it ended, the nightmare, but that was only the beginning. It was only a speck of what was supposed to happen to her. She expected too much from the unfair life. She was all wrong.

Eye received an owl coming from her mother one day. It said that they're going to have a vacation. And that she must go home as soon as possible amidst the middle of the lessons because it can't wait any further. So she obeyed. She wanted to go home, to run into her mother's arms and spill in her deepest secrets while she was in school. Finally, someone to understand her. Not just her friends who were the same as her. They weren't that much help. In fact, her own problems were that little compared to theirs. So she wouldn't interfere anymore.

They didn't have their vacation. It was all a lie. A trick to let her come home and hear those words, those hideous words from her mother's mouth. Romeilia was alone in the house, her husband wasn't there. She looked like she was going mad, losing her head. All she needed was her daughter by her side. And Eye surely did so. The girl found out that her father ran away after having a fight with his wife. The fight was about a mistress, a concubine, and having a child. She didn't know why, where, when, and how. She was out of her mind. She lost her control, her senses, as if she had lost her life already. Why did her father do that? Why did he do it to them? She just wanted to die. Nothing else mattered anymore.

That year, that hell of a year, was draped with darkness and nothing but the dark. Eye attempted suicide in many ways, got addicted to drugs, and lost everything, including her own being. She stayed at home those times, caring for her mother while not caring for herself. Her mother was still sick with mourning and loss. They were the only ones together then. Nobody cared where Vicentius was and what he had been doing. They were disgusted, murdered by the event, became victims of the heartless. And all her questions in the past on why that man wasn't home often had been answered. It was the most bitter truth they could imagine. It continued to sting them, to stab them both repeatedly.

Acting out as a mother after months of being watched for, Romeilia decided to giver her daugther a break. At the rehab center. In a hospital. Nowhere but St. Mungo's. Refusal won't do. Denial will never. Eye wanted to help herself too, and not to harm her dear mother any further. She obeyed yet again. But leaving her mom was the least thing she would do, the very last on her list. Still, Romeilia promised that she will also help herself from her situation.

Those days were all a blur. All she remembered was the pain inflicted upon her while she was there in that place. She can't remember how long. She didn't even see familiar faces since she was locked up inside those walls. She didn't try to escape. The only thing she thought was that when she will finally come out and get out of hell, she can be with her mother again. They will all be well. But then again, she was wrong. Nothing was right.

When Iris came home after a year of maintenance and repair, her mother was already gone. And so was Vee (mom didn't actually did good to the cat after her daughter's leave). Romeilia tried killing herself and succeeded even before her daughter could. She couldn't take it in longer. She gave up hoping for her husband to return. But he didn't. He never did. He never tried to patch the broken pieces together. He did not.

So there. And everyone will not wonder anymore on why her life is literally fucked up now. She had that hell of reasons. Hello Hogwarts. She's back and worse and cold. Even if you can't remember and welcome her, she's still staying because duh, she had no place to turn to. You're the only one. And people shouldn't expect for the better.


Favourite Spell: Stupefy
Signature Spell: Sectumsempra
Patronus: A cat resembling Vee.


Wand: 11", Unicorn hair, Ebony
Other belongings: -


Friends: Alexis Hope, Alessa Romano, Crystal Wells, Clarisse Valliere Iris Grayson, Anna Tshering
Acquaintances: Iris Grayson, Anna Tshering, Sophia Chaos
Enemies: Florence Oberlin, Alex Gilbert