Aceline Oliviette Perezz

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Name: Aceline Oliviette Perezz
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Femme
Year: Seventh
Face Claim: Taylor Swift [me and najooj already talked ]

Canon or Original? Original !

Facial Properties: Aceline has always been considered exceptionally beautiful, with long golden hair, slightly curled, that reaches well past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. Her hair frames a small, almost delicate, looking face with smooth, clear skin that is almost impossible to naturally tan. The best she ever get's is a slightly rosey glow. Were it not for her relatively high cheekbones, Aceline would look almost plain. Not ugly-her features were too perfect for that-but too sculpted, with her pert, even nose above a set of pouty pink lips and below a pair of equally alligned eyes. Quirk-less. Aceline, however, tends to disregard her facial structure in favorite of her eyes, slanted in what she like's to call 'the shape of a cat's' and an icy slate gray in color unlike either of her parents blue.
Physique: Aceline has always been relatively tall for her age, compared to most of her female peers, ranging at nearly 5'8. Most of this is strictly thanks to her long legs, which she swears makes up at least 5 feet of her. Aceline has been blessed with the ability to eat nearly whatever she wants and never gain an ounce-unfortunetly, she happens to be one of those girls that no matter how tiny she is thinks she is just a couple pounds too big. Aceline has always been slim, with more of an athletic build where her curves should be. Now, naturally, she does have them, but they just arent as prominent as she would prefer. The girliest thing about Aceline's body, besides the obvious, would be her breast, these too a little bit tiny for her liking adding up to a whopping 32 B. Aceline, being the dramatic lady that she is, has always had the habbit of talking with her hands-both long and slender and tipped with manicured nails. Her feet may actually be the smallest thing on her, both small, barely sliding into the size six Mary Janes that adorn her toes. On average, Aceline has escaped relatively unscathed as far as appearences go.

Wand Type: Hawthorn, Dragon Heartstring, Eleven Inches
Wand Expertise: Hexes
Patronus: Falcon
Boggart: Her Peers, Laughing At Her

Personality: _{ooc:This sounds a whoooole lot more like a history than a personality :x I try to be different, and this is where it gets me-Hope You Like !}

Aceline tends to be percieved as aloof and superficial. She has a somewhat 'floaty' nature about her, never seeming to care too much about anything or anyone. Most people automatically assume she's a complete air head, for issue's that are commonly percieved as serious to most people rarely get so much as an eye twitch out of her while the newest sale at Barney's always manages to captivate days worth of excitement. She's never denied the fact that she's materialistic, though, and is well aware of what other's think of her. Aceline wear's her designer handbags like a mask, never letting people see quite below the surface-just the sparkling gems shining on top. Sounds like a lonely way to live life, right? There's a part of Aceline that reconizes that she is pretty well off as far as cash, clothes, and cuteness goes, but there's the deeper, darker part of her that always finds a reason to view herself as insufficient. "If I was a little bit prettier, maybe mommy and daddy's marriage wouldnt be so bad." or "If I was only a little bit smarter, maybe they wouldnt have sent me away." That sort of self doubt that nibbles at her on a daily bases. The type of insecurities that turn her in to a medival control freak. Even as a child, Aceline was always determined to be better than everybody else. Not exactly the best just above anybody else who she may, at some point, be compared to. If her peers saw her as the prettiest, the richest, the classiest, the smartest, the most powerful-her parents would have to think she was at least a little bit of something-right? The only way Aceline knew how to get what she wanted was through fear and manipulation, though, so she became over bearing and dominant. She was rarely afraid of taking risks and Aceline, being the listener that she was, always seemed to know how to hit precisely where it hurts. Soon, she recieved all that power and popularity she had so desperately desired, but she had also lost so many friends in the process. She had put up so many walls around herself that she wasnt sure that she could ever take them down or where exactly she would be if oneday they all happened to crummble.

Aceline has always had a cruel streak, something unnaturally cold about her persona-which may have been why being hurtful had always come so easy to her. She was always aware of what she was doing, and just how wrong it was, but that never really stopped it all from being done. The hardness around her, once again, more than likely stemmed from her childhood. While Aceline, on one hand, wanted nothing more than to appease her parents another side of her was completely disgusted with them. Her mother was a shallow bitch, if you ever asked Aceline to put it lightly and her father was just never home-turned out he was having affairs, a fact Aceline wouldnt discover until her sixteenth birthday when she finally meets her nearly fifteen year old half blood sister, Jolie. She was left to practically raise herself, all the while attempting to uphold some ficticious image her parents had deemed 'perfection'. So she never played dolls, or raced brooms-she practiced the proper way to talk and sit, when to laugh, what image to portray depending on what company she was in and what idea she was pitching. By the age of eight, she would have made an upstounding house wife-though Aceline had always had slightly bigger dreams than 'marrying young and rich and then retiring' as her mother would so kindly put it on her eleventh birthday. Aceline had always been unnaturally intelligant-of course a woman should retain some level of common sense in her house hold, how to maintain posture and precision, the time and temperature to put on the stove-would she ever need to cook, that is. However Aceline was what her parents would soon deem 'freakishly smart'. She had always had an interest in things that her parents hadnt really considered her role as a woman, quidditch and reading-both the characteristics of a man, as far as her whole society was concerned. As far as school went, Aceline soared (before she decided that the ground was so much safer and she was better off not going at all), the only class she could never really grasp was charms-her mothers stength. Once again, Aceline had come out a dissapointment-preferring potions and DADA as opposed to flipping a wand and throwing out sparkling fairy dust to the wind. Her mother never bothered to hide her shame, either. As a child her mother had retained hope that Aceline might follow in her footsteps but by her third year at Beaxbatons, she no longer hesitated to tell Aceline what a waste those 'strenuous twelve hours of labor were'. Nada. Zip. Aceline was nothing.

Aceline excepted that, though. By the age of thirteen she had long since came to terms that she was never really going to be quite good enough in her family, in her mothers, eyes. She was like an orphan in her own home, rarely addressed. She knew it was ridiculous, but she honestly felt like conversations would halt when she entered a room. Outcast. So naturally like most outcast, wizards and muggles alike, she looked for a place where she would belong. The only place she really ever felt important was with the stares of her peers on her back, mixtures of fear and awe-admiration and, sometimes, disgust. The disgust was a rarity, though, and she easily eliminated those people. By the time she had turned sixteen, she had forgotton what it was like to feel, to care. Aceline became what others expected cold hearted and cocky. She would play perfect images, perfect roles, as she was raised to do. Ice queen. Unbreakable. Little do people know that Ice can melt, it can be shattered. Aceline preyed on people's weakness's, made others feel foolish and pathetic to make up for what she had always carried, deep in the back of her mind. Not supprisingly, it suited her well.

Behind all the conceited maliciousness, Aceline does manage to contain some good qualities, though, as well. Aceline is extremely extroverted , you can always tell how shes feeling because she wears it clearly on her face. This also applies to when shes happy; shell contain almost a glow that can touch practically everyone around her. Shes almost violently loyal to those few people who can manage to honestly break past her walls and see the real her, and she does have a sense of right and wrong, though her priorities are a little confused, I may say. Aceline is strong willed and passionate, especially about something she wants. Its a rarity that shell ever stop, once you truly get her going. Shes sometimes difficult to figure out, mainly because of her fear of being rejected, but once people realize the good qualities about her its no longer a matter "do I like her?" but "do I like her enough to deal with all of the bad?"

Likes:
+Laughter
+Money
+Clear Lip-gloss
+Respect
+Being Admired
+Boys with Long Hair
+Fresh Manicures
+The Smell of Paint
+That Rare Opportunity When Something Actually Fits and She Doesnt Have To Get It Tailored
+Her Mothers Approval
Dislikes:
–Her Half Blood, Half Sister, Jolie Perezz
–People Thinking shes Weak
–Ridiculously Poor People
–People with No Social Awareness
–Super Bright Lights
–Muggle Algebra
–The Whole American Sub Culture
–Her Blush
–The Memory of the One Time in First Year Where Her Heel Broke and She Nearly Fell In the Field
–Her Mother

History: _{ooc:This is probaly going to be a ridiculous attempt to re word my personality-I should probally go re write it but I spent too much effort so. . .TA FUH-REAKIN DAH}

Aceline Oliviette Perezz was born on February 14 to Mrs. Alexandria Perezz and Mr. Alexander Perezz, in what would usually be considered quite the cause for celebration. She was their first, and her mother's only, child. The apple of their eye. A beautiful blonde haired baby girl, everything that they could ever want though it was evident that they were all much too young to really be proper parents, too fast-too self centered. Aceline was born on the path to self destruction, and nobody could really do a damn thing about it but sit back and watch her go up in flames. Sure, from the outside, Aceline had the perfect life-all the external things a girl could want. They never seemd to see what went on behind closed doors though. Sure, it might not seem like a big deal-having to sit in the house all day and take private lessons? For most kids at the time a pair of Aceline's shoes could feed and clothe their family for a month and if sitting in the house learning the appropriate way to say thank you was the price of that-many would gladly take it without hesitation. Aceline, however, wanted so much more. She was always a very unruly child, her mother preferred the term 'lively' but-let's be honest-Aceline was fast, disobedient, always on the quest for her next thrill. Hard to do when youre stuck inside all day, practicing the proper way to hold a tea cup. Maybe it was all the repression that made her thirst for life so strong, she always felt like she was missing out and that there had to be more to the world than high society party's where you sat around all day in stiff outfits talking to men with even stiffer..er...smiles. Her parents disagreed. Her father was the one who made all the money, her mother didnt come from nothing but she certainly wasnt used to knowing half of what she had become daily acquainted with now. They were determined to keep up their reputation, their appearance was more important than the love they once shared. And Aceline believed they had to have shared a love, at some point. Sure her mother was beautiful and her father was rich-but that couldnt really be enough to make somebody do all that they've done? To live together, love together, give for each other. Aceline was still a young child at the time, holding on to her hopes and naivete's that life wasnt really as blunt as her parents world made it seem.

Born and raised in France, Aceline had always been quite accustomed to the common aristocracy of the area-of the time. Her parents, both natives, must have enjoyed it much more than she did, though, for they were almost never home. Aceline was practically raised by their nanny, something she didnt mind much, because the nanny would often always sneak her smidgens of chocolates and cheese-something Aceline's mother felt were to only be eaten on 'special occasions'-they were much too fattening to become a daily luxery, apparently. Aceline didnt really mind her mother's morbid beliefs, she hadnt really known any better then. She wasnt allowed out much, not that she had anywhere to go, and when she did leave it was always to the parties her parents approved up-with people who talked, walked, and thought the same way they did. Sure, Aceline always thought there was a little bit more she could be doing-she would see children at the park and, at the age of seven, had never even touched a swing, but her mother convinced her that she was above that so she pushed the little nagging want to the back of her mind with a subtle lift of her chin and down casted sneer at the children, laughing in the sand box or throwing snow balls in the winter-outside her window. Aceline's life continued on like this for the most part until her eleventh birthday, when she received her acceptance letter to Beauxbaton's.Terrified, she looked at her mother with wide eys, wondering if she was seriously considering sending her away. There was a small thumping excitement in her chest at the idea, yet she was more so overwhelmed with the notion of what would she do if somebody wasnt telling her how to do it? She knew this day would come; her parents had talked about it in passing-but it was like a girl really waiting for her prince charming. A piper's dream, something desired yet never quite acquired and here the letter was-tied with crimson bow-held in her mother's outstretched hand like it contained the answer to the universe. This was the first time Aceline had ever seen her mother really smile and it may be the last time Aceline would ever see her mother look, almost, proud of her. The mask slipped back up within seconds though, Aceline learned from the best, and as her mother steered her to the sofa Aceline heard the words coming out of her mouth yet not truly believeing they were for her. "Real world...young lady...suitable husband....prime time...." Aceline glanced up, feeling stupid for being confused when the fact of the matter was so obviously in front of her. They werent sending her away for an education, they were sending her away in hopes that at one of Beauxbaton's many parties, she would find a suitable male to woo her, in hope of marriage.

Unfortunately, for her parents at least, things hadnt gone exactly how they planned. Aceline started the year as a quiet, nearly timid girl yet, with her ever growing popularity, she became more and more outspoken-mainly because she knew she could get away with it. By the time Aceline had come to visit her parents, she was no longer the apple of her mothers eye but rather this disruptive, destructive girl who no longer seemed worth saving. Aceline took all of this in stride, for once; she felt everything she had ever needed to feel. She was Beautiful. She was popular. She was now the best friend, the student per say, of Tinsley Dellum, Beauxbatons reigning queen and, when Aceline was old enough, she was prepared to take on the throne. Who cared about what her mother thought now? When she saw how fabulous Aceline had become, she would be her mothers most prize possession. Only things hadnt worked out how she had quite expected. See, Tinsley was then just as, if not more, manipulative than Aceline is now. Tinsley had years of experience in using people, and Aceline just wanted a friend. At a party one night, Tinsley took a very drunk Aceline into Hawthornee Alley, a clothing spot in Paris, and, with few words of persuasion, managed to convince Aceline to brutally torture a muggle born student who was walking down the street. They fled, but the next morning, Acelines name was all in the news. Her parents were ashamed and didnt hesitate to move to London, where Acelines father had been repeatedly turning down a job offer. It took Aceline only a few moments to realize that Tinsley had set her up. Tinsley, jealous of Acelines money and on growing popularity, knew that if Aceline was caught doing something so heinous, her parents reputation and status world be trashed. Aceline was crushed at the reality, the broken pieces of the world where she had thought she belonged. She didnt refuse when her parents told her of the move, emotionally, she was drained from even caring any more. It was one of those times when, as a kid, you truly believed that it would never get any better. That your life was really over. Her parents managed to get her a late acceptance into Hogwarts, what her mother considered second class, yet it no longer mattered, they just wanted Aceline out of the limelight. Locked away so that she could no longer spoil what they had worked so hard to build. Aceline went, willingly, of course with the self promise that she would no longer be second rate to anybody. She wouldnt trust. She wouldnt feel. She would be perfect plastic, just like her mother had always wanted her to be. Aceline was determined to never be manipulated ever again.

Sample Post:

A tragedy is commonplace but in the end they go away
A skin is still the only stain I'm left to wear in shame


Aceline sat nervously on the edge of her seat, fear and anticipation radiating off of her. She tried to maintain it-sure the others could feel her weakness, though none of them merely glanced in her direction. They were all humming with their own excitement and who could blame them? They had waited for this. They wanted this. Aceline wanted to curl up at the mall with her fathers pieces of plastic and call it a day. I mean, sure, everyone knew how completely obnoxious and shallow she was. Cold, cruel, calculating. These were her three favorite ways to describe herself. However, compared to the rest of the AFL's-she might as well be hugging a muggle that's how soft and timid she was. She only did this because her parents insisted. They said she needed to 'prove herself' or else. She didnt want to think of what those few words could possibly mean so, tugging down the hem of her short black dress, she chewed nervously on her lip as she waited for Bellatrix to come out into the common's of the Black Manor. Dressed completely in a thigh grazing black satin dress, black thigh high socks and an exotic black mask-Aceline looked as though she had been born for this. Despite her appearance, she could never get use to the abuse, the killings. After her first attack on a muggle, way back in beauxbatons, the pure fear and agony on their face was enough to keep her awake at night. Then with the murder of her ex-boyfriends mother, Debbie Hemlock, she usually awoke in the night covered in sweat and panting for breath-scared she was being punished for her crimes or murdered for her disobedience. A rock and a hard place. To do or to dont. Aceline knew how to be mean, she could reduce a girl to tears, a man to tears within seconds however she was never quite cut out for this. Nobody knew of her past here. Except for Liam. But who cared about him? Nobody knew about the beatings and scars and trips to St. Mungo's because her parents couldn¡¯t quite figure out why the hell she wasnt an exact replica of them. Why she wouldnt want to bow down to the 'dark lord'. Why she chose to date outside of her house.

Aceline frowned, thinking of Noah. How would he feel-seeing her now? He'd be ashamed. She had never been happier to see him go off to rehab for he'd probably be in Hogsmeade right now, sharing a butterbeer and a joke with some friends, completely unaware and naive of the events ready to take place. Pulling an elastic through her long hair, she tied in in a tight bun atop her head, blinking back the fright that showed in her eyes. Thankfully she had this mask that would hide the tears ready to spill down her cheeks. She knew this was her destiny. Follow in her parents footsteps. Become a death eater. Her future was set in stone and there was nothing, nothing, she could possibly do about it. Just give in. Tightening her lips into a thin line she narrowed her eyes, noticing Narcissa looking at her. Aceline jerked her head up defiantly, daring her to set up a challenge. She would prove to them that she belonged.

It wasnt even that Aceline disagreed with 'the dark lord's' teachings (she wasnt ready to call him 'my lord' yet). She did hate muggles. Scum. Filth. But part of her wondered...would she still feel that way, were she raised differently? She was, however, certain they didnt deserve to die. Just die. Maybe...they could be used like house elfs. But that idea was absurd. She knew, deep down, no matter how many times she talked herself around this the facts remained the same. She was Aceline Oliviette Perezz. People expected things from her and she was never one to disappoint. People expected her to be a killer and, to her dismay, it was in her blood. She felt it ticking through her veins late at night. The fear she evoked in other's enticed her. Seduced her more than a lover's touch. She was born to serve the dark lord and she was never one to waste life. Good blood. She was good blood. If she didnt do this...she deserved to die. There was no way around it. She was a traitor to her heritage, to her friends, and to...her lord.

Rising as Bellatrix entered the room Aceline swallowed a large gulp of air, turning her back to the others. She smiled at Bellatrix, a taunting smile that bordered on mocking and admiring. Bellatrix took Regulus's place. Everyone knew it. Regulus was weak also. He let pretty faces distract him, Aceline having first hand expirience. She was delighted when she heard Bellatrix would be leading her. They may not be the best of friends, but Bellatrix knew what she wanted and Aceline was determined to stay close-hoping some of Bellatrix's sincere determination would rub off on her. Aceline nodded to Bellatrix, picking up her own cloak and slipping her arms into the sleeves. Aceline knew she put herself in this situation. Getting close to halfbloods and other nonsense. She had to get her mind back on track. Thinking back to when she was a kid, Aceline remembered her mothers teachings.
She opened her eyes, determined to prove that not only was she one of them...she could, and would be, the best.

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Mounting her broom, she flew in the middle of everybody else however, determined to please she picked up speed-flying almost in the front of the group. Her hood flew off her head and, with one hand, Aceline pulled it back on, tightening the drawstrings. Flying always calmed her down and she could almost relax and enjoy herself. All she needed to do know was stop considering them as people. Muggles and mudbloods were animals and they deserved to die as such. All she needed was a little encouragement and, a few seconds later, Bellatrix delivered. Spotting Hogsmeade in the distance Aceline's adrenaline spiked.
"Incendio!" she shouted, pointing at a carriage that immediately burst into flames. She heard screams and, smiling victoriously, she dived towards the ground-the fire licking her robe. She felt the heat illuminate her. Fill her up.
You know this is right...follow me. The voice in her head was so soothing. Made everything feel okay. Swooping towards a rather bulky hufflepuff boy she raised her wand.
"Reducto." Aceline wispered as she flew past him, sending him flying threw a shop window. Glass splattered everywhere and Aceline let out a manic laugh.

This is who she was meant to be.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, shadd, bai ! , 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.

[Lily Evans]

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