Post by son on Jul 19, 2009 4:32:14 GMT -5
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The Important Deatails;;
Name:
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Age:
Year:
House:
Blood:
Orientation:
Do’s && Don’ts;;
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Goals:
Erised:
Boggart:
Patronus:
Dementor:
Look in the Mirror;;
Play-By:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Short Description:
{Inside Your Head;;
Personality Description:
Family Matters;;
Parents:
Siblings:
History:
The End;;
Roleplay Sample:
Larissa wasn't paying attention to the boy or the light that he carried with him. Okay so it was his wand lit up and she wasn't happy with there being light around. It was making it hard for her to see what she was reading. She was wondering why he didn't find it odd that she was out her in the perfect darkness reading with no light what so ever. Then again most people didn't seem to make the oh so obvious observation about here. Actually this was probably more time with one single person that wasn't her brother that Larissa got. Funny enought it was Gryffindor and a Potter. However she wasn't sure if he knew who she was and that was prefectly fine with her. She closed her book again as his words reached her ears. She listened and waited for him to be done talking.
Larissa was one to carefully calculate what she would say to someone. She had been smart with him earlier yes but that was because she had been in her element whe he interrupted her. This time she wasn't so sure she was okay with him being there specially with his want lit. It was making her safe place feel less safe though she was just being stupid to think she wouldn't be the only one at the old headmasters grave. After all even her parents had admitted that he was one of the greatest wizards of all time. The image of her father came into her head and she looked down for a minute getting it out. She didn't need to go through another attack again not with a Gryffindor around. Specially not with a Potter to say the least. Their father was the boy who lived. She shook her head so that it would clear and she would stop with her irrational and not like her thinking and go on to think about how to answer what he had asked her.
She had been only slightly surprised when he told her that he didn't have a problem with her staying out there and not listening to him. He was right after all she wasn't going to listen to him regardless of the fact that he was a prefect but it had nothing to do with the fact that it was because of his house or anything like that. She knew the times were bad and she didn't much care. She could take care of herself she had proved that at a young age. Her life wasn't perfect that it would seem the Potter's had been but you never judged something in the wizarding world. Nothing was ever as it seemed so you never jumped to that conclusion.
She glared at him when his wand light made its way to her face. she hated light that close to her. She looked away wanting to hiss but she didn't. She took a deep breath and turned back to him and shook her head it was harder to see him now with the glow from his back pocket but she didn't let on and concentrated just a little bit more. "You are right." He had hit the nail on the head. She didn't actually care that he was a Gryffindor. It wouldn't matter what house he was from, if he was annoying her he would know it and since she wasn't going after him even for the light he had in his pocket he was safe. (from here my other character)
Larissa was one to carefully calculate what she would say to someone. She had been smart with him earlier yes but that was because she had been in her element whe he interrupted her. This time she wasn't so sure she was okay with him being there specially with his want lit. It was making her safe place feel less safe though she was just being stupid to think she wouldn't be the only one at the old headmasters grave. After all even her parents had admitted that he was one of the greatest wizards of all time. The image of her father came into her head and she looked down for a minute getting it out. She didn't need to go through another attack again not with a Gryffindor around. Specially not with a Potter to say the least. Their father was the boy who lived. She shook her head so that it would clear and she would stop with her irrational and not like her thinking and go on to think about how to answer what he had asked her.
She had been only slightly surprised when he told her that he didn't have a problem with her staying out there and not listening to him. He was right after all she wasn't going to listen to him regardless of the fact that he was a prefect but it had nothing to do with the fact that it was because of his house or anything like that. She knew the times were bad and she didn't much care. She could take care of herself she had proved that at a young age. Her life wasn't perfect that it would seem the Potter's had been but you never judged something in the wizarding world. Nothing was ever as it seemed so you never jumped to that conclusion.
She glared at him when his wand light made its way to her face. she hated light that close to her. She looked away wanting to hiss but she didn't. She took a deep breath and turned back to him and shook her head it was harder to see him now with the glow from his back pocket but she didn't let on and concentrated just a little bit more. "You are right." He had hit the nail on the head. She didn't actually care that he was a Gryffindor. It wouldn't matter what house he was from, if he was annoying her he would know it and since she wasn't going after him even for the light he had in his pocket he was safe. (from here my other character)
