Post by lyralestrange on Mar 2, 2012 3:01:02 GMT -5
Character Name:Lyra Lestrange
Age:15
Year: 1996
Gender:Female
Blood Line: Pure
Standing: Evil
Affiliation: Brotherhood of the Sanctus Peregrimus Cruor,
House: Slytherin
Physical Description: 5'5 with Dark brown hair that goes to the middle of my back, hazel eyes, Slim.
Strengths: Cunning and Ambitious
Weaknesses: Hot-Tempered and Rash
Personality: Im friendly to my friends, but I don't like you WATCH OUT! I believe I'm always right.
History: My family is a Pure-Blood family, I grew up hating Muggles and Muggle borns. My family is fairly rich but not loaded.
Roleplaying Sample: I believe that only witches and wizards from Pure-Blood ancestors should be able to learn magic. Slytherin is the best house there is and all the best witches and wizards get sorted into it.
A hot overhead sun glinted relentlessly down upon a winding cobbled lane crowded with a strange assortment of every kind of people imaginable; furtive shoppers, who sought to escape the noisy rabble as soon as they could, raucously vocal students laughing and jeering at one another, and hawkers crying their wares indistinguishably through the din. Even through this sort of 'organized chaos', Erin could hear whispers at every moments and from every direction, and it was no mystery as to why.
Her radiant curling locks of a soft red and gold blend had been sculpted into a near gravity-defying fohawk (a mohawk, without the sides shaved and with bangs - a little more feminine), standing almost a foot above her head and a full fist thick near her scalp. Its gilded sheen caught both the hot summer sunlight so that it posessed a light of its own and string of murmurs and bewildered comments. A dazzling array of studs and loops decorated her ears and dashing green shadow framed her light azure eyes, creating a rather bold and striking look that was so out-of-character for Erin.
With a bright grin that absorbed all the darting looks, the brash stares, and the whispered comments, Erin strode purposefully into a wide plaza that left more room for walking than the narrow alley she had left. Too her dismay...Honeydukes was no where to be found. Whatever else can be said of Erin, she has absolutely no sense of direction, and thus found herself lost without an inkling of any idea which way to go. With a little bit of luck, she picked a familiar face out of the crowd and promptly strolled over the where they stood. She hesitated only a moment before approaching them.
"Oy...can you tell me which way's to Honeydukes?"
Secret Words: (Have you read the rules and plot information?)
Fire: fox
Ice: sickle
Earth: quake
Water: Mark
By submitting this application, you vow to follow the stated rules of this forum and accept responsibility for your actions in and out of character.
If you understand these conditions, please type your character's name below.
I, (Lyra Lestrange), acquiesce to the conditions stated above and have read the rules thoroughly and thoughtfully with no intention of breaking them.
Age:15
Year: 1996
Gender:Female
Blood Line: Pure
Standing: Evil
Affiliation: Brotherhood of the Sanctus Peregrimus Cruor,
House: Slytherin
Physical Description: 5'5 with Dark brown hair that goes to the middle of my back, hazel eyes, Slim.
Strengths: Cunning and Ambitious
Weaknesses: Hot-Tempered and Rash
Personality: Im friendly to my friends, but I don't like you WATCH OUT! I believe I'm always right.
History: My family is a Pure-Blood family, I grew up hating Muggles and Muggle borns. My family is fairly rich but not loaded.
Roleplaying Sample: I believe that only witches and wizards from Pure-Blood ancestors should be able to learn magic. Slytherin is the best house there is and all the best witches and wizards get sorted into it.
A hot overhead sun glinted relentlessly down upon a winding cobbled lane crowded with a strange assortment of every kind of people imaginable; furtive shoppers, who sought to escape the noisy rabble as soon as they could, raucously vocal students laughing and jeering at one another, and hawkers crying their wares indistinguishably through the din. Even through this sort of 'organized chaos', Erin could hear whispers at every moments and from every direction, and it was no mystery as to why.
Her radiant curling locks of a soft red and gold blend had been sculpted into a near gravity-defying fohawk (a mohawk, without the sides shaved and with bangs - a little more feminine), standing almost a foot above her head and a full fist thick near her scalp. Its gilded sheen caught both the hot summer sunlight so that it posessed a light of its own and string of murmurs and bewildered comments. A dazzling array of studs and loops decorated her ears and dashing green shadow framed her light azure eyes, creating a rather bold and striking look that was so out-of-character for Erin.
With a bright grin that absorbed all the darting looks, the brash stares, and the whispered comments, Erin strode purposefully into a wide plaza that left more room for walking than the narrow alley she had left. Too her dismay...Honeydukes was no where to be found. Whatever else can be said of Erin, she has absolutely no sense of direction, and thus found herself lost without an inkling of any idea which way to go. With a little bit of luck, she picked a familiar face out of the crowd and promptly strolled over the where they stood. She hesitated only a moment before approaching them.
"Oy...can you tell me which way's to Honeydukes?"
Secret Words: (Have you read the rules and plot information?)
Fire: fox
Ice: sickle
Earth: quake
Water: Mark
By submitting this application, you vow to follow the stated rules of this forum and accept responsibility for your actions in and out of character.
If you understand these conditions, please type your character's name below.
I, (Lyra Lestrange), acquiesce to the conditions stated above and have read the rules thoroughly and thoughtfully with no intention of breaking them.