Post by mipie on Mar 19, 2009 8:28:02 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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ASTORIA GREENGRASS[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Astoria, Story, Tori
AGE: 25 years young.
D.O.B.: December 21, 1982
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters
PROFESSION: Witch Weekly Journalist && Social Elite
WAND TYPE: Birch, 8 and 1/4 inches, Phoenix Feather, good at spells which involve travel
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Sapphire Blue.
HEIGHT: 5'10
WEIGHT: 132 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Slim and Slender.
VOICE: Soprano. Soft and Smooth.
PERSONAL STYLE: Anything fashion forward or makes her look good.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
hair,
Astoria's golden locks are her pride and joy, well at least some of it. It's long, smooth and silky and it waves at the back. Her hair flows all the way to the small of her back and it waves in a delicate curl. Astoria is extremely protective of her hair, she goes into a tantrum if even one hair is out of place or if anyone even touches her hair. The only people who are even allowed to touch her hair are her sister, her mother, her stylist and herself. Astoria would probably go ballistic if anyone tries to touch her hair, either physically or verbally. She doesn't tie her hair into a ponytail, but rather, she keeps it in a tight bun. Her hair rarely sees scissors because she considers it a crime against nature to lessen any part of her hair. She is constantly making sure that it is the best that it can be and going through all sorts of luxurious conditioners just to maintain it's luster and glamour. She likes to think that her hair is a source of envy and jealousy of girls everywhere and she likes to savour in it.
eyes,
Astoria's eyes are described to have the color of sapphire stones or violets. They appear fluid, kind and warm; which about the only warm-appearing thing about her. Even if her eyes can turn to kind emotions, they can be easily transfigured into cruel, dark and uncaring. Her eyes have a lovely violet color, although it resembles more of a bright sapphire blue, like the flowers that scatter around. Her eyes compliment her face and her eyes quite nicely, and they are framed with heavy and thick eyelashes which add depth and attention to her eyes. It was a genetic and unique trait that she had loved truly and completely adored, about herself. Above her eyes are her perfectly arched eyebrows which she maintains daily, weekly and monthly, pertaining to Astoria's natural vanity. Her eyes can also convey messages which save a lot of energy. She can silence someone with one of her death glares or give someone a hint of when, where or how to ditch them.
face,
Astoria has a very lovely (or she likes to think) oval shaped face with a fair complexion. She has the color of cream roses and not a single blemish can be seen on her face. Astoria takes very good care of her face and just about every other part of her body. She has high cheek bones and a straight nose, although not annoyingly straight. She has full lips, although the lower lip is a bit too full to match the other, although she thought that she was the only one who truly noticed. Her lips had the color of pink roses, which complimented her skin tone quite nicely. She likes to 'get her pretty on' a lot, which is to say, she likes to put on cosmetics to enhance her natural beauty. She doesn't put on too much makeup because she knew when to stop, when it was too much, or when she didn't need it. Most of the time she can be seen with just a little make up but when she really gets her cosmetics and works, she turns absolutely dazzling... or she likes to think.
body,
Astoria's body is curvaceous in the places where curves should be, like her hips and her chest, while maintaining a sleek and elegant look. Puberty was very kind to her. Her height astounds people, though. She stands at a lean five feet and ten inches, much of that is caused by her legs and her torso. Astoria loves the fact that she tower over most girls her age and make them feel insignificant just by being there.
style,
Astoria is a very fashion-forward young witch. She can shop like no other, she can even out shop her older sister and that she can literally prove. She has a very classy sense of style and she likes to show it off whenever she can. She wears simple things, but she never wears things that are muggle made, but she makes sure that she put something in her attire that shows off her wealth and class in society. Whenever she gets the chance to really dress up, she dresses up, but she never looks too garish. She sets trends like no others and sometimes, she likes to experiment and make her own clothes (or just tell people what she wants the clothes to look like). Her taste is extremely expensive and nothing but the best for a Pureblood. She will not settle for the next best thing.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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[+] Running her fingers through her hair
[+] Her hair
[+] Jewelry
[+] Being the center of things
[+] Exploding Snap, for some reason.
[+] Partying the night away
[+] Attention
[+] The smell of apples
[+] Soup
[+] Shoes
[+] Candy
[+] Her sister
[+] Mirrors, her hair, her appearance in general.
[+] Primping herself
[+] The grounds at dusk
[+] Death Eaters
[+] People admiring her hair.
[+] People who admire her in general.
[+] Shopping.
[+] Clothes.
[+] Fashion
[+] Her job.
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
[-] Liars
[-] Fakes
[-] Enclosed spaces
[-] Being wrong
[-] Half-bloods
[-] Mudbloods
[-] Blood traitors
[-] Being told what to do
[-] Bad hair
[-] Gryffindors
[-] Not shopping.
[-] Her sister, at times.
[-] People with bad taste in fashion.
[-] Wanna-MEs.
GOALS:
[+] Get married to a man she loves.
[+] A promotion.
[+] Have a family of her own.
BOGGART: Astoria's biggest fear is the mere thought of being alone forever. She has been rather reckless with men in general that she fears that one day she may be too late and end up as an old maid with twenty seven cats.
PATRONUS: Astoria's best memory was her seventeenth birthday. There were gowns, gifts and attention. Lots and lots of attention. She felt like she was royalty that day, with a feeling of sheer superiority that day. She made it as the best day of her life... so far.
DEMENTOR: Her worst memory was when she was but a small girl, she was about twelve years old when her parents took the family "camping". It was the Quidditch World Cup and when the riot went out because of the Death Eaters, everyone was instructed to flee. She got separated from her mother and her older sister (her father was nowhere to be found) and she got lost in the forest. It was cold and dark, she was afraid that she would never be found again. She felt vulnerable and weak and she eventually broke down near a tree. She was terrified and alone, so she just crawled into the darkness. For, what she thinks, hours she stayed there until she saw a glimpse of her older sister and her mother together. She thanked her lucky stars for that and the thought of that night still haunts her in her nightmares.
AMORENTIA: flowers. magazines. men's cologne. hair products.
BASIC PERSONALITY: vain. intelligent. sarcastic. protective. maternal. temperamental. stubborn. risky. loving. dramatic.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Rhea Greengrass.
BROTHER(S): n/a
SISTER(S): Daphne Greengrass.
OTHER: n/a
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood.
HOMETOWN: Wiltshire
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wiltshire.
BIOGRAPHY: It was a cold night in the 21st of December back in 1982, when Astoria Greengrass was born into the Greengrass family. She was the youngest that belonged to Apollo and Rhea Greengrass. Ever since she was a little girl, she was spoiled and treated with extravagance by her parents. She had gotten her everything that she ever asked for and she was a very spoiled young girl. She was taught that the muggles were ignorant, unworthy fools and that they would have their day soon. She was taught that she was superior among the rest, for she was a Pureblood witch and she belonged to a Pureblood family that had a high rank in Wizarding society. She got absolutely everything she asked for from her ‘daddy’ and still does to this day. However, due to the attention she got from her father it caused a slight rift between her and her sisters but all of those issues have been resolved now. It was through twisting her father around her finger that the youngest Greengrass learned many of the skills of persuasion she has today.
She was taught all the lessons she would need for her future academia, those additional lessons placing her high within the most important of her classes. She was taught the way of a Pureblood family like hers, and was given lessons on how to be a proper young lady. She uses these often and can work them to her advantage in adding them to her artillery of different techniques to get what she wants. She spent most of her early childhood with her elder sister. Daphne was (and still is) her idol, she spent almost everyday with her and played many games with the workers of their household with her sister. Daphne was Astoria's best friend and biggest rival since early childhood. Since there were only two of them in the household, they often fought for the attention and adoration of their parents, but the two girls were always friends although both highly competitive rivals since their early childhood.
When her sister went off to Hogwarts, she got all of the attention from her mother and father like no other but she was saddened by the leave of absence of her friend. She basically got all of the attention all to herself but she missed the competition with her older sister at times, it wasn't as fun without the challenge. When the time came, she went off to Hogwarts where she found some new friends and she and her sister strayed in some ways, but still remaining close. She had a posse of the other girls in her year but she hung out with her older sister at times as well with the other girls in her "gang".
Astoria did well in school, she wasn't the smartest girl in class but she passed and sometimes she excelled. She didn't like sports all that much for she feared nail breakage. She spent most of her first three years in Hogwarts gossiping, shopping and talking amongst her friends. Hogwarts seemed to be home to her. The gossiping and the intrigue led up to her and built up a passion inside of her. She loved the rush of writing and made up her mind, in her early years of Hogwarts that she was going to be a high-class journalist. She honed her skills since she first discovered her "calling" and she has been loving every moment of it ever since.
As a gossip loving girl, she loved the scandals that came with the school. She went on dates with boys at times to get some fresh juice, a discreet "interview" or if she just plainly liked them. She was extremely picky with boys and she was very hard to please. In her fifth year, the war that her father was fighting broke out and, in no apparent surprise, her father's side won. Lord Voldemort had taken over and Harry Potter was defeated, at last. Her alliance, was of course, wherever her family was sided in. The order of things changed ever since that fateful day. Almost all the purebloods were treated like royalty and the order was established. Ever since then, her life couldn't be any easier. She graduated from Hogwarts, got a good job and ranked through positions swiftly, and she was contented. She had achieved her dream of becoming a journalist, attended frivolities whenever the opportunity showed itself, and life was good to her. Now, she's just looking to fulfill some of her other dreams.
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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: 2 (almost 3, whee!) years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: You affiliated on my site and FILTH was so pretty I couldn't resist. ;]
OTHER CHARACTERS: nada. :]
RP SAMPLE:
Rain. Narcissa never liked the rain. The rain was too wet, too damp, to damn rainy. For one thing, it always got in her hair. She hated it whenever anything that wasn't supposed to be there was there. It was either perfection or bust for her, and it was how she was raised. She was raised to the belief that there was never anything that was good enough, that everything came to her without anything in return just as a true Pureblood should be treated. She was royalty and whatever she said goes. The sky was painted with gray clouds and the winds were mild. The sun was too cowardly to fight with the clouds in the sky and hid within them. The day was miserable, gloomy and depressing. She pursed her lips in disappointment and annoyance. She hated it when it rained when she didn't want it to rain. She flicked her hair irksomely behind her shoulder and walked on.
It was a free period, well it was for her at least. She had History of Magic and Merlin knows only how long Narcissa's patience could hold out in a place like that. She was walking along the hallways, even the insides of the castle seemed to be adapting to the nature of the outside. The cement was gray and secluded, as though trying to hide from the light. She paid the pillars and the walls no mind as she walked on through, as they were not interesting enough to hold even her own attention. She walked on, with her shining Prefect badge pinned to her breast pocket for everyone to see. There were a few older students who had actual free periods and were lurking about the school and saw her. She paid them no attention be she was momentarily brought to peace by the fact that they were looking at her, giving her attention. Maybe it was because, it was the first time they saw Narcissa Black without her sisters or her posse? She was hardly ever alone and so she was indifferent to all the staring. She liked it, she reveled in it.
As she walked on through, she was hoping to catch some students doing misbehavior or skipping class. Of course she was skipping as well, but it didn't really count because she was Narcissa Black. She could get away with anything she wanted to with that sole reason. She was saddened a little, although no mark of it was on her expression, when she saw that there weren't other people who were misbehaving in the castle grounds. How disappointing. She rolled her eyes, and strutted forward, determined to catch someone and too stubborn to accept the fact that she couldn't get what she wanted. The hallways and corridors weren't packed with students and professors, some of them went out in groups or couples. She never gave eye contact with any of them, except maybe a lingering glance at a couple or two. Couples were probably one of the only things that would make her turn around and look twice. Just like anything else that she wanted... and couldn't have.
Her expression was blank as her blue eyes remained cold and distant. She resented every couple that passed her way for each time one of them would pass, she would get a feeling that rarely ever came to her. Jealousy. She wanted that, someone to be with. Well, technically she already did have someone, but she meant someone whom she loved or someone that loved her back with that much adoration and care. She wanted to be adored. And yet, with all of the attention that her parents give her, the adoration from her peers and the small recognitions that she got from her teachers. She wanted a lover, not a friend. But her supposed 'lover' was with her older sister. Talk about twisted. That, too, made her most unhappy. To have someone else have something that was supposedly meant for her. It was too bad that her father said that they were allowed to see other people until they were married. But Narcissa hasn't really paid attention to the dating world.
Of course she had suitors, many of them, but she paid none of them any mind. She wanted the one thing she couldn't have just yet. She wanted it with a burning passion deep inside of her. As she walked, she realized that she had already trodden to the damp lawns. She was momentarily taken aback by where she was. Apparently, she wasn't really looking where she was going for she was too caught up in her own thoughts. It wasn't the first time that that has happened anyway. As she turned around to head back to the castle, she caught a glimpse of the forbidden forest. Forbidden Forest. Perfect, there had to be some misfits in there. Preferably some Gryffindors or just anyone. She just wanted to take someone in. She turned around again and headed for the forest. She wasn't afraid, not like the other girls from her posse were. It was the forest who was afraid of her, or so she was taught to believe.
The wind was cold and unpredictable as the trees swayed back and forth in unison, being carried by the wind. The rain seemed to have taken a stop and yet everything was still damp. The atmosphere practically screamed unhappiness and despair. Much like the class she was avoiding. Her Professor would probably love the environment outside the walls so much, he might actually teach kids in the fields. It was dark, no hope and no light. It was the perfect location for a History of Magic class. She tried to shake the thought of her schoolwork again, for she knew that all the learning was all the presentation anyway. The only reality she was taught was that the natural order would soon take it's place and it would take the world into a new era. A more glorious one. A happier one. But back into reality, Narcissa came back from her distant thoughts once again. She really did seem to trail away when she got distracted.
She stepped into the unknown, not giving even the most unnoticeable wildlife a fraction of her attention. A small breeze suddenly flied through and sent her hair dancing along with it. A few dewdrops from the trees then dropped to her golden locks. She glared at it for a moment but then decided that it was not the time. She walked through the leaves, her eyes missing nothing, when she came across a familiar smell. Smoke, tobacco smoke to be precise. Her father smoked so much that Narcissa had gotten used to the unpleasant aroma to mark it as natural air. Just as she smelled something peculiar, her eyes came across a familiar figure. No, it was no Gryffindor but it was someone who was cutting class. Antonin Dolohov, a seventh year in her house. She knew the schedule of all the Slytherins in her sisters' years. It was a matter of fact and an obligation to know. As much as she wanted to catch someone skipping class, she would never betray someone from her own House. It was a sign of betrayal to one's own kind to do that.
Oh well, she had nothing else better to do anyway. She approached him silently, her footsteps light as if she was walking on air. This ought to be... interesting. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else? Like class maybe?" she said slyly, coming in from behind him. Better than nothing. She knew Antonin Dolohov well, just like any other person from her clique should. They knew things that they probably shouldn't know but they knew anyway. He was one of those guys that had a name in the castle for one who slept, drank, smoked and slept some more. She never really talked to him much before and who knew? Maybe this conversation would be more interesting than she had anticipated. After all, you're no one until you're talked about and you're less than no one if you're not talked about by Narcissa Black.
It was a free period, well it was for her at least. She had History of Magic and Merlin knows only how long Narcissa's patience could hold out in a place like that. She was walking along the hallways, even the insides of the castle seemed to be adapting to the nature of the outside. The cement was gray and secluded, as though trying to hide from the light. She paid the pillars and the walls no mind as she walked on through, as they were not interesting enough to hold even her own attention. She walked on, with her shining Prefect badge pinned to her breast pocket for everyone to see. There were a few older students who had actual free periods and were lurking about the school and saw her. She paid them no attention be she was momentarily brought to peace by the fact that they were looking at her, giving her attention. Maybe it was because, it was the first time they saw Narcissa Black without her sisters or her posse? She was hardly ever alone and so she was indifferent to all the staring. She liked it, she reveled in it.
As she walked on through, she was hoping to catch some students doing misbehavior or skipping class. Of course she was skipping as well, but it didn't really count because she was Narcissa Black. She could get away with anything she wanted to with that sole reason. She was saddened a little, although no mark of it was on her expression, when she saw that there weren't other people who were misbehaving in the castle grounds. How disappointing. She rolled her eyes, and strutted forward, determined to catch someone and too stubborn to accept the fact that she couldn't get what she wanted. The hallways and corridors weren't packed with students and professors, some of them went out in groups or couples. She never gave eye contact with any of them, except maybe a lingering glance at a couple or two. Couples were probably one of the only things that would make her turn around and look twice. Just like anything else that she wanted... and couldn't have.
Her expression was blank as her blue eyes remained cold and distant. She resented every couple that passed her way for each time one of them would pass, she would get a feeling that rarely ever came to her. Jealousy. She wanted that, someone to be with. Well, technically she already did have someone, but she meant someone whom she loved or someone that loved her back with that much adoration and care. She wanted to be adored. And yet, with all of the attention that her parents give her, the adoration from her peers and the small recognitions that she got from her teachers. She wanted a lover, not a friend. But her supposed 'lover' was with her older sister. Talk about twisted. That, too, made her most unhappy. To have someone else have something that was supposedly meant for her. It was too bad that her father said that they were allowed to see other people until they were married. But Narcissa hasn't really paid attention to the dating world.
Of course she had suitors, many of them, but she paid none of them any mind. She wanted the one thing she couldn't have just yet. She wanted it with a burning passion deep inside of her. As she walked, she realized that she had already trodden to the damp lawns. She was momentarily taken aback by where she was. Apparently, she wasn't really looking where she was going for she was too caught up in her own thoughts. It wasn't the first time that that has happened anyway. As she turned around to head back to the castle, she caught a glimpse of the forbidden forest. Forbidden Forest. Perfect, there had to be some misfits in there. Preferably some Gryffindors or just anyone. She just wanted to take someone in. She turned around again and headed for the forest. She wasn't afraid, not like the other girls from her posse were. It was the forest who was afraid of her, or so she was taught to believe.
The wind was cold and unpredictable as the trees swayed back and forth in unison, being carried by the wind. The rain seemed to have taken a stop and yet everything was still damp. The atmosphere practically screamed unhappiness and despair. Much like the class she was avoiding. Her Professor would probably love the environment outside the walls so much, he might actually teach kids in the fields. It was dark, no hope and no light. It was the perfect location for a History of Magic class. She tried to shake the thought of her schoolwork again, for she knew that all the learning was all the presentation anyway. The only reality she was taught was that the natural order would soon take it's place and it would take the world into a new era. A more glorious one. A happier one. But back into reality, Narcissa came back from her distant thoughts once again. She really did seem to trail away when she got distracted.
She stepped into the unknown, not giving even the most unnoticeable wildlife a fraction of her attention. A small breeze suddenly flied through and sent her hair dancing along with it. A few dewdrops from the trees then dropped to her golden locks. She glared at it for a moment but then decided that it was not the time. She walked through the leaves, her eyes missing nothing, when she came across a familiar smell. Smoke, tobacco smoke to be precise. Her father smoked so much that Narcissa had gotten used to the unpleasant aroma to mark it as natural air. Just as she smelled something peculiar, her eyes came across a familiar figure. No, it was no Gryffindor but it was someone who was cutting class. Antonin Dolohov, a seventh year in her house. She knew the schedule of all the Slytherins in her sisters' years. It was a matter of fact and an obligation to know. As much as she wanted to catch someone skipping class, she would never betray someone from her own House. It was a sign of betrayal to one's own kind to do that.
Oh well, she had nothing else better to do anyway. She approached him silently, her footsteps light as if she was walking on air. This ought to be... interesting. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else? Like class maybe?" she said slyly, coming in from behind him. Better than nothing. She knew Antonin Dolohov well, just like any other person from her clique should. They knew things that they probably shouldn't know but they knew anyway. He was one of those guys that had a name in the castle for one who slept, drank, smoked and slept some more. She never really talked to him much before and who knew? Maybe this conversation would be more interesting than she had anticipated. After all, you're no one until you're talked about and you're less than no one if you're not talked about by Narcissa Black.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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