Post by ilse amelie remercier on Dec 12, 2010 16:35:52 GMT
ILSEAMELIEREMERCIER
hello? it's me, EFFY here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm dix-sept and i've been around this roleplay world for about three/four years? i stumbled about here thanks to me! with my friend(s) juliette & florence.
SHE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
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full name ilse amelie remercier
nicknames ilse
age sixteen
date of birth
year and house of preference ravenclaw, sixth
bloodline[/color] muggle born
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] five foot eight
height
weight[/color] ?
hair colour[/color] dark brown
eye colour[/color] grey/blue
skin tone[/color] fair
play-by[/color] kristen stewart
Ilse is tall, curvy and in shape. she's gorgeous, you can't deny it! Her chocolate curls frame her pale face, and in the summer a smattering of freckles creep across her nose and cheeks. Typical, gorgeous, English rose beauty. Her eyes tell all of her stories if you look into them, like pools of molten metal, and she can close them off if she doesn't want you to see anything (though she finds this difficult!). Her hands are important to her, they're willowy and perfect.
She tends to wear simple clothes that flatter her, though she does have a liking for jeans and skirts. Dresses are her usual uniform, though usually with tights, and things that show off her figure in a modest way. She likes to feel good about what she wears, and usually wears her hair down too- she doesn't like it being up!
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] emile charles remercier, 50, businessman
father
mother[/color] emily estelle remercier (nee MacIntyre), 45, housewife
siblings[/color] (twin brothers) sebastian evelyn (badger, 20) and ___ ___ remercier, (uni or magical adult)
spouses[/color] n/a
offspring[/color] n/a
other relations[/color]
(stolen from the one I wrote for Sebastian!)
If Sebastian and ___ weren't wizards, their lives would be in no way extraordinary. Brought up in London, living in a spacious penthouse with his brother, younger sister and his parents. His mother was of old money in England, so they had a country house, and his father was of new money in France, so they had the penthouse. His parents are rather stuck up, yet jovial types. His mother, who stayed at home and occasionally frequented society during the season, had all the time in the world for the boys, and to an extent they were completely and utterly spoiled. Unconditional love, and the unruly nature of brothers, meant that the boys developed a fondness for almost everything. They were charming, as young boys dressed up in little sailor suits they enchanted all of the women that visited the house, until they hit their teenage years.
Ilse was the youngest of the family, and sprung up a few years after her elder brothers. By the time she was ten she was enraptured with the idea of going to Hogwarts, though she had shown no outward signs of magic yet. At eleven she started seeing odd things around her happening- fires grew brighter and she could refill water jugs (such a middle class way to discover things!). Although she knew her brothers (who shunned her- she was a girl, eww!) were magic, and that Sebastian could do rather odd things with his face (she had tried to mimic him and failed- her love of transfiguration stems from this time!) she was sure that they couldn't control other things the way that she could. Yet she kept this secret, and so everyone in her family was surprised at the letter arriving in the post when she turned eleven- everybody except her! She set off on the train, sitting in a carriage on her own (her brothers abandoned her as soon as they were out from under the watchful eye of their parents) and she found people to talk to. She was sorted into Ravenclaw (much to Sebastian's feigned chagrin) and studied a lot, having a little fun, but generally keeping quiet for her whole career. She left Hogwarts with top grades in all of her NEWTs (a year early) and bounded off to Hallows university to study Muggle Studies and Transfiguration.
Since she's been there, she has grown more confident in herself. She isn't loud, or brash, but she now knows her worth, and although she studies hard, she has a lot of natural ability. She has a few love affairs here and there, but her studies took priority in her first year and it paid off- now she gets to shadow and teach at Hogwarts whilst balancing her second and third year studies to sit at the end of the year! And she's loving it! Having taken two terms strictly at university she is arriving at Hogwarts just before Christmas- for her the most magical time- in order to teach (primarily Muggle Studies, but also Transfiguration)
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
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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
The entire castle was coming down with some intolerable illness. It had been happening for weeks- months- starting when they returned from Christmas break. A good portion of the student body was rendered incapable of leaving their dorm rooms and doing anything other than coughing and sneezing. Juliette, fortunately or unfortunately was not suffering. She hadn't thought to stop and ask why her best friends were suffering this horrible consequence, hadn't stopped to contemplate dark matters, she just knew it was taking a toll on her too. It's not that she really minded helping her friends, but when she was tired, irritable and hormonal sometimes she just didn't feel like it, and she had to give all her Ravenclaw the friends the work she did in class (which wasn't very much given that many teachers had gone down with the virus too); which she didn't always feel like doing either.
Besides these selfish reasons, there was another. Juliette's talent had grown throughout the year, and still she had confided in no one, but she heard everything. She could hear younger children frightened of what was happening to them, yelling out in their heads for relief. She wanted to help them, but couldn't; their rooms were barracaded and they wouldn't know her if she tried. Aside from these troubled infants, there were those her own age too. Some of her friends had tried magic, and although Juliette had been outside when it happened, it lingered on all of their minds for the rest of the day and then some more. Marcus had tried to create artificial light in the room- lined with heavy blackout curtains- using 'lumos' surely one of the simplest spells. The picture flickering through their heads had been horrible. First he had choked, then doubled over, and then his wand dropped from his shaking hand. It was then she should have realised this was no ordinary illness, but she hadn't. Too horrified by what she shouldn't have seen Juliette tried to shake it out of her head, and to do so she spent as little time in her dormitory or the Ravenclaw common room as was possible. In fact, in recent days she'd taken to leaving the premisis as soon as she found it was already inhabited by one or more persons. As if her troubles of the previous year had culminated in one fell swoop; Juliette could no longer stand to be around people.
So, that morning she had got up quietly, trying not to disturb her roommates who weren't sleeping well as it was, and gone about her usual morning routine, before picking up her satchel, overflowing with books, and heading into the hallowed halls of the deserted castle.
And it was deserted, there was no other way about it. All of those not ill seemed to be hiding like Juliette, though in her case she was hiding in the wide, open corridors. As sad as she was about the entire scenario, Juliette was strangely at peace in the empty halls. As she descended the staircase to the sixth floor she stopped, closed her eyes and stood for a few moments. Even in the far reaches of her mind she could not hear anything. It was bliss.
This bliss however, came to an abrupt halt on two occasions. One, when the staircase indicated it would like to move in its normal manner- jerking its occupants awake seconds before it threw itself around, onto a different landing. The second was later, much later. Juliette's habit of curling herself into a hedgehog like ball when she was reading seemed to have rendered her invisible. Dark corners were where she preferred to hide in rooms, unseen, unoticable, and apparently she was. Her small, fragile build and barely height meant that you could look through her. For the most part that was what she wanted.
Around an hour into her time in the silent General Common room Juliette was disturbed by a voice, by the scraping of a chair and humming thoughts. Her eyes closed slowly, her hand marking her place in her novel as she snatched glances at the girl who joined her. The thoughts were spoken in a melodic tone, and the glances created the complete picture. Analeigh Avery; one of the most sought after girls in the school. Although Juliette did not often fall foul of cliche, she knew that boys would die to have her and girls would die to be her, yet Juliette didn't feel as much envy as she perhaps should have. Sure, she was short, but she was relatively smart and she was sure she'd find someone one day. But even those thoughts did not deny her a little jealousy. Analeigh's legs were probably the height of her whole four-foot-eight frame, and such good looks and grace came from good genetics, none of which Juliette had inherited from her parents.
Juliette sighed in her mind, and imagined her heavy novel slamming shut. The image jerked her more awake than she'd been in a long time, but apparently it had an effect on the other girl. Juliette's eyes darted, before the heavy lids descended again, into thought and a light slumber. 'Please don't see me, please don't see me.
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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]
