Asia Gretani alias Joan Arcrow

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A mission accomplished. A risky move. Cyrus Arcrow didn't think he'd fall for the FBI agent he'd been forced to be partnered with, but he did.

Their lives were fast-paced and hanging between life and death. Neither expected that the marriage would ever be official, however somehow they found themselves with enough time for a proper wedding ceremony. It was nothing too big, just a small congregation in the church. Relatives were invited, cake was served, there was even a small party afterwards. The newlyweds enjoyed while they could, for life was never easy for them.

Each day the danger grew, each day it reached heights that the two never would've thought possible. Of course, it was to be expected that a couple of both CIA and FBI were to be targeted at one point. Their apprehension rose when Lethia discovered she was pregnant, and they waited with bated breath for attacks. The government could only do so much to protect them and their unborn daughter, after all.

Lethia went into labor a week earlier than when she was due. A C-section was needed, but Joan came out fine and healthy. Her birth lasted long in the night, worrying Cyrus horribly. Lethia was released a few weeks later, and came along with her was their child.

Time was precious, so the two spent most, if not all, of their spare time with their daughter, and later their son. Joan went through ballet, taekwondo, and other activities with her parents doing their utmost best to support her at every challenge. There were, of course, days when she couldn't go to them for help with homework...but her parents tried, and that was enough for Joan.

Alistair was born when Joan was nearing her third year of living. At first, she was apprehensive with sharing her parents with her baby brother, but Lethia and Cyrus took care not to neglect her. And so the siblings grew close to each other, and it was good that they did. In the end, they truly and only had each other.

Daily life was always on schedule, strict, and generally militaristic. Joan and Alistair didn't care. They knew what their parents did for a living, and were well aware of the fact that all the martial arts lessons and all the drills and the strict management of time could save their lives if the direst situations arose.

Depressing it was to realize afterwards that nothing could've prepared them for what was coming.

The Arcrow children led somewhat normal lives. Since their family had to move around so much, neither ever established any firm friendships with anyone. Besides, both of them tended to intimidate even the worst bullies. Seeing as Joan HAD in fact once broken the arm of a boy twice her size, they had good reason to be scared of the redhead.

Both were at school when the bomb detonated and turned their house, along with their parents, into shrapnel. It all happened so fast that neither could keep track. People came to take Alistair and Joan out right in the middle of class - and at one point Joan got so fired up she beat one of the unsuspecting men up - and nothing was ever the same. Joan was just ten, and Alistair was seven. It was at this point that the dormant magic within them sparked to life, and together they accidentally caused a fire in the school laboratory as they passed it along the way out. Their parents' funeral had them both weeping and clinging to each other. It would be the last time Joan would shed a tear for years.

They were put under protection and sent to their father's sister and her family. Joan's Hogwarts letter came for her, but they all thought it was a cruel prank, so it was ignored. The wizard who came and tried to explain things to them was forced away. Joan would have nothing to do with all his "magic" talk.

It took a year for Alistair to warm up to the family, and for a few months, he believed it would be okay again. Joan was another case. She strove to commit herself to the strict habits their parents had instilled to them while Alistair grew further and further away. While her brother tried his utmost best to actually forget everything, Joan found this as an act of betrayal. A huge fight between them ensued and once more, their magic exploded. The top floor of the house was destroyed from the force, ultimately alerting both Muggle and wizarding authorities. Fortunately, it was put down as a gas leak, though the Muggles couldn't figure out how both children had survived without even a scratch. That's when the Ministry came in.

Memories were modified and precautionary procedures taken. Their aunt and her family were so distraught that they allowed Joan to be whisked off "elsewhere", their excuse being: "We don't have enough funds to keep Alistair AND her." It was true, of course, but Joan knew that there was another reason. She just didn't belong.

Li'l Bundles was a strange place, and Joan was skeptical of the whole magic thing. The people who had taken there had been very understanding of her skepticism and didn't pressure her. She was also quite doubtful that whoever wanted her family dead couldn't reach her there, as according to the nice people they were very likely to be "Muggles." Gradually, Joan came to terms with it, but made it clear that she was not going to rely on any wand-waving shenanigans to lead her life. Her Hogwarts letter came again shortly after her 12th birthday. With much reluctance and indecision, Joan accepted.

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Aloof and a girl of few words, consider it a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when Joan speaks to you. She brushes off insults as if they were pesky flies and sends withering glances that cripple the frail-hearted. Few actually get through her walls of apathy. In other words - she. doesn't. CARE. When people do get through her and rather foolishly unleash her anger...well, let's just say that the word "mercy" is temporarily deleted from her vocabulary.

Consistent and strict with her habits, Joan is one to stick firmly to a schedule and is NEVER late for anything unless situations arise. Her daily life is military-coordinated and fairly monotone. Change is one thing she tries to be prepared for, but preparation didn't help much with her parents' sudden death.

Joan is more than capable of taking care of herself, and her almost rebellious independence shoves most people away. In all truth, she's scared of losing more people in her life, so she miserably plays that stereotype to the unrealistic max.

Defensive, wary, and sharp-tongued with every movement, most encounters Joan has with other life forms tend to end badly for the opposite party. Trust is a word unknown to her, being taught to question everything does so and also limits any relationships with people. But maybe...just maybe...there's still a fragment of a lonely child in her stiff, mature demeanor.

<big>INTJ

Introvert, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging</big>

<small>She has a ''distinct'' preference of Introversion over Extraversion. (67%)

She has a ''moderate'' preference of Intuition over Sensing. (25%)

She has a ''strong'' preference of Thinking over Feeling. (88%)

She has a ''distinct'' preference of Judging over Perceiving. (67%)</small>

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<big><span style="color:#308537;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Martial Arts'''</span></big>

Joan is as proficient as she can get with her combat training from various instructors and her parents. Judo and taekwondo are two arts she specifically favors above the rest. It has become so that when startled (it rarely happens), anyone who even remotely brushes against her will get instinctively attacked.

<big><span style="color:#308537;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Music'''</span></big>

It was clear from a young age that Joan had a spectacular voice. Her parents were delighted and encouraged her to hone this as much as she could. She could hit very difficult high notes and fill the room with the sonorous melody. Since her parents' death, she hasn't sung a thing and intends to keep it that way. The silent girl has also been taught to play various instruments, but has a preference for the harp and the lyre. Similar to her situation with her singing, she hasn't touched either instrument since the deaths.

<big><span style="color:#308537;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Ballet'''</span></big>

Ballet lessons were taken from age four to current day, and the results are quite evident on Joan. Her movements are always swift and sure with a touch of grace...and she rarely trips or stumbles. Dancing is the only thing she has allowed herself to keep (selfishly, as she sees it) since the tragedy. She finds it rather soothing, and revels in the fact that she can express her emotions in it. Obviously without anyone watching.

<big><span style="color:#308537;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Defense Against the Dark Arts'''</span></big>

Would it really surprise you that she excels at the offensive-based spells? Even at magic, Joan shows a strong inclination to learn how to defend herself. Showing a personal preference for spells that go for the killing blow, Joan's ruthlessness helps along her prowess in duels.

<big><span style="color:#308537;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Herbology'''</span></big>

Having inherited her mother's green thumb, Joan enjoys Herbology. Something about being around plants relaxes the normally alert girl.

<big><span style="color:#308537;text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px black">'''Nonverbal Magic'''</span></big>

Joan's good at nonverbal magic for good reason - she doesn't speak unless she wants to. Otherwise the teachers would have to force her to sit there all day, which would be a waste of time for both parties. She doesn't see the point in speaking a bunch of words just to do magic if she can do it mentally.

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She tends to claim she has TWO birthdays - June 30 and July 1. Her birth certificate states that it is June 30, but her parents had the nurse record the time of birth...which was the split second before midnight on June 30, so it is technically true.

Her fear of bombs is very, very rational so it is not listed as a phobia.

Her name is a portmanteau of "Joan of Arc" and "Scathach the Shadow" from the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel series.

Joan DESPISES most sweet things.

Her favorite fruit is the pomegranate.

She loves cats. <small>(dedication to [[User:CattyTheOrchid16|Nyahcat]])</small>

It isn't obvious until light hits her eyes at the right angle, but she has central heterochromia.

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