Post by Zee on Jul 25, 2009 22:51:02 GMT -5
LILYnymphadoraPOTTER
[/right][/size]Name: Lily Potter
Year, House fourth, slytherin
Nationality: English
Exterior
Description: Lily has bright red hair and dark eyes just like her mother. She keeps her hair long and stringy, loving the unkempt look. Her skin has a very pale tone, allowing her few freckles to shine through on her skin. Her cheekbones are rather high, causing her eyes to squint when she smiles, showing both dimples on either side of her face. Her body type is quite average, just like any other fourteen year old girl’s. Her bone structure is rather curvy, however, making it appear as if she were older than she actually is.
Lily’s clothing style changes as her personality changes. She has been trying to discover who she is and what she likes, clothing included. As of now, she wears very traditional British styles. All of her Jeans come from aftershock, a popular clothing store in London; she wears a mixture of flair, skinny, and low rider jeans, all embellished with gems or crystals. Her shirts are usually vintage tees which she buys from a thrift store down the road from the Potter house. The only time she ever wears a skirt is during school hours, under her robe. However, you will never find her wearing shoes, no matter what time of the day it is or where she is in or out of the castle. Shoes just aren’t her thing. Lily never carries a purse, and is always covered in costume jewelry. She has a style of her own and isn’t afraid to show it.
Celebrity Claim: Emma Stone
Persona
[/right][/size]Likes/Dislikes: +pudding+sparkles+gems+music+singing+hogwarts+charms+potions+boys+hanging out+friends+the lake+;;-shoes-food-her family-talking-dull colors-the forest-coloring-walking-transfiguration.
Strengths/Weaknesses:+singing+potions+charms+baking+magic+horseback riding+fashion;;-talking-sympathy-boys-cooking-school-alcohol.
Personality: Lily is a very quiet girl until you get to know her. She sticks to her house and doesn’t try to make friends out of the Slytherins. She is quite the opposite of her large family and doesn’t mind it. She would rather hang out with her friends rather than her own blood. Something about the fame annoys her. Lily wants the world to know her name, not her family’s name. Her ambition is to be a singer in the muggle world, and a Professor in the wizard world. She is very good at charms and loves to chant spells. She isn’t that good at her school work, but she gets by just enough to pass. She can’t be bothered to worry about things like that because her priorities are her friends and her music, not her school work.
If Lily considers you one of her good friends, she opens up about her feelings, and you find that she’s not very shy, nor is she very snobby. Most people find her shyness a cruel façade, but her friends know better. She would gladly lay down her life for any of them, something she inherited from her father, no doubt. Lily never laughs; she always giggles. It’s a rather squealing, little girl giggle. She never blushes, despite how pale her skin is. Nothing ever seems to embarrass her. Boys make her absolutely weak at the knees. She wouldn’t call herself an alcohol addict, but she is never found without a water bottle, half filled with vodka, no doubt. No one knows her little secret, and she intends to keep it that way. Lily might be a simple person on the outside, but her innermost character is very complex: so complex, in fact, that Lily doesn’t even know who she is….but she’s willing to find out.
LILY, A History
[/right][/size]Guardians/Parents:Harry & Ginny Potter
Brothers/Sisters:James, Albus
Biography: Lily Potter was born on February 14th in the London Hospital at 2:32 in the morning. She doesn’t remember much about this day, but her parents constantly remind her of how quiet she was at first, which caused all of the nurses and doctors to worry. Thinking that she wasn’t breathing, they put her in a ventilator, leaving her parents in the room with her, giving them time alone. Harry and Ginny, however, were not as worried as the medical workers. With a quick and silent wave of his wand, Harry sent Lily into a crying frenzy, allowing air to flow into her tiny body, and classified it as a miracle. From that day on, they knew Lily would be a mess to handle, and they were right.
Growing up, Lily’s powers weren’t exactly tamable. She always got her way, whether her parents gave into her requests or not. If she wanted the sucker in the store, she would somehow end up with it later in the car. Her powers were showing great strength, yet great danger as well. Her parents were always worried about exposure in a muggle school, so instead of attending a public school like her brothers did, she stayed home, and Harry taught her some basics of schooling. The children in the Potter house grew up not hearing the stories about their parents and friends; Harry and Ginny just didn’t see any need in telling them. But the second James attending Hogwarts, he came back with stories about both of his parents, and their aunts and uncles. It was then that Harry and Ginny sat the three down and told them the famous story of Voldemort and his defeat.
Lily was fascinated. She wasn’t fascinated with the fact that it was her family that had all of these amazing adventures, but just that adventures like this existed. She had always had a very big imagination, and loved to hear stories like this, but never imagined them to be real. Her dark brown eyes got bigger with every story she heard from her brothers about Hogwarts, and about her parents. She was ready to attend this school and make a name for herself. Upon entering the school that fateful night, she was so excited to be sorted into her own house. Knowing that her family had been Gryffindors through and through made her turn her nose up to that option. It was Slytherin that captured her attention, but more than that it was the boy in Slytherin…the one who was sitting at the table amongst a few friends, the one who caught her eye. Scorpius Malfoy. Her crush on many different levels.
The two became best friends, and her family never let her live it down. It’s been three years since then, and nothing too exciting has happened to Lily. She still doesn’t get along with her parents or anyone in her family for that matter. The only one she can truly communicate with is Teddy, and even then she doesn’t spill her entire feelings to him. She just strolls through the halls of Hogwarts, avoiding people on all possible levels, making sure her grades were just enough to pass her on to the next level. She doesn’t care what people are saying about her at the moment, and she doesn’t care about what’s going on around her. Lily just wants her adventure, and she’s willing to do anything it takes to make her name famous.
Anything.
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[/right][/size]roleplay example:
The day had definitely been slow and hectic. Chloe was still trying to adjust to being back in Forks after these long three years, and she was also trying to adjust to being the talk of the town. Honestly, it’s like a town like Forks had never seen drugs. Of course, Chloe could like with the best of them, therefore, her parents never said a word to her. Even if they didn’t believe her, they still never said anything. What respectable lawyer wanted to have a druggie for a daughter? Exactly. Her father had started avoiding her when he made his weekend visits; like he hadn’t avoided her before? He just did it more often and much more noticeable now. That was fine with Chloe, though; it just have her more freedom and room to do whatever the heck she wanted. But, she wanted to be with him, like old times, before he had gotten that job in Seattle, before he had cheated on her mother, before she had moved to LA for three years and became the girl she was now. She wanted to just be with her father, but that was never going to happened again. Just thinking about such depressing things made Chloe drag out the old reliable needle.
After a few shots of this and a few hits of that, she was ready to take on the night. Too bad nights around this town were nothing like LA. Here, everyone was so respectable and so down to earth. Didn’t anyone just want to forget their troubles for a while and hang loose? Maybe that was Chloe’s problem though: hanging loose way too much. Oh well. I’d like to see someone try and change her; good luck. Digging through her closet, she found an old pair of grungy jeans, and a dark purple see through, long sleeve shirt. Putting a black tank top underneath the sweater, and throwing on an old pair of purple converse sneakers, she was on her way out the front door. ”Don’t be too late!” her mother’s voice rang out. Yeah, as if she would ever notice when and if Chloe came back.
The chill of the night air hit her harder than she expected, and she was glad to have her trusty supplies buried deep within the pocket of her black messenger bag, which hung loosely over her shoulder. Oh yeah, tonight was one of those nights. There had been way too much yelling and screaming in the house today, and she needed a breather. And not everyone breaths air. Skipping along the streets of Forks was very entertaining to her. Well, it would be entertaining to you if you were strung. Her brown eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was blowing all over the place, and she didn’t even care. Crossing the street, without even looking both ways, Chloe started humming a tune. What tune? She didn’t know; it was just some random tune. The people on the street looked at her with fury in their eyes. Oh yes, how dare someone come back and screw up their perfect little town? Rolling her eyes she just kept walking. Where was she going? No earthly idea.
The park was filled with too many children and overprotective parents; there was no way she could stay there and have fun. The shops were too lit and too crowded for her taste right now. So if Forks couldn’t offer her exactly what she wanted, what around here could? Her mind began wandering, and she quickly decided the woods would honestly be the best place. It was hidden, secluded, dark, and no one would find her. But as soon as she began wandering through said woods, she immediately regretted it. She wanted some company.
Her thoughts ran wild as she took a seat on the forest floor, leaning back against a tree. Honestly, she needed something to get her mind off this. Anything at all. Reaching into her bag, she retracted a tiny bag, stuck her finger in there, twirling it around, and then nervously putting it away. Raising her finger to her nose, she began inhaling the substance deeply and sighed in slight relief. It wasn’t long before her body was laid out on her side, and a soft humming noise was coming from her tiny lips again. See, now this got rid of bad thoughts. This is exactly what made her feel like she belonged somewhere in the world; even if it was on a different plane.
After a few shots of this and a few hits of that, she was ready to take on the night. Too bad nights around this town were nothing like LA. Here, everyone was so respectable and so down to earth. Didn’t anyone just want to forget their troubles for a while and hang loose? Maybe that was Chloe’s problem though: hanging loose way too much. Oh well. I’d like to see someone try and change her; good luck. Digging through her closet, she found an old pair of grungy jeans, and a dark purple see through, long sleeve shirt. Putting a black tank top underneath the sweater, and throwing on an old pair of purple converse sneakers, she was on her way out the front door. ”Don’t be too late!” her mother’s voice rang out. Yeah, as if she would ever notice when and if Chloe came back.
The chill of the night air hit her harder than she expected, and she was glad to have her trusty supplies buried deep within the pocket of her black messenger bag, which hung loosely over her shoulder. Oh yeah, tonight was one of those nights. There had been way too much yelling and screaming in the house today, and she needed a breather. And not everyone breaths air. Skipping along the streets of Forks was very entertaining to her. Well, it would be entertaining to you if you were strung. Her brown eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was blowing all over the place, and she didn’t even care. Crossing the street, without even looking both ways, Chloe started humming a tune. What tune? She didn’t know; it was just some random tune. The people on the street looked at her with fury in their eyes. Oh yes, how dare someone come back and screw up their perfect little town? Rolling her eyes she just kept walking. Where was she going? No earthly idea.
The park was filled with too many children and overprotective parents; there was no way she could stay there and have fun. The shops were too lit and too crowded for her taste right now. So if Forks couldn’t offer her exactly what she wanted, what around here could? Her mind began wandering, and she quickly decided the woods would honestly be the best place. It was hidden, secluded, dark, and no one would find her. But as soon as she began wandering through said woods, she immediately regretted it. She wanted some company.
Her thoughts ran wild as she took a seat on the forest floor, leaning back against a tree. Honestly, she needed something to get her mind off this. Anything at all. Reaching into her bag, she retracted a tiny bag, stuck her finger in there, twirling it around, and then nervously putting it away. Raising her finger to her nose, she began inhaling the substance deeply and sighed in slight relief. It wasn’t long before her body was laid out on her side, and a soft humming noise was coming from her tiny lips again. See, now this got rid of bad thoughts. This is exactly what made her feel like she belonged somewhere in the world; even if it was on a different plane.
