Post by PROFESSOR ALEXANDRA SNAPE ! on Jul 23, 2011 17:52:00 GMT -5
ALEXANDRA LILY SNAPE
"Compare me to my Mother, and I’ll hex you into the next century – compare me to my Father, and you’re that much closer to being… interesting to me."
"Compare me to my Mother, and I’ll hex you into the next century – compare me to my Father, and you’re that much closer to being… interesting to me."
BACK TO BASICS
[/font][/b][/color]Alexandra Snape , 29 , Potions Master at Hogwarts / The small house she was raised in, Spinners End , A white, short-haired cat , Half-blood[/font][/center]
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]In all honesty, I do dislike mudbloods, which is about half the reason I hate my mother. I hate the dirty blood she gave me, and so I believe anyone with diluted blood should try and best rectify their less-than-stellar status in any way possible – which is what I myself have worked so hard for, for years now. As for mudbloods and muggles… They are no better than house elves. Of course, attending Durmstrang and becoming a Death Eater at sixteen helped cement this view, one my father and I never did quiet see eye-to-eye on, what with both mudblood wenches he loved.
FAMILY MATTERS
[/font][/b][/color]Ciara O’Connell (she passed away when Alex was eight) , Severus Snape (canon death) , no siblings.[/font][/center]
PERSONALITY
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]Alex tends to be rather shy at first, and compulsively paranoid when in a new place. But, she will open up once she gets to know a person, and she will become more relaxed once she gets to know a place. When in a crow of unfamiliar people, she would often rather be a wall-flower and just observe. If she knows even one person, however, she will latch onto that person. Though she won’t say much, if anything, she’ll be said person’s silent shadow. She has few friends, as she tends to be quite forthright with her words. She is often very brutally honest, brusquely blunt, even. Should the time call for it, however, she can be serious as the rest of them. She also takes it upon herself to protect her friends, often though they don't need it, and sometimes at the risk of her own life. Alex can also be quite snappish when irritated. She has a sunny personality most of the time, but on her bad days, that same sun can be scorching.
When confronted about something she has a sore spot for, things get testy. She will either retreat back into herself and merely stare unnervingly until she is left alone, or she will lash out and make sure her cutting words take suspicion off of the original topic. Also, though her friends have tried their hardest, she tends to be quite anti-social – often, she likes it that way. She would do anything to make her father proud, but not for any other reason than that she wants him to love her again. Ever since she started Hogwarts, and especially since her third year, Alex has hated change, which made her very resistant to many things in her life. However, oddly enough, she surprised even herself when she accepted her lesbianism without a second thought. Being slightly indecisive, Alex has yet to take sides in the current events. Though she knows where she would align herself, if she could make up had damn mind, she has yet to make her thoughts known to anyone. All in all, she’s been described as at tomboy by many, and is quite happy with this definition of her personality.
Lesbian, tomboy, semi-bipolar, weird;
women, Quidditch, books, potions, writing / men, bad weather, not being able to be outside, being compared to her mother, having her father’s portrait lecture her
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]Alex is tall, almost abnormally so for a woman, as she stands at an inch or two above six foot. She is also extremely skinny, both traits she inherited from her father. Her hair is about shoulder-length at longest, and auburn in color; it looks almost as if someone took a lawnmower to it, with the way almost every strand is some different length. This she inherited from her mother (the color, not the crazy lengths) a woman of direct Irish descent, whom looked much like a certain other redhead Alex's father once knew... She also shares her father’s back eyes, along with his pale skin, though hers lacks any sallow-ness and is simply extremely pale.
Tall, skinny, redhead, pale, through-and-through Snape
Alex in all her uh… uniqueness.
MAGICAL ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]Durmstrang Institute , 1995 , patronus (fox) – Occlumens / Legilimens – extremely good with potions – very well versed in curses, hexes, jinxes, and transfiguration – reasonably well versed in arithmacy, ancient runs, and astronomy – adequate in herbology, history of magic, and care of magican creatures , Black Ironwood – 16 inches – Dragon Heart String core
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YOUR ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]A post with a very similar character, from Free Your Soul, another Harry Potter roleplay forum
A tall, thin girl with hair the color of blood made her way down the aide of the train. Despite her boyish attire – a slightly lose emerald green dress shirt with the Slytherin emblem sewn into the breast pocket, fitted jeans (size 0, if anyone cared), and small-heeled ankle boots – she was obviously female. Her long, haphazardly cut hair was pulled back into a very messy ponytail, with any strand of hair not quite long enough (all were cut at different lengths) to be held by the band falling into her face. Her eyes were black, and her skin was pale; her cheekbones were sharp, and just slightly haughty.
Obviously, she was a Slytherin, but she was a special Slytherin. Why, you ask? Simply put, this was for two reasons - both ones that should have made anyone suspicious of her. The slightly more known fact, was that she was none-other than Severus Snape's eldest and only child. (Oh, he never treated her any different in class, nor showed any hint of affection when others were around, but in private he was slightly less cold.) The second, known only to herself, her father, and perhaps one or two of her closest friends, was that she was a member of the Resistance, a spy because of the fact that the old fool Dumbledore liked her so much. Though it may have seemed random, only after noting all of this would one take notice of the emerald studs in her ears, or the silver bracelet which hung from one boney wrist.
The redhead had been sent by her friends to get some food, mainly because they wanted some, and she was the only one who wouldn't eat any of it. She hadn't been eating sweets for about two years now, but that wasn't the half of it. For roughly a year now, though her father never really seemed to take not of it, she had been eating barely anything at meals, if she ate at all. Her friends worried, but they chose to stay silent; this was mostly because they knew she could blast them into the next millennium if they riled her up enough.
Soon enough, she came upon a small group of first years. Unsorted, puny, and innocent-looking, they were. She sneered in slight disgust. She had always disliked first years, even when she was one herself. As a friend of hers had once said, "Even first years dislike first years." The fifth year female's sneering carried into her words when she finally spoke. Leaning against one of the compartment doors close at hand, she crossed her bony, pale arms over her chest (her arms could be seen because the sleeves of her shirt were rolled up past her elbows).
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of little firsties. Not lost, I hope."
Her mocking, sneering tone conveyed that she hoped they were.
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