Post by Veronica St. Alderbar on Sept 7, 2009 16:17:25 GMT -5
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VERONICA ARTIS St. ALDERBAR
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₪NAME; Veronica Artis St. Alderbar
₪NICKNAMES; Nik, Niknik, Vee
₪AGE AND BIRTHDAY; 14 > October 19th
₪SEX; Female
₪ORIENTATION; Heterosexual
₪OCCUPATION; Student
₪MAJOR; Potions
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₪HAIR; Veronica's hair is kept long, reaching past her shoulders. She was forced to cut it as a little girl, which pushes her to want it grown out instead of chopped off like a little boy. The only problem with keeping her hair long is that she doesn't take care of herself as well as she possibly could. It has a tendency to look greasy. The fact that she dyed it red doesn't help much. It clumps up. She wears it back in a ponytail, or in pigtails, to hide that it looks so bad. The red has started to fade and her natural dirty blonde shade is starting to fly back in. Needless to say, she hates it.
₪EYES; To give her the 'aryan' appearance, Vee's eyes are a clear blue. She wears a pair of contacts on most days to hide the colors, which give her an eerie appearance, since her pupils don't dialate while wearing them. She doesn't really care that they have a tendency to creep people out. She's rarely seen without them, since she sleeps with them on as well and doesn't bother changing them in public. She changes them while showering.
₪BODY; She's a scrawny, unhealthy looking girl. Her hips are bony, you can see many of her ribs and her legs and arms are thin. But she's tall for a girl, reaching a whopping 5'7". Her limbs are long, her skin is pale and she looks like a ressurected anorexic female. There are constant black circles around her eyes, making her look tired. To add to that, there are scars across her inner and outer thighs, which are small and half-moon shaped. She doesn't like to talk about them. Other than tose offending marks, her skin is relatively flawless. Just very pale.
₪CLOTHES; Contrary to her 'punk' or 'bad girl' appearance, Veronica dresses in a very simple and attractive fashion. Her closets are filled with graphic t-shirts and jeans, and when you open the door you're assaulted with a barrage of canvas high tops and Doc Martins. Her belts are colorful, and she has a plethora of hooded sweatshirts and patterned scarves. She throws things on haphazardly, but it works for her, hanging off of her body to mask her sick appearance.
₪MAKEUP; She wears almost no make-up, occasionally throwing on eyeliner and some cover up to hide any spots that bother her.
₪OTHER; None! Her accent is almost completely gone, so she speaks differently than most other British girls.
₪FACE CLAIM; Dakota Fanning
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₪PERSONALITY; Veronica can be listed in quite a few adjectives. Pushy? Yes. Mean? Sometimes. Friendly? Never. Her world revolves around keeping herself away from other people so they don't upset her. She keeps herself so guarded that it makes it difficult for people to view her as anything but 'freakish' or 'cold'. She's not really cold. Internally, she desperately wants to go back to the way she was as a little girl. She wishes she was spunky and happy, with lots of friends. But she can't bring herself to trust other people so easily, despite the force behind the desires. The way she's so determined to keep herself closed off makes her seem innocent and shy, though it's obvious from the first moment she speaks that she's far from either.[/blockquote]₪PHOBIAS; Nyctophobia; fear of darkness. ----- Arachniphobia; fear of spiders ----- Claustrophobia; fear of small spaces ----- Agoraphobia; fear of crowds ----- Thanatophobia; fear of death and dying
₪BAD HABITS; Nail biter ----- Doodler; she doodles on anything she can get her hands on when she's distressed ----- Hair twirler; she spins and tugs her hair when she's working or trying to concetrate ----- Coffee addict; she has to have at least 5 cups of coffee every day or she's a cow
₪LIKES; Coffee, aquamarine, shiny metal objects, textbooks, alone time, Quidditch, potions class, her owl, herbology, reading, writing, homework, school, the smell of ink, painting, wandering, daydreaming, llamas
₪DISLIKES; Green tea, orange, plastic, magazines, crowded rooms, transfiguration, divination, mice, pop music, howlers, going home for break, the smell of toads, talking to strangers, teachers, fish
₪GOALS; To get the hell out of dodge and actually make something of herself. ----- Become a teacher at Hogwarts to help other students. ----- Finally stop disliking herself.
₪SECRETS; Her father and brother both had their way with her when she was 8. ----- She's harbored a real hatred for her mother since the coma, blaming her mother as being an 'unfit parent'.
₪HOBBIES; Reading and writing poetry and short stories. ----- Knitting. ----- Taking walks by herself while listening to music in forested regions. ----- Sipping coffee and eating candy.
₪HOUSE; Slytherin
₪OTHER; None.
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₪HOMETOWN; Liverpool, England
₪NOW LIVES; London, England
₪FATHER; Jonothon Marcus St. Alderbar > DECEASED
₪MOTHER; Maribelle Magnolia St. Alderbar > COMATOSE
₪SIBLINGS; Kyne David St. Alderbar > brother, 20, deceased; Rosanna Marie St. Alderbar > sister, 26, deceased
₪HISTORY; Veronica's earliest memory is the first night her brother hit her. She was five, and it was raining. She hadn't done anything wrong, really. She had just wanted him to share the cookie he had gotten at dinner. All she had done was ask, and all she had received was a hard slap to the face. It had stung, and it made her eyes water almost immediately. Veronica pushed it to the back of her mind, growing up as the black sheep in her family.
She had been adopted into the St. Alderbar family at the age of three months. They had treated her as their own, always making sure to remind her how lucky she was that they had swooped in and swept her up when they did or she may have been taken by some crack-using family instead of their wealthy one. She just assumed they were right, listening to her new mother closely and doing what she was told to as soon as she was told. Her brother and sister didn't appreciate her as much as her parents did, and were very cruel to her. They claimed she was different. A freak. Her charisma dropped. She slacked off of the 'good girl' list, dropping into a deep depression by the age of eight.
That was when her father and brother decided that she was too pretty to be left to her own time. It was also the first time that she realized she really was different, having scorched her father's arms by some form of unnatural happening in fear. He and her brother left her alone after that moment, turning her family against her and causing her to be the family pariah. Veronica didn't seem to mind, although the blistering hatred that rolled off of her siblings and parents left her in more of a depression than she had started. She began to hate herself as much as they did, refusing to care for herself.
When she recieved her letter to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she was spellbound. Excitement rolled through her veins and she gained some cheer back in her life. Her parents took that as an opportunity to get her out of their house and jumped at the chance. Veronica wasn't allowed home for the holidays, although she had to return at the end of every year. Until the news that her family had turned up deceased. Well, mostly. Her mother had slipped into a coma. The results baffled the authorities, but she understood very well. Death Eater's had somehow managed to creep into her life, invading the corners of her newfound happiness. That left her with no real home to return to, until she met her friend Ophelia. Ophelia's parents took her in, welcoming her back to the wizarding world with happy arms.
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₪NAME; Kiki
₪AGE; 17, baby!
₪HOW YOU FOUND US; Because Griffen's my secret lover~
₪EXPERIENCE; 8-9 years of online RPing.
₪OTHER; Harry Potter, biznitch! That's freaking right!
₪ROLEPLAY SAMPLE;
Cyrus muttered something to himself, lighting a cigarette lazily near the kitchen window. He rubbed his eyes, letting the smoke curl out through the screen in the window. He preferred that his house not smell like smoke, especially for the comfort of his family. I need to quit. That was the only thing his brain had spit out all morning since it was so weighed down with the dope he had shot after he woke up. He sipped his water between drags on his cigarette and his coughing. The morning had been silent for him. He didn't wake up until well after ten, which was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. It also meant he had missed his classes again, which bummed him out. But he got to spend his morning with Luci, which wasn't bad, espcially since Dean had left to go...somewhere. He wasn't sure. Sometimes he believed Dean was on just as much narcotics as himself. It would explain the bad attitude.
He rested his head on the counter, holding his arm up towards the window so the smoke went out it instead of filtering through the room first. He didn't want to give Luci cancer next to the paralyzation. The thought made him laugh bitterly to himself. It wasn't as obvious to everyone else as it was to him how he felt about the accident that had happened ten or so years ago. He started to chew on the inside of his lips in frustration, dropping his cigarette in the sink and turning it on to put it out.
That's when the phone rang. The sound split his head open and broke the fragile silence he had been in. With a grumble, he answered. "Hello?" He sighed, picking at his nails. It's probably for Dean or myself...well, if it's for Dean, I can probably make it for myself. It thought made him smirk, which disappeared instantly when the other end of the line started to talk. "Hello, is this the Sherlock residence?" Cyrus had been to the emergency room enough to know that this was the hospital. But who was in the hospital? He had three brothers who did what they pleased. "Yeah. This is them." A rush of panic surged through him.
"This is Crowsnest Pass Hospital. We've just admitted a...," the nurse paused and Cyrus started to get his coat while he waited. "Dean Patrick Sherlock to our intensive care unit. We're calling to alert his legal guardian." Cyrus snorted. "He's our 'legal guardian', you dumb bitch." That was his final say before hanging up the phone. The panic had bubbled over and started to turn into anger at the edges, a common thing with Cyrus' feelings. He started to debate. Should he tell Luci now? Was it a good idea to get her all upset about this? No, but she'll wonder where we are. He sighed and went to tell Luci what had happened.
"Luci, there's something I have to tell you." The words sounded like a death sentence rolling off his tongue.
He rested his head on the counter, holding his arm up towards the window so the smoke went out it instead of filtering through the room first. He didn't want to give Luci cancer next to the paralyzation. The thought made him laugh bitterly to himself. It wasn't as obvious to everyone else as it was to him how he felt about the accident that had happened ten or so years ago. He started to chew on the inside of his lips in frustration, dropping his cigarette in the sink and turning it on to put it out.
That's when the phone rang. The sound split his head open and broke the fragile silence he had been in. With a grumble, he answered. "Hello?" He sighed, picking at his nails. It's probably for Dean or myself...well, if it's for Dean, I can probably make it for myself. It thought made him smirk, which disappeared instantly when the other end of the line started to talk. "Hello, is this the Sherlock residence?" Cyrus had been to the emergency room enough to know that this was the hospital. But who was in the hospital? He had three brothers who did what they pleased. "Yeah. This is them." A rush of panic surged through him.
"This is Crowsnest Pass Hospital. We've just admitted a...," the nurse paused and Cyrus started to get his coat while he waited. "Dean Patrick Sherlock to our intensive care unit. We're calling to alert his legal guardian." Cyrus snorted. "He's our 'legal guardian', you dumb bitch." That was his final say before hanging up the phone. The panic had bubbled over and started to turn into anger at the edges, a common thing with Cyrus' feelings. He started to debate. Should he tell Luci now? Was it a good idea to get her all upset about this? No, but she'll wonder where we are. He sighed and went to tell Luci what had happened.
"Luci, there's something I have to tell you." The words sounded like a death sentence rolling off his tongue.
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