Ember Stonefyre

Emily-Amber 'Ember' Astrid Stonefyre

Wand Wood Description:

Cypress is associated with valour. Owners of this wand are witches or wizard who would come to die a heroic death. “Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave at heart, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures."

Appearance:

Ember has very messy dark red hair that is always all over the place like it’s been swept around by the wind. It’s always in tangles as she can’t be bothered to brush it every single day, however, it would be much more manageable if she did. It falls straight at first, eventually spiraling downwards in long, lanky, loose curls to the middle of her back. She’s much too busy to be bothered with it, training on her broomstick and attempting stunts that usually end up with her in the hospital wing getting her bones mended for the fifteenth time. Her eyes are a weird translucent deep blue, almost like that bit of sky over the mountains as it’s just gotten dark out but not quite completely. Her skin is quite pale on a regular basis, though not so pale that she looks like a vampire. She burns easily, hence, less tanning, more sunscreen. Ember also has a pierced naval in which she likes to put a variety of belly rings.

Ember’s style varies depending on her mood, but always includes an old fashion key hanging from a chain around her neck. She never removes it, no matter what. It is both a keepsake and a security blanket for her. A lucky charm of sorts. Most of the time she ends up in torn jeans (from her flying accidents) and band t-shirts though she will don the occasional skirt. She tends to stick to deeper colors, preferring them over bright ones. She has been known to wear pink or periwinkle every now and then when she’s feeling exceptionally girly, which is not very often. Ember will also occasionally be found wearing random hats, depending on her mood and the weather. Her broom can always be found worn upon her back in it’s special case her aunt made for her. Oh, and blood. There’s typically some on her somewhere so often it’s almost an accessory. And bandages.

Personality:

Ember is a dare devil, at least on a broomstick. She tends to have a bit of an ego and quite enjoys being referred to as a ‘badass’. On the ground she’s kind and caring, always willing to stick up for a friend or punch some jerk in the face if need be. She’s never been very shy, always willing to make friends whom she stays loyal to once she’s made them. She enjoys a prank now and then, but doesn’t like pulling them if it’s at someone else’s expense emotionally. Simple things, like dousing them with glitter are okay. Embarrassing them in front of the entire Great Hall during dinner is not. She does tend to have a hot temper though and will pull out her wand, or fists, if provoked too strongly. She is especially sensitive to cracks about her blood status, family, or friends. She can also be kind of sarcastic and come off as a well, for lack of a better word, bitch if you don’t know her very well. She doesn’t like to show any weakness, so she’ll try to hide it behind anger or a fake façade of being fine. Ember struggles with being ‘girly’, even though she is actually quite feminine despite usually being covered with dirt, blood, bandages, bruises, and bits of trees. She also tends to have a knight-complex, fluidly flowing into medieval speak while brandishing her broomstick like a sword.

What She Loves:

Flying, Quidditch, broom stunts, sugar quills, being a knight, pretty eyes, cuddles, goofing about with her friends, the language of flowers (sh, don‘t tell), fluffy soft blankets, ‘Muggle magic’, apples, her abs (egotistical), and skateboarding.

What She Hates:

Blood statuses, bullies, ‘Fucking, Morgan!’, being away from her best friends for extended (more than eight hours) periods of time, the idea of dying, hospitals, the fear that her heart might have the same problem her Da’s did, fighting with her Mam, feeling weak, and any emotion that isn’t positive.

History:

Actually christened 'Emily-Amber', Ember quickly made it known, by the time she was no more than a few weeks old, that the name did not suit her at all. She was too much of a spitfire, even as a baby, to be called something so pretty and girly. Her father affectionately began referring to her as his 'little glowing ember' and the name stuck, evolving quickly into just 'Ember', which she much prefers to be called. The only ones who ever refer to her as 'Emily-Amber' are her mother and grandparents, and that's usually only when she's gone and gotten herself into some trouble. Even her own cousins don't know her as anything but Ember, Emmi, or, affectionately, Emmi-bear. When she was eleven, Ember even wrote McGonagall back after she got her Hogwarts acceptance letter, begging her to not call her up to the Sorting Hat by the name in her birth certificate. Due to the child already having had quite a harrowing year, the Headmistress showed her soft side and agreed, thus, the name 'Emily-Amber' has not been so much as uttered at the school.

Ember up on a broomstick. As an accomplished broom maker, her father was always taking her out flying from the time she was born, which just about drove her mother insane. It started her love of flying before she could even crawl and as a result, she is always happiest on a broom. Ember showed signs of magic from a very young age, which pleased her parents a great deal to know they hadn’t given birth to a Squib. Not that they would have loved her any less though. Ember had a very happy childhood. She was always able to go outside and play due to there always being a relative near by, peeking out the window to make sure their nieces or nephews or grandchildren weren’t getting up to too much mischief. She was surrounded by cousins to play with and still enjoys spending time with them over the holidays. Most of them are all older than her and have already graduated, but she does have quite a few younger second cousins.The members of her family who were around during the war fought against Voldemort, not with him like some of the other pure-bloods. Ember was raised with the belief that everyone is equal, no matter the type of blood, or whether they've got magic or not.

While the relationship between Ember and most of her family is good, the one between her and her mother is rather strained. When Ember was little, her mother would put her in the prettiest little dresses only to have them come back torn or covered in mud. Then the disappointed remarks would start, and as Ember got older, the yelling, until her mother finally broke down and allowed her to just wear whatever she wanted. Ember couldn’t help it. She was never one of the sweet little princess types. She was always rough and tumbling around, wrestling with her male cousins like a pile of puppies until someone got hurt or they were called in for lunch. When she was four, her dad revamped her toy broomstick, resetting the safety limitations so she could go up to ten feet in the air and about thirty miles per hour. Ember's mother nearly killed him, but the kid took to it like a bird. When she was about seven, Ember finally got her own real racing broom, a Nimbus 2000 that belonged to her father. It’s not the best broom out there, but better than some of the other ones she could have gotten. Since then she’s been trying to master pulling tricks on it, sometimes overly zealous and dangerous ones. She’s never afraid of falling though, being quite daring and knowing that there are worse things than breaking your arm.

When Ember was about three years old, her father gave her an old fashion, metal key on a chain. He told her to keep it safe because it’s very special to their family, going to a locked cabinet in his workshop. She has never ventured into the cabinet, but she still never takes her key off. Especially as her father passed away from a sudden heart attack right before her eleventh birthday. He never got to see her get her Hogwarts letter, but she still wants to make him proud. He loved flying, so she does too and she figures that’s how she’ll prove herself.

Before his death, Ember's father was working on a broomstick to beat all broomsticks to be released by the company he worked for, Kamikaze Racing Brooms. It was a unique stunting broom, made with Ember in mind. It was finished and all ready to go, tested by him, and a little by his daughter who claimed it was too fast for at the age of ten, when he passed away, leaving no knowledge of how it was created behind where anyone can find it. ember thinks it might be in the cabinet, but she never told anyone that, actually a bit too fearful of the broom to imagine more of them being made. Her mother, Meghan, is a Herbologist, working hard in her gardens and greenhouse to provide potion ingredients to apothecaries and St. Mungo's. She also donates to the school if they need it, which is very rarely.

Parents:

Meghan Coughlan Stonefyre (51)
David Stonefyre (deceased)

Siblings:

Technically, no.