Post by heyzyyy on Feb 20, 2010 19:33:13 GMT
ZYAMELIENOTT
hello? it's me, MACKENZIE here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm SIXTEEN and i've been around this roleplay world for about TWO YEARS MANN.. i stumbled about here thanks to ADVERTS with my friends ITCHY AND SCRATCHY..
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
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full name Zy Amelie Nott
nicknames Zee, Emz, Amy, Amz.
age Seventeen
date of birth
year and house of preference Slytherin Seventh
bloodline[/color] Pure.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color]Five foot three
height
weight[/color]
hair colour[/color] blonde
eye colour[/color] blue
skin tone[/color] pale.
play-by[/color] jessica stam
zy is a very pale girl. that's the first thing people notice about her. that or her eyes. a bright startling blue that pierces through the skull of anyone who dares look. she has a look about her, making her seem like she was cared from crystal or ice, a deadly angel forever captured.
a tattoo of a snake twirls around her wrist, constantly moving, twiting and turning and scaring the wits off of anyone who sees it. it is an exact replica of her baby, kei, her venomous black mamba. she's a small girl. and her weight is below what it should be, although, not for trying, as she eats more than a hungry footballer.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Theodore Nott
father
mother[/color] Daphne Greengrass
siblings[/color] /
spouses[/color] /
offspring[/color] /
other relations[/color] Draco alfoy (uncle)
Astoria Greengrass (aunt)
Scorpius Malfoy (cousin)
zy grew up treated like royalty. her other had always hated house elves, something both her and her father found to be ridiculous. so, her father employed squibs, hundreds of them, to do the jobs of the elves, anything to keep his husband happy. throughout her life, that was the only problem. her father did anything. including torturing his daughter.
daphne hated zy. she had grow up to be everything that her mother wasn't, cold, beautiful, smart and calculating. worth something. her father adored her other, and, in turn, hated his daughter. one foot wrong, and she was suffering mens atrox under for hours on end. the images, the scenes, the horrors. her worst fears. it had come to the stage when it no longer affected her, a year at least. as she had closed her ind fro feeling anything vulnerable.
hogwarts was home to zy, although she would never admit that to anyone outside her mind. she had friends, she was one of the top girls in slytherin, what with scorpius malfoy as her cousin, and theo nott as her father. she was settled.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] Yeah mann.
is this app done?
A TIGER IS A TIGER NOT A LAMB MEIN HERR[/color] YOU'LL NEVER TURN THE VINEGAR TO JAM MEIN HERR!
roleplay sample
A young girl scowled across the dining table at the man who had been giving her a lecture, while slowly eating his food. His eyes were a soft grey colour, not unlike Katy's, with hair that was next to identical in colour. It was obvious that these two were related, but many would be surprised to find out that this handsome young man, looking not far into his late twenties, was actually the girl's father, having had the child when he was eighteen.
The words that had escaped his lips ensured that the scowl pressed across Katy's would remain there for a while, as she pushed back her chair and stormed out of the room, leaving her dinner untouched for the third night in row. It wasn't her fault she didn't eat much, and he couldn't say anything if she had eaten the two meals previous to that one. They had decided that after her last attempt to get some attention.
She wasn't an attention seeking brat, anything but actually, but her father had never really been around, it always having been her and her mother. But, after witnessing her mother's murder, and being forced to flee, Katy realised that the only person she had left was her father, and she needed him.
Heading towards her room, she decided to get changed at head over to the school Gym. She rarely had time to pop down there, but now she was afraid that the constant boozing and lazing around was taking its toll on her figure, and she couldn't have that. Pulling on a red tank top, and a pair of white short, she slipped on her trackie bottoms and headed down the road, yelling out that she would be back later to her father.
A bag was clutched in her had, with a small bottle of vodka, water for when she was working out, and a few of those dodgy fruit bars in case she began to feel hungry tucked inside. Her i-pod in her ears, she strolled through the gym doors, throwing her bag into one corner, and starting to warm up. It was only simple exercises, but it was what she had been taught by her karate teacher, with whom she had lessons once a fortnight....
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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
new album; brand new eyes![/font]
