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An AU non-canon Harry Potter-inspired forum roleplay set in Australia.

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Bethianna DeVylissea

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    Bethianna DeVylissea
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    5
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  • Birthday - Year
    1971
  • Birthplace
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  • Job Title
    Healer
  • Species
    Sorceraic
  • Blood Status
    Pureblood
  • Pronouns
    She/Her

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  • Birthdate Year 1971
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  1. Bethianna tried to block out the sound of it. The clear agony that Alex was in beneath her palm, it radiated out from him, in ripples that stung each of the blue. Sweat began to bead on foreheads, discomfort and exhaustion setting in. There seemed to be no end in sight, and still his body insisted on death. They were going to lose him. They were going to lose Alex, and this would all have been for nothing---they hadn't had enough. Hadn't been enough. His last moments had been nothing but torture, and this was the end. Bethianna knew there couldn't be much left to give. Soon she would have to pull back. Let nature take its course. Admit that the Violet had been wasted, the remnants of a soul she'd held onto for centuries just gone on this small thread of hope. There were no more chances after this, her brother was gone now. Saved so long while she tried to find a way to return him to strength, and now... it was done. She had gambled the last of him away. A hand touched hers. A sudden new flood of energy, a well as-yet untapped. It came with the same electric jolt that she had felt when attending to Cass, only stronger. Sorceraic energy for certain, but how? Memories intruded at the edge of her conscious, snippets of another world she had been banished from. Faces buried in the deepest recesses of her memories, so foggy but so definitely there. It was not possible though. This was---Bethianna didn't know, she didn't trust it to be true, but the end result was what mattered. Alexander was in desperate pain, and there was nothing she could do for that---but with the new arrival (Bethianna didn't dare look up either, afraid of what she might see and of losing her focus)---something had changed. The last of the wizarding blood was burning out, the fight would soon be over. Alex's vitals were strengthening, even as the pain increased. Anna let out a long breath, tired arms shaking. She relaxed, just a little. And that was her mistake. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Caleb wrestled himself away from Cass, bowling through the circle to tackle Bethianna and throw himself over Alex's writhing form. The contact broken, Alex began to die again, faster than before, Caleb clutching at his uncle and refusing to let go. Almost immediately, the young boy began to fade, his desperation to save Alex not unlike Améa's gifting of her strength to Zane---only Caleb did not have much to give. And Caleb did not know that what he was doing. "No!" Adele screamed, her pain ripping through the group as she watched her son wither in seconds. Bethianna regained herself, shoving Caleb away from Alex roughly---but the damage was done. Caleb lay limp on the floor, only a shallow breath between worlds. Grabbing Caitlin's hand, the nearest she could find, Bethianna steeled herself against the electric intrusion that threatened to bring back more memories, curling the pendant into Cait's fingers and pressing her hand against Alex's forehead before moving across to the deathly silent Caleb. "Alexander will heal," she said in a low, rough voice. "He is past the worst now. Give him strength." The direction was to all of them, while she focused her efforts on Caleb. What could she possibly do? Even Bethianna didn't know. The mortal boy dragged everything from her as he fought his losing battle, Anna clawed at the carpet with one hand, desperate to find more. Something more. If any tried to help, she forced them backward -- it was foolish to try and save a mortal. You couldn't save a mortal. They drowned you with them. But still, she tried. Until there was nothing left. And Bethianna, too, sank to the floor beside Caleb. Both silent and unmoving.
  2. The power in the room was so thick it was almost physical, and yet Bethianna knew that there was still a chance this would fail. Ensuring Alexander's mortal side didn't die before the sorceraic blood took full control was the aim, and by no means an easy one. Mortals lost energy at a rate that was difficult to keep up with, and an injured body was a vacuum for that energy. It simply flowed down the drain as fast as it could, sucking more from the nearest source---keeping nothing until everything was gone. This was why it was dangerous to try and keep a mortal alive beyond their natural life span. This was why you did not heal the dying. Injuries incompatible with life left even the strongest of their kind a broken mess. Some with wounds so deep they could not heal before their energy bled out for good. The dying mortal was a trap, too. Energy would always go to where it was needed most, and pulling back once it found such a target was like getting caught in a rip tide. Anna's task today was to monitor Alex closely, to determine whether his vital signs remained strong enough to keep going---or if he was destined for death no matter the power. If so, it would be her responsibility to break the chain and ensure the draining stopped. She had done it before. She had had to. First they began as they were, the family gathered and nothing more. Alex was in pain, she could tell. Caleb trembled on the couch, curled into Cass in his anxiety. Adele's eyes were closed, not wanting to watch. She had seen this before, done this before. Améa's gaze remained on Alex, willing him to be strong and survive as she did. The rush of power through Bethianna was enormous, and yet... with the trauma of the purge, he was losing it faster than they could supply. He would not survive this alone. A pang of sorrow radiated from Bethianna and toward Alex, free hand grasping the violet pendant at her neck and breaking the chain roughly. This was the last resort, the only way it could be done. It had saved Lauren, it had woken Lorelei---but would it work here and now? Bethianna kept her head down, curls falling either side of her face to mask the glimmer of tears in her eyes, sliding the pendant between her palm and Alex's forehead. And the rush, and the pain, increased tenfold.
  3. Millea was very aware that her appearance was unexpected, and yet she leveled at the gathered family an expression of flat disinterest. As if it should have been obvious she would turn up, not for any sentimental reasons---but out of obligation. It was clear that Millea lacked humor in almost any form, seeming to blink away Alex's greeting as she crossed the floor to stand beside Lillian. "Yes, it's opportune timing," Lillian murmured. As Millea grew closer to her, the air thickened to an almost suffocating electric thrum. The two elder sorceresses amplifying each other as only soul twins could, a power that was raw and intense. Even Bethianna could feel the choking strength of it, though slightly fainter than the others of the blue. Lauren gripped Lei's hand tighter, their own amplified strength weak compared to that of their maternal ancestor---but joined to the harmony of the blue and gold, still strong. "Then we are ready." Lillian's voice was firmer now, and she looked to Alex with a nod. "It is best if you lie down. The floor will suffice." She motioned to the beige carpet, indicating that the others should clear a space. On the couch, Caleb cradled Sapphire and chewed at the tips of his fingers. This was going to hurt Alex, he knew that. He didn't want to see his uncle in pain, but at the same time---he didn't want to look away either. Tears had already formed in the bottom of his eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. "Thia, you know this will be the last of him?" Millea's voice was strangely soft as she addressed Anna. Bethianna nodded, still clutching the violet crystal between her fingers. "I know," she said. "My work has yielded naught, if this is to be his final purpose---it is more than nothing." Millea nodded, and placed a firm hand to Lillian's shoulder, strengthening the contact between them. Adele stood, alongside Améa and Jezebel, reaching for their hands. A solemn quiet fell over the gathering, circled around Alex as though it were a living funeral---and perhaps it was. Only Bethianna knelt, a hand upon Alex's forehead to monitor his status through the process, and one-by-one the links of the sorceraic chain connected before Lauren's hand rested on Bethianna's shoulder and they were all part of the same machine. With her head tilted down for only Alex to see, Bethianna gave a small smile and murmured words only for him to hear. "Survive, my Alexander. You have more days to conquer yet." Then closing her eyes, she listened to the energy flowing around and through them a moment, before giving the direction. "Begin."
  4. Bethianna couldn't shake the feeling that had hit her so suddenly. One hand rose to her neck, fingers curling about a bright golden chain, lifting the pendant it carried from beneath the collar of her dress. The deep violet stone glimmered between her pale fingers, clutched tight as she tried to gather herself once more. Lillian's gaze drilled into her, waiting answers that Bethianna herself didn't have. But both let it lie for the moment, there were more important things to attend to. Like Alexander parting with his first love. Caleb understood the significance of the gift, his eyes welling up with tears as the guitar was passed over. Did this mean Alex was preparing to not survive? That's what it seemed like, even though he said he would be finding a new guitar... Caleb trembled slightly as he bent down to pick up Sapphire, small hands cradling her delicately and reverently. He nodded solemnly at his task, and hoped he would do Alex proud. "Better get a new ax soon," Caleb mumbled. "Otherwise you can't be in the band." Lillian hid a smile behind her hand, not wanting the young boy to be offended by her amusement. The front door opened, more footsteps approaching down the hall. Adele, then Améa and Lauren. Adele nodded to Cass, gave her a tight smile. "They weren't too much trouble, were they?" she asked. Lauren, still in her Tally uniform, stood to the back of the room--arms folded in protest. Améa, on the other hand, seemed happier and healthier than she had for years. Améa perched herself on the arm of a chair, the room growing fuller by the second.
  5. Bethianna nodded as Alex confirmed his readiness. His answer was acceptable. He had always been like this, though, and she theorised that if anyone in the history of their kind was likely to make it---he would be the one. Caleb skittered back into the room, giving Anna a very wide berth as he did. Bethianna was hardly surprised, any stories Adele had told him were both true and worth his distrust. Bethianna wasn't here to be liked. "Ah, I've done little to be grateful for," Lillian admitted with a wave of her hand. "I merely brought you into this world. It was Thia who ensured you stayed in it." For all her faults, Lillian was not one to take credit for anyone else's work. She knew that if Alex lived it would not be due to her own efforts. Alexander had not been born this strong, she remembered him being so much more fragile. So close to the last of his life, and from a distance Bethianna had ensured that he grew strong enough to manage his own energies even if he didn't know what or how he was doing it. But there was a definite extra glow in the room when he dropped the word "Mamiere". Perhaps a tear in the corner of her eye, she wiped it away before it could catch too much notice. Lillian did not want to be this attached right now. At Alex's bidding, Bethianna moved closer to Cassandra. Their energy was strong. Much stronger than it ought to have been, being of Lillian's line and not her own. Perhaps it was the fae blood interfering, amplifying the feel of their blood. At any rate, the strength was a good thing. With the practiced calm of a doctor, she placed her open palm on Cassandra's stomach. Worlds flashed in front of her eyes, an electric snap of energy---static straight to the heart and radiating out to her fingertips and toes. Bethianna jumped back, caught off guard by the intensity and the weirdness of it. She blinked, and stared from Cass to her hand, uncharacteristically shaken. "Is something amiss, Thia?" Lillian asked. "No---quite the opposite. They are very healthy. Very strong." Anna murmured. "Even so, I would suggest you sit this one out, Cassandra. They are not matured enough to part with their own energies, it is best they keep what they have." She stepped back, a little disoriented and confused. There had been... something. Bethianna wasn't sure what. Something different and suspicious in that burst of energy. It sat on the edge of her awareness like a locked door, a door she'd never seen before and yet now it was all she could see. Covering something she should know, should remember and yet---she didn't. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. Still. The twins were okay. Maybe it had just been an odd effect of the fae blood. Anna couldn't say for sure.
  6. Bethianna entered through the unlocked front door, in time to see a flour-coated Caleb sprint toward the bathroom. He knew the significance of the day, remembered his own acceptance, and knew that Alex was choosing the other side. The dangerous side. The side that meant by the end of the day, he might not have an uncle anymore. Becoming a full wizard had been the most painful experience in his short life, he was worried. He remembered Adele's words the first time he had seen Alex, and felt still that responsibility to protect him, but how could he? All he could do was be here, and help Cass bake a cake. When Adele had suggested him not being in the house, he'd thrown a fit. If it was an end, Caleb wanted to be here. Anna watched the boy go, before walking deeper into the house and to the living room. She was dressed in a long-skirted, long-sleeved dress of deep green - almost the same colour as her eyes. Gold trim and jewellery gave it an ornate look that didn't belong in the modern rurality of Narragyambie, but to somewhere else entirely. It seemed that the majority of her strength had returned, and she was wasting no efforts on altering her appearance. Bethianna knew she would need every drop of energy she could muster, and so the carefully placed lines around her eyes, the stray hair, the comfortably normal imperfections that she used to craft a more acceptable appearance were gone. She looked neither old nor young, a stunning and disconcerting display of perfect and timeless power. "You are certain you are ready?" any sign that this wasn't entirely what Alex wanted, and Anna would pull the pin. If he harboured doubts, they might impede the process---negativity was a dangerous power all of its own, and while Bethianna wasn't confident this would work, Alex's attitude would be the biggest factor. If it could work at all, anyway. Her gaze turned to a corner, staring at the empty space a split second before Lillian came into view there. Alone. "You could not convince Lea?" "She doesn't wish to be found," Lillian replied with a shrug. Bethianna twitched her lips at the lie, but let it be. If Lillian felt she needed to save face over this, it was not important enough to correct. "I am sorry, dear boy. I tried," she added to Alex, before taking a seat to wait for the others. "Have you seen to the twins yet, Thia? Perhaps the boy would like to know something of their future, before... all of this takes its course?" Bethianna shook her head just slightly. "Not yet. But the idea has merit. If Alexander and Cassandra should wish it be so, I will answer any questions I have answers for." She turned her head toward Alex, and then toward the kitchen door. She could feel the energy of the twins from here, and that was a promising sign. To know much more, she would need to be closer.
  7. The details of her origins are as mysterious as the rest of her. Even those closest to her only really know that she came into existence around the same time as Lillian and the rest of the original six, and that she had a soul-twin brother known as the Violet. His very early death left a scar that will never properly heal, but also set her on the path to unlock the secrets of their kind, particularly why male sorceraic were born so much weaker than their female counterparts. Her efforts are yet to bear fruit, but while the remainder of the original six appear to have given up on their male descendants, Anna has not. Over the course of time, she has been known by many names. Her current choice, Bethianna, incorporates a variation on her true name---a nickname her brother called her by, and by which she was largely known in her younger years, "Thia". L'Arine tradition of nicknaming from the end of the name, rather than the start as in English, has led to her name being shortened to "Anna" on occasion, and "Beth" or "Betty" by English speakers with a death wish. She doesn't really allow anyone close enough to use nicknames, and those who do out of turn will soon see the sharp edge of her disapproval. Anna's primary trade is as a healer, nurse or doctor---whatever best fits the situation. Her position as head physician in L'Arindelle allows her access to the most powerful people on the island. She is married to the once-divorced Kheldere DeVylissea, with an adult daughter (Elscia) and step-daughter allegedly from Kheldere's first marriage to Ameliana Athrose, Aellra (Adele DeVylissea). The marriage was purely one of convenience and Anna has no time for Kheldere or her daughter, and denied her daughter the chance to accept her sorceraic blood. When Lillian fell pregnant with a male child, it was Anna who persuaded Lillian to let the boy live and found him a home in the outside world. Knowing that his life would be full of illness, she visited him often under many guises, ensuring he survived without too much pain, though she could not intervene and explain his situation. She dropped in and out of his life like extras in a movie, a firm and healing hand when he needed it. Now that Alexander is aware of his heritage, and her part in his life, she finds herself drawn to Narrie more and more. Her fondness for him baffles even Lillian, who had often been chastised by Anna for getting "too involved" in mortal affairs.
Bethianna DeVylissea
Healer 0
47* year old Pureblood Sorceraic She/Her
Age:  47*
Date of Birth: September 5th, 1971
Birthplace: Unknown
Occupation: Healer
Blood Status: Pureblood
Species: Sorceraic
Player:  ★ Sadrienne
Pronouns: She/Her
Secrets

Almost everything about Bethianna is either secret, or lost to history. She doesn't share her personal information, so even things that aren't particularly sensitive are difficult to know.

General Knowledge

She exists, and that's about it. Bethianna is a face that is seen, but all that people outside of Adele and her family even know who she is. Or what she does. Or where she came from. During her brief time teaching at Tallygarunga in the mid-2000s, she was known for being an intimidating and harsh professor.

Personality

Anna's secretive and logical approach to life often makes her appear cold and unfeeling. She rarely bothers with things that she doesn't feel are worth investment, which---when you're several hundred years old---is most things. Human lives are fleeting and becoming too involved can be perilous. 

She is not an expressive person, keeping herself as difficult to read as possible. Anna feels a responsibility to the natural way of things, and to reveal too much at any time would cause disruptions. Every move that she makes, even the smallest of her gestures, are done with purpose. Bethianna does not waste energy with pointless hand waving, she keeps herself still and composed. 

Strict, and almost brutal in her teaching methods, Bethianna believes strongly in life lessons and learning things the "hard" way. She will never give out answers if they can be found through dedication and hard work, practice and discipline are also regarded highly by her. Anna's sense of loyalty is strong, but to what---she will never say. 

Few things have broken her detachment from the mortal world, but once Bethianna invests her time and efforts into something, she protects it fiercely. Anna is a healer by nature, and a fighter by necessity.

Appearance

Tall, broad shouldered, with pale skin that never tans. On good days she looks younger, when she's tired her skin forms in wrinkles and her appearance dulls. In the past few years she has elected to use an older face in general, but even with visible signs of aging she still presents as strong, vibrant, and powerful.

Her eyes, a deep emerald green, feel as if they can see beyond the mortal realm and into something deeper. Whether they can or not, she will never confirm. Her arms and legs are oddly muscular. Bethianna is far from fragile-looking, between her height and broad, toned physique, she can hold her own in a fight.

Her hair is long, bright copper red, and typically falls in ringlets down past her shoulders. Most often she is seen in green coloured clothing, long sleeves and skirts. Modern styles don't sit well on her, and she almost never wears trousers.

Although Anna has had cause over the years to alter her appearance and style to suit different ages, different purposes, and different eras, she is generally more comfortable in her own otherworldly style.

History

The details of her origins are as mysterious as the rest of her. Even those closest to her only really know that she came into existence around the same time as Lillian and the rest of the original six, and that she had a soul-twin brother known as the Violet. His very early death left a scar that will never properly heal, but also set her on the path to unlock the secrets of their kind, particularly why male sorceraic were born so much weaker than their female counterparts. Her efforts are yet to bear fruit, but while the remainder of the original six appear to have given up on their male descendants, Anna has not.

Over the course of time, she has been known by many names. Her current choice, Bethianna, incorporates a variation on her true name---a nickname her brother called her by, and by which she was largely known in her younger years, "Thia". L'Arine tradition of nicknaming from the end of the name, rather than the start as in English, has led to her name being shortened to "Anna" on occasion, and "Beth" or "Betty" by English speakers with a death wish. She doesn't really allow anyone close enough to use nicknames, and those who do out of turn will soon see the sharp edge of her disapproval.

Anna's primary trade is as a healer, nurse or doctor---whatever best fits the situation. Her position as head physician in L'Arindelle allows her access to the most powerful people on the island. She is married to the once-divorced Kheldere DeVylissea, with an adult daughter (Elscia) and step-daughter allegedly from Kheldere's first marriage to Ameliana Athrose, Aellra (Adele DeVylissea). The marriage was purely one of convenience and Anna has no time for Kheldere or her daughter, and denied her daughter the chance to accept her sorceraic blood. 

When Lillian fell pregnant with a male child, it was Anna who persuaded Lillian to let the boy live and found him a home in the outside world. Knowing that his life would be full of illness, she visited him often under many guises, ensuring he survived without too much pain, though she could not intervene and explain his situation. She dropped in and out of his life like extras in a movie, a firm and healing hand when he needed it. 

Now that Alexander is aware of his heritage, and her part in his life, she finds herself drawn to Narrie more and more. Her fondness for him baffles even Lillian, who had often been chastised by Anna for getting "too involved" in mortal affairs. 

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