Post by zuzia on May 3, 2009 17:17:52 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
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always lookin' down at all i see
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CLEO LACEY REGINALD[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Lee, Leo
AGE: 21
D.O.B.: February 14th
ALLEGIANCE: confused
PROFESSION: doesn't have one as of yet
WAND TYPE: 8/12 " willow wood wand with unicorn tail core
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Large almost shaped grey blue eyes
HEIGHT: 5.6
WEIGHT: Her weight is average for her height, about 117 LB
BODY TYPE: Not too tall, not too short. Cleo is definitely does not have an all bone petite thin physique, however she is not chubby or plump. Her body is at an average weight with a minimal amount of curves where they should be. Her chest size is normal, and her abdomen although not toned is not flabby.
VOICE: Cleo's voice is normal enough, it is very smooth and not high pitched or giggley. Not a very high pitched voice, however obviously not low. A bit in between. There is a bit of coldness to her voice, or constant amusement, something that sends shivers down certain people's spines.
PERSONAL STYLE: A bit of a girly style. She hardly wares pants or shorts, except for the occasional skinny jeans. Generally Cleo is out in dresses or skirts, she loves fashionable and classy clothing.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Cleo maybe a pretty girl, but definitely not the most beautiful. She could be what you call "plain pretty". She had nice features, immersing eyes, long hair and a not bad body, but there is nothing unique, stunning or beautiful. Cleo is rather prim, she puts effort into her appearance, she's very conscious of her appearance. Think of her as the girl who is attractive enough, but always striving to be the most attractive. As to what others think of her is another thing entirely.
Cleo is a very self conscious girl, you know that girl who is constantly whining to herself "God I'm so fat, I'm so ugly." which makes her all the more determined to look her best at every moment. She wouldn't dare let anyone know she has a low self esteem, she walks into a room with confidence and a devious little smile.
Cleo's hair is almost at her elbows, and her pride and joy. Her hair naturally has loose curls, and has on it's own the right amount of volume. The color of it can at times look black, although when light catches the dark brown hair you see the chocolatey color to it. With a few charms here and there Cleo will sometimes wear her hair straight, but generally leaves it to it's natural form. For the most part it is down, not up, and often off worn with head bands, ribbons or bows. Cleo loves these feminine ornaments in her hair.
Cleo is fair skinned, and doesn't mind it at all. To her tan or bronzed skin is completely over rated, she may not love her porcelain like skin but she does not hate it. Wether her skin is lovely or not, it is still a part of the body she is so self conscious of. She is not fat in any places, but there is nothing more Cleo would love then to be very very bone thin. However she has to deal with her only averagely slim legs and arms, her flat but not anorexic looking stomach.
She finds her eyes very... blah. Bland. Sure blue isn't all that bad, but Cleo finds brow or green eyes so much more sultry and exotic. Not that she doesn't try to play up the largeness of her grey blue eyes. She has found from casual experimenting that eyes can be used quiet flirtatiously, and can draw attention, no matter what the color.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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:: all eyes on her
:: chai tea
:: white chocolate
:: her hair
:: the opposite sex
:: wild life
:: adrenaline rush
:: old fashioned films
:: vintage clothing
:: vampires
:: animals
:: bad boys
:: drama
:: acting
:: hot chocolate
:: winter
:: roses
:: lovely clothing
:: being pampered
:: a challenge
:: drawing
:: reading
:: being a leader
:: being independent
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
:: being snubbed
:: coffee
:: muggle food
:: bad hair days
:: lazy people
:: being bored
:: sleeping (honest to god she likes to be awake as long as possible =O )
:: mindless blonde bimbo types
:: overweight people
:: gaining weight
:: suck ups
:: boys who can't entertain her
:: being in love
:: having to be honest
:: fruity girly alcoholic drinks
:: scorching weather
:: meat
:: not looking her best
:: having things come easily to her
:: easy targets
:: being told what to do
:: mathematics
:: her siblings
GOALS: Cleo's number one aim is to always be in control, and be free. I would say her number one goal is to have fun, but there are times when she doesn't want to have fun. Times when she wants to sit by a fire place and read, and wants to be able to do that. She can't stand having things in her way, can't stand rules or things that block her from being able to do what she wants to do when she wants to. In way, despite the snooty appearance she seems to posses, she is a free spirit. Cleo can't stand being chained down to anyone, anything or anyplace. One day she wants to be able to get away from everything. Just fly away and have completely control over her life. That way she can have a family when the time is right for her, or she can settle down in some exotic location, fall for the man of her dreams, yes the usual girl fantasies.
BOGGART: Cleo's greatest fear is someone chaining her down. Having to really work for someone in every way. Not having any freedom. The idea of not being able to fly away, go where ever she wants to, see whoever she wants to or be with whoever she wants to troubles her. She doesn't want anyone being able to tell her what to do, or control her life.
PATRONUS: The first time she fell in love. Simply, easy, period. The feeling was like no other. The boy, long gone, he broke her heart and that is why she doesn't trust any boy with her heart. But before that, the first time she realized she was in love, she was in the backyard of her white stone manor, sitting on the grass across from him with the silliest smile on her face, trying to match his. It was also the day she cast her first Patronus, a silvery wolf, the feeling combined with her new found love made her feel like there really was a light, a silver lining, to this dark knit world.
DEMENTOR: She had been barely a teenager, fourteen years old. Cleo had managed to stumble onto her death eater of a father in his hour of business, a time when she was not expected home. She had been out for a walk, simply outside taking in the silent night, when she had decided to come home early. Coming in through the front door she realized the back door was open. Tip toeing, Cleo made her way to the door and hid behind a curtain watching the display outside in her backyard. It was her father. He was cloaked in all black, face covered wearing the mask of a... death eater. Pointing his wand at the temple of a man who was on his knees shaking and crying out "Please... no! I beg you!". Her father's wand lit green, and the unforgivable curse was cast. The man fell dead onto the ground. Cleo couldn't understand this, all of a sudden someone was dead. Someone was killed, murdered. What could that man have done? Did he deserve a fate so cruel? Who would look after this family? Was it fair to those who loved him? Questions swirled in her head, and she fled her house. It was not the sadness of death that so troubled her, it was the confusion and uncertainty that came with it.
AMORENTIA: Vanilla, Champaign, fog, nail polish
BASIC PERSONALITY: self-obsessed. intelligent. moody. devious. prim. outgoing. challenge-driven. unpredictable. untrusting. ambitious.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
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under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Gemma Reginald
BROTHER(S): Oliver Reginald Jr.
SISTER(S): Krista Reginald, Darling Reginald, Alexandria Reginald
OTHER:
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: Oxford
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England
BIOGRAPHY:
Cleo was the middle child, born third out of five. First came Alexandira (26), then Oliver (25), then Cleo (21), then Darling (19) and finally the baby of the family Krista (16). Cleo Lacey Reginald was a tiny baby, born on Valentines day in Oxford England. Before her she already had two siblings, and a doting mother. For the most part, she has an ordinary childhood. Her mother was at home almost all of the time, and her older sister and brother watched over her. As she grew a little older, Cleo began to notice the chronic absence of her father. He was always away on "business" trips as her mother called them. No one ever told Cleo what her father's "profession" was. After eight, Cleo proved to be an observant child. She took everything in, and pondered it over, keeping her opinions to herself.
Her mother ,she noticed, was a very quiet women. There was something about her tiny self that possessed authority, but she hardly spoke, hardly showed enthusiasm or emotion. It was like she was a doll. None of the children, not even the oh so observant Cleo, knew her father was aggressive and beat his wife.
Alexandria often acted like the mother of the house, when the children's mother was too tired to do so. She took charge of supper, hiring the gardeners and cleaning ladies, and taking care of Cleo. Oliver, though not as bossy and "take charge!" like as his sister, watched over Cleo as well. And it grew to annoy the little brunette. She hated the feeling of being dominated simply because someone was a few years older then her, a few inches taller then her. It even evolved into a serious pet peeve of Cleo. So she began to be defiant. Never obeying anyone but her mother, whom she was slightly afraid of. But when she was ten years old, a certain event happened that changed things. In her usual act of rebellion, Cleo did not clean up anything, or help cook dinner for her father. Resulting in her sister storming off yelling that she couldn't handle such a stubborn and awful child.
When her father, Oliver Reginald, came home that evening he surveyed the scene and nodded his head. The cool grey eyes that gave chills to all, landed on Alexandria and he asked her in a very quiet and cold voice, to come into the living room to have a little talk. Cleo watched as the normally head strong Alexandria quivered and walked shakily behind her father into the parlor, and closed the glass doors. It was no surprise that Cleo should sneak up and watch the conversation through the doors, but what she saw was not what she expected. Alexandria sat in a chair, looking up at the man who was her father. He spoke with anger over his face, but he did not yell or lose his temper. He hit her. Then again. And again. Harder each time. Red marks lined her sister's face and neck. Cleo for only the third time since her birth, cried and ran up to her room, taking her two younger sisters Darling and Krista with her.
When she was 11, she was sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was no surprise that she was a slytherin, her family was pure blood for generations back, even before the fall of Harry Potter. Defense against the dark arts was a favorite subject of Cleo's, although not her best, she continued to work on at and never ceased to give up. Still, charms and divination came much easier to her. Still observant, Cleo realized that somehow she was a favorite of her fathers. As her younger sisters grew, and passed the age of 13, Cleo became the only female not beaten in the house. They all took it in silence, they all said nothing, but Cleo knew it to be true. She knew what was going on. Oliver, was oblivious. He was raised with good pure blood ideas and morals, but Cleo saw something different in him. He almost seemed at times like a... a mudblood. He didn't seem to believe in anything that the Reginald Family name stood for. Cleo was unsure herself where she stood, what she believed in, but somehow her father saw differently.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
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you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: Four years, since I was ten years old
HOW YOU FOUND US: Can't remember... I think I was googling roleplay sites on proboards
OTHER CHARACTERS: none... so far
RP SAMPLE:
What is it with moonlight that seems to fill every girl's head with romantic ideas and day dreams? Staring out her window at the darkened sky, Krista was doing just that. Wouldn't it all be just fine and dandy if her charming Prince Perfect would simply pull up in the drive way and come stand under her window. Flowers in hand and sweet smile in place. Sighing Krista pushed herself away from the railing, giving the full moon a long look before turning back and looking at her tidy bedroom. Everything in place, neat and organized. Biting her bottom lip Krista only wished that her Prince was real. A regular high school boy who had her on his mind every waking moment of the day. Wouldn't that be a dream come true?
Krista turned on her heels, walking back to the very railing she had been in front of moments ago. Her hands gripped the sleek surface tightly and she thought aloud "Maybe not Kris. Maybe you need something adventurous, even dangerous." If anyone else had heard this they would have laughed uncontrollably. And Krista knew why. She laughed bitterly to herself "Who am I kidding." her and a reckless party hard boy, now that was something that would definitely not happen anytime soon.
Pacing now back and forth between her window and dresser, Krista wondered why she couldn't have the gumption and sex appeal to actually get the boy of her dreams! Why should it be so hard to find a charismatic attractive guy with dreams of going to an Ivy League, or becoming a lawyer. A guy who wanted a family, who wanted an always in attendance sort of stay at home mom. Krista knew she would fit that roll perfectly. Standing in front of her mirror she pondered as to why she was still awake and in her school clothing of plaid skirt and plain tank top. Why was she not tucked under her covers and sound asleep dreaming her ideal world? Krista picked up her brush and ran it through her hair, the strands of highlighted brown that usually seemed so in place and pretty to her now seemed dull and typical. Why couldn't she have a more interesting appearance? "Why do I have such issues with myself." she said quietly placing her brush down.
A little glint of deep blue caught her eye. In her mirror, she could see every detail of the window and railing behind her, every star in the sky. The velvet like water was very still in the reflection, unmoving and so immersing. In her mirror she watched the water. Something about calm water made you want to touch it, just put your hand into it gently and watch the ripples move through it. Glancing at the clock that read one in the morning Krista sighed again. She reached for bright colored flip flops by her door and slipped them on. After doing so she tip toed through the house, past the hall of bedrooms and down into the kitchen. The back door was locked as usual, and with no effort Krista turned the lock and headed outside. The beach was almost there backyard, it might as well have been. All the memories with Autumn and her friends at the beach were prominent among others.
Now that she was out, she felt wondrously better. No more nagging thoughts and questions, no more desperate and pitiful wishes out loud. It was just her and the big blue. Step after step, Krista finally felt the grains of sand spill onto her feet and creep in between her toes. For some people that feeling could be infuriating, Krista on the other hand loved it. Whether it was the heated sand under a bright sun or the cool moonlit sand, she liked it. It was a reassuring feeling that this was her home. The beach she loved and the fun times she loved. Somehow most things important to her connected to the beach. Krista stood on the edge of the water, looking down at her painted toes that were a few millimeters from the water.
Krista smiled and sat herself down, tucking her legs under her. A cool breeze fell against her skin and goose bumps crept onto her arms. But her smile remained, the only thing to make this moment even better was to have a friend with her. It was funny how sometimes happiness could be so simple. .
Krista turned on her heels, walking back to the very railing she had been in front of moments ago. Her hands gripped the sleek surface tightly and she thought aloud "Maybe not Kris. Maybe you need something adventurous, even dangerous." If anyone else had heard this they would have laughed uncontrollably. And Krista knew why. She laughed bitterly to herself "Who am I kidding." her and a reckless party hard boy, now that was something that would definitely not happen anytime soon.
Pacing now back and forth between her window and dresser, Krista wondered why she couldn't have the gumption and sex appeal to actually get the boy of her dreams! Why should it be so hard to find a charismatic attractive guy with dreams of going to an Ivy League, or becoming a lawyer. A guy who wanted a family, who wanted an always in attendance sort of stay at home mom. Krista knew she would fit that roll perfectly. Standing in front of her mirror she pondered as to why she was still awake and in her school clothing of plaid skirt and plain tank top. Why was she not tucked under her covers and sound asleep dreaming her ideal world? Krista picked up her brush and ran it through her hair, the strands of highlighted brown that usually seemed so in place and pretty to her now seemed dull and typical. Why couldn't she have a more interesting appearance? "Why do I have such issues with myself." she said quietly placing her brush down.
A little glint of deep blue caught her eye. In her mirror, she could see every detail of the window and railing behind her, every star in the sky. The velvet like water was very still in the reflection, unmoving and so immersing. In her mirror she watched the water. Something about calm water made you want to touch it, just put your hand into it gently and watch the ripples move through it. Glancing at the clock that read one in the morning Krista sighed again. She reached for bright colored flip flops by her door and slipped them on. After doing so she tip toed through the house, past the hall of bedrooms and down into the kitchen. The back door was locked as usual, and with no effort Krista turned the lock and headed outside. The beach was almost there backyard, it might as well have been. All the memories with Autumn and her friends at the beach were prominent among others.
Now that she was out, she felt wondrously better. No more nagging thoughts and questions, no more desperate and pitiful wishes out loud. It was just her and the big blue. Step after step, Krista finally felt the grains of sand spill onto her feet and creep in between her toes. For some people that feeling could be infuriating, Krista on the other hand loved it. Whether it was the heated sand under a bright sun or the cool moonlit sand, she liked it. It was a reassuring feeling that this was her home. The beach she loved and the fun times she loved. Somehow most things important to her connected to the beach. Krista stood on the edge of the water, looking down at her painted toes that were a few millimeters from the water.
Krista smiled and sat herself down, tucking her legs under her. A cool breeze fell against her skin and goose bumps crept onto her arms. But her smile remained, the only thing to make this moment even better was to have a friend with her. It was funny how sometimes happiness could be so simple. .
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
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while you live it up
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