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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 5:03 pm
PöST YöUR CHARACTERS HERE Persona criteria updated and picture codes rearranged - August 9th
this is an example of a BAD Profile:anonymous Name:jack tyler
Played by: ----
Age: 15
Year: 6
Lineage:pure
Parents: lily and edward
House: ravenclaw
Wand: loixe,13inch,unicorn hair
Pet:snowy owl , fred
Appearance : 5.6 feet tall dark brown hair brown eyes
Best Class:dark arts
Worst Class:potions
Talents surprised rbs , and uses fire
Personality:friendly , kind , careing, funny
Quidditch:yes , seeker
Background/Bio:ever since he was born he's be a boreing kid until his 13th birthday he gets a letter though the door from he's mother and father witch are always away with no reson he opens the letter and there was his application for hogwarts he couldnt belive it
Other:
A little RP skill, if you would please:well i carnt i need people 2 talk 2 first
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 4:43 pm
 L3!GH || FRANC!N3 || GU!DRY check out the rest of Leigh's history, here
criteria explained in-depth, here
le seize novembre; colors updated  [behind the scenes] Midnite_Skye [my parents named me] Leigh || Francine || Guidry[but you can call me] regularly, just Leigh. [if you want to make me mad, call me] Francine, Klutz or Spaz [you may think of me as] freaky [but i like to think of myself as] quirky, unique[i'm a] girl [i like the] boys[the hat sorted me] Gryffindor[born] October 8th [i'm a] Libra [and i've this many years lived] 13[and this many years magical] 3[my mother and father are] Amelia and Garth Guidry [so therefore i am] Muggleborn[my wand is] 13 1/3 [inches long, made of] Pond Cypress [wood, with a core of] an Augrey feather[Expecto Patronum! and out comes a] Red Panda [i give all my love to my] Pet Rock [named] Jimmy[athlete, not a jock] Quidditch? Yes, Left Chaser  [don't judge on what you see] Leigh's hair is light brown and wavy. It is always parted so that the majority of her hair is on her left side [your left]. In the fall, it is a bit longer than shoulder length, but before spring rolls around it grows and almost reaches her waist. When she returns home from school, her mother forces her to have it cut to the shoulder, and the cycle begins anew. Her face is thin and could be described as both oval- and heart-shaped, as it is equally wide at her forehead, cheekbones, and jaw line, but her chin is rather softly pointed.
Her eyes are a cold, light shade of blue-green, but she thinks they’re nothing special. When she smiles, her thin lips part to reveal white teeth, slightly rounded, and she can seem child-like. As for her skin, it’s light but not fair, and though it may seem to glow in candle light, fluorescent bulbs make her look positively sickly. Leigh tends to wear a fair amount of make-up, usually including eyeliner, mascara, and clear lip gloss [always flavored]. Leigh always has crazy nail polish on; usually dark base colors and light accents like polka-dots or stripes.
Leigh is most proud of the mark on her cheek- a tiny, harmless mole under the outer corner of her right eye. It’s not much, but Leigh thinks of it as her “defining feature”. Leigh’s least favorite feature of hers is her height [at age 11, she was 5’5”]. Now, she stands at 5’8” which is quite tall for her age and many people think she’s older than in reality-but it helps when trying to flirt with older guys. And because she’s so tall, Leigh has big, clumsy feet, too [size 10 US]. But one of the only good things about being tall is the fact that Leigh is very skinny, quite bony, actually.
As far as clothes go, they reflect her personality. Leigh owns many big tee shirts with graphic prints and cheeky sayings, but she’s not afraid of more formal tops, as long as she can pair them with jeans. And because her legs are so long and skinny, Leigh can get away with skinny-cut jeans, mini skirts and short shorts. Her accessories include wide, chunky belts worn over her clothes; colorful tote bags of all shapes and sizes; legwarmers and funky, multicolored socks; plastic, neon colored, “kiddy” jewelry; Converse Low-Tops; and anything with Hello Kitty on it. When Leigh found out Hogwarts had uniforms, she was upset but managed to slide past the rules… with as many bracelets, necklaces, and rings on as possible [without getting in trouble].  [or on what i've done] Born October 8th in New York, to a Muggle family, Leigh was automatically and unknowingly sheltered against anything magical. Amelia and Garth Guidry were so proud of the simple fact that their baby girl, Leigh was healthy baby. Four years earlier, Leigh's parents had a son who was born sickly. He had died at age 6, so Leigh barely knew her big brother. His death sent Amelia and Garth into an unreal misconception that the world was out to get their children. Part of their strange outlook on the world came from their jobs, Leigh had figured. Amelia works as a nurse in a large hospital, and seems to think diseases just pop up from nowhere. Garth works as a security guard for a museum- nothing too dangerous, but it's enough to make him slightly paranoid.
When she was little, strange accidents always happened around Leigh. She didn’t know it then, but Leigh had made those things happen when she got excited, afraid or upset. Because of these mysterious events, Leigh was kept away from the outside world more so than she already had been. Leigh tried everything to get her parents to trust her - her room was even clean once upon a time. But after a few hundred futile attempts, Leigh gave up and rebelled. She had really done her best to show her parents she was responsible.
Leigh's rules were basically as follows: keep the windows of the car rolled up (you could lose a limb!), don't give anyone our phone number or address (they aren't listed in the phone book), wash hands frequently (preferably every hour) and wipe the toilets before sitting down, let Mom and Dad answer the door, accept the clothes Mom picks out... you get the idea. Leigh was never let out of the house other than to go to her all-girls private school, which her parents drove her to and from.
When Leigh got her letter on her 11th birthday, her parents were scared. They thought it was a joke, or a very serious problem, but they really didn’t know what they could do about it. For a while they ignored it, Leigh refused to talk to anyone during those two weeks, which raised her grades, but lowered her relationship with her mom and dad. Finally, the messenger from Hogwarts came, late by days and days, he frightened Mrs. Guidry, and she fainted on the couch. By the time she came back around, she didn’t quite get a message she wanted to hear. They gave in; an esteemed boarding school seemed like a good thing at first, and Leigh had to wait a whole year to attend.
Leigh’s favorite holidays had always been Halloween and Friday the 13th, because strange stuff always happens on those days, and no one ever blames Leigh for odd occurrences. Because of her love for all things Halloween, Leigh was more excited than confused when she found out she was going to a school for magic. Something about being a witch and fitting in with other witches and wizards gave her great joy.
Her first year was hectic. Leigh was so excited she couldn’t control her emotions or her magic, and set off quite a few accidents in and out of the castle. Peeves took quite a liking to her, but most of the students and teachers labeled her as a Jinx. In her next years at Hogwarts, Leigh tried to get into Quidditch to make friends. She was a fair player as long as she didn’t have to keep goals, seek the Snitch, or beat Bludgers. So Chaser it is!
Unfortunately for her, with each new coming year, there come new players willing to take her spot. For now, she's holding on to her position... but she may find her way onto the reserve squad soon. As an added bonus to stress caused from Quidditch issues, Hogwarts is now harder than ever for her. Classes have actually become challenging, and her best subject has become Divinaiton, as it doesn't take much brainpower to read tealeaves.  [judge on who i am] Even Leigh has to admit, her social skills are a bit flawed.
Leigh's a bit of a rebel. And she's got her parents to thank for that ["If they hadn't kept me isolated from the rest of the world, I would be perfectly normal!"]. Sometimes Leigh just speaks up to put her opinion in, even if she can't very well back it up. But the funny thing is, Leigh doesn't usually like to argue, most of the time she's just outspoken. Truthfully, she isn't the most logical person and tries to stay out of really heated debates and battles of wit because she's most likely lose. And if you ask her opinion on something, Leigh will be upfront, honest, and not leave out any of the details: she will tell you right away how ugly that skirt is and why. In many cases, this can be seen as brutal and rude, but she doesn't realize it as so, and repetitive apologies come out like machine gun shots. Contrary to popular belief, Leigh is quite harmless. She has a crazy desire to be trusted. She's figured that if you trust someone, they are likely to trust you back, and Leigh lives by that principle. From a first impression, if someone seems unfriendly, as much as human nature tempts her not to, she tells herself over and over, "Innocent until proven guilty," a term that was drilled into her brain from 5th grade Social Studies classes. Until someone is purposely rude or nasty to her, Leigh tries not to act catty to them [but everyone slips up sometimes].
Like [almost] everyone at Hogwarts, Leigh is only human, and she makes mistakes. She wants to fit in with everyone, but sometimes her odd sense of humor makes people avoid her, and she's never too happy about that. Leigh doesn't mind getting her hands dirty [she never was a really girly-girl], and often finds other people's silly fears quite amusing. On occasion, she'll hold up worms in Herbology and little slimy creatures in Care of Magical Creatures, just to make her rude, bratty, girly classmates squirm. She won't realize that they're really afraid unless they cry, and then she won’t forgive herself. Leigh can be a bit slow to get other people’s jokes. And others don’t quite find her jokes to be as hilarious as she does. Leigh can’t tell a story to save her life. She goes off onto little details that don’t really pertain to the plotline, and has to be reminded of the original story. Leigh’s attention flies back and forth to whatever may interest her at that second, as she’s afraid to miss anything.
When Leigh isn’t around others, she’s usually practicing, studying, or procrastinating. So, Leigh isn't the best student. Any class requiring books, memorization, and most spells isn't her best subject. She's much more fond of Astronomy and Divinations. It's not that Leigh is stupid; it just takes a lot of focus and long study hours [at least an hour a day, if she isn’t totally distracted] for her to understand things clearly. Unfortunately, she gets easily distracted and hates monotony, thus creating quite the dilemma. Yes, Leigh is a bit messy. More often than not, she loses any papers that go into her schoolbag, so she tends to keep a lot of things in her pockets.
Leigh is best known for her little magical 'accidents' around the castle at the beginning of her first year. Now she has developed a fear of people thinking lowly of her. She's learned since then, so Leigh's convinced herself that she's got to redeem herself, which is why she got into Quidditch [even she was surprised she made it last year]. Unfortunately, she isn't the best player, and she tries to train harder than everyone else on the team. She’s usually out on the pitch alone, focusing on scoring and speed and such. It eats up a fair amount of her time, as Leigh can be quite a clumsy person. It's surprising to people how she isn't more coordinated from getting around the mountain range of junk piles in her room at home. Leigh never uses her time to clean… ever.
Though she’s too indecisive to choose favorites, hobbies that most readily distract Leigh include: painting her nails [fingers and toes!], eating sweets, and playing with her house mates’ pets. Leigh doesn’t own her own animal, unfortunately. The only thing she'd ever hurt [and certainly not on purpose!] would be an animal. As much as she would love a black cat, she'd forget to feed it or something and, well, it would die. For some reason, plants are a different story. Leigh has an adequate grade in Herbology only because she's forced to focus on a single plant for a set amount of time, and she probably won't see the same plant again next lesson. Her enthusiasm in Herbology has gained her a title of 'tree-hugger' but she doesn't mind that stereotype as much as others. And the fact that Leigh’s a vegetarian only adds to that stereotype. Leigh decided to become a vegetarian around her 11th birthday, and her parents noticed just a week or two later. Leigh feels that she ends up hurting enough animals through accidents of her own, that she doesn’t need to harm any more through eating them. An animal uttering a cry of pain sends chills up her spine, you could say she’s afraid of it.
Another favorite past time of Leigh’s is flirting. You guessed it. No social life + Leigh’s parent’s rules = no boys. One of Leigh’s favorite things about Hogwarts is the fact that her parents aren’t there, so she is free to flirt with whichever boys she likes… and there are a lot of them. She has a horribly difficult time hiding her emotions when she’s around a boy she likes. She giggles a lot, smiles constantly, and gains a bit of spunk. She thinks it’s the most adorable thing when guys blush around her, and she likes playing with curly hair. And if she’s that into you, you could have her attention forever and ever, even if the world were ending. But Leigh may not realize that she feels anything more than a crush around most guys. She has little crushes, big crushes, secret crushes, and totally obvious crushes. But she’s completely oblivious to whether or not a guy may like her, so it often has to be spelled out to her. But when Leigh gets serious about a guy, there’s no going back. There’s no way Leigh could ever stop liking a boy right away, but it may fade over time. This may be partly because Leigh has a fear of being alone when she grows up. That’s also a reason she dislikes Valentine’s day, because at this point of her life, boys haven’t quite totally figured the holiday yet. So when Leigh knows a boy likes her, she always expects something special on that day, and gets nothing.   [i love] music, she has preferances, but tolerates a lot; parties, especially that of the costume variety; candy, she has quite the sweet tooth; technology, movies, magazines; black cats, though she can't take care of one; fruit, more so than vegetables; the outdoors and fresh air; flying, for Quidditch or fun; joking with Glenn; playing with Fig's hair; meeting new people; Kevin's monkey face; and boys, in general. [i loathe] misplacing things, her main excuse for everything; homework, as free time is for fun; forgetting names or dates, oops; not being trusted, especially by shallow people; having to study so much, it's tiring; valentine's day, having no one to share it with; and meat. [last but not least] She usually carries a Rubik's Cube and plays with it while wandering the halls, so it's likely that she'll bump into everyone sooner or later. She has glasses but hates wearing them. Vegetarian.
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 10:43 am
[[MELAN!E N!COLE PARKS]]  Behind me every step of the way: ashlovesdraco! I was named: Melanie || Nicole || Parks What I'm normally called: Melanie, Mel, Superstar (By my parents) Please don't call me: Melly, Parks I appear: Annoyingly bubbly, cheerful, happy, kind, and still a kid at heart But I see myself as: Your regular girl next door I enjoy dressing up and wearing makeup so that makes me: girl I heart the: boys, boys, boys! Surprisingly, the hat put me in: Slytherin The day that's all about me: June 1st That makes me a: Gemini I've just turned: 14 This many wonderful years: 4 My parents are: Lucille and Tom Parks For many centuries my family's blood has been: Pure My source of magic is: 9 1/2 inches, made of: Ash wood, with a core of: Essence of Hair from the Tail of a Male Unicorn Brings me out of darkness: Otter My pride and joy: Kitten I proudly named him: Jeff To stay in shape I play: Quidditch, basketball, and tennis. I play right chaser for the slytherin quidditch team. What you see: is what you get when it comes to appearances. I’m not what you’d call strikingly beautiful, but I like to think that I’m pretty. I look a lot like my mum actually. We both share piercing blue eyes and thick, dark brown hair. My favorite feature is actually my bright blue eyes, so I always wear mascara and a little eye shadow to help make them even more noticeable. I have thick black eyelashes that outline my blue eyes, and dark brown, arched eyebrows. My hair is normally worn down and it sits a few inches below my shoulders. It’s naturally wavy with a hint of curls so it’ll hardly ever appear the same way it did the day before. When my hair is in its curliest state it rests on my pale but freckled shoulders. I vary between side swept bangs and blunt bangs with the help of my wand. Lately I’ve been tying ribbons in my hair and wearing thick headbands.
I stand at five feet nine and a half inches and wear a size nine in shoes. I’m taller than most girls my age, but I got used to that fact at an early age. My skin is very pale but decorated with hundreds, maybe even thousands of freckles. I don’t have a lanky body type, but I’m skinny enough to hardly appear with a stomach. Besides wearing makeup on my eyelids and lashes, I wear pink and clear lip glosses and pale nail polishes. Preferably pinks, greens, and blue. But on game days I paint my nails emerald green and silver and I braid silver and green roses into my hair.
My wardrobe consists of camis, tank tops, polos, button sweaters, ballet sweater, ballet leg-warmers, paisley dresses, funny but cute t-shirts, miniskirts, flowing skirts, short-shorts, tights, flaired jeans, rugby type shirts, and leggings. I wear cute patterned ballet flats due to my height; unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to get away with heels. (Unless I find a tall boyfriend) I wear simple and classic jewelry such as pearls and cute ribbons and bows to accent my hair. I dress the way I please, not following the trends that the other girl students follow. Though I do love my Hogwarts uniform I itch for it to be the weekend so I can wear an outfit that nobody else is wearing. Through my clothes, I prefer to be and am an individual. My wonderful life: The English family, the Rickersons, were well known for their wealth and prejudiced views and ways. Their blood was pure and they intended to keep it that way, so each of their offspring married those whose blood was every bit as pure as theirs was. Anybody who wasn't that of pure blood wasn't treated fairly by the Rickersons and were often frowned upon. But those people were simply used to the way the Rickersons treated them, they would have been surprised if they were treated any differently. There wasn't a single person who didn't hear something about the Rickerson family. Whether good or bad, it didn’t matter to them; they didn’t just like attention and power, they craved it.
 The English family, the Rickersons, were well known for their wealth and prejudiced views and ways. Their blood was pure and they intended to keep it that way, so each of their offspring married those whose blood was every bit as pure as theirs was. Anybody who wasn't that of pure blood wasn't treated fairly by the Rickersons and were often frowned upon. But those people were simply used to the way the Rickersons treated them, they would have been surprised if they were treated any differently. There wasn't a single person who didn't hear something about the Rickerson family. Whether good or bad, it didn’t matter to them; they didn’t just like attention and power, they craved it.
Everyone from the Rickerson family attended Hogwarts and there they were sorted into the cunning house of Slytherin. Not a single person from the Rickerson family was sorted into any other house, once a Rickerson arrived there the sorting hat knew just what to yell, “SLYHTERIN!” All Rickersons had a certain air to them, they were all ambitious, trusted hardly anyone, cunning, and most of all, quick witted. The Rickersons were known for their loyalty to the Dark Lord, they would stand by him, even if it meant war between wizards. They felt that no one not of pureblood was worthy of staying in the wizarding world, that no one not of pure blood was worthy of respect and recognition.
Charles Rickerson worked at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He worked as a spy for powerful purebloods like himself. And why not? Being in the ministry Charles had easy access on what was currently happening in the wizarding world. He was good at his work so nobody in the Ministry knew of what he was doing or suspected him of doing out of the ordinary. Also, with a job like his, Charles was able to keep crazy purebloods from being caught when they foolishly used any one of the three unforgivable curses on an unworthy muggle. He loyally and proudly gave information that would aid any pureblooded wizard who claimed they would soon rule the wizarding world and do things for the greater good. He stayed true to the Rickerson ways when he married Abigail Hastings, a death eater and a pureblood. He was 30 at the time while she was 28. A year and half after their marriage on March 24, Abigail gave birth to a son whom they named William.
William was a difficult child, but that wasn’t surprising to Charles, he knew all too well that Rickersons were difficult and stubborn; but it did concern Abigail quite a bit, she had hoped for any easy first child. He cried and wailed at the most unpredictable times and for no reason at all. William tortured poor, defenseless animals and sometimes children his age and older. He was not liked by the other children in his neighborhood, but he didn’t care, he knew that one day he would attend Hogwarts just like his parents did and get sorted into Slytherin just like every Rickerson before him. And he was right; after William had turned eleven he got his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, no surprise there of course. And when September rolled around it was no surprise that he was sorted into Slytherin.
At Hogwarts William found true love, Elaine Brusslem, the star Slytherin chaser. She was a girl that spoke her mind and received good marks in classes, which surprised most teachers. Elaine wasn’t what you called star student material; she often bad mouthed the teachers and arrived to class late. But William loved her nonetheless. It was the way she carried herself, like someone of great importance, and the way she could express herself without feeling shy or embarrassed. Those qualities are what drew William to her. And lucky for him Elaine felt the same way about him. William and Elaine married after they finished their seventh year at Hogwarts. From there the happy couple bought a lot in Diagon Alley and opened a restaurant. At a place where so many visited to meet up with friends or just to have a chat over a meal, the two were able to hear useful information, information that they were able to pass down to the Dark Lord who was then beginning his rise to power.
A year after their marriage Elaine gave birth to a girl, whom was named Felicity. Elaine and William wanted a son, a boy that could live on the Rickerson name and exactly two years after Felicity was born, they got what they wanted: a son. They named their son Tom. Tom knew from an early age that he was going to be a death eater once he got out of school. He was willing to serve the Dark Lord, to aid him in his time of need. In a few years time Tom attended Hogwarts and was sorted in Slytherin, just like everyone knew he was. He played quidditch like his mum, but preferred the beater position. He had a good hitting arm and dead on aim. He considered going on and becoming a professional in the quidditch area but he knew no such thing would be possible. He was destined to become a death eater, destined to serve the Dark Lord, and when he graduated, he did. There he killed those not worthy of life and cursed those who were trying to put an end to the Dark Lord’s reign. And it was there where he met Lucille Valentine, the love of his life. She too was loyal to her master and had blood that was as pure as his. After becoming her regular partner in missions, the two fell in love and married.
During one of their killings they felt something within themselves, they felt guilt and regret. Why had they taken so many lives? By now Tom and Lucille had killed many people and had never felt these feelings take over them and eat their insides. Tom and Lucille suddenly realized what they were doing for the past five years was wrong and inhuman. If their master and his minions kept this up, there would hardly be any more wizards on this world. They fled, knowing if their master ever found them, they would be killed. But they risked their lives, they wanted to stop taking the lives of others, they wanted to start their lives over again. From here Tom and Lucille disguised themselves, Tom no longer had thick, rich, black locks and green eyes, he now had wavy blonde hair and brown eyes. Lucille didn’t change her hair or eye color but wore her hair long and with bangs that covered her magnificent blue eyes. They moved from one small muggle town to another, leaving whenever they felt danger. Tom and Lucille also changed their last name to Parks. The Parks were a pureblood family that had died out, but they took on this name as a last resort, they for some reason still wanted to be known as pureblooded.
And this is where I, Melanie Nicole Parks, come in. And I’m about to tell you my story, a story that I think is worth hearing. A story that unlike family’s history and past seems some what normal.
I was born on a bright and sunny summer day, June first if you want the exact date. And when I grew older, my parents later told me that I was the joy and light of their lives, that I was their light in their life of darkness. That I was just what they needed after living in such awful conditions after fleeing from their once master: Lord Voldemort. Once I was born they decided the house was safely guarded with plenty of charms and spells, thus, the beginning of a normal life. One where they no longer had to be on the constant look out for danger, one where they could finally settle down and be themselves. And more importantly, begin a family, starting with raising me.
 I didn’t cry too much when I was a baby, I cried when necessary, like when I needed a diaper change or when I was hungry and needed food in my chubby stomach. Other than that, I was a pretty quiet baby, but one that smiled a lot and laughed easily. With dark brown hair and amazingly blue eyes like my mum my parents brought me to a modeling agency, and I got a few jobs there, but my modeling career didn’t last once I was out of diapers. Once I grew up and realized what modeling was all about, I didn’t want to do it anymore. I just didn’t see the point of posing in front of a camera, wasn’t it was what was on the inside that counted anyway? Not how beautiful a person was on the outside? Well, I thought so, even at the early age of three.
My parents told me all about the magical world, and at that point, left out the part of them being death eaters and all. (I didn’t learn that fact until later) Magic fascinated me, even then, and I always wanted to learn more. Something about being able to make certain things happen with waving a wand and saying a spell got me hooked on the subject of magic. I desperately wanted to be a powerful witch like my mum; I wanted to please both of my parents so badly. Even though my parents believed I was magical, they always told me it didn’t matter it I didn’t receive a letter from Hogwarts for my eleventh birthday. And even though I nodded as they told me this, I couldn’t wait for my eleventh birthday. That would be the day where I would know that I was indeed magical; that would be the day where I could really please my parents.
I was free to do most of the things that I wished, so I did what I pleased, every once in a while getting into trouble. Around the age of six, and with a kind heart, I would bring in stray animals into the house, to “nurse” them. Kittens, small dogs, rabbits, and even lonely looking rocks were carefully brought into the house by me. I “healed” their “injuries” by giving them love and wrapping up their body parts with toilet paper. Who was I to know that they weren’t actually sick? Events like these got me sent to my room with no magic lessons or stories for the night.
When I got older and against my parents’ wishes, I started flirting with boys. Bringing them home for dinner was always a bit awkward for everyone, myself very much included. (It was what my parents insisted on—the dinners that is) There was one time where I endangered me parents’ powers and secret though. I was ten when a new boy moved into the small town where my parents and I were hiding; I took a great liking to him right away. I spent every free moment I had with him, and he the same with me. We were playing a game once when some of the game pieces started disappearing. I knew it was my fault; I was losing so I was starting to become frustrated, so I tried acting like nothing was happening. I knew that he mustn’t find out that it was me who was causing the game pieces to disappear. But he noticed after a few minutes and questioned me. I ran off crying, feeling horrible that I let my powers get out of control, and for a stupid reason too. I apologized to my parents and once again we had to move. This move was our last, spells and charms were once again put up around the house.
On my eleventh birthday I had a small party, with my parents and their friends, so it was mostly adults that attended. I was feeling a bit sad and left out so I left the table when my parents started talking to the muggles on business and such; I never really enjoyed those types of discussions, and unfortunately, those types of discussions came up anytime we had a muggle over. While I was going upstairs to my room, I noticed that there was a letter on the floor. It must have come through the letter hole so I looked to see whom it was addressed to. It was addressed to me! My blue eyes were wide with curiosity and surprise, my mouth gaped open. It was from the place my parents told me about: Hogwarts! I wanted to tell my parents about the letter so badly, but there were muggles around, so I continued to read the letter on my way to my room.
When the guests left I immediately ran down the stairs to show my parents my letter. They were just as excited as I was; they told me they always knew that I was going to be a witch. We hugged and they sat me down, they told me that they were going to tell me all I needed to know about Hogwarts. But just as they were about to start, I shook my head and told them that I wanted to find out all these things on my own. So I could be just as surprised as they were when they first went to Hogwarts. My parents agreed and told me that soon we would be going to Diagon Alley to buy my supplies for the upcoming school year.
I was absolutely amazed by everything at Diagon Alley, there was just so much going on! I looked at every possible detail and breathed in the air. As a birthday surprise my parents bought me a broomstick, the best one you could get at the time. But they told me that I’d have to leave it at home, first years at Hogwarts weren’t allowed a broomstick. My dad promised me that he would show me how to play the magical yet very violent game of quidditch. When I asked my mum if she played, she just laughed and told me that she watched my father play, while she sat in the stands, cheering the Slytherin team on.
 I was nervous like very first year there while I waited for my name to be called. Every person before me in my family had been sorted into Slytherin, but I knew I was different. Though I shared the Rickerson traits of quick wit and ambition, I was as different as one could be in all the other ways. I was kind, treated people of all blood status equally, and would never use someone to gain rank or power. When Professor McGonagall said my name I felt my knees tremble but I felt more excitement then nerves at this point so I smiled pleasantly as I skipped to the stool where the sorting hat was waiting for me. Yes, I skipped to the stool. I quickly breathed in and out before the hat was placed on my small head. The hat was surprised, I was a Rickerson, and here I was, unsure of what house I was going to be put in. It toyed with the idea of placing me in Ravenclaw for my quick wit but saw something I guess. He told me I was far more ambitious than any other Rickerson he had been placed on, that though I didn’t recognize it myself, I was cunning. He was fascinated that so many Rickersons had been placed in Slytherin, not one fell through the cracks and was placed somewhere else. Yes, he knew I was a Rickerson and not a Parks, but he kept my secret. After what seemed for like eternity he shouted, “SLYHTERIN!” much to my surprise. But the hat knows best, doesn’t he?
I’m known for going after what I want. I study hard for everything and try to practice quidditch at almost every free moment I can spare. I unfortunately didn’t make the actual quidditch team my first year, I only made the reserve team. And much to my disappointment none of the chasers got hurt so I was never able to play in a game until I made the team my second year. Since most Slytherin players are boys, I’m often criticized and pushed around by my fellow players. But ever since my second year I’ve managed to slip through the “no girls” rule and make right chaser. Though my teammates can get on my nerves and frustrate me, I keep my tempers and frustrations to myself. After all, I don’t want to jeopardize myself, I want to stay and play on the team. Another thing that gets my teammates ticking is that I’m nice to everyone, including the Gryffindors and first years. But truth be told, in quidditch I’m very far from nice. Due to the pushing and teasing from my teammates I will knock you off your broom if I see that it’s necessary. Unlike my parents I view myself as an: imperfect person. I have flaws. Some are visible and some are a bit harder to see. First things first; I'm very, very, very sensitive and tend to be a bit over emotional. I cry very easily, but I hate for anyone to see this side of me, so I try my hardest not to let anyone see this side of me. I normally do a pretty good job of keeping the tears in until I'm alone in a hallway or in my dorm, but sometimes it's just so hard to keep those darn tears in. I just hate crying so much but since I'm so sensitive it's hard not to cry sometimes. Of course there are certain things that I won't cry about such as insults towards me and bad scores in classes and tests. I normally cry about bad relationships and the fact that I sometimes hurt people. Like sometimes I'm too happy to realize that somebody's hurting and when I do realize that they are, it's all ready too late because they've moved on...so I cry. I cry because I wasn't able to help them.
I get worried very easily and sometimes over the smallest little things. I constantly worry that the boy I fancy at the time doesn't fancy me back or that he's just pretending he does so he can take advantage of me or that homework assignment I just turned in last period wasn't quite thorough enough. When I'm worried a ton of things and thoughts whirl around in my head at once. Sometimes there's so much going on in my head that I start to feel dizzy. When this happens I hurry up and try to find myself a bench to sit on. I don't want people worrying about me, so I tell them everything's all right, just needed to take a quick rest and I give them a weak smile as I try to appear normal; as if the room isn't spinning a million miles a second.
I often wonder why so many Slytherins are hated, because quite frankly, I think I’m quite nice. I keep the best interest in mind and normally always think before I say or do something that will offend somebody. I don’t want to and don't like to hurt other people’s feelings so I often say the “right” thing, meaning, the thing you desire to hear. So if you took me shopping and you really liked a certain outfit of clothing on you, but you didn’t look that great in it, I would hesitantly tell you that you should buy it but only save it for special occasions. Not exactly my best trait if you’re looking for the truth, but I’m working on it, okay?
When I see somebody new that I show an interest in I won’t hesitate to introduce myself. I like to meet new and interesting people, they could make life even more exciting than it all ready is. But I’ve been told that I come on too strong sometimes. I guess I’m a bit too friendly and nice when I meet someone. See, that’s the thing that people either love or hate me for: my bubbly-ness and cheerful-ness. You hardly ever see me without a smile on my face and my blue eyes shining with happiness. If you were to put me into a room of sad things and sad people, I’d glow, trying to make everything and everyone around me happy. I help those who need it and love cheering people up and making them smile. And if you're my friend than you get a lot of hugs from me. One for each time I see you most of the time, or if I haven't seen you for a while.
I like interacting and talking to people. When I talk to a person I like to keep my eyes on them, to let them know that I'm listening to them. Of course it sometimes makes the people I'm talking to a bit uncomfortable, but I think it'd be rude if I wasn't looking at them. I mean, if I was looking away, wouldn't you think that I wasn't paying attention to what you had to say? Yes, yes you would, so that's why I look at the person while I'm talking to them or listening to them. Also, I'm a pretty good listener. I don't interrupt you, I wait until you're finished with what you have to say and then I voice my opinion. I like to hear what you have to say. If I think that you need advice or if you ask for it, then I'll give you some. Of course, you should listen and see if it's advice that you'd like to take before you do whatever I said to you.
I still act like a child even though I'm in the early stages of being a teenager. Even my signature wave is childish. It's so childish that I've made people laugh just by waving at them. When I wave at anybody I move my fingers quickly, starting with moving my pinky, and then all my fingers on the way to my thumb, and back again. It's a quick motion and looks like a blur sometimes since I've waved so many times I've gotten to be very quick with it. When I get excited about something or if I get good news from a friend or my parents back home I scream, jump up and down, and clap my hands together; it doesn't matter if I'm in the great hall, a classroom, on the moving staircases, or out on a date. I'll still scream, jump up and down, and clap my hands together excitedly. If the news if extra exciting or news that I find amazing and once thought was unbelievable or wouldn't possibly happen then I'll scream louder, jump up and down higher, skip the hand clapping and grab your arms and do a little dance with you, I'll probably even add in a few spins and a dip.
I know that people are puzzled as to why I was placed in Slytherin and I have to admit, so do I. Since I don't posses the personality of the stereotypical Slytherin I think some people have a hard time trusting me. They probably think that my bubbly, cheerful, and over all sweet personality is all an act. But I can assure those uncertain people that the personality you see come from me is not an act. It's all real. And I personally hate that people don't trust me and my true personality all because I'm a Slytherin. I think that house prejudices are dumb. I feel that you should get to know a person before you judge them solely on what house they were sorted in.
 When I see something I want, I go out to get. And I won’t give up until it’s mine, well, that is unless it’s a boy one of my friends wants. I wouldn’t want to break my friend’s heart by going out with the boy she wants for herself. One thing I smile brightly upon is all the boys at Hogwarts. I love the variety and you can sometimes seem me shamelessly flirting in between classes with guy that I think is cute but would probably never go out with. Most of the time when I flirt shamelessly I'm not looking for a serious and possibly long term relationship. I flirt with guys that I think are cute and just to have fun, or to see the look on their face when I walk away, leaving them wanting more. I try hard not to get a guy's hopes up, but sometimes I take flirting too far. Though it may not always appear so, I’ll settle down once I find the right guy.
There is this one boy that I’m unsure about though. His name is Skander Gunther McHale and he’s been my on and off boyfriend ever since my first year at Hogwarts. There’s just something about him, something that I can’t quite place my finger on. He’s a great guy and extremely funny and good looking, but I don’t know if he’s the right guy for me. When we break up, it’s normally me who says that the relationship is over. I don’t mean to break his heart, but I don’t like to stay tied down for too long. Who knows maybe we’ll work things out later in life and fully fall in love. ((Haha, not if Nat and I control your future Melanie!))
I think the reason I break up with Skander McHale is because I'm in love with another boy. Yes, I did say I'm love so stop looking so surprised, hopelessly in love if you'd want to get down to the specifics of my feelings. His name is Rain Cedric Larks, he's a sixth year and in Slytherin. We're pretty good friends and he doesn't know that I feel this way about him. In fact, nobody does, not even Mac, or Hollywood! So shhhh! Don't say a word, I'd be absolutely mortified if he found out and he didn't feel the same way. I'll continue being his friend and see how things work out. I'll date other guys to get my mind off him. Wait, did I say date? I meant casually date, nothing serious. I've never felt this way about someone before so I'm not sure if I like it...yet. So I'll say yes to any guy that ask me out but isn't looking for a serious relationship, just a casual one where there aren't too many worries...well...I think will.
When I seriously like a guy and want to be in a semi-serious--or possibly a serious one if I really like the guy--I'll try not to come on as strong with my flirting as I do with guys that are just for fun. I leave hints but sometimes it's hard for the guy I fancy to see that I like them back in a serious way since they've most likely seen me around the school grounds flirting with numerous amounts of guys. Though almost all guys make me blush, guys that I really fancy make blush the hardest. When boys compliment me, use a cheesy pick up line, or if I somehow find a way to embarrass myself I blush a deep pink or a light red. And since my skin's so pale my blush is easy to see.
I like to remain close to ex-boyfriends. I believe that you should always try to be friends with someone you were once romatically close to, even if you broke their heart. It's just that, no matter how bad the relationship turned out, that person--whether you know it or not--still has a special place in your heart. I currently don't have too many exes, but I'm extremely close to all three of them. (Lucas Urie, Travis Ross, and of course, Skander McHale) I talk to them about stuff I'm going through, and give them hugs when ever I see them. Some might find it a little weird, me being so close to guys that I hurt, but I don't. Though our relationships didn't work out, I don't want to push them out of my life, I want them to be a part of my life still, but just as a friend. It makes me feel a whole lot better about the "relationship gone wrong" sort of thing.
I secretly fear and hate being alone. I hate not being around people, for some reason I just don't feel like myself if I'm not around at least one person. When I'm alone I feel that there's a certain reason why I'm alone, and why nobody seems to want to hang around me. I feel unwanted and unloved when I'm by myself. People, even if I don't like them, bring out the best in me. When I'm alone I tend to worry easier and more often. Of course I'll appear like my regular happy self on the outside, but on the inside I'm secretly longing for somebody to come up to me and at least say hello, at least that way I'm not alone and the fear will leave me. There's just something about being alone that scares me. So I don't like being by myself at all.
Thunder storms scare me half to death. They're just so loud and scary! And normally all kinds of rain pours down with it, causing even more noise. I'm always so scared that the thunder might come through the windows of the school and hit people or knock the school down. Whenever it thunders through the night I have a hard time sleeping since I'm so scared. I often lay in my bed, under my warm covers, ears covered, and eyes wide open, waiting for the storm to pass. If my covers aren't warm enough I slip my feet into my fuzzy lime green slippers, throw on a robe, and sit down in a comfy chair in the commonroom next to the fire with my blanket.
I'm secretly afraid that I won't find someone that loves me back. I'm afraid that no one will ever accept for who I am and won't love me as much as I love them. I'm afraid that I'll be one of those women that will never marry and have hundreds of cats to keep me company. I mean, I love my kitten Jeff and all, but I do want to find "the one." I know that being the flirt that I am isn't exactly the best way to find that special someone that I want to spend my life with, but I have a hard time stopping my flirtful ways. I just don't want to be alone and by myself for the rest of my life....I'd rather die actually.
 When I get nervous around people, I don't look at them. I have to look away, because I don't want to see the look they have on their face. My hands start to fidget too, like a lot. If I'm sitting down then my hands fidget in my lap and I tend to look at them a lot, because I'm afraid if I look up I'll meet someone's gaze and they'd be able to read right through me. I soon realize that people might think I'm a bit strange since my hands are kind of spazzing like mad so I run a hand through my wavy, thick, brown hair; or I tug at the end of my skirt, anything to keep my gaze off of you and my hands occupied.
I'm a pretty good student, definitely not the best in the class, but I still get pretty good grades. I study hard and do all of my homework. But since my parents taught me about Hogwarts and the classes that are offered, I get through my homework pretty quickly. Plus, class work and stuff like it come easily to me. Schoolwork and homework were two things I never had any trouble with while growing up. And along the way I found good studying habits, so my test scores improved. The subjects I like best and do extremely well in are charms and muggle studies. The subjects that I don't do so well in are history of magic and astronomy. I dunno, it's just that Binns is quite boring with his lectures and astronomy just never fascinated me. I like school and learning and all, but there are other things I'd rather be doing then some stuffy old homework.
I suppose I do have a "dark side." I mean, I must have one since I was sorted into Slytherin. I guess I don't show it very much...well, except for in the violent sport of quidditch. I get all worked up about quidditch and tend not to act very much like my regular happy self while I'm playing or practicing. I've been known to knock opposing chasers off of their broom during games, and of course I make it look like it was an accident. Practice is difficult since I'm one of the only girls on the Slytherin quidditch team. The guys pushed me around at first but now I push them around right back. I've become quite the competitor and get extremely upset whenever we loose. I get so upset that I yell at my teammates for the smallest things. And in practice I'm the exact same way, if one of my fellow chasers drops the quaffle or if anybody messes up the plays. Sometimes I get so upset that I try to kick the person that I feel messed up or caused us that win we should have sacked...that's normally the time when one of my teammates has to either A. forcefully pick me up or B. forcefully drag me away. They don't put me down or let go of me until I'm in a place far, far, far away from any of the other teammates...or people for that matter. And they make me stay in that isolated area until I've settled down. It annoys me that they insist on doing this, but I guess it's the only way where I won't seriously hurt someone.
Since I only made reserve team my first year at Hogwarts and nobody got injured, (how unfortunate!) I never got to play in a game. But when I made the team my second year at Hogwarts I was so excited about finally being able to play that I got a little goofy and started what is now me and Skylar's pregame ritual. I started singing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper in my high soprano voice and after a few bars much to my surprise Skylar joined in! We both started dancing in a ridiculously crazy manner. And now, before every game Skylar and I "rock out" to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"! It's so much fun, really let's you shake out those pre game nerves and it gets me pretty psyched up about the game. I get really, really, really into the singing and dancing. And while Skylar's still crazy with it, she isn't into as much as I am. I pretty much make a fool of myself since I'm not that great of a dancer and my singing voice isn't all that great either. I mean, I can hit the high notes that Cyndi Lauper sings with ease, but sometimes I go too high. So Slytherin quidditch players? I'm sorry if my singing is so high that your ears hurt...and possibly ring. Also, anybody in the Slytherin quidditch locker rooms is an open target as my dance partner. So fellow Slytherin quidditch players, you better watch out!
There's a few quirky thing about me that make me, well me, Melanie Nicole Parks. I only use black quills to write with. If someone offers me a quill that's any color besides black I won't use it, or touch it. I'll jump out of the way if I have to. I just don't use quills that aren't the color black, okay? On days where Slytherin has a quidditch match I must eat blueberry pancakes or I'll play horribly. I found that the second game I ever played in. I played horribly all because I ate waffles instead of blueberry pancakes. My toenails must always be painted a dark blue with silver sparkles. I hate them whenever they're any color besides dark blue. I always carry three smooth skipping stones in my pocket. They represent me, my dad, and my mum. If a person has a shirt tag sticking out I must tuck it in for them. It doesn't matter if I don't know them or that that particular person hates me. I have to tuck in their shirt tag. It bothers me if it's just sticking out. I always sneeze 10-20 minutes before I fall asleep. The number of sneezes varies. Oh, and I own a lime green push up bra that I consider lucky. I don't know why I do, but I do.
I don't have very many hobbies. Besides playing quidditch during the school year and the summer holidays I don't do much else. I mean, I play basketball and tennis just for fun, but they're not something I'm really serious about. I mainly play basketball and tennis to keep me in shape. I like reading in my spare time. It's one way where I won't worry when I'm alone. I think it's because I like reading books in the realistic fiction genre, where the stories are about real characters, ones that I can relate to. So in way it's kind of like I have people with me. Hmm, I count shopping as a hobby! I know must people don't but I do! Just because it's so much fun! My love for shopping is probably the reason I bring three heavy trunks to school every year. I just can't seem to part without all of the clothes in my closet.
I’ll over-shower you with nice-ness, smiles, advice (when asked for), hugs, and cheerfulness, no matter what time of day it is. It could be dawn and I’ll still be me. I could really care less if it all annoyed you; because that’s the way I am, take it or leave it, your choice.
I heart: Rain Larks || Skander McHale || Mackenzie Alexanders || Hollywood Randle || being in love || clothes || shoes || parties (not too wild though) || lime green || "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" || the power of magic || smiles || most muggle appliances || my kitten Jeff || roses || books || chocolate || and last but not least: boys! I hate: Gothic people || gifts coming in the wrong size || being disliked by others || big dogs || liars || heartbreak || frowns || thunder storms || being Other things you should know: I love (though I won't tell you) surprise gifts and parties, any other surprises things: not so much. I sometimes help my close friend Hollywood by tutoring him in some of his classes. Also, my voice is um kind of weird I guess. I have a high soprano voice even when I’m talking. And my voice still has a kid-like tone to it. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I have a high voice and that I sound younger than my age.Updated September 6th
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 9:28 pm
 [puppeteer] Faerlie[Legal name] Masika || Sabah || Het-Heru[Nicknames] Masi. [Insults] There's really no way to mess up Masika so it's derogatory, so please don't try.[I know what you see] Some boring girl who was blessed with some wonderful body and why didn't I get some better sort of personality to match. A girl who lost her mother far too early in her life and hasn't been quite the same since. [But I see differently] Someone intelligent who doesn't find the humor in the 'your mom' jokes and who thinks drama is boring in itself.[I am very much] female [and I love] men and women, although, I'm not extremely open about it. But I date who I will and I don't make a big deal out of it. Others do that enough already.[I was lucky to be sorted into] Ravenclaw[On my birthday,] November 15 [the stars read] Scorpio [and I wished on] 16 candles[Magically trained for] 6 years[My parents] Hector Het-Heru and the late Moira Wells [and my heart pumps] Pureblood[my wand is] 13 [inches long, made of] doom palm [wood, with a core of] Griffin feather.[My patronus is] a sphinx.[my dear pet] Abyssinian cat [named] Amarantha[on the pitch I am] the keeper. [Hello beautiful] I fins myself to be rather attractive. I love my body and I'm proud of who I am, but I don't boast about it all the time. I like myself and there's nothing wrong with that. I have a slender body with an undertone of an athletic build. Muscles hidden under smooth skin and wrapped around strong bones. I have my mothers hair and more of her fair-skin tone than I do of my fathers. My hair is more english textured, taking product and curling with it. Corn-rows do not work on Masika Het-Heru.
I wear make-up, yes. I love eye make-up, and when dances and parties come around, you'll see me. I'm not wearing whore make-up, no. It's the kind that enhances the beauty you already possess and bringing it out. I like eye-liner. Not a pitch black and not a brown, but a charcoal hue works perfectly for my dark eyes, as does mascara which is my other favorite thing. A light dusting of a sort-of orange-y blush is the last part of the make-over.
I like to wear jeans. Jeans are comfortable, jeans are fun, jeans are...pants? I love jeans. I like t-shirts and jeans and sweatshirts and shoes. And I like to wear them all. I love to look nice so sometimes I wear something girly. I like those cute little flowy tops with the little flowers on them and a coordinating skirt with some flats. It's a nice thing to wear, casual, yet...girly. [what i was] Masika was born in Egypt and lived there for a while with her mother and father. Her mother was a housewife for that part, but also an independent English researcher. Her father was a hem-netjer, a priest, of the village because of his magical powers. He was able to coax the gods into anything and he was a healer.
At age 9, she was fashioned a wand by her own father (after her mother coaxed him...a lot) out of a doom palm that had been felled to build a village hut. The core was griffin feathers given to him by one of the gods during an invocation to cleanse the village of illness, a tak to great for his powers, which were only meant to drive illness from one person. Shortly after wards, her father turned over his priestly rights to his godson and together the family moved back to her mother's homeland of England. This was the first time Masika had seen snow. It fascinated her, and it was the first time she had celebrated Christmas. It became her favorite holiday. She loved the bright colors. In February of the next year, someone broke into their home. They violently murdered her mother and stole all her research on the Egyptian tombs and possible whereabouts of new undiscovered ones. England was not a nice place, but she and her father remained in memory of the woman they loved.
She turned eleven and received a letter from Hogwarts, and she was whisked away to prepare for school. [On the Inside] Does Not Play Well With Others: I'm a generally laid back and relaxed person. I don't get phased by much of anything and to me, it's whatever happens, happens and if it doesn't go my way, then it's not a big deal. I'm not loud and obnoxious, I'm level headed and down to earth and don't get my hopes too high. I smile. ...around my friends, but that's the extent of it, really. Unless someone cracks some sort of really bad, corney joke. Those get me laughing like no other. There's no rhyme or reason to it, but it happens. My laugh isn't something musical and melodious like my voice is. It's a high-pitched squeaky almost hyperventilation.
Some people have this vision of me being almost a kind of b***h, which is very untrue. I'm not a b***h. I'm quiet and reserved and I like to be by myself and think things through. I like silence and people talking to me is a little bit of an annoyance, but other than that, I don't mind being around people. I like the company. I like being part of a group. It's very relaxing. So if I offend you with my silence, I apologize. Sorry.
Lonely, I'm so Lonely...I have nobody, for my own: When I'm by myself, I'm usually writing. I love to write and I organize my thoughts this way. I write about just about everything. I write poetry and lyrics and I draw and just...normal stuff, you know? My journal is where I get to be me, so it's always with me. Under several locks and keys. During school I have it charmed to open to five languages, each password requiring the proper emphasis on the right syllable. When I am by myself I am most relaxed, I like to be lost in my thoughts, it's calming.[likes] kind people. egypt in the summer. palm trees. lemonade. her close friends. sleeping late. cotton sheets. the smell of the ocean. the way the air smells after it's rained. chinese food. the sound of a piano. the sound of a poorly played guitar. new and exciting things. really. corny. jokes.[dislikes] rude people. england in the winter. snow. soda. techno music. idiots. corn (allergic to it). girls who wear stupid things and think they look sweet.[other/misc.] she's generally quiet, but when she finally gets comfortable she's fun to be around. sometimes she's boring, but to get her laughing, tell a really corny joke.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 12:30 am
[ the name's ALiCE ]   [the culprit of my actions] x a r r e [so uh... right. my name's] Adelaide || Marie || Burkley [but, really, just call me] Alice. [don't you DARE call me] Adelaide, Addie, Aly, Als, Burkley, Burks, Marie, RED, or anything that’s not Alice. [people say] Stuck-up, irritatingly impatient, insensitive, dual-personality, loud, oblivious, flighty, obnoxious, temperamental [but i stick with] outgoing, lively, a little rusty around the edges, confused, witty, individual, and independent [my gender is] My name's Alice, what do you think? [i'm like a magnet for those] silly boys [that stupid talking hat sorted me in] Gryffindor, but it mentioned Slytherin. How... disturbing.[happy spring birthday] May 22nd [the worlds above us say] Gemini, but on the cusp of Taurus [currently, i am] 15 years old [if you're smart enough, you'll figure out that i'm a] 5th year. So don't screw around with me, 1st years. [my gaurdian is] Nana Burkley [so that makes me a] freak? Like I know my blood. (Pure) [my magical stick is] 12 [inches long, and is made of] Hawthorn [wood, with a core of a] Romanian Longhorn Heart String [the darkness is back, so i conjure up a] Lynx[the lazy royalty]large Himilayan Brown-point [he goes by the name of] Dragon [i'm not into sports, but] If I really put in the effort and got into Quidditch, I might actually enjoy playing. But it's not one of my main interests. I'll support my team, though! GO GRYFFINDOR!  [not your average-looking girl] Short and surprisingly slender, this feisty witch has hair to match the personality, being a dark crimson color, along with highlights of orange and yellow thrown in there. Yes, it is unnatural and dyed. Her original hair color is a ginger red, but she thought it didn‘t suit her, and wanted something different and outrageous. In addition, Alice, in order to maintain her wildly curly hair, has to use her magic to straighten her hair and give it that punk-ish look. Which in this case, short, to the collar bone, and layered really choppy. Curly hair is NOT her style. Sky blue is the hue of her bright, round eyes, which are almost always surrounded by black eyeliner, bringing the colour out even more. Her skin is a pale-ish color, making her strikingly unique, compared to the bright colors of her other features. Alice possesses a heart-shaped face, wavy, amazingly pink lips, and an almost bizarrely pointy nose, about standard size for a human being. Her cheeks are averagely round, which are usually a pale shade of pink, thanks to a masking utensil called ‘blush’. Long black lashes encircle her eyes, along with thin, sleek eyebrows that are sometimes up in a cocked manner. She reveals two straight rows of partially white teeth (who’s teeth is completely white?) whenever she pulled back those luscious wavy lips, the two front teeth being a little bit larger than the rest. It is actually quite a huge smile for someone so stubborn and at fault. This redhead stands a mere 5 foot 3 inches tall, and wearing a size three in jeans, and has an common developed chest, nothing too outlandish. Her arms and legs are quite lean, along with her naturally tiny waist. She’s been told that her butt is equally as bony, as well, much to her misfortune.
Alice’s nails are usually a dark color, like a deep shade of red, matching her hair, or just black. Once in a while, when she becomes bored (which tends to happen a lot) she’ll do something crazy with them, like put stripes and polka-dots. . Her fingers are long, usually accessorized with a few rings, usually ones of the dark kind, or with peculiar colors and shapes. As for jewelry around her neck, she frequently wears necklaces that are long, so that she can layer them, or maybe a choker. Once in a while, she may show off a cute cat collar, bell and all. On her wrists, she wears complimentary wrist bands for her outfits, and also loads of plastic bands that are multi-colored, looking as if a rainbow had exploded on her arms. As for her wardrobe, Alice wears comfortably tight jeans and relaxed shirts that fit nicely, and are not constricting, no matter what time of the year it is. She doesn’t mind baking in the heat in jeans. She also enjoys wearing her black white-polka-dotted sweater, where the sleeves go past her knuckles, just the way she likes them. Stripes, polka-dots, and other funky simple designs are seen in her clothing. She refuses to wear a skirt, unless it is the school uniform, or desperately adorable to her liking. Bow and butterfly clips are always welcomed in her colorful hair. And thick-rimmed, fake glasses are always a regular fashion accessory.
One thing that she keeps with her at all times is her black trendy, side-sling bag, with loads of buttons that say funny, cruel, random, or just plain freaky things. Wanna buy her a gift? Buy her a button.
Looking at her right hand, you'll most likely notice many scars and maybe a week old bruise.[it'll end happy... hopefully] Adelaide Marie spent the first 5 years of her life in a Catholic adoption center in Dublin Ireland, and that’s where all of her problems were. While most of the kids were playing in the yard, Alice, which she labeled herself after finding that “Adelaide” just wasn’t a name for her, was labeled as an outcast for the bizarre events that seemed to always occur around the petite, ginger-haired, light-blue eyed, and extremely pale girl. Light bulbs exploding, thinks moving on their own. But what had made most of the other kids, and caretakers, anxious had been whenever Alice touched a dead plant. When her small, pale fingers barely touched it, it would spring to life, growing back as if it was brand new. The constant snubbing and frightened looks from her little playmates had developed a horrible, vain, and incredibly insensitive attitude and a knack for letting her mouth run off more than once in a while and get herself into trouble. She wasn’t at all surprised when couples came along looking for a young child to take into their warm arms and be rejected. “She’s too exotic looking.”, “She‘s too obnoxious.”, “She looks like trouble.” Alice heard them all. And that just made her manners completely worse and eventually, she grew to not caring whether or not she would find a family or not. If it got to it, she would just move out and live on her own. Yes, she was thinking about this at the age of 5.
But, however, when a kind, yet very outgoing woman came along, looking for a child to keep her company, Alice was struck with surprise when she had chosen her, despite her insults about her obviously dyed blonde hair and red lipstick. The woman told her to call her “Nana” instead of her real name, which was Janice Burkley, and took her to where she really lived: London, England. It wasn’t directly in the city limits, however, only 20 minutes outside of the busy town, on a large lot with an old brick house most likely from the 1800’s. After Alice settled into her new room with her few things, it took Alice a few days before she warmed up to Nana, and told her thank you for adopting her. That’s when Alice began to recognize herself as “Alice Marie Burkley”. The two eventually became quite a pair, and Alice started to really look up to Nana as a mother, and a friend.
 Alice grew bored without anyone to play with, and questioned Nana Burkley about if there was anyone else to have fun with on the street. She mentioned something about another family, who’s name was the Larks, a wealthy, proper family, with a young son around her age. However, Nana told Alice that she shouldn’t get involved with their child, and just stay clear away from their home. Alice was furious, knowing well that there was someone she could interact with around the place, but was forced to stay away. However, while she was toruring some poor bugs on the side of the dirt road, a young, whistling boy came strolling around from down the street. His hair was a wispy silver. They instantaneously introduced each other, and eventually became the best of friends, playing together almost everyday, despite how much her Nana disapproved. However, Alice had always thought that Rain was something special, almost like herself. The silver hair was definitely unnatural for a normal human being, and whenever it seemed that he would trip and fall, or get hurt, something erratically supernaturally would happen. He’s always end up clean, with no scraps, scratches, or bruises. It was odd.
Around the age of 7, a new little boy came to Cherry Wood street, with wild curly hair. His name was hard for little Alice to remember, so she often just called him Fig, which was a new nickname that her, and also Rain, had called him, and it sticked. It seemed that the small boy was a favorite target for the bullies at the park, so she had to be the macho heroine, and save him. She seemed to get into much trouble, however, being such a tiny girl, but with a big heart, trying to save her friend. Rain would often have to help her protect Fig, much to Alice’s dismay.
By the age of 10, Alice had become one of those kinds of children who thought too much, asking millions of questions that didn’t make sense to those who listened, but made absolute perfect sense to her small mind. She would often question Nana Burkley about why Rain had left at the end of August, and not able to play with her. Nana would always ignore the question, and change the subject.
Alice was estatic when Rain came back from wherever he was in the middle of June, just after her 11th birthday, but the silver-haired boy had changed. Drastically. She noticed that his luminous green eyes had lost a bit of light, and weren’t quite as cheerful as before his presence had left on Cherry Wood Street. But he greatly welcomed the heartfelt embrace that Alice gave him, which was followed after Fig’s hug. His demeanor had lightened up slightly after a week, she saw, but was still dampened. Where had be been? She had always wondered, and that’s when she asked about it. He made sure that Fig was home, and that the two were alone, before he began his tale of a place called ‘Hogwarts’, magic, and other sorts.  Alice cackled at his stories, thinking it was pretty uncanny, and thanked him for the exciting story that she knew was untrue and illogical. He just gave her a stern look, and said something about ‘You’d be surprised at how real it is’, when they said their goodbyes, and went back to their warm homes. Alice, although she didn’t believe in it, had Rain’s bizarre tale stuck in her head, and couldn’t take her mind off of it for the longest time.
It was the middle of July, the air hot and dry, and the sun setting when a strange letter arrived through the mail hole in the door. The addressee’s name was “Hogwarts’. Alice had thought that that the envelope had been Rain’s doing, just to amuse himself, trying to make her actually believe such a weird world could even exist. But, just for her laughter, she opened up the envelope.
Although she hadn’t accepted that magical world Rain had enlightened her with true, Nana had sat down with Alice, telling her about the letter for almost the whole night, and about the wonderful world that she was going to be introduced to. The strange fact was, was that Nana had actually been part of that world, but was not a witch. Her mother and father had been part of the magical community, and so was her older brother, but she had the distressing fate of becoming a squib, and not a witch, like her mother.
Alice had gone to Diagon Alley with her squib guardian, inviting Rain with her, and got her wand from the famous Ollivander’s, along with a nice little kitten that was a gift from her Nana. She attended to the train station for the first time with Rain, him going to his second year, and her going to her first year. The redhead was sorted in by the hat into Gryfindor, although he had his thoughts about whether or not to place her in Slytherin. The only thing that had upset her about going to Hogwarts was that Rain had been sorted into Slytherin the year before, which now explained why he was so distorted when he came back from the beautiful castle.
After two years at school, Alice got the pleasant surprise that Fig was in fact also a wizard, and congratulated him on joining Rain and herself on their journey in the magical world.
Alice is now entering her 5th year, exited about being able to apparate and learn new hexes and jinxes she can use against enemies. [read it. memorize it. eat it.] Alice is one of those people who… tend to get in trouble a lot, causing chaos is peaceful areas, and making mischief in every room she steps her tiny little body in. She tells a lot of people off, but unfortunately, if they get into a fist fight, which she prefers more than magic, there is a high chance she’ll loose, because of her small build, and weak limbs. She’d like to think she was brawny. Strongly independent and self-governing, she’ll always shrug off anyone who’ll try to help her get out of sticky situations that could get her in dilemmas.  Thus, why she has a strong dislike for Rain Larks, who’s always getting her out of fist or magical fights just for the sake of her not getting hurt, but she never says thank you, no matter how bad she was getting herself into, and just thinks of him as an annoyance. Curious and witty, Alice likes to stick her nose into other people’s business, and make remarks that could hurt, no matter how much they’ll hate her afterward. It’s not her fault she can be sometimes brutally honest. However, if someone’s in a situation she’s been in, she completely sympathizes them, and understands how they feel. Though, she’s not the most compassionate person, thinking that the world could go on without the whiney pansies (Fig is an exception). One of her favorite sayings is “Build a bridge, and get over it”.
Although she seems like a snobby, stuck-up person, she feels in actual fact real deep, and has emotions that run wild all the time. She’s often seen as “moody” or has a “dual personality”. Hey, she’s a Gemini, what can she do? She’ll only blush around Rain, who seems to have a real hit on her, despite how much she tells herself how much she hates him. In truth, she has these special feelings for him, even more than a best friend, but her pride’s keeping her from telling him how much he means to her. Thus, resulting in the shoving-him-off routine. But when the time is right, she’ll defend him also, along with Fig. They are her best friends, and if anyone messes with them, their going to have to talk to Alice.
Alice usually gets more along with the boys, (hence her friendship with two of the male species), seeming that girls are too emotional and boy-crazy for her liking. Mushy feelings of being smuthered turn her off, but only when she does not wish for it (try figuring out when she does). But there are a few girls that she can get along with and she admits that it's nice to have some girl talk at times when she's sick of her male friends.
Another rather unique thing is that whenever Alice is in a good mood, which can be surprisingly often if everything is going her way, the little red head can be quite the bubbly character, jumping around like a child on a sugar-high. It's all fun and games, unless there's a sudden twist in the plot, and everything falls into a bad position that isn't in her favor. Her emotions can go up and down, such as a rollercoaster, climbing up to one emotions, and the falling as quick as a dead bird to the next.
Alice is quiet indescisive. She'll never confess to it, but she does have a problem with boys that she likes and is oblivious to the boys who like her. She will absolutely deny the fact that she's strangely attracted to Aidan Reese, a 7th year Slytherin and enemy ((at the moment.)). Liking to think and let others think that her life is just perfect the way it is and that she's perfectly fine, Alice specializes in keeping her "mask of serenity". The petite redhead may seem mildly calm at times, but when something cracks or slips, you may find yourself up against one of the scariest things Hogwarts has ever seen: a violent, scary Alice. Her temper is one of the downfalls of her fiery personality, especially when it can pop at any time. Some find it amusing, some just downright hate her for it, but Alice just says, "I don't know what you're talking about." with a wry smile for her explaination of the strange behavior. [love 'em] My adopted brother, Fig. Sigh...Rain, I suppose. Matthias and Will. Jane. MUSIC. Blood-pops. Buttons to put on my bag. Making fun of people. Ghosts. Scaring myself by stories or movies. Doodling on my Charms work. Hogsmeade trips. Magical history (the exciting stuff, like battles with gore). M&Ms. Meat and junk foods. Muggle sports cars. Anyone who doesn't piss me off. Aidan. [gag me] Rain. Anyone that messes with Fig. Not winning an argument. Most Slytherins. Charms homework. Tea. Healthy foods (like vegetables). Anyone who pisses me off. Kamille Sirianni and Annibelle Massey. AIDAN. [and this is pretty much it] I tend to have these wild dreams where I'm speaking Russian to these people I don't know, and I perfectly understand them. And also, I have this strange fear of not drinking beverages that are offered to me, no matter who it is (Even if it's Fig or Rain). Sometimes people call me "emotionally unstable", because of my errotic sobbing, at the most random times. Don't ask my why. I'm not so sure of it myself.
And I have minor boy problems... er-wait... did I say minor? [ updated June 11th ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 12:02 pm
[ я@!n ] < - - - - [My fate lies in her hands] xarre [Full name is] Rain || Cedric || Larks [Everyone just calls me] Rain, Hale, Larks [One way ticket to broken-noseville] Happy Lark, Cedric, and Larky [Most people think I‘m] handsome, sometimes self-centered, enthusiastic, straight-forward, honest, a big flirt, and aloof when I‘m in a bad mood [I think of myself as] Everything I want to be. [I am a] guy [I really like] girls with character.[Was sorted into] Slytherin, unfortunately. [Birthday's] February 13th [Stars say] Aquarius [Age is just numbers] 16 years old [Almost there] 6th year [My parents are] Aggitha and Paul Larks [So my blood runs] Pure [My magical mechanism is] 13 ½ [inches long, and is made of] Rowan [ wood, that consists of a] Selkie’s hair [The light that protects me from darkness] Bald Eagle [My lovely companion is a]snowy owl [Who woots when I call] Oro [Quidditch?] No, but I'll sub in if they need me. I just like to free-play, though.  [Take a picture if you can't stop staring] Rain has an almost ‘bad-boy’ look. His unusual silver, wispy hair, parted to the side, frames his beautifully symmetrical face. A strong chin, wavy lips, and jade greens eyes that are so bright and intense they could light up a room are all physical qualities that he possesses. Rain’s pale and porcelain skin is due to his loathe of the sun and any weather that isn’t rainy, cloudy, or isn’t in the summer. His high cheek bones make him look older than his age, and the brawny neck compels a look of being more mature and masculine than most boys in his year. The young man’s body is quite muscular, along with his arms, from working out. Occasionally, he’ll put his silvery hair in a small pony tail, when he has to read or do school work.
Clothing for Rain has always been the same, frequently clean-cut and fashionable. He’s usually dressed in button-up shirts, with a white or black tank-top underneath, with dark faded jeans that set nicely on his thin waist. When in the school uniform, his tie is usually unkempt, and his shirt is either half-way tucked in, or not even tucked at all. Rain has to wear reading glasses occasionally, when he looses his contacts, or whenever he does his school work in the Slytherin Common room.
His signature black jacket, made of smooth leather, is one way to sort him out of a croud. (or just find that head of silver locks!)[This is my story] Rain Larks was born in the chilly winter to a respectable, organized family. Aggitha and Paul Larks, both highly esteemed employees at the Ministry of Magic, are a couple who were both sorted into Slytherin, meeting each other at Hogwarts when they were young. The two were wealthy, almost snobbish, and have a taste for the most expensive brands of clothing, furniture, etc. Their life was completely neat and orderly, nothing was misplaced, everything was perfect. Until little Rain came along into their lives.
A newborn baby was definitely a challenge for the couple, both having no experience at raising a child, and neither of them desired an addition to the Larks family. However, they decided to name the child “Rain”, figuring it was creative enough for the boy, seeming as he had silvery hair, like his mother.
Over the years, they had attempted at raising the child, but had come to fail when it came to the big events, such as potty-training and other things such as that. Thus, resulting to the purchase of a sweet, little house elf by the name of ‘Elfie’. Elfie had been Rain’s greatest friend, since his parents had sheltered him from any contact from the outside world, believing that anything that was related to Muggles were out of the question for the boy. Rebellious and carefree, Rain always managed to escape from the Larks Mansion during the day, because of his parents long working hours, and be back before his parents came home through the Floo Powder network. Elfie wasn’t that strong, and she couldn’t bear to see Rain cry or cause him harm, so she merely let him go off, watching him from a far distance, making sure he wouldn’t become hurt.
At age of 6, Rain found himself a friend whom he could relate to, and thought she was an interesting character. Everyday, he would flee from his home when his parents left, Elfie watching him all the way, and ran down the road, to meet up with the girl, Alice. She was his playmate, his best friend. They eventually became real good friends.
A new addition was made, Fig, with his wildly curly hair, came into the picture, making them the three musketeers of Cherry Wood Street. His parents never suspected him, playing with muggles and leaving the household.
 However, Elfie let something spill to her master, Mr. Larks, about Rain and his adventures around the middle of August, when Rain was the age of 11, about to be shipped off to his first year at Hogwarts. The Larks couple had a heated discussion about his escapes to play with muggles, and it eventually didn’t end well. Yells, and large explosions filled the ears of young 11 year old Rain. The silver-haired boy cried the whole night, and was exhausted the day for leaving to the train station. Rain’s mother, Aggitha, took him to station 9 and ¾, silent and forlorn the whole way. The father was nowhere to be found.
The first day at the castle, Rain was not at all excited to go and get sorted, knowing fully well that he was to be sorted into a house that he felt was full of shame and cowardliness (this is what RAIN thought… not me (xarre)). His dejected attitude and hateful feelings instantaneously landed him into the house of Slytherin.
In the middle of his first year, Rain received a letter, informing of his parents’ divorce. Teary-eyed, and feeling so alone, Rain closed himself off from the rest of the world. The young boy believed that the reason for his parents’ split-off was completely his fault, for ever letting himself leave the house for so many years to be with his much cared for friends on Cherry Wood Street.
Which resulted to his almost depressive manner when he arrived home, being taken to the mansion by his mother. It seemed that his father had left the home, leaving it for himself, Aggitha Larks, and the distressed and troubled Elfie. Aggitha Larks attitude toward the house elf had become more kind, Rain had noticed. His mother seemed to become more caring toward him, also, which shocked and delighted him all at once. It seemed that the leaving of Paul Larks had given his mother a new lesson to learn, and made her more gentle and heartfelt, now being able to do the things that she enjoyed to do, such as gardening, and potting flowers. The woman knew that her former husband was the cause of their cold and dreary family, him controlling everything, and the love for money overwhelming his love for his wife.
The now new heartwarming Aggitha Larks had greatly welcomed Rain to enjoy himself with Alice and Fig, her feelings toward Muggles had become more soft, although she still distrusted the unknowing beings. But, she desired for her little boy to be happy. With Elfie watching over him, of course!
Rain had become more cheerful over the summer, being able to spend time with his younger friends. But when Alice popped open and question that revealed his existence, he was in fright. He didn’t know what to say, or tell the young girl, whom he had actually started to develop feelings for, just puppy love. But he loved that curly, red hair that came down to her shoulder, and those bright curious, sky blue eyes. And he trusted her, much more than he did Fig. So, what did he do? He told her everything. Everything he knew about the wizarding world. All of it. To his disappointment, she thought it was a joke, and laughed at his accusations. He knew that he would let some magic slip from him when the time was right, just to show her. He wanted to show her his world, and invite her to it.
But all of that was thrown out when it turned out that his little heartthrob was in fact part of his world, being a magical being herself! And when she invited him to come along with her to Diagon Alley, with her gaurdian, he greatly accepted, and went along side her, and witnessed her beautiful, young face filled with joy and amazement at the sight of the glorious world.
Now going to his 6th year at Hogwarts, his feelings for Alice never changing. And if they had changed, they would become stronger. Even though she hates me at the moment, he’ll just wait until the day she knows that she loves him, too. His only problem, is that both of his best friends were sorted into Gryfindor, his house’s sworn enemy. But that doesn’t stop him from hanging with his two childhood companions. [this is who I am] Laid-back and fascinated with the world, this silver-headed boy has a personality that fit’s his heart, not his house. Although sorted into Slytherin, Rain does not enjoy tormenting others just for the pure fun of it, unless it’s Red or those pesky first years who. Taking an interest in elegant things, he has an appeal to things that has to do with merpeople, and anything else that’s graceful and attractive.
Cool and being the Slytherin House’s heartthrob, the silver-haired boy seems to be completely honest, almost brutally, and has been known to break many young girls’ hearts, telling them that he’s not interested in a relationship at the moment. Which is actually the truth. Although he’s a great flirt, they are only passing fancies.
Be can be kind, but when he’s in a bad mood, he can be quite the egotistic, and self-centered. Aloof has been another favorite adjective to his awful temper.
The only think that really ticks him off, however, is tacky, shallow people. He can’t stand those types of girls who all look exactly alike, dress the same, and care more about their weight than protecting their friends. It drives him insane, knowing that there are people in this world who are that petty and superficial.
When it comes to stress, Rain just tries to forget about it, hiding the shamed feelings away, behind more important feelings, like how much he feels for Alice. She’s the only girl whom he‘s really cared for and wants to be with, but he figures it’s not the right time. The poor boy believes that she wants nothing to do with him, only accepting his friendship, but that’s all he wishes for from her. She’s just a pleasure that he has to wait and be patient for… but his patience is almost running dry.
Making witty jokes and comments about people, but not too damaging, is a hobby that Rain enjoys quite a lot, unless it’s with his friends. He absolutely LOVES to torture Alice and Fig with his tormenting sense of humor, that seems to only pop out when he’s around them two, since he’s known the teens since he was a young boy. It’s a real sick and twisted humor that’ll turn any girl off. Maybe a secret weapon? [I fancy] Red (Alice). Teasing Alice. Reading about science and discoveries. Hanging by the great lake. Flirting just for the fun of it. Stormy weather. Merpeople. Hogsmeade trips. Heavy metal music. Melanie Parks. Messing around with Skylar. Convincing himself that he's better than Aidan. Possibly Kamille Sirianni. The colors black, grey, and white. Elfie. [I really dislike] Seeing Red hurt. Barbie-doll figured girls. My cruel father. The sun. The heat. Whining and complaining. People who take things way too seriously. Pies. Matthias. [Oh, and let‘s not forget] My best friends are Alice and Fig. But my Slytherin best friends are Aidan Reese and Skylar Martin. Although, Aidan is competition for the girls I've got my eyes on. [ updated April 4th ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 12:33 pm
 [pushing the buttons] x a r r e (Nat) [if you get technical] Fidelious || Jacob || Violino [simple and easy] Fig, Fid, and sometimes Fidelio [stab my ego] Fiddie, Violino [often said to be] whiney, teasing, short-attention spanned, impatient, attention-seeking, dare-devilish, self-centered, positive, and energetic [but I often say] a teenage boy looking for a little more than average or ordinary in life. [cannot lie that I am a] guy [who adores getting attention from] the girls [I'm a full-blooded] Gryffindor [Fig-day] April 15th [twinkle-twinkle little star] Aries [that age] 13 [another troublesome] 3rd year [ma and pa] Isabella and Alphonso Violino [does not matter, but I am] muggleborn [my wickedest thing ever is] 11 [inches long, and it is made of] Willow [wood, with a core of] strong, brilliant male unicorn's tail hair [Expecto patronum!] wolf [I wish I owned a] pet [but] I cannot afford one. And my parents think I will kill it. [I like to play Quidditch] but people say I am too dangerous on a broom. And Fred Weasley took the spot I wanted [in the reflection] Wildly curly brown locks of hair sprout from his head, which stick out in all places, giving him a untamed and feral look, which, now come to think of it, suits his personality. His face is that of a young boy, round and slightly chubby, but also on the verge of puberty, which means his face is growing longer. A small button nose, large brown eyes, with the accessory of long, almost girly, lashes, and unusually large lips to match are all complimentary to his normal-sized body for his age. Being an average 5 foot 6, and still growing, some say that in the future he’ll grow to be at least 6 feet, but other’s think otherwise. Some say, because of his foreign background, he’ll only grow a few inches, and then just be stunted completely.
 During the summer, and the cooler seasons, Fig usually wears T-shirts with logos, or oddly interesting sayings that are random and make no sense, sort of like him. They fit his boy-ish body to a perfect fit, and also makes him feel at ease, not being concerned with if it shows that he’s got a little extra meat on his bones. Jean shorts, or nice tan dickies shorts are what he dresses in. Fig, during the winter, will wear beanies, and sweaters that are comfortable, with long pairs of dark jeans. As for jewelry, no. He does not wear any of that sort. It’s just too girly for a boy to wear them! [a story… a very exciting one] Fidelious Jacob Violino was born on April 15th, into a young, happy family of two, Isabella and Alphonso Violino. His parents were settled in a quiet town of Italy, only getting their wages to survive on by creating their handed-down business of making hand-made instruments, such as instruments of orchestra and strings, with the grandparents of the child, mom‘s parents. Having the small boy in the family was like a dream to them, after trying to have children for 5 years. Finally, they had their own little creation that they could cherish forever, in their tiny little shop. Yes, a very fine dream it was. Until, somehow, their shop caught fire when Fidelio was around the age of 4. The family had all gotten out in time, but every single inch of their shop had been burned down to the ground, including the instruments and their belongings. Fidelio only remembers having touching one of the strings of the many guitars, having great interest in the musical instrument, and then there was a bright burst of light, resulting to the fire. His family doesn’t blame him for the incident, but was extremely forlorn for a few years, having to move to London, England, and restart the business.
The Violino family moved to a nice, average two-story house, twenty minutes outside of busy London. Their new neighbors, the Burkleys and the Larks, greatly invited them into their tranquil little lane, Cherry Wood St., being the only ones that lived there, surrounded by multi-colored flora on a dirt road. The young girl down the street, although she was a bit snobby and bossy, had become on of Figs greatest friends, keeping him in order, and protecting him when they traveled to the neighboring park and got bullied by the larger, older kids. Her name was Alice. The young, 8 year-old boy down the other way was a little more caring, and gentle, but also help Fig, and sheltered him along-side Alice. His name was Rain. The three eventually became one of the tightest three-way friends around, and also one of the most mischievous, getting into all kinds of trouble.
 Around the age of 8, Fig had been having problems with his wildly curly hair. His grandmother, Gran-gran, kept attempting at cutting it short, but his hair would always grow back in the very next few days. Yes, the whole family thought he was different, unique was a better word to put it, since they loved him dearly. But somehow, they knew that he wasn’t normal.
Fidelio was only 10 years old when he took a great interest in the guitar, and decided that it was an acceptable challenge for him. Both his parents greatly encouraged him to play, knowing that it was a normal thing for a young boy to want to do, especially when his family was in the music business. Alice and Rain also supported his idea. Playing the string instrument, helping to take care of the family business, his odd interest in Pokémon, and playing with Alice and Rain was all that Fidelio really cared about, almost failing school, deciding that it was pretty pointless when he knew that he was either going to take over the family business, or play the guitar as a career.
It was quite a surprise when a letter from the address of “Hogwarts Castle” came to their front door step one evening, along with a few large tawny owls that hung around on the roof, to Gran-gran’s dismay. Both him and his parents read the letter aloud, being hopeful that maybe it was a music institute that requested his attendance, but was put into complete and utter stun that it was a letter explaining that their child was in fact a wizard. After everything was explained, the family was estatic, except for Gran-gran. She of course wasn’t particularly happy about her grandson being a magical being.
Fid was ever excited, and even more enthralled when he found out that his other two companions on Cherry Wood St. were also magical. Sorted into Gryfindor along with Alice, and spending as much time as he can with Rain, he’s just estatic that he’s here, with his friends. And also to be able to blow up stuff! [past the reflection] Fig is just your average teenage boy when you just get a glance at him, but he can be much more than that once one gets to really know him. Possessing an unnatural amount of energy, Fig runs around constantly and it at times seems like he never runs out of fuel, whether it’s playing Quidditch or a muggle sport just for fun or talking at 100 mph, usually about something that has to do with him. You may wonder sometimes if he ever stops thinking, which is usually always out of the box and so unique that it might get him some strange looks.
Fig’s intelligent when it comes to imagination and the art of getting someone’s attention, but not so much when it comes to schoolwork, or anything else, otherwise. Seeming like a dumb idiot, he’d probably still be smiling that goofy grin that appears to be plastered upon his face at all times when the world is burning down in front of him; oblivious to what destruction is around him. He’s happy, positive, and hates being upset or sad in the least. At times, though, Fig could be a complainer, and maybe even sometimes considered a whiner, whenever something is not going his way. He believes that anything he says goes and everything he suggests, such as ideas or ways, is better than everyone else’s.
Being selfish is just something that every so often comes naturally to him, and one might even wonder if he ever thinks about other people. But he DOES care about people. He cares about everyone else. Especially people who are younger or close to him, or have caught his eye. He has plenty of passion to give, and he tries to divide his passion and care to everyone evenly, but sometimes he pays more frequent attention to others more than some. He’s mindless when doing this, sometimes even on auto-pilot, so deep, possessive relationships of all kinds would definitely be a NO for Fidelious Violino.
However, a scary trait that Fig has picked up on is anger; it may not look it, but Fig has a bad temper. He becomes frustrated and irritated too easily, and has a shallow patience level for people who enjoy going at a sluggish pace. And this is where his competitive nature pops in. Whether it’s a game or a little competition for a girl he fancies, Fig gives it all in to get what he wants, even it he breaks a few… well, a lot, of rules in the process. He just wants to get from point A to point B in the quickest way possible. But the aggressive nature he possesses comes out especially around a girl. Now, he’s not possessive, but nor is he carefree in a relationship. He admires loyalty and girls who can be themselves and are confident. Shy, hesitance, or easily distracted are not qualities that would be compatible with Fig.
He often gets thrown in detention or scorned in class for talking, note-passing, and sometimes the rare occasion (on a bad day) when he mouths off at a teacher. But then again, he has been known to be very humorous and quick-witted at his moments when he’s paying any attention at all, and could convince a teacher to let a detention or two slide for whipping out a funny line: but that’s only once in a year, if he’s lucky.
Even if he puts on a bravado that he's not afraid of anything or that he has too much self-confidence, Fig is actually really shy, and he blushes real easily. He falls in love with a girl very easily, but it's easy for him to fall out of it, unless he feels something[ special there. But even if there is something there, he hates to be ignored and wants to be appreciated every second of every day. And if he doesn't get it... well, it just fades away. He especially gets timid whenever someone wants him to play the guitar for them or sing. Even if he's been singing since he was 2 and has played the guitar for 4 years, Fig finds it difficult to believe that he's good and hates to disappoint people. He'll play the guitar occassionally in the common room, around Alice and Rain outside of the castle on the grounds, and singing is just in the shower so far. He listens to a lot of muggle rock music, because he's muggleborn and it's what he's grown up with, being a muggleborn. [ I am fond of ]Rain and Alice
Leigh Guidry
Bailey Thompson
Hanging out
Weekends
Anything bad for his health (candy, stupid stunts, etc.)
Meeting new people and making new friends
Girlsgirlsgirls.
Making himself known
When Leigh plays with his hair (it makes him blushhhh~ <3)
Sports and being active
Food (garbage disposal)
Playing the guitar and singing (but he's very shy about it) [ I am NOT fond of ]Rude, offensive people and comments
Anyone who hurts his friends (Alice, Rain, Leigh, Bailey)
Sitting still
Tests, homework, and anything that sounds like having to put in an effort
Being embarrassed or having his ego battered
Losing
Zaccheus Dane [ what's left ] My best friends are Alice and Rain, but I am also best friends with plenty of other people. I talk a little funny, with a bit of an accent, if you can tell. It hurts my feelings if anyone makes fun of it, but the girls think it is cute, so I suppose that is a plus. ;D [ updated July 24 ]
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 10:53 am
 [my mistress is] Faerlie[They call me] Zaidin || Matthew || Berkeley[but you can just call me] Z, Zai, Matt, Zatt, Zath. [but you can play in traffic if you call me] Zaidey. Matthew[people see me as] ...flamboyant, stupid, dumb, pot-head...etc. [i see me as] FIERCE. Like a Tiger. Rwar. [i am a] boy [and i like me] some girls and boys.[the sorting hat put me in] Ravenclaw[i was born] October 24 [and that makes me a] scorpio [i've been breathing for] 17 years.[fabulously magical for] 7 years[the makers] Alberta and James Berkeley [my bloodtpye is] half-and-half[my tools of the trade] 12.5 [inches long, made of] Oak [wood, with a core of] dragon heartstring.[my patronus] Leopard Cub[my beautiful pet is a]cat [named] Amarantha, or just Ama.[my sport is] none[this is what you see] Zaidin is...well...how can I put this? He's rather...extravagent. His idea of style? Well...let's just say...prom dresses aren't just for the ladies anymore. Zaidin enjoys wearing womens clothing. He really likes how they feel and fit, but he only wears them in secret. Once in a while, he may slip into some girl pants or girl shirts and walk around. Whatever.
Zaidin has a somewhat prominent chin, but it's fitting for his face which makes him absolutely loveable and adorable looking. He has hair that he dyes on many different occassions, it mostly turning into black. He's got the 'emotive hardcore' look down pat, but he's absolutely not emo. He just likes being adorable.
Zaidin is skinny. He's not super skinny, but he doesn't really have a tummy. He has brown eyes and some damn pale skin. He has full pouty lips and his brown eyes are giant puppy dog eyes just longing to be loved. He sometimes applies copious amounts of eyeliner, but only on the days he feels up to it, which isn't often. [the making of..,] How did Zaidin get here? Well...when a mom and a dad love each other very, very, much...They well...they start things, sometimes it's in a bedroom, sometimes it's in a car...it may even be in a public restroom. Zaidin was started in a bedroom. A very nice bedroom. It had a canopy bed, a chandelier...silky sheets...and a broken condom. Yes, Zaidin was a mistake. Like...'Herpes for the third time' mistake.
His mother, a witch, had a one night fling with muggle man, and things just kind of happened. The very nice bedroom? It was a room with a bed, but it did not belong to Alberta nor James. It belonged to some sort of club and they paid to use it. Two months after their run in, Alberta and James married at Saint Johnathan's Church, Alberta's maid of honor was a stripper and John's best man was a clown.
Six and a half months later, Zaidin came into this world. He cried like nobodies business, almost non-stop, for his first few days in existence, then finally settled down and mellowed out. He was pretty good about that. He only cried when he needed something and usually it was food. ...or a diaper change.
When Zaidin was six, he began to notice weird happenings, like rats were suddenly very attracted to him. They made him giggle because they tickled when they climbed on him. His mother had come into his room during one of these moments and threw a fit over how her beautiful home was infested with rats! She pushed them off of Zaidin and exterminated them rats. Oh yes she did.
When Zaidin turned eight, his father died. Yes, on his birthday. His mother was out doing some shopping to get ready for his party and he and his father were home alone sharing some father-son bonding time. His father was in the kitchen making the cake when he collapsed on the floor. Zaidin heard the sickening thump from the other room and came to investigate. He saw his father on the ground, pale and looking startled. He wondered why his daddy was sleeping with his eyes open so he tried to wake him up to tell him to shut his eyes. His mother returned home about half an hour later to see Zaidin in tears sitting on his fathers stomach with a box of band-aids. He was trying to fix his daddy's heart. sad
The summer before Zaidin turned eleven, his hogwarts letter came, (because he would turn eleven so early during the term...) his mother smiled. She herself had attended Hogwarts and been in Hufflepuff house, but she told him all her stories.
In Zaidin's second year, he met Masika and the two hit it off, becoming best friends, he had fallen in love with her, but around the time he was going to tell her, she went into her 'girls only' mode and he never got a chance. He still yearns for that girlie.[and the award for best personality goes too...] Zaidin! He's loveable, huggable absolutely adorable. It's generally hard to get him angry, he'll only get worked up about Masika being hurt, his cat getting picked on (Sort of like how Ron got on Hermione (XD) about her Crookshanks), and that kind of stuff.
He likes to laugh. He doesn't sweat the small stuff. He smokes, but uh, don't tell anyone. 'kay? It's not something he does all the time. He loves himself some men. He liikes girls too, but over the years, he's grown to like men a lot alot. He still wants Masika, but he still wants men too. He just can't decide.
He flirts. Not with just anyone though...only those ones he's really interested in, usually they turn him down and he goes on with life. Not a big deal, he'll find someone one day.[these things are good] Masika Het-Heru. Rain Larks. Cats. Cigarettes. Women's clothes. Art. Books.[these things are icky.] dogs. homework. baggy clothes.[other/misc.] He's a boy! :O And he may not show it..like ever, but he cares a lot for his close friends.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 4:57 pm
[!T'S OL!VER FREAK!NG WOOD]
pshh, yeah
likes/dislikes updated July 1st  [right behind me] Midnite_Skye [birth certificate] Oliver|| Ross || Wood [call me] Wood, Oliver [don't call me] Olive... make up something original if you're going to make fun of me [you see me as] head strong, a bit of a brute when the time comes, and a heart-throb [self-perception] driven, strong, but still a heart-throb ;D [last time i checked, i was a] guy [last time i checked someone out, it was a] girl [sorted] Gryffindor [i was born on] August 2nd [i'm a] leo [so, i'm] 14 [i've attended here for how many years?] 4 [my mum and dad are] Amanda and Gregory Wood [so, i'm of] pure blood [my wand] 10 2/3 [inches of] oak [wood, with a] dragon heartstring inside [dementor?] falcon[that's actually a kestrel, but you get the idea] [my nimbus is my best friend] keeper, making my way to captain  [visually] Overall, Oliver may seem tall and a bit burly, but handsome, no less. On the pitch his face stays fixed and determined. If the match takes a losing turn, he may look downright ugly. But when his team wins, the look of joy from his very first Quidditch game reappears, and stays throughout the whole day. You can see his cute, toothy smile when he's happy, and though he's never had Muggle or magical dental correction, it works for him.
Oliver's got a well toned and well practiced athletic build, just at the age of 14. When he stands, Oliver may seem taller than he really is at 5' 9''. But that is simply because he rarely slouches, and stands proud. Oliver's hair is a mix between dark brown and a bit of red. He likes to keep it cut short, as it gets in his eyes when it grows long and shaggy.
Oliver is rarely seen not wearing some sort of uniform. Whether it's for school or the team, he doesn't give much thought to his clothing. But on weekend and holidays, he keeps it casual. Oliver wears a lot of lightweight sweaters and longsleeve tees. If it gets a bit warm, he simply rolls up the sleeves, but he doesn't own any regular tees. As for pants, all of Oliver's jeans are worn and comfortable, just the way he likes them. His shoes are plenty comfortable as well, as he's been wearing the same pair of trainers for three years. His big feet haven't gotten much bigger since his first year. [biography] Amanda Jane MacLaren married Gregory Wood in 1975 and had their first son just a year later in August. The couple named him Oliver, and right away it was clear that he held all of the characteristics of a little lion. And at an early age, all he wanted to do was fly.
Oliver's parents, both magical, put him in Muggle schooling to learn basic skills for life, but they had no doubt about the fact that Oliver was headed toward Hogwarts. Unfortunately, their very distracted son had to be pulled out of school for failing grades. With only a bit of investigation, Amanda and Gregory realized that they needed to put Oliver on a broomstick.
The boy's first experience on that fine piece of wood crafted into a toy broom was nothing less than extraordinary. His father showed him what to do at first, and Oliver quickly caught on. In no time, the youngster could fly circles around his dad.
Oliver was taken to his first Quidditch match at the age of 6. During the whole game, the same expression of sheer joy kept popping up on his little face. And it didn't hurt at all that it was the Quidditch World Cup. For months afterwards, Oliver would fly around on his toy broom and narrate his imaginary matches. He managed to play Chasers, Beaters, the Keeper, and the Seeker for both teams. Oliver was addicted, to say the least.
 By the time he was 9, Oliver had twin baby brothers and no more formal schooling. So, when his mum was too busy to teach Oliver because of Hayden and Kenneth, he spent his time training. When his father came home from work, he tried his best to keep Oliver focused on anything but running around and flying. But it was no use unless Oliver had already gotten his exercise for the day.
Oliver began to attend Hogwarts in the fall of 1987. He was put on the reserve squad for the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first year, which excited and depressed him. He didn't understand why he wasn't good enough to be a first-picked player. But he was grateful and loyal to his team even so.
In his second year, Oliver made the team, and was so excited he barely waited to go and celebrate. If you will learn about Oliver, it's the fact that victory equals a party, and then more work. So he couldn't be more willing to start practices.
Oliver's third year rolled around and he discovered two things: difficult schoolwork and cute girls. The funny thing was, those girls started to notice him, too [apparently, chicks dig Quidditch players]. But he wouldn't be a player for much longer if his grades slipped; so Quidditch was the motivation for his grades.
Finally in his fourth year, Oliver is making sure that he's Captain next year. Charlie Weasley is going to graduate next year and leave the spot wide open. This year, Quidditch comes first. [personality] They didn't put him in Gryffindor just for his charming smile, ya know. He's the typical Leo guy, and the typical Quidditch obsessed Gryffindor male as well.
Oliver grew up in northern Scotland [now England, whatever], with a rich family history and a lot of trees. As a boy, he spent most of his time running around in the woods or up on his broomstick. So he's always been athletic by nature. As long as he's had a bit of time set aside to stretch, he can be driven to do whatever he wishes. But he's actually got to like what he's doing to be totally addicted.
After his fixed personality has gotten him a victory, Oliver enjoys having a bit of a party, just long enough to boast. But he's no major party animal for long periods of time.
Toward others, Oliver may seem a little stubborn or headstrong. He's one of those people who firmly believe in the whole "my way or the highway" theory. This trait may get others mad at him, but mst of the time, he could care less.
Around girls, Oliver likes to appear as if he's playing it cool. But truth be told, he hasn't had much experience with romance. He has predicted that his first girlfriend will be a friend, if he finds time for her. When the right time comes and he finally finds "the right one", she'll be something special and lucky to have a loyal guy like him. [likes] playing Quidditch, hearty meals, watching Quidditch, waking up early in the mornings, girls who are Quidditch fans, running, crowds cheering, girls who play Quidditch, the occasional party, hanging out and helping Mary Perison with Quidditch [dislikes] lazy bums, Slytherin fans, canceled matches, prissy girls, caring too much, getting caught off-guard, having to make apologies [by the way,] He's really actually serious when he says his broomstick is best friend... stuff like that sets him up for all sorts of dirty jokes. "take that, ya son of a banshee!"
[haha, wizard swears]
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 9:34 am
[[Call me Mac or Kenzie! (Please?)]]  The person that's behind all my actions: ashlovesdraco! Unfortunately my parents named me: Mackenzie || Gray || Alexanders So please call me: Mac or Kenzie Do NOT call me: Mackenzie You think that I'm: The All-American Sweetheart, Bubbly, Happy, Talkative, Annoying, A Good Quidditch Player, A Bit of an Airhead sometimes But I think I'm: Absolutely wonderful but all the things that people say are true, very true. I'm a: girl That enjoys being in the presence of: boys The hat put me in: Hufflepuff Please give me gifts on: November 23rd The stars say I'm a: Sagittarius I'm: 14 This many years magical: 4 The people that named me are: Kimberly and Louis Alexanders So I'm a: Muggleborn The magical stick thing is: 8 1/2 inches long, made of: beech wood, with a core of: essence of a female unicorn hair My helper in times of need (besides Melanie or Hollywood) is a: Snowy Owl I love my: Barn Owl I named her: Ms. Lyla dearest Do I play quidditch?: Surprisingly enough, yes. For some reason I have a knack for it. Left Beater. This is how I look on the outside: Take one look at Mac and you'll notice that she does posses the typical features of an All-American Girl. Yes, she does have big, bright, blue eyes and the blond hair to go with them. Her eyes are a shade of sky blue, like when the sun's outside and shining, and the sky's a bright blue; that's the color of her eyes. Surrounding her eyes are dark, long eye lashes. She does admit that she wears a little eyeliner and mascara to help her blue eyes look brighter and a bit more focused. Her eyebrows are a pale blond and thin. Her hair is blond, but it's not a dark blond or an incredibly light blond, so she just says that it's a medium blond. It's naturally curly, but not tight curls or anything, the curls in her hair are pretty soft, but still very much there. She has her hair cut in layers. When it's curly it sits about two or three inches below her shoulders. When she straighten her hair it's longer and looks really thick. Mas has side bangs, but you don't see them very often since she pushes them to the side a lot. They used to get in her eyes all the time, which really annoyed her so she's trying her best to grow them out. She even try tugging on them, just to see it they'd magically grow longer. So far Mac hasn't had any luck but sooner or later they'll be long enough to tuck behind her round ears.
Man's cheeks are round but not chubby. If she has enough time in the morning (She tends to run a little late every single day of her life) then she'll wear some blush. If you call her by her real name Mackenzie..ugh, or anything besides Mac, Kenzie, or Ms. Alexanders then her cheeks turn a bright red and her pink, full lips go into a pout. Okay, so Mac's bottom lip is a bit fuller then her top one, but it'd be weird if they were both the same size, right? She always wear cherry chap stick or a clear lip gloss on her lips. Her lips are almost always set in a pleasant smile. When her lips pull back in a toothy smile then you'll be able to see Mac's white teeth. Though her teeth do appear a little big if you look closely enough you'll see that her two front teeth are slightly bigger then they should be. She's never bothered with a shrinking charm, she feels that those teeth have character. A slightly square chin complete her heart shaped face.
 Mac's shoulders are a little bit broader than most girls but that's okay with her. Since she plays a lot of sports she has a toned body with visible muscles in her arms and legs. Mac's not extremely skinny, but she's not fat either. She weighs the average amount for a girl her height and age. She stand pretty small at 5 foot 4, most people tend to tower over her. She wears a six five in shoes. Her hands are a little big for someone of her height and her fingers are pretty long. Mac doesn't like growing her fingernails out (they get in the way if they're too long) so she keeps them neatly cut. She always wears a clear nail polish unless there's a hufflepuff quidditch game that day, then she wears yellow and black nail polish to show off her house pride. They stand out when she holds her brown beaters bat. Her chest size isn't very big but she's definitely not flat chested. Mac's body isn't curvy, just..athletic.
Mac's wardrobe consists of anything that's remotely preppy. Polos, sweaters, camis, collared shirts, tank tops, henleys, t-shirts, scarves, skirts, jeans, mini-skirts, shorts, short-shorts, flats, heels, tennis shoes, hair ribbons, dresses, head-bands, cropped cardigans of every color of the rainbow fill her trunk and closet at home. Mac's actually quite handy with a needle and thread, so most of the clothes that she wears she made myself. She doesn't like too many of the clothes here in England so she uses American muggle fashion magazines for her clothes inspiration. But if you ask her where wear she got her clothes at she'll fib, without looking at you and say that she got them from some American apparel store in America. She wears what she likes but she tries to stick close to the American trends. She likes to wear accessories a lot, mainly earrings though. She wears everything from little fruits, to animals, to elegant and long earrings. Mac changes her jewelry to match her mood so you might see several jewelry changes throughout the day. All about my life (well almost): Mac was born into a muggle family on November 23rd around lunch time on a bright and sunny day. She was born she had her mother's hair: wavy and blond, and her father's eyes: big and blue. Kimberly and Louis Alexanders named her Mackenzie and didn't see that she disliked the name Mackenzie with quite a passion. She was sent to school like any other muggle child with an older brother who was ahead of her by two years. (Which she was constantly reminded of while growing up) After Mac had finished the second grade her dad got a job in England, so it was time for them to move from their cozy house in San Francisco, California to the foggy and rainy place of England.
Not being able to find a decent house at the time that they had moved, Mac's parents finally settled for a three-bedroom house in a small, not well-known neighborhood. Going back to school was very difficult for Mac, because she was made of fun of by her fellow students. All because of her American accent, which was odd and out of place among all of the British and Scottish students. She would go into her room and lock the door, not letting anyone in. At one point, once she was tired of the crying and teasing, she talked to her parents about her problem. Like normal parents they told her not to worry that she was different, being American made her stand out from the rest and special. This was what they told her, after thinking about it, Mac was pleased. Why should be like everyone else? She should be glad that she's different, glad that she's American, and glad that she can "represent" her country around her peers and teachers. She was so pleased with this new look on things, she began her constant smiling which has stuck with her from that day on.
Mac for a younger child was quite involved in the sports at her muggle school. She took quite a liking to soccer, softball, basketball, anything that would keep her running and busy, busy, busy. Her older brother would help her with soccer and basketball but couldn't help her out with softball because he never really had a liking for baseball. So Mac was on her own with that sport. Her older brother was helping her with a few soccer tricks when her mom called them in for lunch. Both sweating from the heat, they gladly agreed to stop for lunch. While they were eating an owl had landed on their dining table! And it was holding a letter addressed to Mac! After her mom and dad calmed down about the owl on their table she opened the letter, not knowing what to expect. (After all, they had put Mackenzie instead of Mac, how dare they?!) After the letter was read her parents were absolutely delighted to have a magical being in the family. She quite expected her brother to sulk, but he congratulated her. What she didn't know was that he was secretly jealous.
Her first year at Hogwarts was tough but a lot of fun, and she had made a really good friend there on her first day! Her name was Melanie Parks. Ever since their second year, the girls rated and scouted boys together, and it's now one of their favorite pastimes. At first, Mac couldn't believe how many varieties there were of boys! And she like that aspect of Hogwarts. A lot. She flirts with just about anybody she thinks is cute and has done a little "research" on so, she won't have any shame if they turn her down.
She went to her first Quidditch match that year and was amazed. She knew that was what she wanted to do next year. She even decided that it was a lot cooler than the muggle sports she was so used to. When she went home that summer she begged her parents to buy her broom which they did and she practiced out far away, out of sight of the muggles. She soon noticed that being a beater was a lot like being a soft-ball player so she decided that was her choice of position. She hoped that if she made the quidditch team then she'd be able to use it as the sport to get her anger out. When she tried out the next year she was quite surprised that she made the team. She knew good, but she never thought that she'd make the team! Emotions of happiness and relief overfilled her. Now going into her fourth year Mac hopes to improve in her school work and beat out all the rest in quidditch with her mad skills!  This is how I look on the inside (personality): Mackenzie is quite easy to please and has an easy going personality. She's normally seen with a pleasant smile set upon her face and a generally interested look in her big blue eyes. She always finds something to be happy about; whether it's a sunny day out, she finally managed to get a good homework grade in that class she was having some trouble in, or a soccer game with a friend to look forward to. When Mac is in her normal happy mood, it's quite hard to get her out of that mood. She's quite oblivious to the rest of the world when she's extremely happy. Of course she'll still pay attention to you, but on the inside she'll be bubbling with happiness.
Mac enjoys being around and interacting with others. She is very, very, very talkative and often gets in trouble with teachers by talking in their class instead of doing the assigned work. She almost always has something to say and she often cuts people off because she can't seem to hold in the words any longer. Though she does like to hear what other people have to say, she thinks that her say on things are the most important. Mac is louder than most when she's talking because she wants to be heard. Even if you're just having a casual conversation with her, Mac will always over rule you in volume. She talks so much that she doesn't notice when things happen around her and ends up being the last one talking when everyone else is silent. She'll wonder why everyone is no longer talking and look around with a confused look in her eyes. It is then when she begins asking the people around her, "Why is everyone so quiet? Did I miss something?" in her regularly loud voice. If she isn't able to talk in class or because somebody is giving a speech in the great hall, she'll whisper, mouth words for her friends and others to lip read, or pass notes. Mac is so talkative and unfortunately for her dorm-mates, she always talks in her sleep. And it's not mumbling either, she talks in a full volume in her sleep.
Mackenzie is generally nice to her fellow students, though she tends to babble on and on, she thinks before she talks and keeps the best interest in mind. She would feel guilty if she wasn't kind to a student that was once kind to her. Along with being nice just in general, Mac is extremely loyal to her friends. If her friends is in trouble or needs some back up for something, Mac will be there in a flash. She finds that being loyal to her friends is extremely important. so of course, she also thinks that friends should spend lots of time together, doing things that both parties will be able to enjoy. Of course she might drag a non-athletic friend to play a little game of soccer with her, but she'll understand if you want to sit out after a few minutes of playing, she'll get that soccer (or whatever you guys are doing) isn't exactly your thing. If a friend of Mac's volunteers that they try something new, like a new game or food, then Mac will be early to jump on the bandwagon. She enjoys trying new things, she feels that life's too short to be doing the same things over and over again.
Since Mac is American and is brought up in the middle class American house hold she has a hard time understanding some of the sayings and slang the students use at Hogwarts. She also has a hard time understanding some of the thick accents that some of the students speak with. Mac often has to ask the students kindly to repeat themselves, but when they do she still doesn't understand exactly what they're trying to say. She'll often stand there looking at them with a confused look on her face while she's scratching her head in confusion. With slang and saying pushed aside Mac is still a bit of an air head. No, she's not your typical "dumb blond," but she does become confused easily. She tends to have a hard time understanding people that she's not extremely close to. She normally isn't all too tuned into people she doesn't know or show an interest in so she has a hard time understanding why exactly they act and say the things they do. Once Mac becomes a close friend of yours she won't be so easily confused by you, but until then you are pretty much a confusing mystery to Mac.
When she's alone Mac is surprisingly quiet and observant. Some might be surprised how quiet Mac can be when she is alone. Though both her parents are muggles they keep a family owl at home, his name is Chester. Mac's parents have her subscribed to just about every teenage muggle fashion magazine. When she's alone Mac likes to read these magazines and gets really into them. She likes to be up to date on the muggle fashions so she pays close attention to what the stars and models are wearing. These magazines are the only reading she really pays attention to. Often after she's done reading them she'll be inspired to design a new outfit or two so she'll whip out her light blue sketchbook and start drawing the outfit that's pictured in her head. Though you might see her drawing in the commonroom or out in the grass if it's nice out, she'll never offer to show you her drawings. She keeps the light blue sketchbook with her at all time and she's the only one that's ever gotten a real good look at anything that's inside. She doesn't like to share this sketchbook with anyone because it would give away her wardrobe secret and she often uses it as a diary for writing down personal thoughts. If anyone catches her writing down some of her personal thoughts and they're close enough to get a good look at her big and elegant handwriting then she'll slam her light blue sketchbook shut and try to come up with a topic starter, which isn't hard for her to do.
If she thinks you're cute then Mac will flirt, but she won't come on as strong as some of the other girls tend to, and will probably wait until you make the first move. In fact, most guys don't know that she's flirting with them because she's too subtle and has no clue what to say around them. But it's easy for a guy to tell if Mac fancies them. She'll get nervous and tend to babble more than usual, on subjects that are chosen out of thin air, and if she can manage to stop babbling she'll blush a bright red and quickly make up an extremely lame excuse before taking off in a brisk walk. Mac is most likely to fall for a friend, someone she is close to and understands. She feels that a relationship won't be any good if you don't know too much about the person. If she really likes a guy, but doesn't know much about him then she'll try to find out a few things about him first, but since she generally falls for the people she knows best, falling for a guy she just thinks is cute is highly unlikely. She'll probably just find him very pleasant to look at and nothing more. But since Mac highly values her friendships she won't let the boy she fancies know that she likes them more than a friend. She will probably end up waiting around until the boy she likes shows her in some way that he does indeed like her back. She'd hate to ruin a friendship by making things weird and awkward so she doesn't tend to make the first move.
 Not too many things get Mac ticking, but there are a few things that get to her. She gets mad when anybody steps over her opinions or cuts her off when she's talking. She knows that she often cuts other people off, but she absolutely hates it when somebody does it to her. She's very proud being one of the few Americans at Hogwarts so she gets very defensive and uptight when other students talk bad about Americans or the country she was born in. She's now very used to people finding her accent funny, so making fun of her accent doesn't get to her anymore. At least, not the way it used to. If anybody makes fun of her accent she'll just ignore their jabs and fume a bit on the inside. She tries her best to keep all of her anger inside until she can get her slightly big hands on her beater's bat. When Mac first came to Hogwarts she has the tendenct to blow up quite a bit in her fellow students' faces. This happened a few times in her first year because a few people thought it was odd that she was an American going to a magical school. Now she tries not to blow up, but sometimes it's too hard. When Mac's angry she's even louder than usual and her face turns a bright, angry red color. Her hands ball up into extremely tight fists since she doesn't want to get into trouble for physically hurting the other person. But sometimes her anger gets the best of her and she throws a few punches in their face, and of course, a teacher normally walks by. If the punches are so hard that they end up sending the victim to the hospital wing then Mac will stay by their side with flowers. It doesn't matter if that person deserved it, she'll just feel so, so guilty.
Since Mac tends to talk, whisper, mouth and read lips, and pass notes during all of her classes, she has a hard time with most of her homework. And it probably doesn't help that Mac saves her homework as the last thing to do everyday. She finds homework frustrating and boring, so she likes to put it off until the very last minute. She doesn't spend a whole lot of time on her homework because she gets frustrated with it so easily and goes to bed earlier than most of the other students. Mac tries her hardest to do her best work, but since she hardly ever has any idea what she's suppossed to be doing, she gets frustrated and doesn't want to continue doing something that she isn't any good at. She often has to ask people for help or their notes, since she doesn't bother writing anything down during her classes. As much as she'd like to, she would never ask anybosy to do her homework or copy their answers. She finds it very wrong and knows that she and the other person are very likely to become caught, no matter how discreetly the exchange is. She could probably be a much better student if she'd just pay attention in class, but since class isn't a soccer game, the teacher looses Mac's attention within the first twenty minutes.
Just like any other girl it's not too wise to tell Mac a deep, dark secret. Though she's loyal to her friends, Mac tends to get too excited and just has to tell someone about it. She doesn't mean to gossip and give away your secret but it just happens since she has such a big mouth. When she does spill a secret that wasn't meant to be repeated, Mac's eyes will go wide and she'll quickly cover her mouth. With doing that the person she told obviously knows that she just spilled something good so they might try to push her for some more news, but she won't say anything else. She'll shake her head and beg the person not to tell anybody, but eventually the person she told tells other people and the news sometimes spreads around the hufflepuff commonroom or maybe even the school. She'll apologize later, but she won't excatly see what the big deal is. She'll try to turn the situation around by blaming the person who told her, they should have known with a mouth like hers that their little secret would have gotten out sooner or later!
Mac is almost always running late. She didn't show up to a class on time until her second year at Hogwarts. She goes to bed much earlier than everyone else in hopes of getting up early, and rise when her alarm goes off but this never seems to be the case with Mac. She always sleeps through her alarm and wakes up late. And then, she can never find something that she needs, such at her tie, homework, or right shoe. When she's finally all ready for class or a day of fun and hanging out with friends she's running to try to make it on time. She just barely makes it to her classes on time by running at full speed and ignoring other teachers and adults that ask her to stop running, after all, they are quite used to her running late, and as long as she's on time to her correct class, it's all right, right? When Mac is having a day out with friends she is always late, no question. Though her friends have probably gotten used to her lateness she always says, "Sorry that I'm late! It's just that I didn't realize the time so I was running late and when I say I was running late, I mean I was literally running to get here." It's a rare event when she shows up on time and an extremely rare event when she shows up early.
Mac is very athletic and plays just about every muggle sport out there and she's quite skilled at all of them. Her favorites though are soccer (football), softball, and American football. Soccer though is basically her life, once you get her started on soccer it's very hard to get her to stop. She would love to skip school all togehter just to play in some soccer league, but she knows that it's not possible since she's so young. She owns about fifty soccer balls but only brings three to school with her. In her free time or after classes you'll often see Mac and her friend Clarisse out on the grounds kicking a soccer ball around. If Mac sees anybody kicing a soccer ball around the grounds, she won't hesitate to playfully steal it from them and try to start a little fun. She's quick on her feet and enjoys staying in shape. She's willing to learn any new sport that comes around and is quick to catch on the rules. Though she's good at every position besides goalie, she likes to play in the forward position.
Ever since her first year at Hogwarts Mac has been fascinated by the magical and violent game of quidditch. She tried out for the beater position in her second year (after a long summer of practicing out of sight from all the muggles, including her parents and older brother) and made the team. She soon found quidditch to be more fun then most of the muggle sports she used to prefer. Mac lets out all of the anger she's bottled in during quidditch practice and games. It always satisfies her quite a bit to hit that bludger nice and hard. If she's not playing soccer or just acting dumb with her friends then Mac likes to get some extra quidditch practice in. She doesn't have a pre game ritual but she enjoys watching her close friend ary do hers, sometimes just for kicks she likes to join Mary.
 There are a few quirks and things that make her unique. Even though Mac is very athletic and plays just about every sport, she hates wearing the assigned sports uniforms. She just really dislikes wearing them and as soon as the game is done she prefers to change back in her casual muggle attire. Mac has a crazy obsession with musicals. Sometimes to make her friends laugh she likes to reinact a musical number, dancing and all. Mac's handwriting is big, elegant, and loopy. She can write with both hands but prefers to write with her left hand. Mac has a secret dream of being a model, like the ones that she sees in the miggle fashion magazines that she reads. She'll do just about anything for wizarding money since she has no other way of earning it. Though her favorite color is blue Mac absolutely despises blueberries, just the smell of them can make her sick. Mac has a full duffel bag filled with just makeup, it's basically the only thing she spends her money on besides sporting equipment. Though she prefers to write with her left hand she always uses her right hand when she's swinging her beater's bat.
Mac is secretly very good at healing injuries. Since her close friend Hollywood sometimes gets in meaningless fist fights she learned ways to help heal him so it'd save him a trip from going to the hospital wing and getting chastised for bad behavior. Under her bed she has a small first aid kit, but it's hidden under all kinds of athletic clothes so nobody but her knows where it's at. She isn't very good at healing spells, but she's very good at healing people the muggle way. She even has band aids that have muggle super heroes on them, she likes to have her choices whenever she gets hurt from quidditch or whatever sport she was playing. She's willing to help heal anybody as long as they can wait a few days for the cut or injury to heal.
Mac fears that no matter how hard she tries in all the sports she plays that there will always be someone so much better than her. And she knows that it's true, so she fears this anytime she ever tries out for a team. She likes to pretend she's the best at everything she does but deep down she knows that somewhere out in the world there is somebody that is so, so, so much better than her. Mac also has a huge fear of tests and exams, since she has such a hard time with her homework and classwork. Before a big test of exams Mac is incredibely jumpy and shaky and she likes to be alone, since she doesn't like anyone to see her when she's like this. She talks to herself before an exam or test and whispers to herself very quietly while she's taking an exam or test.
Generally a very happy person, Mac can sometimes give you the unexpected. She's kind of like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. I really like: Boys ll Melanie as a best friend ll Ms. Lyla dearest ll sunny days ll meal-times ll quidditch ll smiles ll sunflowers ll the big, blue sky ll bubble gum ll her quidditch broomstick and beaters bat ll going to bed early ll sleepovers ll musical music I really don't like: Rainy days ll dogs ll rats ll clowns ll the dark ll skulls ll the cold ll teasing ll people yelling at her ll ll heavy metal music Anything else?: Mac can tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue! Also she could probably beat you in just about any sport, she's very athletic and likes to stay that way.Updated August 19th
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:02 pm
"I just don't like you."
Updated August 27, 2008 Because every school needs at least one.  [ master of ceremonies ] ice and ivory / windlily [ my parents named me ] Zaccheus || Alucard || Dane [ people who know me well enough to actually give me a nickname call me ] The Enigma, Zacch [ those other unimportant people call me ] That Guy, Dane [ you probably think of me as ] Arrogant, sarcastic, blunt, cynical, brooding, anti-social, and a compulsive liar [ but I know I'm just ] Intelligent, bored, and looking for entertainment [ Zacch equals ] A boy's name. Sorry to disappoint. Well, not really. [ I look at ] Both boys and girls. Though I've yet to touch either. Or perhaps it's just that they're afraid to touch me. [ I lurk in the halls of ] Slytherin [ my misery began ] September 4 [ making me a ] Virgo [ of ] Thirteen years [ I've finally made it to ] Third year [ my family consists of ] Niniva and Alphonse Dane. I was a difficult kid and frightened them out of any troublesome thoughts of a little brother or sister. [ my plasma is classified as ] Technically, pureblood. Why technically? That's for me to know and for you to forget if you value your life. [ my wand is ] 10 [ inches long, made of ] Manna Ash [ wood, with a core of ] Three strands of hair from a thestral's mane. [ which makes it ] Tempermental at times, though easy enough to work with after some practice. Excellent for darker, less well-known spells. [ just before my sight turns black ] Out charges a black panther at my command. [ I talk to my ] White, gray, and black speckled eagle owl [ named ] Ash [ in quidditch ] I'm not on the team, but if they need a substitute for chaser or keeper, I'm usually bored enough to offer my services. [ you look at me and see ] The hair, first off. I've noticed that about you people. It's black and choppy, fairly long for a boy's hair style as seems to be the growing trend, and it often covers most of my left eye. I think it adds to the mystery people say they sense around me, and though I'd never admit it to anyone, I'm rather fond of that image. The ability to make people doubt me just by standing there is one I relish; it's a sort of intensity I have, I guess. And it's only highlighted by my eyes. The thing people always seem to comment on are my eyes. They're dark blue, enough so that they look black in dim lighting. And the rare color only seems to increase that aura about me. I've heard them described as bright, piercing, and deep, each by different people, but really, they're just blue. That's all there is to them. I don't need anyone trying to analyze me based on my eyes, thank you very much. That's why I tend to wear a pair of wire-rimmed glasses even though my eyesight isn't all that bad.
I'm not the type who's noticable in a crowd, but individually, I think I'm eye-catching enough. I don't tan. I really don't; after thirteen years, I think I'd know. So while I'm no white sheet, I'm not exactly your average rosy peach either. I'm pretty skinny, but considering how things have worked out, I'm much healthier than I would have expected. At least I eat when I'm hungry. Though I've only just begun my teenage growth spurts, I'm already a bit lanky, tall for a third year but not so much that I look older than I am. I think the fact that I am so slender helps a little in that respect. No muscle tone whatsoever. In layman's terms, I could never, ever be a beater, but I have the reflexes and dexterity of a cat. I think that about makes up for it. All in all, I basically look like your average ill-mannered and ill-moraled teenager. [ all my problems began when ] My mother saw fit to run off and fall in love with a vampire. Things only got worse from there. Apparently, while werewolves don't pass their tainted genes to their offspring, vampires do. Mother and Father did not know this when they decided to conceive me, and if they had, I doubt I would have ever been born. Instead of turning out a normal wizard or even a normal vampire, I was stuck with the worst of both worlds. Remember when I said I was a difficult kid? That was an understatement. I don't remember much from back then, but according to my parents and several famous specialists that I still see every once in a while, I inhereted the inexhaustible blood lust of a vampire without the necessity of drinking blood to survive. So I amused myself by hunting small animals on our land, slaughtering them mercilessly, and proceeding to suck their blood. There's nothing else in this world quite like the taste of warm blood. I have yet to taste anything that matches its ethereal ecstasy.
My parents feared my wild nature. I liked it that way. But they weren't about to let their prestige as members of equally infamous pureblooded lineages go down the drain because of something so small as their son. They needed an heir, and I was the only one there, seeing as Mother's family disowned her when she married Father. Not that my parents cared about that; Father's family had more than enough currency for the both of them. They did everything they possibly could to pretend everything was perfectly fine while they desperately searched for some sort of treatment for my "condition." I really didn't care. All it meant to me was that we almost never had any guests over at the manor, and when we did I was shipped off to our vacation home in England. It wasn't as if I wanted to meet any of my parents' boring business associates anyway.
Everything changed when I turned eleven and received my summons. With my lack in general human decencies, let alone wizarding ones, Mother and Father were quite shocked that I would be asked to attend a school at all. But despite their opinions, the Headmaster of Hogwarts had other plans for me. Just another idiot trying to order me around. Mother and Father would have declined the invitation and stalled for another year had not an interesting proposal been made to them by the Headmaster himself. Albus Dumbledore offered to perform a complex banishing spell combined with the still controversial magical properties of an ivory vampire fang. Father accepted without a second thought as to possible repercussions, and the spell was cast. As long as I wear my father's fang, which I do on a leather neckless beneath my uniform, I am a normal wizard. Apparently, Headmaster Dumbledore had done this sort of thing before, the senile, old has-been.
Thus I was accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where I've been positively miserable for two years. I'd rather not get into any of that. Simply put, I hated everything, everyone, and was quite content imagining them all exploding in gruesome, gory, and rather painful ways. I still find it relaxing every once in a while. Needless to say, when my parents were informed of my habits through an unnamed professor, they did not approve. Over the last two summers I underwent an extensive amount of therapy, and Father began introducing me to his fellow business associates in the Ministry's Department of Secrets. These things essentially canceled themselves out. This year I'm supposed to be more open and try to make friends. I have a feeling that that's not going to happen. Unless, by chance, something interesting were to finally happen.... [ the me beneath the mask ] You probably think of me as nothing more than the "anti-social" one. I do not work well with others, but it's not my fault that you people are impossible to work with. I have a system anyway. All of you are merely tools to an end, and my only interest in you is for your potential to be used for my own personal gain. However, an interest is an interest, so how about you entertain me for a couple of minutes, huh? If I'm talking to you at all, chances are I think you might be worthwhile and deserve to be mentally dissected, an ally to be trusted with certain secrets. Though not the big ones, of course. And vice-versa, if I don't think you're worth your dead weight, I won't bother with you, no matter which house you hail from or how much authority you hold.
In truth, I'm against a fair amount of the more radical pureblood superiority ideals, and I don't hold anything against mixed or even muggle born wizards. After all, you're nothing but more potential tools to be manipulated, just like everyone else. Remember all that crap about snowflakes and individuality? I don't. You people are too boring to be anything special, though occasionally you do surprise me. But I want to make it clear that even if I don't think mudbloods are anything horrible, I'm not about to stand up for all of you either. I'm quite content watching my fellow Slytherins have their fun at your expense. And I'm not above throwing one or two barbs myself when I'm in the right mood.
I don't get mad all that often, it's too much effort, but when I do break, you can bet your wand you won't want to be on the receiving end. So don't interfere with my business, and don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. And then maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to get along.
Unfortunately, while I don't get mad often, it's becoming increasingly obvious that there are certain people at this school who are catching on to what it is exactly that makes me mad. Including, but not limited to, two Gryffindors acting like veritable lunatics, poking fun at me in the most ridiculous of ways, and touching my stuff. No one touches my stuff. It's mine.
And now it seems I've stumbled upon another not-so-wonderful topic. My mother has scolded me on more than one occassion because she has deigned that I am "over-possessive." I don't know why she'd bring up something so stupid and obvious as if I'd actually listen to her. I've never had anyone to share with before in my life; why the hell would I suddenly start now? This quality, however, applies to more than just the chocolate frogs I stuff into my bags or stolen class notes. People are really just more things for me to mess around with anyway. So why would you possibly think I'd share them either? The people I'm willing to talk to are few and far between, but if you intend to take them away from me, prepare to get on my bad side.
Believe me, you don't want that. My bad side has fangs.
The professors know this, as annoying as it is. If a professor is nearby, there is less of a chance that I will explode at anyone, but only less of a chance. I really don't care what they think, any more than I care about what everyone else thinks. I also have a bad habit of not waking up in the morning. I am not a morning person. Thus, I am not a morning class person. It is for this reason that I've become rather well known for often landing myself in detention. Other than my usual discontent and apathy, though, I have been able to obtain decent grades in all of my classes. Professor Flitwick doesn't like me and I don't like him, but we both acknowledge that Charms is my best class, followed by DADA and Potions. History of Magic and Ancient Runes are decidedly more difficult, mostly because they're a great deal more boring. I have to work to keep a passing grade in both classes; well, as much "work" as I'm willing to do anyway.
One professor in particular is the bane of my existence. Technically, he isn't a professor, and, really, I have to thank the heavens for that. Albus Dumbledore is the reason I'm stuck here now. This wouldn't be quite as bad if it weren't for the fact that he knows all about what I really am. As much as I enjoy the intrigue of scaring the entire Hogwarts populace by revealing that I wouldn't think twice about slitting their throats to get at their insides (okay, so maybe I would think twice, but that's about it), something about it, I really, really don't like it. I don't want anyone else to know; I don't want anyone else to be able to hold it over my head and drag me around by a leash; and I just don't want them to see me like that. Me, care about what they think? No. I just... Oh, forget it. This is stupid. [ tolerable ]+Practicing charms (I'm better than Violino.)
+Fantasy and horror novels (Beats real life.)
+Edgar Allen Poe (Defines the horror genre.)
+Blood (The best taste in existance.)
+Sweets (Closest I can get with Dumbledore breathing down my neck.)
+Complaining (Keeps me occupied.)
+Keeping secrets (Keeps you occupied.)
+Conversations with Castrus (Actually interesting.)
+Weird girls who bump into tables at Flourish and Blotts (Almost funny.)
+Johanna Mattson (I will not lose.) [ intolerable ] +People who ask a lot of questions (Silencio.)
+Pastel colors (Nauseating.)
+Getting up early (Alarm clocks are from hell.)
+My parents (They define annoying.)
+Albus Dumbledore (Pompous, senile, old geezer.)
+Authority in general (They're all pompous, senile, and old.)
+Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws (Not all, but enough to generalize.)
+Fidelious Violino (I cannot lose.) [ and the rest ] The only ones who know of my condition as of yet are Albus Dumbledore and Castrus Sacre. So don't expect to hear about it from me.
And for future reference, I hate animals. I have an eagle owl who isn't entirely annoying; she eats mice, rats, and pygmy owls. Every other animal in existence is probably better off not existing. They tend to bite my fingers. It hurts. [ a lot more than ten sentences on why I should be allowed to be half-vampire ] I didn't choose to be one. My mother was just ... how shall I say it ... eccentric when she was younger. She wasn't really interested in my father at all until she learned through her own father that he was a vampire. Of course, he wasn't originally a vampire; he was turned when he was nineteen, meaning that he was able to perform magic along with his newly obtained vampiric-abilities. This got him his job as a spy of sorts for the Ministry of Magic's Department of Secrets. She admired him and would do anything to thwart her parents; perhaps that's where I get it from. Anyway, my point is, I didn't choose this, dammit. And it sucks.
Without my father's fang, I am essentially a monster who has an insatiable blood lust but doesn't need blood in order to survive. Do you see how aggravating that would be? Let me make it simple: I have all of the desire of a vampire but with no excuse. However, when I do wear his fang, I'm just like everybody else. Well, close enough anyway.
My condition has pretty much shaped my entire life; if I was normal, I would likely be a very different person. I didn't know anything about people until I entered Hogwarts because my parents had to keep me away from everyone. It's not as if I would listen to them if they told me to behave. Needless to say, my first day was quite the shock. I really, really don't like people, and it's taking a very long time for me to get over that. Not to mention the fact that because of this stupid fang necklace, the Headmaster has a power over me that I can feel pressuring me on a daily basis. It's maddening. Because no matter what, he is the only person that I absolutely have to obey. He's the only one with leverage.
I'm certain it could make for some possible drama in the future and is excellent for subplots should the need arise. It is the burden that seperates me from all of you boring people. Wouldn't it be more interesting for us all if you tried to break through that barrier? It just wouldn't be a challenge any other way.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 8:42 am
[[ as of May 4th, Castrus Sacre is a NPC ]] [I hardly notice her] HellaraDhis [Rember this name, or it will cost you] Castrus || Octavius || Sacre [If that's too hard though, call me] Prince [Don't you dare call me] anything other then Prince or Castrus [Not like it matters, but other people think I'm] arrogant, yet addictive [And I know that I'm] Just the best [I happen to be] male [and I enjoy teasing] Girls [I've been placed in] Slytherin [I was born on] First day of November [Which means I'm] a Scorpio [Who happens to be] 16 [I've been at Hogwarts] 6 years [My liniage follows] Octavius Sacre and Lexandra Crouch [So that makes me] A Pureblood [My wand is] 12 [inches long, made of] Dark Cherry [wood, and the core contains] a vampire fang [I can summon a] A large male lion Patronus [I was given] a snake [Named] Ebony, but I keep her at home [In the Quiddiotch Pitch] I fly as Left Chaser [When I look in a mirrior] I see that I posess dark brown hair that, in most light, looks black. My eyes are also perceived to be very dark, almost "souless" in their dark shade, but I have to dissagree. I posess as much a soul as the next man, mine just happens to be a bit less bright and happy then most. My eyes are, howeverm classified as being "dark brown" as I doubt anyone can have black irises, unless they magically change them, which I have not.
My skin is a nice supple tan, in no way can I be called fair, in either looks, or attitude, but I am often described as tall dark and handsome, though I know some beg to differ. Not everyone knows beauty when they see it after all. But along with being dark and handsome, to those who are willing to agree, I am tall. I stand at a nice 6' even. I have nice proportions, my hands being not too large, and my feet not needing me to special order my shoes. My shoulders are broad, but in no way are they awkward. And I like to think that my face in a cross between my mothers heart shaped face, and my fathers Oval shaped face. [We Sacre's] are not just another Pure blood family, because there are not that many left who are not all related to one another. We Sacre's are a pureblood family that originated in France around the time of the first Crusade. The first Sacre Wizard was one, Alexandre Gerald Sacre. While he may not be in the history books for anything, he was quite a well known Pureblood of his time. His original name is unknown, all that is known is that during the Crusades, he had to change his name to keep from having to go to war for a God he did not believe in. So, he is from Pureblood birth, his pureblood name is just unknown, as it was lost to the archives long ago.
The next notible Sacre was Octavius Sacre. He married one Lexandra Crouch. Keep in mind she is not in any way closely related to Barty Crouch, or his ilk, instead she is related to one Caspar Crouch who married Charis Black. She is his neice, and is not blood related to the Blacks either. From the pairing of Octavius and Lexandra, my brother, sister and my self are thrown ino the mix. I was the eldest child, folowed by Leander who is two years behind me, and then my sister Malandra, who iss six years behind me. [Yes they would be in Hogwarts, but I will not make profiles for them, but I may NPC them if the need arises.]
I was the eldest, and I happen to be the one that will inherit the Sacre Estate, and most of our families good fortune. [Which has been in the family since one of our much earlier relatives, who was the grandson of Alexandre Sacre, was rumoured to have made a fortune in illegal exports of dangerous magical animals from africa to be used in illegal trades of fur and other items.]
Many would think that both my parents were Slytherins when infact, my mother was a Ravenclaw. Lexandre was smart and very bright, and Octavius was charming and suave. When they first met in Hogwarts, Octavius was a seventh year, and Lexandre was a third year. Even then she was lovely, but most guys felt too embarassed to admit they had the hots for a third year. Not to mentio she was a bit of a shrew. she disliked most everyone and liked to read alone, or be close to her few friends who were Ravenclaws who could challenege her wit. However, Octavius was so forceful, he went as far as to ask Lexnadre's father for permission to marry Lexandre once she turned seventeen. Of course Farlis Crouch, Lexandra's father, agreed, and Lexandra was forced to cope with the fact she had her husband picked out already. However, even after Octavius graduated, he returned to visit Lexandra on the holidays and sent her flowers every month. After spending three summers together at Octavius's fathers estate, Lexandra realized she was not just some girl he happened to fancy that month, that he was truely in love with her, and hadn't care if she hated him for it. He "just wanted to be with her always."
Castrus and his siblings often found this story cheesey, and mocked their father for being such a sappy romantic. However, in Castrus's fourth year, he seemed to get over the "girls have cooties" phase, and became a shameless flirt. In fact, regardless of house of bloodline, he flirted with all the girls. However, after dating quite a few i the period until his fifth year, he realized that he did not feel sexually attracted to females. Yes, they were fun to make squeal and blush, but the kind of person he wanted to really get is hands all over, was the male kind. Infact, in the middle of his sixth year, he took in a fourth year in is house, and made the boy his secret behind closed doors, lover. The affair lasted until the boy "cheated" on Castrus with a girl. Of course Castrus left the boy after that, and has been from Slytherin male to Slytherin male with no real commitment since. [People tell me I'm] arrogant and self centered. I suppose it;s true, but how can I help myself? I am quite sure I am the best thing since sliced bread, and those that disagree are either jelous or crazy! I like to think of my self as the Prince of the Slytherins. I may not be the creme de la creme, but I hope that this year, everyone will see that I AM the perfect poster boy for the Slytherins.
My worst habits are my flirting. Even if I get tied down, I will flirt and fool around shamelessly. And incase you wondered, I actually manage to stay close to anyone I wrong. True I do talk to some mudbloods, but honestly, I will never see them again, or if I do, and they make a name for themselves, I will have a connection. But do NOT think I love mudbloods, or anything other then purebloods. My choice in girls may not be picky, but when I find a wife, she will be of the best bloodline. Also, my choice in men has high standards. I will only be with men who are absolutely gorgeous, in my eyes. I will not be with anyone three years younger either. [I enjoy] a few specific Slytherins, having attractive men in my bed, and pretty girls on my arm. [I loathe] people who try to make me look bad, try to over step my self proclaimed authority, and boys who reject me. [Just an F.Y.I] If you are female, and you do become my girlfriend of the week, don't expect to keep me long, and if you make the first move, liek to kiss me, I WILL grab you and forget my manners. [As in I will not be gentle as I push you away from me.] And if I kiss you, just let me. There's no worry about me going further, so just enjoy the only physical interaction from me you will get. I also ate hearing the words "No Castrus" or "No, you can't" or any combination.
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