Post by alexei on Dec 8, 2009 22:58:18 GMT
ALEXEITATIANAMENDZIKOVA
hello? it's me, lira/NERD here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm sixteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about two years. i stumbled about here thanks to moi! with my friend(s) juliette and lily.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] Third of May 2006
full name Alexei Tatiana Mendzikova
nicknames Alex, Lex, Lexi, Doll
age Sixteen
date of birth
year and house of preference Sixth year Gryffindor
bloodline[/color] half blood, Russian Siberian heritage
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] five foot six
height
weight[/color] 140
hair colour[/color] Dark brown
eye colour[/color] Changable- green/blue/grey/hazel
skin tone[/color] pale, prone to blushing
play-by[/color] Kristen Stewart
Alexei is, I suppose, average height, but compared to some of her friends, feels very short indeed. She's not exactly skinny, wearing a UK size 12/14. She's not very happy with her weight, her thighs, her hips, pretty much everything, but she supposes she has to live with it. She'd much rather be leaner and taller, but that's just not what's in the DNA foe everyone. Her cheekbones are high on her face, which she thinks makes her look fairly slavic, along with her pale skin. Her eyes are a green blue, generally, but bizarrely they change depending on her mood, nothing drastic, just normal. They're in proportion to her face, but she wishes they were much bigger. Alex has a somewhat square jaw, very noticable, however, she tried to hide it a lot, and it just seems to blend with her natural look. Her hair is a dark brown, hazel in some parts, and is very long, fine with a little volume. She has a kind-of side fringe cut in, but it's not very noticable.
Alexei's style is a little mad. She likes dark colours and jeans, but has more skirts in her wardrobe. Her favourite shoes are her DM boots and her beloved converses, and she feels at home wearing comfy clothes- never one for high heels or suffering for fashion. She'll throw things that don't match on and hope for the best, and has a thing for scarves which she picks up wherever she goes. She has little jewellery, but has a few rather nice necklaces which make a statement (which she tends to wear underneath her scarf) and likes earrings which aren't too long, otherwise they irritate her.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Vladimir Mendzikova - though deceased - fighter in the Magical War in Russia (turned into a werewolf)
father
mother[/color] Maria Mendzikova - deceased - as above
siblings[/color] n/a
spouses[/color] n/a
offspring[/color] n/a
other relations[/color] grandmother- anna ilyssis - 78 - Housewife.
Alexei was born in Northern Siberia to two parents- Vladimir and Maria. She was their first child, the first of a few, or so they hoped. As a young couple they were involved in the fight against You-Know-Who and his allies in Northern Europe. The war continued after You-Know-Who's defeat there, for about eight years. When Alexei was born in 2006 the family were in hiding from rebel Giants and werewolves in the mountains. Her mother was scared and as she was delivered by her father, there was no medical care and he was not a wizard, and she died a few days after childbirth. The war was beginning to die down by May, but it was still dangerous as the rebel wizards and allies were furious with the defeat of their new world order. Within three months Vladimir had realised that Alexei shouldn't be in this desperately dangerous situation and organised a route back to Scotland where she could grow up with her maternal grandmother.
Soon after her father was turned into a complete werewolf when he ventured out of the cave they were hiding in. In a way he was glad; everything he loved in life was gone- he could not enjoy the freedome he'd fought for. After that he went underground, and became bitter, eventually turning to the dark side and plotting the bitter downfall of the world he'd once tried to save.
In a completely separate existence Alexei grew up with her grandmother in a middle class suburb of Edinburgh. It was a comfortable existance, she had friends and was able to love her grandparents. For a long time she didn't know about her parents, never asking, but early in her Hogwarts career everyone talked about theirs; they visited on open days and it made her feel sad about not knowing. Her grandmother regrettably told her, and although she isn't the type to get depressed, it saddened her somewhat. However, she resolved she would do anything in her power to destroy the evil in the world, if it should come again, in revenge for her parents.
(this is crap... so sorry... )
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] neit!
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
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I WANT TO BE RICH AND I WANT LOTS OF MONEY
DON'T CARE ABOUT CLEVER DON'T CARE ABOUT FUNNY I WANT LOTS OF CLOTHES AND
FUCKLOADS OF DIAMONDS I HEAR PEOPLE DIE WHEN
they're trying to find them i'll take my clothes of and it will be shameless 'cause everyone knows
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Juliette had had something of a hard day. It was the last week of summer and she was working- or just sitting- in Ollivanders. Unfortunately, since she was not seventeen yet, she wasn't technically allowed to do magic outwith Hogwarts; but with such a magic environment she just had to be sneaky. Ollivander felt that she shouldn't do magic with her wand outside school until she was seventeen, out of respect and all the rest, but after many a sleepless night from an aching back, Juliette decided that she knew best what was for her. Admittedly, she was wrong, and she felt guilty whenever she flicked her wand and the boxes slid neatly back into place without any effort on her part.
Other than that, her day had been normal. She was staying in the Leaky Cauldron, away from her small, German cottage which she'd been in for the first month of the holidays. The rooms were small, dark and dingy, and the water for the showers was so cold that her heating charm had to be used to make it bearable. But it was good. She could sit and read all day, and it didn't take a long time to walk to Ollivanders each morning and back each night, usually at ungodly hours. The work at Ollivanders was hard, but between customers Ollivander spoke in low tones and kept his thoughts to a quiet mumble. He alone knew of Juliette's new found ability in the minds and he was trying to help her, unfortunately that meant him surrendering his thoughts to her helpless control. To take her mind off the current climate of things she could taste with the tip of her tongue (in the shop it tasted like wood and magic and dust) she read a lot. Muggle books, masterpieces; she learned languages, or attempted to before she got fed up of the Imperfect tense in French and the conjugation in Serbo-Croat.
And then there was the overheating. It was a hot summer outside, with customers coming in with ice cream and meowing cats that were too hot inside their fur and complaining. Ollivander never had any patience with that, and he lurked in the shadows until they became quiet and respectful of the environment, which was all too often within a minute. The shop in which Juliette stood deserved silence, it commanded respect of the ancient magic. Ollivander himself was ancient, wise beyond belief, kept alive by the magic he had been practicing for centuries. He could remember generations of wands, as though he was connected with his practice in an odd, incomprehensible way. As for the heat and Juliette, she was already ridiculously warm, as the shift that had happened made her temperature soar. She tended to wander around the chilling shop in shorts and a t-shirt, sometimes failing that and wearing short and a bikini. Today, she was being relatively decent, wearing dark denim shorts and a polka dot bikini underneath a thin green-blue tank top. She wore thin muggle rocket-dog ballet pumps on her feet and her hair was bizarrely arranged for central wizarding London, in a chopstick bun with tendrils curling and framing her pale, heart shaped face.
When there was an explosion of customers Juliette was awkwardly balanced on the frail ladder that allowed Ollivander to climb the shelves (not that he ever did any more) reading 'Le Petit Prince', a French philosophy book. Several children getting their wands for Hogwarts had remarked that it looked rather childish, but it was difficult for her to read in French and less childish than it looked. She liked the idea of being a child inside forever and never growing up to be 'une grande personne'. It was something close to her heart, and it never failed to make her smile when she read a page, or cry when a particularity sad part occurred..
However, perching awkwardly wasn't terrible comfortable, and Juliette was convinced her bum had been permanently disfigured by the wire thin steps, so she would try and become more comfortable at least. Stepping down she held the thin book in her hand and wandered closer to the main room of the shop, filled with first years and parents and grandparents. She leaned on the arch that divided the rooms whilst Ollivander worked his magic, and read, arm stretched and leg planted on the wall. Almost a minute later a heavy weight maneuvered it's way onto Juliette, pressing her into the wall. "Ow, scheisse! Gettof!" she swore through gritted teeth as it seemed to refuse to move away. Just a kneejerk reaction she supposed. The object moved away, and it took Juliette a moment to recover, summon her book using the wandless magic she was practicing and realise that the weight was not a cabinet, but a human being. A familiar human being who she swore she knew from somewhere. School? Not Germany, not with that accent. Perhaps half a minute later, it clicked. This was that Felix guy. Gryffindor, supposedly charming and popular- everything (aside from the Gryffindor part) Juliette hated.
"It's fine," she said however, dusting the backs of her legs, and trying to reach the back of her top which was bound to be covered in dust. How to react now? She looked like a flustered mess, but that was just how she supposed one felt when talked to by one of the hottest guys in her year. Felix had never so much as uttered a word to her before, even though she'd been in a fair few of her classes. How to begin a conversation? she wondered, she'd never been good at that, even with friends, and wasn't even sure if this random guy knew her name.
"Hey.. you're in my year at school right... Felix? I'm Jules," she said, attempting to give an apologetic but genuine and welcoming smile, and she hoped to god she'd stopped blushing.
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TAGS felix!
WORDS nine eight three
OUTFIT described up there!
MUSIC shuffling!
OTHER scheisse! this is terrible! but none of my other posts will be anywhere near as long as this >.<
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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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