Post by silkie on Jul 19, 2010 17:34:01 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/CENTER]OOC NAME: silkie.
AGE: sixteen.
EXPERIENCE: 3 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Mudblood and Muggle killing, daddy’s favourite sport. He was surely the champion, and could only be matched by his dear wife. They story’s he told of his little games would amuse Aurelia and her older brother. The things that children would find so amazing was a strange thing, they were always very detailed with blood and gore. Aurelia cringed at the thought; it was the only time her father would really speak to his children when they were young, most of the time he would pass them by without a word. Lowering her wand slightly she gazed over the distraction they had caused, a family of five muggle lying on the floor, three of them dead, and other still being tortured by her father, their screams echoed throughout the house. He cared not for the pain they felt only the pleasure of hearing them scream and beg for their lives. She hated it, why should would even follow him out of the house we beyond her. There was never a real connection between the two; Rodolphus Lestrange was nothing but a loveless murderer, without a conscience, while Aurelia was questioning it all, her parent’s way of life and what they had taught her, it made no senesce at all. She had never killed in her life, only used the Cruciatus Curse which she hated with a passion.
A loud scream broke through her hateful thoughts; looking down at the floor the two reaming survivors seemed to be getting the worsted of her father wrath. She could not bear the scream anymore, if she had the ability to cry she would, turning on her heel she walked out of the front like nothing happened, the screams follow her out until she shut the door. Walking quickly down the cement path she turned to look at the London house, it was nothing special, simple like all the others. Pitying the poor soul that would discover what lies behind the door. Taking off down the quiet road, never looking back at the house. Rather happily she found herself soon immersed in a large crowd of people, blending in very well in her dark jeans, black trench coat and boots no one would know any wiser who she was part of one of the most murderous families in England. Her sense of direction in Muggle London was rather good considering she had only passed through these roads a few times. Still in the middle of a large crowd of people, she found herself being taken deeper and deeper into the heart of London. Passing some of the famous muggle buildings and shops, and trying very hard not to get snapped in their pictures. Most would think it odd but it could be rather incriminating if anyone found out who killed the muggle family, the Ministry had ways of finding out who was the killer. And the thought of being in Azkaban for the rest of her life was not something that appealed to Aurelia.
Soon the crowd seemed to be expanding as they got to the muggle version of the Ministry of Magic, the Houses of Parliament where amazing, even for muggle architecture, the large building seemed to over shadow everything, and Big Ben was adding the final touches, though she would never admit it, Aurelia loved this part of London. Especially Westminster Bridge, not only was the House of Parliament next to it, the London Eye was on the opposite side. It had to be the prettiest place in London. No wonder all of the tourists came to see it; if she would not be killed by her parents Aurelia would do the same. By now she had forgotten what she had witnessed a before. The lifeless bodies on the floor seemed to be nothing but a distant memory. A loud clash of thunder seemed to come out of nowhere, the sky was turning from alight blue colour, to a dark grey rather quickly.
Magically pulling out a large black umbrella from her pocket she walked across the rest of the bridge, not really taking in the view as she normally did, opening the umbrella as she went. After ten minutes of walking in almost disserted streets she found herself outside of the Leaky Cauldron, shaking off her umbrella walking through the door she paid no attention to the drunken fouls sitting around the bar. If any of the touched her it would be the last thing they would do. Hearing a few wolf whistles she glared at the all. “Idiots” she muttered to herself. !
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