Post by destry on May 23, 2011 0:47:31 GMT
emilia freya longbottom
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: emilia freya longbottom
nicknames: emi, lia -leah-, em, freya, longbottom
birthday: march fifth
age: seventeen
house: ravenclaw
blood status: pureblood
face claim: diana agron
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
music
sweets
herbology
her family
smiling
reading
learning
winning
being correct
animals
dislikes:
spiders
pain
her little siblings getting hurt
most bugs
thunder storms
rude people
slutty girls
jerks
loud noises
the heat
strengths:
herbology
faking her emotions
baking
weaknesses:
not very strong
deathly afraid of most bugs
a cute smile
veritaserum: she sometimes wishes she were an only child
she wonders what love is like quite a lot
dementor: being caught outside in a thunderstorm when she was younger, and the tree she was under almost getting hit by lightning
patronus: her father reading her a book on herbology when she was younger, thus making her become interested in it. form of a swan
sexuality & relationship status: hetero; single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: neville longbottom, 40, professor.
mother: hannah longbottom nee abbot, 40, landlady of the leaky cauldron
siblings:
---- longbottom, twenty-three, brother.
---- longbottom, twenty, sister.
---- longbottom, sixteen, brother,
---- longbottom, fifteen, sister.
others: n/a
overall history:
emilia was born the windy night of march fourth, third child to neville and hannah longbottom, with little tuffs of blonde hair and bright hazeol eyes, taking more after her mother than her father. during the first few months of her life, she was watched over carefully, her parents wanting to make sur she was nice and healthy, and she always was. emi always had a good immune system, she barely ever got sick, and when she did it was something major like the flu or chicken pox. ever since a young age, emi was a daddy's girl, she might have looked like her mother, but she definitely acted like her father at times. from the early age of four, if you could break something and live, she broke it. emi was a clumsy little girl from the start.
while she was four she broke her finger, falling off of a step and landing with it in an odd angle, when she was six, she sprained her ankle tripping over a rock, when she was eight she broke her wrist, ten quite a few knuckles, that was done by getting angered at the little boy next door and punching a wall, emilia longbottom was always quite a pain magnet, but she always had a smile. her parents watchful eye on her was taken away as her younger siblings were born and grew older. when emilia received her hogwarts letter, it was already obvious that she had magic, she was constantly making pretty flowers pop up when she was younger.
on september first she was shipped off to hogwarts with her older brother and sister, both of them keeping a watchful eye on her, but still giving her space, and even though emi was scared to death, the toughed it out and bit her toung, trying not to show her fear. when the hat was placed on her head, the mere seconds the hat had debated between gryffindor and ravenclaw were endless, but finally the hat had made it's decision, and emi had happily made her way to the ravenclaw table. she was quick to learn in all her classhes, slightly socially awkward due to reading quite a lot at the start but her second year ended that.
she was a smart student, her getting hurt streak was on a pause, until the summer before her sixth year, while on a family vacation, watching a very unsafe quidditch game in the country they went to, a stray bludger appeared suddenly and, with no time to react, hit emi straight in the neck. luckily her neck wasn't problem, but her vocal cords were damaged beyond repair, so they were sergically removed. her sixth year was one of suffering and silence, she had constant dull aches in her throat, and people always looked at her strangely, and now in her seventh year, emi has gotten her shine back and returned to smiling, and, now silent, giggling.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: destry
gender: female
age: fifteen
contact: pm
how you found us: the site 'Mortua Lunae'
other characters: none
experience: two years (:
role play sample:Vivienne usually didn't sneak out, because usually she didn't have to; usually she was leaving before curfew and coming back the following morning. But tonight was different, tonight she was sneaking out in the middle of the night to see a boy, a Gryffindor boy at that. Most often, she had thought she'd sneak out for a mission in the middle of the night, or sneak out to party, but no; she was going off to meet one Zane Lestrange, after curfew, in the Trophy Room, alone. After classes, she had went back to her room, the one she shared with six other fifth years, a bunny, two cats, and surprisingly, a rat, along with her very own kitten. She had stripped off her uniform and threw on a simple tank top, given to her by a friend from the New Order, and some muggle jeans, skinny jeans as they are called, also given to her from her NO friend. She kept her socks on, not wanting to feel the cold floor just yet, and after a long conversation VIA letters. an animagus spiderman, and an interesting spilling of her heart, she had gone to dinner, after changing back into her uniform skirt of course, and just covering the top with her cloak.
At dinner, she ate quickly, forcing herself not to glance at the Gryffindor table every three seconds, and ignored her older brother and his prude friends. She left dinner quickly, and getting back to her room, promptly changed again. She started on the Potions assignment she had, quickly finishing it, for she was most definitely her fathers daughter; Potions came easily. Hell, her mother had even been good at Potions, it came from both sides. She had dosed for a bit after that, then skipped off to take a quick shower, and let her hair air dry, and by the time eleven forty rolled around, she was slipping on her boots, made for sneaking like this, and glancing over her makeup; the same makeup she had worn all day that day. Her eyes were covered in a smokey blue-green mix, and lined with black mascara and eyeliner. Luckily, it had stayed great through out the day, and after slipping on the snake ring her mother had given her, which was a silver snake with diamonds all around, bloody rich family she had, and putting on her grandma Cissy's locket, one of the few presents from her father, she slipped on her short cloak, stuffing her still slightly damp hair down the back of it, and slipped her wand into her right boot.
She slinked from her room, then the Common Rooms all together, quietly slipping down the halls as she, in her hooded glory, approached the Trophy Room, she would have chosen a more private place, but this room really inspired her, she got to see the past of her home, her school. Even though she thought some of the people in the Malfoy line, her very own family, were scum, she loved seeing the pictures of her ancestors in there, however few there could be, the names of theres on some plaques. It made her feel special, that some people in her family received them, she, herself, hoped to have her picture, or something, placed in this very room by the time she graduated. Entering the room, now five minutes to midnight, she sat herself on the floor, against a pillar, slipping her cloak off of her shoulders, revealing her ashy blonde hair, straighter and longer than usual, rather wild due to the hood, and her bright gray-blue eyes, she placed the cloak in her lap, and taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and relaxed back, waiting.
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