Post by karina on Jul 13, 2009 1:08:52 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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CORINA ELENA CREEVEY[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Cori, Lena, Ce
AGE: Twenty-one
YEAR: - -
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
D.O.B.: November second
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Hufflepuff
ALLEGIANCE: Member of the Order of the Phoenix
PROFESSION: Owner of the Leaky Cauldron
WAND TYPE: 9 inch, Cedar, Veela hair
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Blue-green
HEIGHT: 5 foot 7 inches
WEIGHT: 120 pounds
BODY TYPE: Slim and thin, but fairly toned
VOICE: Usually a soft, quiet tone, but when she is angered, her voice is quick and sharp and has a hard, rough edge to it.
PERSONAL STYLE: Corina isn't extremely into fashion. Of course she likes to look pretty, what woman doesn't? But she would rather spend her time doing more important things than shop for clothes.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Corina is a rather well rounded woman. Being 21, she's in her youth, but unlike some people her age, she is very mature and likes to spend her time doing productive, responsible things. Though she may seem like the kind of person who doesn't think about anything but her work, Cori would never neglect her family and friends for her job. Growing up with two other siblings taught her in the importance of family, and she now would give the world to the ones she loved if she could.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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--Order [as in, no chaos]
--Spending time with family/friends
--Working towards making a difference in the world
--Proving others wrong
--Sunsets
--Long walks on the beach
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
--Rude, arrogant people
--Men who demeaning towards women
--Death Eaters [or any other "crazy people"]
--Chaos
--Not being able to keep cool/stay in control
GOALS: To be able to help make the Wizarding World be free of chaos and fear that the Rowans and Death Eaters have brought. And to help get the world back the way it was before all the unnecessary chaos exploded, and still be able to come home to her family and friends.
BOGGART: Loosing the ones she loves. Cori's life would be unblieveiably empty and lost without the people she loves around her. Sometimes she get overcome with complete stress from her work, or just life in general, and they are the people who pick her up and keep her going.
PATRONUS: When finally in her seventh year at Hogwarts, she was made Head Girl. She could remember the day clearly, her name being call out and everyone around her at the Hufflepuff table clapping for her and shaking her hand. She had been filled with complete pride that day.
DEMENTOR: The day that her boyfriend of three years betrayed her by joining the Death Eaters and she never saw him again.
AMORENTIA: Roses, strawberries, men's cologne
BASIC PERSONALITY: ambitious, organized, cheerful, professional, loving, helpful, determined, well-rounded, trustworthy, entertaining
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Amelia Creevey nee Moore
BROTHER(S): Landon Creevey
SISTER(S): Summer Amy Creevey
OTHER: - -
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Leaky Cauldron, where she currently works.
BIOGRAPHY:
Corina Elena Creevey was born November second, to Dennis and Amelia Creevey. She was their second child, and their first daughter. Her brother, Landon, was merely two years old when Cori was born. Because of their close age, the two became not only extremely close siblings, but best friends as well. They spent much of their time together, happy to have each other as siblings. When Corina's younger sister, Summer, was born, the two older siblings gladly took a liking to her and the three soon became almost inseparable, looking after each other and learning how to be a family in the process.
In her home, Corina was always the mature, quiet one. She never laughed at childish things, and preferred to sit by the fire and read the Daily Prophet or have a conversation with the adults about world issues than go out side and play Vampires and Werewolves with her siblings [Vampires and Werewolves was a game the children came up with, which was very similar to muggle children's game, Cops and Robbers.] The adults found this quiet wonderful, and expected her to do great things once she got older and went to school.
When Ce finally was excepted to Hogwarts, she wasn't as thrilled as her brother had been when he had been accepted three years earlier. School was school. There were teachers there who gave you work and then pretended that they had everything under control. What was there to be excited for? With a sigh and a grumble, the girl went through her school years, not exactly happy. The only reason why she did exceedingly well with her grades, and even became Head Girl, was because she had gained some of her mother's determination. Corina found that throughout her life, there would always be people who expected her to fail in everything that she did. They thought that she wouldn't do well, perhaps because her family hadn't been the richest of the richest, or because she was a girl. And that revelation was exactly why Lena did so well in school. She would prove everyone else wrong. She'd slap her grades in their faces, boast about how she was Head Girl. Show them that the Creevey girl could kick ass in school. Even the Ravenclaws watched in awe as this tiny, quiet Hufflepuff aced every exam, became every teacher's favorite student. And it felt good.
The only problem, was that after she graduated from school, Corina lost a bit of her confidence. She didn't know where to turn, though so many opportunities were there for her. She could become an Aurora, or get a job as a professor at Hogwarts. But she wanted to do more work that helped change the world. She wanted to make a difference. So, Ce began to support the Order. Taking a simple job as an employee working at the Leaky Cauldron, Corina continued her Order work, and keeping her job at the Leaky. Eventually, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron retired, but hired her as the new owner beforehand. Now owning a thriving business, and making a difference in the world was something that Cori could be proud of.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 2 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Ad
OTHER CHARACTERS: - -
RP SAMPLE:
The loud blaring music, the annoying bustling students, and not to mention the screams of laughter that echoed around to the common room; all served to give him the biggest of headaches. Sure he was a party goer and Cyrus had the ability to party non-stop until the sun came out, but arriving at your own party drunk wasn’t the best way to go about things. With a bottle of fire whiskey hanging loosely between his thumbs, and a plastic grin on his face; he completely blended in with the crazy snakes around him. His oxford shirt was half way untucked and his beige khakis were slightly wrinkled, sitting in the pub all day with his mates wasn’t the best way to prepare for a party, no doubt Athy would bite his head off, if she wasn’t already planning to that is. Loosing the green stripped tie from his neck, he walked inside the common room, his eyes only searching for one person, whom he was dying to see.
It seemed as if it had been ages since he was punched, kicked, or even called foul names. And the funny thing was, he missed that. These past couple of weeks, they had barely seen each other, always missing each other, and refusing to bend their schedule to suit the others need. They were both stubborn by nature, but Cyrus knew he couldn’t survive long without her. Athy was his rock, through thick and thin; they helped each other. While Athy had a strange way of showing affection; which usually involved lots of violence, it was affection none the less. The only thing Cyrus didn’t appreciate was the company she kept, especially that high and mighty evil cousin of hers. But really, she never listen when he offered his advice anyway. Shaking his head lightly, he ventured around the common room, stopping to place the bottle of fire whiskey on a nearby table. He didn’t want Athy to know he had been drinking earlier, although he had a feeling she would guess easily when she smelled him or looked at the state of him.
All around him people were dressed in fancy clothes, and all he had on was his was school uniform with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his deeply tattooed arms. It was one thing that women fancied most about him, were his tattoos, but other than that, he guessed they liked the other things he could offer them, which only included one body part. Smirking a little to himself, and grabbing some crisps, he headed off around the common room in search for a blonde he had been dying to see. And there, located by the stairs that led to the girls dorm, he saw her, and blimey the alcohol must have been affecting him, cause he could have sworn he had just called her hot inside his mind. Cyrus eyed her up and down, knowing he ought to look away, but the way she looked in that little black dress had his mind swirling. Shaking his head, a bit frantically, he pushed away rather perverted thoughts of his best friend away from his head. Clearly he was more intoxicated than he had previously thought to find her attractive. Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way towards her a grin set across his face.
The dark haze that filtered around the room bored him really, and the sweating, convulsing, and dancing bodies did nothing but make his headache worse, but his facial expression suggested that he was rather bored. Making his way toward her, he noticed with a prominent scowl plastered on his face that she was dancing rather closely to some random bloke. He didn’t know what particular thing about this image set him off, but somehow in his drunken state, he didn’t like it. Sure he had seen her with many blokes before, and frankly he didn’t care who she dated. Athy was more than able to take care of herself, he had the bruises to prove it. Grunting a little, he made his way over to her, ready to haul her away from the bloke she was dancing with, when with a BAM she upper cutted him. His eyebrows raised, but Cyrus wasn’t really surprised, she was known for these type of acts, and Cyrus wondered why blokes were stupid enough to continuously go after her. Yes she had a certain lure, but really, it wasn’t much, not to him anyway.
Glaring at her as she approached him, smelling more like alcohol than he did at the moment, she spoke in a wired voice. And immediately he could feel his pulse quickening, best friend she may be, but no one had the ability to irritate him like her. He had a feeling that she was born to make his life a gateway between heaven and hell. Because there was absolutely no way he could survive without her, and there was no way they could survive together. Clenching his jaw tightly, he eyed her as she went on and on about things she had only assumed. That was the only irritating thing about her, she had the annoying habit of taking a harmless situation and turning it into a fight. That’s what she always did anyway, whether it was to purposefully annoy him or whether it was just a personality disorder, Cyrus didn’t know. Putting on a scowl and looking down into her ocean blue eyes he answered every single one of her scathing comments with ones of his own.
“Listen you silly little wench. I was out drinking, with my mates. I had nothing to do with a Gryffindor girl,” he lied easily. Cyrus really didn’t fancy anyone knowing about his semi attraction that crazy girl he met in the Courtyard. Unbeknownst to himself, he found himself wanting to meet her again, but clearly it had been his poor judgment to tell Athy about it, because now she just refused to give him a moments peace. “Look, even if there is something going on between me and her, why the hell does it irritate you?” he snapped back, not annoyed, but curious as to why Athy would take him having a slight interest in a girl, such a hard way. “And I would rather not shag Claws or Snakes; one, snakes have too much baggage and drama,” as he said this, he deliberately eyed Athy up and down, making sure his hidden statement was quite clear. “And two, Raven’s are all prude. I like playing with fire, Athy dear,” he whispered, finishing up, but not before running his finger down her cheek. He didn’t know what made him do it. Surely it was the earlier alcohol in his brain, but something just wasn’t clicking.
Just as he was about to grab her hand and lead her for a dance without bothering to ask, she shoved past him, which made him even more annoyed than earlier. A low growl escaping his throat, and the liquor whispering sweet nothings in his ear, he stalked nearer to her moving figure and pulled her back, growling in her ear. “Don’t walk away from me.”
There were only a few who could get this much tension going though his blood. His dark eyes glared at her, wanting a way to shut her up, and the only way do so would be kissing--- wait what? Surely he hadn’t meant that, the thought of his lips pressed against her full luscious red ones were completely insane. His eyes darkened a bit more as they landed steadily on her lips, and gritting his teeth he forced himself to look away. Cyrus vaguely wondered if Bryant had mixed something in his drink while they were marauding in the pubs. Running a frustrated hand through his hair, he growled lowly under his breath. The cool anger that she was pressing against him was killing him, made his mind go overboard with array fantasies which shouldn’t be involving his best friend.
A part of him wanted to grab her by her arm and start bellowing at her right then and there, but unlike Athy, Cyrus wasn’t the one to create a scene, he was more of the silent raging type. Besides, bellowing on Athy would lead to a huge confrontation that he didn’t want. It would be the same as always, they would both yell back and forth; Athy with her annoyingly frustrating sarcastic comments, and him finally exploding and saying harsh things that he didn’t mean. They would then go days without talking to each other, and then finally when it became more than unbearable to be away from her for too long, he would silently make up with her. But never apologize, Cyrus was too damned stubborn to do so.
Turning his head away from her, he spoke with annoyance and bitterness laced in his voice. “Irrelevant? Am I?” he asked sardonically, not wanting to verbally attack her. “If I am so goddamned irrelevant, why on earth do you constantly irritate me about the females that I am seen with?” It annoyed him to say it so bluntly, but she needed a taste of her own medicine, not many would be able to stand up to Atherton Delvin, but he wasn’t many. Cyrus was probably the most important person in her life, whether she was willing to admit it or not, and if by some bloody miracle he had hurt her or even made her slightly vunerable, then his task was finished.
There was a reason he had snuck out to see her sister as of late, sometimes, this strange love/hate emotions he had for Athy drove him mad. There was once a time, where their friendship was simple. There was no eying each other when the other wasn’t looking, no heated jealously, no passion, but something, and Cyrus didn’t know when it happened, it changed between them. Cyrus had the feeling that it was around the time he had broken up with Sage, and Athy had been the only one to comfort him. And it wasn’t the usual ‘hey asshole, get off your lazy arse and do something’, it was actual comfort with actually held compassion. Shaking his head at her, his eyes trailed away. He had nothing more to say to her, she was just a crazy bitch most of the time, there was no use arguing with her. Sighing, Cyrus just quietly stepped away, casting his head down and moving through the crowds as far away from Athy as he could get, a part of him hungered for her sister Tallie, and he wondered whether or not, he could leave and find her, to relive some of this unwanted stress. Running a hand through his hair, he sat down on the nearest couch, pushing away the others that sat there, he wanted to be alone at the moment, or perhaps with Tallie.
It seemed as if it had been ages since he was punched, kicked, or even called foul names. And the funny thing was, he missed that. These past couple of weeks, they had barely seen each other, always missing each other, and refusing to bend their schedule to suit the others need. They were both stubborn by nature, but Cyrus knew he couldn’t survive long without her. Athy was his rock, through thick and thin; they helped each other. While Athy had a strange way of showing affection; which usually involved lots of violence, it was affection none the less. The only thing Cyrus didn’t appreciate was the company she kept, especially that high and mighty evil cousin of hers. But really, she never listen when he offered his advice anyway. Shaking his head lightly, he ventured around the common room, stopping to place the bottle of fire whiskey on a nearby table. He didn’t want Athy to know he had been drinking earlier, although he had a feeling she would guess easily when she smelled him or looked at the state of him.
All around him people were dressed in fancy clothes, and all he had on was his was school uniform with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his deeply tattooed arms. It was one thing that women fancied most about him, were his tattoos, but other than that, he guessed they liked the other things he could offer them, which only included one body part. Smirking a little to himself, and grabbing some crisps, he headed off around the common room in search for a blonde he had been dying to see. And there, located by the stairs that led to the girls dorm, he saw her, and blimey the alcohol must have been affecting him, cause he could have sworn he had just called her hot inside his mind. Cyrus eyed her up and down, knowing he ought to look away, but the way she looked in that little black dress had his mind swirling. Shaking his head, a bit frantically, he pushed away rather perverted thoughts of his best friend away from his head. Clearly he was more intoxicated than he had previously thought to find her attractive. Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way towards her a grin set across his face.
The dark haze that filtered around the room bored him really, and the sweating, convulsing, and dancing bodies did nothing but make his headache worse, but his facial expression suggested that he was rather bored. Making his way toward her, he noticed with a prominent scowl plastered on his face that she was dancing rather closely to some random bloke. He didn’t know what particular thing about this image set him off, but somehow in his drunken state, he didn’t like it. Sure he had seen her with many blokes before, and frankly he didn’t care who she dated. Athy was more than able to take care of herself, he had the bruises to prove it. Grunting a little, he made his way over to her, ready to haul her away from the bloke she was dancing with, when with a BAM she upper cutted him. His eyebrows raised, but Cyrus wasn’t really surprised, she was known for these type of acts, and Cyrus wondered why blokes were stupid enough to continuously go after her. Yes she had a certain lure, but really, it wasn’t much, not to him anyway.
Glaring at her as she approached him, smelling more like alcohol than he did at the moment, she spoke in a wired voice. And immediately he could feel his pulse quickening, best friend she may be, but no one had the ability to irritate him like her. He had a feeling that she was born to make his life a gateway between heaven and hell. Because there was absolutely no way he could survive without her, and there was no way they could survive together. Clenching his jaw tightly, he eyed her as she went on and on about things she had only assumed. That was the only irritating thing about her, she had the annoying habit of taking a harmless situation and turning it into a fight. That’s what she always did anyway, whether it was to purposefully annoy him or whether it was just a personality disorder, Cyrus didn’t know. Putting on a scowl and looking down into her ocean blue eyes he answered every single one of her scathing comments with ones of his own.
“Listen you silly little wench. I was out drinking, with my mates. I had nothing to do with a Gryffindor girl,” he lied easily. Cyrus really didn’t fancy anyone knowing about his semi attraction that crazy girl he met in the Courtyard. Unbeknownst to himself, he found himself wanting to meet her again, but clearly it had been his poor judgment to tell Athy about it, because now she just refused to give him a moments peace. “Look, even if there is something going on between me and her, why the hell does it irritate you?” he snapped back, not annoyed, but curious as to why Athy would take him having a slight interest in a girl, such a hard way. “And I would rather not shag Claws or Snakes; one, snakes have too much baggage and drama,” as he said this, he deliberately eyed Athy up and down, making sure his hidden statement was quite clear. “And two, Raven’s are all prude. I like playing with fire, Athy dear,” he whispered, finishing up, but not before running his finger down her cheek. He didn’t know what made him do it. Surely it was the earlier alcohol in his brain, but something just wasn’t clicking.
Just as he was about to grab her hand and lead her for a dance without bothering to ask, she shoved past him, which made him even more annoyed than earlier. A low growl escaping his throat, and the liquor whispering sweet nothings in his ear, he stalked nearer to her moving figure and pulled her back, growling in her ear. “Don’t walk away from me.”
There were only a few who could get this much tension going though his blood. His dark eyes glared at her, wanting a way to shut her up, and the only way do so would be kissing--- wait what? Surely he hadn’t meant that, the thought of his lips pressed against her full luscious red ones were completely insane. His eyes darkened a bit more as they landed steadily on her lips, and gritting his teeth he forced himself to look away. Cyrus vaguely wondered if Bryant had mixed something in his drink while they were marauding in the pubs. Running a frustrated hand through his hair, he growled lowly under his breath. The cool anger that she was pressing against him was killing him, made his mind go overboard with array fantasies which shouldn’t be involving his best friend.
A part of him wanted to grab her by her arm and start bellowing at her right then and there, but unlike Athy, Cyrus wasn’t the one to create a scene, he was more of the silent raging type. Besides, bellowing on Athy would lead to a huge confrontation that he didn’t want. It would be the same as always, they would both yell back and forth; Athy with her annoyingly frustrating sarcastic comments, and him finally exploding and saying harsh things that he didn’t mean. They would then go days without talking to each other, and then finally when it became more than unbearable to be away from her for too long, he would silently make up with her. But never apologize, Cyrus was too damned stubborn to do so.
Turning his head away from her, he spoke with annoyance and bitterness laced in his voice. “Irrelevant? Am I?” he asked sardonically, not wanting to verbally attack her. “If I am so goddamned irrelevant, why on earth do you constantly irritate me about the females that I am seen with?” It annoyed him to say it so bluntly, but she needed a taste of her own medicine, not many would be able to stand up to Atherton Delvin, but he wasn’t many. Cyrus was probably the most important person in her life, whether she was willing to admit it or not, and if by some bloody miracle he had hurt her or even made her slightly vunerable, then his task was finished.
There was a reason he had snuck out to see her sister as of late, sometimes, this strange love/hate emotions he had for Athy drove him mad. There was once a time, where their friendship was simple. There was no eying each other when the other wasn’t looking, no heated jealously, no passion, but something, and Cyrus didn’t know when it happened, it changed between them. Cyrus had the feeling that it was around the time he had broken up with Sage, and Athy had been the only one to comfort him. And it wasn’t the usual ‘hey asshole, get off your lazy arse and do something’, it was actual comfort with actually held compassion. Shaking his head at her, his eyes trailed away. He had nothing more to say to her, she was just a crazy bitch most of the time, there was no use arguing with her. Sighing, Cyrus just quietly stepped away, casting his head down and moving through the crowds as far away from Athy as he could get, a part of him hungered for her sister Tallie, and he wondered whether or not, he could leave and find her, to relive some of this unwanted stress. Running a hand through his hair, he sat down on the nearest couch, pushing away the others that sat there, he wanted to be alone at the moment, or perhaps with Tallie.
Sorry, that was longgg... but it was my best RP ever. ^^
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