FULL NAME: Imogen Solstice Rainwater.
NICKNAMES: N/A.
AGE/DOB: 17 18 / December 7th, 2002 [Sagittarius].
YEAR: Senior.
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female, she/her.
SEXUALITY: Imogen will smash her face against anyone's face.
HOMETOWN: Crystal Grove, CA. The crown jewel of soulless, gentrified magitech black holes.
APPEARANCE:Mermaid-long, wild hair around a wry, pretty face. A galaxy of bruises and some gnarly storied scars. Knobbly knees and elbows. Constantly wearing headphones.
Imogen has the talent of making all the high-end, expensive clothing her mother buys for her look like it came out of a dollar bin at someone's garage sale -- mostly from mixing it with pieces that are more to her own taste, which tend to be punky and tomboyish. She wears a lot of athleisure, large hoodies and ironic baseball caps, but can also be spotted in equally ironic tiny plaid miniskirts, plush sweaters, and preppy blazers.
Wear and tear + stray paint unite her aesthetic. It's rare for anything Imogen owns to survive a season, even if devastatingly well-made and maintained on magical life support. She often needs to be told to retire busted pairs of shoes or t-shirts with too many holes in them.
When her parents or other relevant figures are around, however -- or the situation demands it -- Imogen morphs into a softly made-up, tidy and fashionable ingenue. It's amazing.
HEIGHT: 5'8"
BUILD: Thin & lanky with lean muscle.
PB: India Eisley.
INSPO: Pinboard.
Imogen Rainwater is hard to touch. Her true heart (if it exists) is insulated by a nihilistic, spiky little bubble that breaks rarely and never easily.
Imogen's presence is kinetic, intrepid and unpredictable, occasionally darkly jocular, underlined by soft, sarcastic barbs and insolent willingness to do anything for a rush (she was absolutely that gross elementary school kid who would eat any vile concoction as long as you dared her to, and has carried this energy with her into sleek young adulthood). She's easily bored and always moving, social but private, with no interest in popularity off the Quidditch field -- but an equal inability to resist trouble, fun, or attention. Catch her on the fringes of things, snarking about people out of the corner of her mouth while eyeing a way into their excitement.
The truth is, things often seem to slide right off of her, positive or negative: disappointments and set-backs, triumphs, embarrassments, feelings in general. Experiences that would leave a more sensitive person flat on their back furrow Imogen's brow for a half a second. She's "tough" and disaffected, no fucks given, or maybe just hollow. Emotions spike -- particularly a spiteful, mouthy temper and cocky, grasping entitlement -- then level out ten minutes later. This and her obvious, straight-faced disillusionment with most aspects of life (nothing is interesting, everything can be bought, no one is original and simply wanting something makes it right), often color Imogen as alternately confident and self-assured or callous and self-important, which are frankly all true in various measures. She has a bold, cold streak of recklessness and impulsivity, always bubble-wrapped by the ability to throw cash, her parents, or her brother at any problems she can't ignore, burn down, or lie her way through.
All told, Imogen is more than a little insulated from reality not only by her various self-constructions, but inherent status and privilege. The rules never apply to her, you see. She's free to turn inward toward her own world with its own structure and its own humor as much as she likes, and her awareness of the fact makes it even less charming (ex. she disrespects her parents constantly, joking about how out of touch they are while holding out both hands for more money).
Imogen is absolutely not as thankful for what she has as she ought to be, almost ever or in any regard, and despite countless blessings and opportunities has settled into the cold-blooded arms of true, deep-rooted cynicism. When she isn't in the sky, she's so jaded she sometimes feels she barely has a pulse, often seeking out mischief or spontaneous adventures, leaning gleefully into pointless arguments for "something to do." She's gonna go too far to see what happens once she's there. She's gonna push the unlabeled button. She's gonna debate insistently for hours about things that, at their base, she cares nothing about and likely won't even remember the finer points of tomorrow.
Issues with depression exacerbate the issue; Imogen's coping methods are unique at best, unhealthy at worst, non-existent at rock bottom (she's notorious for simply "forgetting" anything uncomfortable, as if it never happened or existed, and occasionally dissociates altogether). It'd be easy to say that she acts out for something to feel. Maybe that's partially accurate. Truthfully, though, she's often quite comfy with her numbness, with motivation more toward excitement and subversion (as long as it's easy). She's an adrenaline hound and hunter of novelties to suck fun out of, then snort disdainfully at.
In harshest and most simplistic terms, Imogen can be reduced to a trash-talking, spoiled Quidditch prodigy jock with bottomless pockets. Take those things away and her most "delightful" qualities would likely have precluded her acceptance to this school.
It's not all bad, though -- though she'd deny it, Imogen possesses complexity. At her best, she's adventurous, playfully spontaneous, clever, loyal and brave, as well as doggishly protective of what she does find meaningful. It's difficult to keep her down or confined. Friends, family and sundry allies can count on her to step in front of them and take a punch (or, more likely, throw it). A fixed force, she Endures with grim humor and malicious determination, capable of working very hard for far too long for the things she wants or enjoys. Though the majority of her school performance doesn't indicate as such, Imogen is more capable and quick-witted than it might initially seem. She often appears idle, quietly working through schemes and plotting paths in her mind, then exploding into action before anyone can stop her. She's massively individualistic, rarely requiring permission or validation apart from her own (or, sincerely, Elijah's).
At the right times and in the right contexts, Imogen's venturesome vibes can be fun and infectious, and she's a great cheerleader for taking risks, trying new things, and loudly telling the universe (or select denizens) to fuck right off. She's also quite generous, even irritatingly so, though whether the fact that it's easy to be because 1) she doesn't care and 2) she's rich negates the inherent positivity in this is open for interpretation. Actually, maybe that about sums it up.
FUN FACTS:- So much a part of Deeplurk Quidditch's backtalk problem that she has her own locker room swear jar.
- Broke the same wrist three times in one month her first season as first-string Beater.
- Artiste extraordinaire of questionable protein shake concoctions.
- Experiments with her graffiti tag often, but can be consistently tracked across school grounds and Elflock Falls via her most typical scribbles: a nine-legged spider, or, less inscrutably, her first and middle initials followed by a descriptor (I.S pissed, I.S done, I.S here).
LANGUAGES: Basically just
English, though Imogen also knows a lot of rude and questionable things in
Italian and
French thanks to Elijah. Her Italian in particular is developed enough that she feels comfortable attempting to talk shit with him in it, though she's far from on his level.
HOBBIES: flying, quidditch, more quidditch, wishing she was at practice, jogging intimidatingly around campus in the early hours like she's casing the place, mysteriously appearing where she isn't supposed to be, skateboarding, bothering elijah, tagging, working out, constantly snacking, dueling and general rough-housing, spending her parents' vast fortune on absolute frivolities, collecting cool rocks and eyeshadow palettes she'll never use, leaking weird rumors about her family online, various other delinquency, living in a nihilistic fantasy world.
SKILLS:- Flying, Quidditch, General Athletics. Imogen would probably tell you with droll seriousness that this is the only thing she's truly good at. Her style is fast, daring, and brutal, like a shooting star. Also like a shooting star, she doesn't care who or what the fuck is in her way. Her parents can afford to purchase her the newest and best top of the line flight gear, and besides that, repurchase it, so on top of an apparent suicide wish Imogen is free to treat her broom like it's disposable, just like her body. She is a trash-talking, win-focused terror from above (and someone thought it was a good idea to hand her a bat, too). She brings the same Predator-like endurance to daily work-outs and general athleticism.
- Skateboarding. Imogen can stay on her board, thanks half to skill and half to various spellwork, and look pretty cool doing it. She's learned a small roster of easy tricks, and when she bites it, she tends to bite hard. Mostly, you can catch her cruising aimlessly around Elflock Falls looking glossy and bored.
- Graffiti. First and foremost, you must understand that Imogen is not an artist. Her lettering is atrocious, and her attempts at drawing are, in a word, lacking. Still, she loves "redecorating" with colors and messages where they're not supposed to be. (Who doesn't???? They're lying.) Getting into this occasionally dangerous hobby has encouraged Imogen to 1) believe she's immortal and 2) nurture no respect for other people's property, but it's also rewarded her with some unexpectedly useful lessons: how to get through locks and climb over barriers, "safe" trespassing, soft parkour, reading unfamiliar people and potentially dangerous situations, dealing with unknown security spells and wards, etc. She's smooth. Also, shameless.
- DADA, Dueling. Defense Against the Dark Arts is actually Imogen's best class, despite the fact that her grade does not reflect this. She's a natural duelist: quick on her feet + a quick draw to match, with a relentless, physical style, and vicious skill with jinxes and hexes. It's all a very good outlet for stress. And, uh, the constant suffering of existence on this mortal plane. Y'know.
- Cleaning Up Nice. Essential skill for the rich kid semi-delinquent. Keeps the parental supervision low. A surprisingly charismatic liar, Imogen can brush her hair, turn on the charm and appear for all the world like a well-adjusted, beautiful young do-gooder going real places in life, you'll see. Gee whiz. :) :) ;)
- Green Thumb. It could be argued that this is the sole manifestation of any tenderness or care-taking ability Imogen possesses.
FAMILY:- Steve Water. Father.
- Perpetua Rain. Mother. A famous supermodel who had her heyday in the 90s. Now the pretentious ("timeless, gorgeous, iconic") face of her husband's company. Constantly shmoozing and flitting in and out of her childrens' view. Considers herself an artistic genius and iconoclast. Cries a lot.
- Elijah Rainwater. Twin brother. Mothgarden senior.
- Orchid Rainwater. Younger sister. Thorntrail sophomore.
To look at them, one might think of Steve and Perpetua as an odd couple. On the surface, they have little in common: a magitech geek with cold-blooded business sense (and quite possibly no feelings whatsoever) next to his willowy, artistic partner, her face world-famous and her dramatics equally renowned. Truthfully, though, what matters are the things they share on the inside: a drive to compete and dominate inherited from their dueling California pureblood dynasties (a rivalry for the ages), and a heart-thumping love of money. In fact, one could say that making money is their chief hobby and concern.
The achievement of Steve's life has culminated in what could be considered a wizarding equivalent of Amazon: responsible for connecting magical populations with easy and convenient and affordable options, but also mountains of charmed garbage, a bankrupt graveyard of now-defunct competition, the creeping cultural desolation of at least two wizarding cities, and countless acts of mundane evil and questionable employee treatment.
It's a great and terrible beast that has come to occupy him and his wife rather totally these last few years, which one could argue is a blessing for their children. Since birth, Imogen and her siblings have traditionally wanted for absolutely nothing at all, had unfettered access to the most ridiculous first world old-money-meets-new-growth privileges and amenities possible, and had to deal primarily with high class nannies, butlers, maids, and tutors rather than their parents, when not enduring various holidays and family meetings (Steve) or soul retreats (Perpetua). At least during the day. At night -- it's a house rule, or at least it was before the days of boarding school -- one or the other will at least wire in and ask each child about what progress they've made on their five year plans (Steve) and deepest ambitions of the heart (Perpetua). It says the most about Imogen's childhood, probably, that this is what she considers the most stressful aspect of the experience.
At least she wasn't alone in it, though. Imogen always had Elijah. A better half, Elijah, with more of a compass than hers, which was almost solely interested in flying and professional broom sports, taking advantage of her parents' constant travel and semi-ambivalence, sneaking away to Two-shoes, and getting into trouble with gaggles of equally spoiled friends. Imogen has always liked adventure, perhaps because it's the one thing -- truthfully -- she has to forge for herself rather than simply being handed. The best of it is separate from how it's funded. Adrenaline makes you feel alive when your shiny void of a home sparks nothing.
One would think that heading to Bottleby would have felt like an adventure, but it's hard when both sets of grandparents have practically had wings of the school named after them, and your family is responsible for helping to fund half the newer amenities, and everyone knows who your parents are on a memetic level. Rain and Water, everywhere. It's hard to feel, too, like you're walking your own path when you can easily pay someone to walk it for you whenever you don't feel like it: tutors, ghostwritten essays, homework helpers bullied or enticed into more than their fair share, friends to take the fall when your schemes get too messy or ambitious.
Not that Imogen's exactly coasted through, academically or otherwise. She'd never get away with something like that as Elijah's twin. She "worked" and "grew some form of perspective" and "developed" what could be called "interests" apart from zipping away from life on a broom, but even those couldn't really stop her from growing deeply, painfully bored with their circumstances, or feeling superior and disconnected due to various privilege and inherited strangeness. As a school, Bottleby was interesting due to its history and location and size. But nothing else in it held Imogen's attention for long, and she often resorted to creating her own amusements. The worst of these brought either parent thundering down on the establishment like a greased-up android (Steve) or an airy, operatically Concerned fury (Perpetua). Neither were ever as worried about Imogen herself as they ought to have been, narrowing eyes at the administration, the parents of whatever child whose feelings she'd hurt, environmental "stressors," etc. She learned from them that the world is what you see and force of it, and that
it owes
you, rather than the other way around.
Probably she'd be even more of a monster now if Elijah hadn't had the brilliant idea of going to Peckenpaugh. It's not the sort of thing Imogen would have come up with herself -- her only real motivations being more "short term" in nature, and/or somewhat ungrounded in reality -- but of course he couldn't go without her, and Imogen made sure he didn't. Her application was flawless. Uncharacteristically so.
Her entrance to the school Freshman year was far from it, though. Turns out, lots of Imogen's old tricks at Bottleby simply wouldn't
do at Peckenpaugh, and -- worst -- she found she didn't... want them to??? Strangely, the place was challenging and new and interesting enough on its own that, while life was undoubtedly still
meaningless, she found herself almost
having to enjoy parts of it on principle. Free time felt like free time for once, for example. Her hobbies became mildly more compelling too. There was a Quidditch team, for one, and a cute town with an actual soul to explore and draw all over. Getting what she wanted -- a spot on said Quidditch team, attention, etc -- was something she had to put real work into rather than simply holding her hands out for. And Imogen found, most disturbing of all, that she had the spirit for it.
WAND: 10" Chestnut,
Giant Salamander claw. Pleasantly swishy and very utilitarian in appearance.
FAMILIAR: A mean, finicky Russian Blue called
Patch (short for Sour Patch). Patch makes everything harder than it needs to be and is
very protective of her master's things. She's all sweetness with her and her twin, though. ... And yeah, sometimes Orchid. Only sometimes.
CAREER GOALS: Jobs are for chumps and nepotism is the law of the land. If Imogen somehow doesn't make it pro with Quidditch, her dad will just give her a meaningless title at his company. Whatever.
PART-TIME JOB: N/A.
CLASSES: - Core:
Charms. This class fuckin sux. If Charms are like "poetry" and require "feeling," you can imagine the kind of difficulty they give Imogen. She often grasps things in theory -- and just long enough to perform passably for practical exams -- but has little to no patience for the kind of finesse real mastery requires. She can often be heard whispering a passionate "what the fuck" at new material in class.
Potions. Cool. Imogen, of course, deeply appreciates a good explosion and can vibe with Berzelius's general style. She'd be better at this course if she had anything close to an eye for detail. A classroom hazard who needs to stop snickering at her own and other people's mistakes.
Transfigurations. Min is annoying and this class is annoying. Imogen has a mind for numbers and equations -- she's like her brother in that way -- but zero patience for repetition, often growing bored and walking away or descending into hissy complaint. Also, why the fuck is there always so much homework??????? It's not that she doesn't get the material. She just doesn't want to participate, and you can't make her.
- Elective:
DADA. Far and away Imogen's best class, though -- like almost everywhere else -- she struggles with succeeding in the kind of ways that would make it show (though, unlike almost everywhere else, she does try). If you were to look at her grades alone, you'd never realize, but Imogen is a natural talent and kind of a jinx whiz. Unfortunately, Purcell doesn't always make it easy to focus, and participating "constructively" in discussion or sitting through long tests are not her forte. Give Imogen a chance to work through things physically and show her grasp for theory through action, though, and she shines. She's a fearsome duelist.
Outdoor Magic. Here for more time on a broom, basically. This is barely a real class in Imogen's mind, which means she consistently performs very well (though her attitude can be somewhat dismissive and irreverent, even as she enjoys herself).
Herbology. Treetops's style -- less homework, more talking and action -- suits Imogen. She enjoys the physical aspects of this subject: handling plants and materials, sticking her hands in the dirt, learning through action and touch. Though she isn't a person you would go to for granular factoids or deep, studied knowledge, she does exhibit an innate "sense" for plant needs and feelings that serves her performance well (her marks display passing success with little effort, so as well as being tolerable Herbology helps keep her GPA afloat). If only she had the will to apply herself.
C&M. Imogen enrolled in this course because she'll take any excuse to get out of an actual classroom. Field trips and field research both appeal to her, and she's often the first out the door when it comes time to mobilize (even if she may or may not actually get around to the work, once so freed). The actual class material is really kinda interesting, too, though she could stand to take it (way, way) more seriously than she does. At least Elijah is present to reel her in?
EXTRA-CURRICULARS: - Quidditch (Beater)
- Member: Duelling & Wandwork Club, Adventure Club.
SORTING?: Imogen entered her Sorting with determination that she would end up in the same house as Elijah, but Deeplurk was an obvious fit in a way that even she couldn't deny (though she adamantly tried, the very act of which cemented the correctness of the placement). The truth is, Imogen is practically a mascot for her house: individualistic, determined, hard to smack off her chosen course, and with very little regard for what you think of that. Also, the questions in the Winter room made her laugh (not always easy). For the record, she'd marry a Redwood.
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