Post by trinity on May 11, 2011 18:00:40 GMT
trinity alia azrael
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: trinity alia azrael
nicknames: trin, ali, rae
birthday: april thirteenth
age: twenty-two
house: gryffindor, transfiguration professor
blood status: three quarters vampire
face claim: anne hathaway
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: teaching, students, transfiguration, potions, dueling, reading, animals, plants, shopping, feeling safe, quills, muggle technology, watching her mom and siblings play quidditch, traveling, hugs, soft kisses on the forehead, music, writing, old photos, vintage things, drinking, parties, having a good time, laughing, the color blue, animals, magic, watching quidditch,
dislikes: flying, dolls, hangovers, lying, being lonely, her insecurities, hearing people put themselves down, being forced to do anything, shopping for presents, holidays, arguing, fighting
strengths: transfiguration, potions, teaching, caring for animals and plants, being such a girly girl, looking at the bright side of things, flying ( if she’d ever allow herself to do it again) arguing, dueling, hiding things and herself
weaknesses: her emotions, good students, a good challenge, her family, her siblings, a good duel, learning something new, her kneazle, a good party
veritaserum: she was raped the summer after she graduated from hogwarts when she'd gone out with friends to celebrate; she feels lonely and unloved most of the time.
dementor: worst memory; the shape of a very big man, but the face is shadowed out. it’s basically the man who raped her, but his face is never shown. not because she doesn`t know, but because she`s blocked out his face for so long in her head that all her mind knows is the shadowed out face. trinity trained her brain to not know the face of her attacker. she needed to do so, in order to be able to sleep or even just close her eyes briefly. || worst fear is that it'll happen again.
patronus: trinity's patronus takes the form of a magpie. the memory that used to work for her was when she was about four years old and her mom took her for a ride on her broom for the first time ever.
sexuality & relationship status: bisexual, single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: lucius azrael, ninety-six but looks around fourty six, former professional quidditch player, head of the department of international magical cooperation
mother: pandora azrael ( nee. ulka ), thirty nine, professional quidditch player
siblings: --- azrael, seventeen, hufflepuff, sister || --- azrael, sixteen, ravenclaw, brother
others: her kneazle, dora
overall history:
trinity alia azrael was born to lucius and pandora azrael on april thirteenth. being born to two professional quidditch stars put a lot of weight on the outcome of trinity`s from day one. and for a while, she lived up to those expectations. she was in love with quidditch and flying since the first time her mom gave her a ride on her broom when she was four years old. she had a pretty great childhood life. she was spoiled, of course. her life seemed surprisingly normal for the child of a vampire and a part vampire. and being three quarters vampire herself… she managed pretty well. she welcomed her little sister when she was five years old and from the beginning she adored her. trinity has always loved babies. she`d always want to hold her and love on her. she always wanted trinity and baby time. she found time for it every day. when she got too big and heavy for her to hold, trinity still played with her a lot but she always wanted a baby to hold and help her mom dress and play with. then came their little brother. with him, trinity was the exact same way as she was with her sister. eventually, like all babies, her grew too big for little trinity to hold. and around that time, she`d gotten her snitch necklace, so her obsession with quidditch came back on strong.
when she was eleven, like all magically gifted children, trinity got her acceptance letter into Hogwarts. she was elated, to say the least. of course, she didn`t want to leave her siblings but she knew she had to. her first year of Hogwarts was pretty uneventful. she was in awe of the quidditch teams and made sure to make close friends with the members of the gryffindor. in return for being their little friend, a lot of them allowed her to ride their brooms and taught her some amazing moves on them. when she got home at the end of the school year, she was surprised to find that her amazing father had bought her her own broom. she rode the thing the entire summer. and soon went back to school to become the superb quidditch player she was. trinity was happy to have earned the seeker position and worked hard to make sure her team won their games – not saying she won every game but they did pretty good. she continued to play quidditch and love it. well, up until her accident. during the summer before her fifth year, she`d gone out riding her broom in a bad thunderstorm. she`d snuck out, of course. her parents wouldn`t let her ride her broom in weather like that. she`d ended up crashing hard into a paved road and badly hurting herself on her shoulder & upper back area along with breaking her arm in multiple places. she stayed outside in the horrible weather and in excruciating pain until her parents actually came out looking for her. she`d gotten extremely sick from the exposure of the weather. after that whole ordeal, she tried to ride again but she`d end up having small panic attacks. so she quit all together and from then on, she`d never ridden a broom. although her love for them, and quidditch never went away.
things were fine for her after that, she was still a very happy young lady. then after her last year at Hogwarts, she’d gone out to celebrate the end of their time at the magic school and she’d left them for a moment to go to the restroom and then get a drink. as she started to walk out the bathroom, she was attacked and taken back in… and raped. she never told anybody... well, except a couple people she really trusted. she worked hard to move on with her life and reach her goal of becoming a professor at Hogwarts. she became a professor but she’s still jaded from her ordeal. it still haunts her and eats at her internally, no matter how much she smiles. hopefully she can get over the ordeal on her own or find someone to help her get over it.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: allie!
gender: vagina
age: twenty
contact: pm
how you found us: caution
other characters: none!
experience: 4+ years
role play sample:it felt, to bunni, like she was fucked up all the time. drunk or high. didn`t matter what. just felt like being fucked up was something that was constant in her life. it was unfortunate but she was starting to feel like her life`s goal was to pretty much end up an alcoholic coke whore. she had to thank the stars that her daddy had put his foot down and told her to shape the hell up. and she had to thank them twice for having something so important to her be put on the line for it. she sat on the floor in her dorm for a bit, before jumping up and doing a line of blow and getting herself dressed and cute. she was gunna go out. where? she had no fucking clue. but sitting in that damn dorm wouldn`t do anything good for her mind. bunni grabbed her keys and walked out the door a few minutes later.
when she got outside the first thing she did was light a cigarette. she`s a chain smoker, what else would she do? she let the first puff blow out and then she continued to walk ahead towards the car her daddy bought for her to drive around. she hoped in and before she even closed the door she`d started up the car and began driving away from the school. fuck that academy. she already hated it and she hadn`t even been there long. it was uneventful as all shit and she complained about that a hell of a lot. she didn`t know what she expected from the small town considering she`d just gotten torn from a life that was always moving and shuffling and busy. it was a small town; and while it had a shitload of people… a lot of those people just weren`t much of bunni`s cup of tea. or she just didn`t want to sit down and get to know them and try to break past a stupid guard or wall… she tried and it was successful sometimes, but other times, it was just tiring. and bunni knew she could be spending her time and energy doing other things. damn this small town. if only she could get back to england…
bunni had decided to find a view or something; sit there and just fucking chill. bring a few bottles and just listen to music and watch the stars. she thought that sounded like a perfect plan. it wasn`t crazy; and it wasn`t just sitting in that damn dorm all night. bunni stopped at the first store she saw and, with the help of her trusty fake id, she bought a few big bottles of booze then made her way towards a spot where the clerk at the store told her about. devil’s den, was the name. it sounded like a swell place to drink. especially at one a.m. so she pushed down on the gas and drove as quickly as she could up there.
she almost screamed at the view. it was amazing. and the area was so empty that the sky showed as bright as the day. bunni grinned wide before climbing up on the hood of the car and getting comfortable with the first bottle of booze. she laid there, drinking, watching the stars and thinking. who knew a girl like her would have deep thoughts, huh? she thought about what the fuck she was doing with her life and how the hell she`d get it to a point where everybody would be happy. she thought about how scared she was about going back to england. what`ll happen if she does shape up then goes back and gets right back into the bullshit she always surrounded herself with? she had no clue but the thought scared her.
“damn all this thinking. damn it to hell.” bunni said aloud before sitting up and taking a big swig of her bottle of tequila. she took her phone out her pocket and looked through her contacts. who the hell would be up to just sitting out and getting fucked up with her at this time? a couple people popped into her head. she scrolled past a few then found herself going back and when she stopped on a contact she gently touched the ‘send msg’ option on her phone and composed a simple message: ‘dekker, bring your butt to devil`s den and brings some goods. i have three full bottles of booze and one half full, and i need help getting rid of them all.’ she sent the message then before putting her phone away and laying back down, she sent another one to continue the other; ‘please & thank you.’ why not be courteous to the person she wanted to come? she only hoped the guy would actually get there before she was drunk out of her mind.
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