Post by Elena Durant on Aug 13, 2009 3:14:46 GMT -4
Who are you?
Your name: Benita. hi
Age: 17
How you found us: i have no recollection
Other Character: Too many to remember.
Who will you be?
Basics
Characters Name: Elena Durant
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Little Things
Pure Blood/ Half Blood / Muggle Born: Pure blood
Wand (Wood, Inch, Core) : Mahogany, 13 inches, string of dragon heart.
Pet (Owl, Cat or Toad) (Optional):n/a
Details - s)
History:
Elena was born into a happy family. They were wealthy, but not extravagantly and very content with their middle class status. Their wealth came from owning a string of clothing stores that existed both in the muggle and magical world. Whilst Elena has few recollections of her childhood, she does recall fleeting moments of happiness and comfort. All that changed with the death of her father when she was six. He had been killed in a muggle car accident. This tragedy destroyed her family. Her brother began to attend Hogwarts and therefore was not with his sister and widowed mother.
Regina Durant sank ever deeper into depression and did not provide Elena with the sort of advice and love that a mother should've provided. All this did however was teach Elena to guard herself. The lack of taught discipline also created a 'bad girl' image and personality. The death of her father also created a deep rooted hatred for muggles. It was this rather dank childhood that got Elena mixed into the muggle drug "cocaine". Whilst she does not believe she has an addiction, she does realize that she has a problem but struggles to reveal her weakness.
She is currently the store manager of the London and Hogsmead branch of her father's stores, Candylane. Having finished her Hogwarts education, Elena is also looking for an apprenticeship as a charms teacher, if such a position exists and is also looking into ways of becoming a death eater, her resentment mainly drawn from her father's death.
Appearance:
Elena is blessed with what she dubs 'totally awesome' features. She has night blue eyes as well as porcelain pale skin. Her hair is naturally brown, but she grew to dislike her natural hair and often dyes it. For the moment, it is black. She considers herself ot be of average height, approximately 170cm. Luckily for her, her body is thin and lean, giving the illusion of more height. She is well proportioned with a petite frame. Since leaving school, she has gained an obsession with body art and has two tattoos, one trailing around her wrist like a bracelet reading "And i whispered in her ear, fear me dear, for I am death." Another is in the center of her back on her spine and is of her fathers name in calligraphy, as well as his birth and death date.
Personality:
Elena has a somewhat forward and blunt personality. She is easily annoyed by small minds and children. She is rather impatient and unfortunately also extremely flirtatious. She is often admonished for having a ‘bad attitude’. She is in no way shy or timid, unless given reason to be. Her personality and attitude is can often be found intimidating by others. She is rather independent.
Occupation: Store manager of Candylane. Hopes in the future to esteem as a Hogwarts teacher.
Rpg Sample:
From another site, hope that's alright.
Your name: Benita. hi
Age: 17
How you found us: i have no recollection
Other Character: Too many to remember.
Who will you be?
Basics
Characters Name: Elena Durant
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Little Things
Pure Blood/ Half Blood / Muggle Born: Pure blood
Wand (Wood, Inch, Core) : Mahogany, 13 inches, string of dragon heart.
Pet (Owl, Cat or Toad) (Optional):n/a
Details - s)
History:
Elena was born into a happy family. They were wealthy, but not extravagantly and very content with their middle class status. Their wealth came from owning a string of clothing stores that existed both in the muggle and magical world. Whilst Elena has few recollections of her childhood, she does recall fleeting moments of happiness and comfort. All that changed with the death of her father when she was six. He had been killed in a muggle car accident. This tragedy destroyed her family. Her brother began to attend Hogwarts and therefore was not with his sister and widowed mother.
Regina Durant sank ever deeper into depression and did not provide Elena with the sort of advice and love that a mother should've provided. All this did however was teach Elena to guard herself. The lack of taught discipline also created a 'bad girl' image and personality. The death of her father also created a deep rooted hatred for muggles. It was this rather dank childhood that got Elena mixed into the muggle drug "cocaine". Whilst she does not believe she has an addiction, she does realize that she has a problem but struggles to reveal her weakness.
She is currently the store manager of the London and Hogsmead branch of her father's stores, Candylane. Having finished her Hogwarts education, Elena is also looking for an apprenticeship as a charms teacher, if such a position exists and is also looking into ways of becoming a death eater, her resentment mainly drawn from her father's death.
Appearance:
Elena is blessed with what she dubs 'totally awesome' features. She has night blue eyes as well as porcelain pale skin. Her hair is naturally brown, but she grew to dislike her natural hair and often dyes it. For the moment, it is black. She considers herself ot be of average height, approximately 170cm. Luckily for her, her body is thin and lean, giving the illusion of more height. She is well proportioned with a petite frame. Since leaving school, she has gained an obsession with body art and has two tattoos, one trailing around her wrist like a bracelet reading "And i whispered in her ear, fear me dear, for I am death." Another is in the center of her back on her spine and is of her fathers name in calligraphy, as well as his birth and death date.
Personality:
Elena has a somewhat forward and blunt personality. She is easily annoyed by small minds and children. She is rather impatient and unfortunately also extremely flirtatious. She is often admonished for having a ‘bad attitude’. She is in no way shy or timid, unless given reason to be. Her personality and attitude is can often be found intimidating by others. She is rather independent.
Occupation: Store manager of Candylane. Hopes in the future to esteem as a Hogwarts teacher.
Rpg Sample:
From another site, hope that's alright.
Amore had been stalking him all night, ever since she had left the palace for a feed. And it would seem, luck was on her side tonight. From a shadowed corner in a dark, dingy bar, Amore watched as he, in a drunken stupor, staggered out of the bar, his arms flailing around him. Without a moments thought, Amore followed him out of the bar, trailing behind him some ten metres, making sure to pause and hide every now and then, should he turn to see her following him. Even under the darkness of a Venetian night, Amore’s eyes took notice of the low quality fabric of his clothes, his straight nose and the stubble on his chin, his muscled body and his bronzed skin tone. When Amore opened her mouth to unnecessarily breathe in air, it was rife with his scent, musk of smoke and sweat.
Unable to completely control herself, Amore’s quiet feet journeyed quickly across the rough cobble stones of the street. All the time she followed him, until he came to a bridge. Amore stood afar and gazed, as this peasant boy stood on the peak of the bridge and leant against the railing. His head was downcast and his eyes, which were a wonderful green, watched the waters below him, their waves gently lapping against each other. This was the time, Amore realized, for her to move forward and take him. She could feel in her mouth, her taste buds tickling with the thought of his blood, which she knew would be beyond sweet ecstasy. The mere thought of it sent her almost jogging towards him. Within moments she had reached him, and even less time than that Amore had grasped the back of his white linen shirt and spun him around to face her, pushing him up against the railing.
His eyes widened as he took in the appearance of Amore. In a child’s curiosity he lent forward with widened eyes. His hands aimlessly moved across her, almost as if he could not comprehend the beautiful creature in front of him. His rough fingers tangled in the long curls of her black hair and grabbed at the red and black silk of her bustier dress. He was mesmerized. Pity rose up in Amore, that such an innocent being should have to leave the world. “It’s a small comfort.” She said out loud to the boy. Her hand caressed his neck, moving aside his hair. Amore’s eyes made contact with his. “That I should be the last thing you see.” He nodded in vigorous agreement, though Amore was sure he did not understand what she meant. Without another word, and with his sweet consent, Amore placed her mouth on his neck and bit down hard. The warm liquid, like aged wine rushed out of him immediately, filling her mouth and running down her chin and over her breasts.
When she had finished, Amore dropped him into the water below, his now empty body sinking to the depths. Amore felt herself pout. He had been so beautiful. With a sigh, Amore sat on the bridge, her full skirt billowing around her. Absent mindley, Amore’s fingers traced over the patterns of his blood that ran over her pale skin.
Unable to completely control herself, Amore’s quiet feet journeyed quickly across the rough cobble stones of the street. All the time she followed him, until he came to a bridge. Amore stood afar and gazed, as this peasant boy stood on the peak of the bridge and leant against the railing. His head was downcast and his eyes, which were a wonderful green, watched the waters below him, their waves gently lapping against each other. This was the time, Amore realized, for her to move forward and take him. She could feel in her mouth, her taste buds tickling with the thought of his blood, which she knew would be beyond sweet ecstasy. The mere thought of it sent her almost jogging towards him. Within moments she had reached him, and even less time than that Amore had grasped the back of his white linen shirt and spun him around to face her, pushing him up against the railing.
His eyes widened as he took in the appearance of Amore. In a child’s curiosity he lent forward with widened eyes. His hands aimlessly moved across her, almost as if he could not comprehend the beautiful creature in front of him. His rough fingers tangled in the long curls of her black hair and grabbed at the red and black silk of her bustier dress. He was mesmerized. Pity rose up in Amore, that such an innocent being should have to leave the world. “It’s a small comfort.” She said out loud to the boy. Her hand caressed his neck, moving aside his hair. Amore’s eyes made contact with his. “That I should be the last thing you see.” He nodded in vigorous agreement, though Amore was sure he did not understand what she meant. Without another word, and with his sweet consent, Amore placed her mouth on his neck and bit down hard. The warm liquid, like aged wine rushed out of him immediately, filling her mouth and running down her chin and over her breasts.
When she had finished, Amore dropped him into the water below, his now empty body sinking to the depths. Amore felt herself pout. He had been so beautiful. With a sigh, Amore sat on the bridge, her full skirt billowing around her. Absent mindley, Amore’s fingers traced over the patterns of his blood that ran over her pale skin.
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