Post by ANTHEA RAYNE BLACK on Apr 13, 2011 21:33:48 GMT -6
ANTHEA BLACK ,
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There's a place in your heart, nobodys been...
Take me there....
Things nobody knows, not even your friends...
Take me there...
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TODAY IS IN THE AIR AGAIN
[/font]ABOUT YOU ABOUT YOU ABOUT YOU[/font][/center]
hey, hey, what's up, what's up? my name's Michele and i'm damn rad, especially for a Nineteen year old! anyway, i've been in this roleplaying world, doing my shitnit for Nine-Ten years. pretty cool, no? um, let's what else? oh! i also play N/A. i'd love my member title be Hmm.... and oh for merlin's sake! the code phrase is Rumbleroar! happy now?
ANOTHER INCIDENT THAT JUST WENT OFF
[/font]THE BASICS THE BASIC THE BASICS[/font][/center]
FULL NAME: Anthea Rayne Black
NICKNAME(S):Thea[Th-E-a]
SEX: Female
AGE/DOB:Seventeen|March 17th, 2005
HOUSE:Slytherin
BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood|Werewolf
ALLIANCE:Neutral
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
THIS TIME I WON'T TAKE THE BLAME
[/font]THE APPEARANCE THE APPEARANCE THE APPEARANCE[/font][/center]
FACE CLAIM: Adriana Lima
EYES:Anthea has a shocking Grey-blue colored eye. They have a haunting, innocent look to them.
HAIR:Her hair is a dark chocolate color that runs down below her breasts in waves. She has natural blonde and black highlights in them, changing the color of her hair every so often to a lighter or darker version
HEIGHT:5 Foot, 4 Inches
WEIGHT: Around 120 pounds, It's often fluctuating around the moon
SKIN TONE: Soft tan, just deep enough to speak of her heritage
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Anthea's skin is mostly remarkably clear of blemishes and marks like muggle teenagers. Although, due to her...moonlight crisis..., small scars scatter her back from when wolfsbane was not offered to her. She also has a long scar that goes from the outter corner of her left eyebrow down to her ear and then continues behind it to the end at her hairline. It's thin, an almost silver gleam to it, but visably enough to make Anthea cringe at it.
PRETTY OBVIOUS WHO NEEDS TO SHUT UP
[/font]THE PERSONALITY THE PERSONALITY THE PERSONALITY[/font][/center]
LIKES: Forests|Moon|Steak-Close to raw of course|Writing|Potions|Care of Mythical Creatures|Storms|Muggle TV-Music|Avoiding situations
DISLIKES:Cats|Lemons|History of Magic|Unknown Potential|Other...Creatures-Including her own kind|Inferiority|Attention
HABITS/QUIRKS:Hums when thinking or doing work|Bites her bottom lip&Touches hair when nervous
STRENGTHS:Care of Mythical Creatures|Researching|Inhanced..senses..of sorts
WEAKNESSES:Transfigurations|Full moons|Her Secrets|Flying
PERSONALITY: The werewolf, Anthea-Anthea, The werewolf. Both titles seem to go hand in hand as if Anthea is personally connected with the wolf that stalks inside her mind. As if she battles it constantly but has a bestfriend within her enemy. Her father, A muggle psychologist, often states that the wolf has created an almost schizophrenia syndrome inside of the now teenage werewolf.
On one hand, Anthea, the werewolf, can be a complete inner sweetheart. She tends to be shyer, less egotistical than some seventeen year old beauties. She holds up inside of herself and keeps her secrets, desires and pains all to herself. She has no problems, even as a slytherin, with helping another in need like a confused first year or a jinxed Ravenclaw 4th year. She can look past differences and look past faults because she knows of her own that can tend to jump out on her or on others. She is quite mature for her age in some aspects because of what she has gone through and while it can diminish her playfullness, once Anthea has taken an attachment onto someone she is often like a...puppy if you'd like to say that.
On the other hand, The werewolf, Anthea, can be the complete opposite and tends to fight with the good within the small, fragile minded girl. She can change like a flip of the switch. Her eyes becoming almost dangerous with the anger and frustration rushing through her veins as if everything she normally holds inside of her is threatening to bust out. "A darkness within you" the sorting hat had stated to her before shoving her towards the Slytherin table. She keeps to herself but not from shyness in this case, but from the inferiority she can feel as if she isn't welcomed within the pack of Wizarding students. This is also when any attachment she has formed can become dangerous. Her jealous will rise, her thoughts almost twisted with unsatisfaction of her...pack mate daring to be near someone else that she has not approved of.
JUST HOW LUCKY DO YOU FEEL?
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WAND: 11" Redwood, Dragon scale core
PET: A red and white owl called Lighter
BROOM: Brooms...Heh...Not a fan.
AMORTENTIA:Wet Grass|Parchment Paper|Cinnamon
MIRROR OF ERISED:To be human under a full moon, surrounded by people without a worry
BOGGART: Gabriel Valiento, The werewolf who turned her
DEMENTOR: Having an outter body experience, watching as her wizard mother is brutally murdered before watching herself being held still as Gabriel uses his claws to hold her down before taking a firm bite directly over her heart as if in an attempt to inflict the werewolf virus quicker.
PATRONUS: A wolf|Memories of her parents and herself before the accident happened with Gabriel. Laughter, Happiness, Joy, Uncorrupted by her own pains and feelings. Her father hugging her.
NO DOUBT WE'D HAVE COLLIDED ANYWAY
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FATHER'S NAME: Luka Androa Black
FATHER'S OCCUPATION:Muggle Psychologist|Muggle
MOTHER'S NAME:Caslia Feria Valiento
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION: Deceased|Was a homemaker|Pureblood
SIBLINGS:N/A
OTHER FAMILY: Gabriel Valiento|Uncle on mother's side|Pureblood|Werewolf
HISTORY: Loud cries were heard from inside of the Muggle Hospital. Screams of a new mother, gasps of a new father and the breathless cries of the newborn girl taken from her home. Anthea Rayne Black. Her middle name selected from the down pour of rain that could be heard banging on the hospital window. Her father stroked her hair gently hours later, affection clear in his eyes as his witch wife slept peacefully on the bed. They had opted to have the new baby birthed within muggle hands, Luka was told the stories horror stories that muggles faced and he knew that he wanted to share this memory unaffected by any hatred towards him or the baby girl. Anthea Rayne Black, An angel sent to the married magically-interracial couple.
Anthea had been a daddy's girl from the start, securely attached to his side where ever she was allowed to go. Screams would fill any area when he left, as if the small girl sensed he was gone even as a new born before coos would spill from her lips after he returned. She could do no wrong within his eyes even as she grew older and older. Impatiences, temper tantrums had no affect on the man's love for the girl that had the sun shining on her head. That was until she turned 7 years old. And then...She was completely wrong because the moon had covered the sun and the wolf shadow behind her had him fearing the worse.
Caslia grasped her daughter's hand, dragging her behind her at a quick pace. Tears were pouring down her face. Her brother. He hadn't been heard from since Caslia left to marry her muggle husband. He had somehow found them, as if the stench of magic surrounding Caslia had forced his werewolf senses to track her in need for redemption. "Mommy..." Anthea gasped behind her, begging for a break as they hurried through the park but she had to ignore the small girl. Anthea and Caslia needed to be protected at home. Where her wand was. Where she could defend her family.
A deep chuckle was heard from behind them, forcing Anthea to jerk towards the sound and dig her heels in. "Mommy! It's Uncle Gabriel!." As if the small girl knew him. The twisted smile on his face was only one that an adult would recognize, not the innocent girl that he was tricking. "Anthea darling. Grazie. You did good telling me what you and your mommy were doing today."He cooed, his eyes sparkling with intent as he moved closer. Caslia dragged her daughter backwards. "Gabriel...Just leave. You know I promised not to return. I don't even carry the name." Valiento. A mostly pureblooded name, well-known in society as death-eaters when He-who-must-not-be-named was working. One that wasn't allowed to be shamed."But I did dear one. I told you i'd leave your muggle husband alive and your betraying daughter but I never said a word. about. you." he snapped, his voice turning cruel and sending instinctive shivers over Anthea's body.
"Gabriel plea-" She started to run again, picking Anthea up into her arms, her muscles straining under the weight. Gabriel was rushing after her. The full moon. It was that night. He was at his strongest, his most feared state. A startled, terrified scream was pitched into the air as a large body tackled Caslia to the ground. Anthea was knocked a few feet, crying out as her head hit the ground. Her small body dazed, weak for a few moments as the screams continued to fill the air. She slowly lifted her head, wincing but before screaming as she saw the wand pointing at her mother." Crucio!" Her uncle repeatedly screamed, watching his sister wither and scream under the spell. Anthea wobbled to her feet and rushed the man, slamming her small body into his with a yelp. He only chuckled, grasping the thin wrist and jerking her towards him. A sharp crack noting the now broken wrist. "You can watch what you caused Anthea. You murdered your mother, gave her up. You're a real valiento." He purred, flicking a grin at his pleading sister, who was already looking at death's edge, before with a roar slamming his teeth into the girl's left side directly over her heart.
Anthea and her mother had been found the next morning by Wizard authorities. Anthea laying close to her mother's disfigured and bloody body. They seperated the two despite the pleads for them not to. Her father was transported to the hospital, watching as his daughter was put under test under test for the werewolf virus. It was found, already flushing through her veins. He only stared, his eyes appearing close to dead and matching Anthea's as the little girl shouted and scratched for the doctors to leave her alone before they spelled her to the bed.Instead of taking her out of muggle schooling, Luka let her return in hopes to continue the needed education and keep her some normality. It would be only the first sign of horrors to come.
Anthea's small, icy blue eyes glared at the girl across the room from her. The girl was playing with the doll she wanted but as Anthea reached for it, the little girl shoved her out of the way to grab it. But the muggle teacher watching the girls hadn't seen that. And sudden Anthea could feel rage rushing over her body like water. she hadn't gotten sad or upset, she got mad and wanted the girl to pay. She looked around, seeing that the teacher was busy talking to a few other teachers in the corner, and stood up, making her way over to her. It was clear at the young age that her confidence was building and she walked like she owned everything or perhaps the growing wolf in her believed so. She stopped infront of the girl, looking down at her with a smile. "Can I play with the doll?" she asked her, knowing the answer almost immediately. "No." The answer was short and simple but made Anthea's blood boil more. A quick kick to the girl's leg and then a firm smack to her head made her drop the doll and it took only seconds to snatch the doll off the ground as tears pooled in the other girl's eyes. "Thank you." Anthea's voice was sweeter now and she walked away as the girl started bawling, sitting down at her table to play with the doll. 25 minutes later, her father stepped into the building, demanding to know why a messenger was sent about his daughter being in trouble. "She hurt another girl earlier Mister. Black. She drew blood from hitting her. She also started screaming at her teacher when she tried to get her to apologize." Luka looked towards his daughterand gave her a look that meant she was in trouble, that he didn't know what to do with her now "Don't reprimand my daughter. That's my job. She is not in training. Perhaps you should do your job and WATCH them next time." he snapped at the women before picking up his daughter and escorting her from the building. The next morning, a muggle-born teacher arrived to teach his daughter.
As years passed, Anthea and the skitzo wolf in her grew. Anthea had gained her mother's Italian looks but her uncle's haunting blue eyes. She entered Hogwarts at Eleven and every full moon was put into the forest after swallowing the potion. Years and years, Anthea was never too social. Either her switching moods, the scar on her face or the tales that were spread kept students away from her. Her own housemates taunted her, chuckling. Anthea is in her final year at Hogwarts and despite her curiousity to build friends she often locks herself up to keep from forming any attatchments or bonds in fear of what would happen.
C'MON NOW, MAKE MY DAY
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ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE:
Anthea had slowly weaved her way through the people and garden, landing herself in front of the large fountain. A smile touched her lips as she gazed at it in admiration. Few people surrounded it, most taking seat on a bench to admire the work for afar. For such a simple fountain, it was beautiful. She gently bent, taking her hand from the confines of her pocket and ran her finger tips along the top of the water, watching the ruffles appear and follow. The money beneath the water shined like gold, humans hoping for their wishes to come true. She stood straight, the water dripping from her finger tips as she slowly closed her eyes as the day disappeared and night flourished. She took her first nightly bath of moonlight, tilting her head back slightly as if she were wishing to the fountain.
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BLOODHOUND AND OF NO BETTER PEDIGREE
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