Post by Persephone Grant on Jan 6, 2013 0:07:15 GMT -8
PERSEPHONE ASTEROPE GRANT
If it makes you happy it can't be that bad.
BASICS
Full name: Persephone Asterope Grant[/color]
Nickname: Grant Persephone[/color]
Age: 22 [/color]
Gender:female[/color]
Membergroup: Slytherin graduate, manages Flourish and Blotts[/color]
Blood Status:pureblood
Play-by:[/color][/color] Pheobe Tonkin[/color]
MAGICAL BASICS
Wand: 11 1/2 inch Ebony Phoenix Feather and Dragon Heart-string Core[/color]
Patronus: horse[/color]
Mirror of Erised:If you ask her nothing, at least nothing of significance. Once she thought she saw rain, or something like that. However in reality she thinks that may have been a stretch. Also she might have seen her reflection if that counts. [/color]
Boggart: being lost and alone in a fog or possibly mirror of the erised since that whole experience confused her a bit more than she'd have liked[/color]
PERSONALITY
Strengths:Occlumency, alchemy, independence,knowledge of literature, herbology, a somewhat hidden nurturing nature (good with animals and children)
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Weaknesses: difficulty creating bonds, too curious for her own good, rebellious, or rather would be if she had much to rebel against, can be snarky, tends to feel as if something is missing from her life
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Likes:
books;particularly rare ones, her job, nature, potions, DADA, cats, singing (mostly when alone), dancing (alone or with someone else), pouring rain, occasionally dancing in the pouring rain
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Dislikes: some of the gossipy customers she meets, people trying to pick fights with her liars, hypocrites, when she feels like a hypocritical liar, going to quidditch matches; luckily she doesn't much any more, cruelty to animals[/color]
Overall personality:
- independent and self sufficient
- knowledgeable
- curious
- opinionated; though she tends to keep said opinions to self
- quick to get hot temper, but she takes measures to restrain herself
- helpful (at times)
- sometimes a bit blunt
- free-spirit
- quick-witted
- ambitious
- a bit bipolar; can go from being the quiet girl in the corner to center of(sometimes unwanted)attention. Though she honestly she mostly keeps to herself.
- As mentioned somewhat nurturing , or at least good with kids and animals.
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Mother: Biological: Madelena Garwin - 39 - Azkaban [/color]
Father:Biological: Amycus Carrow - 52 - Azkaban [/color]
Siblings: Has not yet met:Megan Emerson [/color]
Other: a black cat named Eustace, snowy owl named Frost[/color]
History: Persephone was one of two identical twins born on New Year's day of 1999. Her birth mother, a seventeen year old supporter of Voldemort's, was being held under heavy security at St Mungos before being shipped back to Azkaban. They allowed the young woman to non ceremoniously name her Persephone Asterope Carrow before she and her sister were separated from her mother.
Weeks passed, months really and Persephone was still at a the orphanage. She occasionally had foster parents but that didn't really work out. The considered other options but felt placing her with unsuspecting muggles may not have been the safest bet given her heritage. So for the most part she spent her days and nights in the orphanage until it was time to attend Hogwarts. It wasn't that bad, at least from her perspective it could be worse. She liked reading. And they made a special exception to let her start when she was 11 , a year early. Mostly because it was felt that it couldn't be benefiting the child to spend her days cooped up in an orphanage. And if they got an early start, who knew maybe they could even prevent her from turning out like her mother.
Persephone was sorted into Slytherin, and liked it well enough there. She was fairly studious as well. But she also wasn't ignorant. She had questioned over the years, and theorized in her head. It really hit her when she realized she couldn't see a thestral. (She had learned about them from an older student who was able to see them quite clearly.) Something wasn't right. Why had she been orphaned? She let it go until her second year. Then she confronted the headmaster and asked point blank what had happened to her parents. Upon learning the truth she started worrying about keeping other students from discovering who her parents were. Though, honestly she didn't know them herself. She did know however that children could be cruel.
Having graduated Hogwarts with honors she currently manages Flourish and Blotts. She is living in residence there with her cat and owl with the permission of the owner. She has no romantic ties, however she suspects her cat may have.
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ABOUT YOU
Alias/Name: Alex[/color]
Timezone: EST[/color]
Age:29[/color]
RP Sample:
Bela watched as the others walked away. Sam kept an eye on her for a second before going back to pretending that he wasn't just bursting with questions to ask Dean.
Then she turned on her heel and started her retreat before stopping. Dean was just standing there looking blank. Bruised, beaten, but mostly blank. “Here I was thinking chivalry was dead,” she said, “when apparently it's just mute. Please, don't trouble yourself with an explanation. I prefer that you look at me in disgust. After all it's not as if I was there all those months, years...however long we we were weathering hell. Oh, and who was that who helped you claw your way out?
“Admit it, Dean; you don't hate me. At least not like you used to. You hate that every time you look at my face you see whatever it is you can recall of that wretched place. Well, contrary to what you've convinced yourself, I didn't send you there. In fact, I believe, if we're getting technical that would be you. We're more alike than you realize. Come to think of it, I'll bet you have more in common with me than with that little brother of yours now. Wonder what Sammy would think if he knew that.”
Bela paused to take a breath as she increased her pace, before turning and looking at Dean once more.
“Oh, don't go worrying your pretty little head off; I won't tell him. I don't want to think about that place any more than you do. Just do me a favor: next time you feel the need make up some excuse to keep your brother from finding out all your precious little secrets, try not to include me in your web of lies. I may not be innocent, but I've enough things to claim blame for without you.”
She was bleeding and crying, really quite a mess, but she hadn't stopped to notice. Somehow, she never considered that if she made it out they'd all treat her just the same. Possibly because the thought of making it out had seemed unfathomable. Still, even she deserved a second chance.
As she wiped her matted hair from her face she turned once more, exasperated. “I don't have a car.” At first it was just a statement, a meaningless emotionless statement. Then a pathetic laugh followed. “I don't have a car.”
When no response came she collapsed to the ground. What was the point anyway? It's not like she could actually help. Except she was pretty sure this once she could. That's when the tears started flowing. Try as she might to conceal them, she couldn't, making the whole thing all the more intolerable. “I have a book, one that could possibly help us. But no car, hence no way to get it...”
Then she turned on her heel and started her retreat before stopping. Dean was just standing there looking blank. Bruised, beaten, but mostly blank. “Here I was thinking chivalry was dead,” she said, “when apparently it's just mute. Please, don't trouble yourself with an explanation. I prefer that you look at me in disgust. After all it's not as if I was there all those months, years...however long we we were weathering hell. Oh, and who was that who helped you claw your way out?
“Admit it, Dean; you don't hate me. At least not like you used to. You hate that every time you look at my face you see whatever it is you can recall of that wretched place. Well, contrary to what you've convinced yourself, I didn't send you there. In fact, I believe, if we're getting technical that would be you. We're more alike than you realize. Come to think of it, I'll bet you have more in common with me than with that little brother of yours now. Wonder what Sammy would think if he knew that.”
Bela paused to take a breath as she increased her pace, before turning and looking at Dean once more.
“Oh, don't go worrying your pretty little head off; I won't tell him. I don't want to think about that place any more than you do. Just do me a favor: next time you feel the need make up some excuse to keep your brother from finding out all your precious little secrets, try not to include me in your web of lies. I may not be innocent, but I've enough things to claim blame for without you.”
She was bleeding and crying, really quite a mess, but she hadn't stopped to notice. Somehow, she never considered that if she made it out they'd all treat her just the same. Possibly because the thought of making it out had seemed unfathomable. Still, even she deserved a second chance.
As she wiped her matted hair from her face she turned once more, exasperated. “I don't have a car.” At first it was just a statement, a meaningless emotionless statement. Then a pathetic laugh followed. “I don't have a car.”
When no response came she collapsed to the ground. What was the point anyway? It's not like she could actually help. Except she was pretty sure this once she could. That's when the tears started flowing. Try as she might to conceal them, she couldn't, making the whole thing all the more intolerable. “I have a book, one that could possibly help us. But no car, hence no way to get it...”
(I feel she came out too cliched in this application, but while I may still be quite out of it and without my regular assistant. I did have someone to help for a bit which made me feel as though I should probably post her even if I needed to fix her later.).
