Amatsuno Akira-McDougal

get ready for a wild ride

better take your time baby
get back to the basics.

Nickname: Matty
Age: 13, September 15th
Nationality: Japanese-Irish
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Barely Bisexual.
Status: None Available
Student or adult: Student
Face Claim: Ami-Ichiki
Blood Status: Half-Blood

Defining Features Milk colored freckles on dark skin; Molten emerald eyes.
Extra Appearance: Emerald. Molten, bright, shining emerald eyes. Eyes that pierce, eyes that are too deep for their own good. Hauntingly jeweled emerald eyes with stars trapped inside. This is a common sentiment among those who see Matty for the first time. In the right illumination her eyes seem to glow but that is simple a trick of the light nothing more. The effect though is obvious, like the moon in the sky the contrast between her body and her eyes makes them appear larger and expansive than the actual truth of them. Matty’s rounded heart shaped face further works to frame them like a red wood rectangle works to enhance a Rembrandt or a Da Vinci flavored in the verdant, jade or myrtle. Though her nose seems to have been added in afterthought it has geared a potentially gorgeous face towards the cute and adorable side instead. Not so much of a loss but an even trade in many respects. It may be that her nose was not an afterthought but her hair was instead. It is perhaps the most unremarkable thing on her body, straight, black and barely a natural gloss. With it comes the most obvious sign of her Japanese heritage other than light squinting slant of her eyes.

She staggers many further with a sight dark muted maroon skin for those who get past the pools of her eyes. Her soft silk like skin and tone, as it shines a iridescent white under harsher light, it is hardly natural. However, with the way the girl wears it, many mistake it to be so and can appreciate it equally. But further inspection would reveal a flaw easier seen in less harsh light of candles or a lamp. Sprayed across her skin in a waterfall like effect are milky white freckles which mar her visage only in the slightest. They then condense along the sides of her ears and hair line and rain across her arms, dripping down her waist and on to her legs. Everywhere else they are much more sparse but easily discernible with keen eye and opportunity.

Despite her age, puberty has failed her in many more ways than her own aspiring intellect. Instead of growing curves and gaining an exotic beauty that should be hers by right and from birth of mixed parentage, she has been left flat and plain but not without something of her own making. Where she lacks obvious signs of womanhood or height for that matter she has managed to offset with hard work. With slight muscular build that may have ultimately attributed to her barren adolescence, Matty has been gifted with the toned marks of a martial artist and a tomboyish beauty that has been exaggerated by the force of her own personality and nature.

However lacking her physical physical may appear, they are anything but. Where plainness hides strength she gains in stealth and the underestimation by those who would do her harm by verbal or physical assault. Where size grants meager stature of authority and childishness, she gains in agility and speed. Matty is anything but weak. One day perhaps she’d have both beauty of the idols of her homeland and wild form of a master martial artist, but for now neither one is anything but a dream. For now Matty is Matty, the smallest one of her year at Hogwarts.

make a good impression
Personality is Key

[character name] Likes
At least 5

• Inventing spells.
  
• Experimental enchantments
  
• All forms of Erotica and Martial arts films, novels, anime and manga.
  
• Transfiguring clothes.
  
• Daydreaming
  
• Tea, the drink of the civilized people.
  
• Baths
  

[character name] Dislikes
at least 5

• Mirrors
  
• Mirrors
  
• Mirrors
  
• Rejection.
  
• Coffee.
  
• Other people’s expectations.
  
• The need for shoes and socks.
  
• The restrictions of being young.
  
• The cold
  

Goals
At least 3

• World Domination if she can fit into her schedule
  
• World Peace if she can’t dominate it.
  
• Trying to figure out why things keep on exploding damn it!
  

Fears
At least 3

• That she’ll never find someone
  
• Mirrors
  
• That Key will one day take over.
  

Secrets
at least 2

• That she has a horribly dirty mind.
  
• That if she could create new life, she’d have no need for the world.
  
• If she could get away with it, groping.
  

Strengths
At least 3

• Transfiguration and Conjurations.
  
• Abusing the Owl Post to get adult material.
  
• Her intellect.
  

Weaknesses
At least 3

• Over complicating simplicity.
  
• Beautiful and pretty things, people, pictures.
  
• Her desires override her common sense.
  

Quirks
At least 3

• She has a maniacal laugh
  
• Bit perverted.
  
• Not adverse to pranking anyone, even strangers, using newly acquired knowledge or ideas.
  

Attractions
At least 3

• Girls in a uniform
  
• Eyes.
  
• Magical Theory
  

Overall Personality
Amatsunou, Matty rather is hardly what some people would call simple. At first glance she does seem to have that look of child’s curiosity in her eyes and solid, steady dedication to the arcane art. However, Matty is far from simple. The girl is wrapped in a complex maze of layers, most of which is hidden behind a façade of socially competent niceties.

The façade that she wears day and night, whether she interacts with others or not, is a mixture of both truth and lies. While it displays a great spectrum of her emotions, it belies the true depth of them. It has existed for many years starting when she first became aware of her affections for an upperclassman. When she was rejected those emotions became something more than just a mask… Since then and more recently it has come into the name “Key”; to which it denotes it some amount of sentience. In a way it’s a reflection of all that Matty is. Though the emotions it harbors are exaggerated darker forms of whatever the girl is feeling.

Those who are really empathic would feel it as if it were some kind of omniscient presence within her, something separate yet intimately tied to her. It is with this presence that she converses with in a rolling, continuous, internal monologue. It’s affect on her aura though is rather obvious, leaving flat albeit purer exaggerations of emotions but with little depth to them.

Though dark and possibly dangerous, Key has in a way formed an escape and a detachment to emotions and feelings that Matty rather won’t or cannot deal with. This leaves her seem almost binary in the way she switches from moods. She shies away from the mixed inner turmoil of her heart, but she has become better adapted suppressing dangerous impulses or not developing a true affection for the first girl she comes in contact with. However, it can at times leave her feeling very hollow and empty. It’s another feeling that she has become quite skilled in dealing with but letting everything other pure joy of some sort of activity to envelop her utterly until she’s too exhausted to feel anything else. After that its Key who takes away everything unwanted within her.

Overall the only things left intact that are true measures of her personality is her curiosity, love and greed for knowledge, a muted anger, one-track lust, and the ability to feel absolute joy. This is the side that she presents to the world with very little of anything else left beyond flat emotions that were torn apart by Key. Without these few feelings present, her existence sucks the life out of the room and few would be hard pressed not to notice it.

Even Key though cannot fully suppress the very energy of her being that came to light the moment Matty first touched her magic in wonder. It’s an energy that has no emotion to define it, but rather… it is merely there. Every inch of her skin is touched with it and burns in her eyes with an invisible glow that could scorch the sun. Her voice though scratchy as sand paper is more palpable, her movement more empowered, her magic more real. It is the indefinable quality that completes the pieces that makes up Matty. Energy as viscous as blood but as enveloping as mist holds her together even when every neuron in her mind feels like the end could not come soon enough for her.

Perhaps though her most redeeming and damning quality she has is her intelligence. When coupled with her consumption of every bit of knowledge that she can find it isn’t unreasonable to assume that she something of a prodigy. In her uncle’s words, Matty is a clumsiest wunderkind in existence. Her grasp of complex ideas in their full depth, the ability to wade through the muddy flows of puzzles and swim against the drowning currents of millennia of contradictory knowledge and come up with a cohesive idea on the fly is astounding.

Unfortunately her greatest fault is that she overcomplicates and over thinks almost everything else. Simplicity rarely is acknowledged by her. However, when she does manage to accept both the basic and the complex as being able to work together, the girl can create wonders that can stretch the imagination. Her failures though are tantamount to a large catastrophe or a baby apocalypse in the damage that they can reap both personally and locally. Many have already predicted she will die from an explosion of her own making. They probably aren’t far off.

It should be noted that Matty has a mild Eisoptrophobia, or fear of mirrors. A part of her deep inside loathes to admit that she can feel full depth of Key’s darkness lurking within any reflection.

Key’s True Form:
Those who are empathic or have access to legilimency will soon learn that some minds are just too damaged to touch without consequence. Key’s roiling presence is evidence of that and anyone foolish enough to look into Matty’s mind will glimpse at the horror that awaits Matty should she ever weaken or suffer a trauma to great. Key though at first glance it is a purified form of Matty, its skin an eggshell crème color touched by light brown freckles. Its hair long and flowing naturally as if never cut and yet never long enough to be overwhelming. Every bit of it is perfected. A balance between godlike structure and mortal imperfection, deceptively balanced. In every aspect perfectly accurate to Matty’s own real body except unharmed by years of magical accidents or transfigurement and yet it is wholly more.

Inhuman.

Key’s hair is not just hair; it’s made of a glossy black darkness, shadows given substance oppressively deep comprised of nothing more than the girl darkest impulses and depraved thoughts. So much so that it constricts the lungs and taints the soul. Its skin is more than just flesh; every bit of it is the emotional armor of rage, of rejection, of embarrassment. There is no need for clothing; it is a manifestation of the inner essence set to match an ideal, instead it gowned pure light made from the emotions it ripped from Matty’s soul in order to grant her a mask to hide with, to give her mind structure.

Its eyes though are perhaps the more horrible to behold than anything else. With of emerald but they are more than emerald, they are every painful memory that Matty has ever suffered. They bleed with depressions, seethe with lusts unsatisfied and impossible dreams never to be realized or remembered. They are emeralds so deep that they are darkness incarnate that make its hair seem like a summer day during the brightest afternoon.

That is only the first glance. The second shows its corruption on Matty’s mind, just how wounded she really is. It goes from inhuman in human form to monstrous all-encompassing bleakness made bitter from feeding on unrequited affections and love discarded for safety. Every feature enlarges and exaggerates until the child’s form is no longer recognizable. Its form radiates in predatory force until everything that comprises it is a seething, formless black void given sentience. The only thing keeping it in check is a love for Matty, a desire to protect her from harm. Its void corrupts but not unnecessarily so. Its intelligence is equal to Matty’s own but it’s more childlike, regardless of the logic it employs, in its wants and desires. Simplistically it is easy to satisfy even when it feels more than Matty could ever hope to handle.

It does not know of anything other than Matty, Empaths and Legilimens will go unnoticed. If it were any other way… it would be a far more traumatic experience for those who tread in the depths of the girl’s mind.


keep moving forward
history shapes our future.

Place of Residence:Godric’s Hallow – Nine Lives Inn
Birthplace: Wizarding Kyoto
Father's Name: Hayate Akira
Mother's Name: Aisling McDougal
Siblings: Only Child
History: Born from mixed heritage of Japanese and Irish/Scottish ancestry Hayate Akira and Aisling McDougal have allowed their daughter to build a large cultural mixture that makes up her background. Akira-McDougal Amatsunou or just plain Matty as she prefers to be called has lived in the UK twice, once in Japan and once in the US. This is often the reason why her way of talking seems so varied and unique and her perspective on this being quite ‘unwizardry’.

Her father Hayate as a profession even though he was muggleborn chose to live in his fathers footsteps as a master of both Karate and Ninjutsu. This gave him the unique ability in his adult life to be a successful Martial Arts Choreographer for both the movie and gaming industry, to the point where magical life was mostly a foot note until he met his beloved Aisling.

Aisling McDougal a witch well known in the British circles of the magical community as a head in the clouds witch with a mind for Muggle movies and an excellent host of Nine-Lives Inn at Godric’s Hallow. When the two future parents met at a chance prescreening of one of the more famous British martial arts movies it was love at first, second and third sight along with Amatsunou being conceived a few hours after. Marriage wasn’t long off and a whirlwind of traveling for each movie project that Hayate found himself in.

Years passed, their

Amatsunou, who later would be dubbed Matty by Aisling’s brother and tenant of the Nine Live’s Inn, quickly began showing signs at an early age of a strong curiousity and drive to express herself. The beginnings of which were an aptitude for the martial arts which her father had made a career of but by the time the girl was six interest was lost as gaining the discipline and the skills for it became no challenge.

Instead what truly captured the girl’s imagination was her first real exposure to magic in the States when she started the Wizarding equivalent to primary school. While the starter texts were gobbled up by her hungry eyes, she quickly began moving on to much more complicated subject matter. This was what introduced the family to their first magical explosion.

With simple materials such as practice wand, designed specifically for younger wizards and witches, floo powder and average every day chalk. Matty managed to recreate, albeit partially, the structural spell form diagram for the levitation spell. With the intent at the age of eight to create a Seal which would allow her to fly broomlessly she had forgotten a major component of the spell. The portion which releases the energy in a controlled fashion, the result ended up being a significantly damaged apartment, the need for a bemused obliviation team and several flipped automobiles to be put back into place and magically repaired.

This was only a portent for what was to come. While subsequent explosions, fires and general manner of mischief seemed to die down with each failure the girl’s ambition to experiment grew higher. This culminated in a true disaster at the age of eleven. A disaster well beyond permanently changing her skin color or the fact that she looked three years younger than her true age; a disaster that changed everything.

During one of her more insane attempts at creating permanent magical life the power behind the spell she had been working on nearly killed her. For nearly a week she had been hospitalized and many of classmates visited. It was when a rather pretty upperclassman paid her a visit, alone, that things went horribly wrong. Being who she was Matty saw this as the perfect time to confess her feelings to the older girl who was one of the school’s all-star quadpot players. The upperclassman in question let her down roughly, but when she finally returned to class the aftermath of the confession was known school wide. What she faced was crueler than capital punishment.

Key was born that day.

This event more than anything else shaped her life, not long after and more than a full year of attempting deal with the issues at hand relief was found. Hayate was offered a new permanent job in England to help produce a new series for the BBC and his skills as a choreographer were paramount to its development. For everyone in the family it was a fresh start. The moment news hit that they were moving Matty began showing signs of life that had been absent for nearly a year. Six months later and the first major explosion since that fateful day Matty soon found her way to Hogwarts.

better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.

Roleplay Sample: She was the oldest person in line waiting to be sorted and Matty stood out like an embarrassed, red, sore thumb. The dress code was partly to blame, she hated skirts, she hated the feeling they gave her. She felt as if any boy or girl could see her knickers at the slightest breeze despite the heavy robes they all way. Though she didn’t mind the idea of a cute girl taking a peek- another time another place!

Her bare legs were partly to blame, no legwarmers allowed and the long legged socks where just plain itchy. But the place was bloody cold; it feels like winter in Hollywood!

Growling to herself a Firsty in front of her jumped and she quickly muttered an apology before puffing out her cheeks. That brought a quiet giggle before the professor gave a warning glance their way. Minutes passed and the line thinned slightly before she was called.

“Amatt-suu-no…”

Taking her cue she took a step the right before anyone else had a chance to get her name wrong, “Ma’am its Akira-McDougal that’s my family name, Amatsunou is my first name… but please Matty will be just fine and easier on the lungs and less of a mouthful.”

She gained no response other than a sterns and glance before she sat down on the ancient looking three legged stool and the possessed hat placed on her head.

“Quite a mind we have here, loyalty to your family? Hmm haven’t had anyone quite like you in a while seems more of a cultural tradition than anything you do, almost reflexive I’d say. You want to prove yourself to the only population who won’t go running for hills because of your magical power, it’s only fair. Striving for knowledge well I’d say that’s only a modest drive. Perhaps Slytherin, but you are a bit bold for them, might scare everyone away! Not afraid to help others either, I must say you rather well rounded… if you just put your mind to it-”

Matty snorted audibly and more loudly in her head cutting in, “What are you a shrink? I thought I was being sorted, not being psychoanalyzed”

“Is that what you want? It seems you are avoiding the subject of your fellow girls…” The hat’s mental voice was traced with a bit of humor.

The girl gave an annoyed look at first but it quickly melted into a grin, “If you asking about my fantasies…”

“Nope definitely not! Better be…!”

And the table cheered, Matty of course didn’t hear it as she spotted someone who looked a great deal more stunning in the skirt than she did.


Quote: "I solomnly swear that I am up to no good"

Matty's Stash of Wands[/color][/b]
Owner Name:[/size][/color] Amatsunou "Matty" Akira-McDougal
Wand Name:[/size][/color] Seihebi (生蛇)
Year:[/size][/color] 3rd
Core:[/size][/color] Sealed Ashwinder
Wood:[/size][/color] Bloodwood
Length:[/size][/color] Flexible 10 1/2"
Grip:[/size][/color] Dragon Skin inscribed with the kanji for Seihebi
Description:[/size][/color] Seihebi is a willful wand and has often tested Matty to earn the right to its full potential. Perhaps what makes it so willful is the fact that both the girl and the wand share a personality that are rightly passionate and full of duality. Or it may be that the fire and the ashwinder were sealed into the wand at their last moments of life. Even so it is an exceptional wand with a strong balance for building rituals and focusing the girl's will to shape the world as she sees fit.

Matty's Personal Spells[/size][/color][/b]

Cogavis [Coh-goa-vice] [/size][/color]
Effect: Most conjurations spells are highly specialized, Matty took it one step back to create a spell that could in theory conjure anything for a limited time and within the limits of magic. Cogavis, from it all conjurations are possible but the more complex the conjuration the more difficult it becomes to the point where its easier to learn specialized/situational conjurations instead. Living animals are next to impossible save for those who are naturally gifted in Transfiguration and or have a wand well suited for the task and the grunt work. No wand movements are required though sketching out an object is often an easy way to help person create more complex details.
Difficulty Level: 1st+

Inflecretas [Inn-fleck-scret-tas] [/size][/color]
Effect: Conjures Warp Chalk. This magical substance is an excellent conductor of sympathetic magic and has a high tolerance to the stresses of being overloaded with power. Should more magical energy than it can handle be channeled into, the overloaded chalk will burn off in the form pale green smoke and purple sparks that produces little heat.

The color of the chalk and the colors it burns as can be manipulated during the initial conjuring of the substance. When conjuring it will either extend from the wand to a suitable length for the user to write with or snap off. The consistency of the chalk ranges between normal chalk to lipstick or pastels.

Currently this is Matty’s favorite spell to use for her experiments now as method of setting up diagram form of spells.
Difficulty Level: 3rd

Libecanis Paria [Li-bey-Can-iss Par-ree-ah] [/size][/color]
Effect: Libecanis Paria conjures a puppy of varying appearance and personality if the caster does not focus on anything specific. As life conjuring spells rarely last a long time without being anchored. The spell has a typical lifespan of six hours for an experienced caster, a powerful wand can potentially double this. When the spell is at the end of its duration the puppy usually just falls asleep and disappears in puff of gold sparks and royal blue smoke.

Oppugno is effective in controlling the puppy.
Difficulty Level: 5th[/size]

Visduco [Vee-ss-doo-ko] [/size][/color]
Effect: Like conjuration, transfiguration spells are highly specialized, Matty took it one step back to create a spell that could shape, change and transform anything limited only by natural skill and imagination within the limits of magic. The spell at its basis is just the foundation magic of transfiguration with no guide to aid the user whatsoever.

No wand movements are required though generally motions of shaping to create a transfiguration help the caster’s mind achieve what is desired. Simple transformations such as altering the shape of an object without changing its nature are easy. Turning something into a living animal is next impossible without some serious skill and a wand to back it up. Transforming living things into other living things is unwise, and into inanimate objects can be dangerous.
Difficulty Level: 1st+

Accepted ^^