Post by kari on Jun 9, 2007 15:17:54 GMT -5
The Roleplayer: About You
[/U]Name: Kari (I'll be changing my display name, by the by. ;] )
Gender: Female
Location: Vermont
How You Found Us: Google. :]
The Character: Basics[/U]
Full Name: Evelyn (Evvy) Ann-Michelle Potter
Age: 15
Parents' Names: Harry James Potter && Ginny Potter--Weasley
House at Hogwarts: Slytherin
Year at Hogwarts: Fifth
Gender: Female
History: ((I just noticed I put Evvy in the same year as Elliot. And they both have 'E' names. =O! So, they'd have to be twins. But I'll change the year if wanted.)) The fourth offspring of the Potters; When she was born, Evvy seemed like any normal baby. She was small, but normal; not too different from her sisters before her, and brother born with her. As she grew up, she rarely cried; unless she was hurt or sick. Evvy was oddly quiet, and Harry and Ginny began to think she was mute. But, finally, she uttered her first word at the age of two. "Voldemort." The Potters were absolutely shocked, but wanted to think nothing of it.
Since that point on, as Evvy grew up, her solemn mood grew into an unwanted disposition. Her hazel eyes beamed gray, and were glazed over with a sense of hatred. The girl became more and more aware of her family's lack of devotion towards Voldemort and his followers. Evvy, however, believed in the dark lord in what he wanted to do. Her personality, as a Potter, was not like her siblings. She grew tired of her 'happy' life, and started to get rough around her siblings. She was mean, throwing insults at the others like it was necessary.
She even thought her parents were going to disown her because of the time Ginny accidently locked her out of the house.
When entering Hogwarts, she knew that her sisters were already Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Evvy also knew that both her parents had been Gryffindors. She had to admit, however, that she was a tad bit surprised when her Elliot was decreed as Slytherin. The crowd seemed to be shocked that a Potter boy had been sorted into Slytherin. They were shocked further when the hat, after moments of waiting, shouted: "SLYTHERIN!" Shocking. Absolutely shocking.
A fifth year now; Evvy has no patience with her family's disloyalty.
Siblings Attending Hogwarts: Sophie Lily Potter, Elaine Crysanthemum Potter, Elliott James Potter
Siblings out of Hogwarts: None
The Character: Appearance[/U]
Eyes: Hazel. Noted my others to resemble her grandfather, James, greatly.
Hair: Brunette. It’s wavy, yet straight at the same time. Short and chopped to her shoulders.
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Celebrity Picture: www.nndb.com/people/719/000108395/sophia-bush.jpg
Celebrity Name: Sophia Bush
The Character: Personality[/U]
Likes:
Evil
Taunting
Ridicule
The power of Voldemort
Risk
Quidditch
Defense Against The Dark Arts
Her brother and sisters. (Secretly)
Dislikes:
Her father && mother
Mudbloods
“Blood-traitors”
Slackers
“I wish I were yoooou.” -Sort of people
Good Qualities: (Must have at least three)
Her eyes are the most appealing thing to her
She’s great with a wand.
Bad Qualities: (Must have at least three)
She let’s her anger control her
Stubborn
Overall Personality: One thing's for sure, Evvy's mean. Although others are shocked that a daughter of the infamous Harry Potter would be so cunning, she could care less. She gets a bit impatient with others when she's questioned constantly, but would rather blow the good family name. She's careless towards others; her siblings don't count. Her hazel eyes carry a sharp, penetrating glare around with her. Some may fear them, while other's question why she acts the way she does.
All in all, the only thing that Evvy truly cares for is her brother, a Slytherin himself. She likes her sisters, and deals with her father and mother, but she is, being close in age, the closest to her twin. Notwithstanding, she shows no sympathy towards anyone in public, and plans to make others fear her.
The Roleplayer: For Administrator[/U]
Favourite Rule: Rule numbah one.
Reason: I hate illiterates. D<
The Roleplayer: Audition[/U]
What It Is: An introduction to a thread of another site
What Genre It Is: Angst
Where It's From: Er. I can't exactly remember which site I used this one on, but it was in reply to Hermione's post.
Roleplaying Sample:The air was crisp; filled with songs of the airborne birds and owls. The day was certainty beautiful throughout the eyes of the Hogwarts students. Alas, one certain individual could only see darkness. The genuinely bright blue sky was a dark gray in his eyes; whilst the glistening green grass could only be viewed as a sign of another day. This person saw everything as dark and gloomy; unwanted. For it would be forever lingering in the past; forgotten. Now. Where could thoughts like such originate from? Only one who had experienced such feelings in the past. Only Draco Malfoy.
The blonde sat at the bank. His silver eyes pierced the black lake with a penetrating glance. They were filled to the brim with hate, envy, despondency; All of this while being narrowed. Malfoy couldn’t describe how he felt at the moment. However, he did know that what he –was- feeling was a circuit of differing emotions. Malfoy just didn’t know what hurt the most. That, perhaps, he had been left behind with the acceptance of his father, or that his mother had most likely been killed. There were many reasons; all of which hurt more than the one before it.
Malfoy didn’t really remember the night all that well. He had cornered Dumbledore so effortlessly; with much suffering beforehand. The old headmaster had offered to save him from the darkness, and thanks to Snape, that decision had been shattered. He could’ve lived a better life, had it not been for the death eaters who broke through at that decisive moment. When that occurred, Draco felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He –knew- that nothing would ever be alright again. From that point on, he remembered very little. Snape had seized him, they escaped, and Malfoy shut his eyes at the remembrances that remained.
Lucius couldn’t have been more infuriated. He constantly hexed his son in order to get on the dark lord’s good side. Only Hell knew if it worked; but they did abandon him by the weeping willow. His legs and arms both broken. Of course, they had healed by now, thanks to Madame Pompfrey. Still, the physical and emotional scars still remained. One injury that didn’t heal, was the cut that looked akin to a dog scratch, down the center of his left eye. He was fine physically; perhaps a little thin…But emotionally, he couldn’t handle the stress that had been pushed on him for all those years.
His white-blonde bangs dipped over his silver eyes as Malfoy bowed his head lower. Tilting his head upward to brush the wisps away, the Slytherin caught sight of none other than Hermione Granger. All these years that they had attended school together, Malfoy had taunted and ridiculed her for her muggle-born heritage. Thereabouts calling her ‘Mudblood’. He knew why he did it; Malfoy envied the other kids at Hogwarts. No one understood why he acted the way he did; even as a Slytherin. Nobody grasped the firm idea that he was put under a load of pressure, and that he had to let his anger out somehow. Nevertheless, Malfoy never taunted Hermione anymore.
Draco stood on the bank, and slowly began to saunter unsteady feet down the hill. He ignored Hermione, and merely sat at its edge, watching the water carefully. The lake reflected his appearance perfectly. Sitting there was a tall, slender, seventeen-year-old wizard; with white-blonde hair that was neither long nor short, and that had been cut a while back to get a better look at the wound on his head. Silver-blue eyes stood out the most, while dark circles helped that declaration. With narrowed eyes, Malfoy looked like the complete description of miserable. [/center][/size]
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