Post by Molly Azalea Weasley on Jan 24, 2010 17:42:46 GMT -5
h u g s & k i s s e s
`TAKE MY HAND !
NAME, Molly Azalea Weasley
DATE OF BIRTH, October 17, 2008
GENDER, Female
HOUSE, Gryffindor
ERA, NextGen
YEAR, 3rd
OCCUPATION, Student
SPECIAL ABILITY, Good at memorizing Spells, jaguar animagi
CANON OR ORIGINAL?, Cannon
`WITHOUT A BACKWARD GLANCE !
LIKES, - Daemon Zabini
- Music
- Art
- Spells
- Fruity scents
- Long walks by herself
DISLIKES,
- Fighting
- Messing up on a spell
- Meat
- Overbearing People
- Rude/Crude Comments
FEARS,
- The Dark
- Death
- Being Hated
- A spell not going right
- Heights
WANTS,
- To be the best witch that she can, to succed at memorizing more spells than anyone has ever seen.
STRENGTHS, - Spells
- Loyal
- Kind-Hearted
- Stubborn
- Not easily Swayed
WEAKNESSES,
- Kind words
- Compliments
- Children younger than her
- People who can't stand up for each other
- People picking on others
HABITS/QUIRKS,
- Bites her nails
- Twists her fingers in her hair
- Stares of into space
- Daydreams
- Bites her lower lip when in thought
SECRETS,
- Deadly afraid of heights
OVER ALL PERSONALITY,
Molly is a very sweet and sensitive girl. She loves easily and can be a bit excentric at times. She is very easy to get along with. She has a temper at times and can hold her own in a fight. Though she wishes that it wasn't so simple for her. She doesn't like violence. And actually is a peace and love kind of girl. It goes with the vegaterian thing. She has a very calming and sweet air to her. Able to stop just about anyone from doing something stupid by just speaking in the soft and melodic voice that she has. But that calming affect can sometimes get her into a bit of trouble because some people think that she has control over other's minds. Though she doesn't really have that ability. There are people who are very cautious. Molly can be very energetic and high sprung yet at the same times calm and collected. She is never the same thing twice. She is always surprising people. And she is a very intelligent young lady. Though she doesn't really have a boyfriend. She has her eyes on her best friends brother. Daemon.
`BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE !
YOUR NAME, Molly
YOUR AGE, Fifteen
ROLE-PLAY EXPERIENCE, 4+ Years
HOW YOU FOUND US, Advertisment on my Site
FACE CLAIM, Ellen Page
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE, From my own site!
The peaceful calm that Rayne had felt only moment's before was shattered. She quickly pulled her hand away. Her face a mask. An un-readable expression. No longer did she openly smile. That was rejection enough for her. Rayne nodded her head at Leon once before she turned her head away to look at absolutly nothing. Nothing at all... Something felt as if it where breaking inside Rayne. Something she hadn't even known was there.
Rayne turned away quickly and moved away. She didn't get all that far away before she found herself pinned to the wall of the castle. She felt a slight pinch of pain as a lamp holder jabbed into her back. It ripped threw her thin white shirt, blood slowly staining the back of her shirt. Rayne slowly lifted her eyes knowing exactly who's eyes she would meet. His large fingers where wrapped around her throat. Though she didn't even feel the need to schream. She felt nothing. She didn't flinch as her pushed her back harder into the wall. The lamp hold ripping threw her soft and pale flesh.
Words that had no meaning to her what-so-ever where being whispered into her ear. Most included the words Slut and Whore, and of course. You like the pain don't you. Rayne didn't feel the need to deam that with an answer. Sure she liked pain but she felt so numb at the moment that neither the words or the pain had any affect on her. As the man named Malcolm saw that he didn't have any affect on her he slowly lifted her small body from the ground the lamp holder tearing her skin and shirt more blood flowed freely the scent of it was sharp and acidic as was all Siren's blood. As her blood hit the ground it sizzled and sputtered as if it wanted to devour the earth itself. Siren's blood... A deadly and not so well known poison. Said to be able to kill anything and anyone. That is if taken by force. If given freely. An elixer of life. Said to be able to heal any wound except her own.
Soon her lips where covered by the much bigger mans and still she gave no reaction. But Malcolm expected this. Soon his fist was in her gut causing her to gasp for air. After that his tounge was in her mouth ravaging her mouth and still Rayne didn't fight. There was no fight left in her. None at all. Tears slipped down her face as she prayed that the suffering she couldn't stop would end. Her eyes slowly closed. Her head feeling light from the ever coming blood loose. Soon she would pass out. And she wouldn't have to feel any of this. Perhaps if she was lucky she would die. Die quickly and not the slow and painful death she knew she well deserved.
Malcolm's hand moved from her throat so that he grasped her shirt. Soon his vampire fangs sank into the soft pale neck tissue. The skin easily broke. Freeing the blood from her jugular vein. A small smile pulled at her lips as she felt the life slowly begin to slip out of her. The happiness she had felt as a young girl, the saddness at losing her family, the hatred she now felt, the bizare feeling she had felt for Leon... All of it flashing before her eyes as she slowly let the darkness take over her body. Her final thought before she passed out was this.
I still don't know what the feeling is... I wish I had known...
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`TAKE MY HAND !
NAME, Molly Azalea Weasley
DATE OF BIRTH, October 17, 2008
GENDER, Female
HOUSE, Gryffindor
ERA, NextGen
YEAR, 3rd
OCCUPATION, Student
SPECIAL ABILITY, Good at memorizing Spells, jaguar animagi
CANON OR ORIGINAL?, Cannon
`AND LET'S RUN AWAY !
EYES, Brown
HAIR, Brown
WEIGHT, 97 lbs
HEIGHT, 5"3
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, She has a scare running from the right side of her jaw line down her neck and to her collar bone. It looks as is its a tattoo more than a scar.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, Ears
OVER ALL APPEARANCE,
Molly stands at a rather short 5"3 and has straight brown hair as well as a deep set of fall into chocolate brown eyes. Her hair though is classified as brown always is changing between a scarlet red and the normal brown it is supposed to be. She feels rather out of place not having the normal red hair so she tried a rather new spell so now her hair is always changing between the two colors. Molly is actually a pretty pale girl who is always smiling. She is actually very tiny though. Only weighing ninety-seven pounds. She likes to wear form fitting clothes that accentuate the curves that she does have. Her hips are well rounded and her breasts are actually a nice handful. Though she is very sub-concious of her body because she doesn't think she is all that pretty.
EYES, Brown
HAIR, Brown
WEIGHT, 97 lbs
HEIGHT, 5"3
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, She has a scare running from the right side of her jaw line down her neck and to her collar bone. It looks as is its a tattoo more than a scar.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, Ears
OVER ALL APPEARANCE,
Molly stands at a rather short 5"3 and has straight brown hair as well as a deep set of fall into chocolate brown eyes. Her hair though is classified as brown always is changing between a scarlet red and the normal brown it is supposed to be. She feels rather out of place not having the normal red hair so she tried a rather new spell so now her hair is always changing between the two colors. Molly is actually a pretty pale girl who is always smiling. She is actually very tiny though. Only weighing ninety-seven pounds. She likes to wear form fitting clothes that accentuate the curves that she does have. Her hips are well rounded and her breasts are actually a nice handful. Though she is very sub-concious of her body because she doesn't think she is all that pretty.
`WITHOUT A BACKWARD GLANCE !
LIKES, - Daemon Zabini
- Music
- Art
- Spells
- Fruity scents
- Long walks by herself
DISLIKES,
- Fighting
- Messing up on a spell
- Meat
- Overbearing People
- Rude/Crude Comments
FEARS,
- The Dark
- Death
- Being Hated
- A spell not going right
- Heights
WANTS,
- To be the best witch that she can, to succed at memorizing more spells than anyone has ever seen.
STRENGTHS, - Spells
- Loyal
- Kind-Hearted
- Stubborn
- Not easily Swayed
WEAKNESSES,
- Kind words
- Compliments
- Children younger than her
- People who can't stand up for each other
- People picking on others
HABITS/QUIRKS,
- Bites her nails
- Twists her fingers in her hair
- Stares of into space
- Daydreams
- Bites her lower lip when in thought
SECRETS,
- Deadly afraid of heights
OVER ALL PERSONALITY,
Molly is a very sweet and sensitive girl. She loves easily and can be a bit excentric at times. She is very easy to get along with. She has a temper at times and can hold her own in a fight. Though she wishes that it wasn't so simple for her. She doesn't like violence. And actually is a peace and love kind of girl. It goes with the vegaterian thing. She has a very calming and sweet air to her. Able to stop just about anyone from doing something stupid by just speaking in the soft and melodic voice that she has. But that calming affect can sometimes get her into a bit of trouble because some people think that she has control over other's minds. Though she doesn't really have that ability. There are people who are very cautious. Molly can be very energetic and high sprung yet at the same times calm and collected. She is never the same thing twice. She is always surprising people. And she is a very intelligent young lady. Though she doesn't really have a boyfriend. She has her eyes on her best friends brother. Daemon.
`FOR ONE MORE NIGHT !
PARENTS, Percy and Audrey Weasley
SIBLINGS, Lucy Michelle Weasley
PETS, Acromantula
HOMETOWN, London
OVER ALL HISTORY,
Molly Azalea Weasley was born to Percy and Audrey Weasley. She's the youngest of two children, having a older sister named Lucy. Molly grew up pretty normal but at the age of five began showing signs of magic and at the age of seven was reciting spells from her fathers spell book. She recieved her letter at the age of ten and was so happy that she caused a shower of rose petals. Her mother and father where so amazed at their daughters unique abilities, when at the age of eleven it became apparent that she was a animagus. A jaguar to be exact. She kept that part of her a secret. Not even sharing it with her family. Let alone her best friend. Then she met him. Daemon. Daemon Zambini. He seemed to peak at her interest. She was only thirteen but he just seemed to pull her to him. She didn't have all that much interest in boys but there was just something about Daemon. She wanted to know more. She wanted to learn.
PARENTS, Percy and Audrey Weasley
SIBLINGS, Lucy Michelle Weasley
PETS, Acromantula
HOMETOWN, London
OVER ALL HISTORY,
Molly Azalea Weasley was born to Percy and Audrey Weasley. She's the youngest of two children, having a older sister named Lucy. Molly grew up pretty normal but at the age of five began showing signs of magic and at the age of seven was reciting spells from her fathers spell book. She recieved her letter at the age of ten and was so happy that she caused a shower of rose petals. Her mother and father where so amazed at their daughters unique abilities, when at the age of eleven it became apparent that she was a animagus. A jaguar to be exact. She kept that part of her a secret. Not even sharing it with her family. Let alone her best friend. Then she met him. Daemon. Daemon Zambini. He seemed to peak at her interest. She was only thirteen but he just seemed to pull her to him. She didn't have all that much interest in boys but there was just something about Daemon. She wanted to know more. She wanted to learn.
`BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE !
YOUR NAME, Molly
YOUR AGE, Fifteen
ROLE-PLAY EXPERIENCE, 4+ Years
HOW YOU FOUND US, Advertisment on my Site
FACE CLAIM, Ellen Page
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE, From my own site!
The peaceful calm that Rayne had felt only moment's before was shattered. She quickly pulled her hand away. Her face a mask. An un-readable expression. No longer did she openly smile. That was rejection enough for her. Rayne nodded her head at Leon once before she turned her head away to look at absolutly nothing. Nothing at all... Something felt as if it where breaking inside Rayne. Something she hadn't even known was there.
Rayne turned away quickly and moved away. She didn't get all that far away before she found herself pinned to the wall of the castle. She felt a slight pinch of pain as a lamp holder jabbed into her back. It ripped threw her thin white shirt, blood slowly staining the back of her shirt. Rayne slowly lifted her eyes knowing exactly who's eyes she would meet. His large fingers where wrapped around her throat. Though she didn't even feel the need to schream. She felt nothing. She didn't flinch as her pushed her back harder into the wall. The lamp hold ripping threw her soft and pale flesh.
Words that had no meaning to her what-so-ever where being whispered into her ear. Most included the words Slut and Whore, and of course. You like the pain don't you. Rayne didn't feel the need to deam that with an answer. Sure she liked pain but she felt so numb at the moment that neither the words or the pain had any affect on her. As the man named Malcolm saw that he didn't have any affect on her he slowly lifted her small body from the ground the lamp holder tearing her skin and shirt more blood flowed freely the scent of it was sharp and acidic as was all Siren's blood. As her blood hit the ground it sizzled and sputtered as if it wanted to devour the earth itself. Siren's blood... A deadly and not so well known poison. Said to be able to kill anything and anyone. That is if taken by force. If given freely. An elixer of life. Said to be able to heal any wound except her own.
Soon her lips where covered by the much bigger mans and still she gave no reaction. But Malcolm expected this. Soon his fist was in her gut causing her to gasp for air. After that his tounge was in her mouth ravaging her mouth and still Rayne didn't fight. There was no fight left in her. None at all. Tears slipped down her face as she prayed that the suffering she couldn't stop would end. Her eyes slowly closed. Her head feeling light from the ever coming blood loose. Soon she would pass out. And she wouldn't have to feel any of this. Perhaps if she was lucky she would die. Die quickly and not the slow and painful death she knew she well deserved.
Malcolm's hand moved from her throat so that he grasped her shirt. Soon his vampire fangs sank into the soft pale neck tissue. The skin easily broke. Freeing the blood from her jugular vein. A small smile pulled at her lips as she felt the life slowly begin to slip out of her. The happiness she had felt as a young girl, the saddness at losing her family, the hatred she now felt, the bizare feeling she had felt for Leon... All of it flashing before her eyes as she slowly let the darkness take over her body. Her final thought before she passed out was this.
I still don't know what the feeling is... I wish I had known...
