Post by lillian on Aug 15, 2011 3:45:13 GMT
lillian aphrodite devenere
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: lillian aphrodite devenere
nicknames: just lillian
birthday: april tenth, nineteen ninety-four
age: seventeen
house: slytherin
blood status: pure
face claim: selena gomez
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
- running
- sweet candy
- being right
- flirting
- getting what she wants
- picking on others
- being looked up to
- being intimidating
- being pretty
- her wand
- music
- quidditch
dislikes:
- being told what to do
- being turned down
- being told no
- watching her team lose
- any other Hogwarts house
- mud bloods
- blood traitors
- anyone that thinks they are better than her
- water
- meat (the texture of it)
strengths:
- quick witted
- great under pressure
- sleek tongue
- doesn’t give up easily
- high physical stamina (thanks to running)
weaknesses:
- doesn’t give up (will go til she kills over)
- quick to anger
- can’t swim
- boys often get in the way
- always has to be right
veritaserum:
- has a soft spot for animals
- she acts like she isn’t afraid of anything, when in all reality she has quite a few fears
dementor: when she was four years old, her father threw her in a lake near their manner in order to teach her how to swim and survive on her own. she almost died instead and never went in the water again.
patronus: lillian’s happiest memory would be the summer of her sixth year. she was invited to her first meeting by her father and though not quite intiated into the death eaters, was told that she would be a great asset to the group as soon as she had managed to get through her seventh year at Hogwarts. she was told it was for a reason, though the reason is unheard of at the moment to her. Her patronus form is of a black panther.
sexuality & relationship status: straight and single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: louis draco devenere, 50, ministry hit man
mother: danneel lilliana (de luca), 45, ministry record keeper
siblings: tristan ares devenere, 21, unknown
trenton hermes devenere, 21, unknown
others: n/a
overall history: Upon having twin boys, Danneel could only hope and pray that this go around she would end up with a girl. From the very beginning, Lillian was a pain in the ass. Three months into the pregnancy, Danneel was forced on bed rest for fear of losing the baby to unknown circumstances. Her health had dropped and she was close to passing away up until the day she had given birth to the girl she had hoped for. Finally being able to say the name she had had picked out since the very beginning to the baby in her arms.
Growing up, Lillian was super spoiled by her parents. Even though her mother and father gave her everything she had wanted and more, her father was still very strict on her. He wanted her to be fearless and to be ready for anything. She was fine with that up until he threw her into the lake near their manner. Nearly drowning, she had feared water since. As soon as her brothers were accepted into Hogwarts, Lillian’s parents began training them in the dark arts immediately. She took to them quickly and couldn’t wait until she was old enough to attend school. The day she received her letter, she forced her parents to take her to get her wand and supplies. Though they were aggravated with her attitude, they still did as she wanted and she received everything that was needed for her first year.
That was six years ago, and now she was starting in her seventh year. She knows where she wants to be and she thinks she knows how she needs to get there. It’s just a matter of not letting anything get in her way. However, she isn’t so sure she can pull it off. She’s an easily distracted female with far too many distractions this year.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Lita
gender: Female
age: Twenty
contact: PM works
how you found us: Caution Admin ad, I do believe. (:
other characters: N/A
experience: A few years… probably about seven or so.
role play sample:His pacing had been taking place for a good three hours now. There was a massive pile of beer cans smashed by his fist and piled near the corner, over flowing his waste paper basket. What was his deal? To tell you the truth, he hadn't a damn clue. He honestly had no reason to be antsy and running a hole into the plush royal purple carpet of the office he and Z shared. Up on the third floor, his heavy foot falls could be heard clear down in the kitchen of the first floor where the maids and cooks were currently preparing for the next meal. Being as large as he was, it wasn't unusual to hear him walking about, however, it was slightly unusual to hear him walking about with such rhythm. Pacing just wasn't his thing.
Having finished his other beer, he crumpled it and threw it into the massive pile. It tumbled down to the floor, bringing a few friends along with it. Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it quickly with the Zippo Zhaira had given him... the one with the tiny clover on it. He smiled having remembered that day and flicked it shut, setting it gently back into the front pocket of his dark blue jeans. His pacing continued only for a few more moments before he finally stopped and leaned against his desk. He crossed his boots at the ankle and closed his eyes. Smoking wasn't something he did often. In fact, he rarely smoked. But he was in need of something calming, and thankfully, he had jacked a pack from Matt earlier in the day. Turkish tobacco... he grinned crookedly... his favorite. Letting out a long exhale of smoke, he finished it off and put it out on the palm of his hand before flicking it into the trash amoung the cans.
Standing back up, Tristan moved to sit behind his desk. Maybe it was the fact that he was bored? No... well, it could possibly be.... Who knows when it comes to him. He scooted the throne type chair up to the desk and rested his arms upon the top casually. He needed something to do. Actually, he needed to speak with someone who he hadn't seen in what felt like ages. Where ever the hell Zhaira had went, he hadn't a clue, but he missed his leelan and he needed to see her. Why didn't he think of it earlier! The antsyness was do to missing her. Wasn't he such a moron? He looked over the desk toward the matted spot in the rug where he had messed it up by pacing. As soon as she saw it, she was going to beat him. And like any gentleman, he'd let her. Hell, she was his Queen after all. He smirked at the thought and looked over at the pictures he had on the desk. Resting his chin on his hand he let out a sigh and hoped to the Gods that she'd appear much sooner than later.
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