Post by hanav2 on Sept 6, 2009 1:21:58 GMT -5
LYRA ARIES LESTRANGE
WELCOME TO HOGWARTS
WHERE ALL THE MAGIC HAPPENS
NAME;; lyra aries lestrange
NICKNAME;; lyra, lee-lee, b.itch
AGE;; fifteen
BIRTHDATE;; firt january
GENDER;; female
BLOOD;; pureblood
ORIENTATION;; heterosexual
YEAR;; fifth
HOUSE;; slytherin
WAND;;11” inch, Maple, Snake Venom
PETS;;hydra, her cat
IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME
WHEN WE USE THE FLOO NETWORK
LIKES;;
- Boys [especially older boys]
- Knives
- Alcohol
- One Night Stands
- Entertainment
- Screams of Torture
- Dark Arts
- Family
- Strawberries
- Boxers.
DISLIKES;;
- Gryffindors
- Mudbloods
- Muggle Things
- Easy Men [she’ll just use them, and throw them away, like it never happened]
- Chocolates
- Backstabbers
- Poverty
- What muggles call, ‘Emo’
- Problematic B.itches
- Fish
STRENGTHS;;
- Potions
- Seducing
- Being sarcastic
WEAKNESSES;;
- Love
- Pain
- Being denied
GOALS;;
ERISED;;
BOGGART;;
DEMENTOR;;
OVERALL PERSONALITY;;
MANIPULATIVE Ah, would she not be a Lestrange, if she hadn’t been able to master the arts of manipulation? How she made men flail at her side, nobody really knew how, but from what it looks like, it wasn’t the Imperius Curse. Afterall, men would look like fluttering fools, if it had been that curse at work. It was also the result of an easy fling or one night stand. Despite this trait, which led her to satisfy her sexual needs, it has helped a great deal, in getting whatever she wanted, that instant.
PLAYFUL. So, yeah, she's pretty playful. She belives that she's pretty friggin' amazing that way. She doesn't take part in careless sex because it doesn't mean anything to the other person but she does seem like the girl that's totally dating someone when she's really not. She tends to hold their hand and sit on their lap and do well, flirtacious things with them without even meaning to, which makes her come off as a huge flirt; and let's be honest we all know she is. And it makes her seem kind of slutty all at the same time but she's really not. She's a playful gal and it's all fun in games. She likes to have fun, with anybody and everybody but that doesn't mean that it has to involve sex. She enjoys having a smile on her face and a laugh or a giggle running out of her mouth. And not only that she like making people laugh and smile, it makes her day each time.
SARCASTIC. She's an incredibly sarcastic person at all times, it never let's up. Her intelligence level gives her quick comebacks and she's never one to walk away quietly. When she's annoyed she's a hell of a lot more sarcastic than she normally does but she's always a very sarcastic person. She points things out other people normally wouldn't notice with an edge in her voice. This makes her come off as a bitch but it's part of who she is and she believes that if people can't handle that they need to get the hell away from her and that's that. She doesn't mind it when people walk away and she won't talk shit about them because she doesn't take part in that or gossip but she might make a couple sarcastic remarks their way. She's just normally like that, very sarcastic and driven and she's always shooting 'comments' out of her mouth. Her parents always said she had an attitude, probably why they couldn't handle her. She can be a nice girl once you get to know her though, her sarcasm doesn't wear off though so if you can't handle her sarcasm you can't handle her.
CONCEITED. She's also a very concieted girl, she not only thinks she's best but carries an air that says she is the best. She loves herself but she's not always claiming such stuff. She's not all in your face about it but she knows when she looks hott and she's not afraid to say when her hair looks drop dead amazing. She knows when she's pushing it and she doesn't even care but she's not always talking about herself. And if she is you don't have to listen. She's not one to brag... much, so she's not always in your face about everything and doesn't bother much with people who don't care to listen.
SOMETHING VERY WICKED
THIS WAY COMES LOVE
PLAY BY;; hanna beth merjos
EYES;; seductive gray eyes, with silver flecks
HAIR;; dark brown and long
HEIGHT;; 5’7
WEIGHT 105 lbs
MARKINGS;; A snake tattoo sliding across her left thigh
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;;
IS THE SAME OLD STORY
WHITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ENDING
PARENTS;;
- Rabastan Lestrange, father, death eater
- Mary Lestrange, mother.
SIBLINGS;;
- Adrian Lestrange, 7th year
- Romulus Lestrange 4th year
CHILDREN(?);; N/A
FRIENDS;; Unknown
ENEMIES;; All mudbloods
PERSON OF IMPORTANCE;;
HISTORY;;
Her adolescence years, had been bliss, for she was looked up, as part of the higher society, and she tend to bully the younger cousins’ of hers, brother included. However, she was close to her elder brother, tagging along with him, though she knew she wasn’t needed. Lord knows, why the girl did so. Her love for sharp objects grew, and it would have been the most perfect gift, her father had given her, after the set of bejeweled daggers, which she keeps close to herself. In a way, Lyra was sadistic, keeping such ornaments. She appreciated the arts, like any woman belonging to the upper hierarchy. And her days in Hogwarts has yet to begin.
Her first year had gone so fast, she was at a lost as to what was there. Naturally she fell into the house of the cunning, and was aquaintanced only with those of proper Pureblood upbringing. She was arrogant in a way, that she shunned even the Professors who are of mudblood bred, and her haughty answers to those half-bloods, earned her detention, even at a young age. She had complained to her father, of this wretched treatment she received in school, to which her mother had met with her head of house. Alas, it was unsuccessful, and she continued her years to torment the professsors.
Anyone who knew of her close proximity to her elder brother, would have thought it sweet. However, her feelings for Adrian, were that of compassion. Her b.itch fits grew wild, at the sight of her brother snogging some other stranger. And it was at the time where they were left alone in the manor, she had forced herself upon her own brother, seducing him, in which she hoped was effective. Slowly, she tried, to make her own kin lust for her, and only her. Her fourth year, had been spent, making out with other boys, of elite breed. Her attempt to make her brother jealous, was still strong, however once in a while when they’re alone she would start her advances on him. Lyra never did like the girls’ dormitory, finding it filled with snores and what not. Almost every night, she would creep into the boys’ dormitory hoping to find her brother, just so she could snuggle into bed with him, like they did when they were children. her life journey has yet to be continued…
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KISS THE PLANET GOODBYE
BECAUSE WE ARE OFF TO MARS
NICKNAME;; Hana!
HOW DID YOU FOUND US;; I was already here since yesterday
TIME ROLE PLAYING;; 7 years
HOW DO WE CONTACT YOU;; AIM . MSN. PM
EXAMPLE RP;;
Those dark hazel eyes watched the crowd, as they passed by her, her wand hidden in her pocket, these muggle clothing tightly draped around her body were suffocating her. The hatred which poured in her eyes filled her thoughts with menace. Those twisted thoughts which brought her to things she never knew she could find. The streets of London. What was this girl doing here? Out of all the places a girl could ever have gone to, the girl was in the alley watching the people, the dark alley, where those with thick clothings and mufflers pass by. The sound of joy and laughter seemed to just stab her over and over again. She bit her lip, a low growl emitted from her lips as her pace seemed to bring her away from the area.
Her head felt as if it was burning up inside. Was it because she had thought too much? Or was it because of the immense thinking of how to get rid of her parents. She hated them. The lot of them. They had left the other Vladmirs just for the Ministry. Ironic isn’t it? For two of the most disgusting parents she would have ever met. Then there was Amber. Sweet little Amber, all covered up with her pink tutu. It was just that which disgust her. Bringing the shame she brought everywhere as a bloodtraitor. Her courage, has brought faith to both Quinton and Nicole, to send her to Hogwarts, so that she will become a fellow Gryffindor.
But oh my, look at Miss Vladmir now. A true pureblood can never hide their identity for long, it is those who have betrayed their kind who will get what they deserve, one day. That was what she had believed in, times and again people have told her this. Those she had trusted. Those purple cloak men, and Angela. They were the one she had faith on, the ones who drew her to the path of a dark arts bearer. She smirked, the same insane smirk which had played on her lips just weeks ago. She could feel the burning desire to bring out her power, use it in front off the many muggles which surrounded her, pushing her as if she was rotting in a corner.
The despicable smell of cologne as businessman pushed past her, the fragile-looking girl, who seemed sickly, despite her pale skin. She wasn’t a beauty, not like Amber. That creamy complexion, those soft gentle eyes. Anyone would have loved her immediately. Amery never did want what Amber had. She wanted her own life. Nobody would dare control this rebellious teen. The same teen who had walked out of the door, she called a dump.[home] Her sister, the perfect Hufflepuff. Was probably preparing for Christmast. The presents. The joy. The laughter. Har.Har.Har.
She never did take the liberty to enjoy it. Despise it more like. She could feel the power in her touch as her finger grazed the side off her polished wand. Each day, she would take it as a need to polish her wand, the only source of power she had been gifted with. The power to do anything she liked. She smirked, as her hand reached her pockets, the other wand. The other wand, her secret stash which she made use of was in her fingers, twirling, as her fingers twirled them. Ah. The many ‘lucky’ victims who had pleaded themselves free all deserved a reward. A reward, which she would take by making use of their wand.
Breathings. She could hear breathings as she turned alarmed to see a boy, no younger than she was. She watched as he summoned the newspaper, laughing afterwards as it backfired, flopping up and down, not coming to him. She surveyed his face, walking towards him, as her fingers stopped twirling the wand. She held the wand at eye level, before pointing it to the newspaper, as it fell elegantly into her clutches. Her dark shadowed eyes turn to look at his, staring into them, as if willing to burn them inside out. A girl would stare dreamily into these boys’ eyes pondering how to get him into their clutches. But she, otherwise.
“The pups will be coming for you….
Her voice came out, soft, yet it had a harsh dulcet tone. She smirked. Nobody would know what this girl speak off. Only she knew, that she spoke of the-lack-of-a-better-word, Ministry would be coming this way, for the attempt to do magic. She, could have easily fled, but she’d caution the boy. Wanting to witness a show in front off her eyes. She knew she could get out of this easily. With parents’ in the Ministry, she’d know she have the upperhand. Her eyes seemed to glaze the face of this stranger slowly.Hogwarts? Was he from Hogwarts? Or just someone she had met some time ago. Her voice came out again, with the same tone.
”Who are you? Why do you look familiar?”
Her head felt as if it was burning up inside. Was it because she had thought too much? Or was it because of the immense thinking of how to get rid of her parents. She hated them. The lot of them. They had left the other Vladmirs just for the Ministry. Ironic isn’t it? For two of the most disgusting parents she would have ever met. Then there was Amber. Sweet little Amber, all covered up with her pink tutu. It was just that which disgust her. Bringing the shame she brought everywhere as a bloodtraitor. Her courage, has brought faith to both Quinton and Nicole, to send her to Hogwarts, so that she will become a fellow Gryffindor.
But oh my, look at Miss Vladmir now. A true pureblood can never hide their identity for long, it is those who have betrayed their kind who will get what they deserve, one day. That was what she had believed in, times and again people have told her this. Those she had trusted. Those purple cloak men, and Angela. They were the one she had faith on, the ones who drew her to the path of a dark arts bearer. She smirked, the same insane smirk which had played on her lips just weeks ago. She could feel the burning desire to bring out her power, use it in front off the many muggles which surrounded her, pushing her as if she was rotting in a corner.
The despicable smell of cologne as businessman pushed past her, the fragile-looking girl, who seemed sickly, despite her pale skin. She wasn’t a beauty, not like Amber. That creamy complexion, those soft gentle eyes. Anyone would have loved her immediately. Amery never did want what Amber had. She wanted her own life. Nobody would dare control this rebellious teen. The same teen who had walked out of the door, she called a dump.[home] Her sister, the perfect Hufflepuff. Was probably preparing for Christmast. The presents. The joy. The laughter. Har.Har.Har.
She never did take the liberty to enjoy it. Despise it more like. She could feel the power in her touch as her finger grazed the side off her polished wand. Each day, she would take it as a need to polish her wand, the only source of power she had been gifted with. The power to do anything she liked. She smirked, as her hand reached her pockets, the other wand. The other wand, her secret stash which she made use of was in her fingers, twirling, as her fingers twirled them. Ah. The many ‘lucky’ victims who had pleaded themselves free all deserved a reward. A reward, which she would take by making use of their wand.
Breathings. She could hear breathings as she turned alarmed to see a boy, no younger than she was. She watched as he summoned the newspaper, laughing afterwards as it backfired, flopping up and down, not coming to him. She surveyed his face, walking towards him, as her fingers stopped twirling the wand. She held the wand at eye level, before pointing it to the newspaper, as it fell elegantly into her clutches. Her dark shadowed eyes turn to look at his, staring into them, as if willing to burn them inside out. A girl would stare dreamily into these boys’ eyes pondering how to get him into their clutches. But she, otherwise.
“The pups will be coming for you….
Her voice came out, soft, yet it had a harsh dulcet tone. She smirked. Nobody would know what this girl speak off. Only she knew, that she spoke of the-lack-of-a-better-word, Ministry would be coming this way, for the attempt to do magic. She, could have easily fled, but she’d caution the boy. Wanting to witness a show in front off her eyes. She knew she could get out of this easily. With parents’ in the Ministry, she’d know she have the upperhand. Her eyes seemed to glaze the face of this stranger slowly.Hogwarts? Was he from Hogwarts? Or just someone she had met some time ago. Her voice came out again, with the same tone.
”Who are you? Why do you look familiar?”
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