Post by forged on Apr 11, 2010 11:49:50 GMT -5
MICHELLEHARRISONFORD
-----Character's name:michelle harrison ford
-----Gender: female
-----Age: seventeen
-----Race: human
-----Ability: animagus, occlumens
-----Birthday: fourteenth of april, two thousand and seven
----- Preferred House: slytherin
-----Year: sixth year
-----Sexuality: bisexual
-----Accent: american english
-----Blood type : pureblood
-----Wand: the wand has the hair from the mane of a kelpie as its core and is made out of rosewood and is ten and a half inches long
-----Pet: a dark brown female brussels griffon dog named louise
-----Celeb Face claim: emma degerstedt
-----Height: five foot and six inches
-----Weight: one hundred and thirty two pounds
-----Eyes: dark blue
-----Hair: naturally blond, straight hair
-----Body type: michelle has a fairly slim and slender body type. she is not overly muscular, but at the same time she isn't void of muscle. michelle is of average build. she doesn't have a very athletic build and as such, she isn't very fast. because of this she is somewhat petite.
-----Secrets:
- has an obsession with offensive spells
- what she did before she joined hogwarts
- wants to be a death eater
- she has a fear of heights
- her dad didn't want her to join hogwarts
-----Likes:
- learning new spells and magic in general
- she enjoys being the top in her classes
- blood
- dogs
- flying
-----Dislikes
- the rain
- obnoxious people
- people who try to outsmart her
- high places
- her family
-----Habits:
- she bites her nails
- her leg shakes when she's nervous
- she giggles at the most unwanted times
- she has a habit for perfecting her casting technique
- she has a schedule which she will follow to the letter
- she has a habit of reading the history of quidditch
-----Obsession:
- she is obsessed with power; all forms of it
- she's obsessed with things being perfect; obsessive compulsive
- she's slightly obsessed with music, and is often listening to it a lot
-----Hobbies:
- beatboxing
- origami
- dueling
-----Phobia:
- ataxophobia -- the fear of disorder or untidiness
- atelophobia -- the fear of imperfection
-----Favorite words:
- what?
- shoo.
- m'kay
- sweetheart
-----Overall personality:
On the outside, Michelle is a shy female. She wouldn't approach someone in a bar or club and she wouldn't talk much to people she doesn't know well. But delving deeper into her personality, you can see her true nature.
She lives for pain, all forms of it. She is prone to harming herself for "nature’s drug"; the high of endorphins, as well as the look of the scars. At the same time, she is prone to harming others for a similar kick. The look, feel and taste of blood is one of Michelle's favorite things.
Michelle is a very manipulative person. She would worm her way around various people, so as to fool them; lure them into a false sense of security. Then, typically, Michelle would 'walk' them out so her and her victims are alone; like predator to prey. As soon as she'd done that, she'd torture them. Not kill them; her excuse is that there is no 'high' in it. This has led to Michelle also being a very deceitful person, as well as a good liar. Michelle never answers questions clearly; she would prefer to be cryptic about it; providing riddles and statements that do not directly answer the question, if at all. This is known as 'smoke screening', she is able to answer a question, make people believe they've been answered, when in actual fact - she hasn't.
Being a convincing liar, brilliant manipulator, and deceiving person, Michelle usually, claims to her victims that she has changed for the better. Sometimes she even succeeds in worming her way back into her target's life, before reverting back to her old ways in order to re-do what she did previously; mentally scar them, although, this doesn't always work.
Michelle is also a very impulsive person. She acts as if everything is a spur of the moment. This could be classed as a weakness, because she never thinks ahead; only thinks of the moment, never having a fall-back plan. But, at the same time, it could be classed as a strength; for she is able to think of plans in a matter of seconds and act on them straight away.
Because of her personality, Michelle is able to act without remorse. If she hurts someone, she would not regret it. If Michelle was ever to get angry, which is likely to happen due to the fact she cannot control her emotions very well (except guilt) she would not hold back; she lacks the capability to restrain herself from her actions. Her 'urges' are too big, she would say.
Michelle is also a very big risk-taker. She would take any and every risk she sees. Her risks are her opportunities. The reasoning behind this is Michelle has a constant need for excitement.
Whilst Michelle is with her 'prey', she'd brag about her past achievements. She talks about herself obsessively in order to frighten her victims. She is also very irresponsible.
Because of all her traits, Michelle has also become fairly courageous. She would take risks, without fear. However, if she was to be thrown into a similar situation to that of her parents murder, in example, being forced to see a loved one die, she wouldn't be able to keep a straight face without breaking down crying. She doesn't mind risking herself being killed; only someone close to her. Michelle is also very decisive.
-----Home town: bunker hill, illinois
-----siblings:
harry james ford / seven / not in hogwarts
-----parents:
father: harrison sybil ford / 53 / shopkeeper in obscurus books
mother: emma daniel ford (nee: graham) / 51 / accountant in muggle world
-----history:
Michelle was born into a wizard family in the muggle world in 1992. She grew up being home-schooled by her parents, they didn't teach her about her heritage as a witch. The reason they did this was because they didn't want their daughter to be forced into living the same lifestyle as they once had to bare witness to.
On Michelle's seventh birthday her parents had an argument and Michelle flipped. She hated the screaming, the shouting, the noise. So she went to her room and made her first scar. Her OCD nature made Michelle use a ruler to make sure her cut was perfectly straight. Since that night, Michelle's sick nature has become more apparent and her parent's got divorced.
Then when Michelle was eleven she received a letter from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was ecstatic for many reasons. The first being she was a witch, the second being she had been invited into a school that sounded really cool. Her mom allowed this with open arms, she showed Michelle the flu network to get to Diagon alley. They went shopping for all the school accessories Michelle was going to need in her first few years of Hogwarts.
When they got to buying the books, Michelle's father (who was working in the book store they went to) saw them and kicked up a fuss; he didn't want Michelle going to the school, this resulted in another argument and Michelle screaming.
During her years at Hogwarts, Michelle has shown her strengths in the wizarding world. She has shown that her spell casting is of exceptional standard, and that her flying skills were also fairly good; but not overly good. Every day, however, Michelle would go to the flying grounds and strive to be better, even if it doesn't always work.
Michelle learned to be an animagus in her fifth year, when the defense against the dark arts teacher took her to do some private lessons; which was where she learned the form of a ferret. Michelle loves being an animagus, and is often seen scurrying around in her animagi form.
OUT OF CHARACTER!
-----sampleroleplay:
Beautiful, stunning. The red paint was awe-inspiring. It was making it's way across the canvas smoothly, as if it was painting itself; magical. The paint trailed downward to the pipe. The pipe that was just off the edge of the pathway. It dripped down the drain and ran away. Something it's body couldn't do. This blood was the paint of pain. Kerry's kind of art.
The poor, poor person was only fifteen. He was quite a nice lad; he offered to give Kerry a hand across the road. Shame. Kerry isn't an old lady. So, Kerry bent down and told the boy something. She offered him something; he couldn't refuse. He wouldn't refuse. Why? She offered him one thing every teenage boy wants, and to fix the deal; she stroked his cheek. Oh, this was going to be fun for Kerry. This was going to be fun; and it was fun. At first she broke his leg; snap. Then she went to to snap his neck; crack. Then she went on to crack his spine; twist. Kerry was always one of those twisted kind of people.
After Kerry finished her job, and admired her craftsmanship she went out of the alleyway; looking at the trail of blood. It was nighttime, so there wasn't any risk of anyone noticing it from afar. The boy didn't make much noise, which was surprising; he was probably too shocked and scared to do anything. Ha, teenagers.
She made her way down the path of the cold Manhattan street toward a club. A club she'd previously been to. She'd been there loads of times; it was where she 'picked' her victims for her latest works of art. The 40/40 club. Since she was a regular... customer of sorts, the doorman merely let her in. That simple. Now it was Kerry's time to look. Time to look for her next victim.
Kerry had no luck; no-one was what she wanted now. She wanted to hurt someone, torture someone, cause them pain. But alas, no-one. Kerry gave up her prowl and went by the bar; she sat on a stool and ordered a bottle of vodka. Paid for it with her debit card.
Maybe it was time for a different tactic to be used? Maybe instead of the predator going to the prey, the prey would come to the predator? Kerry thought exactly that; let's hope this prey was smart and approached Kerry before she grew tired and hurt more than anticipated; even for herself.
There was one thing about this whole charade though. April 4th was three days ago; and this place was open? The people in the club were scarce, but there were people. Kerry chuckled to herself at the thought that this place was desperate... It was either that or the place had a special protecting them. After three days ago, anything was possible.
People knew about others with abilities, no-one could deny it; a new world had started, but it wasn't all that new; people were already beginning to live their lives like normal.
The poor, poor person was only fifteen. He was quite a nice lad; he offered to give Kerry a hand across the road. Shame. Kerry isn't an old lady. So, Kerry bent down and told the boy something. She offered him something; he couldn't refuse. He wouldn't refuse. Why? She offered him one thing every teenage boy wants, and to fix the deal; she stroked his cheek. Oh, this was going to be fun for Kerry. This was going to be fun; and it was fun. At first she broke his leg; snap. Then she went to to snap his neck; crack. Then she went on to crack his spine; twist. Kerry was always one of those twisted kind of people.
After Kerry finished her job, and admired her craftsmanship she went out of the alleyway; looking at the trail of blood. It was nighttime, so there wasn't any risk of anyone noticing it from afar. The boy didn't make much noise, which was surprising; he was probably too shocked and scared to do anything. Ha, teenagers.
She made her way down the path of the cold Manhattan street toward a club. A club she'd previously been to. She'd been there loads of times; it was where she 'picked' her victims for her latest works of art. The 40/40 club. Since she was a regular... customer of sorts, the doorman merely let her in. That simple. Now it was Kerry's time to look. Time to look for her next victim.
Kerry had no luck; no-one was what she wanted now. She wanted to hurt someone, torture someone, cause them pain. But alas, no-one. Kerry gave up her prowl and went by the bar; she sat on a stool and ordered a bottle of vodka. Paid for it with her debit card.
Maybe it was time for a different tactic to be used? Maybe instead of the predator going to the prey, the prey would come to the predator? Kerry thought exactly that; let's hope this prey was smart and approached Kerry before she grew tired and hurt more than anticipated; even for herself.
There was one thing about this whole charade though. April 4th was three days ago; and this place was open? The people in the club were scarce, but there were people. Kerry chuckled to herself at the thought that this place was desperate... It was either that or the place had a special protecting them. After three days ago, anything was possible.
People knew about others with abilities, no-one could deny it; a new world had started, but it wasn't all that new; people were already beginning to live their lives like normal.
This cruel character is played by Jon!. 2 years have passed since I began this spectacular story. However, I have been living for sixteen years and have been known as that apathetic type of male. Enough about me, I also play as no one else. Never steal my world away from me or I will be forced to get Tonk to jinx you!
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HEYO ! THIS MAGICAL APPLICATION WAS MADE BY AMNA!? of TWIF. LOVE DRUNK. Also the credits goes to Sarah and Shelby of TWIF. LOVE DRUNK. DOTCHA EVEN DARE TO STEAL, CAUSE AMNA WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT AND SHE'LL SENT HER PET VOLDIE TO JINX YOUZ!GET THAT? Kthanxbai ♥ .
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