Post by Olivia "Olive" Henrietta Smith on Feb 16, 2012 19:25:20 GMT
olivia "olive" henrietta smith
17 - SLYTHERIN - PUREBLOOD - ADRIANA LIMA
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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Olive is very creative and determined. However she is cold, critical and mean to others. She doesn't understand anyone and just sticks to what she thinks. However when it comes to boys, Olive is obsessive. She loves boys so much, unless they're a Gryffindork. She only ever falls for the Slytherin boys, and only the bad boys. She flirts madly all the time, and every hot Slytherin guy she meets, she wants to kiss straight away.
As for history, Olive's mum met her dad on Valentine's day in a field. She was sitting by herself with her picnic basket and her blanket sprawled on the floor, and James, Olive's dad, noticed her as the new girl in school who he only knew her name. He talked to Vanessa, Olive's mum, then they began to become good friends.
The two grew closer and closer friends, keeping each other company, and they shared many hobbies and interests. They played tennis together in their free time, and Vanessa made it onto the netball team and James helped her practice and came to every match. Eventually the two had their first kiss, then graduated from Hogwarts. They hadn't acted much like witches and wizards, but they liked muggle objects & sports. But then...
They had Olive, and Olive grew up bossy and muggle-hating. She was sorted into Slytherin, but it was expected that her bossy, powerful, critical self would be sorted into that house. Now Olive's in seventh year.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Erin
gender: Female
age: 19
contact: pm please!
how you found us: An advert on Hogwarts Magic
other characters: N/A
experience: I have been RPing since 2009
role play sample: (This is from another site, I hope it's all right, if not I can supply a new oneEloise wasn't often alone in the school grounds. It was just that she wanted to go for practice in the Quidditch pitch. Eloise always wanted to join the house team and help Hufflepuff win the Quidditch Cup of the year, but she'd never had enough time to practice last year because of her homework assignments. But now, Eloise was ready to help her house team win. She needed practice first, but Hufflepuff weren't playing for a while so she had plenty of time. She wasn't going to give up. She was a little smarter now, because she'd been studying over Christmas break.
Eloise stepped onto the grass, noticing there was another girl in the distance. She looked younger than Eloise, sort of like a fifth year or something like that. Eloise squinted at her from across the pitch. The color of her robes were red, so Eloise figured she was a Gryffindor. Well, she wasn't going to help. Eloise wanted to be to herself and practice on her broom, so she trudged forwards with her broom in her hand, tucked under her arm. She placed it on the ground, then placed her arm over it.
"UP!" she cried, and the broom shot up into her hand. It stung a bit, but the pain went away quickly. Eloise got onto the broom, then flew up into the air. She looked over towards the Gryffindor girl. She was perched on one of the golden hoops, so Eloise raced towards her, then asked, "What are you doing over here?"
Yes, she wasn't being very welcoming, but Eloise didn't mind because she was focused on her Quidditch skills. She wasn't often like this - in fact, in her other times she was more obsessed with her friends than Quidditch. But she knew in Hogwarts she was here to learn, and she was teaching herself Quidditch. Well, she had some help from a book, but she didn't mind. In fact, right now she only cared about practice. Yes, that was all. She wasn't onto anything else.
She waited again for the girl to speak. She wasn't really impatient, she just liked to socialize. Her friends had often said she was a big talker, and not much of a listener. Her friends since childhood said when she was younger, she had just talked to them, repeating the same subject over again. Eloise guessed it had been cute then. But if she tried now, she probably wouldn't be that cute. But she didn't even need to be cute. She just smiled lamely. Great way of making friends, Eloise. She mentally hit herself on the head.
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