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Oct 29, 2007 16:01:09 GMT
Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 29, 2007 16:01:09 GMT
The same goes for Races as it does for Abilities. Do not roleplay a race without being approved here. You will not be allowed a special race unless I am confident you have the ability to roleplay with it successfully.
Character's Name: Age/Year: Race: Role-Play Sample With It (Two Descriptive Paragraphs):
Races
Vampires:
Lycans:
Veela: (Quarter) Cécile De Volanges (Quarter) Kaia Caminero
Other:
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Oct 30, 2007 17:02:52 GMT
Post by leozabini on Oct 30, 2007 17:02:52 GMT
Character's Name: Leo Zabini Age/Year: 17/7th Race: 1/8 Veela Role-Play Sample With It (Two Descriptive Paragraphs): She was nothing like her mother when it came to looks, or as close to nothing as wizardly possible. A pair of blue eyes that were so close in color to her Mother's were the only visible things that connected the two. It was a pity, really, her Grandmother often said, that she hadn't been gifted with the same ghostly pallor of skin. Shame my arse, she used to think to herself. Who would want to announce to the world they were veela anyways? Veela. Beauty and mystery that rivaled that of any Bond girl in any muggle movie. Not to mention the way her skin could have glowed, the way her hair would have shone. She tsked at herself for thinking such things. The moonlight was streaming in from the French double doors as she wandered into it's shine. Her skin took on a dewy sheen, sort of sparkle without the diamond. Leo smirked. It looked very Slytherin on her. Then again, some things were made to be kept secret. She drew the curtains over the doors and the shine was gone. But the memory, the memory would still be there for anyone that had seen.
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Nov 2, 2007 1:22:05 GMT
Post by Kaia Caminero. on Nov 2, 2007 1:22:05 GMT
Character's Name: Kaia Caminero.
Age/Year: Sixteen/Sixth
Race: Half-Veela
Role-Play Sample With It: With a cherry lollipop being held by her long fingers, Kaia sexily strutted down the hallways of Hogwarts in her brand new Stella Mccartney heels. They were sent by her sweet mother, who claimed to have picked them up from a designer store in Paris, where she was currently modeling the newest fashions. Enough about her mother, though. She was way more interested in the two boys shooting looks of lust at her. One even dared to call her over; of course, she wasn't about to submit to his request. If he wanted to speak to her [which she doubted - he wanted something else, just like most guys], he would have to come over to her.
Whatever their intention was, Kaia obviously didn't mind. She leaned against the chilly wall and watched the tall, blond boy out of the corner of her sunglasses. While they continued to gaze in awe at her, Kaia admired the tall boy's body. Quite obviously, he was the more attractive one. Boys with curly, brown hair weren't quite as sexy, in her opinion - which might explain why she didn't even dare to lay an eye on the other boy.
The chocolate-haired girl assumed they got tired of just staring at her because they were hesitantly approaching her. Kaia thought it was cute; although, at the same time, boring. If these guys were scared of approaching her, they weren't worth her time. "Hey, dahhling" It was the blond boy. Oh God - his accent made Kaia melt, even though his lame selection in words were a turn-off. Not literally, but you get the point.
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Nov 2, 2007 1:28:47 GMT
Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 2, 2007 1:28:47 GMT
know what I realised... To be half Veela... Cécile and Kaia's mum/dad must have been Veela... So them crazy bird women haha
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Nov 2, 2007 1:40:49 GMT
Post by Kaia Caminero. on Nov 2, 2007 1:40:49 GMT
Omg. Lol. xD Awhh - I hate owning the number of birds I own now. >.> [Not really - as long as they don't bite] And I'm scared that I'll start mumbling about them here. xD
Oooh - I just realized that too. =o Guess I have to edit that. [Dunno if I'm allowed to post in here, but the urge was to strong. xD Smexxxxxxi Birds]
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Nov 3, 2007 23:55:56 GMT
Post by Chad Holbrook on Nov 3, 2007 23:55:56 GMT
Character's Name: Chad Holbrook Age/Year: 16//Sixth Race: Half-Veela Role-Play Sample With It (Two Descriptive Paragraphs): I didn't know if this had to be describing his traits or just a sample...
Ron walked down the streets of Hogsmeade and turned onto the lane of the school. As he was walking on the bridge, he thought he saw a dementor, but he just guessed he was relicing his past years at Hogwarts. He loved this place, that reason being why he was here in the first place. The red-headed boy kept thinking about his past years at Hogwarts, wishing he could have been here in his Seventh year. He was doing something for the cause, though; it wasn't as if he was sitting at home drinking butterbeer and going to Quidditch games. Quidditch games. He was now reminded of two things. His fourth year and joining the Chudley Cannons.
In Ron's fourth year, he remembered going to the Qudditch World Cup. The boy didn't get to go there, often, so he was very excited for the time. During the after-parties, the Death Eaters came parading through, destroying everything and everyone. And the Dark Mark. The Dark Mark was there, in the sky. He thought about another thing on his mind, something more un-saddening. That night ruined his would-be favorite time of the year.
The man was now thinking about joining the Chudley Cannons, his favorite profession Quidditch team. Keeper.
Ron was nearing the gates to Hogwarts, now. He opened the door the the school and dim light cascaded over him. Just as he was about to open the door the the Great Hall, he decided not to, and walked down the hall. Everyone was at the feast, unless it happened to be his kids making a new era of Hogwarts. A new trio. Not really a trio anymore...there was more than three.
He was in deep thought of the two subjects that dawned over him earlier. He heard footsteps, and looked up...
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Nov 4, 2007 19:00:43 GMT
Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 4, 2007 19:00:43 GMT
I'm afraid he can't be half Unless his mum was a crazy bird woman as me and Steph were discussing above lol He can be a quarter =]
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Nov 4, 2007 20:03:29 GMT
Post by Chad Holbrook on Nov 4, 2007 20:03:29 GMT
His mum was Veela.
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Nov 4, 2007 20:05:41 GMT
Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 4, 2007 20:05:41 GMT
Do you realise what being a Veela entails and everything? It would mean she turned into like... a crazy bird, literal bird
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Nov 4, 2007 20:10:23 GMT
Post by Chad Holbrook on Nov 4, 2007 20:10:23 GMT
Aren't you Half-veela?
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Nov 4, 2007 20:16:00 GMT
Post by Cécile De Volanges on Nov 4, 2007 20:16:00 GMT
No I'm Sammy, I'm a real life human girl My character however... I am undecided if she is half Veela yet Since we figured that out, she is mostly likely not half but a quarter So sorry, your character cannot be half veela
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Nov 4, 2007 20:17:22 GMT
Post by Chad Holbrook on Nov 4, 2007 20:17:22 GMT
Fine, just make it a quarter.
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Nov 4, 2007 22:12:25 GMT
Post by Roxanne Orestes on Nov 4, 2007 22:12:25 GMT
Character's Name: Roxanne Orestes Age/Year: 16/6th Year Race: Vampire (Countess? Seeing as I'm the first person to sign-up as a vampire. ^^) Role-Play Sample With It (Two Descriptive Paragraphs):
A shrill scream pierced the twilight air as Roxanne descended upon her prey. The man had put up a good fight, sure - she had a few tiny bruises where he had attempted to fend him off - but a few well-placed kicks to the ribs had been enough to bring him down. It was foolish to try to outrun an immortal, and he had to go and learn it the hard way. The man lay, a quivering, bloody mess, in front of her. The stench of blood reached Roxanne's nostrils, rich and enticing. Almost unconsciously, she licked her lips, revealing two sharpened fangs where her canine teeth would normally be.
"No ... no, please ... I beg you ..." the man stuttered, on his knees and shaking like a leaf. Roxanne cocked her head to one side, her eyes flashing scarlet. "Aww, what happened to your fighting spirit? It's no fun when your meal just lays there, waiting to die," she mocked teasingly. With superhuman agility, she was by the man's side, and before he had a chance to react she wrenched his head backwards and sank her fangs deep into his neck.
The man's limbs jerked involuntarily and he attempted to scream, but only a pitiful gargling noise emanated from his throat. Warm, scarlet liquid gushed down Roxanne's throat, her craving slowly being satisfied. The human grew paler and paler, until the life had been sucked out of him. As he slumped lifelessly against Roxanne, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and pushed the corpse away. There was nothing appetising about cold, dead blood.
All of that trouble for a good night's meal.
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Nov 5, 2007 16:53:11 GMT
Post by Harmony Thomas on Nov 5, 2007 16:53:11 GMT
Character's Name: Harmony Thomas
Age/Year: 16 - 6th year
Race: Metamorphagus
Role-Play Sample With It (Two Descriptive Paragraphs):
Harmony stood pouting in front of the glimmering mirror. Her reflection shining back at her. Her perfectly curled hair tumbled past her shoulders now. But that could soon change. She threw her hair back from her heart-shaped face and bit her lip. Suddenly she closed her eyes tight shut and scrunched up her nose. Her ebony back curls changed slowly into long, marigold, straightened hair. Her skin became white and her lips thinner. It was quite a strange sight.
She stalked down into the common room and briefly scanned every corner for her friends. She spotted a boy, just older than her maybe, sat in a corner. She wandered over making it look like an accident. "Oh. Hello there georgous." She said flirtily then bit her pink lip and flicking her once pitch black hair over her shoulder. She smiled awaiting his response.
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