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Mason Delaney Grimm

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Mischievous. Distant. Reckless.

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Pure Blood - Slytherin- Fifth Year

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Sonny

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Fifteen. October 25th

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Ash. 8 1/2 inches. Dragon heart string.

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Slim-framed and petite, Mason is the exact reason you don't judge a book by its cover. She somehow manages to project an innocent, wholesome aura that is easily disarming and wholly misleading. Massive and wicked, her eyes are a clear, crystalline blue and framed by long, dark lashes. If she's lying, amused, infuriated, or bored her eyes will give her away every time. More often than not Mason sports a puckish glint in those big blue lamps, a hint at the mischievous soul within. <BR><BR>

Seemingly unable to hold any sort of color, Mason’s fair skinned. Her creamy complexion is all the more pale when in contrast with her hair. Black curls tumble down her back in chronic disarray, thick and difficult to tame. Even when she yanks it back into a ponytail to keep it from falling in her face it’s determined to do as it pleases. Her efforts are for naught as it consistently tangles, knots, comes loose… basically does the exact opposite of what she wants. <BR><BR>

To her extreme chagrin she only stands at a modest five-foot-one. Mason is slim-framed, without much curvature, and softly toned. Muscular is not a word that any would associate with her but her strength is deceptive, her muscles wiry instead of bulging. Growing up in the woods, she doesn't go out of her way to trendy or in fashion and prefers comfort. <BR><BR>


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Tania Raymonde

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The Grimms are a pure blood family and they're known by their magical associates as a rather standoffish group. Mason's grandmother is a rather accomplished potioneer and has made a name for herself through Argyll and Bute. To the muggles in Loch Fyne they are the eccentrics who live alone in the woods.

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STRENGTHS

</option><option> Gymnast - Everyone has an outlet. Mason's just happens to involve a great deal of climbing and free falling.
</option><option> Humor - Mason has an unwavering (though often dark) sense of humor that has always served her well, whether keeping her strong in a unpleasant time or defusing someone else's bad mood.
</option><option> Independent - Mason can and will take care of herself. She's been doing it for so long that she probably couldn't give up control to someone else if she wanted to. And she doesn't.


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WEAKNESSES

</option><option> Incapable of being serious - Mason cannot and will not focus on the negatives of a situation and if she does it is only to poke fun at them. Sure this keeps her rather light-hearted but it also gets her into a good deal of trouble.
</option><option> Stubborn - She couldn't care less what you think. Mason's right and that's that. If anyone argues with her, she only digs her heels in and refuses to budge.
</option><option>Graceless - Not referring to physically but socially. Mason is oblivious when it comes to flirting or adhering to social expectation and norms. She just has no interest and therefore makes no apologies.


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ASPIRATIONS

</option><option> To be the greatest witch ever. Duh.


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FEARS

</option><option> Mason is terribly afraid of the dark


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HOBBIES

</option><option> Cheering on the Scottish National Quidditch team
</option><option> Gymnastics


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Mason is a mixed bag. She is as laid back as they come and a firm believer in rolling with the punches. There's a levity to her, an undertone of humor, that forewarns of her inability to take anything seriously. The grimmer the situation, the more likely Mason is to be inappropriately amused by it. It isn't anything dark or sinister, it's simply how she copes with unpleasantness. When given the choice between laughter or tears, there's no question which way Mason will turn. If she is forced out of her chill, laid back persona and driven to her boiling point, it’s difficult to rein her back in. She doesn't back down because, quite simply, she doesn't know how, even if it's not in her best interest. She meets any threat or challenge head on and without remorse.<BR><BR>

Mason loves dangerous stunts and pushes her own limits in every way possible, physically, emotionally, and mentally. She thrives under a challenge and the fastest way to get her to do something is to tell her that she can’t. There is some… general awareness of rules, but that’s the extent of her acknowledgment. It's not that Mason considers herself above the law, but she finds great delight in bulldozing through it, mindless of protocol or expectation. Stubborn and clever, impulsive and reckless, Mason rarely thinks things through. She charges blindly into situations without knowing details. Her "fly by the seat of her pants" lifestyle makes her appear to be in a constant state of organized chaos and she often comes off as a bit scattered or oblivious. That's not far from the truth. While academically excellent, Mason is a bit of an idiot. She lacks common sense and basic social graces.<BR><BR>

Mason has a great love of mischief, and an easy, albeit dark, sense of humor that she displays at every opportunity. For the most part she makes friends very slowly as her default setting is sarcastic and caustic. She deals with everything with a smirk, a dry wit, and a blatant sense of arrogance and indifference. Her mean streak isn’t dominant, but it’s certainly there and while Mason's temper is slow, it's ferocious. Once it's provoked to the surface it's best to just back away slowly. As wily as she is Mason is a terrible liar, much to her chagrin, though she's rather clever linguistically and doesn't mind confusing the bejesus out of people to get her way.

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Pureblood families have a sort of arrogance associated with them, but the Grimms have never really followed the herd. Half-blood, pure-blood, muggle… Whatever. They keep to themselves and don’t go out of their way to engage with either magic or non-magic folk. True they cater to themselves and are rather elitists, but it isn’t because they feel any one is necessarily beneath them. They simply push themselves to excel. The family lives in the woodland beside Loch Fyne in Sera Grimm’s childhood home, nestled deep in the trees. <BR><BR>

Mason was born late in October, the second child to John and Sera Grimm. Sera loved both of her daughters without condition but she had a very hands off approach to raising her girls. She left Mason to handle her own and the toddler was half-wild and all trouble. She grew up playing in the local potion shop that her mother and grandmother owned. She drew in old spell books, terrorized customers, and once nicked her mother’s wand and blew up a babbling beverage that had been brewing on the front counter. The entire shop chattered like ninnies for a week. Mason was underfoot and in an attempt to keep the toddler occupied, Sera intervened on behalf of the shop and her own sanity. She enrolled the little terror in gymnastics. Her hope was that it would tire the kid out and Mason met the challenge without blinking. Something about flipping around and running full tilt at a stationary object suited the reckless child just fine.<BR><BR>

Unfortunately Mason played hard. Most of her early childhood was spent in various slings and casts, band aids became her signature fashion statement... but she was indomitable (or stubbornly reckless, depending on who was asked). A simple flick of the wand might have put the little Humpty Dumpty back together again, but her father thought that there was a lesson to be learned. He let her heal the muggle way, hoping to teach her caution, but Mason didn’t seem to understand the meaning of the word. John didn’t know if he should be proud of his youngest girl’s grit or lock Mason in the basement where she couldn’t do herself any harm. Sera watched on with approval and John commented far too often that Mason was just like her mother.<BR><BR>

Possibly too like her mother. Reckless and unshakable, very little got under Mason’s skin. The only real exception was her older sister. While Mason was an abrasive roughneck that flew by the seat of her pants and did whatever it was that pleased her at any given moment, Cooper was more like their father. Deliberate and steady, Coop always seemed to succeed without any effort and it drove Mason crazy. She always had a comeback, always had the answers, and never hesitated to make Mason work for every single inch. The two of them fought constantly and it was rare that Mason came out on top. <BR><BR>

Between her constant battles with Coop, her father’s absence due to work, and her mother’s determination to let Mason find her own feet, she didn’t have a lot of direction. She found incredible comfort in her grandda. The old man lived in the same house and was always there to listen to his little granddaughter’s woes and adventures. While a pureblood, Mason’s grandda had a fascination with muggles and often put his wand down to give the non-magic approach a try. It wasn’t always successful but Mason learned to appreciate the strange culture that was so different from her own. <BR><BR>

Cooper thought the old man was card short of a chocolate frog. The age gap between Coop and Mason only seemed to exacerbate their differences and so when Mason finally got to be an older sibling, it was with much excitement and determination not to be as big a disappointment as Coop. Baby Archer immediately stole her heart and Mason was ridiculously protective. When her owl came with her acceptance letter to Hogwarts (and there was no doubt that it would come, no matter how much Coop teased her) she tried to pack Archer in her trunk to take him with her.<BR><BR>

School was almost overwhelming. Mason had been sheltered in Loch Fyne. Aside from her family and a few of her parents associates, she hadn’t met many other magic users. There was more than a little arrogance in her attitude her first year, but Mason was cut down to size rather rapidly. She had a slight edge in potions, thanks to her mother and gran, but classes were far more difficult than she had anticipated. Charms especially failed to come easily or amuse her. It wasn't that Mason couldn’t do the work. She just didn't care enough to really apply herself. There were so many other things that she would rather have been doing and she made no apologies for it. She daydreamed and quipped, and only bothered to maintain respectable grades to meet her parents’ expectations. Anything less than her absolute best was unacceptable and Mason performed, rather against her will. <BR><BR>

In her third year, her grandda passed on and the entire family took it hard. Coop came back from America and arranged everything since Sera was too distraught to do much of anything. The days following the funeral were steeped in absolute misery and while neither Mason or Coop was bogged down in it, it was difficult to watch their parents and grandmother. <BR><BR>

Before her fifth year started, the entire Grimm family was eagerly awaiting Archer’s Hogwarts letter but it never arrived. It was something that they were all fearful of, but the lack of owl confirmed it. Archer was a squib, utterly without magic. It hardly mattered to Mason but it was impossible for her parents to conceal their disappointment. The kid was immediately enrolled in a muggle school and Mason is constantly getting owls from him. <BR><BR>

To date Mason is a smart ass, acerbic, wicked little fifth year.

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