Post by blakeharperphoenix on Feb 5, 2010 1:59:48 GMT
BLAKEHARPERPHOENIX
hello? it's me, lani here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm sixteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about five or six years. i stumbled about here thanks to caution proboards with my friend(s) none yet.
S/HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] October 4th, 1993
full name blake harper phoenix
nicknames phoenix, hollywood
age 16
date of birth
year and house of preference 6th year and slytherin
bloodline[/color] muggle-born
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'7
height
weight[/color] 112
hair colour[/color] blonde, sometimes black
eye colour[/color] gray/green
skin tone[/color] white
play-by[/color] lauren steil
Blake is a very active person, but she's also a very clumsy person so she has little scars everywhere. She has a small scar on her chin from when she had to get stitches. Her and her brother were running away from their friends and she tripped. Nail ripped it right open… She has stormy gray eyes that sometimes have a little green in them. She dresses how she wants, so don’t try to give her a label. She's herself. Don’t put a label on her like she's a food item, thank you very much. She has one tattoo and no piercings. She has a tattoo on top of her right wrist that says Carpe Diem, meaning seize the day. She'd love to get her nose pierced though. Her skin is a very pale color, maybe with a little more tan in it than normal pale skin.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] jonathan phoenix
father
mother[/color] lynette phoenix
siblings[/color] tyson phoenix
spouses[/color] none
offspring[/color] none
other relations[/color] none
Blake's life started out like any other day. On October fourth, she was born and the world didn’t stop. Hell, her parents lives hardly changed. Her mom didn’t want her. She was just some crack addict who decided she would go through with her being born and then drop her on her dad. The same thing happened to her brother, but his mom was a hooker. You’d think her dad would learn to wrap his shit, right? Wrong.
So her life began with her and her older half brother being brought up with a guy who could hardly pay to feed them every night. No motherly figure, which is probably why she became such a tyrant along with Tyson before the age of eleven. They didn’t mind though, it wasn’t a huge deal. Not having a lot of money meant moving a lot, to places where they could live easier.
Russia is nothing like here. Sure, they aren't as bad as they used to be, but it's still a hard place to live. Tyson and her didn't really cause much chaos there; it was too hard to be bad and get away with it.
There was one time, when they were playing around near the docks in the winter, they got grounded for three weeks.
Their father told them not to go there alone. They defied him. They went there alone and at night.
Her brother and her were wrestling in the snow, they were known for doing that. It just got a little out of hand and when she kicked out, her foot caught her brother in the side of his head.
He fell into the harsh water. She sort of had to tell their Dad that his son was sort of drowning.
Tyson was fine, a little cold was caught but nothing too serious.
Their dad yelled at them for hours in Russian; it was not a fun thing to listen to.
Stupid. Careless. Ungrateful. By the end of it, her and her brother could hardly look at him.
Though they lived in Russia, Blake grew up learning English and Russian. Her dad was very good with languages; he knew over seven. He made sure his daughter and son knew how to speak English, so they could eventually move to America to have a better life. But they never got to.
When Blake turned eleven, she found out she was a witch. A letter came for her after her and her brother were out being little Satans. When she came back, an owl was waiting in their living room with a letter in its beak. Blake and Tyson looked at each other and frowned. What the hell was an owl doing there?
They just stared at it until it flew towards Blake and sat on her shoulder. She took the letter with a shaky hand and read the letter, dropping it with a gasp. "What does it say, sis?" her brother asked in Russian.
"I'm... a witch." She muttered, not really knowing what the letter had meant.
When her dad came back she showed him the letter and they decided to go to England, to this Platform 9 3/4, just to see who had sent them this stupid letter. They didn't get all the things they needed though; where would they find a wand in London?! So, when she was there, she watched until she found someone else with an owl. She followed them and was surprised to see them disappear through a wall.
After that, her life changed completely. The Headmaster helped her with books for the first year at Hogwarts since she didn't have anything. They went shopping in Hogsmeade for robes and everything else, getting a wand in Diagon Alley.
She still lived the way she had in Russia; she still fought anyone who got on her nerves and she still talked to her father and brother. She went home every year, but she stayed for holidays. She was almost normal.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color]
roleplay sample
The worst thing about New York was all the pretty boys that thought they could take on Wyatt. The second worst thing, was that his temper only held on for so long until he blew up. Which is what happened. He simply blew up. It's not like he was touching the guy's girl, or trying to hit on her, he was just making conversation to her and her rich ass boyfriend decided to get mouthy with Wyatt. Wyatt could handle mouthy people for about a hot minute. The result? Wyatt had a busted lip, but the other guy had a broken nose and probably some stitches to help boost Wyatt's ego. Wyatt chuckled to himself as he recalled the boy's face before he punched him straight in the face. Ah, pure bliss. Coming from Hawaii, it was easy to win a fight. Hell, it was easy to start a fight here. Everyone is asking for it. Wyatt's motto? Don't talk like your dick is the shit unless it is. So far everyone was all talk and that just made Wyatt laugh. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn't get a job; no one wanted to hire a teenager on probation. He couldn't really fight unless he wanted to risk getting thrown back in juvie. All he could do was go to school and stay in his apartment with his three babies.
The good things about New York? Simply put, he was popular. To the guys, he was the new guy on the block who they all didn't like because he would go through with a fight, unlike most of them. To the girls, he was the badass boy who was sort of quiet and sort of hotter than their boyfriends. It wasn't Wyatt's fault, really. He had always had the attention of girls. He just wasn't always attracted to them. It took a special girl to catch Wyatt's attention and so far, no one on the mainland really caught his eye, half of the reason might be because they all had boyfriends. And he had never seen so many married teenagers in his life! Hawaii was simple. Go to school, go to work, go to the beach, start a fight, lose a fight, win a fight, surf, talk, chill. You never got bored, really. For a rich white boy, it was hard to get through Hawaiian's heads that he was honest to God, born and raised in their state. His parents were born in Cali but he was, technically, a Hawaiian. By the time he was 14 people knew him around the island of Waianae pretty well. Not that it was difficult; his parents were the white ones that owned the red Aston Martin.
He might be popular around school but as for friends, the number was less then ten. Which wasn't that big of deal to him, he was more of a loner anyways. But nobody liked being alone all the time. Sitting on the pier's rail, smoking a joint; that was how he rolled. Of course, some might say he was a fool, others that he was mental, but in Hawaii no one gave two shits about weed, so he wasn't exactly sure what the laws were about it. He put the paper to his mouth and inhaled, his eyes squinting a little as he looked out at the black midnight sky, the breeze a little nippy as the waves crashed around the pier. It was amazing, he had to admit it. The smell of the water made him feel a little more at home, but no. Home was far away. Home had clear water and bright blue skies. Home was where his heart was at the moment, and home was Hawaii. But for now, he was stuck in this shithole at a school full of rich bitches who only cared about looks, cars, and lust.
Wyatt leaned forward a little, tilting over the water as he looked down into the sea of darkness. It sort of overwhelmed him, the thought of jumping just to see if anyone would care. His father hated him, always had. And his mother? She didn't hate him... but she was scared of his father so she did what he said. Which was not talk to her son. He hated him so much, he bought him his nice Bentley that was parked in the parking lot, his own apartment a good hour away from them, and gave him a bank account that had enough money to keep him satisfied. But money meant absolutely nothing to this boy. He would rather be poor and have his family love him then have all the money in the world. Which sometimes, it seems like he did. His father owned several car companies that made millions, which was why they moved to New York; so he could be closer to his stores. What a sorry excuse for a life. Wyatt didn't even try to talk to them anymore. It was useless. He did call him the other day but of course, it was because his father wanted something from him, like always.
Which is how he met one of his friends. Her name was Marissa and she seemed pretty cool to him. Not a bitch, not a slut, just a nice girl. Those were the girls he liked, not the sluts or bitches who were teases and skanks. His father wanted him to get rid of a puppy they didn't want anymore and Marissa happened to be online so, he asked and they started talking. Lala was a pit bull puppy that might just have found a home with Marissa if her dad agrees. Keone sat on the other side of the rail, staring at the other side of the pier, growling sometimes when a bird or someone went by. He was a great watchdog, which was one reason Wyatt wasn't worried about getting caught with a joint. Keone would see a cop before they got close enough to know Wyatt was even there. "Mm... Keone, what do you like about this state?" He asked his dog, looking down at him. Keone just growled a little and sneezed. "Yeah, that's what I thought." All he wanted was for someone to walk up to him and change his night, make him want to live in New York instead of hate living in New York.
The good things about New York? Simply put, he was popular. To the guys, he was the new guy on the block who they all didn't like because he would go through with a fight, unlike most of them. To the girls, he was the badass boy who was sort of quiet and sort of hotter than their boyfriends. It wasn't Wyatt's fault, really. He had always had the attention of girls. He just wasn't always attracted to them. It took a special girl to catch Wyatt's attention and so far, no one on the mainland really caught his eye, half of the reason might be because they all had boyfriends. And he had never seen so many married teenagers in his life! Hawaii was simple. Go to school, go to work, go to the beach, start a fight, lose a fight, win a fight, surf, talk, chill. You never got bored, really. For a rich white boy, it was hard to get through Hawaiian's heads that he was honest to God, born and raised in their state. His parents were born in Cali but he was, technically, a Hawaiian. By the time he was 14 people knew him around the island of Waianae pretty well. Not that it was difficult; his parents were the white ones that owned the red Aston Martin.
He might be popular around school but as for friends, the number was less then ten. Which wasn't that big of deal to him, he was more of a loner anyways. But nobody liked being alone all the time. Sitting on the pier's rail, smoking a joint; that was how he rolled. Of course, some might say he was a fool, others that he was mental, but in Hawaii no one gave two shits about weed, so he wasn't exactly sure what the laws were about it. He put the paper to his mouth and inhaled, his eyes squinting a little as he looked out at the black midnight sky, the breeze a little nippy as the waves crashed around the pier. It was amazing, he had to admit it. The smell of the water made him feel a little more at home, but no. Home was far away. Home had clear water and bright blue skies. Home was where his heart was at the moment, and home was Hawaii. But for now, he was stuck in this shithole at a school full of rich bitches who only cared about looks, cars, and lust.
Wyatt leaned forward a little, tilting over the water as he looked down into the sea of darkness. It sort of overwhelmed him, the thought of jumping just to see if anyone would care. His father hated him, always had. And his mother? She didn't hate him... but she was scared of his father so she did what he said. Which was not talk to her son. He hated him so much, he bought him his nice Bentley that was parked in the parking lot, his own apartment a good hour away from them, and gave him a bank account that had enough money to keep him satisfied. But money meant absolutely nothing to this boy. He would rather be poor and have his family love him then have all the money in the world. Which sometimes, it seems like he did. His father owned several car companies that made millions, which was why they moved to New York; so he could be closer to his stores. What a sorry excuse for a life. Wyatt didn't even try to talk to them anymore. It was useless. He did call him the other day but of course, it was because his father wanted something from him, like always.
Which is how he met one of his friends. Her name was Marissa and she seemed pretty cool to him. Not a bitch, not a slut, just a nice girl. Those were the girls he liked, not the sluts or bitches who were teases and skanks. His father wanted him to get rid of a puppy they didn't want anymore and Marissa happened to be online so, he asked and they started talking. Lala was a pit bull puppy that might just have found a home with Marissa if her dad agrees. Keone sat on the other side of the rail, staring at the other side of the pier, growling sometimes when a bird or someone went by. He was a great watchdog, which was one reason Wyatt wasn't worried about getting caught with a joint. Keone would see a cop before they got close enough to know Wyatt was even there. "Mm... Keone, what do you like about this state?" He asked his dog, looking down at him. Keone just growled a little and sneezed. "Yeah, that's what I thought." All he wanted was for someone to walk up to him and change his night, make him want to live in New York instead of hate living in New York.
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turn it off in all my spite
credit to NERDS CAN ROCK for this app :] her
hard work went into it when she should have
been studying! shoosh! xP lyrics to paramore's
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