Post by lo on Jun 1, 2009 21:22:42 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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ALCYONE ANNUSHKA LESTRANGE[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Ally
AGE: twenty two
D.O.B.: febuary 14th
ALLEGIANCE: Neautral
PROFESSION: socialite
WAND TYPE: elm, 10 inches with a dragon heart string core
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: about 5 foot 8 inches
WEIGHT: 110 pounds
BODY TYPE: slim
VOICE: soft, but clear and well pronounced with a placid British accent
PERSONAL STYLE:
She likes to dress simply. She favours dark tones and easy, classic shapes, not liking to dress in muggle clothing if she can help it. She likes lightweight fabrics for long dresses and shawls to cover her shoulders in the colder months.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Tall and beautiful, Ally has a soft, oval shaped face with striking, deep set blue eyes which sparkle with something akin to mischief, but far more sinister. A feature inherited from her mother. Never having been much interested in her appearance (because the beautiful rarely are) she isn’t one to make an effort, and make up is out of the question and a waste of time as far as she is concerned. Her long blonde hair reaches to the bottom of her back and is worn loose at all times.
Extremely thin for her height, she has an almost unhealthy appearance despite her good looks. Her collar bones protrude a little too much, and her ribs jut just a little too obviously beneath her ghostly pale skin, but even this cannot take away from her overall perfection. Her flawless jaw line and slim neck guide your eyes down to a picture perfect figure, and any imperfections are lost to you.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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«languages
«cigarettes
«secrets
«swimming
«rain against the window panes
«sugar mice
«cloudy skies
«people who never smile
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
«tea
«books with happy endings
«ringing telephones
«mistrustful people
«muggles and their world
«real life
GOALS:
to make the most of every day and live life to its fullest. She has the means to enjoy life and she intends to. She has no struggle for money and so no need to work, and having finished school she has no academic goal so she aims solely to have a good time.
BOGGART: herself, deprived the social status that beauty, money and pureblood have bought her.
PATRONUS:
A party thrown for her in celebration of when she graduated Hogwarts. She loved having all eyes on her and knowing she was by far the most beautiful one there and also the richest one.
DEMENTOR:
Being dumped by her first boyfriend. A happening never repeated.
AMORENTIA:
« pipe smoke
« varnished wood
« salt water
« fresh linen
BASIC PERSONALITY:
« Manipulative
« Observant
« Rebellious
« Impatient
« Romantic
« Overprotective
« Sharp
« Vain
« Intelligent
« Mistrustful
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Bellatrix Lestrange née Black
BROTHER: Lesath Lestrange
SISTER: N/A
OTHER: none of any importance
BLOOD STATUS: Pure
HOMETOWN: Oxford
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Lestrange family manor, Oxford
BIOGRAPHY:
Born into the infamous Lestrange family, Alcyone never stood a chance at normal. Raised with extremist views and taught to hate all things muggle from an early age, it’s a surprise that Ally too isn’t a Death Eater like her younger brother Lesath and both of her parents. Her neutral views in fact stem only from a total lack of interest in all wizarding politics. She likes to think that what will be will be, and she doesn’t try to change it. Some might call her lay, but she believes she is simply relaxed. She would rather enjoy what she can than be unhappy trying to change things she cant do anything about.
Growing up was a long line of pureblood tea parties with the other pureblood children, and lavish dinner parties thrown at enormous houses at which she and her brother were dressed up in their best clothes and told not to touch anything. Ally is still good friends with all the little pureblood children that she drank imaginary tea with at age six, only now they have all grown up, married, inherited their own enormous houses and still have invitation only tea parties, only this time with real tea, or even something a little stronger.
Attending Hogwarts was a big step for Ally, previously intolerant of anyone who had less than pure blood it took her a long time to get used to having to socialise with people she had been taught were so far below her, scum of her world. She formed a tight knit group of friends, all from renowned wizarding families, all from her own house, Slytherin. This group of friends named themselves the Royals and are still Hogwarts legend, the tales of their cunning and ominous mischief making still whispered about behind cupped hands, inspiration still for pranks and tricks played by students.
After leaving Hogwarts, a different girl to the one that had left that first year, Ally secretly dated a fellow graduate for a while, an ex Ravenclaw named Thomas Stone, and they in fact ran away and married not long after leaving school, but disapproving, the Lestrange family had the couple found and brought back from France where they had planned to live out the time until the family accepted her marriage to a half blood. Sadly that day never came and a separation was forced on them and Ally hasn’t seen him since that day.
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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: about four years
HOW YOU FOUND US: add
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
RP SAMPLE:
Today had dragged, and Delilah was sure that she wasn’t the only one that had felt it. Nobody had wanted to be inside today. Glad to be out of the classrooms and out of the common room finally, out her stuffy school uniform even, she had made her way to the entrance hall, pushing open the enormous wooden doors with a satisfactory creaking sound and choosing a spot out of the shade to settle herself, lounging comfortably on the stone steps that led up to the castle. The summer holidays already seemed so blissfully far behind her that it was hard to believe that it was still only September. The sun shone white through pale skies that hung over the grounds and promised many more warm days to be spent by the lake with her sandals and books thrown to one side, and she was looking forwards to them. She had a lot of fond memories of days like those. She could see the lake from where she sat, rippling in the distance and vaguely recalled the few times she had been persuaded to go swimming in there… what happy times they seemed.
Her delicate shoulders hunched as she leant forwards, elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her palm, slim fingers against her cheek as she mused, a slight frown contorting her features. She knew that soon she would have to leave Hogwarts, venture into the real world where things didn’t revolve around house rivalries and popularity contests and this rather scared her, in fact it sent strange waves of panic through her just thinking about it… she had no idea what she would do when she finished full time education. It would be easy to find a man to take her in; all she would need to do would be to bat her eyelashes at some rich, middle aged stiff and she’d be a trophy wife in no time… but did she really want that? No, she didn’t think she did. She’d always had high expectations for herself and following in her mothers footsteps wasn’t one of them. She never wanted to have to settle for anything that wasn’t the best.
She sighed heavily, the many gold bracelets around her slender wrists making a soft clinking sound as she passed her fingers through her long dark hair, pushing it back from her face and twisting it carelessly before letting it fall loose to one side of her face. The sun was bright, radiant orange when she closed her eyes against the light, warming her bare arms and her feet, making her skin glow and lighting up her hair with flecks of bronze. She loved it here and it would break her heart to have to leave it behind forever. Of course she had had her fair share of bad times here too, nobody’s school days were as perfect as they seemed when reminiscing on them years afterwards, but they were easy to overlook and it was only human nature to forget the things that you didn’t want to remember, wasn’t it? You could sugar coat any amount of bad experiences so long as you had good ones to cover them up with, and in any case, anywhere was better than home. She stretched her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes in her sandals and then pointing them, staring down at her chipped black nail polish ruefully. Truly, anywhere in the world would be better than home.
For one moment that morning when she had first woken up, just that first split second before she was really awake, she had thought that she was home again, in her bed in her room in her house, and dread had filled her, so much so that she hadn’t wanted to open her eyes, but then reality had kicked in. She had inhaled the soft scent of the freshly cleaned linen, and heard the gentle breathing of the rooms other occupants, still sleeping peacefully beneath their covers. She felt guilty, but her heart had leapt at her realisation, and despite this not having been the most exciting or most interesting day she had ever had, she was still glad to have spent it here, trapped in airless old classrooms being lectured about how close her final exams really were and how important they would be in the grand scale of life, forced to socialise with the masses… well she could cope with all of that. Attending Hogwarts had done nothing to lessen her pure blood fixation. If anything, being around other young witches and wizards had made her worse and not more tolerant at all. She had been able to exercise her views clandestinely, and in her eyes everything she saw seemed to confirm that pure blood was superior blood. It pleased her to think so. She needed to think so.
She frowned again, readjusting the strap of her dress where it was slipping down over her shoulder and then clenching her fist loosely, resting her cheek against it. She thought too much, she decided. It didn’t do to dwell on unhappy thoughts… especially on a day like this.
Her delicate shoulders hunched as she leant forwards, elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her palm, slim fingers against her cheek as she mused, a slight frown contorting her features. She knew that soon she would have to leave Hogwarts, venture into the real world where things didn’t revolve around house rivalries and popularity contests and this rather scared her, in fact it sent strange waves of panic through her just thinking about it… she had no idea what she would do when she finished full time education. It would be easy to find a man to take her in; all she would need to do would be to bat her eyelashes at some rich, middle aged stiff and she’d be a trophy wife in no time… but did she really want that? No, she didn’t think she did. She’d always had high expectations for herself and following in her mothers footsteps wasn’t one of them. She never wanted to have to settle for anything that wasn’t the best.
She sighed heavily, the many gold bracelets around her slender wrists making a soft clinking sound as she passed her fingers through her long dark hair, pushing it back from her face and twisting it carelessly before letting it fall loose to one side of her face. The sun was bright, radiant orange when she closed her eyes against the light, warming her bare arms and her feet, making her skin glow and lighting up her hair with flecks of bronze. She loved it here and it would break her heart to have to leave it behind forever. Of course she had had her fair share of bad times here too, nobody’s school days were as perfect as they seemed when reminiscing on them years afterwards, but they were easy to overlook and it was only human nature to forget the things that you didn’t want to remember, wasn’t it? You could sugar coat any amount of bad experiences so long as you had good ones to cover them up with, and in any case, anywhere was better than home. She stretched her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes in her sandals and then pointing them, staring down at her chipped black nail polish ruefully. Truly, anywhere in the world would be better than home.
For one moment that morning when she had first woken up, just that first split second before she was really awake, she had thought that she was home again, in her bed in her room in her house, and dread had filled her, so much so that she hadn’t wanted to open her eyes, but then reality had kicked in. She had inhaled the soft scent of the freshly cleaned linen, and heard the gentle breathing of the rooms other occupants, still sleeping peacefully beneath their covers. She felt guilty, but her heart had leapt at her realisation, and despite this not having been the most exciting or most interesting day she had ever had, she was still glad to have spent it here, trapped in airless old classrooms being lectured about how close her final exams really were and how important they would be in the grand scale of life, forced to socialise with the masses… well she could cope with all of that. Attending Hogwarts had done nothing to lessen her pure blood fixation. If anything, being around other young witches and wizards had made her worse and not more tolerant at all. She had been able to exercise her views clandestinely, and in her eyes everything she saw seemed to confirm that pure blood was superior blood. It pleased her to think so. She needed to think so.
She frowned again, readjusting the strap of her dress where it was slipping down over her shoulder and then clenching her fist loosely, resting her cheek against it. She thought too much, she decided. It didn’t do to dwell on unhappy thoughts… especially on a day like this.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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