FOX, riley ava

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{ riley ava fox }
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MEET MISS ( RILEY FOX). BORN INTO A ( HALFBLOOD ) FAMILY ( RILEY ) ONLY ( 16 ) YEARS OLD, ( FEARLESS ) AND ( ARROGANT ) IT'S NO WONDER THAT RAGGED HAT PUT HER IN ( GRYFFINDOR ).

you can take everything i am
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FULL NAME: riley ava fox
AGE AND BIRTHDATE: 14th december
BLOOD STATUS: halfblood
HOUSE: gryffindor
YEAR: sixth
WAND TYPE: ebony, 12 inches, dragon heart string core

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you can break everything i am
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PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: standing at a proud 5ft7, riley has a body that's not stick thin, but not over-weight. she's one of the few girls who is proud to be a little curvier, shape means sexy. she has a well-proportioned face and long, flowing blonde hair to frame it. she has a warm complexion, and from being in the sun every day as a kid, she's earned plenty of freckles to cluster her body. riley's style varies like her personality, though she's a tomboy at heart. she'll pick jeans and a t-shirt over a dress any day, but she'll make the effort when it's necessary. after all, riley is still a woman and does have an eye for fashion.

riley has been labelled many things, but ugly has never been one of them. she, herself sees nothing all that special in her looks, though she is comfortable enough in her own skin, and doesn't have any plans to change.
PLAY BY: jennifer lawrence

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go on and try to tear me down
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STRENGTHS: transfiguration, charismatic, knowledgeable, mature, family, friends, fearless and athletic.
WEAKNESSES: defensive, insecure, impatient, lack of concentration, bossy, aggressive.
QUIRKS OR HABITS: yawning & tapping fingers off surfaces
BOGGART: storms; riley had always been afraid of the dark, and still at seventeen, has trouble sleeping in total darnkess. the sun will dry it up.
PATRONUS: meeting the people who soon adopted her; a dolphin
AMORTENTIA: her mother's perfume, freshly baked bread and chocolate.
LIKES: photography, vintage muggle fashion, cats, riding a broomstick, dueling class, food, pranks, jokes, laughing and summer.
DISLIKES people, rain, studying, being irritated, waiting, feeling tired, muggle prejudice, politics, stupidity, her anger and being sick.
PERSONALITY:

THE PRO'S out-going . fearless . intelligent . charismatic . humorous . enthusiastic . brave . daring
just like her parents, riley has such a thirst and enthusiasm for life. from an early age she's been curious about everything, and she's been a bit rude without having the intention, riley is just a questionable girl. she is a laid-back, relaxed person, but she is known for seizing the day, and for her brain. though she's the more adventurous and practical type, riley is incredibly knowledgeable. riley only has one shot at this life, and she doesn't intend to waste it. she's also very protective over those she loves, for instance each of her family members, she feels somewhat responsible for. they gave her a home and their love, so riley is aiming to repay them. as she's gotten older, riley has matured well. she's experienced things from first hand, to know her morals.

THE CON'S aggressive . ignorant . arrogant . jealous . defensive . insecure . impatient . angry . hurtful . bossy
although riley is fun and enthusiastic, she's also arrogant, short-tempered and a little bit annoying. riley can't take no for an answer and what she believes is right can be completely wrong, but she hates to be proven otherwise. riley has a bad temper, and can be irritated by the smallest things, and if she is, she will not handle it politely. she can be a real inconsiderate bitch, and sometimes she doesn't care. she knows she's flawed, but she would rather be hated for being herself, than being forgotten for fitting in and keeping quiet. this may seem strange, but riley hates having enemies, and they're not hard to come by. she's earned quite a reputation for being the harsh, ignorant girl that she can be.

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i will be rising from the ground
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FAMILY charles, fifty, scientist, muggle (adopted)
genna, forty four, housewife, muggle (adopted)
alex, fourteen, muggle
HISTORY originally, riley was going to be the third daughter of an already-full family. they were poor, unable to care for a new baby, so they decided to give her up, so that she might have a better and fuller life. it was out of love, not disregard, that they handed riley over to an orphanage, and went on their way. the father of riley was a wizard, and this was a secret he will keep, probably to his grave. this heritage was passed onto the orphan baby riley, named so by the people who cared for her for the first four years of her life, up until a muggle couple, already with a child, who were willing and eager to adopt a sibling for their one-year-old son, alex. riley was the first orphan to greet the family, at four years old, she was already confident, friendly and very charming. charles and genna adopted riley immediately, and fitted in perfectly as the daughter and sister to the fox family.

riley attended school for muggles, because at the time everyone believed that she was a muggle. nobody knew differently. that was until riley's first sign of magic presented itself. she was seven, and it was alex's fourth birthday party. genna had just brought the cake into the living room and alex was just about to blow out his candles when rain started falling from the ceiling. this was when a witch from the ministry arrived and explained what was happening, riley was informed too, and it wasn't long before she was hyper with excitement. her parents were partially stunned, but nonetheless proud of their daughter, and they were looking forward to her being enrolled at hogwarts school of magic.

riley wasn't nervous at all to start school, though she had plenty of reasons to be. she'd never been to any form of school before, and this was a school to learn magic for goodness sake, but riley was giddy with anticipation, she had nothing to lose and everything to look forward to. her parents were slowly getting used to it all, but alex was simply jealous. riley made friends right from the beginning, on the train that took them to the school. riley's school career began well, she's made friends, was getting familiar with the school and she wasn't doing so bad in classes, considering she was a muggle for the most of her childhood, riley picked up on her magical skills straight away. for years she was a joyful and well-behaved student, but then came fourth year.

like any adolescent youth, riley began to find herself, she was moulding into who she is now. she began to get a little bitter, looking at the negatives more than the positives, she became very shallow and insecure about herself. all of this goes back to how riley was once an orphan. she couldn't help the feelings of neglect, of feeling unwanted and useless. this angered riley, and it spurred a whole different side of her that now defines her. she is intimidating, she is ruthless, she is short-tempered, she is confused. you either know her and love her, or you don't and hate her. bottom line, riley doesn't intend to change for anyone, she lives for herself and that's that.

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to watch me while i bleed
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ALIAS: the joker
AGE: eighteen
TIMEZONE: uk?
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

At this moment in time, society seems to have gone back to Victorian times, when this world belonged to the male species. Their other-halves, wives, girlfriends have lost their identities and who they are, what they could have become. They become the property of their husband, and they're bound to serve him like a slave, or better a dog, abiding and begging for some affection. Women had no names, no form of escaping from the greedy grasp of their husbands. And those were the well-off people. There was a darkness that overshadowed the whole of the world, marks of woe covering every corner and street. It was so current that all one could do was pity, there was no surprise left. Those stuck in poverty had no way of escaping, their hope had been tarnished and anybody who had potential of helping merely turned their backs. Where was the trust and faith in one another? It was simple, there wasn't any. The delight and thrill of success and progression had faded since Harry Potter had left the scene. It was rumored that the Death Eaters were recruiting again, not to mention that murdering psychopath that roams the earth slaughtering anyone in his way, and with a smile.

All might be completely lost for the wizarding world, but it doesn't seem as though anybody cares. So what's the use in trying to fight for something that's already defeated? What use is fixing something that's already broken? The cracks are still there to remind you, to taunt and insult you.

The misery and pessimistic atmosphere of the world didn't seem to stop some. Some being a small group of people who'd stumbled upon each other one evening in a bar. They'd each gotten drunk in solitude and one by one joined together and never left each other's side since. One of the more louder and up-front of the group was Doryen Goyle, an almost outlaw of a witch. Her wand had been misplaced months ago, and she wasn't planning on finding it or replacing it. All of her new friends were muggles, or so she thought. It crossed her mind more than once that maybe they could be witches, but keeping their true identity hidden, just like herself. But what did it matter anyway, magical or not, Doryen was making the most of her failed life. She'd left work at the video store by day, burlesque dancer by night. And she'd began to focus on her muggle-self, the side of her that was busting from her skin at every chance it got. She'd started strumming on her guitar again, and attending concerts. An idea was tossed around, that Doryen and her group should form a band, but Doryen could never think of playing her guitar as a job.

It was odd, to see how Doryen had changed. The friends and loved ones she'd left behind long ago, or tried to. Two people stuck out and just refused to leave her thoughts. Doryen couldn't ever forget her best and eternal friend, Kelsey. Doryen wondered how she was doing, how life was treating her, but Doryen didn't want to invade Kelsey's life. She knew she'd only stir problems and bad memories up, and so she didn't bother to return any owls from Kelsey, though she wanted to badly, just to see how she was doing, and if Kelsey, even just a little bit, missed Doryen. And then there was the blonde lovely that would just stay in Doryen's mind all the time, even in unconsciousness when asleep, Doryen would dream of Helena, or memorize past events with her. The last encounter with Helena was poison in Doryen's veins. She hadn't a clue as to why she reacted so viciously to Helena, but perhaps it was for the best. Doryen knew she wouldn't ever stop loving Helena, but what was the use when she knew that nothing could ever happen. The boyfriend and the baby were the problems, but they seemed to make Helena happy, so Doryen left her life as well, constantly telling herself that it had to be done, that it was all for the best.

Doryen was accompanied by her group to the Spring Carnival, they weren't going for any particular reason, not the rides of course, just to see what might happen, something usually did with them around. They'd claimed a spot just off the amusement park on a hill. The day was fading to night, the kids were heading home and the teenagers and drunken loners remained. Doryen left her pack for a walk, and she took a bottle of drink for good measures. So, with booze in one hand, cigarette in another, Doryen headed back into the midst of the Carnival, glancing over her sunglasses to those she passed by and dragging on her addicting fag. God it was good.

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