Post by valkyrie on Aug 2, 2010 13:54:28 GMT
HARLEY CADENCE DRACE.
I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
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& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.
nicknames Harl
gender Female
playby Jessica Stam
age 16, April the Fourteenth
year Sixth
house/job Slytherin
wand Yew, Basilisk Skin Core, Nine Inches[/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
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eyes Harley considers her eyes to be her most striking feature; they are relatively large, and are pale blue-green. The shape is somewhat angled and a little catlike.
stature Five feet and six inches, and one hundred and thirty pounds.
tattoos and piercings No tattoos. Piercings in earlobes.
distinguishing features Odd eye colour, an almost permanent half-smirk and rather delicate hands.
flaws A scar, about five or six inches long, which runs across her back. There is also a burn scar on slightly to the left of her palm on her right hand. It is rather old and faded. When she is older, she plans to have a tattoo over it.
appearance Like most kids at Hogwarts, Harley wears the traditional black school robes when in class. Outside of class, she wears fitted items, usually quite expensive, in black and pastel colours. She never wears pink, red, yellow or blue in case she is mistaken for one of the other houses. [/size][/ul][/color][/font][/left]
I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
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- Thunderstorms
- Defence Against the Dark Arts
- Duelling
- Quidditch
- Most other Slytherins
- Taking risks
- Predatory animals
dislikes
- Wimps
- Idiots
- Failing
- Her grandfather, Tiberius
- Humiliation
- Extreme temperatures – like when it’s freezing cold or boiling hot.
- Horror films
boggart Her mother telling her that she’s a failure.
patronus Panther
mirror of erised Herself as the most powerful witch to ever live.
veritaserum Harley doesn’t actually believe all her mother’s ideals – she doesn’t think the Dark Lord is the best thing since sliced bread, but she is too afraid to tell her.
amortentia Woodsmoke, strawberries and ice.
personality
Harley will normally come across as arrogant at a glance. She stands tall and straight, and her gait is a slight prowl. She has a look in her eye that just screams that she is better than you and she knows it – even if she isn’t. She has been brought up believing that she is superior to everyone else, and she won’t let you forget that. Her pride is one of her greatest weaknesses – whilst she may have a mask of contempt, if she is insulted, or made in any way to feel inferior, she will hate the perpetrator forever for making her feel insignificant.
A competitive girl, Harley loves sports like Quidditch and duelling, though she hates to lose. She is ambitious and very determined, and will throw her all into everything she attempts to do. Failure is not an option in her eyes, and if she does not succeed, she will withdraw into herself and ask herself why. After a few hours of contemplation, she will come back out of her shell with the knowledge that she will do better next time.
Harley can be extremely cruel at times, and she has no qualms about offending those she feels are beneath her. Other Slytherins and a purebloods are mostly exempt from her wicked tongue, but she will mock anybody who she feels deserves it – even if her idea of them deserving it is skewed.
Her family has taught her to be fully responsive to the Dark Lord and his ideas, but Harley’s time at Hogwarts has taught her different. Though she still thinks that Dumbledore and his followers are a little ridiculous – she respects their power, but not their persons – she believes that Voldemort is not the godlike figure she has been taught to revere. Moreso, she believes fully in her position as a Slytherin and her potential.
Harley is a risk taker and a rule breaker. If something looks like it could be fun, to hell with the consequences. She lives wildly and spontaneously – scheming is reserved only for things that will need organisation to be pulled off properly, or to future plans. If you can’t keep up, she will leave you behind. This, perhaps, has its roots in rebelling against her bitter mother, who dotes on her eldest children and is at a loss with her youngest.
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& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
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Roman Drace – Father – Death Eater - 52 – Deceased
Carmine Drace – Mother – Death Eater – 47 - Living
siblings
Xavier Drace – Brother – Death Eater – 24 – Living
Isabella Drace – Sister – Travelling – 23 – Living
pets
Zorro – Cat – Male – Black – British Shorthair – Living (at Hogwarts)
birthplace Penzance, Cornwall.
hometown Penzance, Cornwall.
ethnicity White British. Speaks fluent English, as well as a little French, Spanish and German.
blood Pureblood.
history
Harley Drace was born and bred in Penzance, the very tip of Land’s End in Cornwall. She was the youngest of three children, with an elder brother and sister. At the time of her birth, Xavier was eight and Isabella was seven.
The Drace family came from a long line of pureblooded wizards, perhaps three or four centuries old. In the early days, their had been speculation of inbreeding to keep the line pure, but such a thing had died out now, if it had ever existed. They prided themselves in being one of the oldest wizarding families in existence.
From childhood, Harley was never in any doubt about her family’s moral standpoints. They served the Dark Lord absolutely, and both Roman and Carmine were active Death Eaters. Carmine continued to serve even as she brought up her children, though she was restricted to the home a great deal due to their ages. Roman was often away ‘on business’, which consisted of helping other Death Eaters hunt down the Ministy of Magic’s Aurors.
One year later, the Dark Lord fell – to a child, no less. Whilst Harley does not remember the events, both of her parents went into a period of grieving for thirty days. They continued to raise their children as He would have wanted them to, though now their methods were a little more extreme. Harley was not allowed to play with other children, and her parents pushed and pushed her in an effort to get her to use magic. They were terrified that she was a squib, and that her name would have to be stricken from the family records; such a thing would be a horrific blow and a great humiliation.
Xavier and Isabella went off to Hogwarts a few years later, with a one-year gap between them. Both were sorted into Slytherin, to nobody’s surprise, and their parents were very proud of them.
Harley finally used magic at the age of six, much to Roman’s relief. Her training became even more vigorous, as her parents tutored her in the Dark Arts – not yet making her cast spells, but teaching her the names, the purposes, and how to use them. Though she had been slow to show that she had magical potential, she was a fast learner with a natural affinity for spells.
Tragedy soon came in the form of an Auror, who had hunted down the family for their rather extreme connections to the fallen Lord Voldemort. Roman bought his wife and daughter time, telling them to flee whilst he fought the other man off. Harley recalls little of the day her father died; only her mother’s keening, how she wanted to die now that Roman was gone. She remembers how she fell down a flight of stairs in their escape, cutting her back open and having her mother attempt to heal it with a clumsy curative spell. She remembers how Grandfather Tiberius, her mother’s father, came to their new house to take care of things.
If Roman and Carmine were extremists, Tiberius broke the record. In his heyday, he had been a great supporter of the Dark Lord, staging public events. He had been arrested twice, though most saw it as just an old man rambling about things he knew nothing of.
In between caring for his daughter, Tiberius began to teach Harley how to cast magic. He became her sole carer, and when her letter arrived for Hogwarts, he gave her a precious wand that had belonged to his late wife. It had a core of basilisk skin, and was fashioned from yew. He told her it had been in their family for decades, and had been meant to pass on to Carmine – only, she had not wanted it, preferring something new.
He bought her a cat, and packed her off to school.
Sorted into Slytherin, Harley didn’t find it difficult to fall in with their crowd. Her upbringing made her someone of social status amongst them, and her brother’s exploits were fairly well known. Her sister, Isabella, who had always been a little quieter, left that year to travel across the world.
Harley’s first year was uneventful. She found it frustratingly difficult to cast charms with her old wand, beautiful though it was. It seemed better at Transfiguration and casting jinxes and hexes.
Her second year was a little more exciting as Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. From afar, Harley studied him, and thought it crazy that such a powerful wizard as Lord Voldemort be defeated by him – when he was a baby, too. She ignored him, as well as her mother’s increasingly bitter letters that she slaughter him. It seemed that Carmine’s sanity had left her, or was near to it. Tiberius’ letters were more stern – telling her to stay out of trouble, to uphold the family name. He spoke of Xavier’s exploits, as the boy caused havoc all over the muggle world.
In her fourth year, Harley discovered a latent talent for duelling, and challenged everybody who dared to oppose her. This was quickly stopped when she was the target of a spell that burned her wand hand. She continues to duel, though she is a little more cautious of who she turns her sights upon. Despite this, her power grows by the month, with her own abilities now capable of harnessing the wand’s full potential.
Things have continued to be relatively uneventful for Harley, though with the Dark Lord’s re-emergence, it seems that things may become a little more interesting. Now in her sixth year, Harley is looking towards the future with a speculative eye, wondering what will happen next.
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BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.
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age 18
experience 7 years
password you can stop hiding
member title Ice Princess
anything else? You totally do bite.
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A note – this post comes from the site Final Fantasy Resurrection and can be found in the linked thread as the third post.
The sound of her own pacing was beginning to drive Rosso insane, but she couldn't stop herself. She had to move because she had to keep thinking. If she stopped, it would mean that she had given in to whoever that man had been. The one who had sent her here.
He could not win. Rosso didn't lose battles. Not ever.
Apart with Vincent Valentine, but then Vincent Valentine was an entirely different case. A world apart from anything she had ever seen. He had held the soul of a god within him, and yet... he was so selfish. He refused to use the power he had, refused to show the world what he could do!
If I had been blessed with Chaos, I would have reduced the world to ashes and basked in the embers.
But he hadn't even used Chaos to defeat her, and it had been so humiliating...
She decided not to care. He was not here, in this mad world that she did not belong in. Neither were Weiss or Nero. Her brothers. Her beloved siblings, unbeaten and strong. Rosso felt a pang of loss, and realised she missed them. There had been no camaraderie, but there had been unity. They were connected, without the hulking fool, Azul, and the girl-child, Shelke. They were not true Tsviets.
Movement from across the hall startled Rosso from her revelrie. Her head snapped round to focus on the newcomer. He had appeared in a cell, like she had. She wondered what his supposed 'crime' had been. Perhaps he had attacked someone, as she had.
She turned her head again to stare at the wall. They were separate, so she did not care. She did not long for companionship.
There was something rather familiar about him, but she could not place it. Not in his appearance - more his presence. She ignored it – such a thing would not be an aid to her escape from this place. It was useless, so she cast it aside.
Her deep carmine eyes panned across the tiny cell again, trying to find a weakness that had not been there on her first observation, but she still could not find anything.
How she loathed it, being cooped up, like a fierce cuahl caged for doing what instinct dictated.
The scent of mako hit her almost as strongly as blood, and she whipped around, walking quickly to curl her fingers around the bars. Her pupils dilated, and for a moment she almost looked drunk on the taste of her essence. The man opposite had vanished, but the floor seemed to ripple with a black haze. She watched it creep, logic telling her that this was the very same person who had been trapped, as she had. Her thoughts were confirmed as the smoke reshaped itself into a human - the silver haired one from before.
How had he done that? Her previous dismissal of him was thrust aside as her curiosity piqued. She unhooked her hands from the bars of her prison, drawing back a little. His eyes were a strange colour, intense and blue-green, flecked with yellow. She met his stare with one of her own.
“You do not know a Tsviet when you see one?” she responded to his question, though she was unsure if it had been rhetorical. Maybe it would be wiser to hide her identity, but Rosso was a proud creature. She was not afraid. She would not hide her name in hopes of being left alone.
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