Elysia Mort

   
   Name: Elysia Ivy Mort
   Nicknames: Ely
   Titles: N/A
   Date of Birth: December 14, 2002
   Age: 17
   Blood Status: Half-blood
   Hometown: Unknown
   Current Home: Nomadic
   Nationality: English
   School: Hogwarts (Was in Slytherin - dropped out)
   Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
   Wand: Copper beech, dragon heartstring, 9 3/4"

   
   Hair Color: Black
   Hair Style: Short, almost like a bob
   Eye Color: Brown
   Body Type: Slim
   Height: 5'5
   Other Distinguishing Features: Various faded scars adorn her body, a stick and poke tattoo near her hip
   Clothing Style: Lots of black (conspicuous) - pretty punk in fashion

   



Ding. Ding. Ding.

The chimes of the church bells invaded the air. Dusk was at foot. Samhain was about to be at full swing.

Crucifix? Check. Holy Water? Check. Flask? Double check.

It smelled of sulfur. From afar were the laughs of children innocently enjoying the night. If she hadn't taken this path, she would've been in the Great Hall. She would've been blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking about.

A swig. The rustling of the autumn wind. The further decaying of life.



Eyes wide open. An unfamiliar room. This had become a norm in her adventures. Shacking up in random places often with complete strangers. It was truly a wonder how no catastrophe had gotten to her yet.

Days out in taverns. Nights out in clubs. Days out in stores. Nights out in cemeteries.

It was routine, yet it was always different.



She closed her eyes as she slept on top of a grave. It was a long night.