Post by hana on Sept 5, 2009 9:32:32 GMT -5
APHRODITE ATHENA GEORGIDIAS
WELCOME TO HOGWARTS
WHERE ALL THE MAGIC HAPPENS
NAME;;aphrodite athena goergidias
NICKNAME;; effy, roddie, georgie
AGE;; fifteen
BIRTHDATE;; tenth june
GENDER;; female
BLOOD;; halfblood
ORIENTATION;; heterosexual
YEAR;; fifth
HOUSE;; gryffindor
WAND;; 11” inches, Holly Wood, Dragonclaw
PETS;; White Britishlonghair cat, Fides
IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME
WHEN WE USE THE FLOO NETWORK
LIKES;;
- justice
- books
- strawberries
- vegetables
- vanilla-scented candles
- charms
- transfiguration
- Herbology
- wizards chess
- Older boys
DISLIKES;;
- meat
- potions
- boys who date her for the sake of it and dump her the next day
- hypocrites
- dueling
- jerks
- bullies
- high-heels
- crying
- pain
STRENGTHS;;
- charms
- quidditch
- wizards chess
- understanding others
WEAKNESSES;;
- love
- older boys
- strsawberry ice-cream [ she can’t stop when she starts]
- remnants of her parents’ death
- duelling
GOALS;;
ERISED;;
BOGGART;;
PATRONUS;;
DEMENTOR;;
OVERALL PERSONALITY;;
BOLD
COMPASSIONATE
DISTRUSTFUL
FORGIVING
SARCASM
SIMPLE
SOMETHING VERY WICKED
THIS WAY COMES LOVE
PLAY BY;; neon lynxie
EYES;;
HAIR;;
HEIGHT;;
WEIGHT
MARKINGS;;
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;;
IS THE SAME OLD STORY
WHITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ENDING
PARENTS;;both deceased
SIBLINGS;;none
CHILDREN(?);; n/a
FRIENDS;; unknown
ENEMIES;; unknown
PERSON OF IMPORTANCE;;
Cynthia Agatha Georgidias, 50, unspeakable, aunt
Perseus Apollo Georgidias, 53, auror, uncle
Kyra Liana Georgidias, 25, curse breaker, cousin
HISTORY;;
KISS THE PLANET GOODBYE
BECAUSE WE ARE OFF TO MARS
NICKNAME;; Hana
HOW DID YOU FOUND US;; Proboards support(:
TIME ROLE PLAYING;; 7 years
HOW DO WE CONTACT YOU;; AIM. MSN. PM
EXAMPLE RP;;
The dark walls, seemed to enclose around her, enclosing her in what seemed like a small space. In her hand, was the shriveled up hand figure, which held the only light among these dark spaces. Most would have suffered in a serious case of claustrophobia, if left alone in the dark, ‘seemingly enclosed’ corridors. Having planned for this carefully, she’d picked the perfect moment, when the Slytherin corridors were bustling with news of the imprisoned ‘Averys’, she had slipped out of the room, unnoticed to incorrigible prying eyes. No. Not even Cepheus would find out about this. Cold war would erupt, if he knew of her night entours. What would a young, bored soul do, in this wretched castle. It wasn’t her home, where she could come and go, wherever and whenever she felt like it, and of course, she would never be able to leave without Ceph’s help. Her eyes flickered once more behind her, as if hearing soft footsteps. Her grip on the Hand Of Glory tightened, right, that was it, the Hand of Glory, which only gives light to its bearers, and in this case, it was in her possession. How she had gotten that wonderful equipment into her hands, had always been the question, for it was a rare object, which could only be found ‘at the right place’. The cold air whipped her porcelain face, hinting a tinge of blue on her blood red lips. Those cold gray eyes was focused forwards, but her mind was elsewhere. Her ears, as usual, which sensed the slightest movement remained rapt at attention, as her legs carried her forwards.
Shadows loomed over her, as she passed by a gruesome portrait, featuring a beheaded wizard, with his spectacles askew. Hesitating for a moment, as she watched the pained expression clearly portrayed on the wizards’ face, as her adrenaline rushed. It was of course, a very famous artwork, done by one of the greatest wizard artiste of the millennium, Malleus Sire Maleficarus. Her breathe seemed to stop momentarily, for this was the missing piece which she had yet to find. Mist came out of those seductive lips, as she let her breathe out, her chest heaving.
Not now Cassie…Its too risky…
I know….But…
Stop being childish Cassioepeia….
Her fingernails dug into the metal, desiring for that work of art. Her feet moved forward, as if being monopolized by her own thoughts. She glanced back, hearing snores from other potraits. Turning her head back, she continued down the passageway, towards that ugly portrait. Having memorized the routes clearly, it was never a haste for her. But somehow, that day itself seemed different. It was as if she was following another route. The portraits were all much unfamiliar to her. Was she lost? No. How absurd. That would not be the case. She’s known these routes as if her life depended on it. What a waste of precious time it would have been. Patience, was one of her flaws. Everyone knew that. She expected everything to be on time, and according to what she had planned. What with those blasted thoughts of hers nagging at the back of her mind, her head pounded furiously, her day, wasn’t going to get any better. Having served detention, that very evening, ‘cleaning’ toilets, or so it seemed.
You didn’t clean them Cassie…
She growled. As if she needed reminding. What a disgrace it would have been, if she were seen cleaning up the girl’s toilet. The skinny Hufflepuff, had ‘helped’ her loads. Well, that wasn’t really bad was it? Well, if the Polyjuice Potion hadn’t worn out, of course it would have worked well.
” ….three weeks of detention, I believe…."
Collecting potion ingredients for that old loon, would have been what was pronounced as, an easy task. At the same time, Fornax, would get his temporary freedom. The poor cobra, has had less victims to hunt, ever since school has reopened. Frequently whisking school owls, for her treasured pet, would increase more of this unfortunate events, and she wouldn’t want all these troublesome things to linger in her mind, when she’s had better things to do.
Like getting into someone’s pants?
Letting that random remark slide, knowing it was a scheme, to get her angered further. She wasn’t going to fall into one of these traps, played by her own thoughts. She’s had enough of these uncontrollable situations. Cassie walked deeper into the corridors, passing by a familiar statue, featuring a knight, clad with armour and a sword. Surpassing it, her eyes slid by the portraits, as she counted in her mind.
Uno…
Another similar statue, of the same knight.
Due…
And yet another similar statue, of again, the same knight.
Tre…
Somehow, she’s had this feeling that the Headmaster has intentionally set them there, to guard the Honeydukes entrance. Ah. Finally, the portrait she was looking for, there it was, right in front of her. She pointed her wand to the Hand Of Glory, as it vanished. The next moment, everything resumed to its normal position. The grayish background of the corridor, was clearer than it was before. The ceiling, with its black texture lit up, as well as the murals on the walls opposite this slim and slender young girl. The sudden turning on of lights, revealed her ravishing beauty and what she wore, underneath those robes of hers. Though she had planned to get into Hogsmeade, during these times, it was those footsteps, which irked her. Afterall, it had been a long time, since she’d found a victim. It would be worth a while, if she were to feed her ‘stalker’ to Fornax. A small smirk appeared on those blood red lips of hers, as she licked them, before her voice echoed, a sweet , high voice, spurting with malice. The charade was over.
“Are you done following me?”
