Post by caline on Jul 3, 2011 23:24:32 GMT -5
caline pandora d'eath
eighteen , gryffindor , freshman , rosie huntington-whiteley , canon
name:
caline pandora d'eath
nicknames:
cay
age:
eighteen
house:
gryffindor
occupation:
student
blood status:
half blood, 1/2 vampire
wand:
9 3/4 inch mahogany w/ dragon heartstring, pliable
relationship status:
single
caline pandora d'eath
nicknames:
cay
age:
eighteen
house:
gryffindor
occupation:
student
blood status:
half blood, 1/2 vampire
wand:
9 3/4 inch mahogany w/ dragon heartstring, pliable
relationship status:
single
play-by:
rose huntington-whiteley
hair color:
light brown
eye color:
hazel
distinguishing features:
plump lips
style:
"i am definitely a girly girl. even when out on the quidditch pitch, i sport makeup and even add a bow in my hair. bows are love, by the way! so yea, i love wearing bows, clips, and all the like. i'm a big fan of glitter and proud of it. i like pinks, purples, and blues, but like to wear tight, black clothes when i feel sexy. i like my jeans tight and matching with heels. i'm big into feeling desirable. honestly? that's my style. i know it might not fit perfectly with my competitive attitude, but that's the way it is."
rose huntington-whiteley
hair color:
light brown
eye color:
hazel
distinguishing features:
plump lips
style:
"i am definitely a girly girl. even when out on the quidditch pitch, i sport makeup and even add a bow in my hair. bows are love, by the way! so yea, i love wearing bows, clips, and all the like. i'm a big fan of glitter and proud of it. i like pinks, purples, and blues, but like to wear tight, black clothes when i feel sexy. i like my jeans tight and matching with heels. i'm big into feeling desirable. honestly? that's my style. i know it might not fit perfectly with my competitive attitude, but that's the way it is."
likes:
sleeping in, candy, quidditch, boys, cuddling, being treated right, shopping, studying, independence, exercise, tree climbing, exploring, adventure, hamsters, sunglasses, heels, leather
dislikes:
falling, the dark, heartbreaks, snakes, cats, pencils, technology, stupidity, graveyards, roses, jerks, spicy food, being itchy, nightmares
strengths:
brave, loyal, independent, strong, generous, caring, forgiving
weaknesses:
distant, easily concerned, scared of herself, can't trust others, temperamental
fears:
the dark, snakes, herself
dreams:
finding someone to love her, doing something positive for society
secrets:
scared of herself
personality:
"honestly, my personality is pretty average for someone like me. being a half-vampire, i can be a bit temperamental. anyone can though, really. aside from my little mood swings, i'm a fairly bearable person. and i think i'd even go beyond that and say i'm fun to be around! i generally set a light and airy mood, especially among my good friends. i think what sets me apart from most kids at university, and at hogwarts when i attended, is that i have a country accent, being from america. it's a bit attractive, i must say. anyway, i'm a nice person. i get along easily with people, but i don't trust them. i've had a lot of trust issues in my life, so i find it difficult to make true friends. because of my family not wanting me, i feel like i have no one to rely on. i don't want to be weak and give up my hopes and dreams and put them into people. i feel like the one person i can count on is myself, and that's it. i'm going to be in my own best interests, but others could be in it for personal gain. honestly, i can't bare to watch people walk out of my life again. if you get in my little circle, though, you're forever there. i stand by my friends thoroughly, since they're all i really have now. i am a strong, independent young lady and i'm doing fine by myself. i've always been independent. ever since my mum left me in the orphanage, i've had to fend for myself. i've always striven to be the best i could be because of it. my past has definitely made me stronger, too. i don't like being persuaded to do things i don't like. i'd like to find someone i didn't have to keep secrets from and someone who could love me, but i don't think i will find that special guy. i don't even love myself, how could someone else? back to my peppy self now, yea? i don't like being depressing and stuff, but it happens. anyway, aside from my depression state, i'm actually a pretty upbeat person. i tend to skip-to-the-loo and all that jazz. i like bright colors and shiny things. i like having fun, climbing trees, and being productive. i actually can have a smile on my face, even if at this point you consider me doomed. i'm not doomed. i don't think doomed is the right word for me. maybe heartbroken or helpless, but not doomed. if i was doomed, i wouldn't be going to university, trying to be something better. i'm always trying to improve myself. being the best 'me' i can be is very important to me. i strive every day to make my family proud, so that even if they didn't want me, i can want me. i have to be able to accept myself for who i am. it's necessary, at this point, or i will be doomed. for now, though, i'm pretty confident in my abilities. i'm going to do what's best for myself, because i am so determined to do so. all that matters at this point is that i'm trying to be happy. i really, really am.
apart from my actual personality, i'd like to include some things i'm interested in. being a brave little vampire, i like to explore. this includes tree climbing and simple venturing off, at times. i don't like to sit in one place for too damn long. i also enjoy cuddling and the opposite sex in general. of course, i'm too distant to let anyone close, but i have had a few crushes during my lifetime. i also have a thing for hamsters. they're just so darn adorable, really! my dislikes are fairly decent to handle. it's not like i'm some menacing maniac, so my dislikes are pretty normal for anyone, really. again, i'm not that special. i hate falling. i think if i could conjure up some sort of defense mechanism in my wand that senses if i fall, i'd do it. maybe i will invent it some day. who knows? anyway, i also don't like snobby people, which unfortunately associates with a lot of slytherins. not that i judge. i would make friends with anyone who truly wanted to be my friend, as long as i kept that at a safe distance away. i think roses are cliche, and as such i don't like them. i'd rather have tulips. being itchy is a most disturbing feeling, which is why i moisturize my skin daily. nightmares, unfortunately, are a nightly occurrence of mine. i hate them. i hate watching myself wake up in that orphanage, night after night. i hate watching my small form look around, screaming for my mother and dad. no one comes, so no one makes it a dream. it continues to be a nightmare. i really, really despise them.
i have a secret. promise not to tell? we are standing by a wishing well. ha! not really. but if you know of the muggle snow white, you'd catch on. anyway, i really only have one secret i keep to myself and that's the fact that i'm scared of myself. being a half-vampire, i have to constantly watch myself around people. i'm so scared i'm going to hurt someone, when all i want to do is help. it's why i think so lowly about myself. i mean, what kind of person lives like this? i hate it. i need to break out of this dark hole and explore new light, get a new perspective on things. i'm holding onto hope that someone will come along and allow me to do just that, but for right now, i'm just living. living, living, living. "
sleeping in, candy, quidditch, boys, cuddling, being treated right, shopping, studying, independence, exercise, tree climbing, exploring, adventure, hamsters, sunglasses, heels, leather
dislikes:
falling, the dark, heartbreaks, snakes, cats, pencils, technology, stupidity, graveyards, roses, jerks, spicy food, being itchy, nightmares
strengths:
brave, loyal, independent, strong, generous, caring, forgiving
weaknesses:
distant, easily concerned, scared of herself, can't trust others, temperamental
fears:
the dark, snakes, herself
dreams:
finding someone to love her, doing something positive for society
secrets:
scared of herself
personality:
"honestly, my personality is pretty average for someone like me. being a half-vampire, i can be a bit temperamental. anyone can though, really. aside from my little mood swings, i'm a fairly bearable person. and i think i'd even go beyond that and say i'm fun to be around! i generally set a light and airy mood, especially among my good friends. i think what sets me apart from most kids at university, and at hogwarts when i attended, is that i have a country accent, being from america. it's a bit attractive, i must say. anyway, i'm a nice person. i get along easily with people, but i don't trust them. i've had a lot of trust issues in my life, so i find it difficult to make true friends. because of my family not wanting me, i feel like i have no one to rely on. i don't want to be weak and give up my hopes and dreams and put them into people. i feel like the one person i can count on is myself, and that's it. i'm going to be in my own best interests, but others could be in it for personal gain. honestly, i can't bare to watch people walk out of my life again. if you get in my little circle, though, you're forever there. i stand by my friends thoroughly, since they're all i really have now. i am a strong, independent young lady and i'm doing fine by myself. i've always been independent. ever since my mum left me in the orphanage, i've had to fend for myself. i've always striven to be the best i could be because of it. my past has definitely made me stronger, too. i don't like being persuaded to do things i don't like. i'd like to find someone i didn't have to keep secrets from and someone who could love me, but i don't think i will find that special guy. i don't even love myself, how could someone else? back to my peppy self now, yea? i don't like being depressing and stuff, but it happens. anyway, aside from my depression state, i'm actually a pretty upbeat person. i tend to skip-to-the-loo and all that jazz. i like bright colors and shiny things. i like having fun, climbing trees, and being productive. i actually can have a smile on my face, even if at this point you consider me doomed. i'm not doomed. i don't think doomed is the right word for me. maybe heartbroken or helpless, but not doomed. if i was doomed, i wouldn't be going to university, trying to be something better. i'm always trying to improve myself. being the best 'me' i can be is very important to me. i strive every day to make my family proud, so that even if they didn't want me, i can want me. i have to be able to accept myself for who i am. it's necessary, at this point, or i will be doomed. for now, though, i'm pretty confident in my abilities. i'm going to do what's best for myself, because i am so determined to do so. all that matters at this point is that i'm trying to be happy. i really, really am.
apart from my actual personality, i'd like to include some things i'm interested in. being a brave little vampire, i like to explore. this includes tree climbing and simple venturing off, at times. i don't like to sit in one place for too damn long. i also enjoy cuddling and the opposite sex in general. of course, i'm too distant to let anyone close, but i have had a few crushes during my lifetime. i also have a thing for hamsters. they're just so darn adorable, really! my dislikes are fairly decent to handle. it's not like i'm some menacing maniac, so my dislikes are pretty normal for anyone, really. again, i'm not that special. i hate falling. i think if i could conjure up some sort of defense mechanism in my wand that senses if i fall, i'd do it. maybe i will invent it some day. who knows? anyway, i also don't like snobby people, which unfortunately associates with a lot of slytherins. not that i judge. i would make friends with anyone who truly wanted to be my friend, as long as i kept that at a safe distance away. i think roses are cliche, and as such i don't like them. i'd rather have tulips. being itchy is a most disturbing feeling, which is why i moisturize my skin daily. nightmares, unfortunately, are a nightly occurrence of mine. i hate them. i hate watching myself wake up in that orphanage, night after night. i hate watching my small form look around, screaming for my mother and dad. no one comes, so no one makes it a dream. it continues to be a nightmare. i really, really despise them.
i have a secret. promise not to tell? we are standing by a wishing well. ha! not really. but if you know of the muggle snow white, you'd catch on. anyway, i really only have one secret i keep to myself and that's the fact that i'm scared of myself. being a half-vampire, i have to constantly watch myself around people. i'm so scared i'm going to hurt someone, when all i want to do is help. it's why i think so lowly about myself. i mean, what kind of person lives like this? i hate it. i need to break out of this dark hole and explore new light, get a new perspective on things. i'm holding onto hope that someone will come along and allow me to do just that, but for right now, i'm just living. living, living, living. "
parents:
renee carpenter & axel d'eath
siblings:
___ d'eath, twenty four, male
brent d'eath, twenty two, male
_____ d'eath, twenty, female
others:
none
history:
"it all started when my wonderful, lovely mother, renee, took a trip with my grandparents, lyle and nancy. they were settled in a small town in mississippi, living on a farm. they were halfblood wizards, never receiving a true education. they simply learned how to produce magic through their family line. one day, they decided to head to england, just for a visit, of course. while in england, my mother met a certain man named axel d'eath. axel lured my young mother into the three broomsticks in diagon alley; my mother and her parents were shopping for a new house pet at magical menagerie. they had a few drinks together, and then explored each other in an upstairs room above their meeting place. it was there that i was conceived, but lo and behold, axel didn't stay. and before leaving, he introduced to my mother that he was a vampire. he had used her to deliver some ultimate revenge on the world, leaving his mark with a child. my mother assumed i wasn't the only one he had lying about in some woman's womb, or even in her arms.
my mum traveled back to the united states with my grandparents. at that point she hadn't realized she was pregnant. about twenty weeks later, she noticed. everyone noticed. my mom was a little thing, and being pregnant wasn't so easy to hide. my grandparents never forgave her for it. they were die-hard christians, believing that she had disgraced their family. they banished her, telling her she could come back when the monster was gone. they didn't want me. my mum did, though. she traveled back to england, alone, and searched for my father, to no avail. she got a small flat somewhere in london and stayed there for a few years. well, at least until i was seven. that's the sole reason i remember her, really. she told me stories about how we got there, why grammy and grampy weren't around, and where dad was. or wasn't, rather. truth be told, i never really cared much for my family when i heard they didn't want me. my grandparents didn't want me, and neither did my dad. i would come to think my mum didn't either.
on march 19 of my seventh year, i woke up in a strange bed. it wasn't my own. the room wasn't familiar. even the smells were disorienting. i rose, only to find a bunch of other kids running around, and a letter by my bedside table. my mother had wrote to me that she could no longer care for me, for she had not the money to do so. she left me at a place i would be taken care of. she told me she'd come back for me someday. that letter is now my most prized possession. unfortunately, my mother never came. i held onto false hope, and still do.
i did, however, get on alright. i grew up. i became independent younger than any child should have to, but that's life. at eleven, i was accepted into hogwarts, which i attended gleefully. i adored every minute there. there were even professors who catered to my 'special needs'. yes, i'd always shown signs of being half-vampire, but my mother never really pursued them. instead. she sort of ignored my abilities and keen habits of snipping at fingers and liking my steaks rarer than normal. still, i got all the education i ever could have wanted at hogwarts. making friends, though, was hard for me. while i was a sweet girl, with my country accent and all, i couldn't trust people. everyone i'd ever known, some i didn't even get to know, left me. they left me to die. they didn't even care. i could tell my mother cared, otherwise she would have terminated her pregnancy and went on with life. instead, she took the hard road. she did what she had to do to spare my life. i love her for that. i knew it must have been difficult to part from her parents to do something for a baby she didn't even knew. my mother was remarkable.
i often cried myself to sleep, wondering if she'd ever come to me. i nestled into my bunk in the gryffindor common room - yes, i was a lion (rawr!) - and thought about where she was. i knew she must have returned to mississippi, but i could never go there. it was my dream to do so as a child, but i'm no longer innocent and naiive. i can't give up my life in england to seek after a woman who hasn't been in my life since i was seven. no, i'm all grown up now. as for my present, well, i'm attending university. i plan to pursue a career in healing. i like to help people. some might think i'm in it for the extra benefits my kind would have, but really that's not the case. i generally like saving people who can be saved.
i can't be saved.
i don't expect anyone to try and save me, either. i wish i just had a friend, ya know? someone to talk to in the night, to protect me despite being able to protect myself. again, that's life. it's tough. people work their asses off only to be alone, in a small flat, listening to the storms overhead and wondering if its nature or if its the internal conflict inside themselves. at least, i wonder that. i wonder if the flash of lightening outside is really just a figment of my imagination, realistically a flash of my own past reminding me how horrible of a person i am. i know i'm not that bad, honestly, but i'm sure people make me out to be. i'm just a country-talking, bad-walking, silent half-vampire who is trying to be bigger than herself. it's going to be hard, but i have to do it.
i'll be like my mother. i'll take the hard road."
renee carpenter & axel d'eath
siblings:
___ d'eath, twenty four, male
brent d'eath, twenty two, male
_____ d'eath, twenty, female
others:
none
history:
"it all started when my wonderful, lovely mother, renee, took a trip with my grandparents, lyle and nancy. they were settled in a small town in mississippi, living on a farm. they were halfblood wizards, never receiving a true education. they simply learned how to produce magic through their family line. one day, they decided to head to england, just for a visit, of course. while in england, my mother met a certain man named axel d'eath. axel lured my young mother into the three broomsticks in diagon alley; my mother and her parents were shopping for a new house pet at magical menagerie. they had a few drinks together, and then explored each other in an upstairs room above their meeting place. it was there that i was conceived, but lo and behold, axel didn't stay. and before leaving, he introduced to my mother that he was a vampire. he had used her to deliver some ultimate revenge on the world, leaving his mark with a child. my mother assumed i wasn't the only one he had lying about in some woman's womb, or even in her arms.
my mum traveled back to the united states with my grandparents. at that point she hadn't realized she was pregnant. about twenty weeks later, she noticed. everyone noticed. my mom was a little thing, and being pregnant wasn't so easy to hide. my grandparents never forgave her for it. they were die-hard christians, believing that she had disgraced their family. they banished her, telling her she could come back when the monster was gone. they didn't want me. my mum did, though. she traveled back to england, alone, and searched for my father, to no avail. she got a small flat somewhere in london and stayed there for a few years. well, at least until i was seven. that's the sole reason i remember her, really. she told me stories about how we got there, why grammy and grampy weren't around, and where dad was. or wasn't, rather. truth be told, i never really cared much for my family when i heard they didn't want me. my grandparents didn't want me, and neither did my dad. i would come to think my mum didn't either.
on march 19 of my seventh year, i woke up in a strange bed. it wasn't my own. the room wasn't familiar. even the smells were disorienting. i rose, only to find a bunch of other kids running around, and a letter by my bedside table. my mother had wrote to me that she could no longer care for me, for she had not the money to do so. she left me at a place i would be taken care of. she told me she'd come back for me someday. that letter is now my most prized possession. unfortunately, my mother never came. i held onto false hope, and still do.
i did, however, get on alright. i grew up. i became independent younger than any child should have to, but that's life. at eleven, i was accepted into hogwarts, which i attended gleefully. i adored every minute there. there were even professors who catered to my 'special needs'. yes, i'd always shown signs of being half-vampire, but my mother never really pursued them. instead. she sort of ignored my abilities and keen habits of snipping at fingers and liking my steaks rarer than normal. still, i got all the education i ever could have wanted at hogwarts. making friends, though, was hard for me. while i was a sweet girl, with my country accent and all, i couldn't trust people. everyone i'd ever known, some i didn't even get to know, left me. they left me to die. they didn't even care. i could tell my mother cared, otherwise she would have terminated her pregnancy and went on with life. instead, she took the hard road. she did what she had to do to spare my life. i love her for that. i knew it must have been difficult to part from her parents to do something for a baby she didn't even knew. my mother was remarkable.
i often cried myself to sleep, wondering if she'd ever come to me. i nestled into my bunk in the gryffindor common room - yes, i was a lion (rawr!) - and thought about where she was. i knew she must have returned to mississippi, but i could never go there. it was my dream to do so as a child, but i'm no longer innocent and naiive. i can't give up my life in england to seek after a woman who hasn't been in my life since i was seven. no, i'm all grown up now. as for my present, well, i'm attending university. i plan to pursue a career in healing. i like to help people. some might think i'm in it for the extra benefits my kind would have, but really that's not the case. i generally like saving people who can be saved.
i can't be saved.
i don't expect anyone to try and save me, either. i wish i just had a friend, ya know? someone to talk to in the night, to protect me despite being able to protect myself. again, that's life. it's tough. people work their asses off only to be alone, in a small flat, listening to the storms overhead and wondering if its nature or if its the internal conflict inside themselves. at least, i wonder that. i wonder if the flash of lightening outside is really just a figment of my imagination, realistically a flash of my own past reminding me how horrible of a person i am. i know i'm not that bad, honestly, but i'm sure people make me out to be. i'm just a country-talking, bad-walking, silent half-vampire who is trying to be bigger than herself. it's going to be hard, but i have to do it.
i'll be like my mother. i'll take the hard road."
rp example:
It hadn't been long since James had fallen asleep. He had much too many thoughts plunging through his brain, in and out, without leaving time for him to study what they meant. That's what he really wanted to do. James Potter had a lot going on in his life, and simply wanted a chance to understand it all. At the rate he was going, though, he'd never get that opportunity. Still, at the moment, he was resting peacefully in his bunk underneath one of his classmates. James definitely preferred the bottom - much less work. The poor light-haired boy twitched as he slept, unaware of his body's deranged movements. He was having another nightmare. One could go on and on about how often Mr. Potter has nightmares, however, it'd be much quicker to simply state when he has actual, happy dreams.
Never.
He had fallen out of the sky, by apparition he assumed. Generally in James' dreams, he had a sense of knowing that it was in fact unreal. As this is true, he has tried to force his brain to be compliant with his real-life wishes, which was always to examine the cause of these nightmares. Well, apart from the obvious. James was sure that his nightmares were occurring because he now knew the prophecy. He knew that something was going to try and stop them once again, he just didn't know what. Or who, for that matter. Besides the fact that he was trying to analyze his nightmares, they continued on. They gave him no chance to catch up. Still, he understood what was going on. He had just apparated to wherever he was. It took him a few moments to realize he was in Knockturn Alley. James moved forward in the darkness, expecting someone to jump out at him. No one did. Instead, it was dead quiet. Nothing but darkness surrounded him, the sound of his feet scuffing the ground breaking its way through silence. He felt alone. And he was.
Or, at least, he thought he was. Suddenly, James gasped as a female figure appeared before him. She shushed him, motioning him to follow. He was curious, but did so anyway. As he was following her, he realized they were going to an empty space. After a matter of seconds, a building appeared. Upon the door's open, a white light attacked his vision, making everything disappear. Blackness surrounded him once more, eating the light, and he fell hard. The fall, though, was not in his dream. Instead, it was real. James rubbed his side as he rose from the Gryffindor dormitory floor, confused as to what his nightmare had meant this time. He shrugged it off and decided on the idea of settling by the fire, keeping his mind awake and alert so as to not endure the nightmares again.
James threw on a pair of plaid pajama pants, which went with his plain white tshirt he wore over his torso. He walked out to the main common room area and immediately caught site of Saphira. He grinned. James tip-toed over to the couch, sinking behind it. He devised a plan, then threw it all out the window as he stood up and plunged over the back of the couch, landing on top of her. "What's up sleepy?" he asked, trying to look down at her face, but was blocked by her luscious locks. He chuckled and moved her hair from her view. "Now you can see how handsome I am, even this late," he joked, sheepishly grinning.
( as james potter on a site called weakness is our strength; it's dead now. )
It hadn't been long since James had fallen asleep. He had much too many thoughts plunging through his brain, in and out, without leaving time for him to study what they meant. That's what he really wanted to do. James Potter had a lot going on in his life, and simply wanted a chance to understand it all. At the rate he was going, though, he'd never get that opportunity. Still, at the moment, he was resting peacefully in his bunk underneath one of his classmates. James definitely preferred the bottom - much less work. The poor light-haired boy twitched as he slept, unaware of his body's deranged movements. He was having another nightmare. One could go on and on about how often Mr. Potter has nightmares, however, it'd be much quicker to simply state when he has actual, happy dreams.
Never.
He had fallen out of the sky, by apparition he assumed. Generally in James' dreams, he had a sense of knowing that it was in fact unreal. As this is true, he has tried to force his brain to be compliant with his real-life wishes, which was always to examine the cause of these nightmares. Well, apart from the obvious. James was sure that his nightmares were occurring because he now knew the prophecy. He knew that something was going to try and stop them once again, he just didn't know what. Or who, for that matter. Besides the fact that he was trying to analyze his nightmares, they continued on. They gave him no chance to catch up. Still, he understood what was going on. He had just apparated to wherever he was. It took him a few moments to realize he was in Knockturn Alley. James moved forward in the darkness, expecting someone to jump out at him. No one did. Instead, it was dead quiet. Nothing but darkness surrounded him, the sound of his feet scuffing the ground breaking its way through silence. He felt alone. And he was.
Or, at least, he thought he was. Suddenly, James gasped as a female figure appeared before him. She shushed him, motioning him to follow. He was curious, but did so anyway. As he was following her, he realized they were going to an empty space. After a matter of seconds, a building appeared. Upon the door's open, a white light attacked his vision, making everything disappear. Blackness surrounded him once more, eating the light, and he fell hard. The fall, though, was not in his dream. Instead, it was real. James rubbed his side as he rose from the Gryffindor dormitory floor, confused as to what his nightmare had meant this time. He shrugged it off and decided on the idea of settling by the fire, keeping his mind awake and alert so as to not endure the nightmares again.
James threw on a pair of plaid pajama pants, which went with his plain white tshirt he wore over his torso. He walked out to the main common room area and immediately caught site of Saphira. He grinned. James tip-toed over to the couch, sinking behind it. He devised a plan, then threw it all out the window as he stood up and plunged over the back of the couch, landing on top of her. "What's up sleepy?" he asked, trying to look down at her face, but was blocked by her luscious locks. He chuckled and moved her hair from her view. "Now you can see how handsome I am, even this late," he joked, sheepishly grinning.
( as james potter on a site called weakness is our strength; it's dead now. )
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