Post by estella belladonna worthington on Feb 11, 2012 4:58:36 GMT
estella belladonna worthington
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: estella belladonna worthington
nicknames: s, stella, stell, star
birthday: january first
age: seventeen
house: gryffindor
blood status: pureblood and 1/4 veela
face claim: rosie huntington-whiteley
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
dislikes:
strengths:
weaknesses:
veritaserum:
dementor:
patronus:
sexuality & relationship status: straight and single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
[/size]ill make your head burn - - -[/center]
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father: peter michael worthington, fifty seven, unemployed
mother: aislyn catherine worthginton, fifty, deceased
siblings: n/a
others: vivienne charlotte nightingale, thirty nine, writer, guardian
anthony evan nightingale, forty seven, ministry worker, guardian
overall history:
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: ivy
gender: female
age: nineteen
contact: pm
how you found us: more than a memory
other characters: n/a
experience: a couple of years
role play sample:To most people Kayla seemed to keep to herself and dislike company. That was partly true. The brunette certainly did keep to herself but she did enjoy company. It wasn't just that she didn't like being in large groups of people. It made her uncomfortable and often left out when it came to making conversations. Kayla was not a person of many words, unless you knew her quite well, which many people didn't. She really wanted to make friends and let people in, but the brunette was afraid that they would betray her in some way. She also lacked in friendship building skills that so many people seemed to have developed at a young age. A skill that the girl still hasn't acquired yet and she hated that. Whenever she talked to someone, most of the time she only uttered one or two words during the whole conversation. The brunette was a listener, not a speaker. If someone had forced to speak in front of a big group of people, she would probably just stammer through the whole thing.
She couldn't remember how her fear of speaking in front of people began. When she was younger she use to be the most talkative person on earth, or at least that was what her siblings told her. Kayla wasn't even sure if that was true. For a long time she had believed that they were lying and made up that story just so the brunette could feel better about herself. How could they remember that she was talkative when she couldn't herself? Eventually she believed them though. There had to be a time when she didn't have a fear of speaking in front of people. Maybe her fear started with her parents. Now that Kayla could believe. They weren't the best parents in the world. In fact she couldn't remember if there was a time where she had said good things about her parents instead of just criticizing them. She seemed to be doing that extremely often now days. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't find a good thing to say about them now was it? The girl had spent all the time at Hogwarts convincing herself that her parents had brought this on themselves. Which was so far from the truth, but there was no convincing the girl otherwise.
Kayla had woken up earlier this morning and was determined to finish reading her pile of books today. She has had those books since two days ago, and she often got frustrated when she didn't finish reading all her books in a day or less. It made the brunette calmer in a sense and it made her less irritable for the rest of the day. Books were the girl¡¯s best friend. Books were her only best friends. It was true that she talked to many people and seemed to be close to a select few of them, but Kayla didn't consider then friends. In her book you had to open up to people to have them considered as friends. Others may not believe that, but the brunette was firm when it comes to her beliefs. A lot of people have told her that she could be as stubborn as a mule sometimes, and the girl took it as a compliment. She had a knack for taking most things that she didn't want to hear into compliments, even if they weren't necessarily insults. Sometimes she had a habit of over exaggerating things.
Right now she could be found sitting in a chair in the common room reading. Currently she was reading a book about a zombie apocalypse her older brother had gotten her on a trip to America. Kayla had been so mad at him at that time for not bring her along, that he had promised to bring her something back. She had wanted a book, but a book about a zombie apocalypse was not what she had meant. It was something for her younger brother, who was into bugs and other stuff boys seemed into at that age. But now that she was reading the book, it wasn't that bad, but she was never going to admit it to her older brother. She would rather die than admit to him that he was right. Not only did the brunette hated being wrong, but her brother was so damn smug when she admitted that she was wrong. Kayla continued reading and was almost done with another chapter, when it suddenly became loud in the common room. It seemed as though everyone else had woken up know and the common room was now turning into a social event of some kind. She sighed and carefully inserted a bookmark and closed the book. If she was ever going to finish this book, she was going to have to finish it somewhere quieter.
Kayla stepped out of the common room and began to search for a quiet place. Of course there was always the library, but most of the time there was more talking and socializing than reading and studying. After some searching, she finally found a quiet hallways where there didn't seem to be too many people around. The brunette sat down against the wall and was about to open her book and finish her book, when she spotted Lysander, who was reading. Now Kayla was someone who usually didn't disturb someone, especially when that person was reading, but she hadn't talked to him for a long time, and the brunette also enjoyed his company. Despite the fact that Lysander always got nervous around her, and she didn't know why, but she found him to be quite intelligent, unlike some people she knew. She stood up and walked to where he was. "Hi Lysander," Kayla said softly, and poked him gently on the arm just in case he didn't hear her, which she was pretty certain he didn't.
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