Adriana Bell-Black
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Post by Adriana Bell-Black on Aug 29, 2007 21:42:55 GMT -5
Got a character, but they're an adult? Fill out the form here to be registered with the board. Post it in this thread.
This is only for adult, non-canon characters.
Form:
[b]Name:[/b] (full first and last name) [b]Age:[/b] [b]Former House:[/b] (Hogwarts house, or former school, if you didn't attend Hogwarts) [b]What are you doing?:[/b] (Are you taking a job? What's your story?) [b]RP Sample:[/b] (100 Words Minimum)
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Post by Bridget Ashford on Sept 1, 2007 16:19:50 GMT -5
Name: (full first and last name)
Bridget Ashford
Age:
18 (born in 1963)
Former House: (Hogwarts house, or former school, if you didn't attend Hogwarts)
Slytherin
What are you doing?: (Are you taking a job? What's your story?)
Bridget is the illigitimate child of Cygnus Black. In 1962 Cygnus had a secret affair with Rosaline Ashford. Rosaline's parents were muggle-born, so because of that Cygnus went to great lengths to keep his affair secret. When Rosaline became pregnant, she knew it would greatly complicate things. In order to protect Cygnus' reputation, she fled to America with her unborn child. Bridget grew up fatherless in a small town in Kentucky with her mother. Bridget remained ignorant of the magical world untill her eleventh year, when she recieved a letter to attend Hogwarts. Rosaline then told Bridget about her past, and who her father was. Angry at her mother for decieving her, Bridget left to attend the school, but agreed to keep her relation to the Black family secret.
After finishing her seven years at Hogwarts, Bridget bought herself property in Britian instead of returning to America. She spends her time protecting and raising unicorns on a small ranch just outside of London.
(More details will be in profile history if accepted)
RP Sample: (100 Words Minimum)
Bridget approached the beast with caution, not wanting to frighten her away. She had been following a trail of unicorn blood all morning, and was relieved to see that she had found the animal in time. As she got closer, she was able to see a large gash in the unicorn’s side, probably from a hunter’s failed attempt at catching her. Bridget knew that she had to work quickly before there was too much blood loss, and it was too late. She held her hand out gently toward her. Bridget could see the fear in her eyes, and gently coaxed the animal in her direction.
“It’s alright, precious. I’m not going to hurt you,” she persuaded sweetly. Bridget continued to take tiny steps until she was able to touch her. She softly stroked the animal’s mane, while whispering words of reassurance. Then she gently slipped a rope around her neck, so guiding her back to the house would be easier. As she began leading, Bridget couldn’t help but think about her empty past. The secrets that she was forced to keep of her family had made her reclusive and friendless. She had spent seven years at school with her cousin, who probably didn’t even know she existed much less knew that he was related to her. She wondered how different her life would have turned out if she had had family to lean on all that time. It was simple for her to predict what her life would look like in twenty years; lonely and alone. The thought depressed her. The company of her unicorns had kept her sane, but it didn’t satisfy her craving for human companionship. She sighed knowing that it was impossible as long as she refused to open up to anyone. She could always go back to the states to her mother, but that would force her to leave her magical life behind, and no chance of friendship was worth that much.
Once she arrived, Bridget led the animal to the shed, where she cleaned and wrapped her wounds before fixing up a stall for her for the night. After she was sure the animal was comfortable, she slowly followed the path up to her little cottage.
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Post by bellasterling on Sept 8, 2007 18:53:54 GMT -5
Name: (full first and last name) Bella Leann Sterling
Age: 21 years old. Born October 15th, 1960.
Former House: (Hogwarts house, or former school, if you didn't attend Hogwarts) Ravenclaw
What are you doing?: (Are you taking a job? What's your story?) Bella is for now working as a waitress in the Three Broomsticks but in time hopes to get a job at Hogwarts. ((I'm not taking up a job right now because of school. I don't want to get the position then slack off.))
RP Sample: (100 Words Minimum) Bella sighed quietly to herself as she walked from table to table cleaning each one, making them all spotless. She’d been working at the Three Broomsticks as a waitress for the past three years, other small jobs on the side, but this is one she always stuck with. Probably because her and Rosmerta got along pretty well, plus she couldn’t stand being away from the place she had once called home.
At the thought she glanced outside the window knowing it was less than a week until term started. Ever since she’d left Hogwarts she wanted to go back and become a teacher but all of the positions she knew about were taken and probably would be for quite sometime. So since her dream job was off the list for now she took up working as a waitress something she didn’t enjoy immensely but it did help pay the bills and everything else she needed. In the end Bella knew she couldn’t complain.
Sighing once again she turned around, plates and cups in her hand, as she bumped into a man and a woman who had just entered the room. Hearing the shattering of glass made Bella frown as she turned toward the couple. “I’m terribly sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you there,” she announced her face now flustered as she pulled out her wand and began to clean the mess. Today has been a long day, she thought to herself as she glanced back down to the now perfectly clean floor.
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Post by connie on Sept 17, 2007 12:54:09 GMT -5
Name: Constance Vance Age: 29 Former House: Former Slytherin What are you doing?: Previously worked for the Ministry of Magic, is a secret spy for the URE, which is something not a lot of people will know about. This organization is not run by the Ministry, but instead by an unknown leader who is bent on taking over where certain others have failed. While still maintaining her post in this Department, she does report secretly to the leader of this organization, who has been using Death Eaters to make their plans go smoothly. As of yet undiscovered. URE stands for Underground Revolution of Evil. RP Sample: Constance touched her long flowing hair with a pale hand. She knew that this was the meeting spot, and had worn her tightest shirt just to hi light those areas that aided her most in the job she had to do. Licking her lips slightly she moved to the darkest corner of the bar, her soft brown eyes moving over each individual she passed. After all it was always good to make contact with as many as possible. She smirked letting her full lips part some in the process.
He body moved lightly to slide into the hidden corner's only bench. She pursed her lips and blew out the candle sending a little tendril of the smoke up into the air. She looked up and around hoping he would not be late. She had other activities she wanted to attend to tonight, and if he made her miss those again, she would all but kill him. After all, she had other things on her mind too. She smiled slightly as she thought of those things.
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Post by Sarah Silverstein on Sept 18, 2007 13:42:26 GMT -5
[b]Name:[/b] Sarah Silverstein Age: 25 Former House: Slytherin What are you doing?: For now, Sarah is working in the Ministry in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Sarah is an halfblood. (mother was a pureblood and her father was an half-blood)
Sarah is the kind of person that can be very nice, but if you annoy her she will probably snap at you, if she was younger, hex you. For the people that she dislikes she has a blank expression if she's in a good mood, almost charming, but they only have to slightly annoy her once to make her say something not-very-nice. The only thing that can stop her of start arguing is if the other person can give Sarah something that she wants, or if s/he can hurt her somehow. If not, well Sarah can be really arrogant with the brat if she's in a bad mood.
When it comes to new ideas, Sarah is the best. She's a very creative person who loves to write, read and sometimes even paint. That's probably her best feature, but of course her creativity has bad days.
Sarah was the quiet-Slytherin type, she rarely used the word mudblood or blood traitor in front of one. The main reason that she was in Slytherin was her ambition and love for wealth, in the end of her seventh year, Sarah didn't even plan to join Voldemort, she was neutral.
RP Sample: Hogwarts was the place where Sarah felt better. Even though the war didn't seem to end soon, making her slightly worried, Hogwarts was the place that calmed her down, especially the Courtyard. It had a nice view to the mountains, to the castle, etc... Sarah just needed to find the right place to sit, then all she had to do was watch the students, watching everything.
After her dad's death, her family seemed more quiet now, of course Sarah was no exception, she was still the Sarah that everyone knew, but that dead was a shock to her family, of course they knew that he was getting crazy, but no one could imagine he would get killed. To say the truth, that scared her a little, Her life without her dad was unthinkable a year ago and now he was gone.
A cold breeze hit her face gently, it was getting cold since it was almost night. A few first years were playing at something that Sarah had no idea, "It must be a new game that someone made up." she thought. How bored she was to try to find out what they were playing. Sarah even thought of going pick on them, but then she remembered that she had to read a few pages for her History Of Magic homework. At least that homework was just read, no writing, no practicing, no nothing, making everything easier for her. Sarah opened the book, looking down at it, after finding the right page, she started to read the first lines. [/size]
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Post by Aella Papadimas on Sept 22, 2007 2:17:05 GMT -5
Name: Aella Pelegia Papadimas
Age: 23, born on August 14th
Former House: Slytherin
What are you doing?: Born in Greece, Aella moved to Great Britain when she was four years old, after her father was nearly discovered torturing muggles in the small neighborhood that they resided in. Being in the Slytherin house helped to mold her into a discriminating, conniving blood purist that used people to get herself higher in the chain of authority and popularity. She was always popular in school, and even after graduation she was a well-liked and admired citizen of the wizarding community. Her lust to see all muggles and muggleborns taken out was well hidden, and is a secret that she keeps away from the public eye. She is a former death eater, not something that many people (even dark wizards and witches like herself) know.
Aella is currently worming her way into the heart and life of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry. It's not a difficult task for her; she's beautiful and utilizes her appearance well, and the generous sums of money that her family has donated to the Ministry help give her a little more sway over the man. He sees her as only an air-headed beauty that knows little about politics and what is going on in the Wizarding World, and she prefers it that way. Getting information from him is much easier when he believes she can't think past her own hair.
RP Sample: She was unhappy, and furious, and a woman on a fierce mission. Stepping out of one of the massive fireplaces that connected to the Floo Network, Aella Papadimas walked briskly across the dark marble flooring of the Ministry, her spiked heels clicking lightly with each step. As much as she disliked muggles, she admired some of their fashions, and had decided to wear a short red dress of a Marilyn Monroe fashion for this excursion. Her sweetheart had failed to tell her that she would be meeting his parents this evening.
She was enraged that any man thought that he could decide what she did or when she did it. She would have to act calm and collected, and somewhat excited to be able to get this to turn around to her advantage. The man thought she was a bimbo, and she would have to express her frustrations without blowing that concept completely out of the water. Her bright eyes narrowed dangerously as the elevator came into view. She had approximately four minutes to compose herself.
She stepped onto the elevator, giving its other occupants a quick, social smile. She pressed the button for the level that she wanted, and was glad to see that she was the only one that was headed for the Magical Law Enforcement offices. Good. Perhaps after coaxing her 'lover' into doing things her way for the evening, she could then coax him into breaking in the couch in his office, just to seal the deal. Her deep red painted lips quirked into a small smirk. While he smoked a celebratory cigar, she'd try to get a quick peek at the classified files on his desk. Just the idea of it made her tap her foot in anticipation; now, she wouldn't have to pretend to be excited
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Post by Amara Evans on Sept 30, 2007 21:33:12 GMT -5
Name: Amara Jade Evans
Age: 23
Former House: Slytherin
What are you doing?: Amara's new solo life has left her to do whatever she wishes, and that is just what she will do. After the death of her parents and husband, Amara's fortune has grown exponentially, and with her ambitious personality and interests, she is planning on surviving the future by herself. One of the prominent options in which she might pursue is opening her own shop in Knockturn Alley, though as of right now she is living off bon bons and bubble baths.
RP Sample:
Amara walked slowly and gracefully down the old oak staircase, her jet black hair swaying slightly with each step she took. Her pale fingers traced designs on the railing, and although her dark eyes weren't paying attention to them, she knew exactly what shape they would be making: the same shape they'd been making since she'd been a small girl. Amara reached the end of her descent and she stood still, glancing above her to the large chandelier her late husband had bought to appease her. It hadn't worked, though she remembered it as being a nice gesture.
Traces of her family had been removed completely from the manor in which Amara stood. Only a week ago, paintings and family portraits littered the walls; family heirlooms cluttered the armoires and tabletops. As she glanced around, however, she noticed the apparent cleanliness of the entryway, though some might call it emptiness. She knew better, for it was what she'd wanted: a fresh start, no memories. Amara hadn't been able to pluck the courage to dispose of the chandelier, however. It was the one item that she knew she must keep, if only to remind her that her former family had at least tried.
A loud, echoing knock shook Amara from her daydreams. A soft breath blew through her lips. She ran her hands lightly over her black dress, smoothing it. Her heels made rhythmic clacks on the tile floor as she made her way to open the door and greet who she knew she didn't want to see, although she had no choice. She was sure that they had something more to press upon her this time, so Amara could only do what she did best. Her deep red lips turned up into a smile, her small hand reached for the handle and pulled, and the widow opened the door with a friendly, welcoming look, though on the inside, her dull feelings were sparking.
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From underneath the trees, we watch the sky, confusing stars with satellites
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Post by Marissa Brookfield on Oct 10, 2007 1:17:59 GMT -5
Name: Marissa Brookfield Age: 20 Former House: Ravenclaw What are you doing?: After attending Hogwarts, Marissa decided to stay in London and study about muggles. She found the very thought of them to be fascinating. She wasn't like any student her age back them, most students usually disliked Muggles but she thought they were interesting. After 2 years of studying, not to mention the 18 years before, she chose to come back to the world of magic. Marissa came back to Hogwarts to apply for a job as the professor of Muggle Studies.
RP Sample: Marissa sat on the park bench a newspaper covering her lap. She scanned the playground, watching younger children having fun, running around, practically being nuisances. She smiled and laughed lightly. She held up her newspaper to cover her eyes. She read through the news, mostly looking out for new inventions being made or discovers being made about science or what not.
Marissa slumped down on the bench and folded the newspaper neatly beside her. She checked her wristwatch to look for the time. It was only the beginning of the day and she was already getting bored.
Sometimes she still felt like a child, mostly when she would look into a mirror. Many people commented on how she still looked like a teen. Marissa didn't know if this was a compliment. She chose to believe it was, knowing how older people always wanted to have a young youthful appearance. In the back of her mind, she was wondering if she would ever be taken seriously as an adult-- or atleast get into Rated R movies or clubs. Marissa laughed at her ridiculous thought. She definitely still had the imagination and possibly humor of a child. (The kind of humor where only one person understands you. And that one person would normally be yourself)
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Post by boredom on Oct 11, 2007 20:25:45 GMT -5
Name: (full first and last name) Winter Paradis
Age: 21
Former House: (Hogwarts house, or former school, if you didn't attend Hogwarts) Ravenclaw
What are you doing?: (Are you taking a job? What's your story?) Winter has been traveling the world for the past 3 years. She settled in Germany, Austria, Australia, Romania, and the United States. Moving around she observed how muggles and magic have coincided for so long. She was brought up to believe in the purity of blood and stands by her upbringing. While traveling Winter has observed the different forms of magic all over the world. She was fascinated by how some muggles are gifted with limited magical ability and they didn’t even know it most of the time. Studying palmistry, tarot, astronomy and many other forms of alternative magic, Winter has discovered many secrets of magic
RP Sample: (100 Words Minimum)
Winter walked quickly down the side street of her hometown. Back here she didn’t feel right. It just felt like the peace had been disturbed. Reaching her street, Winter stumbled to her door and fetched her keys out of her purse. Fumbling with the lock, she finally manages to open her door. She wasn’t sure why she was so on edge not. Maybe it was all the travel that had her nerves going wild? Sighing she threw her purse on the small table next to her large oak door. Shrugging off her coat she walked across the hall and into the kitchen, lighting random candles all the way. Winter glanced around wearily not seeing anything out of place. Of course nothing was out of place, she argued with her mind feeling stupid, there is nothing wrong. Grabbing a bottle of White Zinfandel, she made her way up to her office to go over her research.
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Post by Reuben Chauncey on Nov 16, 2007 18:53:42 GMT -5
Name: Reuben Chauncey Age: Thirty-nine Former House: Ravenclaw What are you doing?: Singer/Musician; Reuben began his career during his Hogwarts school year which he nearly dropped out had it not been for a man who ran a book store in Diagon Alley. The man had over-heard his plans for leaving and continuing his career music and urged him to go to the school, even giving him his seventh year school books completely free. He drug through, barely passing and then trying to sing. Most of the time he was in bars, and not singing, half the time having help sit up straight in his chair much less play the piano keys correctly, withought slamming them down randomly and laughing. He finally had his break being hired as a one man band, singing mostly romantic songs and never being afraid to get wild on the stage, his manager fell in love with his shows, along with his few friends. His career plummeted again in his late twenties when he had gotten involved in some dark work and did some cold, hard time in Azkaban, that was enough to set him straight. He finally gotten back and his manager rehired him, now playing shows where ever he can. RP Sample: He began playing the piano, and within seconds, tapped it with his wand, the piano played by itself. "All right, all of you here today, to hear me sing. Are yall excited?" The crowd roared anxiously, and he stepped back, "THEN PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER!" he yelled as he dove forward grabbing the microphone. Though he knew not many of the woman were there to lust over him or envy his body, they did envy his voice and nack for musical talent. And he was proud of it... The music played louder and louder, and his voice did. He had in his hand a long, almost transparent, red, scarf looking object. Maybe two feet long, he always carried it with him, wrapped around his hand, at concerts. Nothing superstitious or a weird singer belief, just something he did. "And I swear its true! I was just about to say I love you! Yes I was just about to say I love you! I was just about to say.... I love you...." his voice died down and the piano slowed, the notes coming out a few more moments, before dying down. The crowd applauded him and he came up smiling, sling his head back to remove the hair from his face. First song and he was already sweating, he reached for a glass of water, "Thank yall so much! This next song is dedicated to the newly wed couple out there" he said seductively before stepping behind the piano, playing this softer, smooth, melodic tune.
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Post by gabby on Dec 10, 2007 13:56:23 GMT -5
Name: Gabriel Hammer Age: 27 Former House: Durmstang What are you doing?: Unspeakable, Former
Sample Role play? Right. I will speak for myself in my threads. Trust that.
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Post by wwwzzz on Mar 20, 2010 3:22:40 GMT -5
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