Post by vaisey on Jul 21, 2011 14:20:16 GMT -5
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Alias: Emi
RP Experience: Six years on and off
Other Characters on the site: None
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Basic Character Info
Full Name: Edith Vaisey
Nickname/s: None
Age: 14
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Occupation: Student
Education Level: Fourth-year
House: Slytherin
More Information
History: The Vaisey family are not rich; they are not well-established and aren’t extremely popular amongst the wizard community. They are inclusive, fussy and like to show off. Edith’s father is a fantastic salesman of imported materials and has quite a good trading market in England. Most of the fabrics he finds are sold directly to businesses as uniform, as Egyptian cloth has some resistant and protective magical qualities. He is gaudy, flashy and always off gallivanting in different countries when he sniffs out the cheapest goods. So Edith sees more of her Mother. Their marriage is just for show, however, just like everything else.
Edith’s Mother is very wary of the appearance of the family, and is quite strict with Edith and her younger brother. Punishment was met with having their mouths washed out with all-purpose cleaner or having to doxycide the house. Edith was prudent when she began Hogwarts as if trying to set an example to her younger sibling, but it’s just for show. Her behaviour at home is very different to at school, where it took her a careful number of years to realise there were short cuts to everything. Being in Slytherin came as no surprise and she fits in perfectly.
Personality:
Likes: Older boys, potions classes, sugar quills, having popularity, Witch Weekly, gossiping, flying on her broomstick, adventure, showing off, Hogsmeade sales, sneaking out and iced buns.
Dislikes: The astronomy tower, filth, herbology, being alone or quietness, insects, first-years, prefects, winter food at Hogwarts, noisy boys, fingernail biters and boastfulness.
Appearance
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue-grey
Complexion: Fair
Description: Average height, normal size and with pale skin. Her face is round and her eyes often look mean, but they're more focused. She has small freckles on her nose.
When wearing uniform during the week, she prefers to shorten the hem of her skirt by cutting it off with magic and prefers black stockings over natural. In class she ties back her long, thick hair into a toggle at the top of her head. The higher the pony tail the better. Usually it is drawn back with such severity that it pins back her eyes slightly; a look she thinks to be flattering. She likes wearing little touches of jewlery but nothing special and often tries to get the latest Veela Keela lip shades. At a weekend, her hair escapes the mould and falls to her back. She will wear muggle attire then, consisting of her favourite pair of jeans.
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Celebrity: Sarah Bolger
RP Example
The ground was rippling with pearls of light like a cascade of water, as the canopy above flittered with the summery breeze. He stepped carefully through the brambles, looking up past the birches, through their leaves and to the sky above: he hadn’t seen such an unblemished blue all year long. He stood to admire it briefly. His boots ceased their noisy crunching and now there were only the gentle sounds of wind through trees and various birds making their calls. Nature swelled and won over his senses, and for a moment he longed for the simpler things in life. Suddenly, as though plunging out all the poetry gushing through his head, he returned to reality when envisioning his friends teasing him. None of them knew of these little excursions to the forbidden forest in the early mornings: they all slated him enough for being awake and ready before them.
“Sias, you’re bleeding again.”
It was breakfast time and the noise of the great hall channelled into his ears so harshly that he jumped. There was a chorus of laughter which followed suit. Smiling in embarrassment, Sias instinctively dabbed around his face in hope of finding a cut.
“Oh right, where?” he asked, and as his friend Dienna indicated, Sias wiped at it a few times as though that sufficed. It was just a little cut. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he began to grab everything in the nearest vicinity that wouldn’t require eating with cutlery. He hated using cutlery. An apple seemed to be the most worthy choice, and luckily everyone on the Gryffindor table began talking again about the upcoming Hogsmeade trip. He was glad not to be inputting to the conversation, as most of the girls seemed to be excited about the street festival and what colour dress robes they wanted to get.
Sias glanced around the table, chewing slowly. This morning when coming back out of the forest, he had seen a distinctive set of tracks that weren’t his but belonged to a human. Perhaps a girl, because their feet were small. His muddy green eyes looked up at the enchanted ceiling as he wondered who it could have been.