Post by elise on May 8, 2011 0:29:00 GMT
elise adele dubois
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: elise adele dubois
nicknames: elle
birthday: may fifteenth
age: seventeen
house: ravenclaw
blood status: pureblood, 1-4th veela
face claim: candice swanpoel
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
dislikes:
transfiguration
charms
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weaknesses:
veritaserum:
she accidentally killed her little sisters rat when they were younger by over feeding it.
she is quite daring sometimes.
dementor:
[/justify]her worst memory had to be the day she fell out of a tree. since then heights havent exactly been on the top of her sight seeing list.
patronus:
[/justify]her best memory had to be hogwarts. it was a breathtaking site when she first arrived - and she'd scored lucky ravenclaw.
sexuality & relationship status: straight, single.
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I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: bastiene dubois, forty two, head auror
mother: adora devereaux, thrity eight, housewife
siblings: ____ _____ dubois, sixteen, gryffindor
others: na.
overall history:
The big white wedding had been a dream for Lottie Devereaux, and for the first time in her life the world looked a lot brighter than it did when she had started Beauxbatons. She'd never been the brightest bulb on the shelf. The typical blonde bombshell with no brains and a life pre-set out for her. The Devereauxs didn't care much for knowledge with their girls. It was always the boys that were going to work under their fathers name. Lottie never stood the chance of gaining a brain, they would no doubt have laughed at her if she'd asked for some sort of tutor. So failing her schooling years however successing in the art of music (she'd always had the soft spot for it) it was only natural for romance to bloom soon after meeting a boy that shared similar interests and was rather smart (well to Lottie at least) .The family being happy unite two pureblood well known families happily went ahead, and that big white wedding dream came more than just true.
Of course it was a few years after before Constance Adele Dubois came along. Shortened down to Connie the blonde haired blue eyed girl was the almost spitting image of her mother. Inheriting half veela from her mother, and the brains of her father - the child was naturally healthy. The downfall? Well she was also naturally clumsy. By the time she could walk she'd broke her wrist and arm - by the time she was five a leg to follow. Her nose came shortly after. Truth was, she simply wasn't balanced enough and by the time her sister came along it was even harder to keep steady on the feet. It was un-natural for a veela but her parents loved her for who she was not what she did.
Beauxbatons was a terrible time for Constance. She'd never fit in amongst the girls that could dance - or paint the perfect picture. The girls that could actually walk down a set of stairs without face planting the bottom. She was a joke - and it was part of that that made her the quiet simple girl she is today. She stuck her head in a book and got her grades up. It was her mother, Lottie whom after her husbands death (from a muggle car crash) decided a new start was needed and took both her daughters - Connie being fourteen at the time - to England, Derbyshire to try get over her grief. The girls were promptly began at Hogwarts - Connie earning Ravenclaw for the wise and her younger sister earning Gryffindor.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: esti
gender: female
age: eighteen
contact: pm only thanks
how you found us: im the admin ;D
other characters: none.
experience: four years.
role play sample:Most people would wonder just what Glyns parents were like over the fact his actions constantly got him into trouble and into plenty of sticky situations. If you were to ask him, well he'd claim his parents were like any others. They sent howlers, told him off, but it was very difficult to do much when he spent most of his time down in the lovely corridors of Hogwarts. With glyn, what you told him could sink in through one ear - but come tumbling back out the other meaning he wasn't really paying that much attention. Hence the fact he could shut off to his parents, walk away from the howlers that got sent and start randomly laughing when he was in the gryffindor head of house's office. It didn't take much, and it was more of a bad habit than an intention these days. He just seemed far to easy to distract and the smallest of things could amuse him in the dullest of moments. Few looked up to Glyn Rookwood as a role model, unless they were purely spitting mini mes of him and that (although not rare) was a fair occurence in the world.
With a small thud Victoire Weasleys shoes hit the ground, and Glyn glanced down at them a little shocked she was shoeless. He pondered over whether Vic had been at the party - or if it had just been by chance she got foot ache on her prefect duty. But not really caring either way he went back to examining the girl throughly in his drunken state. She was gorgeous to say the least - whether that was the veela 'curse' or just the way she'd come out, the almost perfect mix between her parents. She had a much darker blonde shade of hair to most veela, but he took into consideration she wasn't the full amount. Perfectly filled lips and gorgeous eyes. It was hard to not have a crush on something so almost perfect. She was wearing little to almost nothing. Just a short dress and clearly no shoes to match. He was too drunk to notice the small appearing bruises on her porcelaine skin. He soon spotted the girl rolling his eyes and he had to bite his tongue to hold back another giggle fit that seemed to be the hard lump forcing back up his throat.
It didnt take much to grab the gryffindors attention as Vic uttered something in the foreign french. A language that was easy to spot by the specific accent that came with it. Well that and Glyn knew for a fact Vic was french through blood. Hence the Veela she had running through her vains. “What’s going down is you just ruined my dress and we need to get you in to the tower before we get caught.” he couldnt help but smirk. Drunk quick thinking with little thought into what he was saying was enough to already escape his lips into the conversation. "but toire, you look better without anything on. " he grinned.
“Oh, Glyn… I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do but I certainly do not plan on raping you,” Glyn had his very own ways of offending people - and not by intention. It was the same with Arianna Azrael. He'd offered her a book about sparkly vampires called Twilight, and she'd took straight offence to it. It had soon come back to bite his arse as she had questioned him on why he'd given the book to her and demanded it was downright offensive to her kind. He'd noted to himself never to give her a book of any sort again because he was sure she would have had his balls for breakfast if he hadn't have legged it into the forbidden forest as fast as his legs would carry him. "You dont? Well i guess it doesn't class as rape if we both want it" he grinned. "Vicky im wearing more than you." he added noting the short dress she was wearing and compairing it to the pair of jeans he had on. He hadn't meant to cause offence but no doubt he was in for a slap for that comment.
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