Post by kako on Mar 28, 2009 20:05:50 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------
I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
------------------------------------------------------------
ARESA NORTH[/CENTER]
------------------------------------------------------------
PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER]
NICKNAMES: None
AGE: 27
D.O.B.: February 13
ALLEGIANCE: Death Eaters
PROFESSION: None currently, though I will apply her for a Hogwarts teacher
WAND TYPE: Ebony with unicorn hair, 9 1/2 inches
[/SIZE][/ul]
------------------------------------------------------------
YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER]
EYE COLOUR: Hazel
HEIGHT: 5' 6"
WEIGHT: 116 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Strong, slender, and gently curved
VOICE: Roughish, but not low. A hard edge of uncaring.
PERSONAL STYLE: She couldn't care less what she wears, but it is always the most stylish what with her figuratively mile-high mountain of gold in Gringotts.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Pale, lithe, and strong, she is like a cat. Her few years of working for Voldemort have roughed her, making her beautiful and lethal. She is muscular, but her muscles are long and stringy, not the type that bunch menacingly whenever she moves. Her shoulders are broad and her arms and legs are slender, as well as her midsection. Her face is heart-shaped but thin with dark shadows ever-present beneath her eyes. Her nose is straight and her lips are thin, a pale pink pair of lines that are usually pressed together tightly. Around her face are her cascades of dark brown hair, nearly straight with a few smooth waves that she always leaves down to the middle of her shoulder blades.
[/SIZE][/ul]
------------------------------------------------------------
AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER]
CHARACTER DISLIKES: impurities, animals, those lower than her, overproud people, muggles, beans, purfume, feeling exposed or trapped
GOALS: To be as loyal to Voldemort as she can
BOGGART: She fears above all else that someday, someone new will rise up to power, more powerful than the Death Eaters can handle, crumbling her life and returning her party to where it was fifteen years ago. And knowing that since she has picked her side and is loyal to it, she would be branded for life if that were ever to happen.
PATRONUS: After Voldemort decided she was to be a Death Eater, she went went off with a few friends and surveyed the world with new eyes. She saw how the muggles and impurities stared at her with terrified expressions before hurrying away, and she adored it.
DEMENTOR: The first time she looked into her Master's face, believing that surely he would kill her, and then having to wait and go off to do 'errands' for him with seemingly terrifying strangers, of course before she knew that they were mostly her friends from school.
AMORENTIA: Beach; cooking foods; the cool, grassy smell of the shade
BASIC PERSONALITY: Loyal to her master, very superior, an eager Death Eater.
[/SIZE][/ul]
------------------------------------------------------------
COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER]
MOTHER: Haley Jane Tamaro North
BROTHER(S): --
SISTER(S): --
OTHER: --
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
HOMETOWN: Wiltshire, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Jade Circle
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on February 13, 1987, was little Aresa. Her parents, pureblooded, were not on Voldemort's side, but were not specifically opposed to him either. They were good people and a happy family. As Aresa grew, she became clever and quick. Her rich family taught her reading and writing skills in their own home, as well as many others that she would need for Hogwarts. They were utterly unsurprised when the letter from the Wizarding school came by own, accepting their daughter into the school.
Aresa was accepted into Slytherin, the house of all her family, and flourished. She was gifted and cunning, and outpaced many of the students. She excelled at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration beyond her other subjects. She knitted herself into that large, popular group with many of the other rich Slytherins, and hated that reveled Harry Potter with the rest of them. Aresa was in the same year as Potter, and considered herself far above him and his fame. She shared the Slytherin's hate of him as he flaunted her friends' fathers in the Ministry of Magic and then followed their glee as he was struck down two years later. But she had no desire to join the Death Eaters. She was young and pretty and talented; she would live just fine by herself.
In her seventh year, her parents were killed from a strange muggle disease that the Healers at St. Mungo's had no experience with and had no idea what it was, seeing as they got it after traveling to South America and back. She mourned them.
Aresa turned seventeen and graduated Hogwarts with her NEWTS in every subject, and most thought her destined for a long and wealthy life due to her blood. But only two months after leaving school, Aresa disappeared for four months and returned with the Dark Mark on her forearm. Only she and a select few other Death Eaters know what happened...
I apparated into the forest, hoping for a walk away from the terrified people in the city. But as I appeared across London from where I had been, on the edge of a meager forest, I heard a whispered spell and a flash of red before I was falling.
When I woke, I heard voices hissing around me. I was sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall in a wide room. I picked myself up and looked around. My eyes stopped abruptly as I saw a bright white, inhuman face with glittering, bloodred eyes as it whipped around to look at me. Literally the ruler of the wizarding civilization now, and I had no opposition towards him. I was not cruel, but I envied his power. I didn't know what to say, so I nodded nervously. This was the most powerful wizard in history, he could kill me with a flick of his hand. Easily and without conscience.
"What is your name, child?" he said harshly, staring at me. I answered promptly. "Aresa North." He nodded thoughtfully. "So you are the daughter of Junius North? Respectable man, very respectable... And of course, your blood is pure. I've no idea what to do with you at the moment, so while I decide I'll have you run some errands for me."
He sent me off to do several tasks over the next months with a group of Death Eaters. Several of them I knew and enjoyed their company. But they transformed me: I grew uncaring and strong and willful, and returned to a pleased Voldemort. "My tests are done, Aresa. You will make an excellent Death Eater." And with that he branded my arm.
She has since then served Voldemort faithfully, a hopes to get a job teaching at Hogwarts soon.
[/SIZE][/ul]
------------------------------------------------------------
I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER]
RP EXPERIENCE: Almost 3 years... Since May 2006.
HOW YOU FOUND US: An RPGC... thread.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
RP SAMPLE: a kitty, i'm sorry, my other human rpg was deleted >.<
The baby blue sky that gleamed overhead seemed to be spewing crisp airout over the meadow. A harsh wind was picking up, making the grass ruffle and sway like cats fur. Silent, leaping paws flew over them, the body carried by the wind, feeling as though he could fly. The shock of grey fur leaped up, lifted himself high into the air, twisted around, and tumbled to the ground. There he paused, panting, adrenaline pumping through his limbs, forcing him to move again. Bright green eyes glowed with delight. Running. His claws scraped up earth again as he leaped forward, breaking into a sprint. Since he practiced so much he was now one of the fastest cats in ThunderClan. He thought that he might even be able to hold his ownb against a long-legged WindClanner. But none of that mattered now. All thought was swept from his mind by the wind as he danced across the dry yellow grass. It crunched beaneath his pads and poked his pads.
But across the meadow he noticed something odd. Smoke. His namesake. He moved closer, practicing stealth, to investigate. A dying twoleg fire was curled in a small cleared out space. The wind was blowing hard, and sparks from the embers were flying everywhere. This area of dry grass was large but enclosed by a space fom the forest. It could not harm his home. But just as that thought ran through his head, a spark caught on the grass around him. A let out a cry of terror as the flames licked his ashen pelt and began to spread, devouring the vegeatation eagerly. He turned to run but flames blocked his path. Trembling, he closed his eyes and leaped through the now thick wall of fire, feeling his pelt catch the flames swiftly. He dashed off, splashing through a puddle to put out his pelt. StarClan help him, the fire was surrounding him...
But across the meadow he noticed something odd. Smoke. His namesake. He moved closer, practicing stealth, to investigate. A dying twoleg fire was curled in a small cleared out space. The wind was blowing hard, and sparks from the embers were flying everywhere. This area of dry grass was large but enclosed by a space fom the forest. It could not harm his home. But just as that thought ran through his head, a spark caught on the grass around him. A let out a cry of terror as the flames licked his ashen pelt and began to spread, devouring the vegeatation eagerly. He turned to run but flames blocked his path. Trembling, he closed his eyes and leaped through the now thick wall of fire, feeling his pelt catch the flames swiftly. He dashed off, splashing through a puddle to put out his pelt. StarClan help him, the fire was surrounding him...
[/SIZE][/ul]
------------------------------------------------------------
OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER]
THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY CATE AKA GIRL TALKK
OF CAUTION BBY!. IF USING, LEAVE THIS CREDIT IN. CHANGES TO
COLOURS ARE PERMITTED, BUT DO NOT CHANGE LYRICS ("USE SOMEBODY"
KINGS OF LEON). ENJOY!
OF CAUTION BBY!. IF USING, LEAVE THIS CREDIT IN. CHANGES TO
COLOURS ARE PERMITTED, BUT DO NOT CHANGE LYRICS ("USE SOMEBODY"
KINGS OF LEON). ENJOY!