Post by deathlemonbite on Mar 4, 2008 9:58:59 GMT -5
Name:Aphra Death
Age:17
Year:7th
House:Slytherin
Parents:Cee-cee (Mother-dead), Chris (Dad-no where to be found)
Siblings(if any):None
Race:Pure-Blood, Vampire/Witch
Hair Color:Black hair
Eye Color:Ice blue
Height:5'7
Picture:(optional) upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/c/christina_ricci/thumbnails/tn2_christina_ricci_3.jpg
Looks(Min. of 1 paragraph):Aphra is of medium height and rather slim. Due to the vampire blood in her, she is more on the pale side. There is one thing that makes her completely unique, her tattoo. Aphra has a tattoo of a silver snake around her wrist, spiraling down unto her middle finger. But once and a while she might surprise with the presence of a real snake sitting about her wrist.
Personality(Min. of 1 paragraph):Being as distant as she was from all things nice, her heart is surrounded by an unbreakable block of ice. She is the type to do what she believes is right and does whatever task given to her to the fullest. Nothing will stop Aphra from making a bad impression on everyone, people will know her name. In simple terms Aphra is the unforgettable pregnant dog.
Strengths(List 5 or more):Hunting, loyal, mentally strong, picking up on new things, dark arts, and a quick tongue.
Weakness(List 5 or more): Her snake, Life, Heat, Happiness, and feelings.
Quirks:A huge passion for death and snakes. Hold grudges long and will rarely tell you how she feels.
History(Min. of 3 paragraphs): Aphra has a dark past that many don’t believe or want to believe. About three years ago she did the most daring thing of her life, she took her mother’s life, the woman that gave her life to her. To take someone’s life was the ultimate crime, but Aphra had enjoyed even minute of torturing her mother into a painful darkness, until she no longer existed. Soon time had separated Aphra from the moment, but not mentally. She had gotten some sick kick of out watching her own mother squirm for life...for breath.
Now some luck must have been running through her veins because she was never accused of the murder. The people who worked in the Ministry had taken to the sad little girl that Aphra pretended to be, it was almost an Oscar winning performance. The only one who wasn’t convinced was her father.
While growing up Aphra had been daddy’s little girl, she would never do anything to disappoint him. But her mother was just too much, ruining everything for her, she couldn’t take that someone other than herself had the right to control everything she did. Night after night Aphra and her mother would fight, never ending. Aphra knew the only way to end this was death, the great pleasurable death that consumed her mother that night silenced the whole house.
Aphra’s dad just had some sort of hunch and couldn’t take that his only child, his little girl, was a murderer. Soon after this, her father left, leaving her to fend for herself the only way she knew how. To feel purpose, to feel alive, Aphra took on the one job that would please that darkness that ran in her blood, a Death Eater.
RP Sample(Must be 3 or more paragraphs and of your character): This is from another site but it is the same character. The only difference is that in this Role-play Aphra is not a Vampire.
Aphra marched up her drive way, her black robe bellowing behind in her. The sky was dark, almost black, as if no light existed in this moment. The strong winds making her hair twirl in angry fits, knotting it here and there. Aphra didn't care, her main goal was to get inside her house and let everything out. All the emotions she had been feeling lately, wanting to explode, to set them free. The Anger consumed her like a shark would a tiny, pitiful, fish. That’s how she felt pathetic, worthless.
Aphra hadn't had any way to release her angry in quite some time, no assignments, no missions, and certainly not any death orders given to her. All the anger collected inside her was urging to get out and the worse thing was she couldn't pin point the problem that had caused her so much anger. Was it just guilt for being responsible for killing her mother, No, the pregnant dog deserved everything she got, the clod hard death that took over her, I feel no remorse for anyone, her mind spoke to her. If that wasn't it there wasn't much else it could be, besides for one thing or person. Stan. Aphra had seen him not that long ago, making her more confused then ever. He was just so f**king annoying sometimes, she wished it easier to hate him, but it never came. It was harder and harder for her to ignore him, there was something about him that drove her crazy. Aphra hated feeling this way, the only person she ever cared for was herself and her father, but no that he was gone it was only her left. What good could possible come out of caring for others, Nothing. She thought.
Upon reaching her door, she got out her wand, giving it a fierce way, unlocking her door. She pushed pass the door with such force that the top hinge broke when it made contact with the inside wall. Aphra in such a rage, didn't even bother to close the door behind her, who would actually be stupid enough to come in her house, one, she was a known death eater to many people, two, why would anyone walk into a house with her in such a rage. Aphra smashed a few vases as she passed them, as each one broke into tiny pieces, her anger just spiraled more into a storm.
Slamming things, breaking them, crushing anything that came in her way, she made her way to the living room. Laughing hysterically she pointed her wand at her chandelier, it wasn't an ordinary one either, instead of clear crystals it was made of black. She muttered a spell, sending the chandelier into the floor, glass specks went everywhere. Some leaving slash marks on her cheeks and one by her right eyebrow, leaving a missed line of hair. Blood droplets hit the white carpet, she knew her face must have been bleeding, but didn't care. She kept walking around, destroying priceless items in her house. There was no way Aphra was in the right set of mind. She let out screams and yells each time she broke something. She was so consumed by her anger she wasn't aware of anything, that someone had just walked in her house, she had an unwelcome guest.
Secret Word: Hedwig
Age:17
Year:7th
House:Slytherin
Parents:Cee-cee (Mother-dead), Chris (Dad-no where to be found)
Siblings(if any):None
Race:Pure-Blood, Vampire/Witch
Hair Color:Black hair
Eye Color:Ice blue
Height:5'7
Picture:(optional) upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/c/christina_ricci/thumbnails/tn2_christina_ricci_3.jpg
Looks(Min. of 1 paragraph):Aphra is of medium height and rather slim. Due to the vampire blood in her, she is more on the pale side. There is one thing that makes her completely unique, her tattoo. Aphra has a tattoo of a silver snake around her wrist, spiraling down unto her middle finger. But once and a while she might surprise with the presence of a real snake sitting about her wrist.
Personality(Min. of 1 paragraph):Being as distant as she was from all things nice, her heart is surrounded by an unbreakable block of ice. She is the type to do what she believes is right and does whatever task given to her to the fullest. Nothing will stop Aphra from making a bad impression on everyone, people will know her name. In simple terms Aphra is the unforgettable pregnant dog.
Strengths(List 5 or more):Hunting, loyal, mentally strong, picking up on new things, dark arts, and a quick tongue.
Weakness(List 5 or more): Her snake, Life, Heat, Happiness, and feelings.
Quirks:A huge passion for death and snakes. Hold grudges long and will rarely tell you how she feels.
History(Min. of 3 paragraphs): Aphra has a dark past that many don’t believe or want to believe. About three years ago she did the most daring thing of her life, she took her mother’s life, the woman that gave her life to her. To take someone’s life was the ultimate crime, but Aphra had enjoyed even minute of torturing her mother into a painful darkness, until she no longer existed. Soon time had separated Aphra from the moment, but not mentally. She had gotten some sick kick of out watching her own mother squirm for life...for breath.
Now some luck must have been running through her veins because she was never accused of the murder. The people who worked in the Ministry had taken to the sad little girl that Aphra pretended to be, it was almost an Oscar winning performance. The only one who wasn’t convinced was her father.
While growing up Aphra had been daddy’s little girl, she would never do anything to disappoint him. But her mother was just too much, ruining everything for her, she couldn’t take that someone other than herself had the right to control everything she did. Night after night Aphra and her mother would fight, never ending. Aphra knew the only way to end this was death, the great pleasurable death that consumed her mother that night silenced the whole house.
Aphra’s dad just had some sort of hunch and couldn’t take that his only child, his little girl, was a murderer. Soon after this, her father left, leaving her to fend for herself the only way she knew how. To feel purpose, to feel alive, Aphra took on the one job that would please that darkness that ran in her blood, a Death Eater.
RP Sample(Must be 3 or more paragraphs and of your character): This is from another site but it is the same character. The only difference is that in this Role-play Aphra is not a Vampire.
Aphra marched up her drive way, her black robe bellowing behind in her. The sky was dark, almost black, as if no light existed in this moment. The strong winds making her hair twirl in angry fits, knotting it here and there. Aphra didn't care, her main goal was to get inside her house and let everything out. All the emotions she had been feeling lately, wanting to explode, to set them free. The Anger consumed her like a shark would a tiny, pitiful, fish. That’s how she felt pathetic, worthless.
Aphra hadn't had any way to release her angry in quite some time, no assignments, no missions, and certainly not any death orders given to her. All the anger collected inside her was urging to get out and the worse thing was she couldn't pin point the problem that had caused her so much anger. Was it just guilt for being responsible for killing her mother, No, the pregnant dog deserved everything she got, the clod hard death that took over her, I feel no remorse for anyone, her mind spoke to her. If that wasn't it there wasn't much else it could be, besides for one thing or person. Stan. Aphra had seen him not that long ago, making her more confused then ever. He was just so f**king annoying sometimes, she wished it easier to hate him, but it never came. It was harder and harder for her to ignore him, there was something about him that drove her crazy. Aphra hated feeling this way, the only person she ever cared for was herself and her father, but no that he was gone it was only her left. What good could possible come out of caring for others, Nothing. She thought.
Upon reaching her door, she got out her wand, giving it a fierce way, unlocking her door. She pushed pass the door with such force that the top hinge broke when it made contact with the inside wall. Aphra in such a rage, didn't even bother to close the door behind her, who would actually be stupid enough to come in her house, one, she was a known death eater to many people, two, why would anyone walk into a house with her in such a rage. Aphra smashed a few vases as she passed them, as each one broke into tiny pieces, her anger just spiraled more into a storm.
Slamming things, breaking them, crushing anything that came in her way, she made her way to the living room. Laughing hysterically she pointed her wand at her chandelier, it wasn't an ordinary one either, instead of clear crystals it was made of black. She muttered a spell, sending the chandelier into the floor, glass specks went everywhere. Some leaving slash marks on her cheeks and one by her right eyebrow, leaving a missed line of hair. Blood droplets hit the white carpet, she knew her face must have been bleeding, but didn't care. She kept walking around, destroying priceless items in her house. There was no way Aphra was in the right set of mind. She let out screams and yells each time she broke something. She was so consumed by her anger she wasn't aware of anything, that someone had just walked in her house, she had an unwelcome guest.
Secret Word: Hedwig