Post by intoxicated on Mar 1, 2009 14:46:38 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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Tianna Rochelle Williams[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Tianna, T.
AGE: Sixteen
D.O.B.: February 9th
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eater
PROFESSION: Student
WAND TYPE: 9” Ebony Dragon heart string core (i hope thats right. My mind is blank so i just made it up from things i’ve read online.)
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5’5”
WEIGHT: 8 stone [ish]
BODY TYPE: Slim
VOICE: When she’s trying to get what she wants, or sucking up to someone, it’s a nice sweet sing-song voice. When she’s being a bitch it will still be sing-songy but with a vicious poisonous edge.
PERSONAL STYLE: Depends how she feels. Normally she is quite out-going in what she wears, almost a bit scene sometimes, but with a girly edge. Her personal style portrays her personality very very well.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Tianna is pretty and blonde. She has hair that falls just past her shoulders which is blonde and always has some coloured streaks through it, currently purple. It’s always a ever-changing style, currently layered. She has quite a round face and her skin can be quite dry sometimes. She has deep blue eyes, which get most girls jealous; she always wears make-up and frames her eyes with black eyeliner and mascara. She is a normal teenager and is often plastering make-up over a spot.
She has a nice figure, she’s not anorexic but she’s not fat. She hates her chest size and is frequently complaining about something on her body. Her right arm bears the scar from when she managed to break it and cut it open (never trust her in the kitchen with sharp implements) She is known for wearing short skirts, dresses, skinny jeans and bright colours when she isn’t wearing her robes. She actually quite likes her robes and is always finding things to make them more interesting – not that the teachers approve of this but why should she care what they think?
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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Dark Arts, Charms (only because she can make things do what she wants them to do)
CHARACTER DISLIKES: Non-Purebloods, People who think there it, Being questioned, not getting what she wants, muggles, muggle world, her make-up not being right, mornings, not being the centre of attention, work, losing (at anything), people who aren't in her house, goody-two-shoes, being alone.
Herbology and Care of magical creatures are her least favourite subjects.
GOALS:
Marry one of those nice, rich, purebloods.
To be well known for... well she hasn’t thought that far yet.
To make everyone who isn’t a purebloods life hell.
BOGGART: Tianna’s greatest fear is not being accepted. Everything she does is in a hope she’ll be even more accepted and popular. For her to be rejected and un-popular would kill her.
PATRONUS: Tianna doesn’t have a greatest memory, which is sad really. She has to say she was as happy as anything when she got the letter from Hogwarts asking her to attend but it wouldn’t be her greatest memory.
DEMENTOR: When she managed to slice her arm open and break it, her own stupid fault. She was messing around and ended up slicing it open and breaking it. She can still remember the pain.
AMORENTIA: Her Perfume, Lavender, Men (well some men) New clothes/shops.
BASIC PERSONALITY: Tianna is miss-bitch. She thinks she runs the school, i wouldn’t question her either for she’ll probably try to kill you. She’s spiteful and nasty. She loves being the centre of attention and doesn’t care what people have to say about her – if they have anything to say at all then she’d dare them to come say it to her face. She often starts arguments and often ends them too. Just stay out of Tianna’s way, unless you’re one of her friends and then just try to stay on her good side.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Sarah Williams
BROTHER(S): None
SISTER(S): None
OTHER: Nope
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: London
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts. When she’s not at school London
BIOGRAPHY: I’ll do it if you really want me to but my brain is dead...
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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: 4ish years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Spell
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
RP SAMPLE: From Dramamine, Spell you’ve read it before =)
She glanced at the Gucci watch and sighed at the time. It was 5o’clock. Every other pupil had left the school ages ago but of course Steph had chosen today to start a fight with some know-it-all, ugly, cow in her class and had gotten detention. Her mum had agreed to pick her up and hopefully she’d be home before her dad was and her mum wouldn’t mention anything to him. Or... or... or else there’d be trouble. She shuddered at the thought of her father.
She pushed her fringe out of her eyes. She’d been quite lazy today and had shoved a headband in her blonde hair and pulled her fringe out into a side-fringe but was finding it quite annoying. She heard a car coming down the road and grumbled when she was it wasn’t her mum. She knew her mum would be late. She did normally run late. She tensed up at the thoughts of why her mother could be late. Had her father come home early? Checking the floor she sat down, hating the thought of getting her designer skinny jeans dirty but knowing that standing up was going to kill her feet, even though she was wearing flat shoes.
She played with the bow on her black ballet-type shoe. Placing her bench bag down on the ground next to her and taking out her phone she checked for messages – none. She hated it here; in all honesty, she wished she could go back to England. She’d lived in England from the day she was born till she was seven years old. Then they’d moved here and she’d lived here since. Still she had her English accent and all her friends had forgotten about her over there. She had sort of forgotten about them too. There was one friend, her best friend, who she often visited. Sophie, she’d known her since she was a baby and still e-mailed her every day.
She smiled to herself at the thoughts but snapped out of them when she heard something, looking around she saw Pixie next to her. Pixie was never far away from her but then again no-one’s deamon ever was. She stroked the little black cat – well it wasn’t a cat it was a daemon but she looked like a cat.
Pixie was very quiet for once, which was strange, normally she was telling Stephii something. Although today, the last thing she needed was Pixie talking to her. She just needed comforting. ”I’m scared, Pixie. Dad is going to be so angry” she whispered, looking around nervously to make sure no-one was around. ”He’s home. I know it. I can sense it”. Pixie said nothing, merely looked at her before climbing onto her knee.
She smiled slightly. Glad for the comfort, she heard something rustle again and turned her head looking around nervously. ”Who’s there?” she called. This was stupid. It was still light, she was at school. Why was she being so tense, but of course she knew why and she hated why. She hated her father for what he did to her; she hated him for making her so fearful. Whenever she got into trouble she knew what was waiting for her at home and her mother was powerless but at least she did have her mum who was treated the same – or probably worst.
She pushed her fringe out of her eyes. She’d been quite lazy today and had shoved a headband in her blonde hair and pulled her fringe out into a side-fringe but was finding it quite annoying. She heard a car coming down the road and grumbled when she was it wasn’t her mum. She knew her mum would be late. She did normally run late. She tensed up at the thoughts of why her mother could be late. Had her father come home early? Checking the floor she sat down, hating the thought of getting her designer skinny jeans dirty but knowing that standing up was going to kill her feet, even though she was wearing flat shoes.
She played with the bow on her black ballet-type shoe. Placing her bench bag down on the ground next to her and taking out her phone she checked for messages – none. She hated it here; in all honesty, she wished she could go back to England. She’d lived in England from the day she was born till she was seven years old. Then they’d moved here and she’d lived here since. Still she had her English accent and all her friends had forgotten about her over there. She had sort of forgotten about them too. There was one friend, her best friend, who she often visited. Sophie, she’d known her since she was a baby and still e-mailed her every day.
She smiled to herself at the thoughts but snapped out of them when she heard something, looking around she saw Pixie next to her. Pixie was never far away from her but then again no-one’s deamon ever was. She stroked the little black cat – well it wasn’t a cat it was a daemon but she looked like a cat.
Pixie was very quiet for once, which was strange, normally she was telling Stephii something. Although today, the last thing she needed was Pixie talking to her. She just needed comforting. ”I’m scared, Pixie. Dad is going to be so angry” she whispered, looking around nervously to make sure no-one was around. ”He’s home. I know it. I can sense it”. Pixie said nothing, merely looked at her before climbing onto her knee.
She smiled slightly. Glad for the comfort, she heard something rustle again and turned her head looking around nervously. ”Who’s there?” she called. This was stupid. It was still light, she was at school. Why was she being so tense, but of course she knew why and she hated why. She hated her father for what he did to her; she hated him for making her so fearful. Whenever she got into trouble she knew what was waiting for her at home and her mother was powerless but at least she did have her mum who was treated the same – or probably worst.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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