Post by nix on May 4, 2009 11:07:45 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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Nyx St. Clair[/CENTER]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Muse, Knox, Jinx
AGE: 19
D.O.B.: December 12th
ALLEGIANCE: Confused. Though the dark does call to her.
PROFESSION: In between jobs.
WAND TYPE: 9”, Unicorn Hair Core, Rosewood
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR:Blue to Grey, they change.
HEIGHT:5’7”
WEIGHT: 120
BODY TYPE:Athletic.
VOICE:Musical and smooth with a haunted undertone, as if she’s battling demons within.
PERSONAL STYLE: Nyx is of upper-class purebloods, so her mother practically demands designer everything. Nyx wears the designer clothes with her own style. The way she sees it, her body is a canvas and she will paint it however she pleases. So be prepared.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Nyx is an interesting figure. Her body is lean and lightly toned with longs legs, giving her a stature of 5’7”. Her skin is slightly pale though it does tan the tiniest bit in the summer. Her hair is simply naturally blonde with a bit of curl to it, though mostly just wavy. A trait both she and her brother inherited from their father. It falls to her mid back and is normally left down, but when it begins to get in her way or just for a change in look, she pulls it up into a simple pony tail.
Her eyes are peculiar in the way they change from the placid yet electric blue, to the stormy grey, from their fathers to their mothers, depending on temperament. Her torso is toned as well, to most she may even look fragile, almost breakable, but that is not the case. Whip like reflexes, strong bones, and regularly used muscles hide beneath that porcelain skin.
Nyx’s face is defined by delicately arched brows and high cheek bones. Her lips are full and heart shaped with a hint of pink. Her teeth are straight and perfectly aligned thanks to much dental work. Though she may not be the girl you call the prettiest, or even give a second glace, she is quite alright with her looks.
Nyx is a complex being but she is full of a certain poise and charm. She has a charisma about her that simply draws people in. And this she uses to her advantage. She has a way with people and words which make her a bit of a social butterfly. She can wiggle her way out of any tight spot you put her in. the way she words things and the way she speaks to you make you feel almost as if you could tell her anything, though sarcasm does tend to leak through. All the same she has the ability to move in and out conversations with ease, and while she has inserted herself into a certain conversation or group of people, it is as if she truly belongs there. But then she’s gone again.
But aside from that Nyx likes to keep her problems to herself. Her thoughts and her concerns are tightly bottled up and capped behind a painted smile. Some call her icy, and razor sharp in the way she seems to avoid all personal discussion of her own life. And the flat line of her emotion about herself. Icy. Despite this inside she really can’t help but want to talk to someone, to unleash her dreams and desires and let the world see what lies in ligature beneath the determined set of her jaw.
Despite her locked down attributes Nyx loves to write. It’s as if on paper the world that seems so big, and so cruel, simply evaporates and what she needs said can be placed down in black ink and all is okay again. Though, her writing is never left for you to see. Spirals litter her room covering desks and put into boxes. By reading them you could probably follow every change, and every heartbreak through this teen’s life. She doesn’t like to write while others are present, because of then ever so cliché ‘What are you doing?’ and ‘Can I see?’ For Nyx it has always been simpler to just…keep it hidden.
Running. Running is the one thing completely clears her head. Nyx will run until her legs simply won’t let her anymore. The longer and faster the run, the better. Nothing but the iPod attached to her arm and the sound of her feet pounding the ground. The world is tuned out and for those spare moments Nyx is at peace. The mudslinging of the world and the pressure of parents demanding that her grades remain excellent all disappear, and it’s just her and the movement of her legs. Pushing, to see just how far she can go. The same is true with quidditch,s he plays hard and fast. She will win in the end no matter what, she has limits, but she will break them.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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[li]a good book
[/li][li]music
[/li][li]silly&&goofy boys
[/li][li]thunder storms
[/li][li]writing
[/li][li]running
[/li][li]her brother
[/li][li]a challenge
[/li][li]coffee
[/li][li]kissing
[/li][li]music
[/li][li]dr pepper
[/li][li]quidditch
[/li][li]passion
[/li][li]stars
[/li][li]fog
[/li][li]guitars, violins, pianos.
[/li][li]firewhiskey
[/li][li]intellgent conversation
[/li][li]sharp wit
[/li][li]the night, and all associated with it
[/li][li]vampires
[/li][li]lightining
[/li][li]people who play the guitar
[/li][li]secrets
[/li][li]banter
[/li][li]fire
[/li][li]lakes, oceans, rivers.
[/li][li]forests
[/li][li]adrenaline rushes
CHARACTER DISLIKES:
[/li][li]ignorance
[/li][li]stupidity
[/li][li]music bashers
[/li][li]liars
[/li][li]people walking away
[/li][li]going home
[/li][li]the cold
[/li][li]her own demons
[/li][li]muggles. mostly the men.
[/li][li]idiots
[/li][li]feeling traped
[/li][li]being cornered
[/li][li]being unobersvent
[/li][li]no knowing where ones going
[/li][li]being grabed
[/li][li]being told to calm down
[/li][li]her parents fighting
[/li][li]her parents fakeness
GOALS:
-get out of the house and live her own life
-figure out what she truly thinks is right
-not get hurt
-find love, if it even exists
BOGGART: Nyx’s greatest fear is that one day she will wake up and he life will have amounted to nothing. She will be where she was when she entered school. Afraid, wanting to be rid of her parents and alone. That her brother will have gone and gotten himself killed doing something stupid and in the end she will be alone and forgotten. So often it is a form of nothingness.
PATRONUS: She was six and her family had gone out together for the first time in ages. Landon and her had played all day at the park and her parents…well they actually looked like they liked each other. She had gotten her first broom and they day had ended with ice cream and chocolate frogs.
DEMENTOR: When Nyx was 15 she got mixed up in “the wrong crowd” one summer. It was like she was finally accepted and seen by people outside of her brother and teachers. People who didn’t know what she was. They were muggles you see. She began to trust them and spent every day with them. Then they talked her into a party, she went and regretted it. It wasn’t the same there in that world. No one understood that her family was powerful in name and money. They she herself would be a great source of power in allegiance with a darkness they would never understand. And most of all they didn’t understand the word no. She was raped by those she thought where her friends and since then, trust has left her entirely. Muggles, have no meaning other than wrongness, a plague.
AMORENTIA: vanilla, rainstorms, old books, woods at night.
BASIC PERSONALITY: icey, sarcastic, thoughtful, strategic, manipulative, haunted, lost, loyal, creative, social.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER:Elaine St. Clair::49
BROTHER(S):Landon St. Clair::21
SISTER(S):none
OTHER:none
BLOOD STATUS:pureblood
HOMETOWN:Little Winging
CURRENT RESIDENCE:Hogwarts
BIOGRAPHY: Nyx’s parents married not out of love, but for money and pureblood status. They were shoved together by their parents and forced to live with someone they never would have even considered being friends with. The fighting had always been there, from the time Nyx could properly remember the scenes of her life, the yelling and the hate had always been there. But the hate had not been directed towards her. The St. Clairs loved their ‘darling little angle’ more than most anything in the world. Her every want and need was stratified at once. She was daddy’s princess and mothers little sweetheart. Life was grand. Living in a large mansion that her father owned, and the cars that came with it. Her parents were both rich and put that together you get aristocratic upper class.
Life was rich, and lovely, but it was like living in an ice palace. Her parents were rarely home, and when they were they didn’t speak. Divorce was not an option in the St. Clair family line. So rather than fight in their little ones presence they fought when they thought she couldn’t hear, late into the night, taunts and jest were made along with slamming doors. Her parents don’t even sleep in the same room for Christ sake. Nyx lived most of her life with nannies that came and went like holidays.
When she was about thirteen, Nyx asked her parents why they hated one another so much. Their shocked faces couldn’t be masked even by people of such composer such as themselves. The both calmly replied that they didn’t hate each other they loved each other and loved her too. That night as she went to sleep Nyx listened to the screams again. And that night she decided that if that was love. She never wanted anything to do with it.
Nyx had not been alone in this though. Her brother, Landon, had always been there. Three years older than she, he had always felt like a protector. They looked so alike many of their parents esteemed friends had though them to be twins. When her parents would fight she would slip into his room and they would sit on the floor just talking or playing some simple game to try and distract them from the noise. Throughout her years Landon had always stayed close by, as if his sister were fragile and easily broken. She had never been closer to anyone in her life. The finished each other’s sentences and constantly had the others back. It was simple, you messed with on St. Clair kid, you messed with both.
She never spoke about what happened the summer of her fifteenth year. And still won’t.
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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:randomly
OTHER CHARACTERS:none
RP SAMPLE:
The night was chilly or rather the extremely early morning was chilly. It must have been about 3:30am and the campus was eerily silent. Though out the back entrance and down the steps sat someone simply out of place. Gemma Scandal sat there on the bottom step with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her golden brown main was down in a seemingly elegant disarray. Simple blue plaid pajama pants donned her lower half and a white t-shirt covered her upper half. Her feet were bare and the fire engine red polish was painted to perfection. She had her arms wrapped securely around her legs as she shivered in the chill of the night. Her deep brown eyes closed for a moment as she seemed to try and shake something unpleasant from her mind. Which in fact, she was.
Nightmares. On nights when she managed to catch some sleep and slip into her dreams they quickly turned to nightmares that made her wake screaming and shaking. Then to afraid to close her eyes again she was left with nothing to do but wonder the empty halls of this school. What a charming place it seemed to be. She scoffed inwardly. Hell, everything seemed charming at first. Her life seemed charming. Her parents seemed charming and ever so in love, but not everything is as it seems.
Oh yes, how quaint. She shook her head once more opening her eyes in frustration. In her years here she had learned the rout which you were least likely to be stopped and the times of the morning that no one came looking for you. Only she seemed to wander the corridors late at night. But we’ve already been over how things seem and how they really are haven’t we? Yes, so I thought. Though, she had been aimlessly winding her way down the halls when she had had the sudden urge to stop. Odd for one such as herself who never wanted to quit moving. But now she found herself outside on the forlorn back steps shivering in the cold like a mindless idiot.
“I should have brought a jacket…” she muttered to herself, when in reality she knew it would be smart to simply go back to the dorm and curl up in her decent sized bed and try to get some sleep. But her insides seemed to shrink at the thought. She relived her nightmares enough in her waking hours, there was no need to give them the power to take over her subconscious as well. The night was foggy and she was beginning to feel her eyelids droop. Gemma started to stand but stopped suddenly someone had bumped into something the hall behind her... She was frozen on the spot. Nothing seemed to move.
She let out a breath that she hadn’t even known she was holding. It was noting. Just her overreac- There it was again! Who the hell was out wandering the halls at night? ‘What kind of crazy lunatic…’she stopped mid thought. She was out wandering the halls at night. She had probably scared some student to pieces walking by the dorms and down the stairs…but who else had picked up her terrible habit? Gemma stood up slowly and peaked through the glass in the door not really knowing what to expect
Nightmares. On nights when she managed to catch some sleep and slip into her dreams they quickly turned to nightmares that made her wake screaming and shaking. Then to afraid to close her eyes again she was left with nothing to do but wonder the empty halls of this school. What a charming place it seemed to be. She scoffed inwardly. Hell, everything seemed charming at first. Her life seemed charming. Her parents seemed charming and ever so in love, but not everything is as it seems.
Oh yes, how quaint. She shook her head once more opening her eyes in frustration. In her years here she had learned the rout which you were least likely to be stopped and the times of the morning that no one came looking for you. Only she seemed to wander the corridors late at night. But we’ve already been over how things seem and how they really are haven’t we? Yes, so I thought. Though, she had been aimlessly winding her way down the halls when she had had the sudden urge to stop. Odd for one such as herself who never wanted to quit moving. But now she found herself outside on the forlorn back steps shivering in the cold like a mindless idiot.
“I should have brought a jacket…” she muttered to herself, when in reality she knew it would be smart to simply go back to the dorm and curl up in her decent sized bed and try to get some sleep. But her insides seemed to shrink at the thought. She relived her nightmares enough in her waking hours, there was no need to give them the power to take over her subconscious as well. The night was foggy and she was beginning to feel her eyelids droop. Gemma started to stand but stopped suddenly someone had bumped into something the hall behind her... She was frozen on the spot. Nothing seemed to move.
She let out a breath that she hadn’t even known she was holding. It was noting. Just her overreac- There it was again! Who the hell was out wandering the halls at night? ‘What kind of crazy lunatic…’she stopped mid thought. She was out wandering the halls at night. She had probably scared some student to pieces walking by the dorms and down the stairs…but who else had picked up her terrible habit? Gemma stood up slowly and peaked through the glass in the door not really knowing what to expect
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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