Relina Royal

[RELINA ROYAL]

• RELINA ARYNN ROYAL •

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Hey Little girl is your daddy home, did he go and leave you all alone

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Well let me tell you a little about myself. I’m Relina Arynn Royal. Yes I’m quite aware it is a mouthful to say, and it does sound a bit stuffy like I should indeed be hugging a large book in one hand and a mirror in the other. Well it has been said that a name can be deceptive, almost as deceptive as looks.

Speaking of looks that is another complicated story.. Lets just get this out there and in the open.. I’m one forth Veela. SO NO I CAN’T LIGHT YOU ON FIRE WITH MY MERE THOUGHTS.. I find I don’t need to when I have a wand handy.. I found out what a veela was my second year at Hogwarts. I knew I that I had veela blood, but I wasn’t sure of what the creature was. That was till my lovely housemates were kind enough to explain by way of caricature that was both disturbing and humiliating. That vicious drawing haunted my dreams and reality for a betterment of six months till concern from my head of house lead to an act of kindness that was disguised as chivalry.

That following Saturday I had lunch with famous singer who was part veela. I was shocked the forked tongue creature that I had pictured countless times drifted to into nothingness a place where all nightmares eventually go when you forced to face them.

Acceptance about that part of me made it a lot easier to accept the effect of my half-blood has left on my physical appearances. Not being raised with a family, I didn’t exactly grasp the concept of beauty as something that was healthy. Strangely enough I just saw it as something to be ashamed of, and when I found out that my beauty was literally linked with something inhuman. All my religious teaches of my youth came back to haunt me. I kept thinking of that little boy Damian, and how he was the product of the devil, and yet so beautiful. I literally for years fought with the concept that I was indeed something unholy and wicked.

Do to my ethereal presence I had developed a nature distrust of peoples intentions when it concerned their praise, and kind words. Naturally I had a hard time accepting their compliments as something to base my sense of self on. So when I showed talents in things like studies and well genuine sweet nature I assumed that it was because they thought I was pretty.

Shockingly I didn’t need much help in developing my prejudice views of those who were beautiful.. Naturally I was raised to believe that because I was pretty it meant that I couldn’t be other things. That because I was visually striking it meant I had to be stupid, I had to be petty, I had to be mean.

I took to the role quickly because I had no to show me that they expected more from me other than for me to rest on my looks. I didn’t need depth when I could be a pretty vicious thing.. Who needs a personality and ethics when you’re blessed with looks?’

Meanless to say I rose up quickly and lived to peoples VERY LOW expectations of me. And in the wasted squalor of my life I didn’t disappoint anyone. However it seems fate can be kind and in its sorting me into Slytherin a house where those of mixed blood where considered low-class. I was for the first time of my life faced with challenge and diversity that I couldn’t ignore or avoid. I didn’t see it then but it was that once thought curse turned out to be one of the best things that happened to me. The other best thing happened shortly after.

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TEETH AND HAIR ARE A BEAUTY, THEY KNOW ITS THEIR DUTY

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I learned to take pride in the beauty I obtained from my mixed breeding. I embraced my slender and tall built that made me appear more frail than I truly was.. Something that caught a few boys off guard when the tended to get over zealous in their pursuit. My blood mixture thankfully allowed my human side shine through where my veela side simply emphasized I still looked human just a very striking one with my strawberry blond hair pale skin and light dashing of freckles.

I had the features of a classic English Rose the sort that could be found in the covers of magazines featured in movies but I was very much human looking so there for not an obvious threat, I made it a point to be very approachable casual which shined in the over the top dramatics that a lot of . My Veela side shines in the natural draw that I seemed to have on men, they have a sense of euphoria in my presences.

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THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DO IS WRONG
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In Slytherin it didn’t matter what you looked like, well for the most part what did matter was your linage.. My house was littered with those who views themselves as better than most because their parents were of pureblood lines.. It was most absurd bit of Shite I’d ever heard in my life..
They actually bragged about the fact that they were inbreeded and forced to marry cousins, and the like. In the only other world I knew of the world I referred to as REALITY having been a product of an incestuous relationship was nothing to be bragged about.. Having a nasty habit of not speaking my opinion where I felt the need to speak it. Regardless if in doing so would Insult them or not, naturally the lack of respect for their linage, teamed up my own in their mind tarnished blood lines made me a target for ridicule among my so called sisters of Slytherin.

Their weapons of choice was cruel words and typical mean girl stuff, alienation and other ways I was used to seeing girls bullying one another. Being an orphan who group up in environments that allowed people that were far more frightening than what these pampered bitches could allow. I tended to just aggravate them relentlessly till it happened they found calling me a creature would get under my skin..

Having been a product of their insults and after finding out the truth about my Veela Heritage, I took something I was once ashamed of and found strength in it, and well I knew pride and public perception meant a great deal to those girls.. So like I took my power, and proceeded to uses it to my advantage. My weapon of choice sex. They could say what they wanted but I could see them ruined when their boyfriends would pass them over for something they wanted. And for the inexperienced mind of teenage boy there was no better playground for me to extract my revenge. After all I am a thing of beauty, and it doesn’t take a lot of intellect to know exactly how to stroke an ego, and it is best to strike when their girlfriends were acting in a way that was annoying..

Oh yes many guy found acceptance and understanding after all I too found them annoying as hell too. Next thing you know they preferred my company to their girlfriends, because there was not forced marriage at the end of my tunnel, and more importantly I was easier to be around.. I didn’t get attached I had a knack of turning the tables on them where they sought my presences instead of hunting them down like a lot of their girlfriends did. I was hated among the girls of my house, but adored among many of their soon to be husbands many learned that you cross me I could and would make your life a living hell and cost you the respect and at times love of a man.

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YOU KNOW WHAT FLOWS HERE LIKE WINE

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It was in my in one of my many adventures in the destruction of a relationship of a peer that life changed for me yet again. His name was Matthew and he was two years younger than me. I being in my final year at Hogwarts I didn’t acknowledge this fifth year more than I would any other boy of younger year.

He however acknowledged me in the first early times when it was a strained makings of a friendship I found someone who was in spite of being pureblood was not an overly proud of it.. He also didn’t make me feel like some sort of freak of nature because I was considered tainted.

Being steeped in muggle beliefs he taught me to really learn to not give up completely on people. He saw me more as something more than just a pretty face and in him I found that I actually had value. I at first fell in love with how I felt around him.. Strange the sense of euphoria that I brought upon people was the very thing I felt captivated by.. Around Matt I felt like I for once regardless of if I am broken, and tainted I was valued.

Not comprehending how to respond to that sort of acceptance at first she did everything and everything to push his buttons and make him leave, before she felt something other than friendship after all they were about to part ways for good anyway.. She was leaving to continue her career as a healer and he still had two more years left in Hogwarts.. They were destined to be different paths of life.

The following year passed smoothly with Relina she focused her energy in studying for accreditations needed to become a healer. Everything she had was invested in obtaining more skills that was till distractions became a regular occurrences.

Matt would sneak out during his trips to Hogsmead to call upon her and his attempts to do lunch always lead to her attempting to help him sneak back into Hogwarts after hours have passed.. IT seemed in her absence Matt realized he wanted more from their relationship than just friendship.

Relina of course was quick to remind him that he was still a child, which was by far one of the worst things to say to a man who was in love, if anything could make him determined in his pursuit it was the aspect that she saw him as a boy and not a man..

He was quick to prove he was every bit the man she needed him to be. By the end of the following she is a respected healer and he had entered the ministry to become an auror, and in-spite of her determination to stay not commit to a relationship till she established a side practice as a medi-witch to serve the smaller communities she wears the ring of a woman that is spoken for.. The following year is upon them and there is much work to do, as a due date for vows approach stress lingers, and they will no doubt need to lean on one another more for support.

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MORNING HAS COME, AND THEY HAVE FLOWN.. HAVE YOU LEARNED FROM WHAT HAS BEEN SHOWN?

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Key Points from her life..

Her mother a pure-blooded witch, and her father a half blood she was quickly abandoned to the government. Being a fair child she was quickly adopted by her first set of parents..

The Mowerson’s Life as the youngest of 3 she found little comfort in a father who didn’t want a daughter and mother who didn’t want another child. She was selected as a last ditch effort to save a marriage..
Sadly with stresses of raising an infant who suffers from separation anxiety Relina was to say the very least a very difficult infant and even more difficult toddler.. The stresses of having another child made the marriage subcome to the greedy selfish desires of two people who clearly didn’t have the maturity to have a relationship much less one to base a marriage off of..
As the couple went their separate ways Relina was returned to the care of the state and she began bouncing from home to home of various foster care parents and various agencies as she grew older her fair features proved a hindrance in obtaining a loving family. Women were jealous and bias toward their own children, and as she grew older she began to obtain the unwanted attraction of those who were father figures..
Salvation came her eighth year, she began to show mysterious powers more than her allure, and she began to do things simple odd things like manifest sharpen crayons out of candle wax by simply holding the discarded beads of candle wax and imagining what she wanted.
Her eleventh year brought a visitor to her care center’s lobby and it was agreed that she would attend school in a town 50 miles away, a school that was like a boarding school and she would return to the center during the summer months to focus on obtaining job skills so she could accurate to being independent when she outgrew the need of a care facility.
Relina only returned to the care facility till she was sixteen.. By this time she learned she could charm men to finance her summer lodgings.. She still keeps in contact with some of the girls and the employee’s, and Matt has suggested that perhaps when they start a family she could volunteer her services to the facility so she could stay busy and have a life outside of house..
Sadly the thought of starting a family is terrifying to Relina, but fears are something she has overcome, and this one in particular she has no choice but to overcome. After all Matt is perhaps the one man alive she has a difficult time resisting..