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 Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 10:03 am
{FAERLIE'S CHARACTERS}
{whut now, b***h?}
Masika Sabah Het-Heru
Zaidin Matthew Berkeley
Mary Regina Perison
Andromeda Clarisse Reinhardt
Amanda Juliette Lilliquist
Junko Keiko Saehara
Azula Kira Tanaka
Eriol Douglas Turner
Natalie Myranda Summers
Severus Tobias Snape
NPC's
((colors coming soon))
Lorelei Marie Van Hasen
Kennedy Elise Monroe
Idella Monet Lorde
Lolita Avena Doerity { she may come back as an RPC, but right now, I'm going to treat her as an NPC. }
Hunter Justin Perison
Heath Thomas Perison
Victor James Perison
Lauren Christine Perison
Hector Omari Het-Heru
{ROLL CALL}
10 RPCS
+ 9 NPCS
19 TOTAL CHARACTERS
boys : 7
girls : 12
R@V3NCL@W!
Masika Sabah Het-Heru
Kennedy Elise Monroe
+ Zaidin Matthew Berkeley
TOTAL: 2
HUFFL3PUFF!
Mary Regina Perison
+ Andromeda Clarisse Reinhardt
TOTAL: 2
GRYFF!ND0R!
Eriol Douglas Turner
Natalie Myranda Summers
Hunter Justin Perison
Heath Thomas Perison
+ Idella Monét Lorde {NPC}
TOTAL: 2 RPC, 3 NPC = 5
SLYTH3R!N!
Lolita Avena Doerity [Dotey]
Amanda Juliette Lilliquist
Lorelei Marie Van Hasen
Junko Keiko Saehara
+ Azula Kira Tanaka
TOTAL: 3 RPCs, 2 NPCs = 5
1 1st years
0 2nd years
1 3rd year
1 4th year
2 5th years
8 6th years
3 7th year
1 faculty
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:53 am
{R@V3NCL@W!}
1st Year
2nd Year
3rd Year
4th Year
5th Year
6TH YEAR Character Name: Masika Het-Heru
House and Year: Ravenclaw 6th Year
Personality: Boring with a side of spontaneous. She's taking med's that really mellow her out usually. She's a very caring person and she wants to make things right.
Model: Morena Baccarin
It's Complicated: The Plot she is currently involved in is being kept hush-hush for right now. So be prepared to read if you want to uncover the truth.
Currently Feeling: Like the biggest, guiltiest slutbag on the face of the planet.Post Style: [align=center][img]http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p113/musical_instrument/masika.png[/img]
[size=9][color=steelblue][b][i]SONG LYRICS HERE.[/i][/b][/color][/size][/align]
[imgleft]http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p113/musical_instrument/masika-1.jpg[/imgleft]POST HERE. 7TH YEAR Character Name: Zaidin Berkeley
House and Year: Ravenclaw 7th Year
Personality: Loving and wonderful and funny. He's got a big heart and he lets people in it too often, but he finds it very hard to find the bad parts in people. He's too trusting, but he's spontaneous and carefree.
Model: Unknown. Some really cute guy off deviantart.
It's Complicated: The Plot he is currently involved in is being kept hush-hush for right now. So be prepared to read if you want to uncover the truth.
Currently Feeling: Betrayed. Angry. Sad. :[Post Style: [align=center][img]http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p113/musical_instrument/zaidin.png[/img]
[size=9][color=darkcyan][b][i]SONG LYRICS HERE.[/i][/b][/color][/size][/align]
[imgleft]http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p113/musical_instrument/zaidin-1.jpg[/imgleft]POST HERE.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:46 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:47 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:49 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:52 am
"...those women who longed for the touch of other's lips and thus invited their kisses."  [puppeteer] Faerlie[you can call me] masika || sabah || het-heru[or even this] Maski [but not these] sabbath, sabah, Misaki[you see] silent, rude, stuck up [i spy] someone who's confused and just getting by.[i am most definitely] female [i suck face with] everybody. :][sorting hat says] ravenclaw[Born into this word] november 15 [to the great sign of] scorpio [and is now] 16 years old[magical for] 6 years[the makers] moira wells and omari het-heru [blood type] pureblood[i wave a] 13 [inch long wand, made of] doom palm [wood, with a core of] griffin feather[patronus] abyssinian cat[pet]none [named] none[i play quidditch as] keeper[who i am] Masika has dark tanned skin with long black silky hair that falls to her shoulders. She's a mixed girl, her father being a dark skinned Egyptian and her mother being from England, pale as can be. She's an average height of 5'6". She's skinny, but muscular as well. She wears minimal make up, only the basics that bring out her features and hide problem areas. A light dash of black eyeliner, some basic foundation and a light dusting of blush to accentuate high cheekbones. Her face is almost doll like in appearance, with soft lips, round nose and dark severe eyes colored a dark brown.
She has a birthmark that she claims looks like a star, and in a way it does. It's located on the back of her neck and she usually finds some way to make it look like a star, but usually ends up failing and hiding her mistake. She wears a necklace her father had made for her when she was only a little one and she never takes it off. It's a silver necklace with stainless steel fastenings. It comes around to a long, narrow oval shaped piece of amber, shined and buffed to perfection.
Masika wears generally extravagent clothing, which, since her entry into Hogwarts, she has had to tone down. It usually consists of shirts with brilliant patterns (usually Asian in style) with metallic accents and corsetted fronts and dark blue jeans. She'll wear a skirt here and there in her free time, but the Hogwarts skirt tends to take the fun out of them for her. When she's sick or doesn't feel good, it's sometimes a sweat suit. Her nails are always neatly trimmed and covered in a clear polish or gold. Her hair styles change so frequently, she doesn't have just a 'trademark' look.[what i was] The Prologue:
"The opening of Africa to Western exploration and exploitation had begun in earnest at the end of the 18th century. By 1835, Europeans had mapped most of northwestern Africa. Among the most famous of the European explorers was David Livingstone, who charted the vast interior and Serpa Pinto, who crossed both Southern Africa and Central Africa on a difficult expedition, mapping much of the interior of the continent. Arduous expeditions in the 1850s and 1860s by Richard Burton, John Speke and James Grant located the great central lakes and the source of the Nile. By the end of the century, Europeans had charted the Nile from its source, the courses of the Niger, Congo and Zambezi Rivers had been traced, and Europe then realized the vast resources of Africa. However, on the eve of the scramble for Africa, Western nations controlled only 10 percent of the continent. The most important holdings were Algeria, held by France; the Cape Colony, held by the United Kingdom; and Angola and Mozambique, held by Portugal. Technological advancement facilitated overseas expansionism. Industrialization brought about rapid advancements in transportation and communication, especially in the forms of steam navigation, railways, and telegraphs. Medical advances also were important, especially medicines for tropical diseases. The development of quinine, an effective treatment for malaria, enabled vast expanses of the tropics to be accessed by whites."
"Britain's occupations of Egypt and the Cape Colony contributed to a preoccupation over securing the source of the Nile River. Egypt was occupied by British forces in 1882 (although not formally declared a protectorate until 1914, and never a colony proper); Sudan, Nigeria, Kenya and Uganda were subjugated in the 1890s and early 1900s; and in the south, the Cape Colony (first acquired in 1795) provided a base for the subjugation of neighbouring African states and the Dutch Afrikaner settlers who had left the Cape to avoid the British and then founded their own republics. In 1877, Theophilus Shepstone annexed the South African Republic (or Transvaal — independent from 1857 to 1877) for the British. The UK consolidated its power over most of the colonies of South Africa in 1879 after the Anglo-Zulu War. The Boers protested and in December 1880 they revolted, leading to the First Boer War (1880-1881). British Prime Minister William Gladstone signed a peace treaty on March 23, 1881, giving self-government to the Boers in the Transvaal. The Second Boer War was fought between 1899 to 1902; the independent Boer republics of the Orange Free State and of the South African Republic (Transvaal) were this time defeated and absorbed into the British empire."
Chapter One:
In 1876, Chike Kanika (27) married his wife, Irisi Hetshepsit (16). The marriage was arranged by their parents when Irisi was born. Chike Kanika was the son of the high priest in his village of Mukarramma, which was on the banks of the Nile River. The priest was chosen by his powers to invoke the gods and goddesses. If they are unable to invoke either, they are not deemed priest-worthy and are let alone, possibly shunned from the family or village, depending on the inhabitants of the village. Chike was able to invoke the gods, and with that, the village crops flourished.
Over the next few years, he and Irisi had their first children, fraternal twins; Azeneth, their daughter born first, and their son Atsu, born two minutes later. Twelve years later, Azeneth fell into the Nile and was swept away by the currents and drowned.
((under construction))[how i act] Masika has about as much of a sense of humor as does a piece of fruit. Nothing strikes her as extremely funny, especially the 'your mother' jokes. She doesn't understand why they're supposed to be funny, because really, they're just down right stupid. She doesn't laugh often, she smiles, yes, but laughter is usually a rare something or other. She comes from a very literal family since her mother died.
When she says she loves someone, she means it. It's not just something thrown around because love is meant to last an eternity. She's a jealous kind of girl, disliking competition for love. She also hates, loathes even, being wrong. Absolutely repulsed by the idea of being wrong.
She's not very forward or confrontational unless subjected to a situation that surprises her (which is hardly um...ever) but she is able to handle herself well and keeps a sense of grace and elegance around her. She prefers to let things settle rather than draw conclusions...but after a while she tends to, especially if there is suspicious activity and very um...inappropriate... rumors floating around.[. ♥ .]girls - birds - flowers - singing - writing - girls - bathing - swimming - getting lost in thought - girls - unicorns - rainbows - fairies - fantasy tales - Alice - Kami - Maddox[. ♥ .] most boys - morons - raw meat - body odor - lectures - potions - Rain - Mary[end] she carries an old notebook with her everywhere filled with things she's written or doodled and lots of post it's reminding her what it's all about. She has glasses but doesn't wear them unless she has to do some reading. Like, hardxcore reading.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:54 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 Jul 25, 2008 8:28 pm
. [mary. regina. perison.] . [pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain...] Faerlie[I was given the name] Mary || Regina || Perison[Buuuttt...most people call me] Mary. Gina. Reggie. Person. [but i'll kill you if you call me] Regina. Perry. Mare. Mer. etc.[You silly people see me as] a complete air head when it comes to certain things. [i find myself to be...] a regular goof-ball, able to make people laugh. I'm pretty intelligent to boot, so keep your nastiness to yourselves please.[i just so happen to like p***s so i'm a] girl [and i like me some] manly men. (she's a closet lesbian).[The sorting hat paused for a minute before shouting...] Hufflepuff![I was born on] August 11 [and the stars say] Leo [and if my parents did the math right i should be] 14 years old[Attending magical school for] 4 years[my creators] Lauren Christine and Victor James Perison [bloodtype] Muggleborn[I wave this...] 10 [inch long thing, made of] cherry [wood, with a core of] unicorn hair.[EXPECTO PATRONUM! Out comes a] Manatee[my two-winged buddy]an elf owl [named] Nerissa[i play qudditch as] right beater[Mirror Mirror on the Wall] Trust me, I'm not that attractive. I have this boring sandy brown hair that falls to just past my shoulders, right? Well, in the summer this boring hair turns extremely blonde and then I've got these blue eyes, see. These blue eyes are like a curse because people mistake me for American all the time and trust me, it gets real old, real fast. So I'm fat, right? I mean, these pictures, I don't know why I even included them in this application because look at that fat gut. I'm a dancer, so I should be skinnier...but I'm not. Ho-hum. People tell me I'm really skinny, but a lot of the time...the tone of their voice leads me to believe they're lying. Which they are. Because I'm huge. Earthquakes happen when I walk, right? I mean, come on, last time I got on the scale I weighed like 102 pounds. Oh, and my doctor says I'm like what, 5'2"? Yeah. 5'2. I'm pretty sure that for my short height, 102 pounds is far too much.
People tell me I have a nice face shape. I'm like 'whatever' and then they just proceed to talk about how nicely oval shaped it is and how nice and full it looks. My face looks full? Thanks for calling me fat face, lard a**. I do however, love my lips. I think they are perfectly shaped and wonderfully full. But not like fat full, just...pretty. I love applying copious amounts of lip gloss and chap stick and everything. Which leads me to make-up! I wear just some foundation, mascara and a little eye liner on a daily basis. Nail polish always somehow finds its way onto my finger nails and Sometimes little designs just 'happen' to pop up. Trust me, painting my nails is way better than doing my potions homework. Really.
My clothes? They fit, but sometimes that makes me feel really self-conscious. Like...I feel like it's really tight and fat is hanging out absolutely everywhere and it disgusts me to the point that I'm late for class because I dash back to the dorms to change because it drives me mad. You know how ridiculous that gets? I love clothes that have Hello Kitty on them, by the way. I think they're absolutely adorable and Hello Kitty makes everything better. Layering shirts is my favorite too.[the making of:] My parents are both muggle born and raised in London, England and have your general English-person's history. They come from a long line of Englishmen and women. My Great-Grandfather was a half wizard, so I'm thinking that's how I got to be where I am. As far as I know, my grandfather and his siblings weren't magical. Maybe magic skips a few generations?
My parents met by mutual friend who set them up on a blind date. It was kind of interesting though, because after their first blind date, they ran into each other at Market just two days lay, sans mutual friend. That's how they knew it was meant to be. They're still incredibly in love, and that makes me happy because I know how rare true, long lasting love is. So I try my best to be good and not cause more stress than needed.
I was born 4 years into their marriage. Conceived near the end of their third year and born one week premature. Not bad and it seems to make sense, since I always seem to be in a constant hurry. I was born with bright red hair. How it turned to this vile concoction of sandy-brown and blonde, I'll never know. I hid the baby pictures of me because my friends didn't believe it was me. At all. So I got sick of them asking, so I hid them.
When I was little, I don't really remember displaying any 'magical qualities', you know? Like some 'magic' kids would go through the 'cut my own hair because I'm cool' stage when they're like...four...and have like really cruddy hair for the day. Then the next day, 'POOF!' it's back. I never had that. I had cruddy hair for three months. I do remember that on summer days when I'd have a glass of water outside, it never seemed to get warm like everyone else's, it just stayed nice, ice cold. Yum. That was the only 'magical thing' I remember from back in the day.
Then, it came. The acceptance and summons letter from 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' all I have to say about that point in time was I was so glad my parents were not catholic or I'd be deemed 'Satan's Child' and then it'd be off to the Convent for me. I'd be a little nun in the hills of Ireland with my privates sewn shut and auctioned off to God from some odd sum of money to be donated to the local church. Right.
Now I'm here. Fourteen years old and completely in a state of surreality because this seems too good to be true. This is the stuff you read about in seven book series, but that last book always seems to be just a slight disappointment, you know? That's how I fear my life at this school will end. They'll write a multi-billion dollar novel about me, sell it world wide, and my epilogue will be like an excerpt from the middle of a book no one's ever read.[dysfunction and personality(ies)] I bite my nails. I paint them and then I bite them. I continuously apply lip gloss or chap stick and am currently working on a formula to make a long-lasting chapstick that feels like it's being applied every so often to reduce the habit.
I may seem a little...well, low in the self-esteem area, but i love to laugh and I love to make people laugh. I can't stand to see people sad or upset and I do my absolute best to at least procure a smile before I leave them to mope. If someone feels unloved, I will make them feel so much love it'll blow their mind. : )[i like me some]Zaidin. Quidditch. Laughing. Hello Kitty. Nail Polish. Chapstick. Lipgloss. Matthias. Oliver. Smiling. Loving. Charms.[i hate me some] Masika. Morons. people who walk slow. potions.[etcetera etcetera etcetera.] I'm a dancer and stretching is just something that just seems to happen, no matter how provocative it may look, it's calming for me. I've really got to figure out a charm to get my stereo to work here because I dance regularly at a studio over the summer and I don't want to be out of shape! I'm currently working on making that charm by the way. It's a fun thing to do, make up charms and stuff. I write them all down, I'm thinking of starting a business for a little extra Hogsmeade spending money. : )[ updated june 14 2008 ]
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:56 pm
. Andromeda . Clarisse . Reinhardt . [she who controls me] Faerlie[my parents bestowed upon me] Andromeda || Clarisse || Reinhardt[but please, call me] Andromeda. Clarisse. Clari. [and refrain from calling me] Android.[some people are under the impression that i'm] snobbish, irritating, stuffy, much too old for my age. [i just see me as] mature, superior and proper.[i rather like buying lingerie so i'm a] girl [and i couldn't possibly imagine life without] men[i was sorted into] hufflepuff[i was born on] November 10 [to the sign] scorpio [and i am now] 15 years old[i have been magical for] 5 years[my parent's are] Carson and Claire Reinhardt [and i am a] Pureblood[my wand is] 14 [inches long, made of] cherry [wood, with a core of] laurel leaf.[it's so cold and happiness has faded. from my wand i send a] jellyfish[my furry friend]Tuxedo Tabby (hat not included) [named] Sylvester[i play sports?] yes i do. left chaser.[what you may see] I'm about 5'11". Tall. Very tall and lanky. I also pride myself on being thin. After all, I can't crave what I already have; perfection. I have long hair, it varies in color, so there's no real set color. My natural color is a light sandy brown. I love playing with my hair and with other people's hair. It's almost a sort of fetish for me, I guess. I like making sure that everything about me is in order. I make sure that every stray eyebrow hair is plucked and that the light layer of foundation is applied perfectly, or that the mascara is applied in such a way that it's there, but you wouldn't jump out and say 'woah. mascara.' The lipgloss must not bleed off the lips and eyeshadow should be on just the eyelids.
speaking of eyes, mine are a nice deep shade of blue. I know my skin is a pale color, with rosy cheeks and a small, slightly pointed nose. My lips are a nice shape and also a pale shade, almost blending into my skin color, so I wear high contrasting colored lip glosses. I paint my nails too, sometimes, nothing too outlandish or childish, like something out of picasso's work, just a simple color and a clear coat to seal it on. I never chew my nails, while we're on that topic, I neatly trim them. Hangnails are never pulled, but neatly clipped.
My clothing is appropriate for my age; the current styles, but toned down or toned up. I dislike blending in. I stand out or I disappear. I want no comparison to anyone else. I strive to be unique, and if anyone starts to copy my style, I'll change it so abruptly that no one will know what happened. I love jeans and layered shirts and sweatshirts that only zip down halfway, then have a large full pocket. Those, my friend, are love. I wear comfortable shoes, like flats and slip-ons. Fashion is my life. I don't leave the house without make up on and every hair in place. I make sure everything is perfect before I show myself to the world. Who wants to look at something messy and barbaric? Not I.
[this is who i used to be] I was born in fall, to mother Claire Reinhardt and father Carson Reinhardt. We lived in England for a long, long time. My parents were always using magic around the house, and I always wanted to learn. My father used to make little glowing ballerinas dance for me before I slept.
On that note, when I was five, my mother enrolled me in a ballet class, which I continued until I turned eleven. I had gotten my Hogwarts letter, but term had already started, so I was to be enrolled in the next term, and a follow up mailer would come the next summer. While I was not in the class, I continued to do ballet as an independent study.
Along with taking ballet, my mother made me take lessons for string instruments, mainly viola, violin and cello. I still play them, but I fell absolutely in love with the cello. It's sound is so deep and rich and I could dance to a cello quartet any day of the month.
When I was seven, my mother had a mental breakdown and almost killed my father and ran off with me, I didn't want to go. She was an insane lady and after seeing what she had done to my father, I was terrified she'd do it to me. I managed to get away from her and I ran to my neighbors house and told them what had happened. they called the police and within the hour she was detained. My father was on the way to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries and she was on her way to the psych ward
During that time, I lived with my neighbors who took me in as their own. I was okay friends with their son, but he was kind of a jerk, so I mostly conversed with his parents. Their son was a demonic little thing, always tugging my hair and pushing me down. After my father had recovered, the little jerk made a jab about my mother being...well, i believe his exact words were 'a ******** psycho.' So I punched him. Square in the face and broke his nose. I loved my mother and he had no right to talk about her like that.
When my mother was finally discharged from St. Mungo's psych ward, I was already halfway through my second year of Hogwarts. She sent me a howler telling me to come back that instant, but my father sent me a very nice note telling me that it would be okay to remain, and that mommy was just a little unstable right now. She had forgotten she was a witch. I still don't understand why she was released. She's not stable at all.[this is how i am] I am a neat freak, or as others refer to me, a tightwad. Whatever. I will stand up for what's right. If you get on my bad side consistently, I will have to punch you. In the face. I don't take no for an answer and I'm so determined, it hurts. I strive to achieve and I don't think I'm the best. I know I'm the best. I don't strive for perfection in myself, because I already possess it. You may think that makes me self-centered, but think what you want, I call it high self-esteem.
I don't care what people think about me. If they think I'm a b***h, I would honestly prefer that they tell me to my face, instead of taking the coward's way out and carving it on the bathroom wall. I prefer honesty and loyalty from my friends, the same that I give to them. I have a sort of view of 'tough love', but once I'm yours, I'm yours for good. I will love you to the best of my ability, even beyond that. I will strive to be your perfection.[what is good]Matthias. Fashion. Perfection. Achievement. Feel-good stuff. Fuzzy things. Avant-garde. Vegetables. Cello. Hollywood [Randle].[what is disgusting] Mess. Clutter. Baggy clothes. Fatty foods. Failure.[what else is there to say?] She wants to be loved, basically. She doesn't want people to have a reason to tell her she's a b***h or a tightwad. She wants to be liked for who she is.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:00 pm
[my mistress] Faerlie[you can call me] Lolita || Avena || Doerity[but i mostly go by] Dotey, Lola, Ave, Loli, Lollypop. [don't call me] anything out of name.[other people's opinions] a crazy girl with some serious issues. [self-perception] disillusioned, out of place, awkward[i'm a] girl [i'm drawn to] no one really right now. But if I was, it would be boys.[The hat paused before shouting,] Slytherin[i was born] May 10 [to the sign] Taurus [and i'm] 13[Experienced] 3 years[my parents are] Jeanetta George and Christopher Doerity [bloodtype] pure[my wand is] 13 [inches long, made of] Chechen [wood, with a core of] petrified ginger root ((all of these have a healing property.))[my patronus is] Chameleon (pic later)[pet] n/a [named] n/a[quidditch] No.[if looks could kill] Dotey is pale. Her skin is free of all blemishes. She washes her face every night with an exfoliating scrub imported from Italy. She showers every morning and perfects the make-up so meticulously applied to her face. A light lining of eye liner. One coat of mascara and a basic three shade palette of eye shadow.
Her eyes are a blue-grey in color, rimmed with a deep ocean sea blue that only a sailor sees at twilight reflected in the water. Her eyelashes are long extend over her eye enough to protect it from small particles.
Her lips are full and plump, carefully shaped to fit just right on her face and protect teeth spaced evenly. Her nose is short and rounded, carefully placed right between her eyes and above her perfect lips.
She's a skinny girl. One would believe her to be malnourished, but really she's not. She's just the perfect weight, if not a little less. She has long lanky arms and awkward legs, but still a beautiful stature and poise about herself that makes men swoon, although she turns them down graciously. She seems very solemn and reserved, keeping mostly to herself and doesn't have very many friends. She has plenty of acquaintances, but she only allows very few people in. Very, very, very few.
So don't expect open arms and a warm smile.[the greatest story never told] All people mentioned are magical unless otherwise stated: It started back in the 1860s, when Alexander Doerity was born. The sky outside was cloudy and dark and large rain drops fell from the sky as his mother screamed and the midwife extracted him. 23:07, July 17, 1862. His birth was officially declared. The new world was already discovered, but to Alexander, this was the new world, and it needed all the exploring it could get.
Alexander never knew his father. The man had apparently up and left, exploring America and hoping to strike it rich in the Industrial revolution. There was no word from him, and he was deemed dead. Months later, the death certificate arrived in the mail. There was no money to send the body, and no money to come to America for a funeral. A crude casket was built and a respectful empty casket ceremony was held.
Alexander had continued his education, graduating and meeting the love of his life, the darling Celene Kelly. After a few years of seeing each other, they married in 1888. He was 26, she was 16. Two years later, with a successful marriage so far, they had children. Fraternal twins; a boy and a girl. Adam and Julia respectively.
Julie died when she was 7 from heart and brain complications. Adam lived a healthy life until he was 17 and things began getting weird for him. He was hearing voices in his head. He was later diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
In 1909 he met Bethany Walker they had a fling. She got pregnant and they eventually got married. She was 36, he was 19. In the fall after their beautiful winter wedding, their son was born: Julius Doerity. He had not inherited his father's schizophrenia. At the age of 14, he dropped school and thought he could make it big in a musical carreer, but he didn't and spent his life on the streets, too pride to go back to his parents. During his time of homelessness, he was found by the sympathizing Judy Fletcher, who took in the malnourished man and nursed him back to health. They fell in love and started seeing each other romantically in 1929. They were married in 1933, he was 21 and she was 35. They had a total of seven children together, one of them being the oldest, Christopher Winslo Doerity.
Not only had Christopher inherited his grandfather's schizophrenia, he also developed bi-polar disorder and dyslexia at a young age, making him near impossible to deal with. Christopher was committed at the age of 12. His nurse broke him out of the institution and they eloped together. Christopher Doerity had married Jeanetta George. They had one child.
Dotey was born May 10.
Her father was receding back to his old ways, becoming agressive and unpredictable. He was unable to make up his mind and he was frustrated. He took his anger out on Dotey, belittling her efforts, sneering at her, putting her down. He said she was disgusting. He called her a filthy whore at the age of five because her best friend was Alfred from down the street and they went to the park everyday. He didn't know any better.
Sometimes, when she actually did something that warranted punishment, (such as not taking out the garbage) he would lock her in a trunk in the back shed until he remembered she was there. He'd blindfold her and lead her to a cleared area in the great room and tell her to be perfectly still or she'd fall from however many feet he felt like. He would lock her in the closet on special occasions, when he had guests over or during the holidays when grandma visited.
He'd trip her on her way down the stairs because he thought it was fun, or burn her hands on the stove top because she had burned dinner and he wanted her to know what it was like for the food.
When she was eight, Dotey disappeared into herself. She began blacking out and not remembering what had happened at all, yet her mother said she was right there, talking to her. Happy as could be about something exciting that had happened that day.
She was taken to a psychologist and diagnosed with Dissociative Personality Disorder, or multiple personalities. The psychologist could not determine at that moment how many personalities lived within Dotey, and he asked for a check up in a year.
At the age of nine, Dotey had seven consciouses sharing her mind, plus her own.
When she received her Hogwarts letter, her parents were hesitant to let her go. After discussing it (the one time her father was sane enough to make sentences) they decided to let her go for a year to see if it was something to get her out of her shell. It was a 'growing experience' as her mother said.[personality] Dotey has seven personalities.
1. Benedetta - A lovely 12 year old proper girl from italy. She is a bleeding heart romantic who read too many of her mother's romance novels. She is not interested in any one's life unless it's juicy gossip, or hers. The demeanor change that occurs within Dotey when Benedetta emerges is she gets quiet. Her posture improves and she wears a polite smile and her ankles are crossed and tucked under her and she seems either interested or disinterested.
2. Sasha - An angry 16 year old rebel girl from America. She hates everyone, but she has a tendency to connect with people on a personal level. Trust me, she's been there. The demeanor change that occers within Dotey when Sasha emerges is she gets rather angry looking quickly about nothing in particular. She could yell and throw a fit over what you've been explaining.
3. Godfrey - a homosexual boy that is desperately searching for love. He raves about everything fabulous and loves to listen to Celine Dion. The demeanor change that occurs within Dotey when Godfrey emerges is she leans (generally to the left) with her arm on a surface supporting her head and she crosses her right leg over her left and seems geniunely interested. She also speaks like a stereotypical homosexual man.
4. Maria - a five year old girl who has abandonment issues. She cries a lot and talks in the third person. The demeanor change that happens in Dotey when Maria emerges is she seems to get very small and childish.
5. Lily - Lily is like the secretary of Dotey's brain. She's a confident woman. She listens to people and protects Dotey from the world outside. The demeanor change that occurs within Dotey when Lily emerges is she seems to radiate confidence and she seems almost motherly.
6. Colette - Colette doesn't appear much. She's a musician and loves animals. She's like Dotey's college acitivist and artistic side. The demeanor change that happens within Dotey when Colette emerges is she begins to hum a lot and seem a little cheerier. She has a slight lisp when she talks.
7. Theodore - Theodore, or Teddy, is a 27 year old man who likes to tap dance and sing old songs from the '60s. The demeanor change that happens within Dotey when Teddy emerges is she seems a little more masculine in her walk and her voice gets deeper as she speaks. She has an ego when Teddy pops in.
The Real Lolita Avena Doerity:
Dotey has several personalities already discussed. When Dotey is her normalself, she is paranoid, careful, intelligent and quiet. She's almost like a shadow in that aspect. All she really wants is for someone to understand and be the light in her world of darkness.
She's very smart, and sometimes she can be kind of a jerk and she doesn't realize it. She normally doesn't apologize unless someone is upset and confronts her about it, and even then she won't apologize unless she feels she has actually wronged that person. She's damn honest too, but she mostly keeps to herself.
[likes] quiet. windows. warm water. bird watching. thinking about nothing. warm blankets. fruits and veggies. music. the scent of the ocean. aromatherapy candles. lavender scented anything. [dislikes] any sort of real touch*. loud noises. sleep**. meat. dark closed spaces. yellow^. [other/misc.] * the touch issue is obvious if you have read her biography. Her father was physically agressive towards her and so the thought of any sort of touch is mind boggling. Instead of her freaking out everytime she is touched, a new personality springs into action to protect her.
** sleeping was hard for Dotey. She always had crazy nightmares, which she assumed was from that days events and the seven other consciouses occupying her brain. She had developed insomnia.
^ Yellow is actually a terrifying color for Dotey. This issue is unresolved and seems to have sparked from some sort of dream.
Dotey has some frequent nightmares. They're terrifying and generally involve sleep walking. Not many people know of her disorder as her personalities don't pop up as normally as they do in others with the disorder. If someone hangs out with her enough, they can probably deduce enough of a guess as to what's going on.
The only people who are aware of her condition are her parents, Dumbledore, Snape and Trelawney. The latter two work in combination to keep her personalities under control.
[ updated 5.26.08 - changed pictures added banner ]
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:03 pm
{ Amanda . Juliette . Lilliquist } [undesirably yours,] Faerlie[i was crowned] Amanda || Juliette || Lilliquist[if that's too complicated, call me] Amanda. Juliette. Manda. [however, calling me this may be hazardous to your health:] Man. Man-duh. Julie. Lilliquist.[i know you all say that i am] kind of a b***h who needs an attitude adjustment. Or that I'm prude or a whore. Could we make up our minds? I can't be both. [of course i see myself as] someone who likes to play around. I'm a fun loving kind of girl who maybe takes things just a bit too far.[my plumbing is indoors so i'm a] woman. [i like my plumbing outdoors, like a] man[I was placed into the all powerful] Slytherin[the world was a better place on] June 25 [and the stars glowed a bright sign of] Cancer [so many years ago;] 17[Years of experience?] 7[my biological parents] Alyssa Johnson and Danehew Lilliquist, [my wicked step mother:] Fiona Georges [with the blood type of a] pureblood[my weapon of choice] 14 [inches long, made of] mahogany [wood, with a core of] dragon heartstring[my silver smokey savior] Grizzly Bear Cub[my animal companion is a] Ferruginous Pygmy-Owl [named] Romeo[quidditch] absolutely not.[mirror, mirror on the wall] My hair is short, dark, parted in the middle, falling gracefully into layers just at my chin. It's boring, but I like it. It says that I'm not completely full of myself, because really, I'm not. I have a high self-esteem (well, that's what I'd like you to think). My face is a healthy full shape, framing a petite nose, full lips and blue eyes and, like the rest of my body, has honey colored skin stretched over toned muscles (that didn't used to be there a few years ago, I was a fat-a** third year girl).
My body has adapted well to becoming more fit. The summer between third and fourth year, I was diagnosed with diabetes due to my overweight state, and was told if I didn't get my weight under control, I would be dead within years. I got my s**t together and worked out, ate healthier and had meetings with my nutritionist. Now I am a slender girl, tied to a pump, standing at a height of 5'10. I shower everyday, shave my legs every other, and pluck my eyebrows once a week.
I wear clothes, thanks. I wear normal clothes, like designer jeans and shirts. You know, that stuff some of you peasants dream of wearing. I always get the best. My shoes were imported from Italy and my jeans from France. My shirts come all the way from Japan and China just so they can fit me. I wear what I want, when I want and how I want. You and I may have the same shirt, but one of us has got to change and I can tell you right now, it's not going to be me. I wear it better anyway.[history/biography] past and present, at least 3 paragraphs [my psychological blessings] I dislike myself, okay? Let's get that out of the way now. I still view myself as that fat little girl on the verge of death. I am still haunted by that doctor's appointment and I frequently dream of what would have happened had I not taken my doctor seriously. If I hadn't gotten my life under control. Every so often I can't find solace in another person, and I have to sneak in a major binge eating. I work out religiously for the next week and make up some sort of sickness to get me out of eating too much.
There. I said it, okay? Now here's the rest; I like to sing. I'm shy about it though, so if I'm singing in the common room and you like it, don't ******** mention it or I might never sing again. Of course, for some people, that may be okay. I like to paint my nails and I like to pierce things. I pierced my lip by myself at my mother's house and I pierced my little sister's ears on her eighth birthday (it was a sterile procedure, I swear) and I pierce my friends' ears. It's a hobby, almost. I love the looks of pain on their faces, and the blood that runs from the puncture for so many minutes after. It's just an adrenaline rush. Of course all of my work is sanitary and secret, on a word of mouth basis and of course I charge.[aphrodisiacs] * Maddox.
* Piercings.
* Music.
* Singing.
* Maddox.
* Boys.
* The environment.[anaphrodisiacs] - Masika.
- Nerds.
- Ophelia.
- Morons.
- History.[other/misc.] i like monkeys. a lot. it's unhealthy.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:05 pm
 [supporting actress] Faerlie[they thought it was funny to call me] Junko || Keiko || Saehara[You can call me] Junko. [you may not call me] Junk-o. Anything outside of what my name really is.[other people have described me as...] Some sort of really good loking b***h. A crazy person with a mad and distorted sense of reality who is more than likely going to scale the outside of the castle by the end of her seventh year. I am also perceived as two faced, which is okay, because both faces are beautiful. [i see myself as...] God's gift to the earth with a lovely sense of humor and a wonderful taste in music. Basically, I'm the entire package. I'm a wonderful person and I'm going to do whatever I please.[Considering I have two X chromosomes, That makes me a] girl [who sucks beautiful face with] everyone[The first day of school, that stupid hat put me in] Slytherin[God graced the earth with me on] July 17 [When the stars read] Cancer [and I have improved the world for] 15 years[I've made Hogwarts a more beautiful place for] 5 years[My unworthy parents are] Akiko and Takishi Saehara [and they make my bloodline] pure[The wand is] 13 [inches long, made of] Apricot [wood, with a core of] Seaweed [my happy wand friend is a] Komodo Dragon[My pets]Indian Eagle Owl [named] Kiki[quidditch] haha. You're kidding, right? ...Right?[The extent of God's gift:] I am asian. Specifically, 100% pureblooded magical Japanese. Yes, my eyes are slightly slanted and I take part in crazy street fashion. I am addicted to platform shoes, outstanding colors, risqué dresses. Anything that is unusual is probably in my wardrobe. I also really like traditional asian clothing, the stuff from way back in the day when kimono's were the latest fad. Yes, those are beautiful, and since I'm beautiful, I can wear it and look beautiful times two.
So you've heard the clothes I can wear, think I can pull them off? I'm a typical asian girl, basically skin and bones because all we eat is rice and fish, right? Wrong. I just work out a lot. I stuff my face with junk food daily, trust me, this body is more of a burden then some realize, but it's really nice when boys try to be smooth because they want my body. I'm not interested in those guys, because my mind is just as radiant as my face. I am slender, however, and I tend to enjoy showing it off, so maybe that uniform skirt gets hiked up or rolled over to make it shorter, somehow that sweater and shirt just...shrink? And oh no, there's my stomach for the rest of the day.
Well, that is until I'm caught and a professor fixes it. I color my hair, mostly highlights, because that is all my mother is going to let me do with my hair while I'm still living under her roof. The minute I'm out of that place, my hair is going every color of the rainbow. Trust me, I'm going to be so freaking colorful, it'll be like a techinicolor move threw up on me.
I am the epitomy of 'win'. I don't understand why my parents would settle for less and move to this country where their version of 'style' is everyone wearing the same thing. It's boring, and monotone and...bland. Eugh. I stand out like a drag queen on Christmas. Except for I wear what a Drag Queen won't. There. I said it. I dress like a dyke Drag King with a hot mess of no style.
I wear loose, skimpy clothing on my off days. I like some short-shorts and tank tops, cami's, flats and converse all stars, low-tops of course. If I could walk around in my bikini all day, trust me, I'd be in absolute heaven. The more skin showing, the comfier I am. I don't feel confined to 'the man', man.  [The Past of God's Gift] Basically, my parents are squares. They went to this renowned Japanese magic school or whatever and no one's ever heard of it because it's superior and whatnot. I don't care. My father moved here to England with his boring job. He does a muggle job, and I'm going to strive to be above that. I don't want to be a computer programmer or an anesthesiologist. No. I want to be something great, like an Auror or something. So that's what I'm going to do. I do all of my work, hand it in on time and I get good grades.
My parents don't talk to each other much. They don't talk to me much. They're basically cyborgs trying to keep me under control. Sure, we've got money and we've got a whole mess of magic to make things easier, but... I wish they had done something... I don't know, extravagent? Romantic? You know? I really hoped that they had run away together because their families were in constant feud, and then joined the circus and were married by the Fat Priest Ringmaster on Closing night.
Or something. They met in an Advanced Arithmancy class, were study partners and got married because they were bored. I assume they were in love at one point, but The flames have kind of died out. It's kind of just a small bed of warm ashes because all of the embers had gone out. I know one day they'll get back into the swing of love and marriage and I'll be the one to do it for them because they're too damn proud to admit one of them is the culprit to the fire going out.
My grandparents are a lot more fun than my parents, and I spend most of my summer with them! They met in that same silly school but in a Charms class, and a love charm went awry and they've just been in love, even after the charm wore off. They're fun and still in love and they're in that mean kind of love where they make fun of each otehr but they still get some every night, you know?
Anyway, when I turned eleven I got that letter, right? It was sweeeet. My parents took me everywhere, like they knew where to get all of the stuff and all of the stuff I needed. It was pretty exciting. They didn't use magic at home, really, so it was really cool to see them thrown back into their element. They knew exactly what was going on. They were, however, puzzled over the fact that I had not exhibited magical abilities.
That was okay, because my first year, I was a rowdy little bugger with uncontrollable fits of magic that sent things flying. Unfortunately for Professor Snape, it was generally in his class (and he really hasn't forgiven me), but the hook nosed jerk kept calling me out, so I in turn, trashed his class room.
[God's Gift's Etiquette] I chew my nails, I bite the inside of my lip and I am very, very fond of talking about people. But I was raised right. I talk about people behind their backs. It's called manners. I guess some would call me two-faced. I think I'm human. Everyone talks about some body behind their backs at some point, I'm just taking advantage of the right while it's still around. Perhaps I exploit it a little, but nothing too major. I don't kill people over it.
I'm also very...very...um...how did grandma put it? ...Very...lesbian bar drunk. Apparently I'm loud, touchy-feeling and I walk with a slight stagger when I laugh. (Because it's hard to see). Whatever, I take pride in who I am. And let's look at the bright side. At least I'm not...you know...fat.[The way to Heaven] Lyra (off and on).
Girls.
Boys.
The world.
Anything in general that moves.
chocolate.
Advances in Technology.
Dance Mixes.[Burn in Hell] Any Gryffindor.
(I don't care if you've done anything to me or not. You suck. Stop griping and get on with life.)
Morons.
People who walk insanely slow.
Dull colors.
Guys who thing they're all that and a bag of chips.
Girls who think it's cute to pretend to be a lesbian.
Clowns.
Spiders.
Mother.
[other facts:] I know I didn't mention this before, but...My mom is the biggest b***h in the world. She is the queen of Howlers. I'm pretty sure I receive one once a week detailing the lackluster sex she had with my father or about how she read my diary and finally exposed me to the school as a big flaming bisexual whore. Thanks a lot, you crazy psycho b***h.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:08 pm
[the dictator] Faerlie[let my name touch your unworthy lips] Azula || Kira || Tanaka[you can call me] Azula. Goddess. My Lady. [i better not hear you call me] anything outside of what I said.[i know you talk about me behind my back] a charming girl, with practically no flaws, sweet and willing to help, almost a sense of insanity behind a golden exterior. "hi, why are you in Slytherin?" [but i don't care, your opinions mean nothing...] I'm probably going to crush you anyway. I can be pleasant. I can be totally reasonable, yes. But I like to be in control and the center of attention. I want to be the best at everything. I am not afraid to belittle your existence.[i'm a queen so i am a] girl [and i spend my nights with] whomever.[i reside with the snakes in] slytherin.[i was born] January 15 [to the stars that read] Capricorn [and I lived] 16 years[I've squashed the dreams of many for] 6 years[my unworthy genetic benefactors are] Yumeko and Akihiko [and my blood runs] pure[my wand is] 12.5 [inches long, made of] birch [wood, with a core of] chimera hair[my patronus is] a Hydra[My pet...] Does not exist. [named] No.[quidditch] Haha, you're funny.[Beauty radiates from my pores...] Before we start, I'm going to make one thing clear: I am Japanese. Do not confuse me for Chinese or Korean because if you do, don't be surprised if something important to you disappears.
My hair is black. Remember, I'm asian, we all look so alike, don't we? It's long. Very long. It rests on my lower back, especially when straightened. I wash it every day, so don't you dare call me a dirty jap. I am very clean. My nails are even in length and dirt is far too afraid to even become lodged under them. There is an even coat of clear polish on each nail.
My skin is pale. I don't see the light of day very often, and when I do, I wear super strength sunscreen. I am in control of everything. Tan lines don't exist on this body. I'm too perfect for them, you should know that by now. My make-up is of fashion-magazine quality. A generous (but subtle) amount of shadow and liner on the eyes, with a full volume mascara used sparingly. A full coverage foundation and cover up (not that I need it), blended to minimize the appearance of make-up lines is stretched over my face.
Exfoliation is a part of any morning routine I have. There are no blemishes. They spread onto other students and it's probably some contagious disease. I don't believe in disease. I mean, sure it's there, I guess, but it doesn't affect me so why do I care? Truthfully, it's just one less person in the world and that means one less person to fight off of those boots. [helter skelter...] The Start: In 1901, Megumi Asawarae was born to parents Akira and Kimiko. She was the second child to them, their first being their son Hideo. Hideo was 11 at the time, already attending Hogwarts, already sorted into the Slytherin house. Her parents had immigrated 15 years ago, getting married when they entered the country. They moved in with Kimiko's great uncle who lived in the Asawarae estate, and when he died several years later due to heart and lung complications, he left the house to the family.
Megumi was the epitomy of diva. When she moved into the Asawarae estate with her family, she thought they were royalty and demanded to be treated like a princess. She threw food on the ground if it was perfectly fine, but not if she found one small thing wrong with it.
Over the next couple of years her behavior soon mellowed out and she became almost pleasant to be around.
Almost.
Over the course of the next few years she would get agressive if things did not go her way, but the impulses were quickly controlled and she resumed her usual charming nature.
When she turned 11 she received her letter to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin. She was meticulous about everything. Her hair was always jsut right, only three puffs of perfume or body spray, 15 minutes in the shower, four counts of free flow shampoo and conditioner. Conditioner left in for 3 minutes then rinsed thoroughly. Legs and arm pits shaven and clothes never wrinkled.
She was perfection and no one doubted that.
In her 6th year, she met Ryobu Kyobashi. They fell in love and after she graduated they were married. Four years into their marriage they had a son, Shin'ichi whom they loved dearly. Shin'ichi was a normal boy who went off to Hogwarts when he was eleven. Etcetera. Etcetera.
When Shin'ichi was 6, Megumi was pregnant again, this time giving birth to Yumeko. Yumeko was her pride and joy, a genuine angel in her eyes and every wish that girl wanted was fulfilled. Yumeko only partially took after her mother's compulsive habits. Her appearance had to be perfect, but she was genuinely charming and an all around wonderful girl.
Which is why she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Her brother picked on her, considering he was a true Slytherin in his seventh year by the time she was a first year. She could be fierce and defend herself against the older kids who thought it would be fun to pick on her because she was small.
In her 5th year she met Akihiko Tanaka who was in her year. They were on and off for a long time. They graduated and five years later, met up and were married. They had one child: Azula.
 My Story: I was born January 15, 1974. I was perfect. I was a healthy sized baby. I was spoiled. Spoiled rotten.
When I was four, my mother bought me a kitten. It was a harmless little thing. Cute, even. It was a little uncoordinated and loved to play with string. I played with that kitten every day. Fed it and brushed it and petted it and loved it. But one day, it turned on me. It bit me. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make me angry. The poor kitty, bless her soul, got her neck broken and died. I'm not sure if it was my hands breaking it or when I threw it across the room and it hit the wall...I don't know.
I worked up those tears and laid her in her bed, arranging her so it didn't look like I had done the deed, then told my mommy... "Mommy! Mommy! Amaterasu's not breathing anymore!" and for the first time, I faked every single tear that fell from my eye. From the 'funeral' for that ungreatful beast to the next few days.
When I was eight years old, I met some of the neighbors. Great Uncle's house had gained a few neighbors and one of the girls who lived across the street was a little younger than I. Definitely british. Her name was Jessica (oh how I hated that name!) and she was blonde. Her hair was a mess of curls and her eyes were a penetrating blue.
I hated her from the very first words to fly out of her unworthy, tainted, bad teeth mouth. "Hello."
I smiled politely at her and we went and played in the forest. By the creek. Her laughter was like some sort of mechanical malfuntion and every time it rang through the woods I wanted to end it. Abruptly.
We played closer and closer to the stream that was rushing with winter meltoff waters. It was going fast and the stones were slippery with water and algae. We were playing on them. I was mostly on the dry ones, but Jessica was a daredevil kind of idiot. She fell. Techinically, I didn't kill her.
But techinically, I didn't help her either.
I watched her flow down the river screaming for help and bobbing under the water like a message in a bottle sent out to sea. The minute she came back up and was silent...I went and called my mother. The fake tears stung my eyes again, but they made me so persuasive.
Jessica's mommy was devastated, and she moved away to have more ugly babies somewhere else in Britain.
I was forced to go to a therapy session for troubled children. It was for troubled children because troubled children had seen death. I saw death, I caused death...
I faked my way out of those meetings like a POW.
I had anti-depressants, and I never took them. They ended up in the garbage.
That was when I stopped sleeping. I took to staying up late into the night. Coloring, drawing...thinking. Nothing more dangerous than a killer left to her own mind, right?
When I was 11, I was delighted to receive a letter stating my acceptance to Hogwarts. It was a wizardry school. My mother had been worried because I had not displayed any sort of magical ability yet, but truth was, I probably had. I was magically able to get people to believe every lie I told.
When I was to be sorted, I was called up. I was closer to the bottom of the list and I was definitely unafraid. I didn't care that my mind was to be probed by some grimey hat. It was the grimey hat that worried me. I hated anything dirty, but thankfully for me, it hadn't even touched my head before it screamed Slytherin.
And then there was the applause. I was the center of attention for that one moment in time.
And from then on, I was determined to stay the center.[A sociopath? My goodness, no...] I am incapable of love. I am incapable of loving or being loved or watching love movies. I'm cold-hearted. I don't think anyone is worthy to be in my prescence. I'm shallow and callous. I don't care if it hurts you in the process, that's what I do. I am incapable of compassion and understanding. I'm controlling and needs to be in control, no matter what it be; a one night stand or a week long little fling with some unknowing fool. I lead you on.
I'm an infidel. I'm promiscuous and I like to ... get a feel for a new person ... if you catch my drift. I hate animals, hence the lack of a pet. I'm a pathological liar and am the first to lay the blame, fabricate a story and make sure people know damn well it was not me. I don't sleep. Not usually.
I never recognize your rights and I sees my self-serving behaviors as permissible. I may appear to be charming, yet I'm covertly hostile and domineering, seeing my victim as merely an instrument to be used. I will dominate and humiliate you.
Of course to you, I seem a little too perfect, perhaps. Charming. A smile on my face and rather polite. Almost like a Gryffindor. But more pleasant and less trouble and not as irritating and under your skin. I seem almost laid back, a comfortable person to be around. Friends to everyone. Why am I in slytherin? It seems almost a mistake...
...almost.
You would be unable to sense my real motives unless you were an actual... I don't know ... psychiatrist? So don't try to label me as something I'm clearly not. At least, something I'm not in public.[i really, really like] - Ryan
- Lyra
- Books
- Organizing
- Cleaning
- Ruining Lives
- Acting
- Reading
- Drawing
- Imperfection[i absolutely despise] - Being Hated
- Being Wrong
- First Years
- Love Stories with Sappy Endings
- Loud noises
- Animals
- Imperfection[other/misc.] Azula has read the book 'Helter Skelter' quite a few times, and receives pleasure every time she reads it. She has a diary with newspaper clippings of articles about any homicides and serial killers, as well as two other diaries, one to write in during her free time and one to write in before bed. The one during her free-time is always written in green ink from a simple ball-point pen and the one before bed is in black ink.
She is slightly obsessive compulsive, putting a focus on her appearance and her 'image' rather than actually you know...studying.
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:13 pm
[hey babe, what's your name?] Faerlie[You can call me;] Eriol || Douglas || Turner[but the chicks prefer;] Eli. Bumblebee (("That's strictly for the ladies, ya dig?")), Eriol. [heh, i know you punks prefer;] fatty, a*****e, whatever.[the ladies like what they see;] A smooth talker. A real man, ya dig? Sure there might not be much of a brain on my shoulders, but there's a lot of braun on my side. They think I'm a clown, see and chicks dig clowns. Especially ones who don't give a damn. [but really, i just want] someone to hold me through the night? Sure. Whatever. I'm a kickass kid and I'm pretty rowdy. I don't really care what anyone thinks. Except the ladies.[i kiss my muscles and flex them often so I'm a] Dude [and i like to check out the] Ladies.[the cat who knows where it's at is in] Gryffindor[National day of braun] December 4 [and the stars were proud to be] Saggitarius [and I've approved this message for] 17 years[and i've aimlessly wandered these halls for] 7 years (("Damn cut off. I could be outta this joint by now."))[the 'rents:] Anthony Turner and Idina Williams [but my mom ran off and 'married'] Tracie Dawson; [and my blood runs] half-and-half (("I'm not a bisexual! D:" ...*sigh*))[heh, my stick is] 12 [inches long, made of] Oak [wood, with a core of] dragon heartstring [when the dark ruins the mood] GRIZZLY BEAR. ARRRGHHH. biggrin DD[my furry companion is a] Barn Owl [named] Raptor![sports?] Quidditch is for wusses.[the mirror is happier to see me than I am] I think I'm very attractive. I like to think my smile is seductive and...wild. ...Dangerous. I can see it. I can dig it. I'm one smooth boy. I work out at least three times a week. Weightlifting you know, keep the guns in shape. Gotta make the ladies swoon, you know. My hair is a mess, but it's the mess that really makes the chicks hot for me. I'm a rather hairy person, but I tend to keep the visible amounts tame and under control. Gotta look clean for the ladies. They only like controlled chaos.
I stand at about 6'7" ((No he doesn't. He's 5'11")) and I'm very strong, like I could lift a car if I wanted. ((No, he can hardly open a new jar of pickles.)) I'm a slick kind of guy and my clothes are chic. ((They're clean at best)) I'm a bit of a rebel. The tie's not so tied, the clothes are wrinkly, that top button of the shirt is undone to show off the pec's just a bit. ((He just woke up.)) I like to look at myself in the mirror, you know. I'm beautiful, right?
I wear whatever smells halfway clean and then I douse it in cologne. Chicks dig that, I hear. That's all they do in America, so that's all I'm gonna do here. I like jeans. I really, really, really like jeans and graphic t-shirts. They are probably the cheese to my macaro-- wow, I sound like a homo. They are my entire trunk. And uh, I prefer boxers rather than briefs, okay? So ladies you can stop wondering. [history/biography] UNDER CONSTRUCTION[personality] I'm flirtatious, I'll admit that. I like to flirt, flirting is fun? Whatever. I like women, so I like to make them feel special and what else makes you feel special than a real hot guy flirting with you? I don't know. I'd be happy if a hot guy was flirt-- I mean, a Hot chick was flirting with me. Hot chick. Right. Like hot wings. Mmm...
People tell me I have homosexual tendencies, that I'm a little too obsessed with women to be completely straight. Whatever. I'm not gay so please stop telling me I am. I know my mom's a lesbian and all, but really, for seriously, shut up. I also don't take well to people making fun of my mothers? Okay? So uh, unless you want your own balls stuffed down your throat, shut up. I am allowed to make fun of your mothers, but that's different: you only have one.
I like to joke around, too. I can seem like a douchebag at times, I guess. But I don't really give a ********. I'm sweet and you just don't know it yet. You'll come around. I also have this habit where I like to talk. And usually it's very hard for me to stop, ya dig? So I tend to get detention for the inability to shut up. Oops. Oh well, Professor Snape was never my favorite anyway. Sorry, dude.[these be good, ya dig?]
* Chicks.
* Hot wings
* Intentionally blowing up potions.
* Talking.
* Chicks.
* Fire.
* mmm...Hot Wings.[these are like...stupid.]
* Slytherins. (They suck, ya dig?)
* Quidditch players
* That classical music garbage.
* Fags.
* Books.
* Work.
* Spiders.[other/misc.] random facts or anything you'd like to add. for example, note how they would meet everybody
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