Post by Sophia Mayfair on Dec 19, 2006 11:09:19 GMT -5
Sophia Holly Mayfair
Celebrity: Willa Holland
Race (If Demon or God Select: Gods: Of What (Sea, Hearth, Etc), Demons: Born From Fire, Water, Air or Eart): Vampire Slayer
Age: 19, 20 on 25th of December
Parents: Rowan and John Mayfair
Siblings: none
Other Relatives: none
Other Relationships: nope
Personality: Quiet, yet very touch and loyal person, she can take on anyone and anything when she’s ready. Hence why she’s a vampire slayer
History: she doesn’t know much about her history, seeing as she was raised, training to be a vampire slayer.
Other General Information: d-r-a-g-o-n
What Are Your Character's Flaws? Swimming…she hates open water
What Are Your Character's Likes? oooh, what about parties?
What Are Your Character's Dislikes? big spiders…grrr
What Are Your Character's Fears? Being enclosed in darkness, although she doesn’t let it effect her job
RP Sample (2-3 Paragraphs Please):
[you know how I rp –puppy eyes- but alright…]
Curled up under the black painted covers, with odd white splodges, was seventeen-year-old Arietta Thom. She awoke with the sound of birds chattering in her ears, and some sort of odd light beaming down its radiant beams to her face. It was refracted against something to enter her eyes, or show the color of her body, clothes, hair and face, but Science never really mattered that much to her. She had never had the patience to keep up with Muggle classes in her youth, more the reason why she preferred Hogwarts to any other. Her eyes at first fluttered open, revealing green tainted colors, and then they closed as she rubbed her eyes before they opened up to scan the area around her. Much to her dismay, everyone had seemed to be gone, out or about in some form or another. She swung her legs out of the bed and scratched her head a bit, yawning. She wore her teddy embedded Pyjama’s, with a sky blue colored ribbon holding up most of her long, jet black hair. Of course her hair was a complete mess, and her eyes had smudged make up all over them, black makeup to be exact, but apart from all that she was feeling rather good with herself. Taking a step up, her glance immediately shot towards the window, which seemed to be shrouded in a misty, grey fog. Arietta’s hand wiped the window, and her eyes grew big and bright, excitement flooding into her body. Snow. Snow lay just about everywhere, covering the Hogwarts grounds and everywhere else. She had never seen a white Christmas and now it seemed like it would be possible to have one. Arietta had never seen so much snow in her life! Her face was full of amazement and excitement, as she turned around, bounding over to her wardrobe and practically yanking it open to reveal a whole load of different clothes. She couldn’t really pick, so she grabbed her school winter wear, and her Slytherin cloak, before heading off to the showers to quickly get herself cleaned up and ready to go…somewhere.
She would have killed herself if she were to miss a day like this. It was the first time she had seen snow in ages, and she planned on making the most of it. After a good but short shower, Arietta came out dressed, perky, awake and rearing to go. Her messed up black hair was now long, elegantly flowing in small wavy locks over her frail shoulders. She pulled her long black cloak around herself, before bounding out of the Common Room, shooting quick glances out of any window she passed, just to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming and that she was looking at real snow. After getting out of the castle, Arietta was attacked by a mountain of snowballs, from various friends in Slytherin. She made a snowball herself, before lunging it at her mates, who dodged and ran away. Arietta wasn’t a bad shot either; she just had a little problem with hitting her mates. They deserved it though, because they hit her first. It was something she often puzzled over; the whole Snowball thing. Who actually invented them? Who called them that? Were they just said by some little kid having fun and trying to muck about with mates and impress them? Magic was a curious thing, but all these little Muggle things could really get you thinking if you actually thought about them. Arietta had spent a while in the Library away form everybody, just writing aimlessly and thinking about all these little trivial things that no one seemed to think about. Like the meaning of Christmas. Had the true meaning gone? It was true that people seemed to think more about the presents then the actually fact of Christmas. The birth of Jesus was the start of Christmas, and ever since then people have celebrated that. Some people still do, but others just take it for granted and think it’s about getting gifts. If you thought about it, really thought, what would it be like if presents weren’t handed out at Christmas? What would you be looking forward to? Things like this were thought about as trivial things, but Arietta was a quiet, intelligent girl who took these things in and thought about them.
Upon thinking about these things so much, Arietta ended up finding herself in Hogsmeade. If she had actually meant to go there, she hadn’t even thought about it. But now it seemed like quite a few kids were going round Hogsmeade, playing about and throwing Snowballs at each other without a care in the world. Arietta pulled her clock hood further around her head and body, making herself warm up quickly. It was, without a doubt, cold, hence the snow, and the only thing bad, in Arietta’s opinion, about this time of year, was the fact that it got so cold, people often came down with illnesses. She stared pointlessly around herself before agreeing to herself that it wasn’t good for her to just stand here, so she quickly pondered in where to go. The Three Broomsticks was a good place to warm up and grab a fire whiskey, so that was where she would go. She opened the door, stepped in, and shut the door behind her. Stamping on the matt she tried to get the remainders of the snow off her shoes so she wouldn’t traipse snow everywhere. Her eyes shot to the bar, and she moved over, ordering a fire whiskey from the bar man. As she was waiting, she spotted a boy on a round table by himself. He was a Ravenclaw, but she didn’t recognise him. Her fire whiskey arrived and she picked the glass up and moved over to the boy, her cloak still held over her head. “Hey, can I sit here?” she asked with a smile, pulling down her hood.
