Eudora Pascal

Eudora Pascal
Biographical Information
Born	17 November 1983
Died	11 November 2008, 24
City of Birth	Dublin, Ireland
Blood status	Pure-blood
Physical Information
Species	Human
Gender	female
Height	5'6"
Hair Colour	Black
Skin Colour	Fair
Magical Characteristics
Wand(s)
10" Ash wand with Runespoor Fang core; Brittle, with a spiralling vine design burned upon the shaft.
Special Abilities	Metamorphmagus
Education
School	Beauxbatons Academy
Class of	2002
Character Information
Biography
Pam

Eudora is a talented witch who is accustomed to getting what she wants. Often judged by her ability to metamorph, Eudora often overcompensates in her personality with arrogance, bravado and intimidation. Her goal is to physically embody perfection, and to flaunt its inaccessibility to everyone else, making them subject to her rather than the other way around.

Physical Description

As a metamorphagus, Eudora can assume a variety of appearances. Few would recognize her in her true form. Born with the black hair of most Pascals, Eudora combines it with the aquiline Quinn nose and strong cheekbones. At 5'6, she towered over most of the young men, although they often ran from her varying forms than her imposing height. She still maintains a slender form, her creamy skin almost appearing transparent to expose her blue veins. In her true form these features combine to create an almost mousy appearance, belonging between the pages of a book in a dark library corner. She was rarely seen with a smile, generally bearing a cross between a pout and grimace.

This appearance is rarely seen. With the control of her ability, each morning Eudora wakes up and assumes the appearance she wanted instead of what she possessed. After trying different features, Eudora reached her ideal of beauty: a buxom redhead. Her straight black hair curled into itself and subtly changed into a traffic light red. Her face rounded out, taking on a gracious form rather than the sharp horse-face of her youth.

She filled herself out quite nicely, accentuating her feminine features to an almost excessive degree. She became shapely rather than willowy, something that often drew more male admirers than she had ever hoped to gather. Her teeth are also straighter and have brightened to a breath-taking white.

Personality Description

During her early years, Eudora was almost a carbon copy of her mother. Haughty, disdainful, arrogant, but obedient to the family line. There was always a respect for the purity of blood and wealth. As the other girls began to attack her for her odd ability, Eudora began to slip into herself, becoming quite introverted. She built walls to protect her from others and their perception of her. She was a treasure, someone special, but apparently herself and her mother were the only ones who knew that.

As she emerged from puberty, Eudora used her ability to shield herself. She made friends, but friends as a Pascal reaching out to others. Few knew the real Eudora, and even fewer believed a stronger spirit might be hiding within. She learned to manipulate others, not just with her appearance but with her words and actions.

Her years away allowed her to unite her inner strength, previously repressed in the presence of her mother, with her appearance. Her smile softened, her hands grew slightly rougher from actual work, and new experiences allowed her to enjoy life rather than view it as a series of steps to social and financial success. With the shift in ideology after Voldemort's departure, Eudora sought to reinforce her spirit. She sought knowledge no longer to prove herself the very best, or worthwhile, but to find her place in the world. People still exist only to assert one above the other, to establish places in the world. The life of one was from the death of another, and some worked that others like herself might live. And who was she to argue with that? Instead, Eudora took advantage, and lives just as she wishes not caring who might be suffering to bear the weight of her lifestyle. Because the world is all about Eudora Pascal.

History

The Quinn brothers were a riotous bunch though on a sliding scale. Brady, the eldest, was well-known as man hard to keep down; Brannen was often missing and when found was often in a precarious situation; Benjamin, the youngest, was the friendliest and well-liked of the boys. And all three fell in love, albeit in different ways. As for Brannen, he fell more after Brady's tack and fell more than once. His first love, Doreen was the stuff of legend. They were perfect for each other, smitten as could be, at least until Doreen found someone else three years and two children into their marriage. It didn't help that Brannen had also found their housekeeper to be equally as enchanting and malleable during their relationship.

Doreen took the children, as well as the estate. Brannen's fortune was heavily guarded, but everything else was fair game. While he mourned his loss for a year, particularly after she refused to let him see the children, and the courts denied him custody citing his habitual drunken Friday nights. After that year, Brannen acknowledged that he could do better, and wasn't one of the greatest people in the world. But he was himself, and that was all he could ask for. Brannen would often pal around with Brady, sometimes playing "Nip the Nanny" or other less-desirable games upon the local townfolk. After the Nanny became off-limits, Brannen decided to make something of his education at Durmstrang and do something to restore what he had burned away of his wealth.

He opened a pub--The White Pony, and began to use what he had learned in school--mainly vices--to good use. While his brother enjoyed a career in Curse-breaking, Brannen began to dabble in curse-using. He slowly became more involved with the Dark Arts community, and after a few years, the White Pony became a byword for dark deeds. No one with good intentions ever came near after sundown. It was during this time he met the vivacious Genevieve Pascal. While Brannen may have had a rough exterior (a major attractor for Genevieve), his blood ran pure and that was all she really needed. They fell into lust, and once their families ensured each other was appropriate, there was a wedding. Eight months later, and passed off as premature, Brennan was once again called father. Eudora Antoinette Pascal Quinn was born, to the surprise of all, with purple--then blue--then black hair. Her nose subtly switched between as Pascal slope and the aquiline Quinn. The uniting of two pureblood families had resulted in an abundance of magic, all wrapped in little Eudora, the metamorphagus.

As her form settled, both families were in shock. Genevieve was quite proud of her acocmplishment, and immediately set to tracing back the metamorphic gene in her family. Obviously it enjoyed skipping a generation, and there was no doubt in her mind that it belonged to her. Brennan, on the other hand, attributed it to his family's magical heritage in one of the most supernatural countries in the world--Eire. His other children, well, they were from an impure stock as Doreen was admittedly a half-blood. It went unsaid that Brennan would ever attempt to contact them. They were disowned, and his sole preoccupations were Genevieve and Eudora. As time went on, Genevieve took over more and more of the child's education. She doted on the child, rapt by the wee one's ability that was already manifesting. Pushed out of his own home, Brennan spent more time with his family--meaning Brady. He had never been too close to Benjy, particularly after the marriage to another Genevieve. After hearing little Tilly was a squib, Brannen felt even worse. Apparently his child's abundance of magic robbed Tilly of even an ounce of her own, having been born the year after Eudora. The guilt kept him further from his brother, and Brennan spent most of his time back at The White Pony.

Upon their daughter's acceptance to Hogwarts, Genevieve gave him the divorce papers to no one's surprise. He sadly signed, waved goodbye to the little girl who knew him more as Brennan or "That arse," than as Daddy. He was a mere stranger in his daughter's life, who had stopped by for an afternoon's tea then left.

Genevieve often looked upon her daughter as a small pet that was better than everyone else's. At parties, her friends might laud their childrens' accomplishments in music, verse, penmanship, voice or ingenuity--all Genevieve had to do was call out for her little girl. "Oh Eudora," she would often say, "Come out here and show them your little trick." The girl would immediately appear--she had learned from enough corporeal punishment the consequences of dragging her feet--and wrinkle her nose. Enough angry thoughts would turn it into a duck's bill, or a pug's wet nose or the very shape of her mother. It was one of the few aspects she could control at that time. Her mother often sought to educate her, buying books on famous metamorphagi and glamours--she had yet to find an actual person who could tutor Eudora and even then the idea of a foreigner wresting control from Genevieve was quite unappealing. But the education was more so that Eudora could further impress people. The girl's tortured soul at being called a freak, an outsider or an alien by the other children was of no concern to Genevieve. "They're just jealous of you because you're special," her mother would coo.

Beauxbatons was no kinder to her, and she was forced to learn book magic and spells on top of controlling her powers. One day red hair, the next black with purple eyes and drooping lips. She was often mocked, and the fringe groups that thought of her as 'cool' only dared to worship her from afar. However, the spring of her first year at Beauxbatons heralded the greatest moment of her life. The skipping gene had ruined her chances for a mentor, but at Beauxbatons, a new professor by the name of Julianne McGivens answered her cry. Teaching her how to sort out her emotions and manipulate them finally gave Eudora the peace she needed. She learned control, no longer changing as wanton as her emotions, Eudora could meditate and calm her mind. She worked over the summer with the professor, although supervised by her mother. Often Genevieve would interrupt the sessions with comments as "Why don't you do this? Why can't you look like that? Finally we can get rid of that horrid blemish you inherited from that arse." Metamorphing finally enabled Genevieve to have her dream--the perfect daughter. Halfway through the summer, Genevieve banished the professor and decided to take her daughter under wing. Now that Eudora could somewhat control herself, Genevieve would finish teaching her how to be a real lady. The impromptu lessons of etiquette, style and poise from her younger years came back with a vengeance.

Eudora's second year was the start of her life. She was a Pascal, as enrolled, but now one in body as well as blood. With puberty enhancing her powers, Eudora Pascal emerged a buxom redhead, gracious as an iron-fisted queen. She gathered her admirers and formed a cult, embracing them rather than running from them as her mother now suggested. She had advantages, wealth and the purest blood running through her veins. It was time she stopped behaving like a snivelling brat and use them. Education became a secondary priority as Eudora grew more and more like her mother--a vixen. The emergence of the Dark Lord saw a division amongst the schools, particularly after she returned from the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. Why she wasn't chosen was beyond her knowledge and a travesty of the event. With the end, she learned the reason. It wasn't a true tournament but rather the announcement of the Dark Lord. While she was somewhat still pissed about the chosen champioin, Eudora moved on.

With this news, Genevieve changed her plans. Their family was pure for a reason, and it was by certain members aligning themselves with the powers at hand. Genevieve chose to do this, knowing her daughter would be a magnificent offering for the side of their Lord. Upon seeing her mother's new dark mark, Eudora was torn between seeking her mother's protection (for she knew that the Dark Lord punished his followers as well as his enemies for wrongdoing) but also pride in her accomplishment in taking a side.

The Dark Lord's preoccupation with Hogwarts, however, was frustrating particularly when there was so much Eudora was able to do with Beauxbatons. With the great battle, Eudora merely shook her head at the results. Nearly the same age as Mr. Potter, Eudora was distressed by the Dark Lord's obsession and failure. Fortunately, Genevieve chose not to take part in the battle. The Dark Mark almost burned through to her soul, but she refused, instead exerting her social influence upon the French government in order to prepare for his arrival. But his arrival never came. Genevieve's distance from the attack enabled her to continue her lifestyle outside the bleak cells of Azkaban unlike many of her comrades.

The lack of focus among others did not lessen Eudora's devotion towards studying the dark arts. While other members of their family chose to go against the old ways, Eudora and her mother spent their days discussing the true powers of magic, and their right as purebloods to access it. Despite it being often assumed as a castle of beauty over brawn, Beauxbatons had quite the library. French inclinations towards decadence resulted in an abundance of spells to deceive, bewitch and ensnare. Eudora's natural abilities to assume various appearances only enhanced her skill with the spells. She maintained excellent grades in charms and transfiguration. Creatures class was intriguing, but herbology and potions were her weaknesses. She cared less about working with her hands than working with her wand.

Upon graduation, Eudora was accepted into a prestigious study by the Société pour l'Avancement de l'Exploration Magique--SALM on the influence of blood on an individual's propensity for magic. After a year, Eudora grew disenchanted with their methods. While Genevieve encouraged the work, Eudora knew they only wanted her for her ability. It was a parlor trick all over again, and Eudora left in order to be taken more seriously. She left their manor in Paris, choosing instead to study more obscure magics, those unruled by academies and societies. If she was to be treated differently for her ability, she would find others like herself. For the first time, Eudora refused to ask her mother's permission--she left for Albania without a word. If the Dark Lord had found it an appropriate starting point, it had to hold some deep secret. She spent two years in the deep, dank forest studying villages of superstitious townfolk. She met more vampires than she ever cared for, and barely escaped with her life twice. But she learned.

After exploring Eastern Europe, Eudora made her way towards the Orient and Mère Russie. A six month study with Madame Akinowa yielded an appreciate and competence for the art of acupuncture as well as a greater appreciation for her ancestors. Eudora began to appreciate her gift, and while exploring the cultures of monk wizards of the Himalayans, she began to appreciate her gift and thus herself. Independent from her mother, Eudora attempted various lifestyles, that of the Geisha, of the mountainwoman, of the pickpocket--one of her favorites. Crime was so simple, especially as a metamorphagus! After two years with the mystics, Eudora returned to Western Europe.

Upon her return to her mother's home, Eudora found a changed woman. She was seeing another dark musician, and talk of marriage was again in the air. After Eudora left, she became useless to Genevieve and the woman began seeking another extension of the Pascal lineage. An array of suitable marriages were lined up for Eudora's perusal, and Genevieve herself was found pregnant once more. Eudora was merely to be shuffled back into aristocratic society and made to settle down. It was distasteful to her, and Eudora left the manor after feeling displaced by her imminent replacement.

Armed with an assurance of her own identity as forged during her travels, Eudora traveled to London to find just what was so enchanting about the place. Picking pockets and running smaller scams, Eudora managed to live as she pleased. Disenchanted with high society, she sought to create a new place for herself within the lower, darker masses. The dark arts community was still traversing the void left by Voldemort's reign, and it was time for someone to fill it.