Post by albusflavoredbean on Jun 16, 2008 12:13:27 GMT -8
Name:
Evian Burns
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Blood:
Half
Wand:
Ash, 13 inches, unicorn hair
Affiliation:
Neutral- in the end, she'll side with whoever she thinks is going to get her the farthest
Animal:
She has a slinky, pale-furred cat named Silk
Physical Description:
Evian is generally slender at a trim five feet, three inches, with lightly tanned skin and a light bone structure. She has a long, thin face fitted with her prominent cheek bones, wide hazel eyes, and pouched, curving lips. She has murky blonde, pan-strait hair that is cut evenly a few inches below the shoulder, that she usually keeps in neat, wispy buns of perched in clips upon her head. She is pretty enough, but isn't really her most beautiful without makeup and a lot of effort, which she doesn't put in unless there is some sort of benefit to be reaped.
Clothing:
During the school week she usually sports the traditional skirted-school uniform, but on weekends she wears clothing that can be branded as “plain but pretty;” her style isn’t excessively girly or patterned, but she wears a lot of expensive, soft fabrics worked into pleated mini-skirts and crisp tops. She is usually just a tad too formal and likes to wear a lot of glimmering jewelry, and rarely leaves her room without a splash of rich makeup.
Personality:
Her chief characteristics are her sugary tongue and keen ambition- she has an almost-fantastical ability to manipulate and persuade, and uses this to fuel her somewhat-selfish need to further herself. Never in the full-on fray of fights, she just uses her knack with words to get what she wants, which she usually does, at least in social situations. She is quick-witted and extremely sharp, it’s what allows her to produce such well-oiled lies, but her grades are just average, excluding Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, at which she excels. She can be a little flippant with the feelings of others, but she is never outright cold, but will usually sacrifice the comfort and happiness of those around her to reach her ends; though she is known to have a few friends, none of whom she is very close to, who she refrains from manipulating and using, but because of this she has little motivation to grow very attached to them. However, most people never come to realize her true character- she gives off the impression, or tries to, of a kind, caring person. However, once she’s latched her feelings on someone, she needs them and is easily torn apart by that person- she’s a bit of a control freak and little things tend to set her off, especially involving those she cares about.
Preferences:
Evian likes her things to be lavishly ornamented and deeply colored, though wealth does not mean so much to her as power. She enjoys cool weather, sweets, and the occasional lounging with friends without trying to wring something useful from them (this only occurs when she has everything she can think to want at the moment), and dislikes cowards and those who lack ambition.
Background:
Evian was born to a witch and a muggle accompanied by four older brothers, who also attended Hogwarts in her time. Having such a large brood taught her from an early age to fight for everything she had- including attention, love, and, occasional, food from the dinner table. She grew up in muggle suburbia, and lives in a pleasant little house and has always lived with more then enough comfort, even with her large number of siblings. Her childhood was pampered and simple; she never really had any complex decisions to make or difficulties to endure.
Roleplay Sample:
Evian sighed lightly, a whisper of shimmer, pallid shimmering fur oiling into her lap- she gave it a few sleek caresses before the cat settled softly upon her deeply-died skirt, her hand lazing on the cat’s furrowed back, her gilded bracelet a sharp glimmer against the cat’s snowed coat. She curled her fingers beneath the cat’s ribs, lifting its flaps of fur and skin and letting her squirm to the ground, landing tightly on his feet and trotting disdainfully away. She rocked softly to her feet, pressed away the lingering, silver hairs of flashing fur on her skirt, and padded to the window- the site of snow twitched her lips to a smile: she liked the cold, it, at least, was an asset to the dullness behind her eyes today...
She heard a cluster of muffled footsteps from a side corridor- she made herself subtle against the wall, and watched as a peck of first years chattered into the room- her notice of them was about to cease when she realized- well, perhaps they could be useful: it was a smart idea to befriend even the “little people” (no pun intended), they may seem of little consequence now, but perhaps she could send them on errands or... Well, regardless of where she’d send them off to, she might as well make preparations, might as well be safe.
She snipped her attention to a sparkling, ruby-infested band on the tallest of the girls’ thin wrist, and, perking together a bright smile, began a chirping banter with the girls, starting with a compliment towards the bracelet, to an inquiry of where she had gotten a hold of it (a present from a relative, apparently), and eventually seeping into more useful information- apparently one of the girls was brilliant with potions (a subject at which Evian did not excel, by any means), and already studying from sixth year books she managed to get her hands on. Perhaps this could be fruitful...
Evian Burns
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Blood:
Half
Wand:
Ash, 13 inches, unicorn hair
Affiliation:
Neutral- in the end, she'll side with whoever she thinks is going to get her the farthest
Animal:
She has a slinky, pale-furred cat named Silk
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Physical Description:
Evian is generally slender at a trim five feet, three inches, with lightly tanned skin and a light bone structure. She has a long, thin face fitted with her prominent cheek bones, wide hazel eyes, and pouched, curving lips. She has murky blonde, pan-strait hair that is cut evenly a few inches below the shoulder, that she usually keeps in neat, wispy buns of perched in clips upon her head. She is pretty enough, but isn't really her most beautiful without makeup and a lot of effort, which she doesn't put in unless there is some sort of benefit to be reaped.
Clothing:
During the school week she usually sports the traditional skirted-school uniform, but on weekends she wears clothing that can be branded as “plain but pretty;” her style isn’t excessively girly or patterned, but she wears a lot of expensive, soft fabrics worked into pleated mini-skirts and crisp tops. She is usually just a tad too formal and likes to wear a lot of glimmering jewelry, and rarely leaves her room without a splash of rich makeup.
Personality:
Her chief characteristics are her sugary tongue and keen ambition- she has an almost-fantastical ability to manipulate and persuade, and uses this to fuel her somewhat-selfish need to further herself. Never in the full-on fray of fights, she just uses her knack with words to get what she wants, which she usually does, at least in social situations. She is quick-witted and extremely sharp, it’s what allows her to produce such well-oiled lies, but her grades are just average, excluding Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, at which she excels. She can be a little flippant with the feelings of others, but she is never outright cold, but will usually sacrifice the comfort and happiness of those around her to reach her ends; though she is known to have a few friends, none of whom she is very close to, who she refrains from manipulating and using, but because of this she has little motivation to grow very attached to them. However, most people never come to realize her true character- she gives off the impression, or tries to, of a kind, caring person. However, once she’s latched her feelings on someone, she needs them and is easily torn apart by that person- she’s a bit of a control freak and little things tend to set her off, especially involving those she cares about.
Preferences:
Evian likes her things to be lavishly ornamented and deeply colored, though wealth does not mean so much to her as power. She enjoys cool weather, sweets, and the occasional lounging with friends without trying to wring something useful from them (this only occurs when she has everything she can think to want at the moment), and dislikes cowards and those who lack ambition.
Background:
Evian was born to a witch and a muggle accompanied by four older brothers, who also attended Hogwarts in her time. Having such a large brood taught her from an early age to fight for everything she had- including attention, love, and, occasional, food from the dinner table. She grew up in muggle suburbia, and lives in a pleasant little house and has always lived with more then enough comfort, even with her large number of siblings. Her childhood was pampered and simple; she never really had any complex decisions to make or difficulties to endure.
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Roleplay Sample:
Evian sighed lightly, a whisper of shimmer, pallid shimmering fur oiling into her lap- she gave it a few sleek caresses before the cat settled softly upon her deeply-died skirt, her hand lazing on the cat’s furrowed back, her gilded bracelet a sharp glimmer against the cat’s snowed coat. She curled her fingers beneath the cat’s ribs, lifting its flaps of fur and skin and letting her squirm to the ground, landing tightly on his feet and trotting disdainfully away. She rocked softly to her feet, pressed away the lingering, silver hairs of flashing fur on her skirt, and padded to the window- the site of snow twitched her lips to a smile: she liked the cold, it, at least, was an asset to the dullness behind her eyes today...
She heard a cluster of muffled footsteps from a side corridor- she made herself subtle against the wall, and watched as a peck of first years chattered into the room- her notice of them was about to cease when she realized- well, perhaps they could be useful: it was a smart idea to befriend even the “little people” (no pun intended), they may seem of little consequence now, but perhaps she could send them on errands or... Well, regardless of where she’d send them off to, she might as well make preparations, might as well be safe.
She snipped her attention to a sparkling, ruby-infested band on the tallest of the girls’ thin wrist, and, perking together a bright smile, began a chirping banter with the girls, starting with a compliment towards the bracelet, to an inquiry of where she had gotten a hold of it (a present from a relative, apparently), and eventually seeping into more useful information- apparently one of the girls was brilliant with potions (a subject at which Evian did not excel, by any means), and already studying from sixth year books she managed to get her hands on. Perhaps this could be fruitful...
