Post by Sairu Viola on Aug 15, 2009 13:05:27 GMT -4
Who are you?
Your name: Wednesday Rome
Age: 18
How you found us?: Eons ago, most likely on a summer night in a semi-brightly lit room with the TV on in the background.
Other Characters: None yet :3
Who will you be?
Basics
Characters Name: Sairu Cabasa Viola
Character Age: 17
Sex: Female
Character Year: 7th
Little Things
Pure Blood/ Half Blood / Muggle Born: Her Father is full blood, her Mother’s not human. Don’t know how that balances out there…
Wand (Wood, Inch, Core) : Beech, 12 ½, Dragon heartstring
Pet (Owl, Cat or Toad): Owl, Great-horned, named Tatters.
Details - (1 paragraph min 6-8 sentences)
History: Born to an as of right now, unnamed vampire woman and a wizard named Phiny the Odd, son of Pliny the Weird, the direct decedents of Pliny the Elder.
Pliny the Odd moved to the horribly sunny shores of California, where you could be weird and nobody cared, and took a job as headmaster of a wizarding school called Hexministers.
He sent his young daughter to a local muggle public school to round her out. And while she learned Grammar and Mathematics, she also learned fighting, tagging, cussing, and drinking.
This only came to his attention when she attacked another student in public.
He decided to send her to Hogwarts, as a good hard British school will even straighten out a pink suit. She quickly found out that she prefers her fists over her wand, and was quiet horrible as everything that wasn’t physical. She enjoys flying greatly, and tried out every year until she finally got position- Beater. Her half-vampire nature makes her incredibly strong…it should also make her fast, but she’s never displayed any feats as she prefers to not move at all…maybe that’s why she likes to fly so much?
The class she does best at is Care of Magical Creature, whether that stems from her Father or from the generics, its really not important. She barely scrapes through her classes. Lately, her hhip-flask seems to need filling more often.
Appearance: She short and gaunt. Her hair seems to be some kind of blond, uncared for for many years. Her skin is pallid, slightly yellow. Her eyes are a dark colour, lit only by hunger. She most often wears a face of anger. Her eyebrows are hawkish, and usually scowled. Anything she wears is several sized to large. She keeps a hip-flask on her at all times, it has engraved in it the Adam and Eve scene with that Snake. The only thing she has towards her mother. Heavy eyes, and dark underbags.
Personality: She’s a street-punk, rude, crass, and ignorant. Everything she says is laced by something foul. Her humour is dry, sometimes witty, but mostly dry. Slightly paranoid.
Example of Roleplay: Sometimes, the world looked like it was going too slow, other times too fast. She could never make up her mind, today, it was too fast. The people were moving like bumping blurs along the sidewalk. She was leaning again a pole, waiting for the bus to come. That indent in her back where her spine lived if perfectly along the cold black pole.
And even if it did come, would she get on? Did she have to? Sairu’s arm disappeared in her outrageously large grey robe she wore on outings, looking for her wand. It made her feel uneasy, having her wand on her. What if she needed it, what if she dropped it…She could feel someone staring at her, but she didn’t bother to look around. Her head felt too heavy, she reached for her hipflask.
Your name: Wednesday Rome
Age: 18
How you found us?: Eons ago, most likely on a summer night in a semi-brightly lit room with the TV on in the background.
Other Characters: None yet :3
Who will you be?
Basics
Characters Name: Sairu Cabasa Viola
Character Age: 17
Sex: Female
Character Year: 7th
Little Things
Pure Blood/ Half Blood / Muggle Born: Her Father is full blood, her Mother’s not human. Don’t know how that balances out there…
Wand (Wood, Inch, Core) : Beech, 12 ½, Dragon heartstring
Pet (Owl, Cat or Toad): Owl, Great-horned, named Tatters.
Details - (1 paragraph min 6-8 sentences)
History: Born to an as of right now, unnamed vampire woman and a wizard named Phiny the Odd, son of Pliny the Weird, the direct decedents of Pliny the Elder.
Pliny the Odd moved to the horribly sunny shores of California, where you could be weird and nobody cared, and took a job as headmaster of a wizarding school called Hexministers.
He sent his young daughter to a local muggle public school to round her out. And while she learned Grammar and Mathematics, she also learned fighting, tagging, cussing, and drinking.
This only came to his attention when she attacked another student in public.
He decided to send her to Hogwarts, as a good hard British school will even straighten out a pink suit. She quickly found out that she prefers her fists over her wand, and was quiet horrible as everything that wasn’t physical. She enjoys flying greatly, and tried out every year until she finally got position- Beater. Her half-vampire nature makes her incredibly strong…it should also make her fast, but she’s never displayed any feats as she prefers to not move at all…maybe that’s why she likes to fly so much?
The class she does best at is Care of Magical Creature, whether that stems from her Father or from the generics, its really not important. She barely scrapes through her classes. Lately, her hhip-flask seems to need filling more often.
Appearance: She short and gaunt. Her hair seems to be some kind of blond, uncared for for many years. Her skin is pallid, slightly yellow. Her eyes are a dark colour, lit only by hunger. She most often wears a face of anger. Her eyebrows are hawkish, and usually scowled. Anything she wears is several sized to large. She keeps a hip-flask on her at all times, it has engraved in it the Adam and Eve scene with that Snake. The only thing she has towards her mother. Heavy eyes, and dark underbags.
Personality: She’s a street-punk, rude, crass, and ignorant. Everything she says is laced by something foul. Her humour is dry, sometimes witty, but mostly dry. Slightly paranoid.
Example of Roleplay: Sometimes, the world looked like it was going too slow, other times too fast. She could never make up her mind, today, it was too fast. The people were moving like bumping blurs along the sidewalk. She was leaning again a pole, waiting for the bus to come. That indent in her back where her spine lived if perfectly along the cold black pole.
And even if it did come, would she get on? Did she have to? Sairu’s arm disappeared in her outrageously large grey robe she wore on outings, looking for her wand. It made her feel uneasy, having her wand on her. What if she needed it, what if she dropped it…She could feel someone staring at her, but she didn’t bother to look around. Her head felt too heavy, she reached for her hipflask.