Davina jade (DJ) MONTGOMERY
38 12 April 1981 ROCK WITCH TWISTED D'S ILVERMORNY THUNDERBIRD PUREBLOOD WALES | PERSONALITY: DJ is laid back, kinda quirky, definitely prone to playing practical jokes, absolutely sarcastic and most often acts just like the guys in the band. She's allowed to mess with them but if anyone else does, she'll start a fight in half a second. ASPIRATION: DJ really doesn't plan much except for what their next songs and gigs are. | LIKES: - being on stage - sleeping in - tormenting her band mates - Diesel - Chocolate DISLIKES: - pureblood extremists - winter (it's too cold for this nonsense!) - anyone who messes with her friends and family - being ignored - losing a bet |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Father: Chris Montgomery (9/4/1955) Wizard - Wand tree farmer Mother: Shirley Richards (Montgomery) (7/27/1962) Witch wand tree farmer Brother: Shawn Montgomery (2/19/1977) wizard |
CHILDHOOD. | Davina was born to Chris and Shirley in April of 1980 in Fort Meade, Florida. Though her family were purebloods, they typically preferred the company of the no-maj community as well as the magical one. Both of her parents had many friends from around the US from school and they ranged all across the board. The land she grew up on had been passed down through the generations and grew many different kinds of trees for use in wands. Davina learned early on about how wands were made, what was used and all the other necessary information she'd need to know to help her brother on the farm when she got older. The acres of trees made for the perfect place for a hyperactive girl to get her energy out. With her brother at only about four years older than her, he went with her to play when they were younger. They knew better than to damage the trees, but just about everything else was game. During those years she learned to climb trees, ride a bike with her brother and spent quite a few hours catching worms to go fishing with her brother in the nearby watering hole. For all of her mother's attempts to try to get her to act more ladylike and less like a tomboy, Davina seemed to want to rebel against that even harder. Along with the wandmaking that her family had been known for, Davina (or DJ as she started to be called by most of her friends and family) was taught the typical things a normal young witch would need to know, particularly when it was in association with wands. By the time she was eight, DJ could almost start the process of making a wand (with a great amount of supervision lest something bad happened). She showed her magical inclination young just like her brother had so their formative years were spent preparing them for their letters to Ilvermorny and the inevitable taking over of the farm. For the few years before she could start school, her parents saw her love of singing and decided to encourage that in her, even if it wasn't going to go much of anywhere. Figuring she'd have something to do in her spare time aside from climbing trees and running around in the mud with the boys, they had introduced her to the piano and, after some insistence, the guitar as well. |
SCHOOL YEARS. | Those couple of years before she got her own letter and seeing he brother off to school every year was grueling. Shawn told her wild stories when he came back home for breaks and brought back things occasionally that he'd gotten from one of the local shops near the school itself. While she wasn't all that fond of the concept of the cold, the adventure itself called out to her like nothing had ever done before. She waited impatiently for her turn until, finally, the owl screeched up to their window. DJ had practically leaped off of her chair at breakfast to snatch the mail with a dismissive thanks to the bird. Shawn had come over to take his own letter and, even as she looked at her name written on the envelope, he'd teased her about how the school had decided to tell her she wasn't allowed to go. A glare and a shoulder punch later saw DJ with the paperwork splayed widely all over the table in front of her, having scooted the other plates and such from her way. Thus, she was bound for Ilvermorny with her brother that autumn. They'd gone shopping for their school supplies where she'd excitedly go from store to store. Where her brother had gotten the supplies a few years prior, now it was her turn and she just couldn't quite contain herself. While a few of the other kids in her grade were nervous or calm, DJ sat with anticipation until her name was called. Just as quite a few kids had done before her, she stepped up to the large knot in the middle of the floor and waited. Almost immediately, the flapping wings of the thunderbird were heard throughout the room and she'd let out a not-so-quiet "YES!" as she ran towards the table that was cheering. Now DJ was officially where she wanted to be. Dangers and adventures awaited her and she couldn't wait to see what kinds of things she could do. It hadn't taken long for her to make several friends, but the ones she typically was seen around - whether it was in the commons or out on the grounds - were a few guys who'd grown up around the same area as she did. Honestly, she naturally fit in with D as the ringleader. His love of adventure and action drew her like a moth to the flame, even up to the point where she'd suggested quite a few excursions. Considering her love of music from before school, DJ had decided to pick up music classes alongside the rest of the band. During their 5th year, the group of them had been drinking and playing around and, without planning it, they'd all come together and played. Whether they were all too drunk to care or not, they'd been good. Better than good. So, with that, they'd formed the Twisted D's. DJ took up vocals with D as well as the keyboard and guitar as needed. There was nothing she loved more than playing in front of people and she enjoyed every single moment whether it was at school or back home with the rest of the guys. Being one of the rowdy and loud ones in the group, DJ had a tendency to shirk her homework until the last possible moment and then rush to get it done. With her parents making sure she knew quite a few things before coming to Ilvermorny, and the fact that she would likely only live on the farm for the rest of her life, DJ really didn't put too much stock in her grades. Sure, she learned spells to annoy and play tricks and even did remarkably well in her dueling class, but she was also the one dozing off in arithmancy along with a few other classes. In the end, she graduated without being in the bottom half of her class and returned back home. |
ADULDHOOD. | DJ had always been the wild child both in the band and at home with her brother. With her brother already home a few years ahead of her, he'd already gone through quite a bit of the advanced training he needed to fully take over for their parents since they were getting up in their years. No matter how much she loved playing with the guys, she told herself there had to come a time to face the music and just do what she needed to do. She wasn't good at much else, frankly, so what was she to do? She still played at home but started back learning what she needed to do with her brother, while trying to find any reason she could think of to escape out just to get away from the drudgery and monotony of life on the farm. So, when Diesel approached her with the option of joining back with the band and already had a few gigs laid out for them already, she couldn't tell him yes fast enough. The prospect of going on tour with the guys and making it an actual thing excited her like nothing else had. And so they started their tours and worked on their popularity as a whole, though it wasn't quite as fun as it would have been if Deri was there full time. Their fame grew until they were one of the more popular bands within both worlds. With that fame, Deri had finally decided to join them on the road and, for the first time in a long time, it seemed like the whole family was together again. Being one to just go with the flow and ride on the winds of the fame they earned, DJ thrived wherever they went. Whether it was in a hotel, on the bus or back home, the guys were her family, her brothers. Well, most of them. Secretly, DJ does hold feelings for D but doesn't want to act on them because of the possibility of ruining the balance they currently have for the band. With that looming behind the curtain in the back, she takes to making the most of her rock star life. Drinking with the guys and starting random bar fights were something of a pastime occasionally when she and a few of the others were bored. Otherwise, it was just move on and see something new every day - perfect for someone with a wild soul. When the time came that D approached them about moving to Wales for a girl, DJ had questioned it at first. It was a large leap just for a girl he'd never met and that wasn't including a small flame of jealousy she had brewing deep down. But, like the others, she agreed, especially since it meant visiting new places and playing in new venues. It was an opportunity she wasn't going to waste. To say that she was kind of relieved when that girl ghosted D would be an understatement, but DJ tormented D the same as ever to push them along in her own way. She'd mess that girl up if it ever came down to it, but it was back to their music together like they were supposed to. It was supposed to be this way. So now, DJ lives in Wales with the rest of the band and travels as needed for their tours. |
Special Situations
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RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
The only sound that Maya heard after the spell hit the wall above her was a loud ringing in her ears. She could feel the rubble cascade on her back but that only served to get her to curl up tighter on the ground with her knees tucked up to her chest and her forehead just about touching the ground. Her breaths came fast and there was no other time in her life that she wished she was home safe. With her hands sealed tight over her ears, she could only feel the rumbling in the ground that came with every crashing spell and curse. Her eyes were scrunched so tight and yet the tears just wouldn't stop. What could she do? She didn't know any spells that could help in a battle! That was the one class she utterly failed in every single time. It'd been so long since she'd even had to think about any of those spells, never mind actually cast them that most of that knowledge had been lost to time for her. She was a healer and one who valued a gentle touch ever since she was little. There were few things that truly held high why someone would go on the career path they did. Maya's was her love of taking care of people. They came to her sick, wounded and scared and she was supposed to help heal this one part of their life to make going back to normal easier.
But fighting? She'd seen too many times what happened to people who came into the hospital from a particularly bad duel or a battle like this one. Her patients were barely conscious most times and their loved ones were scared of losing them. Many times her patients had come in too far gone, too beaten up and they passed before she could even try to help them. Or worse, while herself and a group of other healers and medics were in the middle of emergency aid, the patient would flatline and wasn't able to be revived again. Those were the hardest - where she promised to do everything she could but even her best wasn't enough. Her magic wasn't enough. The whole world soared around her, the only one who stayed still in a series of dozens of people and many times more spells flying every which way. It could be equated to an ostrich shoving their head in a hole to try to escape their predators. But what else could she do? Whoever it was that wanted her dead seemed to be willing to do just about anything to see the deed done. Whether it was the woman who led the group of goons or someone above her was yet to be seen, but the fact of the matter remained that Maya's life was truly in danger for the first time in her entire time on Earth.
The weight of Div was barely registered but it served to give her some assurance, as if the Occamy was a weighted blanket that provided that extra layer of security. A part of her recognized that it was Div's presence she felt but her mind was trying to cope with the onslaught of violence directed at her and that left little in the way of actually noticing much of anything else. Time passed both slowly and quickly while she was huddled in her ball. She had no idea that reinforcements had come, had no idea that Deri had not only defended her but also was severely injured trying to do so. Only the ringing in her ears and mind could be heard. The sound of her name seemed as if it was coming from the end of an exceptionally long tube and at first she didn't recognize it at all. She was safe and unhurt in her ball and so long as she stayed like that, nothing could get through. At least that was her logic on the matter, never mind that it wasn't viable in a real scenario. Finally, though, his voice cut through the white noise and she moved for the first time since the battle began.
First, her eyes opened to look into his, tears still streaming down her cheeks. It was then that she recognized the weight on her to be none other than Div sitting protectively while listening for dangers nearby. How much time had passed that this much had happened? Her mind barely comprehended the words spoken to her as she pulled her gaze from his and onto the wreck that was now the alleyway. The start of the evening seemed like years ago now, a whole lifetime almost. She'd just been walking home from work and her most complicated thought had been what she was going to have for dinner. There was no way in any sort of universe that she could have imagined something like this happening to her. This was... Well this was the stuff of stories. It happened to other people, not her. She was simple, common and she kept to herself. Now there were people fighting each other so they could turn around and kill her? How could this not seem like a fantastical story right out of one of any of the novels on her bookshelf at home.
The aurors? Brown eyes swept over the carnage around her with increasing horror. This was what a battlefield was? This was what the aurors did? Granted, Maya was certainly grateful for them aiding in saving her life but the fact of the matter was why did she need saving in the first place?! What had she done that was so awful that this many people were set on her death? What could be gained from it aside from shaking up her life so entirely that she'd likely have nightmares about this attack for months? It was preposterous! Maya returned her attention back to Deri and, as her thoughts turned from muddled and blurry to a more normal state, she was able to look at the state he was in at last. Her eyes widened and, though there were still explosions and crashes nearby, Maya managed to force down that terror for the first time that evening. He'd protected her at a time when he could have just walked on. She hadn't been his concern and could have died without him being the wiser. She would have been just another name tragically mentioned in the next days' paper - if he even read it. That would have been that, Maya would have been dead and he wouldn't be going through the agony of trying to protect her.
Her breath caught in her throat for a split second before she nodded, moving forward to assess his injuries in full. How in Merlin's name did all of this happen?! He almost looked like he'd been tossed at a meat grinder. The arrow was the first thing she saw but she certainly noticed the rapid bruising that was spreading across his skin in different places. "Here, might need this." His voice cut through her thought processes right as she was reaching for the pocket where she'd stored her wand. When did he get that? How did he get it as well? Was she really that out of it during the whole battle? "Right," she said softly and managed to return his smile as she gently grasped her wand once again. It was her tool, her own weapon when it came to fighting disease and injuries. She was a healer and now more than ever he needed her to stay strong and patch him up. After all, he'd saved her life more than once already that night.
The arrow looked to be lodged quite firmly in his bicep and had, for one reason or another, been shoved further through his arm, ripped it slightly and then lodged into his side. Her brows furrowed. This wasn't good. Usually she had a much more sterile environment to work with but at the moment there was simply no time to waste. Blood was pooling beneath him and if she didn't do something soon, it was going to get much worse. Knowing how much pain he was likely in, Maya lightly pressed her wand at a spot on his shoulder above where the arrow shaft was and cast a charm to numb the nerves from there down. He wouldn't feel what had to come next, at least, and that was the one saving grace she could give him. She worked diligently and methodically as she started feeling around the muscles, tendons and around where the arrow was protruding. This wasn't going to be easy but if she had anything to say about it, the reaper was not visiting him any time soon.
Maya only lightly recognized Div move and hiss protectively atop her still as the auror approached but didn't take her concentration off of him. There was no time to be answering her questions right now, not with his pallor as it was. Right when the auror stepped away, Maya managed to cleanly break the head of the arrow off, separating it from the shaft. With that done, all she would need to do was pull it and seal the wound quickly. He'd likely need a potion to help replenish the blood lost, but thankfully she had some in her bag just for emergencies like this. Before she could, however, his muttered words cut through her thoughts and she paused for the slightest moment just staring at him. He... What? Her hands had stopped, hovering just over the shaft of the arrow as she watched him slump over and lose consciousness. CENSORED, she thought and moved quickly to lay him flat on the ground next to her.
The moment Deri lost consciousness, the weight of the Occamy moved off of her and she turned around to see his form change from that of the boa to the beautiful scales of his true form. Maya wasn't sure how legal it was in England to have a creature such as this, but the aurors being there seeing this put her on guard. As it was Div raised himself up and was obviously listening and sensing his surroundings for any signs of danger. Since she didn't have to fully concentrate on the danger of the battle - leaving that sort of thing to Div and the aurors - she turned her attention fully back to Deri with renewed determination. "Alright," she whispered to herself as she grasped the arrow shaft and pulled it quickly from his arm in one swift move, then discarded it and immediately started the spells needed to mend the flesh so as to not allow any more blood loss than absolutely possible. Only a few moments passed before the wound closed entirely, her magic working beautifully. The arrowhead was the next item on her list and, with his arm healed, she assessed the damage and how it was embedded into his side.
"Sorry about this," Maya commented softly as she pried around the arrowhead and ripped his shirt wider to have better access to the wound. If needed, she'd get him a new shirt but for now what she was doing was far more important than a simple bit of fabric. The arrowhead looked to be lodged quite firmly between two ribs and she worried about the danger of it piercing his lung. She frowned, casting a complicated spell that gave her further sight of the location and how it was lodged, then gave a relieved sigh. It hadn't gone as far as piercing his lung, though it was unnervingly close to it. This was going to be the tricky one. Resting one hand on his chest to anchor herself and grasping the arrowhead with the other, she pulled deftly and felt it release easily from the flesh. As she tossed it aside, Maya quickly worked on another more advanced healing spell. The white light that emitted from her wand tip glowed at the wound side and cast a bright shadow on the bricks behind him. No doubt the aurors would be wondering what kind of magic she was doing that made that bright of a light, but they could wait.
Once again, the wound sealed itself and the blood loss, while significant, could have been much worse given the circumstances. With that done, Maya sighed heavily and lifted her dirt-stained arm to wipe the sweat that was beading on her forehead. The most urgent matter was tended to, but that didn't mean he was out of the woods. The rest of his body was battered and bruised and it was obvious he had some internal bleeding going on, what with the blood he coughed up during his last moments of consciousness. Maya moved swiftly to pull his shirt up and examine his abdomen where bruising was already turning an angry purple. A quick spell gave her an idea of the damage and she shifted tactics with another spell, the yellow light glowing brightly from her wand tip as her other hand felt around to make sure his organs were knitting together properly. With the few rib bones that had shattered once again mended, she watched with relief as he unconsciously took a deep breath.
Maya took the next twenty minutes looking over the rest of him, mending wounds and breaks where she saw them before finally sitting back on her knees. Once again, she moved to wipe beads of sweat off of her brow before opening her bag and reaching within for one of the blood replenishing potions she'd made not too long ago. The cork popped off with ease as she moved to prop his head up on her lap. "This is going to taste awful, but it'll help." Maya honestly said this more for herself than for him since it seemed he still hadn't regained consciousness yet. With practiced ease, Maya administered the potion and made sure he swallowed it before relaxing again. Now all there was to do was wait. Gently, Maya guided his head back down to rest on the ground before replacing the cork of the bottle and putting it back into her bag. It looked as if the auror who'd come to talk to them before wanted to say a few things, but honestly she was just too exhausted. Sixteen hours at the hospital followed by all of this had left her completely drained.
At least with the aurors there, she felt she was relatively safe for the first time that night. Her mind couldn't even process everything that had happened. But as she sat back on her feet and leaned to the side on the wall, her eyes grew heavy and she drifted into a shallow sleep as she waited for Deri to wake up. Sleep would help him recuperate, but that didn't mean she intended on leaving him until she was sure he was okay again.
Carman looked at the two around the towering form of what was now an Occamy (she didn't even want to start on that whole ordeal) and shook her head. It'd been about fourty-five minutes since the woman had started healing the man and it seemed like she was finally done. Now, in the middle of they alley, she had two civilians passed out. Honestly, it was a wonder they'd survived this long, what with how adamant the attackers were on getting to them. Her team had managed to dispatch a few, but this guy had taken out his fair share before getting blasted. It made her wonder where his training came from. Her eyes glanced back over at the others, noticing a few other departments arrive, but she didn't move except to lean back against the opposite wall to the other two. For now, they'd deal with the people they'd taken down and, if it came to it, she would have these two transferred back to St. Mungo's for observation for a bit until they were awake.
But fighting? She'd seen too many times what happened to people who came into the hospital from a particularly bad duel or a battle like this one. Her patients were barely conscious most times and their loved ones were scared of losing them. Many times her patients had come in too far gone, too beaten up and they passed before she could even try to help them. Or worse, while herself and a group of other healers and medics were in the middle of emergency aid, the patient would flatline and wasn't able to be revived again. Those were the hardest - where she promised to do everything she could but even her best wasn't enough. Her magic wasn't enough. The whole world soared around her, the only one who stayed still in a series of dozens of people and many times more spells flying every which way. It could be equated to an ostrich shoving their head in a hole to try to escape their predators. But what else could she do? Whoever it was that wanted her dead seemed to be willing to do just about anything to see the deed done. Whether it was the woman who led the group of goons or someone above her was yet to be seen, but the fact of the matter remained that Maya's life was truly in danger for the first time in her entire time on Earth.
The weight of Div was barely registered but it served to give her some assurance, as if the Occamy was a weighted blanket that provided that extra layer of security. A part of her recognized that it was Div's presence she felt but her mind was trying to cope with the onslaught of violence directed at her and that left little in the way of actually noticing much of anything else. Time passed both slowly and quickly while she was huddled in her ball. She had no idea that reinforcements had come, had no idea that Deri had not only defended her but also was severely injured trying to do so. Only the ringing in her ears and mind could be heard. The sound of her name seemed as if it was coming from the end of an exceptionally long tube and at first she didn't recognize it at all. She was safe and unhurt in her ball and so long as she stayed like that, nothing could get through. At least that was her logic on the matter, never mind that it wasn't viable in a real scenario. Finally, though, his voice cut through the white noise and she moved for the first time since the battle began.
First, her eyes opened to look into his, tears still streaming down her cheeks. It was then that she recognized the weight on her to be none other than Div sitting protectively while listening for dangers nearby. How much time had passed that this much had happened? Her mind barely comprehended the words spoken to her as she pulled her gaze from his and onto the wreck that was now the alleyway. The start of the evening seemed like years ago now, a whole lifetime almost. She'd just been walking home from work and her most complicated thought had been what she was going to have for dinner. There was no way in any sort of universe that she could have imagined something like this happening to her. This was... Well this was the stuff of stories. It happened to other people, not her. She was simple, common and she kept to herself. Now there were people fighting each other so they could turn around and kill her? How could this not seem like a fantastical story right out of one of any of the novels on her bookshelf at home.
The aurors? Brown eyes swept over the carnage around her with increasing horror. This was what a battlefield was? This was what the aurors did? Granted, Maya was certainly grateful for them aiding in saving her life but the fact of the matter was why did she need saving in the first place?! What had she done that was so awful that this many people were set on her death? What could be gained from it aside from shaking up her life so entirely that she'd likely have nightmares about this attack for months? It was preposterous! Maya returned her attention back to Deri and, as her thoughts turned from muddled and blurry to a more normal state, she was able to look at the state he was in at last. Her eyes widened and, though there were still explosions and crashes nearby, Maya managed to force down that terror for the first time that evening. He'd protected her at a time when he could have just walked on. She hadn't been his concern and could have died without him being the wiser. She would have been just another name tragically mentioned in the next days' paper - if he even read it. That would have been that, Maya would have been dead and he wouldn't be going through the agony of trying to protect her.
Her breath caught in her throat for a split second before she nodded, moving forward to assess his injuries in full. How in Merlin's name did all of this happen?! He almost looked like he'd been tossed at a meat grinder. The arrow was the first thing she saw but she certainly noticed the rapid bruising that was spreading across his skin in different places. "Here, might need this." His voice cut through her thought processes right as she was reaching for the pocket where she'd stored her wand. When did he get that? How did he get it as well? Was she really that out of it during the whole battle? "Right," she said softly and managed to return his smile as she gently grasped her wand once again. It was her tool, her own weapon when it came to fighting disease and injuries. She was a healer and now more than ever he needed her to stay strong and patch him up. After all, he'd saved her life more than once already that night.
The arrow looked to be lodged quite firmly in his bicep and had, for one reason or another, been shoved further through his arm, ripped it slightly and then lodged into his side. Her brows furrowed. This wasn't good. Usually she had a much more sterile environment to work with but at the moment there was simply no time to waste. Blood was pooling beneath him and if she didn't do something soon, it was going to get much worse. Knowing how much pain he was likely in, Maya lightly pressed her wand at a spot on his shoulder above where the arrow shaft was and cast a charm to numb the nerves from there down. He wouldn't feel what had to come next, at least, and that was the one saving grace she could give him. She worked diligently and methodically as she started feeling around the muscles, tendons and around where the arrow was protruding. This wasn't going to be easy but if she had anything to say about it, the reaper was not visiting him any time soon.
Maya only lightly recognized Div move and hiss protectively atop her still as the auror approached but didn't take her concentration off of him. There was no time to be answering her questions right now, not with his pallor as it was. Right when the auror stepped away, Maya managed to cleanly break the head of the arrow off, separating it from the shaft. With that done, all she would need to do was pull it and seal the wound quickly. He'd likely need a potion to help replenish the blood lost, but thankfully she had some in her bag just for emergencies like this. Before she could, however, his muttered words cut through her thoughts and she paused for the slightest moment just staring at him. He... What? Her hands had stopped, hovering just over the shaft of the arrow as she watched him slump over and lose consciousness. CENSORED, she thought and moved quickly to lay him flat on the ground next to her.
The moment Deri lost consciousness, the weight of the Occamy moved off of her and she turned around to see his form change from that of the boa to the beautiful scales of his true form. Maya wasn't sure how legal it was in England to have a creature such as this, but the aurors being there seeing this put her on guard. As it was Div raised himself up and was obviously listening and sensing his surroundings for any signs of danger. Since she didn't have to fully concentrate on the danger of the battle - leaving that sort of thing to Div and the aurors - she turned her attention fully back to Deri with renewed determination. "Alright," she whispered to herself as she grasped the arrow shaft and pulled it quickly from his arm in one swift move, then discarded it and immediately started the spells needed to mend the flesh so as to not allow any more blood loss than absolutely possible. Only a few moments passed before the wound closed entirely, her magic working beautifully. The arrowhead was the next item on her list and, with his arm healed, she assessed the damage and how it was embedded into his side.
"Sorry about this," Maya commented softly as she pried around the arrowhead and ripped his shirt wider to have better access to the wound. If needed, she'd get him a new shirt but for now what she was doing was far more important than a simple bit of fabric. The arrowhead looked to be lodged quite firmly between two ribs and she worried about the danger of it piercing his lung. She frowned, casting a complicated spell that gave her further sight of the location and how it was lodged, then gave a relieved sigh. It hadn't gone as far as piercing his lung, though it was unnervingly close to it. This was going to be the tricky one. Resting one hand on his chest to anchor herself and grasping the arrowhead with the other, she pulled deftly and felt it release easily from the flesh. As she tossed it aside, Maya quickly worked on another more advanced healing spell. The white light that emitted from her wand tip glowed at the wound side and cast a bright shadow on the bricks behind him. No doubt the aurors would be wondering what kind of magic she was doing that made that bright of a light, but they could wait.
Once again, the wound sealed itself and the blood loss, while significant, could have been much worse given the circumstances. With that done, Maya sighed heavily and lifted her dirt-stained arm to wipe the sweat that was beading on her forehead. The most urgent matter was tended to, but that didn't mean he was out of the woods. The rest of his body was battered and bruised and it was obvious he had some internal bleeding going on, what with the blood he coughed up during his last moments of consciousness. Maya moved swiftly to pull his shirt up and examine his abdomen where bruising was already turning an angry purple. A quick spell gave her an idea of the damage and she shifted tactics with another spell, the yellow light glowing brightly from her wand tip as her other hand felt around to make sure his organs were knitting together properly. With the few rib bones that had shattered once again mended, she watched with relief as he unconsciously took a deep breath.
Maya took the next twenty minutes looking over the rest of him, mending wounds and breaks where she saw them before finally sitting back on her knees. Once again, she moved to wipe beads of sweat off of her brow before opening her bag and reaching within for one of the blood replenishing potions she'd made not too long ago. The cork popped off with ease as she moved to prop his head up on her lap. "This is going to taste awful, but it'll help." Maya honestly said this more for herself than for him since it seemed he still hadn't regained consciousness yet. With practiced ease, Maya administered the potion and made sure he swallowed it before relaxing again. Now all there was to do was wait. Gently, Maya guided his head back down to rest on the ground before replacing the cork of the bottle and putting it back into her bag. It looked as if the auror who'd come to talk to them before wanted to say a few things, but honestly she was just too exhausted. Sixteen hours at the hospital followed by all of this had left her completely drained.
At least with the aurors there, she felt she was relatively safe for the first time that night. Her mind couldn't even process everything that had happened. But as she sat back on her feet and leaned to the side on the wall, her eyes grew heavy and she drifted into a shallow sleep as she waited for Deri to wake up. Sleep would help him recuperate, but that didn't mean she intended on leaving him until she was sure he was okay again.
Carman looked at the two around the towering form of what was now an Occamy (she didn't even want to start on that whole ordeal) and shook her head. It'd been about fourty-five minutes since the woman had started healing the man and it seemed like she was finally done. Now, in the middle of they alley, she had two civilians passed out. Honestly, it was a wonder they'd survived this long, what with how adamant the attackers were on getting to them. Her team had managed to dispatch a few, but this guy had taken out his fair share before getting blasted. It made her wonder where his training came from. Her eyes glanced back over at the others, noticing a few other departments arrive, but she didn't move except to lean back against the opposite wall to the other two. For now, they'd deal with the people they'd taken down and, if it came to it, she would have these two transferred back to St. Mungo's for observation for a bit until they were awake.
OOC INFO
Alias: Carman
Other Characters: Maya Laureano, Carman Jones, Anashka Markovic
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5+ characters: Wait one week since last character, or have 10 roleplay posts on each account.
10+ characters: Post ONE DIRECT roleplay link per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished.
15+ characters: Post TWO DIRECT roleplay links per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished.
DO NOT REMOVE: Your application will be looked over as soon as possible. Please do not ask any of the admins to look over your application unless it has been two days (48 hours) since you've finished the application. You have three weeks to finish the application, or it will be archived. If this happens, you're free to apply again.
Other Characters: Maya Laureano, Carman Jones, Anashka Markovic
Activity Check:
5+ characters: Wait one week since last character, or have 10 roleplay posts on each account.
10+ characters: Post ONE DIRECT roleplay link per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished.
15+ characters: Post TWO DIRECT roleplay links per character from the last two weeks based on the day this application is finished.
DO NOT REMOVE: Your application will be looked over as soon as possible. Please do not ask any of the admins to look over your application unless it has been two days (48 hours) since you've finished the application. You have three weeks to finish the application, or it will be archived. If this happens, you're free to apply again.