Post by xsheax on Jan 8, 2010 9:14:20 GMT
SHEANAGGANA-TUCKER
hello? it's me, kate-emma here again, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm twenty-two and i've been around this roleplay world for about ten years. i stumbled about here thanks to shinoa with my friend(s) ashanti thomas.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] january twenty-ninth
full name shea naggana-tucker
nicknames shea, shee, sha-sha, tucker's daughter
age fifteen
date of birth
year and house of preference fifth ; hufflepuff
bloodline[/color] muggleborn
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] short: about five foot four
height
weight[/color] not happy with weight - about eighty kilograms
hair colour[/color] dark, dark brown
eye colour[/color] brown
skin tone[/color] of aboriginal/english descent, so light brown
play-by[/color] jessica mauboy
born to an aboriginal-australian mother and an english father, shea is the best of both worlds in her eyes. she's got her mother's dark hair and eyes, her father's nose and her skin is a mix of the two colours, blended perfectly to make, well, shea. shea isn't embarrassed by her body, except for one thing - she's a little tubby. she gets it from her mother's side, overweight builds common amongst suburban aboriginal women (their genes are survivors, which isn't a great thing in the big city where there's food everywhere!) and she's not happy with it at all. in her mind it's her only physical flaw, and something she can easily address by long morning runs around the castle.
when it comes to dressing herself, make-up and bling shea likes to keep it simple. no need to gild the lily and all that. her favourite clothes are usually loose-fitting dresses (hide the curves and spare tires), jeans with loose tops and anything blue. she loves blue. almost everything she owns his blue and black. blue reminds her of the crystal blue seas of darwin which she misses often. shea keeps make-up simple, focusing on smokey eyes and soft lips. bling is a must, but usually kept to long necklaces and dangly bracelets. she likes the sweet sound of hearing jewelry clunk. if you can't hear it then what's the point? plus most of her jewelry is plastic therefore already chunky.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] paul tucker - englishman, businessman
father
mother[/color] alla naggana - aboriginal australian, nurse
siblings[/color] only child
spouses[/color] none yet
offspring[/color] nothing yet
other relations[/color] none
born in darwin, australia, shea was always the strange kid when she came to her father's hometown of sheffield. coming to be known simply as 'tucker's daughter' (mainly because the locals couldn't pronounce her mother's name and didn't understand why a name they normally pronounced as 'shay' was now 'shae-ah'), shea was a bit of an outcast at a young age because of her bizarre looks and funny accent, but she grew to enjoy the strange looks and names - she was special, that's why they were looking.
shea was the product of a mismatched love. her parents met when her father paul, an english business in darwin on business, got himself bitten by a dangerous australian local known only as a red-back. the spider's very poisonous bite was relieved by a nearby nurse who saw the englishman faint and went to his aid. to say that as soon as paul opened his eyes he fell in love, it'd be a cliche, were it not completely true. three years later paul and the beautiful local aboriginal girl named alla naggana were married. a year later shea came. from a young age she was a bouncing baby, always smiling and keen to light up the room. as she grew that became more and more obvious. when she started school in darwin at age five was the loudest girl in class, singing and dancing around the room whenever she got bored.
but when shea was seven her father had to go back home. torn between her beautiful homeland and her wonderful father/husband, the naggana-tucker women followed paul back to sheffield. that was where the anarchy started. at age eight, after being tormented by some girls from school and shrugging them off, shea was skipping home from school in her usual way, completely oblivious to the older students following her to teach the girl a lesson. as she neared her street and turned down, shea finally spotted them but it was too late and they pounced on her. next second shea was sitting in the neighbours backyard, sprawled out on the grass like she'd just fallen out of the sky. it was a disturbing moment. three years later she received her hogwarts letter.
she loves hogwarts because, despite missing her parents horribly, hogwarts is accepting of her differences in ways muggles aren't - they should know different being, well, magic! she still has problems with certain people, mainly because she's not the smartest girl in the school, but she's the sunniest. never stops smiling, never stops singing (her favourite is 'tucker's daughter' by ian moss) and never stops trying to make friends.
oh and by the way, it's pronounced 'she-ah' 'nar-gar-nah' 'tuck-er'...
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] oui monseiur/madam
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.
Theodore Nott had been a weedy boy as a child. He was scared of his father and what would happen to him were he to mutter even the slightest bit of dissent about the Dark Lord and his dangerous ideals to Nott Snr. Once upon a time he had also worried about whether his father may be in danger too, if he ever spoke his true feelings, but a fight with the old tyrant had left Theo neither wanting to know or care if he lived or died.
“I’m not Saint Potter,” Theo would come to repeat often, bitterness in his voice. “I don’t care about people who never cared about me.”
It would soon emerge that as much as son disliked father, nothing would ever rival the unnecessary and unsubstantiated hate that Theo’s father had always had for him.
To Theo it had always seemed he held the boy responsible for his mother’s tragic death, although he was only four at the time and the only human within the walls of the Nott Estate with his mother that fateful afternoon. His father was too ashamed to show his face at the cruel (and very Muggle) death of his wife of 10 years and the mother of his only child and heir to the vast but ill-gotten Nott wealth.
So, at age 29; beautiful, terrible and pure of blood, Amerita Nott died of cancer with only her son and her loyal house-elf by her side.
The next 7 years of Theodore’s life remained as empty and loveless as he had expected. His father, it seemed, was more determined to make money than even discuss with his young son the truth and realities involving Amerita’s death.
Alexander, like all wizards of his stature, had convinced himself that he, and all those he was affiliated with, were untouchable by such things – Muggle things. He truly believed his life was worth more than anyone’s because his blood was pure and his heart was cold. Emotions, it seemed to Theo’s father, were a hinderance rather than a help. It had made him what he was and would forever be; a loser, an egotistical jerk and a Death Eater.
So Theodore would come to hate this man. Hate him for who he was and who he wanted to be. Hate him for what he’d done to Amerita.
Theo would become as disillusioned and cruel as his father, but would not notice it until it was too late. It was at this stage in his life that he became a prime candidate for the next generation of Death Eaters upon Voldemort’s return to power.
It was at age 11, sick of spending his life with only his school master and house-elf, that Theodore would get his previously denied freedom. Age 11 meant the coming of his Hogwarts letter, and not even his father could or would destroy such a perfect time.
Theo had already proven twice that he was no Squib. At age 8 he had successfully locked his school master out of the house with only a thought and a scream. Evetually Alexander had stepped in and brought an end to the mess and what Theo had thought would end with praise actually ended with Theo cleaning the bathroom floor and being denied dinner. The loyal house-eld, Knobb, who had always made it clear that he worked for Theo and Amerita alone, had snuck up with the most delicious stew a little after Alexander left for work again that night, assuring Theo that Alexander had not been treated to the same thing.
The second time had been at age 10 when, sick of Knobb doing substandard work in the cleaning of his bedroom, Alexander had pulled out a handkerchief and was intending to force it into the shaking hands of the sobbing elf. At Theodore’s shocked gasp the handkerchief flew from his father’s grasp and tumbled through the air for almost 30 seconds before promptly bursting into flames.
“Knobb works for me. He isn’t yours to dismiss.” Theodore had managed to yell at his father before Alexander gave the elf a hearty kick out the doorway and slammed the door in both their faces.
So, more than anything, the large tan envelope with a green seal was a god-send.
It not only meant a new and more magical life. It not only meant going to the place where he could be who he wanted, when he wanted. It not only meant wands, potions and books piled high with energy and answers within their pages. No, more important than anything inside the Hogwarts walls, it meant freedom
“I’m not Saint Potter,” Theo would come to repeat often, bitterness in his voice. “I don’t care about people who never cared about me.”
It would soon emerge that as much as son disliked father, nothing would ever rival the unnecessary and unsubstantiated hate that Theo’s father had always had for him.
To Theo it had always seemed he held the boy responsible for his mother’s tragic death, although he was only four at the time and the only human within the walls of the Nott Estate with his mother that fateful afternoon. His father was too ashamed to show his face at the cruel (and very Muggle) death of his wife of 10 years and the mother of his only child and heir to the vast but ill-gotten Nott wealth.
So, at age 29; beautiful, terrible and pure of blood, Amerita Nott died of cancer with only her son and her loyal house-elf by her side.
The next 7 years of Theodore’s life remained as empty and loveless as he had expected. His father, it seemed, was more determined to make money than even discuss with his young son the truth and realities involving Amerita’s death.
Alexander, like all wizards of his stature, had convinced himself that he, and all those he was affiliated with, were untouchable by such things – Muggle things. He truly believed his life was worth more than anyone’s because his blood was pure and his heart was cold. Emotions, it seemed to Theo’s father, were a hinderance rather than a help. It had made him what he was and would forever be; a loser, an egotistical jerk and a Death Eater.
So Theodore would come to hate this man. Hate him for who he was and who he wanted to be. Hate him for what he’d done to Amerita.
Theo would become as disillusioned and cruel as his father, but would not notice it until it was too late. It was at this stage in his life that he became a prime candidate for the next generation of Death Eaters upon Voldemort’s return to power.
It was at age 11, sick of spending his life with only his school master and house-elf, that Theodore would get his previously denied freedom. Age 11 meant the coming of his Hogwarts letter, and not even his father could or would destroy such a perfect time.
Theo had already proven twice that he was no Squib. At age 8 he had successfully locked his school master out of the house with only a thought and a scream. Evetually Alexander had stepped in and brought an end to the mess and what Theo had thought would end with praise actually ended with Theo cleaning the bathroom floor and being denied dinner. The loyal house-eld, Knobb, who had always made it clear that he worked for Theo and Amerita alone, had snuck up with the most delicious stew a little after Alexander left for work again that night, assuring Theo that Alexander had not been treated to the same thing.
The second time had been at age 10 when, sick of Knobb doing substandard work in the cleaning of his bedroom, Alexander had pulled out a handkerchief and was intending to force it into the shaking hands of the sobbing elf. At Theodore’s shocked gasp the handkerchief flew from his father’s grasp and tumbled through the air for almost 30 seconds before promptly bursting into flames.
“Knobb works for me. He isn’t yours to dismiss.” Theodore had managed to yell at his father before Alexander gave the elf a hearty kick out the doorway and slammed the door in both their faces.
So, more than anything, the large tan envelope with a green seal was a god-send.
It not only meant a new and more magical life. It not only meant going to the place where he could be who he wanted, when he wanted. It not only meant wands, potions and books piled high with energy and answers within their pages. No, more important than anything inside the Hogwarts walls, it meant freedom
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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]