Post by Kirsten Winterfeldt on Oct 19, 2020 20:45:09 GMT 2
AGE/BIRTHDATE: 17 - 7/11/2002
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
FACE CLAIM: Lucy Hale
A determined girl with fire in her soul, Kirsten is going places. Or she should be, although that's a whole different story. Intelligent and quick-witted, with a natural aptitude for magic and a keen sense of the importance of her history, she ought to be the perfect heir, if only it wasn't for that one little thing that comes between her and inheriting all that her family has amassed over the centuries... She'd like to say she's not bitter, but it would be a lie; she's firmly convinced that no one is better suited than herself to the task of taking her family forward into the next generation, but will they listen to her? Of course not. Instead, she devotes herself to fulfilling the role that has been set out for her to the best of her abilities, in the hope that her obedience will in the end win her the prize that she desires. She pays attention to her looks and to her manner of speaking, to her dancing skills and to her musical abilities, she sweeps aside her academic capabilities in favour of elegant sophistication, and she tries not to resent it, but she fails utterly.
Perhaps she ought to hate her brother; the boy who, by the mere act of existing, has deprived her of all that she might have inherited. But of course she couldn't; he's her twin, after all, and along with all those other traits, she's got a definite maternal streak which comes out in force where her baby brother (as she always refers to him) is concerned. Anyone else... well, they're on their own. Charm is something that she turns on and off as she needs it, and mostly, that's when she's talking to people that she needs to impress. Her professors, her social equals, her parents... Other people meet with a reception that depends on anything from what time it is to what she had for breakfast to the time of the month. And they'll just have to deal with it.
Born just five minutes before her brother to the ancient Winterfeldt family, Kirsten was doomed from the moment that she entered the world- well, no, that's not quite accurate. From the moment that her younger sibling entered the world, because he was a male, and so with his arrival, she lost all and any rights she might ever have had to inherit the wealth and the power which her ancestors had spent so long in amassing. Not that she knew it at the time, of course, or for some years to come. Kirsten grew up relatively happily, closer to her brother with every day, every month that passed, and it was not until her parents decided to take their education in hand that any kind of cloud passed over the sunshine of her youth. Then it was that she discovered what lay in store for each of them; for her brother, a lifetime spent mastering the complex family magics and running the estate, maintaining their lineage and the honour of the family name; for her, a lifetime spent looking glamorous, passing around drinks at society parties, and popping out children.
Suffice it to say that she was not impressed.
But there was nothing to be done about it, apparently, even though she was the older of the two, even though it was obvious to her at the time that she was clearly a far more capable witch than her brother was a wizard. Still, the greatest concession that she was able to win was to get her father to teach her the family's old blood magics alongside her mother's perpetual lessons on being ladylike and running a household. Of course she excelled, to the point at which the old man considered denying her further teaching in case she should take it into her head to demonstrate her prowess in unfortunate fashions, but he persevered, until, with some relief, he saw her off to Durmstrang.
Kirsten settled in rapidly, proving more motivated and rather more capable than her brother, and was soon a favourite with her professors; a state of affairs which she took care to ensure would persist through exercising her natural pleasantries and those which her mother had taught her. She had an old and powerful name and considerable personal attributes, and so she made many friends, establishing herself as a force to be recognised and swanning through her first three years, but it was in her fourth that complications began to arise, because it was in her fourth that she became aware of two things; firstly, that her father had arranged her betrothal, and secondly that the blonde girl who sat next to her in Potions was possibly the most beautiful being on the planet.
It passed, of course, as crushes do, but only to be replaced by another, and ever since, she has striven not only to prove herself to her professors and her parents, in the probably doomed hope that they will realise their mistake and reinstate what she sees as her rightful inheritance, but to prove to herself that her bisexuality is no more than a passing fancy. So far, neither have proved very successful.