Post by Arianne Caroline Lane on May 10, 2011 1:57:27 GMT -5
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[/center][/b] Arianne Caroline Lane
GENERAL INFORMATION
NICKNAME(S): Ari
DATE OF BIRTH: May 16th 1996
AGE: Almost 15
YEAR: Fifth Year
HOUSE: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Gryffindor
LINEAGE: Half-blood
WAND: Pine, Dragon Heart-string, 9 inches
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APPEARANCE
HAIR: Deep brown.
EYES: Light blue.
HEIGHT: 5 feet, 6 inches
WEIGHT: 135
DETAILED: No one will ever describe Arianne as particularly beautiful, though it would be wrong to call her ugly also. She is an average looking girl, with her most striking feature being her big light blue eyes, which seem to almost reflect light. They are roughly round shaped, but often accompanied by dark circles because of her habit of reading without light and reading late into the night. Her hair is moderately long, and she generally keeps it upto the middle of her back, with little or no styling. Her hair is generally straight, though it sometimes forms waves, if she ties it up just after washing it. Most of the time, she will keep it obsessively tied back and secured with loads of pins, because she cannot bear to have her hair in her eyes, especially in class or when she is reading.
Her build and weight is average, a little bit on the thinner side, and she is slight and not very strong. She is also not very fit, even a slight amount of physical exertion can have her exhausted. Her skin, naturally a fair color, looks almost pale because of her refusal to go out much in the sun, and she is slightly anemic because of her unhealthy and irregular eating habits. She's got barely any curves. She's got a fairly positive body image and has little or no problem with her body, when she even stops to think of it, though like almost all girls her age she does face some occasional anxiety on looking at herself in a mirror.
She has no strong distinguishing marks, except for a tiny burn mark on her left arm that has persisted from a magical mis-fire from way back when she was only 12. She dresses simply and prefers to wear either the school uniform or neatly tucked, formal clothing, except at social gatherings (where, if she is forced to attend) she would wear appropriate wear. You will find her with little or no jewelery (who could bear it constantly dangling around?) except for a single blue stone around her neck which was a gift from her recently deceased grandmother, and which she has worn for the greater part of the year. She rarely wears make-up, because she cant be bothered with it. Her most persistent expression is an expression of worry that causes a small line to form in the middle of her brow, which sometimes melts into a beautiful, sweet smile. [/ul]
PERSONALITY
- Reading
- Writing
- Cleanliness
- Friendly people
- Quiet
- Alone
- Rain
- Hogwarts
- Her family
- Magic
- Her house
DISLIKES:
- Slackers
- Rude people
- People who hurt her
- Very loud noises
- Heights
- Having to go outdoors
- Bright lights
- People who make books, or just about anything, dirty
- Messy people
- Poor manners
STRENGTHS:
- Great memory
- Very hard working
- Persistent
- Kind
- Gentle
- Sweet
- Writes well
- Neat handwriting
- Organized to an extreme
WEAKNESSES:
- Cant relax easily
- Very easily pert-up
- Sensitive
- Bad at practical magic (especially transfiguration)
- Perfectionist
- Bad at reading people
- Not particularly observant
- Not particularly confident
ERISED: To live up to all the expectations of her mother.
BOGGART: Failing in every test she gives (she actually has nightmares about this all the time).
DEMENTOR: The day she fell off her broom in first year quidditch, after which she has never really been able to venture on one again. (Quidditch was the only class she ever really did badly in.)
DETAILED: To call Arianne a perfectionist is almost an underestimation. Arianne likes everything to be perfect, and is the kind of person who cant study till everything is arranged in the perfect way she wants it to be, and will go to class, having read at least three chapters ahead, and will do a particular thing at least a hundred times before she gets it perfect. Of course, all this puts a large amount of strain on her, especially as she moves up the years, because she cant exactly be perfect at everything (she fails particularly at doing magic perfectly, despite her almost legendary memorizing and writing powers) and that causes her a great deal of stress in her life. Her way of countering this is to work even harder, Arianne has the capacity to work really hard and she does it. She is sincere and will put in all her efforts into anything she takes up. She loves to excel at school, and she does, especially in subjects like History of Magic and Potions, which she adores.
She is also very particular about cleanliness. She is the type of person who puts crooked things that she sees straight almost without realizing that she is cleaning up, and she constantly tries to keep her surroundings neat and clean, to the extent that it is really hard to live with her. Though she will never ask you to actually do anything, just watching her cleaning up can sometimes be a little bit disturbing. She also loves to keep her things very organized, and everything she owns is carefully labelled and color coded, and she is the one who has a study schedule fixed since before the year even started. She can irritate people with all this, and many people think of her as a teacher's pet.
However, for people who know her, she is also a really nice person. She will go out of her way to help you, if you ask her for help (she cannot generally tell if you do or not, and she will not be bold enough to spontaneously ask you if you need help). She is kind, and gentle, and quite sweet. She finds conflict really hard to deal with and will generally go away from it rather than towards it, and even if you hurt her horribly she will forgive you and move on. She trusts easily and is easy to take advantage of. She is not very socially adept, but she sticks to the people who are her friends, and she has friends in every year and every house, because she likes people and gets along with them. But there are days when she simply likes to be alone as well, and she likes to close everything and just relax alone at times. She is not a particularly social creature.
She really tries hard to live up to the expectations of her parents and that means a lot to her. One of the things that she has never wanted is to fail them and she does try very hard at school partially so they will be impressed. She does not yet have a clear idea of what she wants to do with her life, though she does want to do something that will help people, and she secretly wants to be a teacher at Hogwarts or a magical researcher, but she doesnt yet think she is good enough for that. The OWLS this year are putting quite a bit of pressure on her as well. She is not particularly confident of herself, and she's quite sensitive, and little things can bring her down easily. On the other hand, she does try to stay cheerful and sweet most of the time. She wears her heart on her sleeve and its really easy to tell what Arianne is feeling from the look on her face. She's transparent and doesnt hide things easily.
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HISTORY
MOTHER: Jenna Rose Lane (nee Martin), 42, muggle-born witch
FATHER: William Matthew Lane, 42, muggle
SIBLINGS: -
DETAILED: Jenna was an average witch in school, hard-working and a good girl, known mostly for her work in the greenhouses. She had never expected to come to Hogwarts, and she had never completely felt at home there. When she left Hogwarts, she once again met her oldest friend, a muggle named William, and she married him soon after, in a happy and loving union. Her first child was to be her only one, after the difficult birth of Arianne doctors advised her against any more children, and she followed the advice. As a little child, Arianne was raised mostly as a muggle, but she did know about and understand what magic was, and her oldest memory is a wish to go to Hogwarts.
She was an exemplary pupil even as a kid, dedicated, sincere and hard-working. But she occasionally did some odd things, like one sudden day when she was making every tile in her house she was walking on a different color. Her parents soon figured out, when she was about seven, that she was going to be a witch, and they prepared her accordingly, buying her magical fairytales and filling their house with magic so she would not feel like she was a misfit at Hogwarts. The result of this, however, was that she never felt connected to the people at her muggle school, and she made little or no lasting friendships among them.
Hogwarts was not a shock to her. By the time she'd come she'd already all of Hogwarts: A History about three times, and she knew exactly what was going to happen. She settled down quickly, and unlike her mother, soon began to feel Hogwarts was home. In fact, she started declining coming home except when absolutely necessary, preferring to spend even vacations working in Hogwarts. She was soon recognized as a good student and a good girl, though initial tussles did develop due to her habits of extreme and obsessive organization and cleaning, but by now everyone is either used to her or just ignored her, or she ignores them.
She never did do well in the greenhouses, unlike what her mother expected, but she soon started to shine in other classes, and now both students and teachers recognize her as the girl who is always studying, and the girl who is always acing tests. She also loved her house, and she constantly tries to secure as many house points as she can for it, which she does by succeeding in classes, which is all she can really do, considering her lack of prowess in the quidditch field.
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ABOUT YOU
AGE: 17
GENDER: Female
TIMEZONE: Indian Standard Time (GMT + 5:30)
CONTACT INFO: Email
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Got the advance email.
EXPERIENCE: Since April 2006 (Five years)
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QUESTIONS: -
RP SAMPLE: Recent sample from another site. (500 words)
She had taken the first winged creature down and had him pinned down but by the gods he was very strong, and struggling. She also knew in a split second that the other two angels had noticed her, and that she didnt have much time. She wondered at the senses of these creatures, they were strong and sharp, even more, perhaps, than vampires. She didnt like that one bit. Not only was she outnumbered, but she couldnt even beat one of them as far as strength was concerned? Alaya had never been strong, as far as vampires went, but she did not like to think of herself as weak. She was not weak at all, and she was certainly very, very fast.
She felt the arrow before she heard it, and she heard it before it could reach her. There was something about being so hungry, it made all your senses sharper, and as a vampire she was already sharper than that rat they'd killed. She rolled off the other angel, who'd already pulled off his knife, trying to shove him and keep him down before she he could come up and kill her, and then continued the motion of her roll to safety. Then she realized that the angel had been too fast for her, and had sliced her upper arm with that wicked cruel knife. That made her angry. She pulled out her own knife, and crouched once again in attacking position, and hissed like an angry cat. Who did these things think they were, anyway?
But while Alaya was angry, she was not completely stupid. She couldn't possibly take on all three, not when she had no weapons to match their range anyway. She saw from the corner of her eye that the third one, the only one dressed in white, had pulled out his blade and was making his way towards her. She whirled to face him. "Hiding behind paid bodyguards, are we?" she said, aiming a kick at the angel she'd attacked in the beginning to keep him away from her. "If you have the courage, then you'd be fighting with me yourself. Alone. I'm not armed anyway." Of course, she was, but Alaya was not about to admit that. She did not herself believe in the so called noble rules of the battlefield, but she knew big people like this often did, and she had no problems with exploiting that. She had no idea who the angel was, but he did seem to be someone important, she could tell that much.
Her arm was aching dully, but she ignored it, it would heal. She was a vampire, and the blade had not been like those cursed uv rounds of the humans. The bloodlust was more prominent. She wished she'd bitten the guy who she'd taken down first. She bit her own lip instead, revealing her prominent spiked teeth, looking almost petulant, almost like a little child.
She felt the arrow before she heard it, and she heard it before it could reach her. There was something about being so hungry, it made all your senses sharper, and as a vampire she was already sharper than that rat they'd killed. She rolled off the other angel, who'd already pulled off his knife, trying to shove him and keep him down before she he could come up and kill her, and then continued the motion of her roll to safety. Then she realized that the angel had been too fast for her, and had sliced her upper arm with that wicked cruel knife. That made her angry. She pulled out her own knife, and crouched once again in attacking position, and hissed like an angry cat. Who did these things think they were, anyway?
But while Alaya was angry, she was not completely stupid. She couldn't possibly take on all three, not when she had no weapons to match their range anyway. She saw from the corner of her eye that the third one, the only one dressed in white, had pulled out his blade and was making his way towards her. She whirled to face him. "Hiding behind paid bodyguards, are we?" she said, aiming a kick at the angel she'd attacked in the beginning to keep him away from her. "If you have the courage, then you'd be fighting with me yourself. Alone. I'm not armed anyway." Of course, she was, but Alaya was not about to admit that. She did not herself believe in the so called noble rules of the battlefield, but she knew big people like this often did, and she had no problems with exploiting that. She had no idea who the angel was, but he did seem to be someone important, she could tell that much.
Her arm was aching dully, but she ignored it, it would heal. She was a vampire, and the blade had not been like those cursed uv rounds of the humans. The bloodlust was more prominent. She wished she'd bitten the guy who she'd taken down first. She bit her own lip instead, revealing her prominent spiked teeth, looking almost petulant, almost like a little child.
Note: Credits for images, Safa and Lillian Porter at Caution. [/ul][/size][/blockquote]
