Post by lailaqueen on Mar 4, 2010 5:39:23 GMT -5
LAILA ALICE QUEEN
"don't try to fix me I'm not broken"
"don't try to fix me I'm not broken"
BACK TO BASICS
[/font][/b][/color]laila queen, 17 , hufflepuff
hogwarts castle , otto (cat), half blood[/font][/center]
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]What the hell is up with all this pureblood elitist crap? Just because your blood is 'pure' doesn't mean you're a witch or wizard. You are by no means smarter than the rest of us with 'tainted' blood. This is just stupid. And those of you who do think like that just need to pull your heads out of your butts and take a look around. I'm a muggle born and my skill is probably ten times as great as half you of you low life freaks. I bet you're all talk and no action. Eh?
I think all witches and wizards should be treated equally no matter what their blood status is. All races call for a little bit of diversity and the wizarding race is no different. You would all be screwed if some of us didn't procreate with muggles. You all just need to get off your high horses and take a look around. We're not that bad. Really.
FAMILY MATTERS
[/font][/b][/color]Alice (muggle, mum), Derek (wizard, father) , Darren (wizard, brother, 20) , Victoria (Witch, half-sister, 17), Jacob (wizard, dead, brother)[/font][/center]
PERSONALITY
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]Laila is generally a nice person to be around. She's very accepting of others and very trusting. She's a loyal friend. However she lacks in the self esteem department and you will often find that people tend to walk all over her. She tends to bend over backwards to make people happy and will put herself through misery if it means seeing someone else smile. She often receives criticism for being a half blood and in hufflepuff and she's not very good at sticking up for herself. When Laila is angry she tends to ignore her surroundings rather than confronting the issues as she isn't able to find the voice within her to do so.
- loyal, friendly, accepting, independent, too trusting, distracted easily -
LIKES:: boys [&&] girls, mascara, high heels, sunnies, muggle stationary, random dancing, singing in the shower, transfiguration, glitter, random conversations, photos, summers, rain, ice cream.
DISLIKES:: stuck up bitches, drama queens, clowns, winter, the cold, snow, hypocrites, pureblood elitists.
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]Laila has long hair that reaches the middle of her back easily. It's naturally straight and of a dark brown colour. She has a straight cut fringe that sits just above her bright blue eyes. She puts her face on daily, remembering always to use mascara and eye liner and on other days dressing her eyes up a bit more. Laila wears all sorts of colours and is rarely fussed about her outfit. Although she puts in the effort to look nice she'll wear any sort of clothing, providing that it's clean.
- colourful, random, exciting, quirky, unique -
le gasp
MAGICAL ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]hogwarts, still attending
Oak, 10 inches, contains a Veela hair
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YOUR ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]THIS IS WITH A DIFFERENT CHARACTER FROM A DIFFERENT SITE, BECAUSE THIS IS A NEW VERSION OF LAILA FOR ME AND I'M STILL TRYING TO GET A FEEL FOR HER (:
When Emily was a little girl her cousin had taken her out for ice cream one afternoon. She must've been seven or eight, maybe it was just before her ninth birthday, Emily couldn't remember. She could remember, however, that when she had gotten to the ice cream parlour it had been closed. And to add to that it had started raining. This wasn't meant to be a happy memory by any means. Her cousin had tried to keep out by suggesting to take her to the book store or even to the toy store but Emily had just wanted to go home. After an hour and a half's worth of arguing Emily's cousin decided she'd kept Emily out of the house for long enough and she thought it would be safe to let her go back home. How wrong she was. Emily pushed open the door and ran upstairs to her room. There was nothing wrong with this. What was wrong was when she passed one of the guest rooms she found the door was open. Her parents always had the guest room doors closed. Always. So Emily stuck her in and went to close the door, instead she ended up standing in the doorway watching a little show. Her mum was naked and so was the man bent over her. This was Emily Louise Oliver's introduction to sex.
Emily remembered that day like it was yesterday even though she didn't remember much of her past. This being said, her life could be easily summed up in just a few words. Drunk. Whore. Imperfect. Emily sat by the lake her feet just sitting in the water. She didn't have shoes, she hadn't bothered to even put them on when she'd left her dormitory. Her fingers closed around the neck of the bottle of firewhisky next to her and she brought it to her lips, pouring the alcohol down her throat. This was her third bottle of the night. She knew she shouldn't, but she'd never been one to follow the rules and do as she was supposed to.
It was almost midnight and Emily had been drinking since about four o clock. She was not in a good state. She'd spent the majority of the afternoon crouched in one of the bathrooms, her sleeves pulled down over her arms, wrapped around her knees which she had pulled close to her chest. She'd rested her head against the wall and silently tears had begun to fall slowly from her eyes. Emily didn't cry, no, she was not one to be caught up in the world of emotions. At this point in time she had disappeared into her dormitory and sat on her bed, curtains drawn around it, and she slowly made it through two bottles. At about eleven o'clock she sent one particular person an owl. She needed to speak to him. She needed to tell him and if she didn't do it now she probably wouldn't ever do it.
So here Emily was sitting by the lake in the middle of the night. It had only just started to rain, but only ever so slightly. A little drizzle perhaps. Emily didn't notice. She could probably blame her run make-up on it and instead of a result of her tears. Here Emily sat waiting for one Martin St Vawn, the Hogwarts Librarian. She doubted he would come. It was midnight after all, and it was rather cold out. Emily didn't mind. She would wait all night for him to come because she needed to see him. She took another gulp of her firewhisky and waited. Listening for his footsteps.
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