Post by CHEVY ROSE DRAIVY on Jul 6, 2009 20:45:18 GMT 1
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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CHEVY ROSE DRAIVY[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Chevy Rose, Chevy, Chev, anything works, (So long as you're the right people).
AGE: 19
YEAR: Graduated
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious
D.O.B.: December 13
FORMER HOUSE: Slytherin
ALLEGIANCE: Neutral, leaning to decision though.
PROFESSION: Werewolf Capture Unit
WAND TYPE: Willow branch and basilisk fang, 12 and 3/4 inches
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 109
BODY TYPE: Anorexic look. She is extremely skinny, no matter what she eats or how much, her stomach is ultimately flat, and sadly she has no breasts.
VOICE: Chevy's voice is usually quiet and she is soft spoken, her tone is a little higher pitched, but not to the point that it's annoying. She has an American accent that became of her from growing up there until she was eleven, then her family moved to Britain throughout school. After which she moved back to United states.
PERSONAL STYLE: Asides from her normal black dress pants, black cloak, and simply tank top for work, Chevy is generally one to wear a pair of worn blue jeans and tank tops. She tries to go for the scene look and wear bright colors some of the times, and she often, more than not, succeeds in doing so.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Chevy isn't what you would call a girly girl. Yes she has her moments, but doesn't ever girl? She loves sports, she's almost always wearing casual clothes that she loves, jeans and tanks. She does wear make up and she does try the scene look. But over all she isn't insane about her looks.
Chevy always wears her mother's wedding ring on her right hand, in rememberance of her, and there is a locket around her neck with a picture of her mum, dad, and older brother Jason, all of whom were killed only a year ago.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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`Shopping (To an extent)`
`Money`
`Quidditch`
`Music`
`Dares`
`Cheese`
`Sun`
`Summer`
`Night time`
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
`Sleep`
`Too much make up`
`Know it alls`
`Caddy fights/people`
`School (Thank god for being graduated)`
`Demanding people`
`Dependence`
GOALS:
`Live life well`
`Find some place to put her alliance in the war`
BOGGART: Finding her Romeo
PATRONUS: When the family went to Disney World, the last trip they had together.
DEMENTOR: Her family dying.
AMORENTIA: `Raspberries``Lavender``Ocean Water``Cotton Candy`
BASIC PERSONALITY:
`Hard Worker
``Patient
```Loner
````Shy
```Girlish
``Quiet
`Happy (Most of the time)
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Sarah Marie (Servansikk) Draivy: Deceased
BROTHER(S): Jason Michael Draivy: Deceased
SISTER(S): None
OTHER: None
BLOOD STATUS: Pure
HOMETOWN: Blackduck, Minnesota, USA
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New York, New York, USA
BIOGRAPHY: Chevy Rose was born on December 13, nineteen years ago to two parents, Sarah and Trent. Chevy was the last of their kids, but the second. Jason Michael was the first, born August 25th, and was three years older than Chevy. She was actually born in Bemidji, Minnesota, but lived and grew up for the first eleven years of her life in Blackduck. And at the age of eleven the family packed everything up and moved to the countryside, just outside of London, making it easier on the kids to go to and from Hogwarts.
Life was pretty normal and layed back for the Draivy family. Chevy was a Slytherin, as was her brother and their parents before them. Her blood had not been tainted by muggles or the triators. Nor would it ever, so they prayed. Jason they had never been worried about being swayed to any side but the Death Eaters, but Chevy Rose they worried and prayed for.
At the age of 18, in the last year of Hogwarts, Chevy was told the bitter truth, her family had been killed in an accident. Well, so the cover up lie had been. She knew all along it had been murder and ever since she's been hunting for the one person who left no evidence.
So she completed her last year at Hogwarts, at the top of her class and began her own life. She sold the mansion, and the family money grew to a larger sum, she got a job at the ministry and began renting out her own little flat in the States, using flu powder to work instead of walking like some.
Life was quite in the states, but Chevy didn't mind, she was either there minding her own business, keeping to her thoughts, or at work. Never did she allow herself any time for fun, for friends, for any sort of relationship. Despite collegues trying to get together for a night to hang out. She kept to her silent and hidden vows of finding the murderer of her family and she kept the hidden vow of trying to find herself in the war.
Her mother would not be pleased to hear that Chevy has yet to join the death eaters. It was the only dream she had ever had for her only daughter, well, nearly the only dream. All the dreams she'd had for the girl were not looking like they'd ever be achieved. No husband, no kids, no dark mark, no nothing. A disappoint me.
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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: Friends website, was advertised
OTHER CHARACTERS: Dawson Anne Veresak
RP SAMPLE:Word count: 629 words
Location of Rp Example: dytm10yearslater.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=pearsonhome&action=display&thread=780
So far I'd been close to normal around the twins and Riley's parents, which was always good, except I still had the voice in my head that was arguing with me. I was surprised that Riley was still here, that he hadn't just sent me off to St. Mungo's.
It's because you're not yelling at yourself all the time. "I should." I muttered softly, rolling my eyes slightly. Even if the voice said it would stop so that Riley would trust me enough to get another wand, it wouldn't. Just constantly commenting on everything, getting louder when I tried to ignore it and such.
Why should I be quite if we're not any closer? "Just shut up." I whispered, a pillow held close to my chest, sitting in the middle of Riley's old bed.
When Riley was around I tried my hardest to be as normal as I could get, I had recently taken a week off of work just to take a break, knowing that I really shouldn't go lock myself in my office, but it left me at home. Or as close to home as it has been for a while. Which left me in the house with the girls, though Riley's parents took them out today, or maybe it was just his mum.
He will send you off. I let a groan pass my lips before moving and then I burried my head into the pillow. "No he won't." I yelled, though the words were muffled by the pillow. That was the comment I'd been hearing most of the past couple of days, or such like it. Well he will. I just simply shook my head slightly, too stubborn to agree, and the voice was too stubborn to give up on the subject.
Boredly I started humming softly to myself, wondering why I even locked myself up in the room and had it so it was still dark, wouldn't it make more sense to go out and do something.
No it'd give me more to do. You don't want that. "I know." I muttered, hating being like this, locked up by my own doing, staring at the door all day incase someone suddenly came in, though it's not like I could do much if it was someone I didn't like.
So getting off the bed, I held the pillow to my body before opening the door and going out into the hallway.
Somehow I found my way into the kitchen, hand grabbing onto a knife and then I turned right back around.
What the hell are you doing? "I though you wanted me to do this." I muttered, making my way up the stairs. I wasn't doing anything with the knife, just holding onto it for safety reasons. Odd safety reasons at least.
Shutting the door tight behind me I didn't even bother with locking it and looked around, trying to find somwhere that I could go, not wanting to go back and sit in the middle of the bed, waiting for something, or anything.
Could always hide in the closet. I laughed softly at that, only because that's what I used to do before I'd come to Hogwarts, before my adoptive parents had died, and it was amusing. I'd always hide in the closet whenever they were annoyed with me. Whenever Frank was annoyed with me.
Smiling a little I moved, just now noticing that I'd dropped the pillow by the doorway, and opened the door to the closet, looking around at the small shape, small compared to the closet I had used in thier house. Either way I moved and sat down as I shut the door, letting my eyes shut slightly to the blackened space, finally not being swamped with so many thoughts.
It's because you're not yelling at yourself all the time. "I should." I muttered softly, rolling my eyes slightly. Even if the voice said it would stop so that Riley would trust me enough to get another wand, it wouldn't. Just constantly commenting on everything, getting louder when I tried to ignore it and such.
Why should I be quite if we're not any closer? "Just shut up." I whispered, a pillow held close to my chest, sitting in the middle of Riley's old bed.
When Riley was around I tried my hardest to be as normal as I could get, I had recently taken a week off of work just to take a break, knowing that I really shouldn't go lock myself in my office, but it left me at home. Or as close to home as it has been for a while. Which left me in the house with the girls, though Riley's parents took them out today, or maybe it was just his mum.
He will send you off. I let a groan pass my lips before moving and then I burried my head into the pillow. "No he won't." I yelled, though the words were muffled by the pillow. That was the comment I'd been hearing most of the past couple of days, or such like it. Well he will. I just simply shook my head slightly, too stubborn to agree, and the voice was too stubborn to give up on the subject.
Boredly I started humming softly to myself, wondering why I even locked myself up in the room and had it so it was still dark, wouldn't it make more sense to go out and do something.
No it'd give me more to do. You don't want that. "I know." I muttered, hating being like this, locked up by my own doing, staring at the door all day incase someone suddenly came in, though it's not like I could do much if it was someone I didn't like.
So getting off the bed, I held the pillow to my body before opening the door and going out into the hallway.
Somehow I found my way into the kitchen, hand grabbing onto a knife and then I turned right back around.
What the hell are you doing? "I though you wanted me to do this." I muttered, making my way up the stairs. I wasn't doing anything with the knife, just holding onto it for safety reasons. Odd safety reasons at least.
Shutting the door tight behind me I didn't even bother with locking it and looked around, trying to find somwhere that I could go, not wanting to go back and sit in the middle of the bed, waiting for something, or anything.
Could always hide in the closet. I laughed softly at that, only because that's what I used to do before I'd come to Hogwarts, before my adoptive parents had died, and it was amusing. I'd always hide in the closet whenever they were annoyed with me. Whenever Frank was annoyed with me.
Smiling a little I moved, just now noticing that I'd dropped the pillow by the doorway, and opened the door to the closet, looking around at the small shape, small compared to the closet I had used in thier house. Either way I moved and sat down as I shut the door, letting my eyes shut slightly to the blackened space, finally not being swamped with so many thoughts.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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