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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:23 pm
  Olivia || Renee || Zsarcaspian
4th year || Slytherin
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:02 am
 || the puller of my strings || x a r r e || identification || Olivia || Renee || Zsarcaspian || commonly known as || Olivia, I do not care about Zsarcaspian || names created by hate || Olive, Olivia Renee, Renee, “O.Z.“, Liv, and Babe. || they tell me || perfectionist, genius, rational, secretive, cunning and sly, silent, picky at an extreme extent, controlling, dark and dreary, vain, stubborn || underneath the outward show || someone who is extremely difficult to understand, someone who has more than enough problems than she can deal with, and someone who pretends she's all right when she's really not. || obviously I‘m || female || I prefer || neither. But I'm attracted to the male species. || you‘ll find me in the commons of || Slytherin || the day I was cursed || August 23rd || under the moon and stars || Leo, cusp of Virgo || just turned || 14|| labeled as a naïve || 4th year || genes came from || Augustus and Sabrina Zsarcaspian || my weak heart pumps blood of the || Purest || my weapon of choice is || 12 ¼ || inches in length, crafted in || Hazel || wood, containing essence of || Australian Opal-eye heartstring || in times of darkness || Snow Leapard || great-grandmother Holly bought me a ||python ((female)) || who whispers in my ears when I say || Karma || I keep him at the Zsarcaspian manor; mother‘s not a fan of snakes, so I just bring a || black short-hair || with me, who comes when I call || Casus ((male))|| Quidditch || … No. || look, but don‘t touch || ”She would be so beautiful if she didn‘t look like she lacks sleep or isn‘t depressed all the time.” Hearing that a lot has really given me an excuse to curse for all eternity. I‘m not interested in what people have to say about my outward appearance; I just look good to satisfy myself. I take extremely good care of body, so my pale face is free of all blemishes. I take a shower twice a day, so the long, wavy dark hair that falls down my shoulders is always clean, with some lighter shades of brown highlights thrown in there. Layers are long-medium, my bangs cover most of my right eye. Unlike my older brother, I had gotten the blue-green eye gene from the Zsarcaspian side of the family. Most pure blood Zsarcaspian members possess these unusual teal eyes.  The outer rim of my pupil is a crystal blue, and then gradually fades to a strong intense jade, which highlights around my the iris. I have long dark eyelashes, but that may not catch you attention first. I, unfortunately, have a tough time sleeping at night, and even if I did get the right amount of sleep, I still look the same, some sort of side effect of my potion, so there are dark circles underneath my eyes, making them look a bit drooping. It’s not my fault, is it, though? I posses a strong chin, my cheek bones are in between high and average. Both of my nose and face are long and pointed.
As for my build, well… let‘s just say that I look like I lack nourishment, and in need to be fed. It‘s not that I don‘t ear much, I really do eat the proper amount of food for a girl my age, it is just that bloody potion that causes this. And it just makes the effect even worse, since I‘m an average 5 feet and seven inches tall. Tall and lanky. My arms are long, and so are my legs and body, though awkwardly sized as my feet are, I am by no means clumsy. I have a trim figure, my bust is smaller than average, but I don‘t care. I have bony hips, and weak legs, so you can imagine that I am not a fan of sports or anything that requires physical energy at all. Though you will never see it, I have a large scar on the right side of the back of my head from my fall 9 years ago. Yes, it‘s been there that long. It‘s a scar. They stay there forever. It‘s there for as long as I live to haunt me.
As for clothing comes, I have a very simple dress style. You‘ll never find me wearing bright colors. I‘m attracted to earthy colors, such as dark greens and browns, occasionally pink and orange. Coats that button up with your standard scarf I have always been a fan for. Though I prefer to wear skirts that go just below the middle of my thigh, I‘ll be dressed in jeans every now and then, but only in the winter. You’ll never find me in shorts, unless I’m doing my once a day Yoga and meditation. I’ll wear just a average pair of running shorts, along with tights underneath, with a tank top. Simple. I love boots. Sorry. That’s one thing that’ll always catch my attention. I’m always in a pair of boots, unless I don’t feel like lacing it up all the way.
You may also notice that small round thing that appears to be a mole. No, that is not one. That is a piercing. I got it while shopping with great-aunt Hazel this summer. Mother and father weren't happy about it when I came home to pack before school. Hah.|| read, but don‘t question || Difficulties for the English and Italian wizard family, the Zsarcaspians. were not uncommon over the couple hundred years they‘ve been in royalty, from family feuds to jealousy to just overall insaneness. Being a powerful pure blood family, only the children being married to others who were of the same rank, about every member had attended Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, each one of them sorted into Slytherin for their lineage and dominant personalities that ran in the family. Though brilliant in the mind, their jealousy and vengefulness had taken up most of the students who were members who partook of the Zsarcaspian name’s time, though they always had focus on Quidditch and other activities that required full-force in everything, so show off their skills. The cocky and arrogant Zsarcaspians had always desired and made it their goal to be on top, no matter what.
Ryann Lucas Zsarcaspian had been born on the night of January 23rd to Julius and Holly Zsarcaspian. The first couple of years seemed normal enough, until Julius and Holly had begun to notice that Ryann didn’t quite have the Zsarcaspian spirit in him. The small child was kind to the other children, especially the muggles, and had a calm aura around him, unlike the intense, revengeful aura the offspring of a Zsarcaspian couple would produce. Around the age of 7, Hazel Zsarcaspian, the unmarried sister of Julius, had moved into their home, in hope that she would teach the boy how to act in the Zsarcaspian way.  What had shocked Julius and Holly even more was the fact that on September 1st, little Ryann, 11 years old and a new first year, had been sorted in the most unreasonable and unpredicted house that they could ever imagine for a Zsarcaspian: Gyrffindor. Furious, Holly Zsarcaspian, more angry than her husband, sent Professor Dumbledore Howler, demanding their son Ryann would be resorted into Slytherin. Dumbledore apologized, though he did not do as she had asked. Ryann had been perfectly content in the house of Gryffindor, despite his mother, father’s, and aunt’s objections. Though his summers were awkward and bleak, his years at Hogwarts were wondrous.
By the time Ryann had graduated, he fell in love with a muggle woman, Renee Planter, he met off of the busy streets of London, outside of a coffee shop. Even if she had been two years older than himself, the two had married a year and a half later. Ryann’s parents had eventually disowned him for marrying outside of the Zsarcaspian standards; “Especially a muggle” said Hazel Zsarcaspian, enraged that her nephew had married to a non-magical being. However, Ryann and Renee were perfect together; Renee did not even mind the truth about his family and himself, them being wizards and witches and the Zsarcaspian background. Though, Renee had her secrets, also, and was prone to keeping it away from Ryann; but she had no choice. Renee was burdened with a rare, but lethal heart disease, Familial Hypercholesterolemia,
that, unfortunately, has history in her family of the female side, where every single woman coming down with it hadn’t survived past the age of 35-40 years old, dying from sudden cardiac death. Ryann had been deeply disturbed and upset with this news, but Renee had told him to just ignore it, and to live as if she did not have the disease. He wanted to try and create a potion himself for her condition, but his new wife refused his offer, and said it would be too much work and too much for him to burden.
Ryann and Renee Zsarcaspian had given birth to Augustus Philip Zsarcaspian on March 8th 19--, three years after their marriage. However, when Augustus had been the age of five, Renee Zsarcaspian had suffered from sudden cardiac death on her way to work. Ryann had been distraught, and Augustus was definitely confused as to why his mother hadn’t come back home from work. Unfortunately, Augustus had completely blocked off his mother’s funeral. During the next few years, Augustus had taken in his father’s kind nature, fair and true, being sorted into Hufflepuff when he entered Hogwarts his 1st year, though he was a bit prone to being depressed. Young Augustus was more of a spiritual and artistic type, never having an interest in Quidditch. However, in his 6th year, Augustus had develop a strange notice to the wizard game, but not for the action, like other boys his age. The seeker of the Ravenclaw team, a small and fragile looking Asian girl, though she had a hard and determined face, had caught his attention. He found out her name had been Sabrina Hong, a 5th year, who had been as competitive in Quidditch as any of the male Quidditch , indomitable and serious. When young Sabrina had become knowledgeable of Augustus’ admiration, she wasn’t at all interested. She knew who he was, a member of the Hufflepuff house, a year older than herself, being the shy bloke in the corner. And she wasn’t at all interested. He was shy, and she was as intense and outspoken as anyone. However, Augustus had taken the chance of asking her on the next Hogsmeade trip. She declined his offer.
Five years later, Augustus had graduated with a broken heart, dwelling on it for the half a decade. He had never felt so rejected in his life, and was still sensitive about the subject; Aunt Hazel’s teasing and mocking were of no hope, even after he had moved out of the house as soon as possible to get away. He got a job working at a café, and It wasn’t until he learned Sabrina Hong, his crush from school, was working at the same place. The two had eventually became best friends, and eventually lovers. They married two years after.
Now it’s my time to speak, so I’d suggest you listen up, and listen good, because I’m only explaining this once. Don’t believe anything Quincy says; nothing he ever says is significant.
I was born one year and 9 months after my brother on August 23rd. I suppose it was a very happy day to my parents; they wanted a girl, and here I was, female. My crybaby of an older sibling wasn’t too happy about me, since that meant all the attention from mother and father would be shared between the both of us, instead of just him like it had been the last two years. I was an extremely quiet baby, making no noise at all, and never cried at night to be fed or to just cry for no reason, like all of those other puke-covered humans were. Father and mother were grateful to have such a silent and tranquil child, completely opposite than their other son, but this did strike up some concern for little baby me. And it certainly didn’t please them when great-grandmum Holly and great-aunt Hazel came to their home. Apparently, the two older woman had seen something within my newborn self. And then they were gone. Mother and father weren’t at all happy about their visit, considering Ryann Zsarcaspian, my grandfather, had warned them about their visit previously that week. I wouldn’t have been surprised if great grandmother Holly and great aunt Zsarcaspian Hazel took me right at that moment. Oh well. Anyway.
 I was a very quiet child, but never did I disobey my parents or do what I wasn't told. I enjoyed reading, learning how to read real quick at an early age, and I especially loved playing in green grass at the park. I was, surprisingly, happy most of the time, and, even if I was silent, I always had a smile on my face and my kindness toward everyone, including... muggles... was actually famous, and my parents were proud. However, my older brother Quinton had a knack for making me angry, and that's when I started to develop my short temper. I grew real scary when teased or provoked. Let's just say I had a lot of power and Quinton got hurt sometimes. “She has the Zsarcaspian genes,” said father to mother, while discussing me one night, “It worries me.” I had no knowledge about the Zsarcaspian heritage or genes or customs, so I was clueless, and this upset me. What did he mean by that? Was is a bad thing for my superior abilities? On the family reunions, or whatever you call those, for my mother's side of the family, I met a boy who was four years older than me, but I still liked him all the same. We became close, and I could actually relate to him most of the time. I actually enjoyed his presence, which was the scary part. The boy's name was Aidan Reese.
And my life just got completely worse over the course of 3 years from when I turned 5. I was beginning to really have these strange happenings where my chest would tighten up, and all of my breath would be gone, especially when I became angry. I couldn’t breathe. My parents took me to this wizard hospital St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries after I had passed out while running down the stairway of our home being chased by little naïve Quincy, who showing me this long… bloody… gash on his knee. I fell quite a distance, and was out cold. All I remember was waking up in a hospital bed surrounded by bouquets of flowers in vases, my brother beside my staring at my parents, who were speaking to one of the doctors at that hospital. They looked highly distressed and confused. I looked toward my brother to question him about this, but he merely just stared at me pathetically, before handing me a small package. I opened it warily, wondering what it could have possibly been. It was a music box. The beautifully carved and painted wooden box was a gift from my family to me because I was in the hospital. I played it once, an instantly fell back to sleep.
I learned when I was able to be taken out of the hospital that I had what was called an anxiety attack, which caused me passing out and fall down a flight of stairs. I had minor head trauma caused from the fall, and for a few weeks was a little bit out of it. But what my parents had never told me was that while the doctors were examining my body and taking tests on me while I had been unconscious, I had been diagnosed with Familial Hypercholesterolemia, a heart disease that only was hereditary within a family. Father knew it had come from his side, sense my grandmother had died at a very young age from the exact same disease. Unfortunately, the wizard doctors could predict what was to be of my future if nothing was to be done about my sickness, and it turned out my future was to be very miserable and short, not living to the age of 20. This caused my father go into an extreme panic, and depressive mood, thinking that I was just going to fall dead at that very moment. I, being an ignorant and uncaring child, thought nothing of the endless questions about how I was feeling every second of every hour of every day while entrapped in my family’s household, though I was beginning to become suspicious.
Especially when my grandfather, whom I had never met before, came over to our home unexpectedly… well, to me. Mother, father, and grandfather began to discuss about something that had to do with me, since the obvious glances from all three of them weren’t very secretive. And that’s when those blasted potion vials came. The day after, Mother made me swallow this awful tasting liquid that made me think of dishwater soup and sand. She told me that for the rest of my life, I had to take this potion every three days. And no explanations came afterward. I wasn’t going to object to my mother, but I was not at all happy about drinking dishwater and sand for the rest of my life every three days for a reason that was unknown to me.
A year later, being the age of nine, I had been walking down the hall to my bedroom to get to bed after drinking my dishwater, when I overheard my parents talking about me. I wasn’t at all interested, but somehow, a few words had caught my attention, and pulled me to peaking through the cracked door to get a clear view and better audio of their conversation. Mother had her fingers through her hair, and father was trying to soothe her. She was complaining about how Ryann’s potion wasn’t working for me, while he said it would. Then she shouted something about how me, Olivia Renee Zsarcaspian, was going to die before I turn 20 unless something significant was to be done. And that’s when I really began to freak out. I felt my heart begin to go insane in my chest, as I began to hyperventilate and cry extremely hard. I had been deeply confused about what they had talked about afterward, but all I knew was that I was going to die at the age of 20, and I wasn’t stupid. And that’s when I found myself in the hospital again a week later.
Once again, I found myself in that same situation as a year ago, only my parents had increased with their worried behavior, watching my every move. I had noticed the potion had became even more intensely ghastly than it had been. However, this increase in the potion had a very risky side effect on me.  Although, as I learned, this potion helped my heart become stronger, my body and other parts would become weaker, ultimately resulting to a very sickly look coming to my child body, making it appear that I went days without sleep, even if I slept the proper amount of hours for my age.
Now, let’s skip two years. I turned 11 on my birthday, which was a few days before my first day at Hogwarts. I was excited, needless to say, though my parents were deeply concerned for my wellbeing at Hogwarts, almost not accepting the fact that Headmaster Dumbledore agree to my staying, even if I had became a fragile and sickly skinny girl who became even more depressive after that incident. Well, lead Quincy, who was in his 3rd year, I was taken to the train, but my brother left me to find a compartment myself. I swore to have a grudge against him for the rest of the year, possibly for the rest of my… um… short life. When I sat on the stool, the hat being placed on my black-haired head, the hat went silent for a few seconds, before shouting “SLYTHERIN!” throughout the Great Hall. I didn’t really care about what the hat had sung before the sorting ceremony, so I hadn’t really paid attention for what the Slytherin house was known for. Well, I took my seat between these two bulky-built brutes who looked like they had the intelligent span of a pile of dirt. That was my 1st year for you. But, I was also protected by my older cousin, Aidan, even if he was busy off under girls' skirts most of the time. So I guess I may be being overdramatic about my tragic 1st year...
Now, when I got back from the first year of school for learning magic, I wasn’t a happy individual, having been stuck in a dungeon full of barbaric children who knew nothing called “manners”. However, I learned that when I got home, my summer was going to be spent with my great-grandmother and great-aunt at the original Zsarcaspian estate and manor, although my parents weren‘t exactly ecstatic about it . I was thrilled to be sent to a large house with only two very old woman. When I got there, however, great-grandmother Holly and great-aunt Hazel looked younger than I thought they would, around the age of 25-35. They greeted my nicely, and showed me to my room, which was large, comfy, a little plain, but I liked it, for once. The maids were also nice. But the very next day when I woke up from a very nice sleep, my older relatives handed me a small dark forest green vial, full of a very syrupy liquid. I questioned what it had been, and they explained everything to be without any further interrogation. The potion they handed me was a stronger, better potion for my heart condition, and would also help me live longer, stronger than I have, without any side effects. I, of course, didn’t really trust what they were saying, since I’ve only spoken to them… well, never, really, in my entire life. So, thinking I was smarter than them, I dumped the potion into every unnoticeable place I could find. It had only been two weeks before I was suffering from extreme exhaustion and fatigue. My relatives noticed this, and in the end, they practically forced it down my throat. To my surprise, it had a bitter, yet sweet taste, except when the warm liquid slipped down my throat, it felt a bit… evil. I threw aside the feeling, before I began to feel strong, and over the course of two weeks, I felt better than I had in years. However, I quickly found out that what I was taking was illegal, says the MoM. But did I care? No. It helped me regain strength and feel so alive, I really didn’t mind that it was against the wizard law. Great-grandmother Holly took me to Diagon Alley, telling my parents that she would pay for everything, and of course she bought me the top line merchandise. However, I was quite surprised when she took me down Knockturn Alley, buying me a small adolescent python. Now, I knew that this side of the Zsarcaspian family were wealthy, but a python was just too much. She insisted, despite my objections about the usual creature, giving it to me as “an early gift for my birthday”, so she had said. I took her home, naming the snake Evanescent, since she seemed to disappear and then reappear, then disappear again just as quick.
Unfortunately, however, I attended my 2nd year, the potion had been off limits to bring to the school, since it wasn’t really that good for a student to bring an illegal potion on the grounds. So I ended up using Ryann Zsarcaspian potion for my health on my years at Hogwarts. I spent my next two summers at the Zsarcaspian manor, refusing to spend two months cramped up with my overly worried and paranoid parents and ugly, irritating brother who daily makes fun of me for my phobia of blood. I’ve become quite fond of my new home and family, and new pet, who’s become my best friend. No, I’m not a Parselmouth, but it runs in the blood. I could only wish. || know, but don‘t judge || I‘m an intellectual soul; you‘ll never find me having a fit of giggles, exchanging gossip and other sorts with fellow female friends. I suppose I would consider myself the responsible type, the one who gives wise advice, though it‘s not free, and gets things done when no one else can, in a very well mannered, fast, and organized method. I may seem dull to you, staring off into space, not paying attention to what you‘re saying. It‘s not that I‘m strange like that, it‘s more so that I just don‘t care about what you have to say. Though, I‘m regularly very alert, I won‘t look like it, seeming highly relaxed, but with poise. However, I‘m rather outgoing, and I smile, which is rare, but that‘s only around close friends who I trust. I enjoy silence, but even I grow tired of boredom from time to time.
 I‘m rather fond of nice, long conversations that don’t necessarily expose every detail of the world around us. I am not a fan of politics, but justice is high on my interests list. I don’t know why, but I find myself quite intrigued by mysteries and the law. Reading mystery novels, figuring out which one of the suspects on the list killed the person before the end makes me feel accomplished and satisfied. I have a fair difficulty to not rationalize everything, and just have faith in myself and others. Trusting can, from time to time, be a bit of an issue. It takes me a bit of time for me to warm up and trust a new person. Or if at all. I judge others, deciding whether I‘ll like you or not right then and there, if you ever dare approach me.
Being quite aware of my illness, practically no one knows about it, unless you chain me in the dungeons for three weeks without food or water, and THEN maybe I‘ll consider telling you there‘s something medically wrong with me. I just hate the thought of people sympathizing me; I like to be independent. Though, I find myself skulking around the Slytherin common rooms, not smiling in a week, and never speaking a word, as I effortlessly and silently make my way around. Self pity? Sure. But I don’t cry. Never. Absolutely never. I have not shed a single tear in five years, and I don’t plan on doing it any time soon. Crying means you appear vulnerable; weak. Besides, what could possibly make me wish to cry, anyhow? I don’t give an ounce of care as to what the pragmatic, dumb individuals around me think about me.
From those blank and mindless stares, to the hesitant, short responses, some may think of me as insensitive, and uncaring. Yes. I am uncaring. About you. But about other things, I suppose I could give a little bit of my mind… like myself, for example. And Evanescent. And my great-grandmother and great-aunt. And maybe, possibly, some other people. Unfortunately, Zsarcaspian blood runs strong in my veins, so I sometimes have a competitive nature, vain, thinking I’m better than others. Which, you know, is correct. I wouldn’t have been surprised for my sorting to have ended up in Ravenclaw, sense I‘ve always been such an academic, almost to a genius level. But that stupid hat saw the vision of me plunging him down the local toilet, and then flushing him if he sorted me in either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. I think that threw me directly into Slytherin. Oh… I imagine that violence wasn’t unnatural for Zsarcaspians, so I tend to have very morbid, gory thoughts about certain individuals that I‘m not fond of. Isn‘t that nice to know? || makes me happy ||The smell of grass in the morning and the scent of forest and rain.
Being alone.
Flower arranging and gardens.
Yoga and meditation.
Mystery novels and reading.
Green tea.
Boots.
Aidan Reese ("Oh, please. He's my cousin, so don't get any ideas. We're close.")
My music box.
Raphael Stark.
|| I hope these spontaneously combust || Muggles.
Muggleborns.
Grandmother Renee (“I‘m glad she‘s in her grave.”).
Most of the time my parents and that idiot of a sibling.
The Quibbler.
Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs.
Blood.
Losing.
Sugar and fatty foods.
Raphael Stark. || if you‘d really like to know || No one knows of my heart condition, unless you‘re my idiot of a brother, parents, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, since I had to get permission to have “medication” on school grounds, and possibly some really, really close friends. (who will be decided later). So don’t mention it to me. ((Nat: I‘m going to be really picky about that, just so you know. So don‘t be like “So-and-so felt really sorry for Olivia for her unhealthy heart, but blah, blah-blah, blah-blah“ So don‘t do it.)) Along with my disease, I from time to time have anxiety attacks. I’m required to take a dose of my potion every three days; it’s supposable that it keeps my heart healthy. I don‘t believe in the whole “All Slytherins follow or at least support the Dark Lord.“… but I will say there are a few Slytherins who do. And I‘m not giving names.
… I also have a phobia of blood. But you don’t know that. And if you do… I’d suggest you don’t bring it up. Ever. If you wish to live another day.
Aidan Sabastian Reese is my cousin, which means my mother is his mother's younger sister. We're close, and share a lot of secrets and have many things in common--like... well, like hating Quinton... basically.
My music box is none of your business. No, I will not show it to you. Only if I trust you. 
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:40 am
● º ● F i l l I t O u t ● º ● True Love So take care what you ask of me, 'cause I can't say noCurrent Boyfriend You said you would never leave me, I believe you, I believe Never Gonna Be I don’t wanna pretend, so this is the end of you and mePossibility The words are I love you, and I have to believe in youShameless Flirting Why did I choose to play this game?Double Take She's salt of the earth, and she's dangerousBest Friends There is just nothing to betrayGetting Closer And I'm lonely here inside of me…believe in the light in meAverage FriendsIt's just another day, the shame is goneUsed To Be Friends Thinking about all the ways that I've grownWanna Be Friends? I’m not faithless, just paranoidFriend Of A Friend Fine line between this and thatFamiliar Face I remember the face but I can't recall the nameMutual Hate I'm my own worst enemySecret Hatred When I see you cry, yeah it makes me smileUsing Olivia You've never been so used as I'm using youJealous Of OliviaYou sink into my clothes, and this invasion makes me feel worthless, hopeless, sickFriendly RivalsThere’s something about you that makes me feel badAnnoyance/EmbarrassmentLeave me alone, get out of my face*The Veronicas, Paramore, Lily Allen, Lacuna Coil, Avril Lavinge, Evanescence, Flyleaf, Green Day, Linkin Park [ care to enlighten me? ][ Send PM to x a r r e (Nat) ][size=10][b]Name: [color=YOUR COLOR]NAME HERE... duh.[/color][/b]
[b]Year:[/b] (your year, preferably 1st year, 2nd year, 3rd year, 4th year, etc.)
[b]House:[/b] [color=green][b]Slytherin[/b][/color], [color=crimson][b]Gryffindor[/b][/color], [color=gold][b]Hufflepuff[/b][/color], [color=darkblue][b]Ravenclaw[/b][/color] (Obvious.)
[b]Relationship:[/b] (state whatever relationships, even a few notes explaining it)
[b]What you think of [color=mediumvioletred]Olivia[/color]:[/b] [b][color=YOUR COLOR]"(state what your character has to say about me here)"[/color][/b]
[b]History, if any:[/b] (history, be as descriptive as possible if we have rich history (doubt it.))
[b]Plot ideas:[/b] (even if I'm kind of "anti-social" I obviously can't roleplay without any plotting ideas for what is to come in the future. So please. Don't make me pointless in the roleplay.)
[/size] Olivia: "And if you want to change the relationship, just re-send the relationship form again and tell me what you changed or updated, and Nat, my own personal slave, will update my relationship thread. But you better hurry, because she changed the relationship format up there and will be changing the relationships down in the next post to how she see's fit soon. So if you want something specific, update, like, I don't know... NOW?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 12:04 pm
● º ● R e l a t i o n s h i p s ● º ● [ s l y t h e r i n ] Name: Aidan Sebastian Reese
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin
Relationship: you know everything
What you think of Olivia: "Olivia's just amazing. She's my cousin, so we've grown up together. We have the best memories! She's not annoying or loud, and it's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't falling all over me all the time or trying to beat me at everything. I guess you could say she's like my best friend. We talk a lot, and I'll always look out for her."
History, if any: Oh yes, there's a LOT of history... Olivia's mother is Clarice's little sister. The Reeses haven't always been as friendly as can be to Olivia's parents, because they've 'defiled the line' and are considered blood-traitors, but Clarice could never fully let go of her little sister. So Aidan and Olivia spent quite a bit of time together, usually sharing secrets or finding new ways to torture Quinton.
Plot ideas: You'll see...
Name: Melanie Nicole Parks
Year: 4th year
House: Slytherin
Relationship: Just Friends (and in Melanie's mind) Verging and Close Friends
What you think of Olivia: "Of course I know Olivia! She's actually one of my dorm mates and one of the few friends that I have in Slytherin. We met each other on the first day of school because we were both sorted into Slytherin! And than, later, we both got assigned to the same dorm! How cool is that? I talk to Olivia a lot since we share a dorm and all. A lot of people don't like her and I think that's wrong. I mean, so what if she appears like she's not listening to you? She is. She's kind of quiet around most, but that's kind of nice actually. I guess you could sat she's my exact opposite? Yea, that sounds right..."
History, if any: Well like you said, on that first day with dorm assignments Olivia and Melanie ended up being in the same dorm! Lucky Olivia! Haha. Melanie talks to Olivia a lot, having no clue in the world that she annoys Olivia. Whenever Olivia enters the dorms and Melanie is all ready in there she often let's out a loud and cheery, "Hey Olivia!" She sees Olivia as one of her few friends in Slytherin, so she does talk to her quite a bit.
Plot ideas: Well your idea seems like fun! Well the only thing I know is that Melanie will probably still annoy Olivia. Haha.
Name: Johanna Kate Mattson
Year: 3rd
House: Slytherin
Relationship: “I respect you back” and “I desire to talk to you”
What you think of Olivia: “Surprisingly enough for everyone around me, I do not despise the presence of Olivia. Though I don’t know why, some people make her seem quite unpleasant. She is very mature, fairly intelligent, she minds her own business. She’s got more going for her than half the school. Who cares if she’s a little cold, so am I.”
History, if any: None yet. :]
Plot ideas: I don’t think they’ll hate each other. Naw, I think they should be partners in crime.
Name: Raphael Stark
Year: fifth
House: Slytherin
Relationship: “You respect ME,” “I respect you back” (at least, what he thinks, I guess?), and “You’ll admit that I’m beautiful, but lethal” in the sense that he flirts with her
What you think of Olivia: “Mm. Fine package of a Slytherin. She may be a bit dark or whatever, but she’s definitely something I like. At times, yeah, I guess, Olivia’s a good friend to me. Sometimes my moves make her mad, which I enjoy. Especially the way her eyes glare at me, it’s just too lovely that I can’t help but piss her off. Her cousin, Aidan, gets a bit mad at me when I “tease” her like that, but oh well. More victories on my part.”
History, if any: Same house since his second year. Became friends, and she’s been one of the “victims” of his game. Surely, she’s expressed her annoyance towards him, but he doesn’t mind at all. After all that, somehow, they’re still friends.
Plot ideas: CHYEEEAH. Raph and I are still considering the idea that she can be the one for him. He doesn’t really notice his true feelings for anyone since he doesn’t like to ponder on things like that. Unless she makes a move of some sorts, then they’re relationship as good friends will stay that way. I’m starting have a soft spot for Olivia, so I want Raph to have a chance with her. All up to you, though – and Mooch! Grr says the Stark.
Name: Zaccheus Dane
Year: 3
House: Slytherin
Relationship: "I'm just that one girl you've never thought of" and "You respect me"
What you think of Olivia: "She doesn't bother me, mostly because she doesn't talk to me. That's perfectly fine in my book. Now if only those idiots who follow her around would shut up, that would be something."
History, if any: They're in the same house, but neither has made any real effort to get to know the other.
Plot ideas: Witty sarcasm is always fun, especially with someone who's humor is just as dry as Zacch's is. He has changed somewhat over the summer, but he hasn't noticed. If asked, he would deny all of those therapy sessions in an instant. x3
Name: Amanda Juliette Lilliquist
Year: 7
House: Slytherin
Relationship: i respect you back && i desire to talk to you
What you think of Olivia: "Olivia is a nice girl, despite the cold exterior she puts on. That's what I think anyway. She and I are okay with each other, she's intelligent, mature and strong and a good listener, so I try to return the favor if she ever needs it. I'm pretty sure I get on her nerves a lot, though. Hopefully we can remedy that."
History, if any: They met through Aidan, whose name is spelled with an 'a', not that insufferable 'e' everyone's heartset on. Amanda has a feeling they could possibly be closer, maybe Amanda should be more open?
Plot ideas: A year of discovery. :]
Name: Brady Allen
Year: 2nd
House: Slytherin
Relationship: “You respect ME” and “Admiration, but you keep your distance” because she pretty much doesn’t want to talk to him all that much.
What you think of Olivia: “She’s essentially flawless, with the exception of her brother and the fact that she doesn’t often bother with me. But she’s very well behaved, knows her place is above everyone else, and to sum it all up, Slytherin and from a grand family. The way I talk about her, you wouldn’t think she ignores me or that she’s 2 grades above me. Well, technically, I’m older than most 2nd years and she’s younger than most 4th years, so there’s not much of a gap between our ages. But she occasionally treats me like every other decent Slytherin (or at least that’s the way I take it) and I admit I’ve taken second glances.”
History, if any: They met (sort of) during Brady’s 1st year. It was more like one of Brady’s friends saying, “Oh, that’s Olivia Zsarcaspian.” And Brady has talked to her on the way to class a couple of times.
Plot ideas: Johanna and Olivia could have quite a good fun time with him, leading him on, having him do their bidding, making him think he’s actually got something going on. But granted, he is much less annoying than Moochie. [ g r y f f i n d o r ] Name: Oliver Wood
Year: 4th
House: Gryffindor
Relationship: “I'm sorry, who are you again?” and “So it's a mutual rocky relationship” in an apathetic sort of way.
What you think of Olivia: “Quinton’s sister? Never gave her much thought. I have no real interest in her, she has even less in me. We don’t run in the same circles, we don’t try to. Ignoring each other makes classes much more enjoyable. I’m not trying to cause trouble, though she’d be pretty if she smiled and got off her high horse.”
History, if any: Classes. End of Story.
Plot ideas: Meh? What you said?
Name: Glenn Yates
Year: 7th
House: Gryffindor
Relationship: “I'm sorry, who are you again?” And “You wonder who I am” in an artistic kind of way.
What you think of Olivia: “She’s got a sort of tragic air. I’d love to dress her up for a period piece. But I think it would be a little odd going up to a complete stranger and saying, ‘hey, will you model for me?’”
History, if any: He knows her name and the fact that she’s not very personable. :]
Plot ideas: Glenn won’t show any interest unless they actually get acquainted. But he never forgets about any artistic vision of his.
Name: Leigh Guidry
Year: 3rd
House: Gryffindor
Relationship: "I'm just that one girl who you've never thought of"
What you think of Olivia: “I like to stay away from her. She doesn’t sound very friendly. She and her brother are like, total opposites. It’s weird.”
History, if any: None really, but there might be if Johanna convinces Olivia that it's fun to mess with Fig.
Plot ideas: Gah, no. -see above, History section-
[ r a v e n c l a w ] Name: Jasper "Moochie" Jennings
Year: 4th
House: Ravenclaw
Relationship: 'you'll admit that i'm beautiful, but lethal'
What you think of Olivia: "Well, other than that she's a Slytherin in my year...I hardly know anything about her. I know she's prejudiced, I know she's friends with that Reese guy, I know she'd never look twice at me, but there's just something...I dunno, just something about her..."
History, if any: They're in the same year, and not exactly rival houses. They've had some classes together, maybe even exchanged a few words, but probably nothing memorable, for Olivia. Over the years, Moochie's developed this unwanted crush on Olivia, and he has no clue why.
Plot ideas: Ah, Mooch'll make a fool out of himself in front of her more times than you or I can count, and she'll probably just ignore him and be oblivious. Poor Moochie.
Name: Tracey O’Donnell
Year: 4th
House: Ravenclaw
Relationship: "I'm sorry, who are you again?" because Tracey really doesn't respect her.
What you think of Olivia: "Mmph. She tends to be quite rude, and I don't even think she notices it. I'm not saying I'm not rude, but whenever I open my mouth? Nu-uh. Plus I think hating someone for something they can't really control is the stupidest idea ever put into some one's head." ((referring to blood/house prejudices))
History, if any: Same year, so they've had classes together. Tracey's heard a bit about Olivia through Quinton.
Plot ideas: Hrm. None much, except that I don't think Olivia will like Tracey very much because she's 1. a Ravenclaw 2. a Muggleborn 3. Quinton's friend. [ h u f f l e p u f f ] - none -
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:34 am
● º ● S c h e d u l e ● º ● ● º ● O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n ● º ● [Olivia is presently feeling] angry, annoyed, hopeful, okay, and confused all at the same time. Joy.[her life is] something I don't care about right now, really.[you‘ll find her] in Moaning Murtle's Bathroom.[currently with] Aidan Reese.[on her mind] whether or not Quincy has been killed or not, the fact that my cousin is really promiscuous, and Raphael Stark being the soul purpose that my new robes are completely tarnished. Bloody git.[and has been] cleaning my face off.[ fun facts about olivia ] - she has never had a boyfriend
- she had bangs the past 3 years of school, but she grew them out over this last summer.
- her favorite flowers are Calla Lilies (( x x )) and white and red roses (( x x )).
- Olivia's VERY flexible.
- She never wanted her python, but Holly insisted.
- She strongly believes in karma and has a talent for Divinations, but she'd like to say she doesn't.
- She's passed out during classes such as Care of Magical Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts numurous times because of the exposure of blood.
- Her favorite excuse is to say, "I forgot to eat breakfast this morning."
- She has a pair of boots worth more than some muggles' cars.[ the REAL olivia ] Nat: "Olivia is extremely complicated and is hard to describe, because there is so much about her, but there is also so very little to understand. She suffers from breaking her family, she feels unloved by her parents and older brother because they abandoned her, handing her over to two older magical beings who want nothing to do with the real her and use her for their own purposes and benefits, she is pressured by her older relatives and is expected to do unimaginable and great things and to be this perfect being, she is surrounded by darkness and evil, negative energy constantly at the Zsarcaspian manor, she has a health condition that affects every little detail of her life and engenders other health issues, she’s deathly afraid of blood, and she is isolated from the world around her from comprehending her true feelings and emotions because of her natural proud and vain nature. Some would look at her first, and want nothing to do with her because she is too much of a difficult person to understand and work with. But can you blame her?
"Olivia has learned over the past years of her life that weakness is a fault and that faults are intolerable, because perfection is success, and success is her goal. So showing her emotions equals weakness, and it goes on. Manors are something she was taught her first summer at her relatives, but in the hard way, so sitting perfectly still and staying silent for long periods of time became natural to her, turning out to be an impeccable habit of hers. She has developed plenty of habits that aren’t normal.
"Being perfect isn’t what she desires of herself, however. Perfect scores on tests, perfect appearance, perfect spell casting, perfect clothing, perfect posture and balance, perfect etc. It’s everything her older relatives, Holly and Hazel, wish for her to be. Holly and Hazel pressure her to become great and to possess a lot of power, in which they say, “will be useful in the near future.” Olivia has a very good idea as to what she will be used for in the future: a weapon. Of course being called something like a battle droid offends her and she would take no hesitation to object to the only purpose she has , but disobeying her relatives would be like telling your boss you’re not going to do your work, but expect to be paid as if you did. You’ll more than likely get fired, which in Olivia’s case, killed.
"Now, that might sound completely deranged to some people, but to Olivia, after living 4 summers with Holly and Hazel, it has just become a daily routine of risking her life and she has become immune to the fear that her relatives have the power to take away everything she has with one flick of their wrists if she is not to do what she is told. It’s not insane in the Zsarcaspian household. It’s just fact.
"Yet, Olivia IS scared. She’s pampered, has one of the biggest fortunes in the English wizard community, and is given everything she wants. Except for one thing: love. Now, Holly and Hazel give her love, but it’s not the type of love that every human being needs and to live off of. It’s more like artificial love. Olivia’s only felt loved by her parents, never her brother, when she was younger, but being deserted by them has made everything her parents were to her a lie and therefore she has learned to not become attached to anything that has to do with real deep, caring feelings.
"Olivia can sometimes be someone hard to reach, but the real Olivia is a simple being. In her profile, it says she enjoys being alone, but that’s only because when she’s alone, she can let her guard down and be herself. Which, in this case, is a quiet girl who enjoys the outdoors and lovely fragrances and likes to dress up in boots and do flower arrangements. She’s soft, caring, and undeniably pleasurable when it’s just her, but when there’s someone around that makes her feel uncomfortable, she becomes what almost every person who knows her believes for her to be.
"There’s a girl searching for her right place and what is right and true. Olivia’s just lost and confused and needs someone to show her the light to get out.
C:
"Ask any questions if anything I said makes absolutely no sense at all.
"Because I know there's something in there that will."
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:37 am
● º ● H a z e l a n d H o l l y ● º ●  [name] Holly || Caroline || Zsarcaspian [fine with] Holly, Grandmother Holly [I‘d rather not be called] GREAT-grandmother, although Olivia calls me it behind my back. [told I was] shrewd, quiet, impeccably tidy, cold [I‘ll argue that I‘m really] Intelligent, a man‘s equal, independent, will only remain quiet unless I really have something important to say, mysterious, difficult to understand. [I‘m a] woman [dead ex-husband had been a] man[born on] December 31st [under the sign] Capricorn [I don‘t look it, but the many birthdays say I‘m] 79 [Hogwarts is long gone] graduated[in school, I had been instantly placed in] Slytherin[Gaurdian of] Olivia Renee Zsarcaspian [cousin of] Hazel Yolanda Zsarcaspian [parents] names, mother and father [I‘m a Zarcaspian, so] Pureblood, of course. [wand] number of inches or centimeters [inches/centimeters long, made of] wood [wood, with a core of] core; ollivander uses unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feather; i'm not restricting you to those[patronus] animal, whether your character has produced one or not. A link to a picture would be halpful [appearance] I was never one to look my age (Haha. No comment.); I always looked older than I was when I had been younger, but now I look younger now that I’m older. I look like I’m in my late 20’s or early 30’s. My hair is a very dark brown, and almost appears to be black until the sunlight hits it, you’ll see a light chocolate brown color. It’s long, extremely long, and comes down all the way down my back in a perfect wave, cut in long layers. It’s usually very soft and silky, because it’s all natural. My eyes are a dark brown, almost seeming black when it’s dark, and I have long, dark eyelashes. My eyes look feline-like. I usually wear dark makeup, dark browns, purples, blacks, etc. I have incredibly high cheek bones that make my face look even more distinctive than my perfectly straight nose and my wavey lips. I have a strong-set, square jaw, and a long and slender neck. I’m not incredibly tall, but I am 5’9, and I have a very well-built, youthful body, but I do have my weak moments where I am too tired to move or my back aches. That’s one of the side effects of the potion I take regularly and/or I haven’t taken it in a while when I’m due for it.
As for clothing, I never, absolutely never, wear something that’s for the older witches. It’s just not fitting enough. I wear sophisticated, well-fitted robes that are of the finest quality in the most richest materials. I’ll wear dark cloaks over it, with a large hood, but in muggle public, I wear regular muggle clothing for a woman my age (or how I appear to the muggle eye).
[ a step in the past ] My parents, Kamille and Jasper Castro, were infuriated when I turned out to be a female child and not male as their first child on December 31, 1937. They wished to pass down the Castro genes, continue it the pureblood family name. But no. I, Holly Caroline Castro, had been a girl, one of the most horrors of any pureblood family. My life givers weren’t the best parents, since they rarely told me they were proud of me when they first started noticing that I could use magic at a very young age, and were extremely envious of all their other friends who had young boys to carry on the family name at their often meetings and dinner parties with other pureblood families. I never took a notice of what they were doing, because I played silently with the other children.
Three years passed and my parents had obviously tried for another child, giving birth to it on May 5th, 1940. And low and behold, it was another female. Hah. My parents were to ticked that they almost considered giving my baby sister Yolanda Castro away for adoption. Unfortunately, Yolanda was a premature baby, and after a month in the ICU, she died of complications on June 16th, 1940. Not to make my parents seem even crueler, but I remember very clearly that they felt no remorse toward my deceased little sister, and were, in fact, happy about her death.
But two years later, obviously my parents were desperate to have another child, and hopefully a boy, Jasper and Kamille gave birth to Caliber Frederick Castro on November 2nd, 1942. I was not at all interested in my new baby brother; he was just a snot-covered baby who cried and wanted attention too much. Caliber became my parent’s pride and joy, and I was just that other child. But I supposed my parents ignoring my achievements didn’t go to that much of a waste. I learned to be independent, and not to expect what I want from people. I became a bit of a snobby little girl, but my parents never punished me.
I attended Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1960, sorted into Slytherin like the my parents and Castro ancestors before me. It wasn’t until in my 2nd year that I had found a friend who shared same interests and common goals in my house that I could relate to: Hazel Zsarcaspian. Now, the Zsarcaspians were a very prestigious and vain family, and everyone who had the name was more than likely a Slytherin. Hazel became my partner in crime. We were no longer “Holly” or “Hazel”. We became “Holly and Hazel”. The two of use were inseparable. We shared secrets and exchanged information. That was when I learned that Hazel was a bit “special”. She could see things that others could not, and possessed a rather strange, yet interesting, power. And it was later when I found out that she was in fact, a twin, but her twin sister had died 15 minutes after her birth. That was why I could related to Hazel. We both lost someone when we were younger.
But it wasn’t until she was mocking me about my sudden interest in her older brother in my 4th year, she in her 3rd year, that we sort of… didn‘t work out a bit with our friendship. Julius Zsarcaspian was a 7th year, tall, dark hair, and had the most piercing, beautiful green-blue eyes I had ever seen. But, of course I was too stubborn to acknowledge the fact that my best friend’s older brother was a god in the Slytherin house. Hazel just couldn’t get enough of it. I think that was when we got into our first real big fight when I defended myself against her mockery. The fight didn’t last long, and she forgave me after a few days for exploding on her, and we went back to being friends.
I visited her home during the summers at the Zsarcaspian Manor, especially when my parents were meeting with her parents, Victoria and Edward Zsarcaspian, but for reasons that I wouldn’t learn of until I was “older and more mature”, they said. Hazel and I thought it fun to snoop in on their little “meeting”. We weren’t expecting to find that they were part of a cult called the “Death Eaters” and they followed the teachings of a man who called himself “Lord Voldemort”. Julius was there, too, and a few others we weren‘t acquainted with. We didn’t get caught, luckily. But we were highly curious.
Of course later in school my parents didn’t keep their secret that much of a secret, and I learned of the whole “cult”. I grew to be fond of it, and agreed with mainly everything that they told me. I found it amazing. But I was not ready to join it after I graduated from school, and I moved out of the Zsarcaspian manor to live in Belgium, learning the languages Dutch, French, and German. I stayed in contact with Hazel, who joined the Death Eaters when she was the age of 21, since apparently her physic powers were of great use. She encouraged me to join, but I refused.
A year later, back in England, I moved back into the Zsarcaspian manor at the age of 21 in 1972, and eventually joined the Death Eaters with Hazel. Julius found a sudden interest in me when I came back, and we began to date. Hazel was thrilled, though a bit jealous that I had someone in my life, and not hers. Our friendship never decreased in strength, however. I married Julius Zsarcaspian in November, 1973, and took the Zsarcaspian name. Hazel had been very excited to be my sister-in-law.
I became pregnant, and gave birth to a little girl prematurely on July 5th, 1974. We named her Lillianne Hazel Zsarcaspian. Hazel had a vision her Lillianne passing away from complications. And she died the very next day. I don’t believe I had ever been so upset, even if she was a girl, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have a boy as another child. I spent most of my time doing nothing, refusing to eat or drink, for quite a while.
We had another child two years a year later after giving it another try on January 23rd, 1962, me 25 and Julius 28, and we were ecstatic that we had a son. His name was Ryann Lucas Zsarcaspian, and he was the most strange, abnormally kind, and sickening thing that my eyes have ever laid on that could have came from me or my husband. Ryann wasn’t what we thought he was to be. As he grew, he was… a bit kinder than most of the other children that he played with, and he didn’t share the compassion for competitiveness like most of the Zsarcaspians, or even the Castros. We eventually moved into the Zsarcaspian manor with Hazel, and convinced her to try and teach him to be like a Zsarcaspian. But when my little boy was sorted into GRYFFINDOR his 1st year, I was outraged. I remember clearly as if the day was yesterday when I blew up almost everything in our home, writing out that howler to Professor Dumbledore, and sending it. When he refused to resort my son, I couldn’t have been even angrier. Ryann became a stranger in our home, and Julius and I eventually didn’t see him as our son, anymore.
He married a muggle, and I did not attend the wedding. Julius and I lost all contact with our son.
My husband died from being murdered by Aurors in 19. I was devastated that Julius was gone, and I began to live with Hazel officially. We claimed to the MoM that Julius had us under the Imperius curse when we were questioned about our evil-deeds, and we were let off the hook.
But when I came around the age of 40, I was beginning to hate myself for how I appeared. You could have called this a “mid-life crisis”, or what ever. Hazel was also suffering from the same thing, and when we went out for answers to make ourselves feel young again, we discovered in one of the old Zsarcaspian spell books in the attic that belonged to our ancestors, there was a potion that could reverse your age by how many years you wished. Hazel was overjoyed, I was a bit hesitant, but we gave it a shot. Making a small batch took loads of effort, very expensive and illegal ingredients, a very much time. But with our fortune and my expertise in Potions, we were good. It worked better than our wildest dreams. Hazel and I were around our 40’s, but we looked like we were in our 20’s. That’s how we kept ourselves from the MoM figuring out we were Death Eaters; we looked like completely different people.
It wasn’t until one afternoon on August 23rd, 1999 when Hazel had a sort of episode. She saw a witch being born in the family, someone who would have equal power as our own and would follow in our footsteps. Of course we were ecstatic, since we hadn’t had a newcomer into our lives in quite sometime. But Hazel said that the child was going to be difficult to get to, and we would have to wait a few years before we could get our hands on her, because she was Ryann’s, my son’s, granddaughter, the daughter of the child of him and that muggle woman, who Hazel in the previous years had saw die of a disease that was passed through her side of the family. Of course we were so mocking and happy about her death.
Hazel and I paid an unexpected visit to our little soon-to-be Zsarcaspian prodigy. Of course they were not happy about it, but as soon as Hazel saw her, she became extremely gleeful and we left at the spot as soon as we came. But Hazel was also filled with grief. After spending most of the next night
Olivia Renee Zsarcaspian joined us in the summer after her 1st year, after we sent threat letters that if they didn’t give Olivia to us for most of the summers, we were going to burn their home down. It was so easy; so pathetic. Of course she didn’t know who we were when she arrived at our door, but we welcomed her as if she was our own daughter, and we knew she would become like it soon, said Hazel’s visions. I took her to buy a snake, in hope that maybe, somehow, she got the Zsarcaspian gene of being a Parselmouth, since they were descendants of Salazar Slytherin himself. But once we brought the python home, Olivia didn’t show any signs of being a Parselmouth. I tried not to be disappointed, but I couldn’t deny that I was. “She’ll still be very powerful, Holly.” said Hazel, “Don’t worry about it.”
Olivia spent the rest of her summers with us, and we grew into a tiny little Zsarcaspian family of females. Although she found out our secret about the Death Eaters, peeping in, I suppose, and she was alright with it. In fact, I think she knew all along. Such a brilliant child! Now she's heading off to her 4th year of school; bless her soul. I do hope she sends us letters this year. [personality] I’ve always been patient, but extremely unlucky in trusting people. It takes me a while to trust a person or anything for that matter. I may seem quiet, the one who’s the listener and never says a word until addressed to or if I have something significant to say to make my point. I’m extremely independent, and brilliant, if I might add, and exceedingly defensive if I feel something I care about is being harmed, disrespected, or offended in any way. I’m more responsible than my best friend and basically my sister, well, actually, by a lot. We’re practically opposites, but that’s what makes us best friends.
I do, however, get into depressive moods and possess a bit of a short fuse. I’m a bit scary when I get angry, because I obliterate everything around me in site until I cool over. Which takes a bit of time to do, because I’m a very unforgiving person. I’ve never been the type of make conversations, either, and I usually just stay silent. I prefer to be home than out, but when it comes down to it, once I get out, I enjoy it. I can be sadistic and cruel, and I dislike most everything muggle. I like to earn money, and save it, and feel accomplished.
Shrewd, clever, and quick with thought, I’m always on top of what’s going on, even if I don’t appear to be. I like to keep things tidy; I hate it when everything is dirty. It’s barbaric and uncivilized. I prefer to watch the people I kill suffer, but in a less morbid way that Hazel.[likes]The Death Eater hideout.
Staying at home.
Raids once in a while.
Watching my victims suffer.
Purebloods and Slytherin decents.
Coffee.
The Reversed Aging potion.
Hazel and Olivia.
A clean home.
Money.
Power.
The Dark Lord. [dislikes]Muggles and muggleborns.
Making something quick.
Rats.
The colors pink, yellow, and orange.
My son, and everyone who's after him in the generations besides Olivia.
Young children.
Messes.
Being offended.
Anyone who offends something I actually care about.
[other/misc.] random facts or anything you'd like to add [criminal papers say I'm] Hazel || Yolanda || Zsarcaspian [to others I‘m just] Hazel, or Aunt Hazel [refrain from calling me these if you don‘t wish to be jinxed] old hag [if you‘re good, you see I‘m] INSANE [but getting past that…] youthful, spiritual, artistic, overly-possessive, striking [I believe I am a] woman [who uses and sucks the souls of] men [my UN-birthday] November 5th [fallen under the sign of] Scorpio [shhh, I‘m really] 78 [surprised I even made it out of Hogwarts] graduated[clearly I was a former] Slytherin[I‘m the second guardian of] Olivia Renee HAZEL Zsarcaspian [cousin and best friend of] Holly Caroline Zsarcaspian[parents] names, mother and father [cut me; I bleed] pure blood [wand] number of inches or centimeters [inches/centimeters long, made of] wood [wood, with a core of] core; ollivander uses unicorn hair, dragon heartstring, and phoenix feather; i'm not restricting you to those[patronus] animal, whether your character has produced one or not. A link to a picture would be halpful [pet] type [named] name [appearance] description, at least 2 paragraphs[history/biography] past and present, at least three paragraphs [personality] habits, flaws, etc... at least 2 paragraphs [likes] who/what [dislikes] who/what [other/misc.] random facts or anything you'd like to add
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