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Post by Cassandra Parker on Dec 29, 2006 21:54:13 GMT -5
m ,Name: Cassandra Parker Age: 11 Appearance: Cassandra has a slender 5'3" body with a fair complexion. Her chin-length mahogany brown hair naturally falls around her face in various layers. She dresses with her own zany style which she tends to obsess over, slightly. She rarely sports less than 3 layers of tops, necklaces, or bracelets. Her style catches the eye of most, but is never overwhelming. Personality: Cassandra's personality is displayed fully in the way she dresses and her heart is often worn on the sleeve of her expressive articles of clothing. She is creative and bright, although she tends to keep it to herself until she feels comfortable with the people she is around. She puts her best effort forth in everything she does, but she also loves to have fun. History: Father- pureblood wizard Mother-muggle Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Cassandra leads the first years into the hall. She had snuck her way into the front of the crowd in order to take everything in without anyone blocking her view. It was beautiful. The candles floating, the ceiling a gorgeous view of a starry sky, all the upper-year students, everything was amazing. She had waited for this day since her parents told her she was a witch. They had told her all about Hogwarts and given her a book about the history of the school. She wore the pages of that book out looking at it over and over again. This was finally the day she had been looking forward too...she was finally going to be sorted into a house at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. And the answer is . . . I would most like to visit Ireland! I think it is an amazing country. The beauty of it is breathtaking.
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Post by Liam Hawkins on Dec 30, 2006 6:27:52 GMT -5
Name: Liam Hawkins Age: 11 Appearance: Liam is quite small compared to most people but is still not puny. He has dark blond hair and grey/blue eyes. He has a few scars from where he half killed himself when he fell off a bike last year. When not in lessons, he usually settles for muggle clothes such as jeans and T-shirts. Personality: Liam is very friendly and eager to make friends. He is quite energetic and loves flying. His friendly nature makes it easy for people to like him. He is also quite brave and extremely loyal to those who are loyal to him. History: Liam was born as the last child in a family of five. His two brothers have been and gone from Hogwarts. He is a half-blood. His mum and dad are both magical but his dad is muggle born. Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Liam was shivering at the back of the crowd. This was one of the first times in his life that he couldn't talk to anyone without smiling. He was terrified. He kept thinking about what they were going to make him do. His brothers were terrorizing him for days when he got his letter. Saying he had to battle a variety of creatures he hadn't even heard of. He kept glancing at people either side of him. They all looked so calm compared to him. The doors opened and all the first years filed in. It was incredible. The cieling looked just like the sky outside. The candles were floating and there were hundreds of people in the room. "This is it," He thought, "The day I humiliate myself in front of the whole school!" They stopped and waited, waited for what was to happen... And the answer is . . . The Scottish Highlands again
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Post by geminihart on Dec 31, 2006 21:52:27 GMT -5
Name: Gemini Morgan Hart
Age: 15
Appearance: 5'4", dark gray, almond shaped eyes, wavy chestnut brown hair that comes about 4 inches below her shoulders. She has a flat narrow nose, and full lips. Her skin is very pale and it's not likely it will ever tan. She has a soft, slender, un-athletic build, and undefined legs.
Personality: Gemini comes off as a quiet loner to others, somewhat distant and unapproachable. However those who do dare to reach out to her would discover that she's actually quite kind, even if she is strange.
She loves unconventionality, and while she respects rules, she won't hesitate to break them if necessary. She tries to avoid conflicts, but if one of her strong beliefs is challenged she'll quickly break character and defend her opinion.
She Cares deeply for others, and is able to empathize with them. She is very understanding, and ultimately forgiving, which can be extremely dangerous.
Although she values friendship, Gemini believes the only person you can rely on in the end is yourself. She has hard time trusting and opening up to others, all the while others are opening up to her.
The way Gemini thinks and views things, is considered by others to be strange. Her emotions are rarely appropriate for the situation. She is very big on underreacting, or overreacting. Most situations she takes with a grain of salt however, and she goes through life slowly taking her time.
History: Gemini grew up in Manchester with her muggle father. Her mother, who was a witch abandoned the family when Gemini was still an infant. Mr. Hart always told Gemini that her mother had a very good reason for leaving and that Mrs. Hart still loved her daughter, but he never told Gemini why she left. Gemini wasn't even sure her father new the reason.
Gemini didn't display any magical ability until she was 8 years old, attending primary school. She had gotten very angry at her friend in her music class and ended up causing her friends flute to bend without touching it. The school had no proof she had done anything, but both Gemini and her friend knew she was the cause. Her friend never spoke with her again and that night her father explained everything to her.
Gemini eventually dropped out of school and her father taught her at home until her Hogwarts letter arrived on her 11th birthday.
Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: A yawn escaped Gemini Hart's mouth as she groggily made her way toward the entrance to the Great Hall. She had stayed up late the previous night reading The Long Awaited Curse by wand light, in her bed long after the other girls had fallen asleep. She really couldn't read at any other time once the sun had gone down. Gemini brushed her hair back with her fingers before she she pushed open the massive double wooden doors that led into the hall.
Gemini saw only a handful of students were seated eating breakfast. This confused her for a second until she remembered it was Saturday and just past 7:30. Gemini walked over to the edge of her house table and took a seat on the hard bench. She noticed a girl down the table glance over in her direction. Gemini purposely busied herself in the platter of sausages, so as to let the girl think she hadn't noticed her look.
As Gemini filled her plate hungrily, she wondered why she always felt uncomfortable with the thought of someone looking at her. She supposed it made her feel judged, something Gemini always avoided doing herself but was always fearful of. The thought immediately upset her. She wished desperately that she could become less paranoid. Sighing Gemini shook her head and half-heartedly bit into a piece of toast. Her hunger had dwindled away within the past few seconds.
And the answer is . . . Anywhere in the UK would be amazing. But I'd say Glascow, Scotland.
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Post by janna on Jan 1, 2007 3:44:50 GMT -5
Name: Janna Porter
Age: 11
Appearance: Janna is short and slender. She has intensely green eyes and raven black hair. She has glasses, but mostly wears contacts. She is small, and often goes a bit unnoticed.
Personality: Janna is not a loner, but she chooses her friends carefully. She tends to have a few good friends and remains politely distant from others. Sometimes she is labeled as "out there" or "strange." But that is only because she keeps her thoughts to herself. Extremely smart, Janna loves school and studying. She likes people, but does not need them. She tells no one her secrets, and catches her closest friends offguard sometimes because she keeps so much, even from them. If you approach her, she will be polite, but Janna would rarely start a conversation. She prefers to curl up with a book, or write.
History: Janna grew up in London, in a quiet corner where many wizards live together. Pureblood, she cares not for her heritage. She grew up with her sister Lana, whom she adores. Lana is the only friend she really needs. She was never close with her parents, they were to busy with parties at night. And as Lana grew older, she was often gone to. Janna has learned to live alone. She went to school with those in her neighborhood, but never became particularly close with to many. Her magic is fairly advanced for so young because as she was often alone, she would study her families spell books and practice incantations with Lana's wand. She approaches Hogwarts eager to learn.
Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Janna entered the Great Hall towards the back of the group of first years. She was cool, quiet, and ready to be sorted. Though the other first years around her were whispering to friends excitedly and nervously, Janna kept calm and distant. As she looked around at the inquisitive faces of the older students already seated, she thought So this is Hogwarts. It's gorgeous, the ceiling is so entrancing. I don't want to sit in front of everyone! Calm yourself Janna, don't let anyone know how nervous you are. Just wait until tomorrow. You've read half the textbooks already, it will all be okay once classes begin. Having reassured herself, Janna remained calm and collected in appearance. She watched as one by one the first years were called up and sorted, she clapped politely with the rest. Suddenly she heard "Porter, Janna." She smiled to herself and approached the sorting hat.
And the answer is . . .Ireland, with the rolling hills and ancient castles!
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Post by Dave McKelvey on Jan 1, 2007 16:14:14 GMT -5
Before I continue with my post, I just thought I would point out that my username would not accept spacing between my first/last names. I take it that the admins will handle that when they add colour to my name? Name: David Mark McKelvey. Prefers to be called Dave, but teachers will call him by David, as that is what would be on their class lists. Age: 11 Appearance: Here are some expanded details for this category: Height: 5'5" Weight: 135Lbs Eyes: Yellowish/green colour. They tend to change from each colour to the other randomly, though it is rarely noticeable. Hair: Short, brown hair. Always worn down, bangs straight across the forehead. Physical Description: Dave can be seen as fair-skinned, or pale. He's not bad looking in terms of his face, which has no freckles, but has a very faint scar across his right cheek, which is barely noticeable, which was caused when he was first born (true story ), but it is very insignificant, and is rarely noticed by anyone. Dave is tall and lean, as he is a seasoned swimmer during his time away from school. In his spare time, Dave is often seen wearing baggy clothes, which usually includes a large, hooded sweater, and baggy jeans. In the summer time, coloured T-shirts are Dave's upper attire of choice. Personality: Dave is an extremely independent person who often likes to keep to himself. It is very uncommon for Dave to take the opinions of anyone but himself to heart, as he has many doubts about the intelligence of other people until they prove their potential to him. This is, indeed, a negative quality, which leads Dave to be somewhat self-centered, demeaning, and egotistical. Dave likes to consider himself a self-driven intellectual, not relying on other people for anything. Due to this quality, Dave is usually not very eager to interact with people he is not familiar with. This, however, is also due to Dave's shyness around people he does not know, as he usually fears what others will think of him, and that his attitudes easily lead to other people disliking him. Around his friends, Dave is often very verbal about things, as he does not like to beat around the bush about anything; he likes to tell things how they are, as he feels that wasting time with euphemisms and the potential embarrassment is pointless. He can be very direct, but this quality is seen as somewhat positive to those seeking guidance from him, as he does not sugar coat anything, and will usually tell the truth. Dave bases his thinking around simple logic, as opposed to his emotions. He will often ignore his feelings to go with what is logical, even if it has a negative effect on his mood. Dave is much more comfortable around his friends than he is with unfamiliar people, and is much more open when he is around them. Dave's conversations often contain many sarcastic jokes, and double meanings, as he finds humor in them. All around, when he is around his friends, Dave is a positive guy, but when around strange people, he does not like breaking the ice, and prefers to keep to himself. When it comes to friendship, Dave is reliable for guidance and moral support, as friends often come to him with problems, seeing as they know that he will be frank with them; Dave values his friendships, and will do anything to keep his friends happy. Dave is a very independent thinker, and likes to ask questions when it comes to things he is unfamiliar with. Dave is the type of person that, when he finds out about a new subject he knows nothing about, he will go to many lengths to educate himself to the best of his abilities. He likes to think about philosophical things, and theories, as he feels that thinking about the unknown expands his ability to think creatively when it comes to more practical things. Though Dave considers himself to have a supreme intellect, and he is male, he does not let his feelings of pride, or his ego, take over his personality. He will usually try not to make someone look like, or feel, stupid, unless he has a certain distaste for the person. Though he is male, and is very big, he is not an aggressive person, who avoids physical violence, and violence in general, by any means necessary. The reasoning behind this is that fights never end well, and Dave takes pride in keeping a clean record when it comes to school, and places his grades above all other things. If I may, I would prefer to be sorted into Ravenclaw, as I feel that Dave's fuel is his quest for knowledge, and, despite some of the negative qualities he has that may place him in Slytherin, he is not so bad at heart. As for Gryffindor, I don't think he has the the correct traits required, as he's not much of a courageous, righteous person. But, alas, the decision is yours, but I would like it if my points were taken into account. Thank you. History: Dave was born in a budding city in Southwestern Ontario, Canada, where he has lived throughout his entire life. Dave grew up without a father, but rather, with a single mother. He did, however, grow up with a stepdad, to whom he looked up to with great respect, and considered his real dad anyway. Dave was brought up to respect other people, and to have manners, which rubbed off on him pretty well, as he is very courteous when it comes to his elders, such as teachers or people in authority. Dave is an only child, the only other children in his family being his cousins. In the early stages of his life, Dave lived in an apartment with his mother her twin sister, until they moved to a house when he was eight years old, where he still lives to this day. Dave's first sign of magic occurred when family problems arose one Christmas Eve. Witnessing a fight between close family members of his, he felt extreme anger at the perpetrators. Clenching his fists, he trembled with rage. He yelled at the top of his lungs for the fighting to stop, and at that moment, all of the windows on that floor of the house shattered violently. Feeling very distressed by this paranormal occurrence, Dave's mom placed him into therapy, where he encountered a very odd man who asked him a series of questions, none of which made much sense. (This is my version of Dumbledore "interviewing" Tom Riddle as a boy; if this is not how magical muggles are "recruited", please let me know so I may change my story to make sense.) The therapist cleared Dave of any mental problems, and, during the next summer, Dave received a start as a large barn owl entered his room through an open window, dropping an official looking, sealed envelope into his lap. It was addressed to David McKelvey, Second Door on the Right, The McKelvey Residence. Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall:Dave strode down the entrance hall, looking very bored, with his hands in his pockets. He had just arrived at the school the night before, and he had yet to make any friends, though, he did not try very hard to make an introduction to anyone. As he rounded the corner and into the great hall, Dave kept his eyes on the ground to avoid catching the gaze of anyone else. Apprehensively, he made his way towards his house table, taking a seat on the very end, not close to anyone in particular. Feeling very nervous, Dave grabbed a bun of a nearby rack of food, cut it open, and began buttering it. And the answer is . . . Paris, France, of course. I'd love to visit the Eiffel Tower, the Palace of Versailles, and Notre Dame.
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Post by Helena Yuri on Jan 2, 2007 23:51:01 GMT -5
Name:Helena Yuri
Age:11
Appearance: She often wears dark clothes.She's medium heighted. She has up to shoulder short black hair, red eyed ( mostly from contact lense). Pale skinned.
Personality:She is quiet most of the times, She is self-contained. Almost ghost like for her popping out of no where appearance.Hard working, can conqure anything that she puts her mind into (most of the time).
History:Muggle-Born. Has loving parents that love her so much.Was born in Morioka, Japan. She is Warm hearted. She travels alot with her father. And she is the only child in her family.
Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall:As she walked through the big oak door with the other 1st years, she saw a hat on a stool. Professor McGonagall told them that it was time to be sorted in to Gryffindor, Hufflepuff,Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. They then walked to the front of the room.She was hoping to be called last, but ended up in the middle.
And the answer is . . .Paris ,France
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Post by Jason Sparks on Jan 3, 2007 16:25:22 GMT -5
Name: Jason Sparks, but prefers to be called Jace.
Age: 11
Appearance: blonde hair, hazel eyes, wonderful smile, that lights up the darkest room. A really handsome boy.
Personality: Has a really funny personality. Really nice, and kind spirited. Does all the right things.
History: Both parents are muggles.
Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Jace Sparks is walking into the Great Hall with a big smile on his face. He has his books, his broom, and his wand. He is ready for a fun term at hogwarts.
A Professor waves at him, and he just nods. He looks around, and doesn't know where to go in the school. He just walks around the Great Hall, and sits down, waiting to be sorted into a house. And the answer is . . . France
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Post by nearlynick on Jan 5, 2007 22:00:47 GMT -5
Name: Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington aka 'Nearly Headless Nick'
Age: none, dead
Appearance: He's transparent, wears an old fashioned frilly out fit compete with pantaloons. His ruffled collar holds his nearly severed neck on...most of the time.
Personality: Nick is very nice, generally happy but very touchy about anyone who makes smart comments about the fact that he is dead.
History: He was alive a few hundreds years ago, little is known about what he did but he was supposed to be beheaded. However it didn't work, the axe did not go through his entire neck. He now wanders the halls of Hogwarts as an imprint of a departed soul, the ghost for Gryffindor.
Sample RP: Nick floated through the wall just above the heads of the first years, laughing merrily at their shock and excitement around ghosts. He grinned and called "Hello first years! I'm Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington! Your Gryffindor House ghost!" He frowned sharply at the students laughter when Billy Bob Jackson, a gender indiscriminate forth year called, "Hi Nearly Headless Nick!"
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Post by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore on Jan 5, 2007 23:35:01 GMT -5
(((Nice use of Billy-Bob. Only students need to post here and you've already gone to the Job Office so you're good to go.)))
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Post by Analise Conner on Jan 10, 2007 20:38:58 GMT -5
Name:Analise Conner Age:11 Appearance:Ana has reddish ginger hair that comes to her shoulders,which she loves shaking around in front of her face or in the wind, and brown-hazel like eyes. She is about 5'1". She is kind average in weight, kinda skinny, but not anorexic..but not over just..normal. Personality:Ana is a character of her own. She is very outgoing. She is such a dork and is really random at times. Ana loves goofing off. She likes being her own person and doing her own things. She doesn't open up easily to people when she's upset..she's a hard nut to crack open. You won't expect her to do things the first times when asked, she likes when people tell overepeated things. She's a weird one..and loves it! History:Ana was born in suburban Oxford, England. She is an only child and lives with her mother and aunt. Her father died in a tragic car accident when Ana was two. Ana's aunt is very overprotective over her because she thinks she's the weird one in all her family and wants to make her stop being who she is. Ana doesn't really care for what her aunt says though, she stills acts weird just to get her mad. Her entire family on her mom's side attended Hogwarts, her father and his side were muggles. Nothing extrodinary happens back at home, so Hogwart's is an experience that Ana anticipates. Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Ana was ecstatic coming to Hogwarts. She looked at the huge doors as she passed by them, already walking in with her future classmates. She started fidgeting with her fingers, "Okay, calm down, Ana. You're gonna get sorted. Make some friends..hopefully. And you're going to have tons of fun here," she thought, reassuring herself. She looked around, nervously, and sighed. She looked up at the ceiling looking at the candles floating above. "That is so cool.." She smiled..not knowing at what then looked ahead of her coming closer to a stool in the front. The group was getting smaller and smaller. Everyone was getting called up and getting sorted. Ana kept fidgeting with her fingers and finally heard her named called. "Me? Next?? Oh geez.." she took a deep breath and walked up and sat on the stool. She tried looking up as the hat was put on her and waited...[[Sorry it's so short..my mind went blank.]] And the answer is . . .Tokyo, Japan.
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Post by Elizabeth "Lizzy" Lader on Feb 9, 2007 21:09:18 GMT -5
Name: Elizabeth "Lizzy" Lader Age: 15 Appearance: short brown hair, athletic build, hazel eyes and 5'9" Personality: very introverted, but not shy; quick to anger History: grew up in a strong magic family and community; been called lizzy, liz, eli, and beth by family and friends; has several brothers and sisters, all of them are older, and has a strong magical influence from all of them Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: lizzy creeps into the great hall timidly, unsure of what the future might hold. when she notices people glancing, she straightens herself and holds her head high. She shows self assured confidence but is trembling with excitement and nervousness on the inside. She doesn't know many people so she takes a seat at the end of an empty table only to be ushered out of the hall by an elderly women dressed in midnight blue robes. Lizzy joins the crowd of her peers lounging on the stairwell. And awaits for some sort of instruction. And the answer is . . . BUBBLE GUM! BAZOOKA ZOOKA BUBBLE GUM!
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Post by rock4ever on Feb 10, 2007 17:51:59 GMT -5
Name:Quade Sears Age:15 Appearance:Black hair almost down to shoulders, red bangs. he has a lip ring. Emo looking. Personality:He is Emo. He is also depressed. (you will see why next...) History:Half blood, father is a Wizard, Mother was a muggle. Mother died when he was 2 years old. No siblings. Him and his dad are the only people in his entire family left alive. They all died at his birthday, when and explosion killed them all before him and his dad arrived for the surprise party. Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Quade shifted uncomfortably. he was nervous, and he didn't like standing in front of the crowd. He wished it would get over with. he saw a blur of people, none of which he talked to. he just stood there, wondering what house he would be in. And the answer is . . . Greece.
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Post by fennecas8 on Feb 11, 2007 16:09:15 GMT -5
Name:Fennecas Black Age:14 Appearance:Black hair...emo style, across the eye and everything kind of looks like a guys cut but you can still tell that i am a girl. Personality:very bored a lot of the time...but willing to make friends. History:My dad: Jared works at the ministry and my mom: dead...is dead Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Fennecas walked into the great hall. It was huge. She could probably care less though. She looked up at the ceiling and she saw lots of candles floating there. She waited in the line of the first years to get called upon to be sorted by the hat and she was starting to get really impatiant. She thought to herself ' how long is this going to take! ' When the person in front of her (Quade) got called to get sorted, she started to get the jitters. She heard the person in front of her get called out to Gryffindor and then it was her turn.She walked to the front of the room and she put on the hat and she waited and waited and waited... the hat finally called out her name and she went and sat at the house table that she was in... And the answer is . . . COTTAGE CHEESE!
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Post by Lea Took on Feb 14, 2007 10:30:25 GMT -5
Name: Lea Took
Age: 11
Appearance: Lea is of average height, but slightly under weight. She is of slim build and is slightly curved at the hips. Lea has a slightly oval face, has a small nose, and her eyes are oval, forest green and pointed near to the nose. She stands at 5 foot 2. Lea’s hair is cut to be just below her shoulders, it is dusty blond with brown streaks that she claims are natural, but not everyone believes her. Her hair is quite thick, but not so thick that it is unmanageable. She wears a necklace that consists of a thick thread (not unlike a shoelace); on it is a metal dragon with a blue stone in the centre. It was given to her by her mother, when she visited her family in France.
Personality: Lea is a feisty girl that has suffered from the divorce of her parents. She can seem like an extremely gullible person at first, but this is only because she wants to set a good example to those around her. Lea can also seem quite shy and very quiet unless you manage to get her into a conversation about books or schoolwork. At home and in France, she is often seen reading any type of fantasy books that she can lay her hands on. Lea is often seen walking around with her nose in book, when she is not her family joke that she is ill or something had upset her. To this she replies coolly; “Is a girl not allowed to have a change of plot every now and again? ‘Cos if she isn’t then someone’s going to have told her sooner or later!” At school, she is not got as much of a bookworm as she is at home, but this is because she has more friends here than at her home in England. She will spend quite a bit of time in the evening doing her homework, but only for an hour and a half or so and then she will relax and go over the days events in her head or with her friends. She can often be found in the library doing homework, in the great hall waiting with friends or just hanging around in the common-room chatting. She can also find a snide remark to those who find reason to doubt her or her work.
History: Lea was born to a wizard and a muggle in the spring of 1981. Her father, Albert Took, is a self-respecting man with a decent paying job in the broomstick industry. Her mother, Flora Jones, is a muggle that currently lives in France and works as a tourist guide to wizards and muggles alike.
They met when Albert was meeting his brother, Hector. He owns the well know pub the Three Knights, which is where they met that night. At this time, Flora was working as a barmaid for Hector. Albert fell in love with her and her personality, although, Flora took a little while longer to fall in love with Albert’s charms.
They had their first child in 1979 and named him Jack after a grandfather on Albert’s side. This was in the early spring, so later on in that year; they got married on the 22nd of August. On the 18th of May 1981, Lea was born to them in a hospital in Cannes, after being a week later than the doctors had predicted.
When she was seven years old, her parents divorced. Her mother went back to France and lived with Jack and her family; she also took her maiden name, Jones, back. Albert stayed in England with Lea and kept the name Took. This affected her greatly and, although she had a good childhood, by the age of twelve, she had a few close friends and was spending more time alone in her room. One of the only people she had contact with was her brother Jack. This was because Jack would listen to her problems and try to help her sort them out, and Lea would do the same of him when the times arose. This contact carries on at Hogwarts and at Beauxbatons which is where Jack goes for his schooling.
Sample RP of yourself entering the Great Hall: Lea walked into the Great Hall,looking around her.She stopped for a second to look at the ceiling and smirked. It was just as she'd been told, read about and imagined. She carried on walking and watched as the people around her dwindled and the people on the tables got louder and louder as the new kids, You're a new kid as well, remember. Forgetting that won't get you very far, made new friends with their House mates. She couldn't wait to join them. When her name was called, she smiled at the people looking at her and walked quite calmly, she thought, up to the stool and sat down, her eyes enveloped in a velvetly darkness...
And the answer is . . . Anywhere in the world. I love travelling so anywhere is good! ;D
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Post by Lamira Florian on Feb 16, 2007 15:13:11 GMT -5
Name: Lamira Florian
Age: 11
Appearance: Lamira is fairly tall with a slim, athletic build. Her green eyes often change to hazel in the spring, and her red hair recieves blond highlights within that same season. She despises both makeup and jewelery, and uses clothes only for their original purpose; covering you up, and keeping you warm. Fashion is at the way low of the 'important list' of her life; she couldn't care less about it. Though she never tans, in the summer the sun's rays form so many extra freckles, from a distance it looks as though she did, indeed, get a tan at long last. Her usual outfit is composed of a T-shirt, a light jacket in winter, tennis shoes, and bluejeans. Despite her everlasting hatred of jewelery, she does wear one thing, given to her by her mother before she died. The beautiful, solid silver gift was a slim bracelet, coiled into the form of a snake. It is meant to swirl it's way up your arm. The head, when held as it is supposed to be held, winds up in the palm of your hand, as though biting you. The tips of it's tiny, sharp fangs have a large dab of purple venom on them. Scary though it is, it's acutally real venom, recieved from a live acromantula. The venom is ensnared behind a plastic net, so as not to acutally touch your skin. She wears it on her right arm, every hour of every day. Her hair is allowed to grow out to whatever length it wishes to be. Oftentimes it hangs just below the middle of her back. She brushes it occasionally, and washes it only when dirt and grime cause it to be closer to a shade of black than a shade of red. Appearences portray very little of the real her, since she cares so little about it. Either way, there is a certain shine about her, a certain beauty, that tends to draw people to her. ((I honestly didn't intend this, but think Voldemort-ish. What with the whole 'having friends but not wanting them' kind of aspect.))
Personality: Lamira does not easily make friends, nor is her trust easy to gain. Oftentimes she prefers to be alone rather than in human company. Always a lover of animals, she makes the best of friends out of dogs, cats, owls, and various other creatures. Despite that, even the sweetest of animals could not coax out a kind word, or a loving gesture out of the silent girl. (It's one of her odder talents, befriending animals without so much as stroking them.) Once a friend is made, rare though it is, the friendship is for life. Decietful and cruel though she can be, she would give her life to save those she loves. It is by far the easier to course to make an enemy out of her than it is to make a friend out of the red-head. Regardless, her enemies will rarely get a peaceful moment in - or out, occasionally - of her prescense. Her birth-father's love of purebloods and hate of 'mudbloods' infested her at a young age. However, she does not readily poke fun at those of less-than-pure blood. She only publicly does so if she is given a reason to. Pure bloods find it much easier to befriend her than half-bloods or otherwise; most of the half-bloods or muggles would not seek for her friendship either way. From her father, she recieved an age-old prejudice; she got something from her birth-mother, as well. Intelligence, cunning, sneakiness, the ability to be sly, to slink around the truth, to weave lies out of thin air - though only on rare occasion. By her own free will, she usually reveals the truth. 'Evil' or not, there is no doubting her perceptiveness to new things, nor can it be said that she isn't able at creating unseen links between things. More often than not, she keeps those findings to herself.
History: A lone cry echoed throughout the land as a hooded demon passed over the terrace. Inside the house, hardly half a mile away, the family began to panick, shriek, cry, beg... But no one came. No one dared. The pack of killers advanced at a calm, yet frightening pace. A baby girl within the house was totally silent; she slept on in total peace, undisturbed by her parent's shrill screams. Lord Voldemort and his loyal followers advanced upon the house of pure blooded-traitors. No one saw the girl, as they did not hear her. They focused on the terrified ones; the adults, the parents. A Death Eater saw the baby out of the corner of his slitted eyes, and swept her under his long, black cape... Minutes later, the police arrived. The house was completely empty, save for the girl's mother and father. They lay on the ground, seemingly shocked to death. There could be no denying it. It was another one of those mysterious cases - no bullet holes, no stab wounds, no nothing. Just fear, uncomprehendable fear. The police began talking to the neighbors, trying to get answers. "I saw 'em, sir! Big, black hooded t'ings! Darn near scared me ha'f tah death, jus' seeing 'em!" A foreign passerby said, shaking the policeman's arm with cold, clammy hands. "Oh, them? Yah, not very social people. They had a son," One of their neighbors said calmly, "Sent him off to some boarding school. Some PigWarts place. Off in the country, I suppose." She finished with a mild shrug. Finding that information intriguing, the policeman asked her if the couple had had any other children. "Children? Oh, yah. Two - the boy I just told you about, and a girl. Couldn't 'a been more than maybe... Two years old, I guess. Why?" The policeman frowned. A two-year-old? They hadn't found even a trace of a child that young, nor any children at all, for that matter. Not even a crib. Had she been abused, was the neighbor making it all up? If not, then where was she now?
"Shh, shh... He'll hear you..." Nabien muttered, rocking his kidnapped child. Better stolen and alive than dead, after all. And something had just... Pulled him to her. A sense of power or... Something. Odd, how a sleeping kid could do that. Her actual parents had been purebloods, their son was at Hogwarts. Not for long though - Voldemort would find him soon, and have him killed. But the Dark Lord knew nothing of this baby. She was safe from his venomous death grip, so long as he never found out she was related to the betrayers... No, she was his child now. His and Halyra's. Sure, they were old, and had two daughters already - Norala, 5, and Prenda, 11, but... They could take on another. She was a nice, caring woman. She'd understand. True, Prenda wasn't even theirs - they had adopted her as well... But...
"ARE YOU INSANE?!?!?!" Halyra raged, pounding the mug of beer furiously onto the polished-marble countertop. "ANOTHER CHILD? NABIEN, YOU SAY YOU SERVE THE DARK LORD SO FAITHFULLY, AND YET YOU STEAL THIS CHILD OUT FROM UNDER HIS NOSE! I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU! YOU ARE WEAK AND INSIGNIFIGANT - I WILL FIND A NEW HUSBAND!" She stormed, and slammed the door behind her after issuing a series of vile words out of her mouth. Luckily, she did not hex her ex-husband. But suddenly, Nabien was left with three children, and no way to care for them. Wonderful, how those things happened...
*Several years later, Halyra remarried to an old, rich man, Doarque Shela. They had twins together; Caroline and Christopher. Still seething with anger and seeking revenge, Nabien saught them out, and killed Halyra and her new husband. He left the kids to her sister, Marguette, and made a coverstory for their deaths, and his disappearence. He sent the only child he still loved, the stolen child whom he had named Lamira, off to Hogwarts. Once Voldemort found out about his betrayal, he had Nabien killed. Hardly 5 months later, before Lamira boarded the train to Hogwarts, Voldemort's power was lost. Nabien died thinking the only person he still cared for would die under his old master's unforgiving hand. As such, Lamira turned into a miniature replica of her father - dark, hater, lier, and a lover of seeking revenge. But beneath the hard interior, she had a place in her heart for friendships and love, small though it may be.*
Great Hall Entrance: Lamira jammed her fists into her jean pockets, and stared the sea of new students with a flame of hate in her green eyes. She knew none of them, but hated them all with an equal passion. Everyone started out with a rating of 'enemy' on her social scale. However, she knew that treating everyone like that would soon result in very, very bad things. No, she would treat those in whichever house she landed in with a tinge of respect. As her sharp mind passed over the subject of houses, she began considering which one she wanted to start out in. Ravenclaw or Slytherin; yes, one of them. But which one? She shrugged, figuring it didn't matter too much. The stupid, wrinkled sorting hat would choose which was best for her. A snort of disbelief exited her body. After all those successful years, Hogwarts still depended on a grimy old hat. One would have thought they would have come up with a faster, better way by then... But the Head Master could be stupid, old fashioned, and dimwitted if he so wished. It wouldn't effect her too much. She'd learn enough in that decaying old school to one day rule over him. Just like the man who had killed her father. She would be just like him, for he, vanished though he was, was her idol. Powerful, ruthless, intelligent, feared. Perfection, absolute perfection. He had done it first, maybe, but she planned fully on being his successor. So, which house would be best suited for her? In Ravenclaw, she'd learn the fastest. But in Slytherin, she'd develop the necessary attitude, make the 'right' friends. With a scowl, she resorted herself to waiting for her opportunity to shove that horrendously ugly hat onto her head and make the choice for her. Old and out-dated as it was, it hadn't ever been wrong.... Had it? Well, according to it's stuck up little bit of poetry, it KNEW - or, at least THOUGHT - it hadn't ever been wrong. Well, well, good for you. Normally I'd say that once I ruled the school, you'd be the first to go... But based on the circumstances, I'll be out of this school in 7 years, and I'll NEVER look back. The thought made her mouth crack into a smile that, even on her pre-teen body, would have sent someone running off, screaming for their mommy. Hah. Mothers. Never even knew mine. Walked out on me soon as she realized she would have to raise me, too. Lucky for me, Dad already delt with that *insert several less-than-pleasant phrases that should not be viewed nor even known of by young children here* so I don't have to. She stood up taller, and waited impatiently for her name to be called.
And the answer is . . . Ireland
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