NOTT, rebecca arlene

[becca]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] REBECCA ARLENE NOTT

NICKNAMES: BECCA, BECKY, REBECK

AGE: SIXTEEN

D.O.B.: OCTOBER SEVENTH

ALLEGIANCE: NONE

PROFESSION: STUDENT

WAND TYPE: 11 INCHES, VEELA HAIR, CHERRY WOOD

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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[/B] BLOND

EYE COLOUR: BROWN

HEIGHT: 5’5”

WEIGHT: 115 pd

BODY TYPE: SLIM

VOICE: Rebecca’s voice is often soft and soothing. She speaks both quietly, but somehow, there’s always has a quality about it that can charm anyone. Her veela blood can make her voice irresistible and seductive. She doesn’t put any effort into it, but she kind of likes the way it gives her power. The only problem is when she gets upset, her voice tends to have a dark side to it and can make anyone shudder.

PERSONAL STYLE: She likes to wear more sophisticated kind of clothing- a little more muggle style. There are a couple reasons why though. One, her charm seems to already be working and so she realized that she didn’t really need to wear anything too nice, since all they usually fall for is her appearance and her voice. Two, Becca realized that her clothing is one of the things that upsets her father. Apparently to him, it’s ‘rebelling’ by wearing ‘inferior’ clothes- muggle clothes. She usually doesn’t have the guts to disobey him so wearing those types of clothes is one of the only ways she can show. Becca sometimes applies a little bit of make up just to make any visible blotches go away, just for safety.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Becca has long wavy blonde hair that was inherited from her mother. She stands at about 5’5” and weighs an average of one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her skin tone is fair with no blemishes on it. She has never gotten any pimples, moles, rashes, scars, or such because of her heritage. Her cheeks are always rosy and her brown eyes are constantly shining. Her body type is slim that could almost pass off as a model’s body. If it weren’t for her veela aura, she probably would’ve been considered normal and wouldn’t have been able to do many of the things in the pureblooded world.


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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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`` BOYS
`` BEING ATTRACTIVE
`` GETTING HER WAY
`` CHARMS
`` SHOPPING
`` DETECTING LIES
`` BEING RIGHT
`` WORKING HARD
`` SURPRISES
`` DANCING

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
`` HER FATHER
`` BEING USED
`` ONE NIGHT STANDS
`` BAD DAYS
`` PRESSURE
`` BEING EMBARASSED
`` BEING ORDERED
`` INTERUPPTIONS
`` FAILING
`` EXPECTATIONS

GOALS:
`` TO STAND UP TO HER FATHER
`` MOVE OUT OF LONDON
`` TO BE RESPECTED
`` MAKE IT OUT IN THE ‘REAL WORLD’
`` MAKE A DECISCION

BOGGART:
`` Her biggest fear is probably to get lost in the world. Becca isn’t too sure what she wants to do in the world at the moment and having her father be a supporter of the Dark Lord, her path seems to already have been chosen. She’s not too sure that she wants to go the ways of Dark Magic and feels too pressured to choose quickly. Becca knows that what they’re doing is wrong, but never speaks out about it since she’s only one person and assumes that one person can never do anything. She does always wonder what would happen if she were to speak out of her place, but just thinking of the possibilities always gives her the chills. No, it’s usually better to keep on the safer side.

PATRONUS:
`` Becca’s best memory contains of her mother. When she was younger, she and her mum used to go to the markets and buy the groceries together. The memory seems very simple, but she used to live in France with her mum. The flashes of bright colors, friendly greetings, and the smells of fresh food still rings in her mind. Becca used to love shopping with her mum because they would spend time after shopping, going to the café and getting things to eat and drink. Her mum used to talk to her about everything and it made her trust her mum even more.

DEMENTOR:
`` The day she had to leave her mum’s house was the worst day ever. Becca still remembers having to leave the house and crying. She was only seven years old, but it still scarred her. Her father was an unknown figure in her life and she had never really questioned her mum about him. When Harry Potter was killed and the Dark Lord quickly gained more power, Becca was forced from her mum in France to her father that lived in London. She still remembers that it was a dreary day and it had started to rain when she left. It was a horrible memory and even now Becca doesn’t like to think of it.

AMORENTIA:
`` FRESH FRUIT
`` PERFUME
`` FRENCH PASTERIES

BASIC PERSONALITY:
`` ATTRACTIVE
`` DETERMINED
`` INDEPENDENT
`` CHARMING
`` STRONG
`` HARDWORKING
`` STUBBORN
`` QUIET
`` CUNNING
`` SLY

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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[/B] THEODORE MITCHELL NOTT, pureblood

MOTHER: ISABELLE ARLENE AMES, veela

BROTHER(S): HALF BROTHER

SISTER(S): NONE

OTHER: KATHERYN MICHELLE NOTT (STEP MOTHER)

BLOOD STATUS: HALFBREED

HOMETOWN: LILLE, FRANCE

CURRENT RESIDENCE: LONDON, ENGLAND

BIOGRAPHY:
It was a dark night when Theodore Nott went to the black magic club. He wasn’t in the mood for doing anything, only hanging with the boys, drinking, and maybe flirt with a couple girls. He was especially not planning on falling for one of them. His eyes landed on an attractive girl named Isabelle Ames- who was a French veela. She refused to fall for his charm, but somehow he managed to seduce her and in the morning, Isabelle found herself in his apartment. They never promised each other marriage or anything, so over the months, there was no communication between the two. It was only a simple one night stand. Soon, Isabelle found herself pregnant. She didn’t mention it to anyone, but finally settled down by herself in an apartment. She already loved the baby and decided to name it ‘Rebecca’, since it seemed like a modern name.

Rebecca was born on October seventh at five o’clock in the evening. She was beautiful at birth and her mother already adored the young girl. Even though she didn’t want to tell Theo Nott, Isabelle felt obligated since he was the true father of their new baby. She wrote to him in a letter explaining that their daughter would live in France for a while. Her father didn’t seem to care much for the girl, saying that he was pleased she was doing well and wishing their daughter luck. Becca grew up under the care of her mother in France and loved everything about it. She loved the food, the history, the location, and everything. She learned to appreciate the beauty of the place and became attached to the city itself. She didn’t even realize her veela blood because she was always captivated with the city’s beauty. Becca loved France with all her heart. Her mother sent her to a French school and she was instantly a hit. She was popular among her classmates and she was always going to other kids’ houses.

She was only seven when the letter came. She still remembers her mother’s horror struck face when she finished reading the letter. Theo had apparently gotten remarried to a pureblood women and now had a son, that was a year older than she was. Becca was being sent to London because the Dark Lord had finally triumphed over the famous Harry Potter and had claimed England. Theo wanted his daughter to come to London so she could “be raised like a proper pureblood” and she would have a much easier time since he was already “close to the Dark Lord”. Against her will, her mum knew that she had no choice and so she sent Becca to live with her father. The moment she stepped into the house, she knew that this was going to be much different than her home back in France. Her father didn’t do anything as much as greeting her before going off to work and her step mother didn’t seem interested in her new daughter either. Her new half-brother seemed a bit kinder in his welcome to her, but she wasn’t too excited to start her own life.

She learned how to act, behave, think, and everything in pureblood society. By the time she was eleven, Becca’s father was satisfied with her. He encouraged her to pursue on the darker path and introduced her to the Death Eaters. It was obvious that she was to become one of them. The idea scared her, but she didn’t say anything about it to her father. One thing that she had learned was that emotions were highly disapproved of and if she were to keep a high position, she should just say yes or no with all one expression. Becca charmed her father’s friends by both her veela blood and behavior. She was always the little ‘trophy’ when she was younger and even then, she didn’t feel like she was getting enough attention.

When Becca started Hogwarts, it was much different from everything her mum told her about. It was sorted in what your blood status was. Unfortunately, she went to the half-breeds. She never considered herself so different from everyone else, but being half veela made her different and awkward. She spent her first year trying to get used to everything. It was a bit hard for her since only four years ago she had moved and now she was being forced to move somewhere else. Becca was shy and quiet in her first year. She tried to make friends, but she never realized that it would be so hard for her to do so. Most of her classmates were bitter and if they were her friends, it was usually because of her appearance. She had the aura that attracted people to want her, even if she just wanted to be alone.

By her fifth year, she got used to the attention. Becca also had adjusted to the environment, therefore having a bit of an arrogant air to her. Yet if you knew her well, you’d know that she was just a girl wanting to be loved and respected. Even though she acted arrogant, she was usually trying to help people. Becca was just always the odd one out, no matter how hard she tried. When she was alone, she liked to dance, something that her mum had taught her. She was known as the quiet and shy girl and even in her sixth year- now- she still is a bit off to many people. Many question about her unusual habits, accent, and aura, but she prefers to keep them from everyone else.

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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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[/B] KESSIE

RP EXPERIENCE: ABOUT A YEAR

HOW YOU FOUND US: A YEAR

OTHER CHARACTERS: NONE

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••• With your pretty blue eyes,
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••• five o’clock••• clock tower

She nudged him once more, ”It might be my evil twin! She's been on the move lately, ever since she's heard about the masquerade ball. I heard she's planning on ruining it,” Beth said as her smile grew. Something she loved about Dell was that she was always able to joke around with him. She wasn't able to do that with many other people, but she enjoyed it when she was able too. She always liked to kid around whenever she was able to. Beth laughed again, ”All those deeds you've mentioned seems horrible! Only a criminal would be able to commit such serious crimes!” Times like these were usually the things that sparked their inside jokes. They had many of them and the thing that she loved was that only the two of them ever knew what the other was saying.

Beth mocked a gasp. She stuck her tongue out at him and then laughed. ”What a horrible thing to say! Of course Neville would date me. We're practically soul mates,” she smiled, giggling. It was so wonderful to have that ability to say things to someone without having worry about what you said. It was like a typewriter. She was able to type without ever having to correct her mistake. She felt a little bad for using poor Neville Longbottom to use as a joke, but it was better than using him than someone like Draco Malfoy who had done tons of things and would never pay the price. She despised people like that. Of course due to her personality, it never showed when she was around them, but that was beside the point.

She smiled, liking the fact that they were always referring to different conversations in the past. That was one reason why she liked to see peoples' expressions when they listened in. It was funny to see their confused and amused looks. Still, she sometiemes felt guilty for it. When it came to their friendship, Beth tended to get a bit protective and exclusive about the whole thing, no matter how much they pushed their limits. She couldn't help it. ”Or Twinkle Twinkle Little Star- we'll dedicate it to Nena,” she said, reading his mind. Beth adored his younger sister. She was cute and so much like her older brother that she couldn't help but coo over her whenever they met up again. She had meet his sister a couple times, or at least enough times that Nena finally recognized her. Beth loved the little girl to death and could see how it would become an obsessive thing to care about her.

”My back's quite fine, thank you very much,” she said, knowing that he would've won any day though. When she was younger, her mother used to scold her about sitting on her chair properly. Feet down, back straight, and feet neatly crossed near the right leg of the chair. Beth still that to today, but she couldn't help every once in a while to slouch from the annoyance it caused. Sometimes Dell just happened to catch her at the wrong moments. Oh whoops- she might have to be a little more prepared then, wouldn't she?

Her anxiety returned as she went back to him, less than four inches apart. Beth nodded, barely a fraction, but it was quite clear that she was just as nervous as he was. She knew he was nervous at his muscles tightened. ”Um, alright,” her voice choked up. Beth wasn't sure whether it was because of the dancing or just being so close to him. She was used to the small gaps between the two, but dancing just intensified the whole thing. She couldn't help but glance down once before returning his gaze. She focused a bit more into his green orbs. It was unusual to see how green someones' eyes could get. He snapped her out of her trance though when he gave her more instructions. She blinked and then gazed idly somewhere else for a moment. Despite her anxiety, she smiled slightly strained, ”If you let me fall, I swear I'll sue you.” Beth wasn't sure how she was able to ever joke around, even when she was practically on the verge of fainting from nervousness.

While he was focused on something else, Beth casually stepped on his feet so that she'd have an easier time not having to focus on where his feet went. ”Hm, this was a lot easier than I thought,” she laughed lightly before stepping back onto the ground. She smiled in his direction. Her lips shimmered in cherry pink from the lip gloss her friend had insisted on putting onto her. Beth found it easier when he led the dance. She didn't have to focus on where she was going. Left, right, back, side, down, side was all too hard for her to remember. She found a certain grace when she was dancing by following his direction and somehow managed to execute them perfectly.

tagged • delli !!
lyrics • keith urban, sweet thing
notes • nope!
word count • 833- with code

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