Post by astoria on Jul 28, 2009 13:14:30 GMT -5
ASTORIA CAS GREENGRASS.
"hand me my leather"
"hand me my leather"
BACK TO BASICS
[/font][/b][/color]astoria cas greengrass , twenty-six , secretary for a wizard in the ministry's law department / former slytherin , a small house in the country side , she's a lonely woman , pure[/font][/center]
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]"as a young girl i was taught not to have an opinion. there was only one way of thinking, and it was the pureblood's way of thinking, and it was the right way of thinking. i neither agreed nor disagreed, i simply learned the rules and learned to live by them. because of this, i began to believe that belonging to such a highly regarded bloodline was simply a hassle. many of my peers didn't face the same expectations or pressures that i experienced at home, but now that they have to answer to us i'm convinced that it's all paying off, at least for now it is.
"i neither agree nor disagree with the dark lord's version of society. i do not look down on those less pure than i, but as i have always done i continue to play by the rules. for now the dark lord's laws are benefiting me, and i cannot help but be thankful for that. perhaps it is about time that the purebloods were put on top of everything, for i know that i personally, along with i'm sure several others, have endured to much as a pureblood for it all just to go to waste."
FAMILY MATTERS
[/font][/b][/color]beatrice davies greengrass , ares greengrass , daphne greengrass [/font][/center]
PERSONALITY
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]astoria has never had a very good sense of self. she has no defining trait, or at least no one ever gets close enough to find out. she's a very reserved person who lives and breathes by the phrase 'only speak when spoken to.' this is not because she is shy, or has some kind of personality disorder, it is simply because she sees no real reason in saying anything at all. in her experiences no one wants to listen.
astoria was raised in somewhat an old fashioned sort of way. she was given a very specific role to play in the family and was not allowed to play anything else. this role wasn't a main character, didn't have very many lines, and was a bit flat. she was to grow up to be some man's perfect wife, support him in everything he did and most importantly, end up carrying his pureblooded child. in the end she figured it was easier, if not better, to simply go with the flow. she lives indifferently agreeing and disagreeing in whichever way benefits her best while keeping her thoughts and opinions private.
reserved, polite, logical, indifferent
likes; sweets, the easy way out, bluntness, having a purpose, completion
dislikes; being touched, conflict, sympathizing with others, things with only 'sentimental values', not understanding
YOUR OUTLOOK
[/font][/b][/color][/font][/center]mostly astoria has a sad look about her. her face has hollow features, her body bearing limp limbs. it all seems to be there without purpose. her brown hair is long to match the recurring theme: length, in her body. she's not particularly tall, but her thin build and stiff posture give her some sense of superiority. however, most of this crumbles when even the slightest things cause a reaction in her skin.
much like severe eczema, astoria's skin gets very irritated after being in contact with just about anything: perfume, the brush of someone's clothing, even the touch of another's skin. when something sets a reaction off her once pale skin becomes red and splotchy. it itches and prickles until it becomes painful and eventually spreads. because of this astoria tends to cover most of her body when she dresses and prefers the very traditional 'skirts and dresses' attire accompanied by simple robes and almost always a pair of beat up leather gloves.
sad, careful, delicate, proper, plain
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MAGICAL ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]hogwarts, at the age of seventeen after her seventh year, six and a half inch graphorn horn core ebony wood
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YOUR ABILITY
[/font][/b][/color]Mistakes are one of the few things that people are consistent with in life. They happen to everyone at any time and are really just another part of everyday life. However, I know of a few people who would beg to differ. These people have no lives and their whole existence revolves around their being perfect. These people are also delusional. No one on this earth can possibly avoid mistakes completely because mistakes are human nature. That being said, anyone of you out there who thinks their perfect either you're wrong or you're not human. Take your pick.
Tori, was not one of those people. In fact she was quite mistake prone. It was natural to make little slip ups on a regular basis, and all of us do. There was never a mistake to big for Tori. The thing about this peculiar woman was that she could always let go of these things. She would never hold in anger towards herself because she made a little mistake, if she'd done something wrong she'd always find a way to fix it, and if she couldn't fix it she would always move one and forget it.
That really is what you gotta do in life in'it? You really can't just hold onto your mistakes and spend your time moping about it. I bet in the big scheme of things the fact that you mistook some guy in the mob to be Leonardo Dicaprio is not really a big deal. Besides if you held on to every single little mistake you made there would not be enough time in a lifetime to spend moping about it. We all mistakes like it or not and there's no way to avoid it. Besides, our flaws are the beauty of humanity and Tori displayed it well.
Tori always carried herself in a very confident way. Weather or not she really was that confident was questionable, but that's not the point. The point is there was nothing that could stand in the way of the good mood that she always seemed to be in, especially that evening. Of course, there would be that moment in the middle of the night, when she'd gone to bed after pleasuring some whore, where she'd wake up crying from the painful memories she'd endured. But that face was not for the public, especially as Tori entered the cafe for her upcoming performance.
Tori didn't like cafes, never did and never will, but gathered all the courage she could get upon entering. For all she knew this was a place full of book reading stiffs, and from what was playing on the stage now Tori thought she was liable to get kicked out if she couldn't match the air of pure boringness that was being displayed now. If this is what people were expecting of her tonight, well, they were about to be in for a disappointment. Either that or they would think she was mind blowingly awesome. Tori smiled at the thought, but couldn't imagine it ever happening.
Tori looked around for an open seat. She planned to make herself comfortable for the half an hour [give or take] that she had before her set. She had been known for showing up to shows two minutes before getting called on and apparently that was not very professional. Or so she'd been told after getting fired three times over. So today she showed up half an hour early, just to be sure.
Tori spotted an open chair at a table beside someone she thought she knew. Sure, all she really saw was the back of his head, but once he lit that cigarette she was positive the man she saw was in fact Daniel. The man couldn't last five seconds without a smoke, it had to be him. Confident in her decision Tori made her way to the table, intending on sitting down. Before doing so however, she tapped her supposed friend on the shoulder to get is attention.
"Lovely evening for me to be thrown off the stage in'it Daniel?" asked her rough british accent and harsh voice. Life had not been quite the same for Tori lately. Throat was sore and she coughed like she had a never ending cold, she always felt like there was something restraining her breathing. It was terrible, but Tori was confident that it was just a flu or something and that it would go away in a few days, however if she kept straining her voice with the music she sung she may never have a voice again!
Tori took the seat beside her assumed friend, not noticing at all that he was not who she thought he was. Instead she fixed her eyes on the stage where she would be in not thirty minutes. It's not like she'd never performed before, it's more like the last time she played at a cafe she'd been egged to the point where there was no inch of her not covered with either yolk or white. Good thing she didn't hang onto mistakes.
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