Kresselia Moon

rped by the embodiment of the universeKresselia Celaevana Moon (Moon Kyoo-Ri) is a fifth year Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Ew, do I really have to go through this? I don't see the point of going through my crappy past that nobody will give a crap about. Ugh, what? I have to? Well, ƒµç╪ you.
"**January.** My parents were a classic story. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they fall in love, girl dies, boy drops into depression, boy meets someone new who is head over heels for them, boy finally gets the ƒµç╪ over their deceased lover and marries the living one and has kids. Gosh, Dad, you had to be so ƒµç╪ing complicated, didn't you? Love's complete bull\*\*\*\*. *You* should have learned that by now.
"**February**. Twins are born. Here's where me and Rai come in. I'm a quiet baby. Rai, not so much. I'm younger by a couple of minutes, and I cba to remember the exact number. Our parents adore us, or so that's what supposedly happens. Then the bills start coming in, and poverty hits. Sh!t goes down.
"**March**. We're barely a year old when they start fighting. I have a good memory, Rai says so. It's why I'm so good at math, but whatever. I've had it apparently since I was a baby, because I can still vividly make out their yelling. It's not nice, but probably how all those cuss words got installed into my brain. I'll have to thank my parents for that.
"**April**. Whoop-de-ƒµç╪ing-do, we're four years old. I like fire. I like seeing it consume the paper. Dad takes the lighter away from me, and I bawl my eyes out. How pathetically innocent I was back then. Parents argue. First time they pull me and Rai apart to sleep in different houses. I couldn't sleep and cried all night. Dad got sick of it and we went back to being in one house.
"**June**. They've calmed down a bit. Things have settled down. It's quiet. I steal the lighter and the matches all the time and I set the living room table on fire. Dad yells at me and locks me in the cupboard for the night. Rai gets me out. I set fire to the brooms.
"**July**. Dad disappears. Mom - gross, never let me repeat that again - tells us he'll come back. He doesn't. I nearly burn down the living room but Parent #2 doesn't say anything. I learn how to pick locks. I find a broken gramophone in the attic. I fix it. Rai is so happy.
"**August**. School is hell. I scream at the kids to leave me alone. I burn off some kid's pigtails. Guidance counselor. Parent #2 takes me to a therapist. I don't cooperate. I kick and scream and yell for Dad. Rai is in the other room, screaming for me. We go home, and Parent #2 is silent the entire way home. It hurts. I burn down the whole house. I'm barely alive. I'm on flames and I'm terrified. I wake up and I don't have a foot and a hand. Parent #2 is crying.
"**September**. Rai and I are magic. I finally know why I can burn things without matches. We get shipped off to magic school. I hate it. I hate homework. I hate people. I borrow (I was feeling nice enough to not steal) books from a Muggle library. I love them. I love engineering.

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"Sugarcoating is a complete waste of time and I don't see why the ƒµç╪ people bother with it.
"I don't like people. I don't understand organic life forms. That's literally all you need to know about me. Oh, and stay the hell out of my way."

"Not good with organic life forms." If you wanted to dumb down Kress' personality into one sentence, that would fit her perfectly. It doesn't matter how well she understands quantum mechanics. She simply can't comprehend what makes humans tick and teeter about like the dunderheads she feels they are. Don't get her started on how annoying "feelings" are. That's just asking for trouble.
People's general existence makes her want to hurl. She hates how some of their movements are so horribly rusty and badly wants to grab an oil can and fix their joints if she could. The need for physical proximity also makes her head spin. What's with people wanting to be right in your face when talking? That makes *zero* sense to her. She believes communication is the same whether or not you're five hundred feet away. Ugh, humans, always making things so damn complicated.
Then there's the whole thing about "niceness" and sugarcoating. Those topics make Kress feel like her brain short-circuited. *Why* do you have to be nice to someone you don't like? *Why* do you have to lie to people? *Why* do they take it so personally when you're being honest? General courtesy? What? No thanks. Kress would rather be stuck with a broken record for company. At least *that* she can fix.
Honesty, or to be more specific, *brutal* honesty is Kress' everyday policy. Asking for her opinion is asking her to unpin a grenade. She won't let any details go free. Her criticism *is* really constructive, but she doesn't get why people seem so offended after she nitpicks through the mess that is their problem. Maybe it's the bluntness of her approach, but who really cares? People started to leave her alone ever since she made sure that no one could go within five feet near of her.
Homework? HA. Kress couldn't care less about homework. She swears it's all some big conspiracy to make them think military schools are worse. Her academic skills lay forsaken and accumulate dust as she lacks a ƒµç╪ to give. Rai is the only reason she's managed to scrape passing grades and advance to the next year level. She has a really soft spot for her *ssangdung-i hyeongje*, and he's one of the few weak spots in her armor of maraging steel. That isn't to say it's all *his* effort, of course. Kress is no slouch, and in reality, she's frankly good as long as she bothers to try.

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