Post by rileo on Apr 5, 2009 11:09:26 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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Hailey James Wood[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES:Hailo, Hail.
AGE:18
D.O.B.:April 14, 1989
ALLEGIANCE:Death Eater
PROFESSION:Possibly in the ministry [muahaha] if not, just a Death Eater.
WAND TYPE:Hawthorne and Unicorn tail, 8 1/2 inches.
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR:Brown
HEIGHT:5'6"
WEIGHT:110
BODY TYPE:Skinny, with a small sense of abs.
VOICE:Creamy and seductive. Nothing high pitched and irritating.
PERSONAL STYLE:Would feel most comfortable in a simple t-shirt and jeans, but usually finds herself in the latest and greatest.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:Having the last name Wood can make most of the people automatically think you're the perfect little blood traitor. But Hailey would rather rip you apart than be your friend. She has the tendency to walk into a room and make heads turn and pants rise. Though she would barely notice. She's too concerned about what her next move is, what she can do to make someone surprised at what she does. And she usually accomplishes this. It's hard to hold her attention. If she's not interested in you, then you'll have better luck with a mule. She likes to stick to the unexpected and would always prefer to be somewhere else.
Her clothes wouldn't have you suggesting that she's from a poor family. Hailey makes it very clear that she's of high stature. Only having the most vintage and up-to-date styles in her wardrobe, she adds more names to her collection at almost every chance she gets. She makes sure that everything is coordinated, or she feels like a halfbreed.
You can tell Hailey isn't worried about her looks. She knows she looks good all the time, and she works to keep it that way. She's never played any sports, but she always takes a small run in the morning to make sure she doesn't become a fat slob. Although she might be able to hold her own, she prefers to let others handle that sort of business for her, she doesn't waste her energy on people with short tempers.
Hailey's skin isn't pale, but it isn't dark either. It is of that somewhat creamy texture that would make you think you're looking at a painting. It's touch is the same, smooth feel. Though you would need a REALLY good excuse to be touching her. Her hair is almost always down and slightly curled at the ends, but she does like to pull it up from time to time. Despite what most think, she is probably one of the only pure blood families to NOT be related to the Malfoys.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES:Sweets, butterbeer, people that think they are better than her, mistaking her for a blood traitor, arguing, getting ill, stupid mistakes, stupid people, mediocre imbeciles, thunder and lightning storms.
GOALS:
- Find someone that will love her completely, for more than just her looks.
- Snag a job at the Ministry.
- Live a happy life that other people would die for.
BOGGART: Her biggest fear, despite what others might think, is being left alone. Although she acts like she wants her space from the idiots of life all the time, she is actually scared to death of not being wanted or needed. She needs to be around people maybe more than they need her around.
PATRONUS: Hailey's best memory, although she is no longer in contact with her parents, is when she was around five years old. Her father had just given her a new doll, porcelain skin and all. She reveled in the feeling that he told her it looked just like her. A perfect little girl. Since that was basically the last compliment she ever received from him, it's the closest to her heart.
DEMENTOR: Her worst memory is when she killed one of her family's closest friends for the Dark Lord. This memory keeps her up at nights, but mostly when its storming out.
AMORENTIA:
- Almond and honey.
- Men's cologne and aftershave. It makes her feel like she's being cared for.
- The strong smell of a fire. She likes the homey smell that it gives off and the sound creates a warm feeling for her.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Materialistic, smart, sarcastic, outgoing, superficial, bubbly[when she wants to be], relaxed, sometimes vain, strong-willed, and proud.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Jemma Wood
BROTHER(S): Trace Wood (deceased)
SISTER(S): None
OTHER:None
BLOOD STATUS: Pure blood
HOMETOWN:Surrey/Whiltshire. Northwest England
CURRENT RESIDENCE:Her own home. Has no specific dubbed name.
BIOGRAPHY:Hailey Wood was born on April 14th to Oliver and Jemma Wood. She was raised with the idea of unity among blood races, but picked up her own knowledge and created her own ideas, following many other pure bloods. Being the daughter of Oliver Wood was never quite an easy task, as Hailey soon found. Being the Quidditch freak that he was, he was almost always gone. Playing games and watching games, and breathing games. When she reached Hogwarts she was sorted into Slytherin before the hat even touched her head, much to the dismay of her parents. At Hogwarts, she was one of the most influential students there, her grades surpassing many brilliant past students. Even though her grades were outstanding, that didn't do anything to change her personality, which was cold and biting if you got on her bad side. When she went home for the summers, she stayed in her room until she found something to do. Which was usually at night. She would go to parties and wouldn't return until early the next morning, causing havoc between her parents. Her brother, Trace, didn't tend to interfere. He was the perfect child, sorted into Gryffindor and living up to their expectations. Hailey could only shake her head at him as he followed their ideals of unity and respect.
Hailey's first act of 'judgement' would be what ultimately ruins her relationship with her parents completely. She was charged with the duty of killing off a close family friend. Apparently he was getting in the way. Not knowing he was a close friend, she tortured him and killed him swiftly, something that haunts her during many stormy nights. That night followed her getting the Dark Mark for her accomplishment. Her parents spotted it only a week later when she was cleaning the dishes. An argument ensued, which led to many broken plates, and finally to Hailey packing her things and leaving promptly. Since then, she's never had anyone to help her on her way, which makes her very proud when it comes to people helping her. She feels she can do it herself and is determined to prove it. Hailey found herself a small job modeling occasionally, which proved to pay the bills easily, but never took it up quite professionally.
She moved away from Surrey once she had enough money and into Whiltshire, where she found herself most comfortable. With her money, she bought the best house that she could afford. Hailey found it easy to live on her own without her parents targeting her every move. And since she was now a Death Eater, she could rest easy with the fact that she did things her way and people respected that. She didn't tend to get many calls from home, granted the occasional from Trace, which she surprisingly found that she enjoyed. Hailey would invite Trace to her house and they would spend nights talking until they fell asleep in their chairs, tea getting cold on the side tables. She was heart broken the day he fell ill. No one knew exactly what had caused the sudden illness, nor could anyone determine exactly what it was. Was it phenomena? Or was it Lupus? Whatever it was, it killed him in little than five weeks. After the funeral, she never spoke to her parents again. She no longer had reason too.
Soon she would make her way into the Ministry, a dream of hers since she was a small girl. And with bigger intentions other than just fulfilling her needs. Spying might be an easy thing. Hailey lives alone and doesn't have anyone to care for her, and although she prefers it that way, she's still looking for the one person to make her smile genuinely.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE:Around 4 years.
HOW YOU FOUND US:Hmm...I would have to say through the previous site. The one that died =[
OTHER CHARACTERS:None at the moment. XD
RP SAMPLE:
Riley walked along the streets in dismay. Where would she go now? Without Cody by her side, she was lost. Even more so then before. Why would something like this happen to her? After all this, God was still shoving her to the side, ignoring her existence. God. Riley wasn't even sure he was a real person. She knew that she should, being taught that way, but for some reason she shunned the idea. There was no God. If there was, where was he now? She was forgotten. With this in mind, she sank to her knees, tears flowing. She was ashamed, but she couldn't stop. The tears came, pouring out of her eyes like rain. She wished for rain now. To caress her, to flow down her broken body. It would make her feel better, if only for a little while.
"Are you alright, child?"
The voice made her jump with fear. Was it God? She looked up with big, wet eyes, only to find a small man looking down on her.
"I'm fine, sir." she replied meekly.
"Then stand up. Your posture will slink you over with age."
Reluctantly, she slowly stood up. She was perplexed that this man could order her around so easily. But she didn't care anymore. He was the only one to show her any attention after Cody had passed. Everyone else looked on at her in shame. A street rat, a broken soul, a freak, was all they saw.
"Come. You shall live with me. You look like you could do with a proper education." He then turned and began hobbling down the street. Sighing deeply, Riley followed him off into the night.
Why was she bothering to follow this man? It wasn't that he seemed loving and caring. No, far from it. She wouldn't even waste her time if Cody was still around. But that was just it. He wasn't around. Nobody was around. She was quite alone in the world. And this old man was offering her food and shelter for almost nothing. Education. She shrugged to herself as she thought about it. There was no harm. Learning wasn't a crime and she could stand to learn a few more things about herself, how she thought. How could she have known that the one thing in the world to ever feel safe for her, would be sending her away to one of the worst places she could think of? She couldn't.
"Are you alright, child?"
The voice made her jump with fear. Was it God? She looked up with big, wet eyes, only to find a small man looking down on her.
"I'm fine, sir." she replied meekly.
"Then stand up. Your posture will slink you over with age."
Reluctantly, she slowly stood up. She was perplexed that this man could order her around so easily. But she didn't care anymore. He was the only one to show her any attention after Cody had passed. Everyone else looked on at her in shame. A street rat, a broken soul, a freak, was all they saw.
"Come. You shall live with me. You look like you could do with a proper education." He then turned and began hobbling down the street. Sighing deeply, Riley followed him off into the night.
Why was she bothering to follow this man? It wasn't that he seemed loving and caring. No, far from it. She wouldn't even waste her time if Cody was still around. But that was just it. He wasn't around. Nobody was around. She was quite alone in the world. And this old man was offering her food and shelter for almost nothing. Education. She shrugged to herself as she thought about it. There was no harm. Learning wasn't a crime and she could stand to learn a few more things about herself, how she thought. How could she have known that the one thing in the world to ever feel safe for her, would be sending her away to one of the worst places she could think of? She couldn't.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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