Post by Olivia Stella Lestrange on Apr 7, 2010 19:30:46 GMT -5
OLIVIASTELLALESTRANGE
-----Character's name:olivia stella lestrange
-----Gender: female
-----Age: seventeen
-----Race: half veela
-----Ability: legimens
-----Birthday: 25, june, 2007.
----- Preferred House: slytherin
-----Year: seven
-----Sexuality: heterosexual
-----Accent: english
-----Blood type : pureblood
-----Wand: 10 1/2 inches, oak wood, phoenix feather
-----Pet: cat named nightdust
-----Celeb Face claim: megan fox .
-----Height: 5'4"
-----Weight: 116
-----Eyes: piercing cobalt blue
-----Hair: long, raven black hair, often seen worn straight, ends by middle of back
-----Body type: she's rather short, and has a slender make. she is slightly athletically built, due to the fact that she plays recreational games of Quidditch and does like to go for the odd run.
-----Secrets: doesn't claim to be her parents' daughter
doesn't like who she is in general
-----Likes:
Recreational Quidditch
Charms
History of Magic
Running
Pumpkin juice
-----Dislikes
Snobs
Picky Eaters
Judgmental people
Idiots
Hufflepuffs (claims them to be 'too cheery' for her liking)
-----Habits:
Playing with her hair
Tucking her wand behind her ear
Tapping her foot impatiently
-----Obsession:
Becoming an Auror
Writing a novel
Making a name for herself other than Lestrange
-----Hobbies:
Quidditch, writing, studying, running, dancing, hanging with friends, wizard chess
-----Phobia:
snakes, and getting too fat
-----Favorite words:
Blimey, and bullocks.
-----Overall personality:Olivia is someone who is confident in herself often, but likes to have her down time of being shy. She can be stubborn and a bit opinionated, but don't let that fool you - she's got a rough exterior compared to her interior. Olivia has often a bad, rebellious side, but it masks her shy beauty underneath.
She is a natural-born party girl. She frequents the club scene, and although she does not drink a lot, she likes to go out and have fun with her girls and dance. Olivia isn't one to hold a boyfriend steadily, often because she grows bored of her boyfriend if he doesn't do anything with her. She needs excitement in her life to keep her going.
-----Home town : England
-----siblings: none
-----parents: rodolphus lestrange - father - 38 - death eater, currently in azkaban.
lillianna moore - mother - 36 - death eater worshipper, veela, currently in a mental hospital
-----history: Olivia is the product of a one night stand between Rodolphus Lestrange and Lillianna Moore, and was born on a rainy evening in a grand hospital with only her nanny there after her mother was carted off to a mental asylum. Her nanny cared for her in the Lestrange manor, and Olivia grew up frequenting visits to Azkaban to visit her father. She was not very afraid of going to Azkaban and visiting her father; to her, it was like going to see him at work, only he looked a lot worse. Olivia was a girl who loved having her voice heard, but did not like performing in front of large audiences. At the various parties and galas, as a child Olivia would go play with the Malfoys or Zabinis or Notts children until it was over. Olivia never visited her mother because her mother was often ranting things about the family and would get angered at the sight of Olivia appearing in the room.
At age eleven, Olivia had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and although her nanny had suggested Beauxbatons, Olivia denied it, claiming that she wanted to be with people she'd been with a a child. She knew that the school had once been populated by her father. She did not want to go to Beauxbatons and be like her mother. No way would Olivia end up in the mad house. She gathered all of her supplies with her nanny, and by the time she was on the train, Olivia was excited to do something with her life other than play around the house and go to galas with her nanny. The train ride seemed like forever to her, because she was debating with other students what house they would all end up in, although the choice had been clear for her - they'd all proclaimed her to hold the confident face of a Slytherin. She would go and be just like her father, a proud pureblooded Slytherin who would make something with herself up until the day she left Hogwarts, and then she would confirm the big name for herself high in society and in her job. As the Sorting Hat was slipped upon her head, a loud remark of SLYTHERIN bellowed from the Sorting Hat's old lips and she was off to the table she felt she needed to be at.
Olivia's first couple of years weren't bad. She had her cousins named the Malfoys, and had the children of the Zabinis and Notts to be contented with, and the classes were actually intriguing. She loved Charms, and learning about History of Magic was a topic of pure fascination, and before Olivia noticed she was fitting in, and she was attending classes with regularity, without really giving a real damn about who she was born to. There had been rumors flitting about, but Olivia had stuck her head up high and dealt with them. Now, them seemed like such childish rumors, gossip caused by the bored to get people even more nosy into other people's drama and life stories. Yes, her life story might not have been one to fit into a fairy tale or a story book for children, but it wasn't a gory horror either. She was a Witch, and was beginning to be able to get into other people's thoughts and visions. Legimens was something she had inherited, and being a half-veela helped her case as well.
OUT OF CHARACTER!
-----sampleroleplay:
-from another site.
The evening was filled with the many voices of the people in the Slytherin Common Room, all of the students speaking with each other about one different thing or another. Ella was immersed in a conversation with a few good friends about some boys and what they'd done to some poor boy, and they all had to laugh at it. Some people were just so immature and would do anything to prove that with idiotic stunts. Ella and her friends just had to laugh at other's stupidity, seeing as they weren't going to do any of that on their own. She was wearing a warm outfit, and tugged at the grey cuffs of her military style cardigan that hung on her upper body nicely. She usually did not like to wear her uniform unless it was during class or meal times. Seeing as it was Friday night, she could be free to wear what she wanted, and so Ella chose one of her favourite get ups. One of her good friends began talking about some of the recent hookups of one of their enemies with a random guy at the school. "Honestly, are we still talking about this? She's getting even more horrid by the moment, and we all know her for who she is. It's no shock that she did that, anyways." Ella mentioned, rolling her cobalt eyes as she played with a few strands of her loose dark hair. The girl they were gossiping about was nothing more than scum in Ella's eyes, and Ella chose to make that point well known to her good friends. A joke was made about someone else, and Ella joined in on the laughter.
All was good in Ella's mind, until something clicked in her senses that sent her all out of proportion emotionally. The lust for blood crept into Ella, and she excused herself from the table. The tiny gold crucifix on her golden chainlet was in the pocket of her jeans, ready for whenever necessary. Leaving the Common Room allowed her to think on her own and calm herself down before she lost control and attacked someone. 2025 would be the tenth year, the year Ella had to gain the most control over her powers as a vampire. Otherwise she'd turn up to two people into vampires and end their human lives. That, for Ella, would be something she would never be able to live with. The fact that she had killed many people in her lust for blood had been something she'd grown to accept as nothing more than a feeding frenzy, with no remorse or guilt left to occupy her heart. Making someone into the monster that she was, well, that was unthinkable in her brain. Ella had done a lot of stupid things in her time, but never would she make another of her kind unless she was sure that she wanted to be with them for the rest of their lives, and only then would she reconsider her non-turning policy. Walking down the corridor, the padding underneath her shoes made a dull, light thudding sound against the marble floor, as she made her way to the stairs. Ella decided a trip upstairs, to somewhere with space and room to think. Outside would not have been so bad, if it was something she wanted out of her night. She could not go out in the sunlight for more than a few hours, for the obvious reason that a vampire could not last much longer than that in sunlight. It was a shame, never having had a full day out in the sun, being a born vampire. For all the humans, slight envy came from Ella for that fact. She had advantages for being who she was, but with those came disadvantages. One just happened to be sunlight. As she thought about it, back came the lust, and she scurried up the stairs, royal blue coloured irises lined with a crimson colour. The only reason for that was that when she was lustful for blood, her irises were coated with a crimson lining. Finding herself on the Seventh Floor was not a huge surprise. She loved being on the upper areas, feeling less cramped.
Ella found her perfect escape - through the wooden door that led her to wherever she wanted to be at whatever time. Ella was suddenly in a room with couches, bookshelves, and an array of serene, floating candles, smelling of something sweet. Ella plopped herself down on a couch, pulling out her tiny crucifix on a long but small golden chain. That was life for her, revisiting her library in her old home, feeling like she should be nowhere but there. The lust for blood calmed as she realized that behind a stack of certain books, there were vials of spare blood to heal the hungry. Squeezing the tiny crucifix in her hand, she felt its sharp edges dig into her skin until it bled. Feeling it sharply, she let it go, but the wound healed almost immediately. Oh, the woes of being an unharmable vampire. Ella knew her life was far from being the worst. But deeply inside, she wished she could be human for just a day. To see what the difference would be in her day. She would obviously be less risky and daring, less incompetent and strong willed, less opinionated and stubborn. Ella would be someone she would not recognized. It was bliss being Gabriella d'Eath, until it came to the problems she could not fix. One day in the sun would make her life complete.
The evening was filled with the many voices of the people in the Slytherin Common Room, all of the students speaking with each other about one different thing or another. Ella was immersed in a conversation with a few good friends about some boys and what they'd done to some poor boy, and they all had to laugh at it. Some people were just so immature and would do anything to prove that with idiotic stunts. Ella and her friends just had to laugh at other's stupidity, seeing as they weren't going to do any of that on their own. She was wearing a warm outfit, and tugged at the grey cuffs of her military style cardigan that hung on her upper body nicely. She usually did not like to wear her uniform unless it was during class or meal times. Seeing as it was Friday night, she could be free to wear what she wanted, and so Ella chose one of her favourite get ups. One of her good friends began talking about some of the recent hookups of one of their enemies with a random guy at the school. "Honestly, are we still talking about this? She's getting even more horrid by the moment, and we all know her for who she is. It's no shock that she did that, anyways." Ella mentioned, rolling her cobalt eyes as she played with a few strands of her loose dark hair. The girl they were gossiping about was nothing more than scum in Ella's eyes, and Ella chose to make that point well known to her good friends. A joke was made about someone else, and Ella joined in on the laughter.
All was good in Ella's mind, until something clicked in her senses that sent her all out of proportion emotionally. The lust for blood crept into Ella, and she excused herself from the table. The tiny gold crucifix on her golden chainlet was in the pocket of her jeans, ready for whenever necessary. Leaving the Common Room allowed her to think on her own and calm herself down before she lost control and attacked someone. 2025 would be the tenth year, the year Ella had to gain the most control over her powers as a vampire. Otherwise she'd turn up to two people into vampires and end their human lives. That, for Ella, would be something she would never be able to live with. The fact that she had killed many people in her lust for blood had been something she'd grown to accept as nothing more than a feeding frenzy, with no remorse or guilt left to occupy her heart. Making someone into the monster that she was, well, that was unthinkable in her brain. Ella had done a lot of stupid things in her time, but never would she make another of her kind unless she was sure that she wanted to be with them for the rest of their lives, and only then would she reconsider her non-turning policy. Walking down the corridor, the padding underneath her shoes made a dull, light thudding sound against the marble floor, as she made her way to the stairs. Ella decided a trip upstairs, to somewhere with space and room to think. Outside would not have been so bad, if it was something she wanted out of her night. She could not go out in the sunlight for more than a few hours, for the obvious reason that a vampire could not last much longer than that in sunlight. It was a shame, never having had a full day out in the sun, being a born vampire. For all the humans, slight envy came from Ella for that fact. She had advantages for being who she was, but with those came disadvantages. One just happened to be sunlight. As she thought about it, back came the lust, and she scurried up the stairs, royal blue coloured irises lined with a crimson colour. The only reason for that was that when she was lustful for blood, her irises were coated with a crimson lining. Finding herself on the Seventh Floor was not a huge surprise. She loved being on the upper areas, feeling less cramped.
Ella found her perfect escape - through the wooden door that led her to wherever she wanted to be at whatever time. Ella was suddenly in a room with couches, bookshelves, and an array of serene, floating candles, smelling of something sweet. Ella plopped herself down on a couch, pulling out her tiny crucifix on a long but small golden chain. That was life for her, revisiting her library in her old home, feeling like she should be nowhere but there. The lust for blood calmed as she realized that behind a stack of certain books, there were vials of spare blood to heal the hungry. Squeezing the tiny crucifix in her hand, she felt its sharp edges dig into her skin until it bled. Feeling it sharply, she let it go, but the wound healed almost immediately. Oh, the woes of being an unharmable vampire. Ella knew her life was far from being the worst. But deeply inside, she wished she could be human for just a day. To see what the difference would be in her day. She would obviously be less risky and daring, less incompetent and strong willed, less opinionated and stubborn. Ella would be someone she would not recognized. It was bliss being Gabriella d'Eath, until it came to the problems she could not fix. One day in the sun would make her life complete.
This stubborn character is played by Stella. Nine years have passed since I began this journey. However, I have been living for almost nineteen years and have been known as that beautiful type of woman. Enough about me, I also play as no one else. Never steal my world away from me or I will be forced to get Draco Malfoy to jinx you!
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