xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ:Gryffindor xxxYᴇᴀʀ/Class Of:Third/2073 xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ:Student xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ:Space Princess
xxxCʟᴜʙs ᴀɴᴅ Sᴘᴏʀᴛs: xxxxx⇾ Art of the Sword xxxxx⇾ Dueling Club xxxxx⇾ Wanderlust Society
xxxAᴄᴄᴏʟᴀᴅᴇs: xxxxx⇾ xxxxx⇾ xxxxx⇾
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Independent Ever since a young age, Caoimhe was a do-it-yourself person. She started dressing herself as a toddler, then moved on to handling her homework solo, to doing just about everything herself. xxxxx⇾Unique Caoimhe values being different from everyone else and standing out. That often reflects in her clothing choices, but also appears in her everyday behavior. It's hard to predict what she's into. xxxxx⇾Honest To a brutal extent. She will just blurt out what she perceives to be the truth and that sometimes gets her into trouble. But you can trust her to give good advice because she's not likely to sugar coat anything. xxxxx⇾Impulsive Always looking to do new things, Caoimhe is likely to abandon something if it gets boring. She makes rash decisions and enjoys being unpredicatable. xxxxx⇾Daring She's one to jump into dangerous situations without thinking about the consequences and is likely to be at the front line of anything dangerous. She enjoys the adrenaline rush of putting herself in harm's way. xxxxx⇾Headstrong Her assertive nature makes it hard to realize she might be wrong about something. She's usually convinced that it's her way or the highway and that sometimes makes her seem abrasive.
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ To explore space xxxxx⇾ Discover a lost city
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Lightning xxxxx⇾ Mannequins
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx xxxCaoimhe was born at Dublin's Rotunda Hospital, the second child of Caolán & Naomh Shanahan and the younger sister to Seoirse. Her father Caolán is a Muggleborn who became a cursebreaker, while her mother Naomh is a Pureblood who works for the Ministry as a prosecuting attorney. Her older brother Seoirse is boring, preferring to read instead of playing outside. As a young kid, Caoimhe cemented herself as an active child. Her parents started her in football to keep her active, but she got bored with that and she swapped to gymnastics. That didn't hold her attention either, but what really kept it was softball. She was also fascinated with Quidditch and was excited to be able to fly and play. When she was eight years old, she was playing in their local park when it started to rain. That didn't bother her, but what did was when she was almost struck by lightning. This even sparked her fear of lightning. When her brother got his Hogwarts letter, Kee was jealous and she waited with bated breath for her eleventh birthday, when she finally received her letter. xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxCaoimhe was excited for the trip to Hogwarts and did her best to make a ton of friends on the train. When she got to school, she was sorted into Gryffindor and immediately befriended everyone there. She tried out for Quidditch but didn't make the main team. Unfortunately her preferred position was taken by both Captain and Vice Captain. Kee still picked on her brother a whole bunch throughout the school year. Though when the Scrimmage match came up, she still asked him for advice. She played in the match and did well in the game. xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
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