VERESEK, Dawson Anne

[DAWSON ANNE VERESAK]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] Dawson Anne Veresak

NICKNAMES: Anything you can think of.

AGE: 17

YEAR: 7th

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

D.O.B.: January 2nd

HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE: Slytherin

ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters

PROFESSION: Unsure

WAND TYPE: 12 1/3 inches, cherry wood

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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[/B] Black

EYE COLOUR: Blue, but varies if she wears contacts

HEIGHT: 5' 7"

WEIGHT: 112 lbs

BODY TYPE: Dawson is very small, tall, but tiny. She looks like she could be measured up as skin an bones, and no amount of eating changes that for her. She is petite, and underweight.

VOICE: Dawson has a british accent and a quiet voice while in school. Outside of Hogwarts Dawson could be seen as in control, and like the pure bloods had once been when Voldemort was still in control, she strives for that perfection with her voice, or at least to stay alive.

PERSONAL STYLE: Dawson is usually found in faded and flared skinnys, rarely found to wear a dress or skirt, though there are occasions. If she is ever worrying about her looks/clothing, her main focus is on her skinnys, no matter what. They are her favorite article of clothing, the style, texture, color, everything and she could almost obsess about them if her mind was on it. Other than that she'll wear a solid color tank top, fitted to her petite torso and small chest, and crazy colored and designed skater shoes. (If, on the off chance, she is wearing a dress or skirt she'll still wear a pair of tennis shoes.) Some simple accesories Dawson will wear would be the locket her mum gave her and a few rings and earings. (Outside of school her lip ring and never showing, but always in, her belly ring.)

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Dawson is hardly caring about her looks, but she stills works on them a little. There isn't much she can do with her physical appearances. She doesn't care for makeup and doesn't use lots unless on occasions where she is dressing up, or there is a party in which her father was hosting (he requires it), she doesn't like to feel artificial. She has somewhat high cheekbones, and gorgeous bright, blue eyes. (Her best feature would be her eyes.) Dawson's lips aren't full and extremely large, but they are right in between being monstrous and non existant, a happy medium.

Dawson has her mum's name tattooed across the top of her back and small little roses decorating the letters. Other than that she supports a lip ring, several earrings, and a belly ring, hoping to add an eyebrow ring or maybe a nose ring.

Dawson looks more like her mum, but she never had the chance to meet her and remember her. She has her mum's eyes, and her hair. She's a mirror image of her in every way. Her hair is long, black, and wavy, either left like that, straightened, or sometimes curled. The blue eyes are one of the main things that looks exactly like her mum's, which is why her father sometimes has her wear contacts, apparently her mum was a filthy blood traitor who deserved to die, and he wants nothing to remind him of her.

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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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and how you speak
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`Rain`
`Lightening Storms`
`Storms in General`
`Quidditch/Sports`
`Running`
`Food`
`The natural order of things`
`Outdoors`
`Heights`
`Piercings/Tattoos`

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
`Dresses (Worn by her at least)`
`Her Father`
`The Order`
`The color pink`
`Know it alls`
`Homework`
`Lectures`
`Hospitals/hospital wings`
`Dependency`

GOALS:
`Graduate from Hogwarts Alive`
`Outlive this coming war`
`Help Voldemort escape his sleep`

BOGGART:
`Her Father`

PATRONUS:
`Her Mum (Though she can't remember her)`

DEMENTOR:
`Her twin brother's death`

AMORENTIA:
`Caramel`
`Roses`
`Vanilla Beans`

BASIC PERSONALITY:
`Quiet`
`Independent`
`Leader`
`Crazy`
`Murderer`
`Active`

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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under cover of the streets
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[/B] Brent Micheal Veresak `43 years old` `Graduated Slytherin` `Death Eater` `Retired Ministry worker`

MOTHER: Sarah Nicole [Pearson] Veresak `Deceased` `Graduated Slytherin` `Neutral` `Healer`

BROTHER(S): Jason Micheal Veresak `Twin Brother` `Deceased` `Gryffindor`

SISTER(S): None

OTHER: None

BLOOD STATUS: Pure

HOMETOWN: London

CURRENT RESIDENCE: London or Hogwarts

BIOGRAPHY:
Dawson was born at 1:13 A.M. on January 2nd, three minutes after her twin brother, Jason, to Sarah and Brent Veresak at St. Mungo's hospital. The twins were about a month and a half premature and so they were kept in the hospital for the next few days with their mum, dad staying until he had to go back to work.

Things for the Veresak family were pretty basic the first few months, Dawson and Jason were brought home and Sarah stayed home to tend to them instead of letting her children be raised up by house elves. While she was doing that Brent was at work at the Ministry, he handled court, court dates, and gatherings and other such things.

At about 6 months old Dawson started crying loudly as a window broke open and Sarah went to investigate, only to be murdered herself by some unknown person. Brent came home to two crying babies, of which he'd barely ever taken care of, much less looked at since they were born, (but he was a proud father), and his wife lying dead on the nursery floor, rain pouring in through the window on her cold skin.

Brent tried keeping his job at the ministry and staying home for his children, but he found that was too much to balance and soon retired from his work, becoming a stay at home father.

Brent mourned for the loss of his wife, but when he found out that she had been associating with muggles he decided she deserved the death she'd gotton. When this discovery had come Dawson and Jason were eight years old, Dawson a mere image of her mother, Jason, the same.

At the age of fifteen Dawson and her brother came home from Hogwarts on their summer break and things were normal. Dawson didn't like her father, but had to stay home, and Jason was out and about playing quidditch with the neighboring wizards. Dawson was never permitted to play such a sport. Towards the end of the summer Dawson snuck out to play with Jason and his friends, towards the end of the game another Slytherin had joined, but only to pick a fight with Jason, and it was over Dawson. Dawson stood to the side, not knowing if she should intervene and decided against it, she was one of those girls who just stood off to the side. The fight got out of control and Jason was left dead in front of her. From that day on Dawson would never just sit off to the side and she stood up to her father on some occasions and she became the Slytherin he always wanted.

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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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you notice someone like me,
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[/B] Megan

RP EXPERIENCE: Two years in late July/early August

HOW YOU FOUND US: There was an advertisment about this site on my friends site, Come What May

OTHER CHARACTERS: None

RP SAMPLE:

Sick, that's what I was feeling as I started walking up the muggle street towards home in the rain. Shelby, she loved Draven more, and I had expected that, and it hurt, but we both agreed that we didn't love eachother as great as we thought we did. We were still friends, still cared about eachother, but that was it. Which was partially the reason I was here.
I just didn't know if I'd be forgiven this time, or if I'd taken to much time to figure this out.
Hopefully it'll work out.
No, it will work out, either the way I hope it does or not.
It'll still work out.

Tears still fell down my cheeks, but I didn't notice, I was more busy trying to think of an apology, to both Riley, and the twins for leaving, again, and not coming to their birthday.
The only problem is, I can't think of anything to say, a simple sorry doesn't seem likely to suit this situation. I got up and left, the third time, and the sad thing was that I left everything that I could ever ask for a possiblity of more.
They saying, don't leave the one you love for the one you like, seems to fit so well and maybe I should listen.

Don't leave the one you love, for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love. Seems to have witnessed that myself. I thought, moving a hand up and running it through my soaking wet hair, bringing the stray strands away from my face next.

I didn't bother to wipe away the tears because they only kept coming and the rain mixed with them as well.

Shivering slightly, I began to wonder how long I'd been out in the rain or how long it was taking me to make the simple walk home, it just seemed like it was a little to long. Glancing at the muggle street signs I bit down against my lip, realizing that I forgot to turn a street back and laughed softly to myself.
"How'd I manage that?" I asked myself in a faint whisper before turning back up the street.

Here I was, wanting to take my time, yet get home and make things right, and I start up the wrong street. I should just as well apparate there, but I knew that there were muggles around and didn't dare.

Trying to block my thoughts, which almost didn't seem to make any sense, I kept walking until I was the familiar house and a faint smile came to my lips, but I wasn't sure now if I wanted to go in or stay out in the rain. It was relaxing in a way.

Stopping in front of the house, facing it with my body, I bit my lip softly before stepping towards it and stopping in front of the door. I knew that I could go in, I still did live here, minus the past two and a half weeks, or however long it was, I can't even remember how long it's been since I left, sad, it just didn't feel right to go in after being gone and hurting Riley and leaving the twins, and it made me want to stay out here until someone noticed I was here, but I wasn't going to do that, I didn't want to be out here to long while knowing I was pregnant.

Standing there for a good ten more minutes I bit my lip and stepped a little closer, moving a hand and knocking on the door, pulled my hand back and crossed my arms across my chest. My heart was racing a good deal now that I knew that I was here and I only had a moment or so to think of something to say.
But my mind was empty, my thoughts gone, and just the small fear that I'd kept Riley waiting to long and he didn't want anything to do with me.

Which, really, it seems silly. He said he loved me the last time I'd seen him, he tried to keep me and have me stay with him instead of walking away because he didn't trust me the greatest, which I asked for each time I'd done something.

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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