Post by deirdre cayley ashe on May 3, 2010 0:49:33 GMT
DEIRDRECAYLEYASHE
hello? it's me, Val here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm old enough to know better, too young to care and i've been around this roleplay world for about on and off, six years. i stumbled about here thanks to Kiss The Girl with my friend(s) nobody.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
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full name Deirdre Cayley Ashe
nicknames Dei, Dre. Ashe, occasionally. But mostly Dei.
ageEighteen
date of birth
Seventh year Ravenclaw
bloodline[/color] half-blood.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'2
height
weight[/color]132
hair colour[/color] naturally strawberry blonde, but she dyes it various shades of red.
eye colour[/color] brown
skin tone[/color] pale
play-by[/color] hayley williams
Dei is a very creative person. This, along with boredom, leads to the fact that her arms are almost always covered in lyrics, doodles, quotes...anything really. Along with her jeans. And her shoes. And a fair number of her bags. Her hair, while naturally strawberry blonde, has been dyed red, red with orange/yellow streaks or tips, etc. She's pretty pale, although not from any lack of getting out. She just doesn't tan; she either burns or stays her pale self. Her eyes are a brown, changing from dark to amber depending on her mood and the lighting.
Dierdre is kind of short, standing at a mere five feet, two inches. She walks with an almost dance like gait, almost like she's gliding. She's pretty graceful, but she has her fair share of bruises and cuts. She's a healthy 132 pounds. Her smile tends to light up her face, and it's normally there. Either that or its a smirk.
Miss Ashe loves hoodies. If she could, she would seriously live in one of her hoodies. She likes warmth. She wears t-shirts, including message shirts and polos. She prefers jeans to skirts, but she will wear one if it's necessary. She doesn't care much about shoes,but almost all of hers are, as stated previously, covered with doodles and lyrics and such. Sh almost always has a messenger bag with her, containing things like pens and paper and books and such.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color]Alexander Lee Ashe| 42|Pureblood| Worker at the Ministry
father
mother[/color]Maria Caitlin Owens-Ashe|44|Muggle|Teacher
siblings[/color]Sara Thalia Ashe|13|Halfblood
spouses[/color]None
offspring[/color]You're kidding, right?
other relations[/color] Grandmother Sophie Evelyn Ashe|Pureblood
Aunt Rose Ashe|Pureblood
Cousin Aiden Ashe|Pureblood|18
Deirdre Cayley Ashe was born on a snowy winter night in Belfast, Ireland. Her parents, Mr. Alex Ashe, a ministry of magic worker. and his muggle wife, Maria, a teacher, had thought long and hard about her name, and it's meaning. Her name means, literally, Sorrowful Wanderer and Brave Warrior. Gee, parents. Thanks for the uplifting name. Despite their name choice, The Ashe family was ecstatic to welcome the new member of the family. Especially her grandmother Sophie, who was overjoyed to have a granddaughter. Shortly after she was born, Dei was joined in the world by her cousin Aiden. From the moment the two of them could walk and talk, they were getting into trouble. Or rather, Aiden dragged Dei with him while he got in trouble, despite her protests. They were close to inseparable.
When Deirdre hit the age of five, she welcomed her little sister, Sara, into the world. As soon as Dei saw her, she knew that she would protect her sister 'til the day she died. She loved her little sister, although she was initially jealous of all the attention the unborn Sara got. But, she was distracted by school. Dei loved school. She liked learning, and she absorbed all she could. And when she learned to read...let's just say her teachers created a monster. She went through books like crazy.
But written stories weren't the only ones she loved. She would often listen to her grandmother's stories of the Sidhe, or the fair folk. Of Fairies and Selkies. She loved there stories best of all, and whether this was because of the stories themselves or because of her grandmother's voice, which spun the tales in such a way that young Dei could actually see the courts and their beautiful but dangerous residences. Dei knew magic existed; her father and grandmother and aunt and cousin were all wizards and witches, as was she. But the stories...they were a different magic.
When Dei was eleven, she got her Hogwarts acceptance letter, and so did her cousin. She was taken all the way to London to buy her books and robes, just before school started. She also received a broom and beautiful barn owl that she named Skyla. Then she was off on her train to Hogwarts. She was placed in the Ravenclaw house. It's been six years since then. Six years of classes and Quidditch matches (she's a pretty good keeper). This is her final year at Hogwarts, and she's curious as to what'll happen.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] yes!
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
All day, Sophie had been restless. This was unusual for her. Normally she sat down and took notes like the good little student she was. After all, she was only here out of the kindness of her step-mother's heart. Really, she should have been home in London, tending to her late father's hat shop. The least she could do was do well at school, right? And normally, that's just how she was. But today...there was something about that day. It wasn't that it was a beautiful day outside; on the contrary, it was rather dismal out. It was gray, and it looked like it was about to rain. But she felt the need to go down to the beach, to feel the salty, cold air on her skin. To watch the waves roll in and out. The entire day, the sea called to her, demanding her undivided attention. It took her entire willpower to even slightly focus on the lesson, let alone take notes. By the end of her last class, she was so distracted that she had barely gotten her assignment.
When her class was (finally) over, Sophie almost shot up out of her seat. She was ready to be out of there. She walked out the door, purposefully, her textbook still clutched to her chest. She made her way to the beach on foot, not having any other transportation. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, with the exception of those few annoying locks that she never could get up. 'Note to Self: Invest in bobby pins,' She thought, as she brushed one such lock out of her eyes after shoving the book into her beg with its textbook brethren. There were also notebooks and pens and pencils, multiple doodle-filled pages of notes and other such scholarly-type things. As previously, stated, she was a good student. She took detailed notes. The just happened to have doodles of hats she'd like to make along with them. Nothing wrong with that. Particularly because her teachers didn't collect notebooks, unlike her teachers when she had been in high school.
When she reached the beach, Sophie took off her shoes and socks. She scanned the area for anyone familiar. It wasn't crowded, she noted, unsurprised. After all, who in their right mind would go to the beach when it was so gray outside. Oh, yeah. Sophie did. While she was looking, she saw a boy who was building a sandcastle. But it wasn't you're typical sandcastle. It was more like a sand fortress. He looked like he was absorbed in what he was doing. So absorbed, it seemed, that he didn't notice when Sophie sat a mere few feet away from him, completely fascinated with his skill. Any thought she had of doing her homework while she was out there was completely gone.
When her class was (finally) over, Sophie almost shot up out of her seat. She was ready to be out of there. She walked out the door, purposefully, her textbook still clutched to her chest. She made her way to the beach on foot, not having any other transportation. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, with the exception of those few annoying locks that she never could get up. 'Note to Self: Invest in bobby pins,' She thought, as she brushed one such lock out of her eyes after shoving the book into her beg with its textbook brethren. There were also notebooks and pens and pencils, multiple doodle-filled pages of notes and other such scholarly-type things. As previously, stated, she was a good student. She took detailed notes. The just happened to have doodles of hats she'd like to make along with them. Nothing wrong with that. Particularly because her teachers didn't collect notebooks, unlike her teachers when she had been in high school.
When she reached the beach, Sophie took off her shoes and socks. She scanned the area for anyone familiar. It wasn't crowded, she noted, unsurprised. After all, who in their right mind would go to the beach when it was so gray outside. Oh, yeah. Sophie did. While she was looking, she saw a boy who was building a sandcastle. But it wasn't you're typical sandcastle. It was more like a sand fortress. He looked like he was absorbed in what he was doing. So absorbed, it seemed, that he didn't notice when Sophie sat a mere few feet away from him, completely fascinated with his skill. Any thought she had of doing her homework while she was out there was completely gone.
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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]
