Post by katarina on Jan 16, 2012 2:01:41 GMT
katarina marie petrova
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: katarina maria petrova
nicknames: kat, kit(her father), bitch
birthday: october 31st
age: seventeen
house: slytherin
blood status: pure-blood
face claim: leighton meester
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
[/size]rolling in the deep - - - - - -[/center]
likes: revenge. being right. getting her way. diamonds and all those expensive things. fashionable things. men. women. using people. wicked behavior. being the best at anything and everything. finer things in life. elite lifestyle. slytherin. superiority. ect.
dislikes: losing. not getting anything she asks for. overly happy people. competition. being challenged. attention whores(although she's one herself). bubbly bimbos. flee infested animals. any house other than slytherin(with a few exceptions). the overly religious.bitter tasting food. chocolate. imperfections. ect.
strengths: persistent. resourceful. secretly caring. does well a manipulation.
weaknesses: isn't good at loosing. doesn't let things go. vain. narcissistic. up front. stubborn. vengeful. callous.
veritaserum: she isn't all she claims to be; she's easily damaged and has some what of heart.
dementor: being humiliated in front of a group.
patronus: being sorted into slytherin & lioness
sexuality & relationship status: bisexual & single by choice (so she claims)
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: vincent petrova, forties, businessman
mother: yasmin vaughn, late thirties, n/a
siblings: two sisters, three brothers.
others:
overall history: katarina pretrova, slytherin, manipulative, a bitch. she was born into the pretrova family, vincent and yasmin petrova. a big white planned wedding was set for the young couple. but their say in the marriage wasn't theirs. personalities would clash very often, sudden similarities would surface at times. but other than such manipulative tendencies - they didn't seem to fit. but their parents didn't care, all they wanted was to make the perfect power couple. so the two families settled to an agreement that their children, kat's parents, would be soon married. even with all possible resistance they couldn't be exempt from the marriage, they'd be shunned if not. with no possible way out, the marriage was official.
a year down they birthed their first child. neither were for it, but it had to be done. with that they were given a son, a beautiful son, but with his mothers personality. this didn't please vincent, he married the mother he didn't need two of them walking around. but those amazing eyes of a newborn allowed him to settle (same as the other pregnancies). for this he would later be awarded a perfect daughter, katarina marie patrova. kat like her father was built upon cruel intentions. she was the spitting image of her father, no doubt. her frame and figure might belong to her mother, but personality and actions reflected her father. so you could say kat was born to have such iniquity.
when magic came into the picture her family sat her down to explain. her mother sympathetic, and her father up front with no apologies. they promptly informed her of her given witch abilities, and with no surprise she didn't mind. kat was thrilled even. she was getting more power than imagined and that pleased her. then when she turned eleven and hogwarts came into the picture she was more than ecstatic to enter the school. putting on the dusty old hat during her fist year it voiced "slytherin" without any consideration of another house and years on she would prove to be the perfect slytherin.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
[/size]you had never met me - - - - - -[/center]
name/alias: reed
gender: wouldn't you like to know >;3
age: 15
contact: pm
how you found us: affiliates
other characters: none yet
experience: i have no recollection of my experience, to be honest. just trust that i'm not really that good at roleplaying.
role play sample:The holidays always seemed joyful, and filled with family values, but it was normally just a party event for the Grace's. Sam had only known the all out parade along the mansion halls, nothing ever seemed private, or traditional around the holiday times. So he didn't know how Aspen, his guest for the holidays, was going to react to the party. Probably should have warned her, or hinted that there was going to be something of a party to be expected. However, this was just Christmas Eve, Christmas day was something quaint and simple. Sam hoped that what it was going to turn out to be. Simple. He didn't want to flash his families wealth in his friends face, or have his family give her a tour of their prized jewels, and so on. Sammy didn't resent his family for being wealthy, he was proud that they where able to work so hard to get what they wanted, but what he didn't like was the flaunting of their assets. It was impolite and rude, to Same. His parents didn't think anything of it, it was normal behavior for the wealthy, always competing with each other for the best things. It was quite sad that they did this, some people didn't have even one fourth of what they owned. Sam tries his best to keep afar from that behavior, being humble with his wealth, and not even mentioning it to his friends. Also, something he should have told Aspen.
Sam never had anyone come home for the holidays with him, his parents always wanted him to bring his girlfriend with him If they only knew he wasn't looking to bring, or even have a girlfriend, then they'd stop pestering him. Sadly, Sam was not ready to reveal the big secret, but he knew the truth would leave his lips one done. Not any day soon. Well, if the right person came along, sure. If the right friend was there for him, he'd also admit to his like of the same sex. He was sure to tell Aspen, if she asked, or if he couldn't contain it any longer. It would certainly be a good release for, and good for his mental heath as well. Sam wasn't so sure about it still, Aspen was nice and trusting, but it was a big secret of his to share. One he kept hidden along with his feeling for a certain friend, a very wild friend at that. Sam tried to image telling Aspen, but he always had pessimistic outcomes, and it was Aspen! She was too lovable to be afraid of, but he didn't know if he'd disappoint his friend this way. Whatever that way means.
Arriving at his family home, he followed each detail as the car flashed across the drive way. His mother seemed to like the idea of a gold, and many other French-esque type designs. Sam himself was also intruiged with the French, but the French didn't seem to be so caring towards him. Spotting the pale staircase leading to the grand mansion, Sam slid out of the town car, and watched as the "help" lug his carry on's to the house. He didn't like them waiting on him, hand and foot, but he couldn't say no for they'd be out of the job. It was better than a house elf for sure, they deserved better treatment, and the fact that the house is in the muggle world they surely couldn't have an elf roaming the halls, greeting the non-wizards. Surely it would raise questions. Thankfully, without any damage to themselves or Sam's luggage, they managed to get his small amount of clothing to the house. He wasn't planning on staying the whole week, be his parents would probably guilt trip him into staying a couple more days. Which meant he had to keep busy, clear from his parents, only if he wanted to get out of staying any longer than he wanted. It all depended on whether or not his hufflepuff friend wanted to stay, he didn't want to leave her a lone for the remainder of the break, even if she had a cousin to fall back on.
Sam never really focused on himself, a people pleaser, which is why he relied on Aspens decision to stay or go. He never had a mind of his own, but he was slowly developing a personality of his own. It's taking forever, however, Sam just kept worrying about everyone but himself. A good thing he supposes, it was nothing like his parents. Although, they did do everything they could for him, big house, opening world wide opportunities, nothing but the best, and he didn't even ask for it. He didn't want it anyhow, they all didn't matter, they where just material things to him. Nothing sentimental or personal values, and anything Sam loved the most was always an important thing to hold close. So anything held dear to him was always protected under lock and key, or being guarded by a dragon in the bank. Sadly he was sure to get more material accessories during this holiday, but he always had a big smile upon his face when given a gift, and he always believed in that the thought counts. They where thinking he'd love it, or he'd love them more because of it. Again he wasn't for material things, they seemed to be filled with empty values, and just plainly buying his love. Sam couldn't be bought. He could only be loved the old fashioned way, by loving him.
Family time. The family time was okay, despite the fact his parents try and buy his affection, it was nice. As tradition, they had a quiet dinner in the dining room, spread out of course. They'd need five arms to pass the salt on far their where from each other. It was strange they didn't go the expense to buy a small, private affair, dining room for the holidays. Too much of a waste, nothing too small for this family. "Samuel, my baby!" Sam's mother shouted from the staircase. She was draped in her most luxurious attire. Must have been for Aspen. "Hi mom," he responded, smiling one cheek at a time. With an embracing hug, and brush of the hair. Sam was finally able to pry his mother off of him. His mother was a dainty, thin, blonde, and elegant woman. She had the qualities of a beauty queen, but with, lets put it this way slytherin aspirations. She loved the big life, living large in upper-class London, she was like the queen of the social climbers, and doesn't seem to be stopping her climbing so soon. Not many seconds after, came his dad. "Hey Sammy!" Sam's fathered yelled in a husky tone. Giving one of his manly hugs, Sam's dad patted him on the back and left him be. Sam's father was the opposite of his mother. He was brown haired, handsome man, with slight touches of grey to give detail to his face. His father was the cause of their wealth, he started it all with his businesss owning self. Again, he proud of his families abilities to keep their status,it was a job itself. Smiling, Sam was oddly happy to be home. He hoped Aspen would happy too.
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