Post by parker on Sept 16, 2007 22:24:13 GMT -5
ABOUT THE CHARACTER[/b]
Name: Parker Marie Paris
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Year: 7th
Celebrity: Lady Angellyca .x.
Canon or Original? Original
Facial Properties: Very pale was the beauty that was Parker, her eyes the palest of hazels. It seemed, as you looked into them, that they pierced straight through your soul; a beeline straight to your still beating heart. A rare find, radiance beyond compare with her ruby red full lips and her long crimson locks that flowed well past her medium bust. Almost always you can find her with eyeliner on, and a sinister look on her face.
Physique: Though she liked mostly everything about herself, she was most unhappy that she was born with a heavier bone structure, therefor making it nearly impossible to have the slim and slender toothpick waist that all the beautiful girls seemed to have. Her hips aren't particularly wide, nor were they very slender, they just were and that infuriates the crimson haired vixen more then anything. She is very tall though, and that was alright with her.
Personality: Insanity in a pretty little hand basket. Parker thinks herself to be above everyone and that anyone who doesn't think so to has no right to complain when she hexes them to the ceiling wrapped up in a few rose vines. It doesn't bother her if she hurts someone, as long as she gets her way in the end. Trust is a myth to her; as she believes that everyone is out to get her in the end because they are overly jealous.
There is another side to this lovable little witch. She can be very kind, perhaps to kind when she's found a person she believes she can rely on. She's kind of like a two headed coin, just instead of heads and tails, it's hydras and angels. It isn't hard for Parker to switch between the two, but she's got this natural vendetta against any girl that is seen prettier then her.
She's very shallow and keeps only the most beautiful people around her at all times, believing that beautiful people must stick together. There is nothing this girl wont do to get a guy she likes either, she'll be vile and spread rumors like wildfire. Parker is a manipulative girl, using her beauty and cunning to get her out of any situation.
Teachers, though she sometimes believes she could teach the lessons better then them, are to be respected in anyway possible.. They still control her marks and the best way to a teachers heart is either to be silent, and turn in your work. Or to answer questions and try to fit in, but only when picked of course. You'll never see her ACTUALLY doing her homework, she usually has someone else do it for her, or just charm some poor unsuspecting fifth year into giving her the answers.
b]Likes:
x Kittens
x Herself
x Singing
x Boys
x Make-up
x Partying
x Being worshipped
x Making boys drool over her
x Making girls jealous
x Others like herself
x Potions
x Power
x Social Strength
Dislikes:
x People that are prettier then her
x Dogs
x Muggles
x Bookworms
x Poor people
x Ex's
x People touching her without permission
x History of Magic
x Herbology
x Complainers
x Weakness
x Stupid people.
History: From birth Parker has had very high expectations for her. She was born to a rich family during their stay at their summer home in Paris. Her father had gotten very rich somehow, maybe the money had built up until it reached them? Or maybe it was something more, it wasn't Parker's place to ask. Her mother was born into a pureblood family that reached far back in history. So together they were the one of the richest pureblooded familys they knew, and they flaunted it.
At three, her parents hired a vast varity of private tutors to mold and shape yound Parker into a girl befitting the last name of Paris. Speak only when spoken to, respect those of higher authority, knees in, and never put your elbos on the table during tea time. It was a never-ending list of what not to do and how to act in proper society. Maybe her parents hoped to gain more respect in the Wizarding world by issuing out a daughter with so much respect it was nearly sickening.
To say the least since a small age Parker has been forced to go to parties, learn most dances to perfection, and even some vocal lessons. She developed a mask that she put on around everyone that she met at at the galas that her parents threw, and a different one to people that her parents brainwashed her into thinking, were lower then scum to her.
Parker had never met a muggle up until her eighth birthday when she was brought to Venice as a birthday gift. A girl had come up to her and asked her if she knew where the nearest hotel was, and her parents through a hissy; calling the girl trash and worthless. It was then that her parents drilled it into her head that the muggles were nothing; if not exposable, and the same went towards mixed bloods.
Ever since she was little she had been taught to get people to adore her, bring the attention back to the Paris family line. "Make your parents proud and get people to believe you are heavensent." she'd always been told. Her parents gave her everything she wanted in return, a grand trade indeed.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Alina Moore
Years of Experience: 4-5 years
Sample Post:
In what manner might you find yourself, when stuck between the choice of being alive or living that life? What would you spend the whole entirety of your mortal life doing? Surely not weaving baskets from the twisted ends of chaos and despair, or knitting blankets to warm a pair of lovers as they knowingly commit something against their beliefs or morals. It's hard to say what constitutes the perfect life, whether it be long and perilous, full of nasty twists that threaten to throw you from what you believe is right, or be it the life that it seemed very little led these days. A life of pure love, undying friendship, and an undisturbed future free from the effects of fear and distinct paranoia.
And, where, dare I ask, would you think to search out a relief to all of life's endless questions, and changes. Well, if we all knew how to find such a paradise, then nothing would mean as much as they do right now. Can you imagine a life without hate, violence, death? To most, the very idea was superb, but in essence it wouldn't be all sugar and dumplings. A life without sorrow and suffering, pain, and death, without all the sad and painful things in life, all the good things would lose their luster.
Think of it this way, if you could have all the things in the world, with no one to tell you that couldn't have what you want; you'd lose the excitement of getting something new. Where as, a orphan child who had lost everything but her life one day receives a small plush rabbit. To her, this wouldn't just be another expendable item to throw away once you got bored, no. No, to this little girl that rabbit could mean the world.
So see, without pain, without sorrow...
There could be no happiness or pleasure.
These, these were just a small fragment of matters of the mortal world that the immoral Lanai had been contemplating within the so far pleasant lifespan she'd been granted. Though her life of after-parties, and blood lust driven murders of countless men had been fun... but had gotten boring after a while.. What was the brunette to do? It wasn't like she had the fear of falling asleep one day then never waking up again. No.. her days continued on ever so plainly. Sure the world would forget her face after a few months, but that wasn't what she wanted... to let another greater evil, that might be lurking just around the proverbial corner take her fame! But then again, that greater evil couldn't over throw her if she had a entire group standing behind her, no.. That's why she'd come to this place...
Now, here she stood, gracefully standing forever in her human form, the nighttime siren with curves to make anyone drool. She was a slender thing, but just looking at her; you could tell she was made to kill. When this place was between her fingers, the whole operation falling before her feet in worship, she'd own the world... Well at least the one of the wolves. But what about her crew? Her staff? Oh, they'd come, she was sure of that, the only matter.. was when she herself would make her grand entrance.
This had to be perfect, everything had to be perfect. Kalel had left? Or merely taken a long vacation, either way, this place was hers now. To keep the allegiance of his followers she'd make sure to loosen the rules on capturing a bit, maybe even throw out a few promotions. No one could say that Lanai wasn't a good commander after that. Her tactics would reign supreme, and her followers would also have a cut in the rewards. There would definitely need to be an increase in incoming and outgoing captives, and no more wolves would get out and just roam free. No, not under her watch. Starting now, all incoming captives would be equipped with trackers, and they would stay there till they proved loyal... That would solve a few problems. This place was supposed to be merely a big business, and offices to human eyes, but with all these wolves escaping, that image could be in jeopardy...
"Enough worrying Lanni, you need to go call a meeting with your new employees, time is precious." she mused to herself as she straightened out her shirt and thigh length shirt; whipping the blood from her lips. With a quick glance at the body that lay before her in one of the many unused offices, she grinned. "This is going to be fun." she mused softly as she quietly opened the door and walked out into the hall.
It didn't take long before the glamorous vixen was in the main office, her slender fingers only inches away from the intercom button. Clearing her throat silently, she let her finger push the button down. "All Wolfiends currently in the building report to the main hall, Immediately!" she said clearly before lifting her hold on the button and gliding into the main hall. Patiently she waiting.. Hmm Who would come?
Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia
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