Post by lizabeth on Aug 15, 2009 14:22:20 GMT -5
Introducing: Lizabeth Bordeleau.
The Basics
Name; Lizabeth Bordeleau
Age; 30
Birthday; October, 31st
Gender; Female
Year;2008
House; Former Slytherin
Occupation; Daily Prophet Gossip Reporter (Hopefully)
Wand; 8" yew, Unicorn Hoof
The Outer Layer
Physical Appearance; [1-2 Paragraphs minimum]
Lizabeth is very short, and still looks like a teenager. At Thirteen she dwarfed and stopped growing at 5'. She has lived her life looking so small, she makes up for it in her personaliy.
She has long blonde hair which is, depending on her mood, Straight or curly. Bright green eyes, that iluminates her path forward. There isnt a thing that gets by them. She has a full back black tattoo of a dragon with bright green eyes.
The Inner Layer
Patronus; Iguana
Boggart; Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon
Strengths;
- Talking
- Lieing
- Writing
Weaknesses;
- Love/Affection
- Puppies
- O.C.D.ness
Personality;
Lizabeth is Purely Chaotic, She likes chaos so much she loves to create. from being insane to serious in 0 sec. she can get even the most sane person to spert all there secrets, just by confusing them.
Lizabeth has a bubbly personality with close friends, and people she needs info out of. But she has wild mood swings, and a very large temper. Don't get on her badside, she will keep grudges forever. At the same time she never lets anything get in the way of her work, it is most important to bring chaos with gossip.
The Past
History;
Lizabeth never knew her parents, they had been Death Eaters who were killed before she was born was all her aunt told her, Her whole life. Never did her aunt mention her sister or her brother-in-laws name to Lizabeth, neither how they died. Whenever Lizabeth asked she got the same responce 'Don't dwell on the past!' that ended the conversastion.
Growing up in a dark art family she learned in early life not to trust anyone but family. When she entered hogwarts she made friends, and because of her moulth/attention she learned just about everything there was about everyone. She called it a gift, and she used it often to get her way. Some said she had a heart of coal, but that was just fine with her and her group of slytherin friends who just used each other for power.
Lizabeth got through school fine, she wasn't top of her class but she wasn't stupid either. Her attention was more of what was going on then her homework. She still got good O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s wether it was all her or if she blackmailed others to help her was never determined. but she left school doing well in the community.
She never joined the Death Eaters, but she didn't stand in there way either. She helped her aunt out as much as she could around the house after she left school and during school breaks making potions incase of and Order member dropped by her dark art things would disapear. Two years after leaving school her aunt passed away leaving her alone.
Older in life, Lizabeth took her gift to the next level, gossip. She joined the daily prophet as a way of putting her name out there to find any secrets that might unreveal themselves about her life, well revealing others secrets.
[Leaving aunts name out.. because I can't think of a good one, having a major brain fail of creative names]
Put You To The Test
Password; omg a bird
Roleplay Sample; [2 paragraphs minimum]
[Way Different Character, Same name.. from HMSOWAW4]
Rain, freezing rain, hit the stain glass windows of the large library. Flutters of turning pages all around from students studying with quiet chatter. The normal scene of a rainy Sunday, students doing last minute work, all but one. A girl was sitting under one of the large windows, with her back against the cold wall. The girl looked so small in such baggy clothing, a hood draped over her blond hair, but her bright green eyes stood strong staring at the words of the book in her hands.
Lizabeth sat so still so silent, that no one would have noticed her there, she turned the pages so slowly that it barely made a noise. Practice of keeping to herself taught her that the quieter she was that people didn't bother her, She had never been yelled at by the librarian and never planned on it. Lizabeth probably had sat there for probably six hours now, deeming as is it was reaching 3 o'clock.
There was a thick stack of books beside her, things from text books to children stories, she absorbed them all. Spending all her spare time reading, meant she new things people wouldn't know unless specifically studied for years. It didn't take her long to finish these books, they were like sweets to a child. Gone faster then wanted.
To Lizabeth, life was simpler to be in a book then deal with people. People skills were not a priority, she didn't talk much, since she was abandoned by her fake parents she has leaned away from interactions with others. The trust just wasn't there, The faith of others was lost forever behind green volts.
Slowly the pages shut as the result of a end, she placed her long slender fingers on the back of the book and focused on the images that were inside practicing to hold them in her mind, make them real for herself. She hadn't been able to hold an image long enough in her brain to make it seam real. Make it seam that she could reach out and touch the cauldron, see the substance boiling, feel the heat of the fire. Then it was gone, disappeared into thin air leaving her in the darkness of her eye lids.
[Not My Best, but I guess it works]