Juniper Fiyero

[juniper fiyero]

JUNIPER RHAELLA FIYERO

Basics;;

FULL NAME: juniper rhaella fiyero
NICKNAME(S): june, juni
AGE/D.O.B.: twenty five, november 20th
HOUSE: former slytherin
IDEOLOGY: she’s a pureblood who was raised to be kind. she has no ill-feelings toward halfbloods, and loves the muggle world.
JOB: sanctuary owner and main caretaker of mythological creatures
WAND: willow wood, dragon heartstring core, 15”
BROOM: wind wisp
PLAYBY: cindy kimberly

Personality;;

LIKES: animals, foraging, coffee and chais, apple pie, springtime, fine point pens, flavored chapsticks, thrifting, gardening, aged wine, overnight adventures, treehouses, dark teals, otters, handwriting letters, dragon scales, collecting rocks
DISLIKES: traditional values, muggle religion, those who seek to destroy the mythological creatures, sensorship, changes in plans, being alone in the dark
STRENGTHS: apothecary work, herbology, horseback riding, the art of persuasion, deeply feeling (intuitive), her way with animals & creatures alike
WEAKNESSES: symptoms of adhd & bpd, astigmatism, shuts down during high tension situations, dyslexic, occasional sleep paralysis issues
AMORTENTIA: the ocean, patchouli, freshly baked bread, vanilla candles, dewey grass, gasoline
PATRONUS: a horse; juniper’s fondest childhood memory, and one she holds dear to her heart, was helping her father with his stables growing up. she often sketched the foals as they traipsed the fields behind their house.
BOGGART: losing the right to keep her creatures.
MIRROR OF ERISED: end the stigma around mythological creatures and help others understand them as the muggles do with their animals.

Personal Life;;

NATIONALITY: northern england
BIRTH-PLACE: northumberland
PARENTS: kjartan fiyero & lyanna fiyero (nee la roux)
SIBLINGS: 4 brothers; vander fiyero, abraxas fiyero, seven fiyero, augustine fiyero -
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: n/a
HISTORY: born a heiress to famous winemaker (and wizards) empire, juniper had two loving parents who worked tirelessly their entire lives to have all the wealth and happiness they did. the youngest of five, and the only girl, she was doted on by every member of the family. it was no surprise that she was the baby of the family. unlike most socialites, though, the fiyero - la roux family had an appreciation for the working class, and taught their kids good values in life. juniper’s mother was a herbologist who attended hogwarts where she met her father, a quidditch player for slytherin. it was to no one’s surprise when she was sent her invitation, where she gladly accepted, and had the greatest 7 years of her life learning about the mythological creatures and potions. after graduation, she initially wanted to become a teacher, but a call from a friend in the heart of russia begged for her skills at his sanctuary, and she couldn’t resist. juniper ended up helping him rescue and rehabilitate many creatures before her mentors untimely death just two years ago — leaving the entire sanctuary to her. with the help of her family & some friends, she relocated everything to england in the beautiful county of northumberland, able to expand and not only house/help creatures, but many muggle realm animals, too! juniper took a liking to horses, deciding to make a small homestead. she travels a lot these days, being recruited by the wizarding schools for uniform cleaning and repair along with leatherwork.

This lovely character is being played by elodie/juniper! elodie has been roleplaying for 11+ years, and play none yet on this site. elodie lives in the eastern daylight! time zone, and you can reach them by discord or pms!

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: from an equine rp i’m on dont @ me

argemmon never missed a beat when it came to her, it was something she thought of often. how so many replaced her absence with distance, but not him. there was love, though sometimes quiet as the night, something that she dedicated herself to as deeply as protecting the islands themselves. the veils he saw past were the masks of a faceless woman; her line of work came with a price, didn’t it? her morality, the filly she once was, sat encased in rose thorns and venom the second her title was bestowed on her. she was smiling watching the glint of childhood that brewed in his eyes. “avoiding you? never,” he’d said, causing a soft huff to erupt in her throat. but suddenly, her ears were forward, listening close and unsure of what she was expecting. she caught the way the worry seemed to dissipate in his face, and she saw the weathering of age turn to something gentle.

“i understand the importance of your work beyond the shores, but — i do miss you when you’re gone.”

asami felt a shift in the tension of her muscles. she followed his eyes, and it was like time slowed. the spider could almost hear their laughter from all those times they danced in the belly of the cay, and the exhaustion she’d felt just moments prior washed away when argemmon reached for her. turning just slight and leaning closer, asami pressed her maw to his and exhaled a deep sigh. this time, it wasn’t anguish, it was something like hopefulness. against her pride, the petite mare extended the gesture to then rest her forehead into his, the black silks of forelock trickling down his face. as if to say; ”you are my cousin by blood, and you are my brother by choice.”

returning to her own bubble, attention back to reality, her brain quieted. like a switch, asami’s brain flickered through the last few months at high speed. so many conversations, so many dealings between one another, where to begin? things were changing. if anything, she knew that. her lupine eyes fell in the direction of the mainland, and when she spoke, something in her tone had changed. still, she felt far more comfortable, but there was a grave undertone. “there is much to talk about,” asami noted. “something is amiss on the archipelago and my concern for irulan remains. nandalie was nowhere to be found on the mainlands, nor has he returned to her. she will be due any day, argo, if she’s not dropped already.” there were talks everywhere on the what could’ve beens, but the spider knew better than to hang onto breadcrumbs. “he survived the crossing, i know this for sure.”