Post by celeste rockelle dream on Feb 18, 2012 19:22:46 GMT
Celeste Rockelle Dream
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Celeste Rockelle Dream
nicknames: Cel
birthday: 9/12
age: Eighteen
house: Ravenclaw
blood status: Half-veela, half-magic
face claim: Emilie de Ravin
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
- Books
- Warm fireplaces
- Magic
- Rabbits
- Herbology
- Pumpkin juice
- Warm weather
- The smell of fresh pine
- Nature
- Flying
- Swimming
dislikes:
- Stupidity
- Indoors
- Cold weather
- A bad sense of humour
- Bullies
- Darkness
- Foxes
- Slytherins
- Her orphanage
- Want-to-be-perfects
strengths:
- Intelligent
- Ignores snotty comments
- Friendley
weaknesses:
- Doesn't really trust people
- Over-cautious
- Secretive
veritaserum:
- Her sister and parents are dead, even though she speaks of them as if they were alive
- She doesn't trust her own opinions
dementor: Her family dying
patronus:
Memory: First time she rode a broom
Patronus: A rabbit
sexuality & relationship status: Asexual
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Poseidon Markus Dream, deceased, former Ravenclaw
mother: Hestia Flynn Dream, deceased, part-veela
siblings: Georgia Dream, deceased when ten years old
others:
overall history:
Celeste Rockelle Dream was born on September 12 in Paris, France. Her father Poseidon was clever and independent. He had fallen in love with Hestia, a women who had veela blood in her. Their first born child was Celeste Rockelle Dream, a beautiful child with light hair just like her mother's. She had her father's eyes. Poseidon and Hestia adored their beautiful child.
Celeste was an intelligent child. She went to a very good school in Paris and learned very advanced curriculum. When she was eight, her little sister was born. Georgia was a beautiful child.
She was to go to Beaubatons until Hogwarts accepted her. Her father had gone to Hogwarts. He had been a prefect, captain of the Ravenclaw Quittitch Team, as well as Head Boy. Celeste then started attending Hogwarts.
Celeste loved Hogwarts. It was a great place. She was talented at magic and made a few friends, but not many. At first, she trusted all of them, they were kind and loyal. That's when they shifted to more popular groups. Celeste felt very alone, a loner of a Ravenclaw. She stopped trusting people.
Just about a month into Celeste's seventh and final year, her father, mother and sister got into a terrible magical accident of some sort. Celeste REALLY didn't trust anyone, as her parents were murdered.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Avie
gender: Female
age: Seventeen
contact: PM
how you found us: An advertisement
other characters: None
experience: A few years.
role play sample:Celeste mounted her broom nervously, the wood felt warm between her legs. If this was her first time flying she had hoped to be good at it. She tapped the grip eagerly. When their flying instructor finally blew the whistle, she kicked off into the air.
Celeste, only being eleven, hadn't realized the extremely amazing feeling of flying until that moment. They didn't have quittitch in Paris. The wind whipped through her long blonde hair, making it wizz behind her in a blur. Celeste smiled. She had never felt so amazing. She went around in circles on the old school broom, feeling more confident each time. She hoped that the moment may never be shattered from her mind.
But that's when it did shatter. Celeste fell, hundreds of feet down, and landed smack on the grass.
Celeste sat up with a start, cold sweat beating down her forehead. She looked at the time. She missed breakfast! Thank God it was Saturday. She got up and quickly and dressesd, her fantasy dream still fresh in her mind. She hadn't fallen on her first flight but she almost had, but didn't. It was good that she hadn't, though. Celeste looked at herself in the mirror, the same stressed-out figure as always. It was hard to believe that she was the same little girl she had just seen in that dream. She sighed and started down to breakfast.
The Great Hall was generally full. Celeste walked to her usual spot at the very end of the Ravenclaw table. She was alone. She started eating but she didn't really eat. Celeste had been depressed the past few months, there had been no one to talk to. She sighed and picked at her food, only taking small bites of it. What a horrible life it was.
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