Maristela Binici

 

Appearance
Apparently I look very exotic, whatever that means. I have my mother's olive skin, and her black, wavy hair. We both seem to have preferred to wear it loosely. I have my grandmother's eerily bright eyes, burning amber, sometimes grey. I do not wear jewelry much, though I do have a nice collection.

In the last two years I've gotten several tattoos. Orchids across the top of my shoulders, One large sunchoke down my spine the stem reading : be a first-version of yourself. Three silvery salamanders on my upper left arm, and a dandelion on my left inner forearm. All of the above Pops is fully a where of, Grams on the other hand not so much.

Personality
I was raised as Pure-blood royalty, and nothing less. I expect that you and everyone else will respect me, as I will in return respect you. Mistaking my genuine propriety for weakness of any kind is the cause of terrible misfortune. I am by birth a lady, and as a lady have the very same right a man has to put a scoundrel where he or she belongs.

Live freely, do not live to defy standards. My arrogance, and sharp tongue aside, I am not all talk. A proper duel, magical or not is in my repertoire. I have a bit of a temper, and pride has a way of getting many in my bloodline into an exorbitant amount of nothing but trouble.

History
My name is Mari, Maristela Binici. My mother is called Shanelle, she is a Pure-blood and my father is called Erol, he is a Pure-Blood wizard. According to my grandmother Felicia, my magical powers were tapped into by my parents in utero. Shanelle, and Erol were Dark Wizards, they did very little to change their lifestyle of wickedness before or after I was born.

The acts they exposes themselves to I am assuming are irreversibly damaging. My grandparents are too sweet, a little overprotective. The last thing they want is to tell me no. They aren't afraid of me, they are worried about my blood. My grandfather Griffin has the conversations with me that my grandmother won't.

Three years after I was born in Terrassa, give or take a year, I was whisked away by my grandparents. Summit, Illinois is the place we call home. I have no recollection of Spain, we don't go there. Seeing the parents you don't know in your dreams can't be all bad, can it? Let me stop you there. Yes, it can.

I have dreams of them planning their so called "experiments". Through Erol or Shanelle's eyes the ideas of something they did or wanted to do. Dark Magic, casting spells aimed specifically at Shanelle's growing belly. Blood exposure, collecting vials of blood, Vampire, Werewolf, Dragon for Shanelle and myself to consume.

Waking screaming up to your grandfather shaking you while your grandmother stands barely a foot away, wand at the ready at seven years old is not a good morning. I imagine things, daydreams and dream dreams. It is misleading to see these visions of Shanelle and Erol. I've never been involved in my own nightmares. I always see them, and they are always together.

Bad dreams never go away, they only get worse. Grams took regular trips into my head to make me forget anything that could find the three of us in the "panic stage". Pops, and myself, we pretty much agree that if I am dreaming it, we should try to figure out why. Grams doesn't like that much less bringing it up with me under the same roof.

Once I got into Hogwarts, and was sorted into Slytherin, Pops took over duties of the mind. It is better this way, we talk about my dreams. If I can't remember anymore than I can tell him, that is when he goes Grams route. Talking the whole time. He lets me remember or forget whatever I want, as far as I know.

In the last six years, none of my memories have been altered or removed. That isn't to say I don't still have bad dreams, they just aren't frightening anymore. At some point I want to explore my dreams, was there another kid like me?

If I find them I won't have to explore my imagination. One day that might be an option. I found a trunk load of gifts are what the letters say. Pops knows I found them, and he know that I am keeping them.

How could I not keep; A double headed Eagle ring, Turkish amulets, Damascene pendant, Majorcan pearls, a lightening struck branch of Blue Magnolia, preserved Dragon Heart, Unicorn horn and small vials of blood.

Relationships
Griffin and Felicia Binici

Pops and Grams - Griffin and Felicia are my grandparents, they have raised me in what they believe was the most suitable environment.

Shanelle and Erol Binici

Mother and Father - Shanelle and Erol are my parents, good old mom and dad. I don't know them.