Post by deidre andromeda black on Feb 10, 2012 4:01:33 GMT
deidre andromeda black
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: " my name is deidre andromeda black, pronounce dee-dray. my middle name is not of any relation to the traitor andromeda black, it is in accordance to the constellation, so do not compare us. "
nicknames: " call me dee or dray. i've been called baby black and andy before, but i detest both names, so don't even try. "
birthday: " march ninth two-thousand-eight "
age: " i'm fifteen "
house: " i am of the most prominent and greatest house of slytherin "
blood status: " i am of pure heritage. "
face claim: " some say i look like this muggle actress dianna agron. "
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: " i adore tea; any kind really, as long as it's rather sweet. i'm obsessed with crumpets and any other form of baked goods. my favored classes are potions and herbology. i rather like fashion and cosmetology; i might take a career as a fashion witch. i love quidditch, it's absolutely fantastic. i love to look pretty and be complimented, though i'm not vain. my brother is one of my favorite people in the world, i adore and look up to him. i enjoy receiving high marks in my classes. "
dislikes: " i dislike any forms of pain, i'm quite a sissy at times. me being female, i also quite hate that womanly part of the month. even though i love quidditch and flying, i absolutely hate heights. i hate being compared to my brother, even though i love him. i, in a way, detest the pureblood society; with all the snotty people and their stuck up people. i rather dislike divination; it's all a load of rubbish. i dislike people who abuse their children or any other creature. i hate women who desert their children; me being a witch whom adores children and all. i hate sour candies; they leave a bad taste in my mouth. lastly, i dislike slutty girls; mainly because quite a few girls in slytherin a huge sluts themselves. "
strengths: " i'm quite adept at acting, if i do say so myself; i've make people believe i'm something i'm not for the past five years. i'm also one of the top witches in my year for potions class. other than that, my other strength is my ability to keep my bloody mouth shut and not tell peoples secrets. "
weaknesses: " i'm a bitch to most people; i can't help it. i'm absolute rubbish in divination, though i'm taking it so i can take as many classes as i can. i don't trust easilly due to my upbringing, though i wish i could trust a tad bit easier. "
veritaserum: " i'm scared my daddy will hate me if i tell him i do not want to follow through to the evil side and instead be on the good. i absolutely adore muggle music, but my parents do not approve. "
dementor: " i'm terrified of spiders, all spiders. their creepy little things and i just can't stand them. my worst memory was when my father locked me in the attic when i was seven; i had done something bad, don't ask me what it was now, and he decided to punish me by locking me in their all day and all night. it was infested with all sorts of bugs and there was even a few bats. "
patronus: " my patronus takes form of a black cat; my best memory is of the christmas after my third birthday, i received my a porcelain doll that year; it had blonde hair and hazel eyes, and the rosiest cheeks, i named her marigold. i still have her to this day. "
sexuality & relationship status: " i'm heterosexual and single. also, ready to mingle as some say. "
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: " my fathers name is alphard black, he is forty-six, and an employee in some sector on the ministry, i don't really know which. "
mother: " my mother is estelle black nee gaunt. she is forty, and unemployed. she is the lady of black manor. "
siblings: " i have an older brother; he is nineteen and was in the same house as me, slytherin.
others: " i'm obviously related to the various black ancestors before me. i have cousins with the gaunt and lestrange families; i also have distant relations to the malfoys. "
overall history: " what most people don't know is that i was not born on british soil; i was born on a steamy march day in australia. it was around two weeks before my due date when my mum decided she wanted to go to australia and not have her baby girl in such a 'cold, damp place' such as st.mungos. i was born a week after her arrival in australia; they had to go more so the muggle than wizarding way for fear of her getting hurt by flooing and how uncomfortable she'd be on a broom. my birth was quite easier than my brothers birth for my mother, and after entering into labor around twelve in the afternoon, i was finally born at three thirty six that afternoon. i had a nice head of blonde curls and my mums dazzling eyes. three days after my birth, my mum brought me back to our home in london and to my life as the baby of the family. i was spoiled from the start; i received toys of all kinds, candies of rarity, and any little playmate i wanted. i was a down right brat as i grew up; i screamed, i yelled, i pouted, i brought out the fake tears. i drove all of my nannies crazy. this all stopped when my father shoved me into the attic for punishment for doing something.
as i grew older and watched the sins of both my parents and my brothers ways, i came to realize something; this was not the life i desired. i was only ten when i realized this. even when my brother was only thirteen or fourteen at the time, i knew he was completely taking the path my parents wanted him to take. i love my brother, really, i do; i just don't respect the work of the dark arts like i did when i was younger. a year after i realized i did not want that path, i received my hogwarts letter. i was ecstatic. excited beyond belief really. i was going to actually be leaving home and doing exploring of my own. on the train ride over, i sat with three other first years; other pureblood children i had met before. upon reaching hogwarts and entering into the sorting ceremony, i was promptly sorted into slytherin like my brother. i've made many friends through my years in this house; i've also made many enemies. i've made them both in this house and out of it.
from the start, i was obsessed with my studies. i've always been an intelligent young lady. from my third year and forward i've been getting the highest marks of my year. since the beginning of my first year, i've also been living a huge lie. i've acted like the perfect pureblood daughter when i'm not; i secretly support the good side, but i'm not stupid enough to let people know. i'm not stupid enough to screw myself over. i am now in my fifth year, and ready to burst because of all the tension brewing between houses, and i'm getting tired of living a lie. "
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: doree! -dori-
gender: female!
age: sixteeeeeeen
contact: pm & skype
how you found us: an add on a site i'm on (:
other characters: nonee
experience: almost three years!
role play sample:ursula greyback had always been the strange one, and even at her age she was still rather crazy. she probably would never grow up fully. she was denied the childhood she rightfully should've received, but forcibly forfeited due to lycanthropy and her muggle mother. she was always pushed around and hated as a child; she was different and muggle children didn't like different. they were like the pureblood snobs who had followed voldemort. those children had followed their blonde haired little girl leader and hated her like the other little girl had. her family was contacted by a wizard soon after her sixth birthday, and ursula was carted away, her mother happy. those hateful little children were soon forgotten; they wouldn't own up to what she would go through soon after.
she was sent to live with a family with the same problem as her, she couldn't remember their names anymore, it was a distant, painful, memory. all she knew was that she didn't belong there either. she lived with them for years, and around her tenth birthday, the family ditched her. she then started living with a regular wizarding family with a son who was bit by a person by her and changed. they were more welcoming. her hogwarts years were ordinary at best, even being half werewolf, the moon made her lose control and change. her life was finally turned for the better when she was sixteen; an older male named storm greyback contacted her. his name surprised her; his last name was her last name. the one her mother wrote on her birth certificate but never had herself.
then, she found the true inheritance of her life. she was dirt; the daughter of scum, but she was still grand and wonderful in her own way. storm and herself grew close. she found out she was the first born female of fenrir greyback and her the first born male, at that point in time, neither meant much to her, but as she received her teaching job at hogwarts at the age of twenty-two and started to slowly meet her other siblings, she actually found her way to loving most, if not all, of her half siblings. she always thought over how her life would have been if she had never met storm, or if her mother had decided to keep her, or if she weren't deserted by her second family. none of it mattered any more, though. she had her own family now, tons of half-siblings.
through her mind wandering, ursula hadn't realised her feet had dragged her to the black lake; the heels on her shoes already charmed not to stab the grass. staring out over the lake, she didn't feel even a shiver as the icy winds picked up a bit. the winter season was approaching quickly, but she didn't care; she'd still wander around in skirts and short-sleeve blouses like she was dressed in at the moment. the cold never bothered her; it was the inner wolf that kept her body warmed like it was. she, unlike some others, had made peace with her inner wolf, instead of hating it her whole life like others. she found it easier than hating the entire being that made her original. sighing softly, ursula kicked a rock and watched as it skidded across the ground and into the shallow waters of the lake's bank, watching the water ripple around it. oh, how she loved nature
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