Post by lette on May 24, 2010 22:36:47 GMT
COLETTEFARISCAULDWELL
hello? it's me, kara here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm seventeen and i've been around this roleplay world for about a year. i stumbled about here thanks to Mr. Ben, who coerced me, (though without much effort) into joining.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] November 11, 2007
full name Colette Faris Cauldwell
nicknamesLette (pronounced Letti). Or Faris. Most people call me Lette in like casual conversation. I'm not so hot on Colette. But I honestly don't really care what people call me. Seems silly to make a fuss over something so trivial. I introduce myself as Lette. If they figure out somehow that my real name is Colette and decide to use that instead, I won't victimize them for it.age Sixteen
date of birth
year and house of preference Ravenclaw Sixth year.
bloodline[/color] Halfblood.
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] 5'2''
height
weight[/color] 120...ish
hair colour[/color] Platinum blonde
eye colour[/color] Blue
skin tone[/color] Pale...but smooth.
play-by[/color] Juno Temple
Okay. I know what you're thinking. Blond hair blue eyes, creamy porcelain skin. But no. I'm no bombshell. One, my hair is frizzy as all hell. I swear. I need like a gallon of product to tame it down. So most days I don't even bother. I don't really care so much to be honest. I kind of think it looks funky. I did dreads for a while. That was pretty cool. But then I had to end up cutting all my hair off so I don't think I'll do it again. I've experimented quite a bit with it. Color, cut etc. I get bored with it pretty easily. But for class I won't do anything special. Actually... I'm lucky if I brush it before class at all. You can't really tell though. Even when I brush it it's still a disaster most of the time. I think it just has a mind of it's own. The excess brain juices might leak into it and give it life or something. Anyway, like I said. Not bombshell hair.
Also, my eyes are rather less than spectacular. Sure they're blue, but they're not deep or piercing, or anything exciting like that. They're actually rather flat. It makes them look either misleadingly innocent or entirely heartless depending on the rest of my expression. But I like the color anyway. Actually they have cool little bits of greyish silver in them too on like the spiky part right around my pupil? You can't see it except from up close though.
Lets see. Those are the rather trivial parts of my appearance and from reading it I still don't know what I look like so... I guess I have a little more to do. My skin. Actually I have very nice skin. It's even toned, and soft. But that isn't without effort. I put lotion on and take care of it and stuff. My face is kind of round. Very round actually. I still have those chubby baby cheeks and it kind of carries over into my nose, which is kind of round. At least at the tip. I mean, it's not wide, just round...if that makes sense. My lips are kind of puffy too I guess. Well, they're very full at least. I don't usually wear make up during school because I have one of those faces that looks whorish when it's done up wrong. Like, they're so much contrast already that adding special colors and things looks way too dressy for a regular day. Not color contrast...I guess form contrast. Like they're already a lot going on. When I'm actually dressing up, make up adds a lot for me. But for class, with that stupid school uniform, I would just look ridiculous.
Or bad ridiculous. Normally I look a little ridiculous anyway. My fashion sense is a little out there. But I like being a little out there. I'll wear make up when I'm just out and about wearing my muggle clothes. Since we still live in a muggle neighborhood I have to dress in muggle clothes on breaks and such. I wouldn't say I like them better, because if we didn't have to wear a uniform for school I wouldn't mind experimenting with wizards robes and seeing what kind of cool stuff I could come up with. But we do have to wear a uniform, so the closest thing I can get to self expression is fucking with my hair. Most of my muggle clothes are sort of a mesh of neo-punk, grunge and mod. I know. It doesn't really make sense to mesh those. But I like how I do it, so I don't want to hear your skepticism.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Owen Cauldwell
father
mother[/color] Eleanor Cauldwell (`nee Branstone)
siblings[/color] ___ ___ Cauldwell (Hufflepuff Sixth Year, twin)
spouses[/color] Pshhh. I'm not married.
offspring[/color] ...I'm not a mama either.
other relations[/color] None really...well, you know, nothing outside the ordinary anyway. I've got a few cousins, mum has a sister, the grandparents. But nothing special going on there.
My family traveled a lot when I was younger. I was actually born in Laos. Mum and dad study exotic plants, muggle and magical, so they were on some kind of expedition when my brother and I were born. They knew they were cutting it close on their return date, but they had a deadline to meet and they needed just one more bit of information to seal their piece. So they stayed an extra week, and by the time they were ready to leave, it was too late for mum to travel safely. It wasn't such a huge loss though. I of course don't remember any of it, but they always said Laos was very pleasant. We lived there for six months before they moved us back to London. But we only stayed there until I was about three.
Both of my parents are muggle born. So they weren't sure if my brother and I would turn out to be magical or not. It was about a fifty fifty shot. So they didn't raise us as wizards. But they didn't really raise us as muggles either. We went to muggle schools every now and then, but only usually for about a year at a time and somewhat intermittently. When I was three we moved to Australia for six months, and then New Zealand for another six. I remember a little bit of these places, but not much. We weren't near the city. We went into the city sometimes, usually by magic, because me and my brother were too young to really grasp what was going on. But for the most part, we were in the wild. We had a somewhat normal house and everything though in spite of this, and we had a nanny in both places, because my parents were out a lot. I never thought it was anything strange to be isolated from civilization like this. And actually I appreciate that I experienced this now because I figured out who I was very early in life.
Anyhow. When I was about 5 we moved back to England for a few months and my brother and I started at a muggle primary school. My parents decided it would be best for us to have some kind of normalcy in our lives so that we wouldn't grow up socially awkward. I didn't really care for the muggle school. I almost exclusively stuck by my brother. I was always kind of quiet. Who am I kidding, I'm still quiet sometimes. But as a kid, I was really quiet. I didn't talk to people I didn't know. And I was really smart. Every school I went to, and I've been to many, seemed exceedingly easy to me so I got bored at them very quickly. After about half a year at that first school, my parents got assigned to go on an expedition to Peru. But they didn't want to pull my brother and I out of school, so they enrolled us in a boarding school.
I enjoyed this school a lot more than the first one, because it was more challenging for one. It was one of the top schools in the country. But also, girls and boys stayed in separate dormitories so I was forced to make a few of my own friends since my brother wasn't always around to do it for me. We were still super close, but I at least had a few friends in my dormitory. Mum and Dad stayed in Peru for nearly a year and a half, so that was how long we attended the boarding school. We finished up our second year, and then they withdrew us. I was actually kind of sad to go. I'd made some pretty good friends. But they withdrew us because they were taking us to Japan for two years, so I wasn't that upset.
Japan was incredible. We didn't really have a stable education there, because we were in an area of Japan where English was not as prevalent, so going to school there would have been extremely difficult for us. But we weren't separated from civilization. Our house was on the edge of a small town, and once again, my parents employed a nanny of sorts, who also became our teacher pretty much. We were home schooled, in the basic muggle studies: reading, writing and arithmetic, as well as Japanese. I still speak a little bit of it...though not much. I would love to go back to Japan one day and see if I pick it up again. Oh and for those of you who are having a hard time keeping track, I was 7 when we moved to Japan, and 9 when we moved back to England.
We moved back to England because my brother had showed his magic. I hadn't. It was getting very late for me too apparently. Once he showed his, my parents explained to us a little more about the magical world. They'd never completely hidden it from us. And I could put two and two together quicker than most kids anyway, so I'd figured out something was different about them really quickly. But when they explained a little more, I realized that if I wasn't magical too, it would be difficult for me to be part of the family. Or at least, that was how I saw it at the time. I never really enjoyed what my parents did. It was just a difference of interests, but I didn't like plants, or dirt, or trekking through strange and uncharted parts of nature. And if he went off to school without me then I'd just be on my own. My parents would surely go off on some new assignment. I was a little heartbroken. For the first six months back in England I was a sort of depressed. I'd almost fully convinced myself that I was a muggle. There was still that little tiny glimmer of hope that just maybe, maybe I was a late bloomer, but every day that I didn't show was making me more hopeless. I'd started going to a muggle school again, though without my brother because now that it was confirmed that he was a wizard, it was dangerous for him to be in such close proximity to muggles while he couldn't control his magic. So he was home schooled.
I hated the muggle school. I resented the fact that I had to go to one. I didn't want to be one of them because I didn't feel like one of them. I was a loner, and kids made fun of me pretty badly, which only made me more miserable. I stopped talking. Even in class, when I knew the answer. I wasn't one of those know it alls because I didn't want to bring attention to myself. I was acing all of my classes. But I was still bored. So one day, I decided to change it up a little. My style was starting to change. But not at school because like I said, I didn't want to draw more attention to myself than I had to. There were these girls in my school that always picked on me. Honestly, most of the kids just ignored me. Which I was perfectly fine with. But there was one group of girls that were just relentless sometimes. But I had all of these new clothes, that I loved. I'd wear them out around the neighborhood and stuff, or out to the mall or town or whatever, but I always wore the most plain, boring clothes to school. So one day I decided not to. And I got railed for it. The girls picked on me so bad that I just lost it. All the resentment and rage I'd been feeling for the last six months just boiled over. I was sitting in my usual seat at the back of the classroom, and one of them was sitting in front of me. It was someone's birthday, so they were passing cupcakes around, and instead of handing me my cupcake, she smashed it, icing down, all over my homework. Then the rest of her little crew joined in. I was trying really hard not to cry. But everything they said just brought me closer to tears. My throat was closed up trying to hold them back so I couldn't talk back. I'm actually pretty quick with my tongue, but speaking at all would have let out a flood of tears and I refused to cry in front of them, so I just glared until the barrage of insults stopped. They whole class was staring at me, waiting for a response, and after a few seconds of dead silence, the girl in front of me shrugged and said "See, she can't even stand up for herself." And she turned around. I cracked. Literally. My fists were balled, and I started to shake, and then all of a sudden, her desk cracked right down the middle. Each half fell to the sides and when she hit the ground, the floor tiles split, and the crack ran all the way to the front of the room. It was loud, and the cracking desk alone had startled me so when I saw the floor tearing apart right in front of my eyes I was too disoriented to realize what had happened. And apparently the class was too because for a solid minute, they were silent. The teacher fumbled to call the office over the intercom, but before she could, I was out the door sprinting down the corridor. I'd realized what had happened, and I was never going back to that room again. I was only around the corner into the next hall when ministry officials appeared in front of me. I thought I was in big trouble. But they explained that they were only there to do damage control. One of them took me back to my house while the rest of them ran down the hall to start altering memories. I never had to go back to that muggle school again. Mum told me later that none of the kids there had any memory of me at all. Which I was grateful for because if I ever ran into them on the street they wouldn't have any reason to even pay attention to me.
The next August, both me and my brother got our Hogwarts letters, though we were sorted into different houses. He was in Hufflepuff, I was Ravenclaw, which didn't surprise me at all. We're really not very similar for being twins. We don't even look much alike. We do a little bit of course, but you wouldn't peg us for twins if you didn't know we were the same age. Anyway. I've loved Hogwarts from the minute I got here. I fit in a lot better. I actually made friends on my first night. I'm still not a social butterfly or anything, but still. Anyway. I'm in my sixth year now. Only one more to go.
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roleplay sample
Amelie couldn't help herself. She threw her head back, laughing, eventually buckling over to steady herself, hands on her knees as her vicious giggles spiraled out of control. She honestly wished she could stop after a moment because the tears in her eyes were blurring her vision and she wanted to take it all in. The thick brown liquid, flowing over the blonde's hair, darkening it like a horrid set of lowlights, or a really bad, though sweet smelling wig. She could not have wished for a better spread in a million years. And the little yelp made it that much more priceless. In the span of a second though, it quelled, as she realized that Ella's wand was only a few inches from her nose. Amelie straightened up quickly, still unable to fully extinguish her smirk, but her body had become somewhat rigid. Her hand made it to her own wand, but only just. As her eyes darted from Ella's eyes to her wand tip. The foreshortening meant that Amelie couldn't keep them both in focus at the same time and switching between them so fast was beginning to make her dizzy. She hadn't even raised her own wand, just held it at her side, because if it was a matter of dueling, Amelie had no chance. She wasn't even sure that Ella was a skilled dueler, just that she, Amelie, was abysmal.
If she could, Amelie would have liked to improve in this one particular branch of magic. But she had tried before, and was even in Dueling classes now, and never seemed to get any better. It wasn't that she cracked under pressure, because Amelie usually mastered herself even better in tense situations than when she was just lazing around. But for some reason, whenever someone pointed a wand at her, she just froze, unafraid, but paralyzed. If she got the first hit in, she could do a bit of damage, but after the back and forth started going, she was useless. It was like she was drawing a blank. Like the hex was on the tip of her tongue, but refused to come out. It was quite infuriating actually. "Go on then." She taunted, tilting her head, and ever so slightly leaning forward. But before the situation escalated any further, Ella was lowering her wand. It was like someone had let all the air out of the balloon they were blowing up and Amelie slouched back a few steps, rolling her eyes. She had put up absolutely no resistance and Ella still wouldn't crack. Sure, she was frowning, but the Slytherin had been sure her chocolate shampoo job would push her past her niceties. Amelie watched, nonplussed, as Ella turned the wand on herself and siphoned off the excess chocolate. She still looked like a dirty brunette, but at least it wasn't all wet anymore.
"You are a piece of work, you know that?" Amelie said, crossing her arms across her chest and laughing lightly. "Of course it wasn't nice! I know it wasn't nice! Why do you think I did it! Who would fancy having chocolate dumped over them?!" Amelie burst out, throwing her hands in the air. Inadvertently a red spark or two shot out of the tip of her wand. She paced back and forth a few times, thinking it over; she was pretty sure she could get her to crack now, but Ella was being such a buzz kill about it that Amelie wasn't sure she wanted to even bother. It would probably earn her a detention or two, and possibly a suspension from the Hogsmeade visits, but that almost seemed worth it. She could always sneak out. "I just don't get it..." she mused after a moment, coming to a standstill in front of Ella again and tapping her foot. "I mean, I'd say you had the patience of a saint, but then it also kind of just seems like you have no spine..."
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