Post by kara nicole black on Jan 18, 2012 4:00:28 GMT
rachelle niamh lestrange
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: rachelle [rah-shell] niamh [knee-meh] lestrange
nicknames: chelle, niamh, little one, lestrange.
birthday: april ninth
age: twenty-three
house: ravenclaw
alliance: neutral
blood status: pure
occupation: photographer for the daily prohpet
face claim: barbara palvin
school: hogwarts
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: reading, learning, winter, quidditch, winning, music, make up, organization, smoking, having fun, partying, dancing, photography, fashion, clothing, art, painting, sketching, potions, snow, crumpets.
dislikes: hangovers, losing, getting injured, ugly clothing, rubber ducks, stains, unorganized areas, summer, dirt, idiots, sluts, fighting, rain, failing, burnt food, black coffee.
strengths: photography, bull shiting her way out of things, motherly.
weaknesses: sarcastic, smoker, overly sensitive
veritaserum: she loves to cause others pain, but it scares her. she wants to have children.
dementor: her first fear is spiders; her worst memory is spending a night in the woods around her home when she was younger because she had panicked ans tripped on a tree root and sprained her ankle.
patronus: black swan; her best memory is making the ravenclaw quidditch team in her fourth year.
sexuality & relationship status: straight & single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: rabastan lestrange, old, death eater.
mother: romilda lestrange nee ashcroft,
siblings: nathaniel lestrange, twenty-five, death eater. ---- lestrange, twenty-five, death eater.
others: n/a
overall history:
rachelle niamh lestrange; born april ninth to a family of death eaters. born with thick, curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. from an early age she was raised and trimmed to be the perfect pureblood daughter. she was thuroughly educated in pureblood history and constantly had older ways pushed towards her, but being raised by a nanny also gave her other outlooks on life. from an early age, her nanny also taught her how to have fun and how to be herself and not as cruel as her father wanted to be. having a nanny was the topside to being both the youngest and only daughter in the family. she was of no real need for her father, so he didn't thrust evilness down her throat like he did her brothers. she wasn't very outdoorsy when she was young, she'd rather sit inside and be read a book instead of go outside and scrape up her little knees. her younger years were quite average; she grew up with her two older brothers, she was tutored in how to be a lady, she was taught to always look her best. her childhood home was quite large and a person could easily get lost in her closet. around the age of eight, she was allowed to start attending balls instead of staying home with her nanny. her first ball was a christmas ball; she wore a pretty emerald green and black dress, her cute little shiny tap shoes, and her now lighter brown curls down and around her shoulders. at this ball, she finally came to realize how grand her life really was and how much she loved to be in the spotlight.
she went to many balls after that, and her family even held a ball for her when she received her hogwarts letter. her favorite thing about getting her letter was being allowed to get her wand, she still remembered the day clearly, and she still remembered her wand; twelve inches, rosewood, veela hair core, springy. she loved her wand and appreciated it when the wand maker told her privately what the core meant. her ride on the train to hogwarts was quick lived; she sat with three other pureblooded children she had met before and snacked on bits of chocolate frog the whole way. upon reaching hogwarts, her wait to be sorted felt like it had taken forever, but once her name was called, she held her head high and practically bounced up to the stool, praying to not be sorted into gryffindor of hufflepuff because if she was, her father would be sure to disown her in a heart beat. the hat was placed on her head, and in less than fifteen seconds it bellowed out 'RAVENCLAW!'. after that, her destiny was set; she was to be one of the smartest witches in her family. her years at hogwarts were average; she was a smart little witch, she stayed out of trouble, she dressed quite well when they were allowed on hogsmeade trips. she made the ravenclaw quidditch team in her fourth year; playing the role of a beater. quidditch having always been a secret passion of hers. in her fifth year, she began to go to parties, at said parties, she was introduced into the muggles 'cigarette' at the point, she began to smoke, not everyday, but about once every week or two. she partied all through the rest of her years, but not enough to where she was so distracted by them she was failing her classes.
she graduated hogwarts near top of her year and went on to sit around for about a year; she didn't know exactly what she wanted to do. she didn't enjoy teenagers enough to try to become a teacher at hogwarts, she didn't want to spend the rest of her life telling people to shut their mouths if she became a librarian at hogwarts, the old one was to step down rather soon, she didn't want to be an auror and put her life on the line, she didn't want to heal, she didn't want to do any of the usual bit. she had thought mildly of playing professional quidditch, but her mother was beyond mad when chelle brought it up; no child of hers would be running around playing quidditch and breaking bones constantly. finally, after months of thinking and searching, she came upon a job she rather liked; the daily prophet had just fired it's photographer, and was looking for another one. she had dabbled in photography for many years, ever since an older pureblood gentleman gave her a camera for her birthday years ago. she applied for the job and soon was accepted into it, and has been working their ever since. now, she is a twenty-three year old young lady, living in a flat her parents are so rightfully paying for, and she's scared of what will come, hearing of how her elder brother wants things to happen.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: kara
gender: female
age: sixteen
contact: pm or skype; destrylikewoe
how you found us: from an add on 'SET FIRE TO THE RAIN'
other characters: none
experience: three years
role play sample:ursula greyback had always been the strange one, and even at her age she was still rather crazy. she probably would never grow up fully. she was denied the childhood she rightfully should've received, but forcibly forfeited due to lycanthropy and her muggle mother. she was always pushed around and hated as a child; she was different and muggle children didn't like different. they were like the pureblood snobs who had followed voldemort. those children had followed their blonde haired little girl leader and hated her like the other little girl had. her family was contacted by a wizard soon after her sixth birthday, and ursula was carted away, her mother happy. those hateful little children were soon forgotten; they wouldn't own up to what she would go through soon after.
she was sent to live with a family with the same problem as her, she couldn't remember their names anymore, it was a distant, painful, memory. all she knew was that she didn't belong there either. she lived with them for years, and around her tenth birthday, the family ditched her. she then started living with a regular wizarding family with a son who was bit by a person by her and changed. they were more welcoming. her hogwarts years were ordinary at best, even being half werewolf, the moon made her lose control and change. her life was finally turned for the better when she was sixteen; an older male named storm greyback contacted her. his name surprised her; his last name was her last name. the one her mother wrote on her birth certificate but never had herself.
then, she found the true inheritance of her life. she was dirt; the daughter of scum, but she was still grand and wonderful in her own way. storm and herself grew close. she found out she was the first born female of fenrir greyback and her the first born male, at that point in time, neither meant much to her, but as she received her teaching job at hogwarts at the age of twenty-two and started to slowly meet her other siblings, she actually found her way to loving most, if not all, of her half siblings. she always thought over how her life would have been if she had never met storm, or if her mother had decided to keep her, or if she weren't deserted by her second family. none of it mattered any more, though. she had her own family now, tons of half-siblings.
through her mind wandering, ursula hadn't realised her feet had dragged her to the black lake; the heels on her shoes already charmed not to stab the grass. staring out over the lake, she didn't feel even a shiver as the icy winds picked up a bit. the winter season was approaching quickly, but she didn't care; she'd still wander around in skirts and short-sleeve blouses like she was dressed in at the moment. the cold never bothered her; it was the inner wolf that kept her body warmed like it was. she, unlike some others, had made peace with her inner wolf, instead of hating it her whole life like others. she found it easier than hating the entire being that made her original. sighing softly, ursula kicked a rock and watched as it skidded across the ground and into the shallow waters of the lake's bank, watching the water ripple around it. oh, how she loved nature.
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