CAFFARELLI, leslie ann

[leslie]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: [formerly Volvi] Ash
Preferred Pronouns: Female.
Age: Fourteen.
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: None.
Years of RPG Experience: About three years. Something around that.
Other: removed by staff

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? I don't remember, it's been a long time since I joined for the first time.
What about ISS inspired you to join? I think it was the fact that it looked like a good Harry Potter roleplay.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Nope!

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Leslie Ann Caffarelli
Age: 16 years old.
Preferred Pronouns: Female.
Year: Sixth year.
Face Claim: Emily Didonato

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Leslie's face is more of a rounded oval type of shape, her chin is drawn out slightly, creating a slight bump in the smooth oval of her face. The complexion of her face is a bit on the pale side, compared to the complexion of most people. Her eyes have a slight almond shape to them, as well. Leslie's nose is rather small and comes to a rounded point. Her lips, a slight distance from her nose, are rather pale, and conceal her white teeth well. Also, when Leslie smiles, she does have slight dimples, also.
Physique: Leslie is a rather lean girl. She's always been on the light side of her weight, not ideal for her mother's worrying mind, but still on the healthy side of things, though. Leslie does have muscle, it might not really be able to be seen, or noted, but it is there, and it is something that she can use in a time of need (if her wand is lost, or something of the sort). Leslie is also rather tall, standing at about five feet, ten inches tall, give or take a little. She is a rather well proportioned, well built girl.

Wand Type: 8 inches, Willow, with a Unicorn tail hair core.
Wand Expertise: Charms.
Patronus: Leslie's patronus is a graceful gazelle, which suits her rather well.
Boggart: Leslie's boggart appears, to her, as a hissing cobra.

Personality: Leslie is, well, a bit of a sarcastic, friendly girl. She can crack jokes with ease, and just be a bit of a goof at times, rather it be twirling around with her best friends in the dorms, or just saying completely random things. She enjoys just hanging out and talking to her closest friends for the most part, it doesn't really matter the time, you can nearly always find Leslie just chatting away with one of her best friends. It puts her mind at ease, and, well, helps her solve her problems, and such. Setting her thoughts in line and putting her head straight. Leslie is helpful, as well, but in serious situations, she goes a little crazy, in a way, and gets rather shaky and nervous. Most of her attempts at being helpful are turned away, and she usually, in times like that, has to sit there, worrying and just hoping that everything is going to be absolutely fine.

Leslie isn't one to force her opinion on anyone. Not that she is overly opinionated. But she doesn't want to get in a fight with someone over something silly like debating which Quidditch team is the best. No, she finds that rather stupid, and unreasonable. Plus, everyone is free to have their own opinions. And Leslie doesn't want to be the one responsible for, well, making them doubt things. Leslie is a bit of a peacemaker. She'll try to smooth things over, to make things better, of course, sometimes her attempts are pointless, but she still sees the need to at least try. To try to help people figure things out without a fight. Although, sometimes, it may very well just turn those people on her. In which case, she is rather good at running.

This young witch desn't enjoy being the center of attention, it just makes her a bit nervous. If she has to give a speach in front of the class, she'll end up stammering, slightly, through the beginning of it, until she manages to relax, at least slightly. By the end of her speach she'll be smiling and, well, basically fine. Usually, it's just nothing really. But it depends on the crowd that she is speaking to, really. It just makes her nervous that she could mess up in front of all of those people and make a complete fool of herself. Leslie is a rather relaxed girl, calm and also quite friendly as well.

Leslie is also rather tolerant, and it takes a lot to push her to get a temper. She's just calm, and can get along with nearly everyone. She's relaxed, and can tolerate a majority of the jokes, and comments, that Slytherins will throw at her. Unless they push her too far. Although, if anyone brings her parents, or her sister, for that matter, into their argument, she is quite likely to lose her temper, because, well, she isn't willing to let anybody take cracks at them. Of course, she won't really hex anybody, she's more likely to storm away from them angrily, and end up venting to someone later on in the day. Over all, Leslie is a very relaxed witch, calm, sweet, and friendly, although she has her flaws, she's still a friendly, cheerful young girl.

Likes:
+ Soccer
+ Goofing around with her friends
+ Being with her sister
+ Reading muggle books
+ Pleasing her mother
+ Charms
+ Chatting
+ Venting to her friends
+ Cooking
+ Helping out
Dislikes:
– Her help being refused
– Dangerous situations
– People commenting about her family
– Being called a mudblood
– Losing her temper
– Being made fun of
– Being bored
– Being away from her sister
– Cruel jokes
– Rudeness

History: Leslie Ann Caffarelli was the second born to Meredith Caffarelli and Roger Caffarelli, born April 8th. Her twin sister, Carley Veronica Caffarelli was the first born, though, only born a few minutes before Leslie was born. Her sister, Carley, was born April 7th. A few minutes later, at 12:03 a.m., Leslie was born. She was the smallest of the twins, though they were identical. Both of them had a bit of curly brown hair on top of their heads. Due to her tiny size, compared to her sister Leslie had to stay in the muggle hospital for a few days, though, while her parents went home with Carley. Within four days, the family was united again. Ready to start their life together.

The twins were always together as they grew up, inseperable. They played with each other, keeping each other company when their parents were busy. Which was, well, quite frequently. Leslie showed her first sign of magic at the age of three years old, nearly four years old, when a toy levitated over to her sister, so she could share with her. Only Leslie was sitting at the other side of the room. Too far away to seem as if it only had a discreet possibility that it couldn't be normal. Her parents saw it, and being muggles, were shocked, they wrote it off as nothing, but they kept a close eye on Leslie, hoping that it had just been nothing, or, at least a one time thing, and that their little daughter was just fine, absolutely normal. Of course, they really had no clue what had happened at that point in time.

When the girls turn nine, their mother sent them off to some self defense class. To teach them how to defend themselves. Being the paranoid mother that she was, and always wanting her children to be able to take care of themselves if the need came about. Of course, there was another discreet reason behind it, as well. Their family was falling apart. Shattering. And their mother had wanted to get them out of the house for however long she could. Their parents screamed at each other. And Leslie's father slept on the couch for most nights. Everything they knew was falling apart. By the time they had turned ten, the divorce was final, and their father was packing his bags, promising to keep his word and come and visit the girls as much as their mother would let him.

The girls were torn by it, watching their father load the last of his bags into the taxi for the ride across town to his new apartment. Leslie cried, begged their mother to let their father stay, but he was vanquished. And the tears wouldn't change anything. Everything was different after that. Their was silence in the house. The girls went off and passed the time, playing soccer in the backyard or holding races. Just trying to fill the time, to make the days pass faster. Their father came sometimes. Maybe twice a month. Their mother would just shake her head, but Leslie held hope for him to come back soon. At least to visit.

Leslie's acceptance letter to Hogwart's arrived on her eleventh birthday. To her confused mother. Even the person sent from Hogwart's had trouble making it sink in. But her father, who had been asked to attend, understood, and he promised he would take Leslie shopping for her school supplies. To help her figure out what she needed. And to get everything organized so that she could leave that coming September.

Leslie held her father's hand tightly as they walked down Diagon Alley, on the hunt for her school supplies. They found them eventually, after quite a bit of searching. Purchasing her books, cauldron, potion supplies, her wand, an owl, and her robes, as well. Plus plently of quills, ink, and parchment. Leslie was happy when the shopping was over, and they finally got to come home. The sight of everyone in Diagon Alley had frightened her, quite a bit. Leslie spent the next months, until the day that the train would come at King's Cross that September reading the books that she would need for the year. Trying to learn it all so that she might have a chance to fit in, to seem like she knew what she was talking about, and could answer the questions that the professors asked her. Leslie spent most of her days doing that, sitting on her bed reading those books, before she had to pack her trunk, and things up to get ready to leave for The Hogwart's train.

The day they left for King's Cross and it seemed like it was Diagon Alley again. Before boarding the train, her mother told her to not let the other kids scare her, and to just be herself, before Leslie said goodbye to Carley, and her mother, her father gave her a large hug and told her good luck, before she boarded the train, which departed soon after. The years passed rather quickly, up until her sixth year. Leslie grew more comfortable with the school. She slowed down the letters she sent to her mother, the nearly everyday ones from her first year growing to one every month or so by her sixth year. She passed her O.W.Ls with good marks, pleasing her mother, and her father, as well, making it to her sixth year.

Sample Post: Sombra's head tilted slightly as the male said that he had forgotten how ignorant loners were. That was curious to her, she had never really thought of herself as ignorant in anyway. "I don't see myself as ignorant." Sombra said, giving a slight shrug, "I simply see myself as detached from the complications that rise from communities." She said, raising and lowering her shoulders in another shrug. The female viewed ignorance as just denying that something was occuring in a way. But Sombra wasn't sure. Maybe the male was right.

Sombra was curious as the male said that she was standing in Elke, and he said Elke was a area within Dolce. Asking her if that was simple enough for her. "Yes, it is." She said, her voice remaining friendly and polite, dispite his chiding. Sombra couldn't remember hearing about Elke, or Dolce, at least, not very clearly. But there was always time to find out. It would be better to know, at least, than to blunder, unaware through out the forests.

Sombra watched the male intently as he introduced himself as Fenris Arei, saying he was actually King Fenris Arei, and that he owned every blade of grass that she was touching. And he said that as long as she had a claw in Dolce, that he even owned her.

Sombra arched an eyebrow slowly, how could the male own her? She was owned by herself. You might own yourself, you might own you home, you might own your prey. But you didn't own another cat. "You don't own me. I own me. Plain and simple." She said, eyes remaining focused on the male that was called Fenris Arei. "You may own yourself. You may own you 'palace' but you do not own me." Sombra's voice had turned rather fierce towards the end, shining through the politeness, and friendliness.

The female wasn't a big fan of the dark expression that was now covering Fenris's face. No. Not at all. Or the scowl, or the fire in his eyes. If the fire was for a good cause, then, well, maybe, but, at the moment, it confused her a bit, and, frightened her, ever so slightly. She wasn't sure what had exactly brought this on, but, being the reasonable jaguar that she was, Sombra hoped that it didn't result in any sort of violence. No. Sombra didn't really do violence.

((my character Sombra Cazadora from cantabile, a big cat roleplay))

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, ASH, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Hi there Ash! Leslie's looking good! Thanks so much for waiting for post your app after it was finished. However, there are still just a few little things we'd like you to fix! First off, please flesh out her personality & history sections just a bit more. We want to know more about Leslie! Get into as much detail as you'd like, the sky's the limit! We just need those paragraphs to be a little fuller is all. (: And one last thing: unfortunately, the time at which the attack on Leslie's dad would have occurred isn't accurate for when Death Eater attacks were happening. In fact, the Death Eaters hadn't really begun forming until around now in our ISS timeline. If you could find another cause of death for Leslie's father, that would be great. (:

Thanks so much, Ash, and again, welcome back to ISS! Post here again when you have made the corrections. <3

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[leslie]

Is that better? I expanded on her personality, and on her history as well. I also changed back to my first idea when her parents got divorced :) Hope that's better!

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

It's fabulous, girly! Thanks so much for fixing it, and again, we're glad to have you back!

accepted !