Post by dominique on Jul 31, 2010 21:55:24 GMT
DOMINIQUE GABRIELLE WEASLEY
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
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AGE/DOB: Sixteen, 10th July
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Gryffindor
AFFILIATION: Order
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
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PLAYED BY: Taylor Momsen[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
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o charms
o care of magical creatures
o reading
o new books
o sunny days
o make up
o the library
o summer
o clothes
o dragons
o her family
o the stars
o night time
o flowers
o talking in French
o oranges
o the color blue
o swimming
o exploring around the grounds
o her cat
LOATHES:
o being part veela (sometimes)
o mean people
o finishing a book
o violence
o fighting
o dark arts
o potions
o herbology
o rainy days
o when her clothes rip
o being so clumsy
o blood
o death
o werewolves
o uncooked meat
o her sister getting more attention than her
o losing her temper when she needs to keep calm
BOGGART: A werewolf
DEMENTOR: Dominique’s worst memory was when she was with her mother and she was getting her wand. She got lost and a witch grabbed her and almost kidnapped her but her father found her in time.
PATRONUS: A swan; Her best memory was going to the train station and taking her sisters hand to get on the train for the first time.
VERITASERUM:
She has a tattoo her mother and father don’t know about
She is jealous of her sister
STRENGTHS:
o keeps her head in a stressful situation
o charms
o reading
o patient
WEAKNESSES:
o herbology
o potions
o her little brother
o easily annoyed at times
o her sister[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
BUY OUT NASA WHEN THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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FATHER: Bill Weasley, 45, Curse Breaker at Gringotts, Order, Gryffindor
SIBLINGS: Victoire Desiree Weasley, 17, Student, Order, Gryffindor
Louis ___ Weasley, 15, Student, Order, Ravenclaw
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Her cat Astrid, The Potters, The Weasley’s and the Prewett’s
WEALTH STATUS: Middle class heading into Upper Class
BIRTHPLACE: London
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Shell Cottage
OVERVIEW:Fleur Delacour was happily walking to her job in the morning with her husband, Bill. A picture perfect scene as they entered the Ministry of Magic. But today was not the day to be picture perfect. Fleur suddenly stopped and cried out in pain, dropping her things. Witches and Wizards around them helped out the half vela as they took her to St. Mungos immediately. Little Dominique was being born!
A hot day on July 10th, Fleur was in the nice cool hospital room as her baby was handed to her in a pink blanket. Dominique was given Fleur’s sister, Gabrielle her middle name. As a newborn, Dominique was a very quiet and calm baby. She never fussed except when she needed something like food or a diaper change. Other than that, she was a calm baby and very close with her family. As she grew bigger, her first birthday came up and she was astounded by how much family she actually had. A few months after her birthday, her brother Louise was born. Jealousy didn’t set in, surprisingly for this little girl. She had her big sister and that’s all that mattered The two sisters were very close, even though they were a year apart. As the years passed on, Dominique began to see just how big her family was. Of course, she loved having a big family. It meant she had more people to come back to and more people who loved her no matter what. When she was just five years old, her mother told the two sisters that her aunt and uncle had passed on. She didn’t know what that meant.
She loved her Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry. They always made her laugh and told her how beautiful she was. She looked at Victoire and her older sister said that it meant she wasn’t ever going to see them anymore. That night, Dominique sat in her room crying. She loved Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny and now they were gone. Her door opened and Louise walked in, his eyes just as red as hers. She picked him up and told him that everything was going to be okay. A few moments later, Victoire came in and Dominique broke down, clinging to her big sister tightly.
Soon enough, Dominique began to understand that the world was not as beautiful as she thought it was. Her sister had always been there for her, but she realized that she needed to be strong also for Louise. As the years passed, Dominique grew into a beautiful little girl. When she turned ten years old, she watched as her sister left her, going to her first year of Hogwarts.
Dominique was devastated. Her parents had to constantly tell her that Victoire wasn’t leaving forever. Just for a little while. But that didn’t reassure the little girl until she saw her sister come back. But the day that Victoire stepped off the train, Dominique was there to greet her with her little legs moving as fast as she could through the crowd of people to get to her sister. A year later, Dominique received her letter to Hogwarts. She ran around the house, knocking things over and tripping over her own two feet seeing as she couldn’t contain her excitement. She went with her mother and father to Diagon Alley, happily skipping around as she got all of her supplies for her first year.
Faster than she thought, she was at the train station with her older sister, boarding the train and waving good bye happily as she left for the magical school. When she got there, she was amazed at how beautiful it was. Of course, she was scared to be sorted, but as soon as the hat was placed on her head, she was sorted into Gryffindor where she ran happily, tripping of course, to her sister and sat with her, content with life as it was.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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AGE: 16
GENDER: female
EXPERIENCE: 4 years
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope. :3
RP SAMPLE:
It was like trying to push oneself through a wall, with Kalona and Isadora battling with wits and sexually charged energy. Neither of them would back down. Which, Isadora knew would be both of their ultimate downfall. To win a war, there must be a loser. And, hoping to Nyx, Isadora prayed that it was Kalona that came out a loser. But she felt the egotistical maniac that was boiling within the immortal in front of her and that alone completely deterred her from her main objective. Getting over that wall without being raped, marked or beaten. Simple enough. Right? Not. Isadora knew Kalona had powers that she didn’t even think were possible. But then again, vampyres are real. So I guess anything is possible. Interrupting her thoughts, Kalona’s voice drifted through her mindset.
“Isadora... Do not play innocent with me. You know what I wish, therefore, do not bother asking.”
Isadora was aware of one thing at the moment. She was playing with things she had no knowledge of. That was one trait she wished she didn’t have. She just didn’t know when to leave well enough alone. She couldn’t have just turned and walked away when she saw Kalona and tried another night. No, instead she had to be stubborn and egg him on, thus the reason she is trapped by an immortal that can easily do what he wants within a snap of his fingers. And that alone was enough to blast Isadora with a reality check. She needed to act fast or she knew that the result of this confrontation wouldn’t end on a positive note. Keeping her head held high, she gave an audible sigh and glared at him. “Fine. If you really want me to not leave the school, I’ll go out another night.” She growled, turning her back on him and began to walk away. But she had a pretty big feeling Kalona wouldn’t let her go so easily…
When his wings fluttered, Isadora felt very confident that she had him in the palm of her hand. But when she saw the unmistakable look of triumph in his bright eyes, she knew she had made a mistake somewhere along the way. She could literally see the wheels in his head turning and at that moment, her heart dropped. She had no plans. No Plan A, B, or C. She was pretty much screwed. But another blast of feelings hit her like a brick wall. His animal instincts were kicking in. The raven inside him could not control what it was feeling. Maybe Isadora could use that against him. She only had one more try at this. Locking eyes with his, a cocky green emerged and she knew what she needed to do. “I want to see the animal inside you, Kalona.” She said, hoping to strike him when he was most vulnerable. His animal instincts taking over. Because then, he would not be an immortal. At that point only then she would be able to find out.
The moment she fell from the wall, she knew her life was in danger. Her affinity was now being used against her in the worst way. Times like this she wished Nyx could take back her gifts. Her head was pulsing and she couldn’t even sense where she was because of it. Opening her eyes a little bit, with each pulse, she saw Kalona and his smile waver and then return to normal. Waver, then normal. It was making her physically sick. She wasn’t going to puke, but she was dizzy. And her god damn forehead and eyes hurt like a bitch. Closing her eyes, she prayed to her Goddess for something, anything to stop the pain that she was currently feeling. Even when she was dying, it didn’t hurt this bad. Her sense of direction was buggin out because next thing she knew, she was on the ground sideways and Kalona was up straight, kneeling next to her. She honestly didn’t know how much more of his emotions she could handle. She groaned and writhed on the grass beneath her, hot fresh tears staining her now marked cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, she saw anger in his. Before she could react, a fresh new wave of anger hit her hard. “Nyx! Make it stop! Please Goddess!” She cried out, the edges of her vision clouding with the black night sky. ‘Please just make it stop.’[/i] She thought to herself as she was picked up and pushed against the wall. She did realize though, that he put up a barrier for his emotions.
With her breathing now faster than ever, she could very clearly smell the immortals blood on his chest. So maybe she didn’t think out her whole plan. To be honest, she didn’t think that Kalona would capture her, which was why she scratched him. But now his blood was right in front of her and he was tempting her. He knew how sensitive reds were and he was clearly using that against her. She felt him gently wipe his blood across her lips and she left reality for that moment. Her vision became focused on blood and blood only. She moaned and licked her lips, tasting his blood. It was so sweet. Like drinking from a water fountain after you just ran around all day. It would always be there, but too much and it’ll ruin you. She felt his lips on her neck and shuddered. What would Nyx do if she were here? ‘You need to think, Isadora. Come on.’ She thought. But what if for once, she stopped trying to be strong? What if for once, she just gave in to the darkness and enjoyed life instead of being to straight forward and tight leashed all the time. She knew the answer to that the moment Kalona spoke.
“I would love to, Isadora.”
She felt ashamed. Her whole body felt weak and used. What was supposed to be a fun night turned out to be shame filled and disgusting. Isadora whimpered out of disgrace. How could she think, even for a second, giving herself up to Kalona’s side. What would her father think? What would her Goddess think? She was ashamed that she even let this thing persuade her into such thoughts. She was not given a second life for no reason. Obviously Isadora had a purpose if she was brought back to life. Taking a deep breath, her eyes changed to a soft blue color, making her new red tattoos around her eyes show brightly and beautifully. Moving towards his ear, her voice, shaky with fear and anger, she breathed “I may be a red vampyre. But know this,” she said, and like the burst of a dam, she freed her emotions. Maybe he could feel them like she could. “I have free will, and my will is not to give myself to the darkness.” and with that, she stood completely still, holding her ground like a true child of Nyx.[/SIZE]
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