Post by Nikki Maryse Mince on Sept 6, 2009 22:36:16 GMT -5
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Nikki Maryse Mince
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¤NAME; Nikki Maryse Mince
¤NICKNAMES; Mince or Nikki
¤AGE AND BIRTHDAY; 16 ---- January 3rd
¤SEX; Female
¤ORIENTATION; Straight
¤OCCUPATION; Student
¤MAJOR; Defence Against the Dark Arts
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¤HAIR; Nikki has dirty blonde hair that she acquired through genetics from her mother. In the sunlight her natural highlights can be seen, though even while out of the sun they can be seen slightly. Her hair falls around her, framing her face in loose curls and waves, the longest strands of hair ending about an inch below her shoulders.
¤EYES; Nikki’s eyes are a pale green color with flecks of a misty blue dotting them. When she steps into the sunlight, the misty blue specks in her eyes completely take over and the green color is entirely overpowered. Her grandmother on her father’s side had the same eyes and Nikki is the only member of her family still alive that has them.
¤BODY; You’d never guess from Nikki’s slim figure that she is actually quite strong. Athletics were something she was quite interested in when she was younger and as a result she has the body of an athlete and the curves of an hourglass. Her skin is an ivory color like her mother’s always was but she tans easily and even one day out in the sun will give her skin a smooth tan. Nikki stands at about 5’8” and is glad that she doesn’t seem to be getting any taller.
¤CLOTHES; Nikki likes to wear all kinds of different clothes. From shorts to skirts and high-heels to sneaker, you never know what you’ll see her in. She tends to favor jeans and shorts to skirts and dresses, but it all depends on what her taste for the day it. One of Nikki’s favorite pieces of clothing to wear is a vest. She finds them absolutely stunning and owns quite a few of them.
¤MAKEUP; Nikki doesn’t like to wear makeup excessively, but she will wear eyeliner on occasion. No blush or lipstick of mascara though. That stuff makes her feel like she’s wearing a mask. The only reason she ever wears eyeliner is because she likes how it brings out the color of her eyes, which she is extremely proud of.
¤OTHER; Nikki has both ears pierced once and then her left ear has a cartilage piercing. There are faint scars lining her arms and legs from when she cut herself.
¤FACE CLAIM; Emma Roberts
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¤PERSONALITY; Nikki is a very fun person to be around. She dislikes boring things and will look for some new adventure to go on or some new person to meet. From her ever-changing wardrobe to her extremely animated features, you never exactly know what you’re going to get from Nikki. There are a few things, however, that really create her character.[/blockquote]
Her never-straying loyalty is one of these such characteristics. Once you are a friend of Nikki’s, you always are. She places a lot of trust into those she considers her friends and will be just a trustworthy in return. Because of her inviting personality, Nikki tends to make friends easily. Though she has a lot of miscellaneous friends, Nikki can’t seem to find someone that she really relates to and can consider her “best friend”. Also, though she is good at hiding it, Nikki gets extremely flustered when around a member of the opposite sex that she finds attractive. In very severe cases her hands will get clammy and start to shake and she will act extremely awkward. Yet for some reason no one seems to ever notice this.
If you really stick around and get to know Nikki you will see that she is a very emotional person whose actions are based off of those said emotions. She follows her heart more often then she does her brain, a fact that can sometimes get her into bad situations. Still, Nikki stands firm against anything that tries to bring her down. She is an extremely proud and brave person and isn’t intimidated easily. This said, Nikki has fears just like everyone else. Not wanting to worry others, Nikki will often try to hide when she is afraid of sad, though she’s not very good at it. Most of the time people can tell when she is in a bad mood.
Nikki absolutely loves magic. It is her favorite thing of all time. She loves learning everything she can about it and she loves casting magic. It’s like every single thing about magic just drives her crazy. Even before she realized her magic potential Nikki had been in love with magic and had read and learned most everything the daughter of two muggles could learn. She hopes to be a famous magician some day and work for the Ministry of Magic. Thus, she works extremely hard and studies, though oddly enough she still finds time to enjoy her school life and spend time with her friends outside of class.¤PHOBIAS; Diving head-first into water -------- being completely alone -------- centipedes -------- tornados -------- falling in love
¤BAD HABITS; Can be extremely stubborn and hot-headed -------- used to cut herself -------- Tries not to show her bad emotions whatsoever
¤LIKES; Magic -------- Cats -------- Seeing others happy -------- Being helpful -------- The outdoors -------- Candy -------- All kinds of music
¤DISLIKES; Bugs -------- Rude people -------- Winter -------- Talking about her past -------- Flavored water -------- Drawing/painting -------- Mice/rats -------- Peppermints
¤GOALS; Become a famous wizard -------- Be top of her classes -------- Keep those she cares about safe
¤SECRETS; She used to cut herself -------- She’s afraid of falling in love -------- Her middle name -------- She’s not as happy and cheerful as she puts on
¤HOBBIES; Learning magic -------- Walking around Hogwarts -------- Meeting new people -------- Finding new adventures to go on -------- Singing and dancing (though she can hardly do either) -------- Most sports -------- Flying
¤HOUSE; Gryffindor
¤OTHER; Her favorite color is yellow.
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¤HOMETOWN; She doesn’t even know, though she’s been told Belfast numerous times
¤NOW LIVES; Hogwarts
¤FATHER; Nathaniel Mince [deceased]
¤MOTHER; Evey Mince [deceased]
¤SIBLINGS; None
¤HISTORY; Nikki can’t remember much of her life before the age of six. She was supposedly born in Belfast, but her parents moved her around so much that it can hardly be called her hometown. Both of Nikki’s parents were muggles and lawyers. They moved from place to place in Europe, always for strange reasons that Nikki never quite understood. To this day she still has no idea why they moved so much and why it always seemed like her parents were scared out of their wits at every creak of a floorboard.
When Nikki was eight years old she began realizing that she was special. She could do things with her mind. Not entirely understanding her new “powers” and having the innocence of a little girl raised to never believe in things like magic and fairy tales, Nikki didn’t want to tell her parents. She though that she might get scolded for being so silly or she may even be punished because she wasn’t supposed to have powers. So she kept her magical powers a secret from her parents.
Nikki never did get a chance to tell her parents about her magical abilities. On the eve of her ninth birthday Nikki came home from school and found her parents both in the house, dead. It was a tragic affair that scarred Nikki and thrust the poor little nine-year-old in a deep depression. She was placed into a foster home since no one could find any records of a living family member on either her mother or father’s side. Nikki lived in five foster homes her ninth and tenth years. During that time Nikki had found pleasure in letting out her emotional pain by inflicting physical pain on herself. On the outside she was a normal little girl, but on the inside she had been thrust into the life of a young woman filled with grief.
Nikki was eleven years old when she was given her letter from Hogwarts. One night while sitting in her most recent foster home, Nikki was told that she had a visitor. Confused, she greeted the tall, burly man known as Hagrid graciously. It was then that he spun a tale for her, one that Nikki could hardly believe. Magic existed and she had it inside of her. Nikki couldn’t believe her ears and it took a while for her to stop her pacing and to settle down enough to accept her letter. When she did though, Nikki felt as though she were doing the right thing. It was at that moment that Nikki became determined to be the best witch she could be and become famous for being amazing at magic. She was determined.
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¤NAME; Julia
¤AGE; 19
¤HOW YOU FOUND US; I just saw an advertisement on another site
¤EXPERIENCE; 2.5 years, give or take a few months
¤OTHER; Blech.
¤ROLEPLAY SAMPLE;
[From my account ANELLE STERLING, off of the site anesia.proboards.com/index.cgi]
Queen Anelle Sterling sat in her large dressing her staring at herself in the mirror set before her. She was completely dressed and looked the part of a queen. She had dismissed her personal maids quickly after they finished up with her wardrobe and she had been sitting alone in the room staring at herself for nearly five minutes. He silver hair was pulled up into an intricate bun with curly strands falling out of the bun and framing her face. Golden eyes stared back at the queen and Anelle was glad that she had decided not to wear much make up.
Hearing the guests starting to arrive and picturing Alice downstairs welcoming them with a smile, Anelle stood up, ready to make her debut. She didn’t believe that she was fit for the role of queen and she knew that she could never fill her sister’s footsteps, but she was willing to try. Anelle’s husband was to make his entrance at a later time and seeing as Anelle was the blood descendent of the kings and queens, his absence would be overlooked.
Anelle felt as though the dress she wore was suffocating her. It was of the latest fashion and something that Anelle could see her sister wearing, but the new queen would much rather have been wearing something less formal. The tight bodice clung to her curves and the moment the maroon fabric his her waist it flung out and cascaded to the floor around her. Intricately decorated groupings of golden beads were place in various spots along the dress and a sort of belt was made, surrounding her waist. A matching, golden-beaded necklace was placed around Anelle’s throat and she held a matching shawl around her arms. The queen looked ravishing in the dress and she knew it, but she did truly wish that she wasn’t wearing it.
Reaching the door, Anelle let out one last sigh and turned the knob, stepping out and putting on her “queenly” look. She stood tall and her shin was up. A smile was placed on her lips and as she headed towards the stairs and heard the guests below her eyes sparkled with the excitement of a child. She had always loved balls, dancing, and the like so it was something she was looking forward to.
As she descended the stairs, silence filled the ballroom and a wiped out the noise like a tidal wave. Even the instruments stopped playing for a moment and everyone simply stared up at their new queen. Anelle, feeling the gazes following her slow descent, continued to smile and didn’t falter in a step. She was proud of herself when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs since she had been able to get through her first entrance as Anelle Sterling, Queen of Anesia.
“Good evening to you all,” Anelle said, her own gaze looking over the faces of the assembled guests. She recognized a few while others she had no recollection of. Setting her hand over her chest, Anelle continued, “It is an honor to have you in my household and I thank you for your attendance. I hope that tonight will be a glorious night filled with dancing and the pure enjoyment of everyone here.”
It wasn’t exactly a formal opening, but Anelle thought it fit her circumstance. Of course, she didn’t exactly sound very much like a queen, but at least she was being honest. When she stepped away and the music once more began, many people crowded the queen, speaking to her and thanking her for the invitation. She dealt with them all accordingly, being the gracious host that she was trained to be.
Hearing the guests starting to arrive and picturing Alice downstairs welcoming them with a smile, Anelle stood up, ready to make her debut. She didn’t believe that she was fit for the role of queen and she knew that she could never fill her sister’s footsteps, but she was willing to try. Anelle’s husband was to make his entrance at a later time and seeing as Anelle was the blood descendent of the kings and queens, his absence would be overlooked.
Anelle felt as though the dress she wore was suffocating her. It was of the latest fashion and something that Anelle could see her sister wearing, but the new queen would much rather have been wearing something less formal. The tight bodice clung to her curves and the moment the maroon fabric his her waist it flung out and cascaded to the floor around her. Intricately decorated groupings of golden beads were place in various spots along the dress and a sort of belt was made, surrounding her waist. A matching, golden-beaded necklace was placed around Anelle’s throat and she held a matching shawl around her arms. The queen looked ravishing in the dress and she knew it, but she did truly wish that she wasn’t wearing it.
Reaching the door, Anelle let out one last sigh and turned the knob, stepping out and putting on her “queenly” look. She stood tall and her shin was up. A smile was placed on her lips and as she headed towards the stairs and heard the guests below her eyes sparkled with the excitement of a child. She had always loved balls, dancing, and the like so it was something she was looking forward to.
As she descended the stairs, silence filled the ballroom and a wiped out the noise like a tidal wave. Even the instruments stopped playing for a moment and everyone simply stared up at their new queen. Anelle, feeling the gazes following her slow descent, continued to smile and didn’t falter in a step. She was proud of herself when she finally reached the bottom of the stairs since she had been able to get through her first entrance as Anelle Sterling, Queen of Anesia.
“Good evening to you all,” Anelle said, her own gaze looking over the faces of the assembled guests. She recognized a few while others she had no recollection of. Setting her hand over her chest, Anelle continued, “It is an honor to have you in my household and I thank you for your attendance. I hope that tonight will be a glorious night filled with dancing and the pure enjoyment of everyone here.”
It wasn’t exactly a formal opening, but Anelle thought it fit her circumstance. Of course, she didn’t exactly sound very much like a queen, but at least she was being honest. When she stepped away and the music once more began, many people crowded the queen, speaking to her and thanking her for the invitation. She dealt with them all accordingly, being the gracious host that she was trained to be.
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