Post by haven on Jul 24, 2009 0:20:20 GMT -5
Introducing: HAVEN CAPRIA WAY.
The Basics
Name; Haven Capria Way
Age; 17
Birthday; December first
Gender; Female
Year; Seventh
House; Slytherin
Occupation; student
Wand; 11.5", Chimaera Scale ,Mahogany
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance; Haven has a rather long face who's skin is practically flawless. She has rather high cheek bones which are always accented with a nice color blush. Her eyes are fairly wide and are easlily recognizable by their bright green color and they tend to have some combination of eyeliner and shadow on them. She's self concious about her lips, her bottom lip has been described as slightly pouty, while her top one just kind of sits there. She has chocolate brown hair that is naturally curly, which she sometimes straightens due to weather conditions. She's fairly skinny and has been referred to as a twig from some jealous people.
One thing about Haven is that she refuses to wear anything that wouldn't cost an arm and a leg to any mere witch or wizard. She high class and wants everyone to know that. If you were to peep into her closet right now you'd probably find an outfit for any and every occasion. When she's not wearing her uniform and it's a casual day she is usually wearing a plain pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Maybe if she's feeling particularly flirty she will wear either a mini skirt or a very short pair of shorts. On occasion she can be found wearing a sun dress, but it's very rare. On colder days she can usually be found in a classy sweater, jeans and boots. She tends to keep jewlery to a minimum usually sticking with just earings. She's not much for accessories.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; butterfly
Boggart;giant spiders eating her mangled carcus
Strengths;
-quick witted
-independent
-optimistic
-fashion
-perceptive
Weaknesses;
-can be a bit too tender hearted at times
-judgemental
-jealous to an extent
-Vain
-Narcassistic
-dreamy
Personality; Haven can come off as somewhat of a bitch to someone she feels that will never help benefit her. She likes to believe that she can read people like books and tends to go along with that idea on first impressions. If someone gives her a bad "vibe" then she tends just to say hi and not have the interest in making further conversation. If she likes you from the start though then she'll be absolutely pleasant to your face. She's not the loyalist of people, but when it comes to her best friends then she's absolutly loyal. One thing she can't stand in people is ignorance though, that's why she tends to dislike people that are younger than her. In that rare occasion that she likes someone younger than her then she believes that they are beyond their years.
She acts completely tough on the outside because she doesn't want everyone to know that she's just a scared and insecure little girl. She actually cares about everyone in a genuine cliche type of way, but she won't let everyone know that. She tends to do what's best for her though, and disreguards everyone else. She'll basically do anything she wants when she wants to because she believes in the saying "carpe diem." She's the type of girl that you don't want as your enemy though, she'll do anything to bring you down to your lowest point if you hurt her. She has one of the biggest trust problems so she tends to keep big things bottled up inside.
The Past
History; Unlike many of her peers, Haven was born abroad. When the old war was going on her parents felt it best that they stay away from the fight the best they could and sauntered over to good ol' Las Vegas. After watching all of those muggle movies about that town they kind of fell in love with it and planned on visiting there anyways. Not too long after the war was over her parents thought it would be fun to simply travel the globe. On their journey, somewhere along the way her mother Rosaline ended up pregnant with their only child. Rosy and her husband Curtis were simply thrilled, but that meant a lot less traveling until they had the baby. They didn't want any accidents to happen. So they settled down in a huge city known as LA, California.
Nine months later they popped out a little girl gracing her with the name Haven. After her birth they traveled so much that the young girl would never get a decent chance at an eduction. Her parents thought it best to do home school until hopefully she recieved her Hogwarts letter. Low and behold when she reached the age of eleven she recieved the white envelope with the Hogwarts crest upon the seal. Of course while she was being homeschooled her parents had told her about magic and everything that went along with it. She was delighted and more excited than anyone to go...the only problem was that she was currently in Sweden. Her parents moved back to England for a short time until she was able to go to school on her own. Now whenever she decideds to go home for the holidays or summer she has to find out where her parents will be and then floos to meet them.
When she got to Hogwarts she was sorted into Slytherin, neither of her parents were too happy...they had both come from Gryffindor, but these were different times. She instantly fell in love with potions and things pertaining to the dark arts but she doesn't much fancy getting into practicing any real dark magic. While growing up at Hogwarts she started getting a reputation as a giant slut because she tended to be seen with guys, when in all reality girls just tended to annoy her. They were just whiney, as the years went on though she began getting along better with people and now she finds herself in her last and final year at Hogwarts.
Put You To The Test
Password; admin edit
Roleplay Sample; This is from a marauders era rp where I played Rita Skeeter:
Jul 15, 2009 0:14:31 GMT -5 @rita said:
Outfit:
Mood:Mischevious
Weather:Outside it's rainy
"Please?" The blonde haired Ravenclaw girl asked, her cat like eyes fixed on his lips. She bit her lower lip as if to seem nervous and slowly licked it afterwards, "For me?" she continued, rubbing the end of her feathery quill between the small gap of her breast. She liked the fact that the boy was squirming in his seat, this is where she liked her prey to be before she sunk her teeth in. He nodded slowly and leaned in closer to her and with a quivery sound wispered in her hear. She smiled, her pearly white teeth constrasting with her bright red lipstick. She liked what she was hearing, to most people this might seem like a cute little get together between lovers; this was far from it.
She was scheming, plotting and potentially ruining her fellow students lives. It's what she lived for and what she felt she was born to do. If she ever dreamed of being a reporter for the Daily Prophet then this is exactly how she would make her name. Of course she wasn't popular with many of the students, she had a knack for exposing people and their drama filled lives. It did however spread her name across the school. Many people had learned to watch what they said about their friends and about themselves if she was around, what they didn't know was that she could be anywhere and they wouldn't even see her.She was a talented witch indeed, she had learned to transform herself into a bug at the drop of a hatch. She had trained herself to be an animagus. None of the students knew that though, no one ever would. It was her little secret.
She let the boy finish his little story, her smile never faultering. She'd remember everything she needed to, and if she forgot she could always add her own little twist. He pulled away from her ear and looked at her like he was expecting something in return. She smiled at him, her previous smile turning into one of seduction though. "Thank you." she told him while she brought her hand to his neck. She could feel his veins pulsing, poor boy. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Maybe we can catch up in the near future." She leaned her head in and left a smoldering kiss on his cheek near his ear, her red lipstick leaving a perfect lip on his skin. She got up quickly and made no haste to pull her skirt down to perfection, and walked away.
When she was out of sight and around the corner she quickly whipped out her quick quotes pen and her ever so trusty pad of paper; she uttered a quick spell and it was following diligintly behind her. If anyone were to see her it would look like a loyal dog obediently following its owner. She began to list away the things that they boy had told her not really paying attention to anything else. She finally realized that her skirt was still hiked up and silently smoothed it down. She rouned another corner and like any cliche story she bumped into someone, causing her to fall to the dirty floor.
