Post by ariabella on Feb 11, 2012 6:01:01 GMT
ariabella isadora blackwood
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: ariabella isadora blackwood
nicknames: aria
birthday: january seventeenth
age: twenty-two
house/school: slytherin/hogwarts
alliance: death eater
blood status: pure
occupation: apothecary worker in Knockturn Alley
face claim: ashley benson
Ariabella is average in build, not super skinny, and definitely not fat. She has blonde hair that falls past her shoulders and is naturally wavy, though often she will straighten it. Her eyes are an intense gray-blue, and her skin is that like a light porcelain doll's. She likes dark make-up and black, but also tends to wears very little make-up with light pink lips.
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes:
+ Christopher Davies
+ Dark Arts
+ Death Eaters
+ Potions
+ Pure-bloods
+ Snakes
+ Storms [weather & magical]
+ Quidditch
+ The Unforgivable Curses
+ Darkness
+ Cold
+ Borgin & Burkes
+ Knockturn Alley
+ The Lestranges
+ Alcohol
dislikes:
- Christopher Davies [love/hate relationship]
- Know-It-Alls
- Former Gryffindors
- Goody-Goodies
- Muggles
- Mudbloods
- Rules
- People who mess up her name
- Rats
- Large Families [such as the Weasleys]
- Summer
- Bright light
- Orange juice
- Neon colors
strengths:
+ Dark Arts
+ Potions
+ Blackmail
+ Gossip
+ Spying
weaknesses:
- Christopher Davies
- Transfiguration
- Trust
- Moody
- Backstabbing
flaws:
x Vain, cares way too much about how she looks.
x Cruel, she can be quite the bully
x Suck-up, though she doesn't see it as a flaw, it helps her get what she wants
x Stuck-up, thinks she's better than everyone else
x Cynical, distrusting of others and pessimistic
x Moody, bottles things up to the point where she explodes
x Secretive, hides things from others
dementor: Letting her heart get the best of her, opening up and being stomped on.
patronus: Her years at Hogwarts, when she was at the top of the school, her history with Christopher Davies until their demise, Raven - destruction, despair, bearer of bad news | also | vision, power, healing.
sexuality & relationship status: Straight & Currently Single [looking to change that IF she can gain Chris back]
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Charles Jasper Blackwood, 40, death eater
mother: Isadora Lorelai Blackwood, 38, death eater
siblings: N/A
others: N/A
overall history:
Ariabella Isadora Blackwood was born on a bitterly cold night, January the 17th, to Isadora Lorelai and Charles Jasper Blackwood. She didn't scream. She didn't cry. Her parents worried something was wrong with her, but she was perfectly healthy, just...quiet. When she first opened her eyes they were a piercing bright blue. Gorgeous little eyes. As she grew older her eyes softened to a more gray-blue, but still intense color. Her hair was bright blonde and always a little wavy. Her parents were proud to have such a gorgeous baby in their life.
Ariabella grew up in a pure-blood magical house. She never attended a muggle school. Up until she recieved her Hogwarts letter at age 11, her parents homeschooled her. They taught her how to read and write, and told her what to expect when she finally attended a magical school. They showed her all the old newspapers they had saved with information from the really important magical history. That of the Dark Lord's rise and fall, and Harry Potter. They gave her their old school books to read, and her favorites were the potions books. Finally at age 11, Ariabella recieved the best birthday present she could ask for...her Hogwarts letter. Her first stop in Diagon Alley was to purchase a wand. The wand that chose her was 9 and a half inches, made of cherry wood, with a unicorn hair core. She got an owl because she didn't want to use the school owls, but she preferred snakes as pets and her parents promised they'd look after her gorgeous red cornsnake while she was away at school.
Finally she arrived at Hogwarts, was sorted into her house, and started living the life she'd always dreamed of. Her first few years were rather uneventful, she did her best to get high marks, she lived by the Slytherin ideals, made a few alliances, and many enemies. Her fifth year was when things got a lot more interesting...she hooked up with Christopher Davies at a party, and the two started a hidden 'friends with benefits' relationship. She spent that next summer hooking up with him, and sometimes simply spending time with him. Her sixth year was his seventh and the two dated for most of that year. It was rocky and definitely had its down points, but they made it through. She fell in love with him, but she never told him. She was too afraid of her feelings. At the end of the year, the two split up. They had a huge blowout, and Aria was left heartbroken. Chris left unattached to his Quidditch career and Aria finished her final year of Hogwarts...alone. She buried herself in her schoolwork, making it to the top of her class in many subjects, just to get Chris out of her head. She vowed to never again let someone into her heart as she had him. Now icier and darker than ever, Aria works in a small apothecary in Knockturn Alley, and volunteers at Borgin and Burkes on the weekends. Ariabella is also a member of the Death Eaters, as she has always dreamed to be. She looks forward to the rise of the darkness and the downfall of the 'good'.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Aria
gender: Female
age: Nineteen
contact: PM, or get 'Raycheeze' or Chris Davies or James Potter to contact me
how you found us: KK[Kim][Chris Davies]
other characters: None, YET
experience: 6 or so years
role play sample: [Sample is from Aria's 6th year.]“This isn’t firewhiskey.” An icy cold voice protested. “And you’re not seventeen.” The bartender replied. The blonde girl scowled. “This is butterbeer…and it’s sour. At least bring me something sweet. And don’t spit in it this time, or I’ll hex you into tomorrow.” The look on Ariabella Blackwood’s face meant business, and the bartender nodded, retreating. When he returned with her butterbeer she eyed him suspiciously before taking a small sip of it. It was fine, she tipped him a galleon. With a look of surprise on his face the bartender left her when she waved him away.
Ariabella Blackwood, one of the snottiest, cruelest Slytherins there was…and no one would ever guess she was actually waiting up for a Gryffindor. Slytherin and Gryffindor just didn’t mix, but Christopher Davies and Aria defeated that stereotype. They had met at a party at the beginning of last year, though hooked up would be a better word for it. No names were given, no houses shared, just pure chemistry…and a lot of alcohol between them. What happened the next morning came as a shock to both of them. When Aria, dressed in her normal Slytherin attire, sat at the Gryffindor table after spotting the attractive young man from the night before sitting there, clearly hung over, his head in his hands. Aria could still remember it as if it were only the day before.
There was Aria, lucky not to be tripping in her black heels with her hung over state, entering the Great Hall…and there was ‘mister tall dark and handsome’ from the night before, sitting at…the Gryffindor table. Aria mentally cursed herself, and made her way over to the table, sitting down in a huff and quipping “Nasty headache, huh?”
Chris had snapped right back at her, pointing to where the Slytherin table was, and Aria had waited for him to figure out who she was. When he finally did, he threw her a suave line that caused her to roll her eyes… “So was it as good for you as it was for me?” She claimed she didn’t know, and asked him what his name was.
Chris Davies…and he kept throwing her suave and sarcastic, suggestive lines. Like for example “People call me Chris Davies…but you can call me tonight.” His gorgeous eyes winking at her. They shook hands, she introduced herself coldly, and then he dragged her to the kitchens to find some food…
She kept up her cold Slytherin act, and he kept playing his suave act, all the way through until they reached the kitchens. Then a flirty side of Aria that hadn’t really been seen much came out. It shocked even her. Chris and Aria drank his secret hangover cure, and they kissed.
They were still drunk…off of each other. And a make-out session came of it…and more. Chris was Aria’s first, though there was no way she was going to let him know that.
Aria snapped out of her little dream and scanned the bar for Chris. A lot had happened since that first night. The two had started hooking up a ton, and becoming incredibly close. Then they fell apart, and there was a huge party at the end of the year, at which Aria had planned to give Chris his shirt back…that ended up being the least of her worries. For at that party, Chris’s two ‘best friends’ James and Dawn wound up spilling the beans that they were in a relationship and it was pretty serious. They had hidden it from Chris and it hurt him to no end. He ended up punching James in the face and Aria was there to witness it all, snapping at James and Dawn and grabbing a few bottles of firewhiskey as she ran off after Chris. She found him in the forest, sulking, and it was there that their friendship rekindled. He was all she really had, the only one who truly knew her, and she was the last thing left for him. They were perfectly matched.
Most of the summer was spent with Chris, something that Aria was for one surprised about, and for another, quite pleased. She enjoyed his company and had many a laugh with him. He knew the real her. He knew her better than anyone else.
Summer was quickly ending and Aria was excited and sad at the same time. She was looking forward to her sixth year, but she wasn’t looking forward to the people. She feared that with the new school year came a new term with Chris. Meaning that he was going to leave her for other more important friends. Trying to set her fears aside, however, Aria smiled when she heard Chris’s voice at the bar. She stood, taking her butterbeer with her.
She was beautiful, her knee-high black high heeled boots clicked lightly on the floor, her black almost too short skirt, swaying with her hips. On top, she wore an elegant pink blouse, that looked sweet and innocent from the front, but the back was criss-crossed with fabric twisted like rope, almost all the way down, enough to reveal the back of her hot pink bra.
She sauntered over to Chris and draped an arm around his shoulders, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Why hello there handsome.” She said with a small smirk of a smile. “Yes, you are late…as usual.”
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