Post by SIRE BLOOD II on Jul 9, 2009 15:52:50 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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Chansire Blood II[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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(Only by her parents)
Chansire Blood II
NICKNAMES:
Sire
AGE:
Twenty Years Old
YEAR: If applicable
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Straight
D.O.B.:
25th of March 2002
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:
Slytherin
ALLEGIANCE:
Death Eater Supporter
PROFESSION:
None as of yet
WAND TYPE:
10inch, Elm wood, Dragon Heartstring core
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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Sire's hair is jet black, which she often curls when she has the time, which usually she does find time for!
Depending on her mood her hair will change with it, on a day where she is relaxing or perhaps in no need to deal with her hair, it will be put up.
Others when she can be bothered to do something with it, there will be a noticeable difference.
EYE COLOUR:
Bright blue eyes sparkle from her pale face, having jet black hair brings the colour of her eyes out!
HEIGHT:
5'4
Sire is quite small, but size isn't everything - she may be smaller than most but just means she has less room for her anger and hatred.
WEIGHT:
8stone
Sire not only is small in height but also in weight, although she is very well toned!
Having the matabolism of a shrimp is quite helpful as a female, it means she can eat complete crap and still have a wonderful figure, which comes in handy when trying to win over a boys heart.
BODY TYPE:
As before, Sire has a toned body, medium sized chest she has a good body and does flaunt it whenever she gets the chance, as her housemates will have learnt when she was back at Hogwarts.
She often works out as much as she can, the thought of gaining weight repuleses her and feels that those who let them selves go...have only themselves to blame.
VOICE: (accent, tone etc.)
Sire has quite a cold tone to her voice, a typical posh English accent, and very much loves to sound even posher infront of those that may be worse of than herself!
Although there is always a hint of sarcasm and hate in her voice, when with someone she dearly loves or perhaps is attracted to her voice will soften and become much calmer.
PERSONAL STYLE:
Her style is nothing out of the ordinary, she enjoys wearing gorgeous clothes and spends a lot of money on clothes that in turn will make her look gorgeous.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Sire is a fashionable young adult, who takes pride in her appearence, her accent says it all - harsh and posh!
Sire is a snob and loves nothing more than make it known by just saying a few words to someone whom she has just met, her sarcasm screams at anyone she feels is lower than her and she is mostly cold in what she does speak about.
Her clothes and expensive and as are the small things she does for her appearence, such as getting her nails and toenails done.
Sire is never without make up, and normally makes sure her eyes are laced with mascara and possibly eye liner.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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Sire is like any typical Slytherin loves being a pure blood and making sure everyone around her knows it also.
She also likes to bully others(espcially mudbloods), being amused by others misfortunes and the pain that they are in.
Ordinary things that she likes are making sure she looks presentable and gorgeous, she likes to make sure that others feel inferior to her.
Getting money and being powerful are two other things that Sire enjoys very much.
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
Sire dislikes the obvious such as muggles and mudbloods, any other house other than Slytherin.
People who feel as though they are better than herself as she feels this is probably impossible.
Her father and brother are two people in her life that she wishes were dead.
Losing a battle whether it be personal or a fight.
When others a right and she is shown to be wrong in front of others.
GOALS:
Sire's goals in life are to become as rich as possible and possibly become a death eater later on depening on what is happening in current affairs which of course she is always up to date with.
A goal that she would prefer to take up in her own time is to cause as much pain to those she feels are not worthy such as muggles and mudbloods, but in general those that have annoyed her for whatever reason she see's fit.
BOGGART: (GREATEST FEAR)
Her greatest fear is her father - the thought of being with him alone feels her with dread at the pain she would go through being with him.
PATRONUS: (BEST MEMORY)
Her favourtie memory was when she was a student at Hogwarts - it had been a normal day and Sire and her friends were returning from their potions class when they had overheard some rather interesting information about an elder boy in their house.
This boy was a muggle born, the thought of one of those in her house made her feel sick and of course in a short time the whole house knew and were bullying this young guy.
Eventually he grew tired of his punishment of having the wrong blood and fought back, lashing out on Sire which only made her more determined that this guy derserved as much pain as she could give at her young age.
That evening he ended up in the hospital wing and of course never told the professors what had happened.
Thank god for Sectumsempra!
DEMENTOR: (WORST MEMORY)
The worst memory that Sire holds, is of when she was a young girl living at home.
Her father had come home from work where a mudblood had tried to initiate a fight with him, of course the mudblood was no more by the time her father was home.
There was only one thing he needed to do now and that was to get his anger out on someone or something and she ended up being that something for him.
Cuts and bruises covered her body the next morning and most painful thing was seeing her elder brothers sniggering face as she limped through the house, he followed her around all day laughing at her and trying to trip her over, the feeling over being out of control she will never forget.
AMORENTIA: FAVOURITE SMELLS (MAX. 4)
To Sire a smell is a smell and nothing more.
No smell holds any memory for her, if there had to be one thing it is the smell of her fathers clothes, but that only made her shudder in fear.
BASIC PERSONALITY: (10 WORDS, MAXIMUM, THAT DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER. 10.)
Sire is a typical pure blood Slytherin, her family are well respected overly rich and complete snobs.
But that is all she is used to - her father had wanted nothing but sons so when she was born he felt as though Sire had let her down and throughout her life he would make sure it was never enjoyable aslong as he was around.
Her elder brother seeing how their father treated Sire this made him think that this was normal behaviour, meaning he also treated Sire this way.
Going to Hogwarts was the best thing that could've happened to her as she had much more freedom and the chance to discover who she was which turned out to be a sadistic bitch!
Whenever she got the chance she would hex a student or make some other persons day the worst they would have.
But of course whenever her brother loomed around the corner she would turn quiet.
Once he had left she made sure her prescense was made to those around her, of course she always thought she was better than everyone else whether she was or not.
Causing many fights in the Slytherin common room, but Sire enjoyed it more than anything.
Finding her flirtacious side made her even worse she knew that she could get a boy and would whenever she felt lonely, but in love her nasty side came as well.
Over years of abuse from her family, feeling no motherly love or any love at all - made Sire a very bitter and hated person, knowing that others disliked her only made her more angry than before.
Getting older nothing has changed at all.
Bitter, twisted, sadistic, sarcastic and completely brutal.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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Reese Blood
MOTHER:
Chansire Blood I
BROTHER(S):
Lare Blood(Elder by 2 years)
Keer Blood(Younger by 4 years)
SISTER(S):
None
OTHER:
None
BLOOD STATUS:
Pure Blood
HOMETOWN:
Whiltshire
CURRENT RESIDENCE:
Blood Manor(Family Residence)
BIOGRAPHY: (4+ PARAGRAPHS OR 500 WORDS)
Chansire Blood II was born into a rich pureblood family.
A typical all Slytherin family, strict and loveless, but to her it was normal growing up with a nanny showing her things in life that she cared nothing about being fed by the cooks of the house and having her room tidied by the house elves that roamed around the manor.
Her father and mother doted very much on her brothers and never on her, it was true she seemed hated by them all although her younger brother seemed to look up to her which was odd to feel a bit of love from someone, she was so neglected that in some way she hated her young brother for loving her.
All the hatred she had grown up with in her life, eventually resulted on who she would turn out to be when she was older.
Her home was a manor where she could quite easily get lost in, which was nice when she was running away from her brother and hus curses, living in such a huge home meant that she never actually had to communicate with her family at all.
Occainsly walking past her fathers study or her mothers room as she sat there hugging her youngest brother after he had fallen and cut his knee.
The grounds were the most beautiful part of her home she could roam for days, often she'd escape outside and make up imaginary peoeple that she would kill town with her wand, pretending they were mudbloods - this was how she got her anger out.
It wasn't untill Sire was 9 years old that she actually met a muggle, it was whilst they were out together as a family, her father had to attend to some business and unbeknown to him Sire had followed...whilst her father was no where to be seen she walked up to the muggle whom was bleeding and tired up to a chair, he was sobbing and pleading for her to set him free.
It was as if he wanted her be punished as that was what would happen if she did.
With that she quicked as hard as any 9 year old girl could and smirked at him, she told him how he would die by the most powerful race in the world...by that she meant a pureblood, running off that was her first experience with a muggle.
Her family never went on holdays that often, if they did it was never to someone glamorious her father hated going to place which was packed with muggles.
Sire's childhood was not one she boats about, it is the reason she is who she is.
But she wouldnt change it for the world.
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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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Lauren
RP EXPERIENCE:
3 years - Godmod to another successful site.
HOW YOU FOUND US:
Reccomended by Mal (:
OTHER CHARACTERS:
None.
RP SAMPLE:
Sire's small family had been residing in Italy for a short while now although they always kept themselves to themselves, which always brought guilt to her mind whenever she watched Rayden playing by himself. Everytime she saw him playing it made her broody for another child but this time with the love of her life, of course Graham was a wonderful man but Rayden was nothing like him - he was Malleus all over and they weren't even related...unfortunatly!
Sitting at her desk she wandered off her mind mingling to other places as she rubbed her hands over her pale face, the stress of organizing a wedding and the pressure of being a death eater was slowly biting away at Sire, the thought of making friends in Italy was laughable, as if she could make new friends - it'd been too long since she had ever had to do such a thing and now she needed no one but Malleus and Rayden they were the ones that held importance to their names.
Sire's ears perked up as the sly footsteps of a young child rushed in and out of her room quickly before she could look up as she did her wand which was lightly rested on a pile of dark art books had vanished, her eyebrows met in the middle and her back arched as she stood to her feet, her mood had changed suddenly from stress into anger a mood that Rayden rarely put her in.
"RAYDEN!!! Give that back...NOW!" She shouted the anger echoed in her voice as she rushed off although she was stopped in her tracks as Malleus called for her - the search for her missing wand would have to be put to a halt.
Rushing down the stairs to get whatever Malleus wanted over quickly as to make sure that Rayden caused the least damage he could with her wand. Of course he'd controlled a wand before but not hers and any witch or wizard were extremely possessive over their wands, it was like a limb, securely attached to their body and when missing the feeling of being lost was overwhelming.
"What is..." Her voice trailed off as in front of her, were Malleus, Rayden and... a dog, one that was obviously hurt.
Walking more calming over to the dog, she automatically bent down with her arms reached out, clutching her son tightly she pulled him up and held in one arm to her side - also pulling her wand from his small hands and back into her own feeling at one again.
Obviously the dog was no threat but the feeling of protection was only natural, so therefore Rayden would remain in her arms until she knew it was safe, although she knew Rayden would protest.
"Malleus? What the hell happened? Where did it come from?" Ever so questionable, her eyes puzzled, looking from Mal to the dog who was holding onto life by the looks of it.
The thought of whether any of its blood had stained the floors in their beautiful home crossed her mind, but knew Mal would scorn her for such thoughts when he clearly was worried for the poor mutt.
A hurt dog - what to do?
"Accio blanket!" She said - a few seconds later the blanket she had requested was flying toward her at full pelt, flinging her and her son softly in the face she held back a giggle as she grabbed from her face and passed it to Mal as her hands were occupied.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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