Character Info
Character Name: Kezia Gwyneth Barton
Age: 17
Birthday: May 4th
Bloodline: half
Political View: Stood on the side of the Order.
Sexuality: heterosexual
Appearance: A rather petite girl, Kezia stands at 5 foot 3. She's rather thin, but her clothing choice seems to do well to try to hide it. Once a blonde, Kezia has recently taken to darkening her hair through charms to make her stand out a bit less. Her hazel eyes seem to be a bit haunted, as if the war was just a bit too much on her.

Perhaps the most distinguishing part of her would be the scars. Sometime during her fifth year, Kezia returned to school with numerous scars, markings of an origin that she did not disclose. Most of them are easily covered by the long sleeves and high collars of her shirts, keeping the markings that lash across her back and peak across her chest hidden. One travels down behind her ear, trailing beyond her collarbone. She tries her best to hide them, but even magic can't keep them from staying under wraps forever.
PB: Haley Bennett
Personality: The world, and past events, have changed Kezia's personality drastically. Before her 6th year, Kezia was lighthearted, easygoing, a little bit on the boy-crazy side. She was mad about Quidditch, and prone to all nighters to keep her grades up. But coming back from school in her 6th year, things had changed. She was quiet, subdued. Loud noises seemed to make her want to jump and run away. She smiled instead of laughed, if she smiled at all. She'd withdrawn into her shell, becoming the girl that people whispered about. Something had happened to her. She didn't trust anyone anymore, she barely even talked to them. Sometimes it seemed like Kezia was almost afraid of them...
History: Hogwarts to present time: Kezia was born to Isabella and Stuart Stoddard in a sleepy little town south of London. The marriage wasn't a grand one, starting off with the biggest problem of all: neither partner knew the other belonged to the Wizarding World until after their wedding. Isabella was a witch, and Stuard was a squib, a disgrace to his pureblooded roots. It caused a rift that lasted throughout Kezia's childhood, making her feel a bit worried that perhaps being a witch was betraying her father. After all, he couldn't do magic, and the rest of them could.

Her fears continued up until she received her letter to Hogwarts, and her mother promised her that her father didn't hate her for being a witch, he just resented the fact that he wasn't as talented. With a lighter heart, Kezia went to school, happy to know that it wasn't her that caused her father's distaste for the world. It was even a happier day when she found out that he was going to move out, leaving her with her mother, whom she got along with much better.

But things were only going to go downhill from there. Kezia's mother fell in love and married an old friend, Jonathan Barton, a widower who worked with dragons. But that was a lie. Barton worked for the Ministry, in one of the Department of Mysteries most underground project. He worked against alleged Death Eaters, monitoring them. And as such, he was on their bad list.

During the summer between Kezia's 5th and 6th year, Kezia went to stay with her grandparents for a couple of weeks. What happened however, was someone had decided to get revenge on Barton, to send a message of hate close to home. And Kezia was to be that message.

She had returned home broken, bleeding, and unable to tell exactly what had happened to her. Shock and trauma had clouded her mind, and a few broken memory charms had made her all but insane. She returned to school in her 6th year a shell of her former self, constantly being watched by her parents and a couple of staff members, for fear that perhaps she was still suffering.

As the war started to brew, Jonathan and Isabella, terrified that those against them would try to harm their daughter or themselves, took Kezia out of school. They retreated to Romania, to a secluded home surrounded by wards and charms. Kezia felt like a coward running from the war like that. Had she been able to fight, she would have. Had they allowed her to fight, she would have stood right at the front line. If not for the rest of them, for herself. The attack she'd suffered had been an ambush, she hadn't expected it. She wanted a chance to defend herself.

Kezia was coming back into her own now. She was no longer afraid of her own shadow, and as the war ended and those responsible were being sentenced, she felt like she could finally breathe. No one was after her...