Name : Legally: Diodoros Liakos Chosen: Damara Liakos
Gender : Non-operated Male to Female Transgender
Blood Status : Pureblood
Age / DOB : 12, August 20th
Current School Year : Held back; First Year repeating
House : Sorting Hat has not sorted
Occupation : Student
Pet: Konstanitos (or Kons for short) is her ophiotaurus familiar. A powerful magical creature pulled from the Crete Planes (a plane of existence hidden in a cave on Crete where only the magical can enter). Having the front half of a black bull and from the hips down having the winding and wavering striated scaled tail of a ohia snake Konstanitos carries the might and mysticism of the Greeks. But yet he is only yet the size of a babe, roughly two and a half tall from the hooves and seven and a half feet long. He may be young but he already weighs over 90 pounds. His horns are only a few inches long but can do damage when used in a full charge.
Kons behavior to Damara is protective but his nature is mixed of that of a bull and a venomous snake. When he sees Damara hurt, he sees red and will more than likely attack whatever threat is seen hurting his master. The snake side of him makes him vindictive and thus will lash out at anyone that has harmed her from this source of emotion. But the bull side keeps him calm in many other situations, people can touch him and he hardly moves or doesn’t react at all. However he has connected to Damara and picked up her prejudice of muggle-born. Kons will actively pull his body away from muggle-born or use his serpent tail to yank their hand away from him.
He likes and doesn’t mind the company of the mistress he follows, but large crowds of people make him antsy. His loyalty and serpentine/bullish natures of sharp protectiveness keep him close; but it won’t be without some antics of displeasure.
Konstanitos is a magical creature and thus acts in a more conventional means of a traditional familiar than the average familiar does. He lacks the basic needs to eat or drink, but still sleeps. He also ages and grows only as Damara’s magical potency does. By the time she has master her magic within Hogwats Konstanitos will be a very large companion.
Konstanitos’ frame is already boxy and long. He is a physically powerful and durable familiar. In time he could even be ridden. But his shape will become cumbersome and many places will become unavailable to him due to his large size. Already there are times Damara must leave him elsewhere for a time because of this.
Appearance : Damara is the poster girl of Grecian heritage. A young girl of 4’10” she is hard to forget when she cast her stormy olive eyes someone’s direction. Narrow cat shaped eyes lined with a simple eyeliner and mascara to extender her lashes bolden the color and fascinating interest her historic eyes hold. The brows are far apart, petite and gently arc, making her face look more open and approachable. Damara’s hair is a wild wavy dance of brown hair often held in a low hanging chignon, accessorized by twisted coils on the sides wove loosely into the bun. Her natural texture of hair is almost frizzy, but every wild strand translates to an exotic charm rather than becoming a rat nest of locks.
Dangling on her ears from small sterling silver hooks are diminutive teardrops of rose quarts that are very clear and of more refined rock. Lips are small, her nose is small, straight, with faired up nostrils. Her blooming pear shaped figure is developing to endow her with supple thighs, wide hips, a thin frame and averaged sized chest. Certainly, her walk unintentionally has a swagger that swings her hips from her narrow waist. Overall, Damara brings to Hogtwarts new blood that has never walked its halls before. This young golden skinned girl brings something fascinating wherever she goes: herself.
Personality : Birthed into the Liakos house of Grecian prominence and wizarding power gave Damara strong elitist tendencies that make the center of her social etiquette. Her heart is compassionate and while her prejudices bar her from being close with those of lesser blood, she has not been able to ignore their humanity and personhood. This coexists with Damara’s thoughts of superiority quite strangely. On one hand the girl will think or speak of muggle born people in some lukewarm positive light but not shed any concern for their pain. Pain done unto muggle-born or muggles gives the Liakos child the sense of pleasure and community. The separation of ‘us’ and ‘them’ is very important to her for she yearns to be connected to other pure bloods for comfort and for validation of her ability to overcome her ‘failure’. Damara’s heart welcomes helping those of her pure blood community but there are times she won’t go out of her way to offer this help because of only having mild interest or she doesn’t like to interfere unless directly asked. Raised rich, Damara likes expensive things over sentimental things and enjoys being lavished or adorned with trinkets and other materialistic delights.
Her religious beliefs encircle the pagan upbringing of the Olympians. Her Greek paganism is a key component to her happiness and she prays to all the gods equally – or as situation demands based on the domains of those she’s seeking intervention from. Her religion runs deep with her magical spirituality. They are not the same, but Damara could not see a world of magic without also the gods existence to somehow fit in how magic came to be.
The large and expansive history of Greek paganism instilled inside of her some less than positive traits. From the gods and goddesses and from her culture surrounding them Damara was raised to see women as lesser. Perhaps in not overt ways – but a man is much more able to exert his will, a man leads a house. When Damara is challenged she may well turn to a male figure in a sort of submission if the situation is over her head or challenges her wits far too much. It is not an extreme thought: women have their own power, but it is different than a man’s and if ever clashed – men would win. She strives to be the best woman she can be and continues to challenge herself to know her new ‘place’ in social interaction. Her ‘failure’ has been forcing her to relinquish some avenues of power she once thought she had.
The recent events of the Liakos family in the past generation have also given her an open mind to the advance science Muggles have come to create. This tool, science, is something Damara righteously feels would be much better in the hands of pure blood families. Science has its own sort of potency and it generates a sense of respect in her. She is aware her family has become more fused with the idea of science and magic coming together – she welcomes it finding no other family more prepared and worthy of this unity than the Liakos house.
The Grecian is loyal to her family for she is truly surprised in their acceptance of her and her ‘failure’. Her understanding of ‘unconditional love’ is warped for she takes their disheartened and distant connection as a sincere form of love in the starkly dark alternative of being exiled from all ties to the family. If asked, she would say she loves her family. If asked, even as her family rarely speaks to her, no longer hugs her or kisses her and often her celebratory life moments are skipped over, she would say her family loves her. They tolerate her and it is all she could ask. But this family distance is what subconsciously drives her to fill in the void with larger pure blood community and interaction.
Her ‘failure’ is her transition from male to female. It is a loss of power, and an insult to her family as she was the first-born boy. This carries in her heart as a debt she owes to the Liakos name and it is why she is so grateful for what acceptance she has miraculously kept. Her dysphoria is a large weakness in her psyche. Her genitals make her intensely uncomfortable and ridicule about them or her general transition are sure ways to chip at her and provoke her to shame.
Damara’s anger is a characteristic her wand has attuned with and it is noteworthy. Her anger spikes when her sense of materialistic comfort is challenged, when muggles challenge their position in the larger spectrum of the world, or when people mock her family or the Greek gods. Her anger maneuvers her language to be harsher and critical and if something breaks into violence – if it’s a girl she will fight with all her might – if it’s a boy she may give up very quickly in fear of sure loss.
Her magic has recently become unusually unreliable and this situationally can also anger her or humiliate her: usually both.
Virtues/Strengths : Tenaciousness; belief in her beliefs; genetically modified blood with very powerful potential* (see History); selflessness to the chosen; appreciation for what she is given; powerful family background, and beauty.
Flaws/Weaknesses : Her various prejudices; her expectation to be receiving things; her unnaturally high chance of spell failure* (see Wand); her anger; and her unhealthy ability to submit to men.
History : Diodoros was born in a Greek rife with economic power, creative prosperity, and communal religious zeal. The Liakos family welcomed the next generation of pure blood wizards with the dawning of their firstborn son. As any father and mother would be, Basilius and Calandra were proud – surely expecting the pattern of their comfortable lives repeating and continuing the greater Liakos cycle through his upbringing and eventual rise into fatherhood himself. The Grecian world, magic and mundane, was Diodoros to have and his to rule in time. The Liakos had extended family infiltrate the political aspects of the mundane nation and it was the surviving house of age in the national magical community.
Diodoros never felt the pressure of his Athens’ spanning lineage on his shoulders. He was unusually quiet and less physical for a boy but he did grasp the idea of power and supremacy in a near natural level early on. Didoros was given the pleasures and comforts of the mundane and magical world, splendor and entertainment a button press, a finger swipe or a wand flick away at a time. Basilius would connect him to his magical roots through explorations of The Crete Planes. The hidden, other, Greece that lay overlapped the mundane one. The world where the mythology and religious scripture were truly alive. The monsters and the magical people of the gods lived in this magical place and it locked Diodoros devotion to the gods from youth.
He trained, fighting the mixed beasts, and the monstrosities often preached. And he studied culture with the Satyrs or the like; his best lessons of magic use and personal growth in his boyhood were with his father in these divine etched lands. While in ways an internally kept and quiet child, Diodoros was raised with no problem and sent to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Such powerful and beautiful Grecian blood had come and gone to this academy since its creation in the mid 1300s. The Liakos are a major donor to the school and a favored family of deep roots to the prestigious French institute.
Diodoros’ welcome was warm and overtly accommodating. He could see lines of his family portraits throughout the school among the other long standing families in Beauxbatons. The academy was a living history and promise: he would rise here and become another portrait here in future decades. Something went awry, maybe it was the pressure, maybe it was something inside of him that drove him – Diodoros couldn’t answer. Something happened the moment he set foot in the boy’s dormitory. Something happened when girls were starting to flirt with him, biting at their lips and rubbing the hemlines of their skirts. Diodoros felt a disgust and fear twisted in depression. Unquantifiable dark emotions unlike he had ever felt his entire life were coming to his heart at full force. The greater the separation of boys and girls, the worse his mind fell. Everything was set before him, teachers ready to personally tutor him, boys who looked up to him, girls who wanted to date him. Everything was supposedly right but Diodoros slid further and further into isolation.
At the end of first term and by the beginning of the second he was turning reclusive. His grades were declining as his mental state pulled him from focus. He fought through, told this dark secret to no one for fear of shame or worse – exile. His family is one of pure blood and pure people, rife with instances of complete and total exile of those unable to properly manage the Liakos name. He lacked the ability to put on an act and his peers noticed. From admiration to concern, to distance and hesitation. His appearance fell in their eyes the further he looked more and more vacant, and scared. His peers pulled away, teachers looked at him with bewilderment. Yet no one took action.
Until in third term Diodoros attempted to drown himself in the bathtub. His mental state was instantly mailed to his family and he was put on watch until his family picked him up. He never finished the school year. He failed first year.
The carriage ride returning to Greece is one of his most powerful memories. Sitting across from him his father and mother staring at him quietly all the while all he could think of was the fate of his great uncle Cristo – the latest family member in history exiled from the Liakos name. His name was rarely mentioned in family gatherings but Diodors heard enough: he lost his money, his contacts, and was almost thrown out of Greece entirely. The youth had no wish for this to become his fate.
Back home he was to take mandatory therapy sessions. Such a vulnerability to expose his emotions and talk about the toxic feelings he felt reduced him to tears more than his ego could proudly endure. His therapist in time gave him a sealed letter, instructed to read with his mother and father.
He was suffering from gender dysphoria.
A letter read out loud to his mother and father stating clearly his own mind was physiologically resistant to being male. Trembling voice and quivering lips muttered the words and his eyes stared dazed at a realization thrown upon him. The silence choked him, his parents took the letter and left him to his room. He was left only with the servants – even denied the presence of his younger brother Erastos. Isolation.
Basilius came in a day later with a paternal fury. He insisted his son prove, truly, that he could not face the man he was to become. He took his son to the Crete Planes and up to Boeotia, modern day Voiotia. To where the infamous Pool of Narcissus existed. A bog that was far too beautiful and clear. In the crystal water Diodoros could see the decomposing corpses of those foolish enough to look at the reflection.
Basilus told him he was to walk upon the edge, past all reason, and look to his reflection. Diodoros saw nothing but a walk of death; even if his father pulled him away legend spoke of the narcissistic obsession that would forever hold the mind. He panicked but his father cast upon him The Imperius Curse taking away the sense of fear and free will. Diodoros approached the dead laden waters, fell to his knees and looked down to the boy who was looking back. Basilius was stupefied as he was left watching his son begin to weep at what he saw and fall away from the Pool of Narcissus.
Diodoros was taken away from the deathly place, heartbroken but his mind intact. Diodoros’ tears and resistance to the might of the pool’s allure unearthed a magical beast that had been hiding in its depths for safety. A young ophiotaurus had kept itself nestled away and now found its young self staring at the firstborn of Liakos in fascination, compassion and respect for what he had been able to do. While the magical beast was young, it felt a bond with Diodors – finding him to be an exceptional mortal even if he couldn’t see it yet. A sort of intuition the creatures of myth harbored inside of them led the ophiotaurus to approach Diodors and wrap his serpent tail around him comfortingly.
It was a sign of fortune if any that Basilius nor Diodors could ignore and so the leading figure of house Liakos took his broken child, and his new companion away to return home.
There was no reunion with his family until his parents walked into his bedroom with a stranger. A stranger with familiar features and color of skin. It turned out, apparent from the moment Diodoros saw this man, that he was more than what the unknown presumed. He was the son of Cristo, welcomed back into the Liakos family for his scientific endeavors on Mars. His efforts ensured the Liakos family had permanent residence on the colonized planet – making the Liakos the first magical family to settle on the alien planet. This person of remarkable feats was his 2nd cousin, Alfio; and was to help him with his condition.
“Help how?” Diodors asked in this meeting, but his mother only insisted that he trust Alfio.
Transmogrify had the nuance able to help Diodoros reshape himself. It was a taboo use of the magic but Alfio promised he would help to the best of his ability – as family. A week passed and Diodoros saw his therapist again, this time they used female pronouns. She was challenged to find a name for herself, and her therapist had a specialty for magics of the mind. Together they navigated the cerebral until Damara was fished out from the deeper levels of her consciousness. Strangely she never felt so at comfort with herself, if only for a short time in front of her therapist. The outside world made her uncomfortable, until Alfio presented the first potion she would need to drink. A series of four, across a span of four months. Each potion would initiate a series of changes until her body would be complete.
Damara did not pause to drink the concoction of red and tan. Chunky with the hint of copper metal, the physical pain it would instill in her never entered her awareness until she swallowed. Over the summer her body reshaped; she cried when her bones would break and unbind, and she would whimper when they rapidly healed. Muscle, fat, bone, all her contents contorted and evolved. Near bedridden her younger brother often stared at her. The disgust Damara saw in Erastos’ eyes was understandable and when his eyes fell on her she looked away. She took away his brother.
She named her familiar Konstanitos in this time of forced docile reflection. They kept close, the mystical beast and the newly developed girl. In times Damara tried using her magic unusual events happened and her relationship to it drastically changed; she became ashamed. It was notciable by her family and yet again expecting another form of exile – her 2nd cousin helped her once again with his sciences, creating a wand unlike any she’d seen before. A beautiful and powerful thing. Still her magic was tarnished to a degree, mysteriously but her parents seemed to dismiss it as part of her transition. (Unknowingly Alfo has put in a blood mix genetically intended to alter her DNA in some way called Purist Blood).
Her transition is taunted before her, as her parents helped her physically appear female but did not proceed to fund her magical or mundane operation to give her sexual reassignment surgery. Nor did they proceed with any legal documentation to change her name to Damara despite the legal paperwork from her therapist. And as such Damara is stuck in limbo and being promised if she can be reintroduced into school and do well as both a student and as a lady, they would change her name and maybe give her the operation. Damara paled at the thought of returning to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic but instead they had another idea: Hogwarts.
Magic Level : 1* (See Wand)
Wand : The Vouves Crystal Wand - Damara’s wand is made of compressed carbon extracted from the Olive tree of Vouves; the oldest tree in Greece. This clear crystal is shaped in the sharp tip of a sauroter. 10” long, the crystal is stained slightly red for it has been offered Damara’s blood to make the crafted wand attuned to her alone. It is very ridged but its crafted nature doesn’t necessarily reflect Damara.
Down its center from hilt to the tip is a cylinder space sealed inside. It glows a dim neon coquelicot color. The color is generated from the magical glow of Martian sand kept inside The Vouves Crystal Wand. Each time Damara casts a spell with the wand is flashes brightly and quickly fades. The Martian sand feeds off her anger and when she angers the wand can glow brighter of its own accord, taunting to be used. If she denies it too many times in a row it becomes warm to the touch.
The Vouves bark has lost its natural ability to attune to a wand user when it was altered into its crystal molecular structure. This is why she was required to donate her blood for it to soak in. It now has loyalty for any of her blood type – they must of the Liakos house and this wand was made after she was injected with the Purist Blood, making her blood type unnaturally unique to her alone. It thus, only serves her.
Should another Liakos of Purist Blood take The Vouves Crystal Wand it will serve them without resistance. The olive tree bark is known for its calming agent and this is what keeps the Martian sand a controlled magical core. The crystal is a focus for Damara’s magic reducing her ineptitude of spell crafting greatly.
Without this wand Damara’s spell failure is 50%, this wand reduces it to 25%.
The Vouves Crystal Wand is a one of a kind, bringing science and magic together in an unprecedented way. The crystal is extremely durable and would take the greatest circumstances to break.
Martian sand is a powerful alien component from the surface of the planet itself. The magic of the planet derives directly from Ares, god of war. Its sands are filled with the energies of conflict and bloodlust. In conventional wands it will make spells more violent and draw blood from targets very easily (the calming effect of the olive crystalized bark canceled out this effect from Damara’s wand). It can possibly also catch the wand on fire if the user denies using it in too many instances of anger. It gets hotter and hotter until the bark would combust.
When angry, Martian sand empowers magic to be 3x as potent. Pushing the limits of a spell beyond belief. In The Vouves Crystal Wand this is true but as Damara’s magic improves, by year 6 it can empower a spell to be 6x as potent because of the focusing effect of the carbon crystal. (To be clear: When the empower spell is used, the Martian sand feeds off her anger, draining it from her. Her active fiery state of anger will fade after the spell - a sort of emotional exhaustion that may leave her irritated but her angers die down to an ember. And it would take a few hours for her emotional exhaustion to fade to be furious again. Only in the greatest extremes of adrenaline rush *life or death for example* could she cast two to three spells back to back in this empowered state)
In conventional wands, the Martian sand would not attune to anyone who was docile, serene, or not violent. If used by such persons it would not only not work, it would cut their hand and/or wrist deeply (The calming effect of the olive crystalized bark has also canceled out this element of the sand).
Patronus : N/A
Specialties : Damara is quick to learn languages as she's already multilingual (Greek, French, English)
For 5/6 yrs: OWL Classes : N/A
For 7 yrs: NEWT Classes : N/A
For Adults: NEWTs earned : N/A
Damara Liakos - Slytherin 1st Year
Originally Posted by Minkasha to Clyde
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She does come from a very well-to-do family, and is the poster child for a 'proper' pureblood daughter (aside from the firewhisky habit, which few are aware of) so Damara might well see her as the kind of girl she 'should' ally herself with, for appearances sake. (Being a 'proper' lady and all that.)
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