Post by lilouavery on May 24, 2011 2:28:37 GMT
lilou eden avery
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: lilou eden avery.
nicknames: lou.
birthday: march fourteenth.
age: sixteen.
house: hufflepuff.
blood status: pure.
face claim: astrid berges-frisbey.
school: hogwarts.
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:"I like being happy and making other people happy in return and I like standing up for myself. I like peace and I like working hard. I love reading and I love dressing nice and I adore night walks. It's something about the night and how it's so cool and refreshing and still. I love flying and the feeling of freedom. I like all different kinds of people and I like to be on goods terms with those people. I like having a drink here and there, a nice cigarette every once in a while, and I like adventures. I like being different than my family. I like boys and I like snogging boys and just the general boy nature. I secretly really like the assholes a lot...I'm far from a bitch but there's something about a guy who just pisses me off that I like a lot for some odd reason. I like daydreaming, muggle movies, gambling, sleeping, and I like people that can make me laugh."
dislikes:"I don't like the side of my family that rejects me and that being said I don't like when people judge others on blood purity and money and all that bullshit. I don't like when people judge me because of my last name and house. I don't crying, my crying face is hideous. I don't like people thinking that I'm weak and so I tell pretty much no one about my little problem. I don't like that ugly and morbid side of my brother. I don't like olives and I don't like coconut. I don't like potions or herbology. I really hate when people are pessimistic and I don't like violence very much as I'm very weak. I don't like when someone won't admit when they're wrong. I really don't like being cooped up in one place for too long I don't like when those around me think that because I dress nice, I don't like to get dirty every now and then."
strengths:compassionate: "Yes, I'm a very compassionate. I care a lot about others and about their well being. I would rather care about someone else before care about myself. Although my parents don't really accept me anymore and my relationship with my brother has to be in secret, I still care about them a lot. I know that my dad and my brother aren't into good things in their life and that worries me a lot. I just really don't like seeing people hurt or sad. If I can help, I like to."
patient: "I'm also very patient with others because I know that everyone is different. If you would look at my name and my house, you could automatically judge me (which I'm sure many do). And I know that that sucks. So I give people a chance to prove themselves and I'm patient during that time. Also, if someone is particularly annoying or rude, I'm usually very patient with them as well. Everyone was taught different mannerisms and they all have different stories, I get that. Now, if they go as far to insult me, I will say something. Not anything harsh or spiteful but my opinion at least."
forgiving: "When it comes to people hurting me or doing something wrong, I can easily forgive them. But I need to make this very clear. Because I'm not about to let someone hurt me and pretend it never happened...I will forgive someone as long as we talk it out. I don't do any of that squashing bullshit. Nothing gets solved and the problem is probably going to happen again."
intuitive: "And lastly, I can kind of feel people's moods I guess. It's nothing like a sixth sense or anything like that. It's just that I can tell really clearly when someone is getting annoyed or angry or sad. I think that's why I want to help people so much. And like, when something bad is going to happen, I can just feel it. Something feels off and I just know that something is wrong."
weaknesses:physically weak: "Aaaah yes. I am weakened because of my illness. I get tired easier and I feel dizzy and all that. But I'm working on that soon...I think. But even when I was healthy I was still weak. I am very thin and I've never had much muscle going for me so there's that. And also the fact that I would choose other people's needs over my own seems weak to some (primarily my family)."
lying: "I'm a shitty ass liar. Honestly. I start blushing and stumbling and I can never think of the right thing to say. People know to come to me when they need the honest truth (although I usually try to sugar coat the bad parts as much as possible). This used to get really bad when I was around my brother all the time. He would ask if I was okay and I would have to say no cause he could usually see right through me. People can pretty much read me like a book. All of my emotions are right on the surface because I'm not good at hiding them at all. However, I'm getting much better with convincing people that I'm not tired or anything. And when they ask I can almost say that I'm just stressed with a straight face. It's progress, believe me."
denying someone: "I have a really difficult time with saying no to someone. Like, okay. I can stand up for myself a little. If you say something that I don't agree, I can usually politely say that I don't agree with it. But if you ask me for help or a quill or a favor, I'm more often going to say yes than no. I might not want to but I just get this really huge guilty conscience about things and I fold and I say yes. Now, I know, this isn't good for me. But I can't help it. People are just so happy when they hear the word yes and I want to make everyone happy and okay, that's impossible. But I can at least try, right?"
aloof: "I say this is a weakness because it isn't a trait I'm very proud of. I've been told that I can sometimes seem really distant. Like I'll be involved in class and the world around me and then I'll just be staring and...outside of things. I know when this happens, but I can't stop it. I daydream a lot. I can get lost in my own thoughts, even when I'm with a bunch of people, and I know those are the times that I seem more withdrawn. I have no problem making friends or being with friends and having a good time but it's like one minute I'm there and the next I'm just in my own little world. My friends used to get really annoyed by it but now they just let it happen. There are many times when they'll have to fill me in on the conversation and they used to hate that, now they're used to summarizing."
veritaserum:"Secrets? Ugh. Alrighy then. This one time, I ran away from hogwarts and I was planning on heading out to the states. I was fourteen and it was because I had just found out that I was betrothed to this git. It's not that I can't learn to like him but that I know that I don't have a chance with love now. It's him...forever. Anyway, I wrote Scorpius and told him I was leaving and he was the only one that knew. However, my brother found me at the train station with a ticket so that I could go to the nearest 'airport' (you have no idea how long it took me to figure out how muggles got across the ocean). He just came over, shrugged, and we walked back to hogwarts in silence. It wasn't very hard to sneak out. Students do it all the time and after I hit Hogsmeade, I was home-free. Hogwarts is so big that it takes a long time for anyone to notice you're really gone. I think him seeing how bad I wanted to be free from the ties of being an Avery in Hufflepuff put him on some level that he was never on before. I think for that trip back to school, he felt ashamed. And second secret is that I really like gambling. Well the bigger secret is that I've lost a ton of money gambling. I like the rush it gives you and I like the feeling that one second I can have something and the next it can just be gone...or doubled. But this one time I mean, I really lost a lot. And I'm still paying that back."
dementor:"My worst memory was after I was sorted into Hufflepuff. It wasn't because I was sorted into Hufflepuff but because when I was sitting on the stool I looked over to my brother and he...he just looked so...stony. I was hoping for some sign that he was sad or something but he just looked emotionless. And then I had to tell me parents and I wrote them a long letter about how angry I was and how sorry I was and they didn't write back. I guess what I fear most is losing them all completely. I still love them and I want them to accept me but at the same time I want to be free and I want them to just be happy with what I want."
patronus:dear scorpius,considering the rate that news travels in hogwarts (which is nearing the speed of light these days), you most likely have already heard of my dramatic exit from breakfast this morning. I know rumors run rampant and that doesn't sound like me, but this 'rumor' is true. and depending on when I send you this letter, whether it to be when I'm just finished writing it or after I'm already on the train, you most likely have already heard that I am missing from hogwarts (or that I am not in my bed, not in my class, not on the grounds, not hiding out in the towers, etc...). this is also true. but I'm writing you to tell you not to worry about me. I haven't told anyone this but I'm heading to the states. I've brought all the galleons I have left and my muggle studies book and I'm hoping that can get me an 'airplane ticket' (you know, that big bird shaped thing they use instead of brooms?). the ministry will track me if I use magic so my wand is in my bed, I won't be needing it. no one knows why I left and I don't feel the need to divulge such bleak information in such a positive letter (it may sound quite bad but this running away thing is actually a turn for the best I've decided) so you'd be better off asking my dear brother next time you see him (and don't blame any of this on him, he's innocent as I have told you a thousand times over) or writing your mum/aunt as I'm sure they're both giddy with excitement.
- with love, lou.
p.s. as much love can fit in all of the sky."My best memory was when my brother came and picked me up from the train station when I tried to run away. I think it's because it showed me that he really cared still. Before that we would share notes and that was that. But after that little escape, we started meeting in private. It was that memory, that one moment, that was the cause of how we are now with each other. We still aren't very good, we meet grudgingly (grudgingly all on his part), but at least we're meeting right? The fact that I think he was ashamed made me feel like there might still be hope that we can be closer outside of Hogwarts. And my patronus is a swan."
sexuality & relationship status:"I am very into guys and I am currently single. I don't date just anyone either. I mean, I'm not picky, but butterflies are a big deal to me. When I get the butterflies for someone, and I get all nervous and everything, that's when I know I want to date a guy. But if you're talking about crushes and the like, well, I'm never going to pass up snogging one of my crushes, even if I'm not dating them. as of late, I seem to be betrothed to one reid jameson arseface. classy, yeah? I say 'seem to be' because I'm going to find a way out of it if it's the last thing I do."
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: apollo avery, 42, death eater
mother: daphne greengrass, 39, secreaty in the ministry of magic
siblings: -----, 17, slytherin
others: scorpius malfoy, 16, slytherin - cousin
overall history:"I was born on March 14th and it was delightfully warm I hear. Of course I wasn't there to enjoy it, goodness, I was popping out of a...well...you know. Anyway, it was nice and the snow as melting and my parents were there and my brother was there and it all seemed really perfect, ya know? I was this little bundle of joy being born into a family that really didn't have many problems. And then there was me. I was the problem. No family can ever go on without some huge chip on its shoulder. So I was born and it was great for a while. For about five years I was simply seen as 'daddy's little girl'. We have a lot of money, a gorgeous house, and a clean bloodline. Between my mother and my father we always had someone's kids to play with and we never really got too bored. And we had each other, which was so much better than being an only child. He was always the tough one, the leader, and I was eager to follow. But you could always tell that there was something wrong me, I guess. I was pale and not just the classic Avery pale. I was sickly pale and very thin and just weak. I was tired a lot and we'd be playing outside and I'd get dizzy all the time. So I went to get it checked out and they said I had 'congenital spherocytic anemia'. It's something about the surface area of my blood cells and it's genetic so I'll have my father to thank for it. And I went in again and they thought they had it cured, right?"
"So life went on. In those next five or six years, I recall still being weaker than my brother at all times. Of course, he is a guy and that is to be expected. But I was always getting hurt more often and I got tired easier and I wasn't as...strong willed as he was. He was the one who would hurt the bullies for me or kill the spiders or anything like that. He was my big brother and I was the little dainty sister who everyone had to watch out for. I didn't see that when I was younger but I understand why now. My mother would coddle me, claiming I was fragile and a lady, and my father would act sort of disdainful toward me over those next few years. I was still his little girl, don't get me wrong. He would buy me everything I wanted and he loved spending time with me but I think he knew that I wasn't 'cut-out' for the Avery name. Averys in the past were powerful and sort of eviler people and I was never that. I was weaker, not only because of my illness, but because I just was that way. And I was a lot nicer as well. My brother did a lot of looking out for me but he also did a lot of things that I don't think boys of that age should have been doing. He was a little messed up and my parents were okay with it because that was how our family should be. He was normal to them and I was the one who was messed up. Although I was a tad sickly, I was happy all the time and always smiling. I was nice to everyone and I loved to make people smile. I think my father saw from day one that I was never going to be what my brother was and I could feel that he didn't approve of me."
"And one day, when I was eight, I was hanging around with my brother. We were playing in the woods, something my mother hated but my brother loved so we did it all the time. And I remember I was wearing this white frilly dress and a pink raincoat over top, the frill sticking out of the bottom. I had matching rainboots on and I remember this because it was my favorite outfit. So my brother and I were sloshing through the woods and I was trying my best to keep up. He would turn around and check up on me every few steps and I was getting annoyed. I don't like seeming weak to people, I always try to push through it. And we came across a baby bunny by this little stream. My brother, as morbid as he is, picked it up and showed it to me. I remember thinking it was the cutest thing I've ever seen. It was brown and had this ears with little flecks of white and it was so soft. And just as I had reached to put it, he took it out of my reach and told me it had to be rabid if it was alone and in the woods. So he said he should kill it so it didn't hurt anyone. And let me tell you, this bunny was fine. It was healthy and adorable. So he took it and tossed it into the stream and just as it was falling through the air, it stopped. I was focusing on it so hard and it was just suspended in mid-air, safe from hitting the water and rocks beneath it. That was the first time I exhibited magical abilities."
"So then a little while after my brother went to Hogwarts. We were never apart for that long and he didn't like the thought of not being able to watch out for as he did before. So before he left, he pulled me aside, and made me swear that I was going to make myself suitable to be in Slytherin as he was positive that was where he was headed. I promised and we hugged and my mother and I cried and he left. A few days after I received a letter from him saying, Lou, I've been sorted into Slytherin. I'm not writing you to share the news, I'm writing to check that you are getting healthier and that you are also remembering what I told you. If you want to get into Slytherin with me you have to really want it Lou. And you better want it. You know what happens when children of our type of family gets sorted into a lesser house. He was eleven and that was the way he was thinking and talking. He was always very smart and our parents raised us to be a little pureblood gentleman and lady. But after that, I tried. I was really trying to be what my father wanted me to be, my mother didn't care too much as I was at least healthier, but my father was a tad happier that I was at least trying. I took advice from my brother on how to act more Slytherin-like and I started to be meaner to my friends and those around me and I had almost convinced myself that I was getting to be a stronger individual. By the time I went to Hogwarts, I was sure I was going to be in Slytherin. I was a bitch to those I sat with, to those who stood by me in line, and everyone who my brother didn't deem respectable. And I sat on that chair, all nervous and biting my lip, and the hat said one thing to me: You might be able to fool the other students and maybe the professors, but you can't full me. And then it yelled 'HUFFLEPUFF' and my heart dropped. I moped toward the table and I cried the entire rest of the night."
"But then I saw the truth behind being sorted into Hufflepuff. The hat saw that I didn't crave power or that I wasn't evil or bitchy or anything like that. It saw that I was a nice and caring human-being. It saw that I worked hard and that I was an adventurous individual. I was free to be me and make as many friends with as many backgrounds as I wanted. After my father found out, he pretty much disowned me. We don't speak anymore and he only acts like my father when need be. My mother loves me still but it's a strain. She is torn between my father and me and I think he's winning. She still sends me clothes and things because I'm an Avery and if I'm not going to be in Slytherin I can at least have money. What was worse was that at thirteen, my disease kicked in again and I haven't told my parents. They wouldn't exactly care and it's not that much of a burden. I get tired and pale and dizzy, so what? My brother and I talk still but it's weird. He keeps a close eye on me still as he saw this coming but he isn't open about our relationship. We send notes a lot and meet up privately but that's because of the hell he gets for having a sister in Hufflepuff. And all of that seems really horrible, but it's okay. I'm fine. I have plenty of friends that I can count on and I've have boyfriends. I love flying and animals and although I'm weak, I've learned to stand up for myself. I'm not mean about it, but I voice my opinion now. I'm working really hard to become a healer for the ministry and I have to say that I love my life. I'm still sick, yes. But I'll learn how to fix that without my parents. And I know it's wrong how they treat me but it's okay. I understand why. I don't really hold grudges so if they wanted everything to be okay again, I would love that. I just don't see it happening."
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: what do you liked to be called? caitlin
gender: female
age: 19
contact: pm
how you found us: beautiful lies
other characters: none
experience: around eight years
role play sample:There was something wrong, Lucy could tell. She was in the hotel room, primping herself and practicing, ready to count the cards on the poker table. She hadn't heard from Jack, her boyfriend, in a while but she assumed he was hitting the slot machines early. They were both kind of getting sick of one another anyhow as he spent most of the day hungover and she was still recovering from the fight they had the night before. She checked herself in the mirror once more, happy with the little black dress she bought for this trip, and then exited her room. It was a short walk to to the base of the casino where she was going to use her smarts for something other than passing a test for once. When she made it to the casino area, she was overcome with the sounds. There was the slot machines dinging, people talking and yelling in either anger or happiness, and music blaring over the speakers. It was something she had heard all weekend but still never would get used to. Lucy collected herself in spite of being overwhelmed and walked through the aisles of slot machines, getting anxious as there was no sight of Jack anywhere. She then checked the many tables, the gift shop, even the dance floor and he was just gone. Lucy wanted to start but she knew she couldn't start without him. She needed him to keep watch in case anyone was getting suspicious. And so, with all the courage she could muster up, she walked over to the help desk.
"Hi, I'm looking for a man named Jack Williams..." She declared in a meek voice. She never was good with talking to people and especially not when things felt so off like they did tonight. The woman smiled and then turned to her telephone, dialed, and asked if they could find him. She hung up the phone, shrugged, and shook her head at Lucy. Great. Lucy thought. She thinks I'm just some pitiful girl that was left at the casino as her boyfriend screws some hooker at a stripclub. Lucy was always thinking the worst when she was stressed. She turned away from the desk with a polite thank-you and then returned to her room, unsure of what else to do. She collapsed on the bed and kicked of her heels, her hand lazily turning on the tv when she saw it. The mugshot of her Ivy League boyfriend staring back at her. It was only on for a minute and Lucy had to convince herself it was him as she strained to listen to the story. The newscaster was saying something about a drunk-driving accident and a man being in custody. Lucy didn't feel bad for him, he was an asshole the night before. He deserved to be in jail if he was going to act like that. But then her heart sank. They went on to report that he was regrettably killed in the holding cell after he and a group of men got into a fight.
Tears stung her eyes and anger pricked through her. She was so mad at him for being such a hot tempered asshole but at the same time, she had just felt like her world had ended. Her boyfriend was gone and she didn't get to say goodbye. Lucy sat, frozen, as she tried to take in the meaning of what she had just heard. There were so many emotions swimming through her that she had to burst and after playing zombie for about five minutes, she suddenly jumped to life. Lucy grabbed wiped the tears from her eyes and walked into the bathroom, weirdly calm on the outside as her insides were imploding. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at the mess of mascara that streaked her cheeks and just like that, her fists flew at the glass. It didn't break like she had expected, like she had seen it in all the movies. But she wasn't finished. She pounded on the mirror, over and over, until the glass shattered and her fists were spotted with blood. Her body spun toward the shower curtain and she ripped it off the hooks, throwing it in the bathtub in anger.
Lucy then returned into the room, opened her suitcase, and tore through it. She blindly took her clothes, throwing them all over room. She grabbed her make up bag, emptied on her bed, and then did the same, the sound of the little plastic compacts and pots shattering on the walls, leaving brightly colored smears. Lucy then went on to destroy the curtains, tv, dresser, minibar, anything she could get her hands on. She wanted the outside to match the inside. She wanted her room to feel just as broken and destroyed as she had felt. Lucy then collapsed onto the floor, her back against the wall, staring at the mess she had made. Although the room looked as if it was hit by a tornado, it still didn't do her emotions justice.
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