Post by charisma doreen rae zabini on Feb 18, 2012 18:24:09 GMT
CHARISMA DOREEN RAE ZABINI
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: charisma doreen rae zabini
nicknames: ris -riz-, do, doreen, rae, zabini, martini.
birthday: august sixth
age: sixteen
house: slytherin
blood status: pureblood
face claim: megan fox
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: lipstick, smokig, alcohol, parties, music, potions, clothes, money, guys, gals, sex. her brother.
dislikes: sad pregnancy, death, her mother, getting sick, quidditch, losing, her name, herbology, boring people.
strengths: potions, seduction, lying.
weaknesses: addicted to cigarettes, cumpulsive liar, doesn't give a shit.
veritaserum: she's been pregnant before but miscarried during her second month due to stress. her mother used to beat her and encourage her to become evil.
dementor: the time her mother beat her near to death and then healed her, only to smack her down again.
patronus: coyote; her first kiss, it was with an older boy and it was sweet and sensitive and perfect.
sexuality & relationship status: bisexual, single.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: blaise zabini, , healer.
mother: tori zabini, forty, nurse.
siblings: --------- -------- zabini, seventeen, slytherin.
others: madame vivienne zabini, grandmother.
overall history: charisma doreen rae zabini; such a mouthful, but worth it fort blaise and tori zabini to name their only daughter. as the name process for naming their baby girl had blazed on, mr. blaise zabini was truly ready to kill his wife. it had been tradition in the zabini family for the husband to pick two middle names and the wife to pick the first, and tori zabini was trying to throw tradition to the window. his wife had wanted to name her charisma verity, trying to make an omen of sorts for her only daughter to be charismatic and pure. blaise was not going to have any of this; so when his wife had went through hours of labor on august sixth to have their child and lay in her hospital bed, dozing off in her drugged up high, blaise took that moment to tell the nurse just exactly what his childs name would be. he used charisma for what his wife had bragged about constantly as being the perfect name, and he chose doreen rae to represent his long deceased grandmother and one of his favorite names. when tori zabini woke up to find out her little girl wasn't named for such sweetness and purity, and instead named after her husbands bird of grandmother and a boy name.
charisma's first five years of life were full of ballet lessons, poise lessons, manners lessons; all of those lessons. her mother had demanded she be a proper pureblood lady. at the age of six, tori zabini began to beat charisma. tori was still upset over her naming, and after going into a post birthing deperession, she became angry. this child, the one she had spawned with her husband, had made her feel so horrid about herself and made her body stretch out so much, and in the end even her husband had turned again her and named the child behind her back. tori zabini was angry and she took all that anger out on young charisma's body for three years. on charisma's ninth birthday, tori zabini brought it too far and her husband found out. blaise zabini was furious and he did the first thing that came to his mind; he punched his wife square in the cheek. she had beat his little girl; she had beat their little girl. how dare she? blaise couldn't divorce the retched bitch though; he was under wizarding oath and a spiritual bond to the woman he had once loved, divorcing her would mean both of their deaths, but even in death, he'd still be laid down to rest next to her, and his mother, if she were to ever find out about what tori had done to her grandchild, would roll over in her grave before she let that woman in the zabini graveyard.
blaise zabini chose then to send his wife to alaska. he told all their friends and any reporters that she was staying with a friend for a long period of time, saying she had miscarried on their third child and couldn't handle the pain of being near their first too. to this day, blaise zabini is upset with himself for allowing his baby girl to get hurt like that. it was too late to save charisma though; her mind was forever warped from the physical and verbal abuse she had sustained over those three years. she was twisted now; she was never going to be innocent anymore. as her brother gradually went to hogwarts and then herself, her father knew she would end up in slytherin like himself and her brother. she, of course, was sorted into slytherin and was immediately pulled into the ranks of the baddest of the bad. she took a shining to potions and the dark arts in her second and third years. she lost her virginity rather quickly near the end of her fourth year. near the middle of her fifth year, in the midst of partying, smoking cigarettes, fucking random guys, and drinking fire whiskey, she became pregnant. she was ecstatic, really, the thought of having another child in her made her feel whole; she'd think maybe, just maybe, this child could cherish the innocence she never could. she soon learned that nothing she wanted would go as planned, as she miscarried during her second month due to stress on her body from her past beatings.
after that, she became sour and rude. that child would have been her life. she would have cherished it and loved it and given it the life she had always wished she had received. she would've been a damn mother. but it didn't happen. nearing the end of her fifth year, she was practically losing it. she wanted that child so bad and it was killing her. over the summer, she was able to deal with her pain a little bit better; she tortured various muggles and fucked multiple men, yet she still did not having that child she oh so adored and needed. she is now going into her sixth year and still as fucked up as ever.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: doree
gender: female
age: sixteen
contact: pm or skype
how you found us:
other characters: deidre black, fifteen, slytherin
experience: three years
role play sample:madame vivienne malfoy just couldn't sleep all that much anymore. after being taken, she just couldn't fathom sleeping more than four hours, like she did for the time she was captured. it had also gotten, due to staying up and reading over the summer, something she couldn't do during the day because of her father, she had become somewhat of a night owl, she could only sleep once she tired, and she was still wide awake. she had sat in her common room, wearing the clothes she had worn all day, she had the day off to catch up on work, and she did just that. all day she had worked on all the assignments she missed, and was on her third essay of the day, with a potions book propped on her knee, leaning against the arm of the chair she sat in, when she had decided she needed something to sate her growling stomach.
vivienne had learned better than to wonder the halls unarmed and with no stealth, she had also learned to pay more attention, and how to punch, just in case she was disarmed. quickly, she slipped up to her dorm and grabbed her bag, slipping on a pair of trainers as she exited, and pulling her wand from her back pocket to slip it into her shirt pocket. slipping from her common room, she slowly crept along the corridors, making her way to the kitchens. once she spotted the portrait, she stopped her wall hugging, and just walked up to it like a normal human being, it was clear no one was around to snatch her up, and her destination was in site, so why chill her body much more with the cold stone? sighing softly, she tickled the pear, flinching at it's giggle, too loud for her ears at te current time of night, especially when it was this late on a thursday night. if someone had heard that, she'd had been dead and detentioned.
stepping inside quickly, she entered the main part of the kitchen, and for a second, she froze, then her panic resided, realizing who the other two people in there were. letting out a sigh of relief, she took a seat on the side of rosie, craving to be close to someone female, something she had constantly needed for the past few days. smiling weakly, an almost shy smile, though she would never admit that she felt awkward at the moment, she ran a hand though her hair, it was let down, beginning to grow long enough to reach her belly button, her hat was secured to her head with muggle hair things. she then said,"hi guys." and slipped her bag from her shoulders. as a house elf asked what she wanted, coming out of no where and almost scaring her to death, she said,"some warm apple cider and toast please." smiling slightly.
she watched at it scurried off, and looking back up, she said,"you both do not even come close to knowing how relieved i came in and it was you two." then ran another hand through her hair.
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