Post by belinda on Jul 25, 2011 14:50:15 GMT
belinda claire greyback
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Belinda Claire Greyback
nicknames: B, Linda, Grey
birthday: July the first
age: twenty-one
house: Slytherin
blood status: Werewolf
face claim: Pixie Lott
occupation: Unspeakable
member group: Undecided.. as of now
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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likes: raw meats, being a daddy's girl, running, respect, alcohol, Quidditch, storms, swimming, being outdoors, fashion
dislikes: liars, cheaters, fully cooked food, cats, full moon, being lazy, messy areas, home wreckers, being hurt, being judged
strengths: persuasive, athletics, intelligence
weaknesses: her brothers, short temper, sore loser
veritaserum: Belinda fears disappointing her father. Her bad-girl front is exactly what it is, a front and she is afraid of people finding out about her soft side for romance.
dementor: Belinda was about six years old and playing hide and seek with some friends. She found what she thought was a good hiding spot. It was inside of her friend's empty shed. Belinda closed the door and scooted into the farthest corner. She sat silently as she heard her friends giggling and squealing just outside the door, questioning where Belinda was. After waiting for a while, Belinda stood up to open the door of the shed and pop out to surprise her friends and show them her great hiding spot. But when she pushed the door, it didn't budge! Belinda pushed and pushed but it wouldn't open. Not even a small crack! She sank back down and started to cry. She felt like the shed was closing in on her. Then she felt something, or somethings, skitter across the floor in front of her. Belinda squinted and tried to see what exactly was there. But before she could see it, she felt it. A large spider was crawling up her arm! It was a while before anyone came and rescued her, despite the screaming she had done. Ever since the incident, Belinda has had trust issues and can't stand to be in small, dark places.
patronus: lynx.
It was the summer holiday before her sixth year. Belinda was with, her boyfriend at the time. He had taken her to a fair in London. He bought her cotton candy and won her big prizes! After they had rode on the ferris wheel together, it was dark and lights were twinkling, he gave Belinda her first kiss. Even though she wouldn't see him again,he lived in France, she still holds on to that memory. It's the best one she has.
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual & single
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: Fenrir Greyback, 64, Death Eater
mother: Nicolette St. Andre, 57, Mediwtich, Deceased
siblings: Faolan James Greyback, 20, Slytherin, ---- ----- Greyback, 19, Slytherin
others: None
overall history: Nicolette St. Andre was one of a fair few woman that fell prey to the charming and cunning werewolf, Fenrir Greyback. She knew that she should've said no but she didn't and went along with him anyways. It was hard to say no to someone who was just so convincing and persuasive. Fenrir would get what he wanted this time. After a few hook-ups and dates, Nicolette found out she was pregnant with a child. Fenrir freaked but was excited for the child and hoped for a boy; someone who he could mold into a mini-Greyback -- be one to live up the name. The werewolf kept his distance from the young witch during her 9 month pregnancy, fearing that if his moods got ridiculously out of control, he would harm the unborn child.
It was a hot July morning when the child of Nicolette St. Andre and Fenrir Greyback was born. A baby girl. Not exactly what Fenrir was hoping for. He let Nicolette name her Belinda Claire. He could've cared less at the time. It was until he saw Belinda that he cared again. She was a beautiful baby girl in his eyes. Then the selfishness kicked in and the plotting began. Fenrir was going to take his daughter from her mother and raise her as he thought appropriate. After the two were released from the hospital, Fenrir attacked. Fenrir murdered the young witch in her bed in the middle of the night. She never saw it coming.
Belinda was a spoiled little girl but she never minded. Her father treated her like a princess and that's what every girl wants, right? Surprisingly, Greyback was a very caring and loving father but he had his own ways of discipline that other parents would probably find ludicrous. But he raised Belinda and her brother's like a pack of actual wolves; taught them to hunt, enjoy the outdoors, loyalty, and how to deal with transformations. He taught Belinda to be strong and hold her ground. Fenrir made her a tough girl.
When Belinda turned 11, she was accepted to Hogwarts. When she arrived, even the sorting hat had mentioned her intelligence was higher than most her age. Her daddy had taught her well. He also wanted all of his children in Slytherin. There would be no disappointing him. But the Sorting Hat couldn't argue with what her mind was already filled with. Belinda didn't have to ask to be in the particular house, she had already qualified for it. No questioning.
During her time at Hogwarts, Belinda was pretty popular among the Slytherins. It could've been something to do with her last name or just her personality and or looks. But there were also the people who looked down on her because of her last name. Or perhaps it was because she always got her way with guys and tended to have many guys ask her out. Personally, Belinda could care less about who liked her and who didn't. Popularity wasn't a big deal to her. Although her friends do mean a great deal to her and would fight for them.
Now, Belinda, still as charming as ever, works for the Ministry as an Unspeakable. Her alliance is still undecided.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Adeline
gender: Female
age: 15
contact: aim: littlemonster796 PMs are fine too
how you found us: Christy:o
other characters: none
experience: 3 or 4 years
role play sample:Tonight would be the night that Greyson Greyback, would pick Lynnea up at her dorm for a date. Nervously, she brushed her teeth—again. It was a decently warm autumn day so she thought that her strapless shirt and jeans would be okay. That was until she thought about it again. Lynnea decided to be on the safe side and went back to her closet and pulled out a short sleeve cardigan. You know, just in case. Worst case scenario, her arms would be chilled. She could live with that.
Lynnea looked over at her clock and saw that it was still only half past six and she was already dressed and ready to go. What was she supposed to do with all this time left!? It’s not like she had a roommate she could chat and kill time with. It was just her. All alone in the decent sized dorm. Lynnea didn’t mind too much. It gave her some quiet, private time. Easier to focus on studies and such. But in this case, Lynn wished she had someone to talk to for a while. Someone that she could talk to about her nervousness. But alas, no one was there with her.
To keep herself busy until Grey showed up, she put a kettle on the stove and made some tea to calm her nerves. It had been a while since she had been on a proper date but remembered to not have her expectations sky high so as to avoid disappointment. Besides, she should give the guy a break. No need to be so rough on a first date.
She paced back and forth in front of the stove waiting for her kettle to heat, wearing the soles of her shoes down slowly. Pacing was a bad habit of hers. Whenever she got nervous or anxious, mindlessly, Lynnea would pace. She really couldn’t help it. It just came naturally, almost. The high-pitched squeal emitting from the kettle on the stove broke her concentration. Quickly, she took it off the burner and poured herself a cup and let it sit so as to let the tea steep. After a moment or two and a few ice cubes later, Lynn sat in the chair next to the window and sipped her tea quietly. She took the moment to enjoy the peacefulness of the outdoors from her window.
Without actually realizing how fast time had passed, it was two minutes till seven. Of course, she knew he wouldn’t be there exactly at seven. But being prepared never hurt anyone. It usually had a positive outcome when you think about it. Lynn drained the rest of her tea and took it to the kitchen and placed it gently in the sink. Off she went to brush her teeth for, what was it? The third time now. Sometimes, I question if I have some sort of OCD., she thought to herself. At least this time she had a good reason to brush her teeth again. Like coffee, tea usually gave you odd breath. That just wasn’t going to do.
Moments after she finished brushing her teeth, Lynnea heard a sharp knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, she went to snatch her clutch and throw on her cardigan before opening the door. When she did open it, she realized she had been holding her breath. There was Greyson. As tall and strong looking as he had been the other day. Then there was her, a few inches shorter and somewhat weak looking. “Hey!”, Lynnea said breathlessly and grinned.
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