Post by daphne on Aug 31, 2008 18:07:08 GMT -5
Introducing: DAPHANE ROSELYN GREENGRASS GOYLE.
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[/img]The Basics
Name;
“Well, my full name is Daphne Roselyn Greengrass Goyle. If we are just meeting, you may call me Daphne Goyle or Mrs. Goyle. My friends call me Daphne, of course. As for what Gregory calls me? Well, that’s just for me and him.”
Age;
“They tell me 36 but I might tell you a smaller number. Depends on my mood that day.”
Birthday;
“I was brought into this world on November 17, 1972. A beautiful day, so I’m told.”
Gender;
“Have you seen this rockin’ body?! Definitely female.”
Year;
“Ah, darling, I’ve graduated already.”
House;
“Slytherin alumni and proud of it!”
Occupation;
“I’m a Death Eater, darling. But ssshh. I also own a shop with my husband.”
Wand;
“Willow, ten and a quarter inches, with a unicorn hair core.”
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance;
“My looks? Oh my, where to start? I am a very gorgeous woman and I am not afraid to say it aloud. My hair is dark, dark brown and can look almost black at times. I usually keep it straight and around my shoulders or mid back for the length. My eyes are a lovely light blue and unfortunately sometimes give away my emotions. I can normally keep my face composed but there are time when my temper gets away with me. I have a gorgeous face and flawless skin. All from taking good care of myself when I was younger. I have lovely tanned skin, you know. A perfect shade for me. I am very well proportioned as well as gifted with a hot body. I’m curvy and on the thin side. Thank goodness I took care of getting rid of my baby weight after I had my child. Of course, I’m not as skinny as I used to be when I was in school but that will happen to a woman after she’s had a baby.
As for my sense of style, well it’s amazing. Myself and my husband are not the richest people around but we aren’t poor either. We’re in the middle, I suppose. The upper part of the middle class but still, we live comfortably. So, that means I have pretty nice clothes. Normally I’ll just have on some designer jeans and a cute little shirt though I do like to play dress up. When the occasion presents itself, I love putting on glamorous dresses. I do love fashion so I am always fashionably dressed. If I’m not, then you had best know that something’s wrong!”
The Inner Layer
Patronus;
“I love my patronus. It’s a lovely tiger, representing my beauty, my cunning, and my power.”
Boggart;
“Oh dear, that’s only too easy for me. Images of my husband, my son, and my dear sister dead.”
Strengths;
“My beauty, my intelligence, my husband, my ability to think quickly, and my inner strength. Pride too for that matter.”
Weaknesses;
“My husband, son, and my sister. As well as my other family. My temper. Any threat of harm towards my family. I also tend to judge people too soon.”
Personality;
“And now you wish to know about my personality, hm? Well, alright. Despite what some people might think, I can be a nice person. I’m definitely someone you want as a friend rather than an enemy. I’m a dangerous girl. I am a very loyal person. I’d never betray the people that I care about. I can’t stand being lied to although I am forced to lie to some people since I’m secretly a Death Eater. Still, I much prefer to be honest and up front with people even if it offends them. Why should I care about that? If I want you to know something, I’ll you flat out. I have a sense of humor and I love using sarcasm. I’m actually pretty easy to get along with if you leave a good impression the first time I meet you. I tend to judge people rather quickly so you had better make me like you the first time we run into each other. I love animals so if I see you abusing one, I will have to hurt you. That’s just one of my soft spots. I’m very trustworthy and I can keep a lot of secrets. You want to tell me a secret? You can count on me to keep it. Unless you get on my bad side then I might just have to tell everyone I know.
My temper is something not to mess with. I wouldn’t say I’m easy to piss off but when you do, you had best back up. I don’t bottle anything in, I let it all out. I hold grudges against people and I’m not easy to forgive. You have to earn the right to get back on my good side. I know a lot of curses and I won’t hesitate to use them on you. Now, I know my husband has a bit of insane side but don’t we all? I’m a bit saner than him, I’d say. Killing is something I see as a necessity. Depending on who it is, I might enjoy it but I don’t really get into it as much as my husband does. I’ll dutifully kill someone if my Master asks me to do so. I’m definitely calmer than dear Greg is. I love him dearly and I honestly would do anything for him. He needs just to ask and he knows it. I love my son just as much as well as the rest of my family. And now, you know just a bit more about what makes me tick.”
The Past
History;
“My history too? Well, it’s honestly not all that interesting. You probably won’t believe me but it’s true. I suppose I can fill you in though, I’ve got time today.
So, I was born on November 17 in 1972 which makes me 36 now. I had a lovely childhood, spoiled to death by my parents. They loved me so much and I loved them. We were a loving bunch. We welcomed my sister, Astoria, into the world a couple years later. My sister and I were very close though we had our spats. We’re inseparable nowadays. But moving on, I was raised on the darker side. As in, I was raised with the Death Eaters’ view on muggle borns and all that. Still don’t like them. Well, I went off to school and was sorted into Slytherin, as was my sister when she came along. I was instantly accepted into the main circle of Slytherins with Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and that bunch. My sister joined us and was accepted as well. Some don’t know this but I actually had a relationship with none other than Draco Malfoy. Strange, right? I just try not to think about it really. I meet my now husband back then although, I’ll admit that I didn’t really pay that much attention to him. I had a great time during school, wreaking havoc with the rest of my gang. I did my best to watch out for my sister and protected her the best I could. When she was a little older, she confessed to me that she liked Draco Malfoy. They eventually got married after I talked to him a little bit about it. Then, we graduated Hogwarts after the immense battle that took place our seventh year.
I didn’t really see anyone for about a year or so. I was nineteen when I ran into Gregory Goyle again. My, had that boy grown into himself. He looked amazing. We hit it off and started dating. He eventually confessed to me that he had liked me for quite awhile during school. A couple months after that, we were engaged. We had a beautiful wedding and our honeymoon was one of the best nights of my life. Nine months later, we welcomed our only son into the world. Being pregnant was great, most of the time. Greg never hesitated to tell me how beautiful he thought I was while I was carrying our son. We named our little boy Craig. That was all Gregory’s idea. We love our son very much and raising him is truly a joy. He’s fourteen now and in Ravenclaw. He’s very, very smart. I would’ve preferred him in Slytherin but I don’t hold that against him. I still love him with all my heart.
Now, about my being a Death Eater. Gregory was one when I met up with him after school. I had been raised in the Death Eater beliefs so it was only natural that I follow him. I too joined the Death Eaters with him and now we both serve the new Dark Lord. We do so proudly though we must keep it a secret. It’s hard to live this double life but I do what I have to.”
Put You To The Test
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Roleplay Sample;
The sun rose on a day that looked to be a beautiful one. Animals stirred and birds chirped little morning greetings. The sun’s light shone on the darkened forests and lit pathways inside it. The world seemed to come alive as the day started. It shone over people’s houses and in some of them, people had started to wake up and get ready for the day. It shone into one particular window to try and rouse its occupant with no success. Narcissa Malfoy was in no mood to wake up nor to look out on what seemed to be a promising day. Unfortunately she happened to turn over and was greeted by a very bright light right in the face. She groaned and scrunched her already closed eyes and turned back over. She normally liked sunrises and sunsets but she hadn’t lately. She noticed that she had been hoping for a nice violent thunderstorm to wreck its havoc on the earth. Her wish hadn’t been granted and it didn’t seem like it would be today either. She sighed softly and opened her eyes to an open bed. This was something she hated but had sort of gotten used to.
She hated waking up to this cold bed, Lucius no where in sight. It seemed like he was never around anymore, always out on Death Eater business. He had taken over and was the new Dark Lord now. She knew that this job entailed a lot of work and attention to tiny details and lots of away time but she hadn’t expected this much. It seemed like she only saw him every once in a while, sometimes she had to wait at least two weeks before seeing her husband. It hurt her inside and she’d been thrown into a more weakened state because of this. She had been crying a lot and throwing temper tantrums all over the place. Lots of glass items had been broken because of her throwing them out of anger and hurt. She also had been drinking more, trying to drink herself to sleep. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep if drink didn’t work that night. There was no telling what it would be on a particular night. She had completely frightened the house elves by her random and violent mood swings. She didn’t like being reduced to this state of weakness.
She should be able to keep it all inside and only cry when absolutely no one was around. She was only to express emotions of happiness or great pleasure. Anger and coldness were some more that she was allowed to show. Never was she to let the weak side of herself show. She was a Malfoy and was expected to act like one. Yet not seeing her husband at all and barely seeing her son had reduced her to showing her weaknesses. She was scared that perhaps Lucius wasn’t happy with her and was staying away from her because he was that disappointed with her. Had she done something wrong? She didn’t know but she didn’t think she had. She’d done nothing to offend him at all. She couldn’t remember having any fights recently or making any mistakes when he hadn’t been around. Was he simply bored with her? Had he found someone better, more able to be his wife? Did he think she wasn’t capable of this anymore? Had he stopped loving her?
All these questions hurt her so much. They tore at her heart which she had willingly given to him. She didn’t like to think of these things but there they were. And they had been creeping into her mind at all times of the day. Forever did they pester her and make her sad and angry and hurt. She hated it and wished everything could go back to normal. She didn’t want to live like this anymore. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she stared straight ahead at the dark green wall of the bedroom she shared with Lucius. She blindly let her hand travel to his spot on the bed and felt only empty coldness. She let another tear slid slowly down her cheek. Soon, she was sobbing as she had been accustomed to doing as of recently. She had learned long ago to cry silently and without scrunching her face up. She just sat there, hot tears flowing rapidly from her dull blue eyes. Her eyes had lost that light that used to be there, whenever Lucius had been around. Whenever she saw him every day and every night. That was what she was used to.
She put her head in her hands as she let the tears flow freely. She didn’t care anymore. She really didn’t care who saw her now. Why should she hide it? She sighed through the silent sobs and let her shoulders shake. She wanted her husband back. Was that so much to ask? All she wanted was to be in her beloved’s company as it had used to be. They would wake up each morning in each other’s arms and would share morning greetings with smiles on their faces. They would then get ready for the day and go down to breakfast, sometimes accompanied by Draco and his wife, Sadie. They would then go around the house doing minor things and would spend the day to themselves usually until dinner time. Then they would eat together and adjourn to the sitting room. They would then share the events of their day and sip at fine wine and talk and laugh until about nine o’clock. They would then head upstairs and get ready for bed. This would be followed by more talking until they both fell asleep. Then the new day came and it was started all over again. That was what she wanted back.
Thinking of all this and the questions she thought of all the time made her cry even harder. After some time had gone by, about half an hour, the sobs had finally slowed and then stopped. She was getting used to these prolonged crying spells. She didn’t even bother to wipe the tears away from her cheeks or to make herself look any better. It wasn’t like anyone but the house elves would be seeing her today. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked to see that a house elf had appeared at the door. The little female trembled and squeaked, “Can Libby get Mistress anything?” Narcissa narrowed her eyes at the little elf in a sudden burst of anger. She knew the house elf was innocent but there was no one else to take her anger out on. She threw the covers back and stood up. “Yes, you can get me my husband back!” She screeched and threw a pillow at it. The house elf scurried quickly out of the room as she really didn’t want to experience more of Narcissa’s temper. Cissa’s eyes flashed angrily as she picked up a glass vase from one of the bedside tables and threw it at the wall. It made contact with the solid surface and shattered. She then picked up a bottle of wine and threw it at the wall. It too shattered and fell to the floor, its contents leaving a blood red stain on the green surface.
She sank to the floor in tears again as she let the frustration pour out in her tears. She hated being this weak. Her damn husband had reduced her to this state because of his neglection. She didn’t even hear someone approaching the bedroom door.
(Not the kind of post you’ll get out of me every single post I do obviously but I really do love this post I wrote up for a different site which is why I’m using it.)
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