Post by angelbymistake on Dec 11, 2009 23:40:30 GMT
IMOGINE-LEIGH HALLIWELL
hello? it's me, Jenna here, remember? oh, okay. well. i'm nineteen and i've been around this roleplay world for about four years?. i stumbled about here thanks to tei linking me with my friend(s) no-one.
. S/HE LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE
[/color] January 17
full name Imogine-Leigh Halliwell
nicknames Imogine, Immi, Im, weird-o
age Seventeen
date of birth
year and house of preference Seventh year Gryffindor
bloodline[/color] Muggleborn - taura elementist
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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE EXPOSURE THE LENS
[/color] five foot something? lol
height
weight[/color] uh average?
hair colour[/color] Brown
eye colour[/color] apears to change colours depending on the light and her mood, ranges from a grey blue to a blue green.
skin tone[/color] fair easily burnable.
play-by[/color] Zooey Deschanel
As far as seventeen year old girls go, Imogine could fit in with the rest of them. While nothing special about her appearance, she's not by any standard plain. Her long dark brown hair sits just past her shoulders with what appears to be a natural wave, but she has her own little secret to creating it. Her bangs frame her fair skin and changing eyes. While she has no real tattoo's and minimum piercings, she will usually be found with self drawn Henna tattoo's and either a vine wrapped around her ankle or flower in her hair. Imogine often finds wearing the school's uniform a boring process, and will often after it slightly - she was once even sent to detention for wearing her brothers uniform not her own.
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SENTENCE ME TO ANOTHER LIFE
[/color] Edward Halliwell (adoptive)
father
mother[/color] Maree Halliwell (adoptive)
siblings[/color] twin brother Michael
spouses[/color] none
offspring[/color] none
other relations[/color] grandparents
Immi's earliest memory is being pushed on a swing by a man with the same eyes as her. Her second earliest memory is being taken by a pretty lady in pink with her brother to her now parents. When Imogine was 3 and a half she was taken from her biological parents by a muggle child care worker (aka the pretty lady in pink), and was given to the couple she now calls her parents. Innitially she and her brother were only meant to be there as foster kids, but by age 6 they were adopted into the family. Because she was taken so young, Immi doesn't remember what her parents look like, nor does she have any photo's or information about them (in other words, no idea if they are alive or passed away).
While she has no idea what her nationality is - Immi considers herself an Austlandian, since equal amounts of her life have been spent in both Australia and England - and yet her Australian Accent has never been lost. Immi and Michael grew up loved by her adoptive parents and family - but when their letters arrived; the concept of magic scared the Halliwell parents. So now everytime the Halliwell twins return home to Australia on holidays they live with their grandparents; were they learn more dance steps.
Imogine fell in love with the wizarding world once she arrived, settling quickly into her classes and such, though still much prefering to be outside rather than inside. She has a big love for playing Quidditch, being a beater.
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IF GOD'S THE GAME THAT YOU'RE PLAYING
[/color] yepyepyep (sorry if it's bad)
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
taken from another site, if you want an original sample, just let me know
The mood around Hogwarts had mirrored the weather for days now; dark, dank and gloomy. Noone excaped the sensation of tragidy, loss and horror that had set into Hogwarts - well almost noone. The Slytherins didn't care that Anabella Nobel (conincidently one of Immi's closest and dearests friends) was missing; and oddly neither did Mundungus Fletcher (or so Addi had told her). For to long Immi had locked herself within the Howarts Castle, so long infact that like the plants she cared for so much; she found herself 'wilting' from lack of sunlight.
Slipping on the shoes that was in their place by the end of her bed, Immi grabs a hooded jumper before sneaking out of her room; hoping to not disturb any of her roommates. Slipping the black jumper over her head, Imogine-Leigh Halliwell makes her way down the many flights of stairs, ducking into rooms where possible to aviod familiar faces. While her actions may appear to be suspicious, the truth was that she was not in the mood to console other people today. Her shoulder wasn't available for people to cry on today - it was taking a day off.
Finally making it out the castle without running into any mascara streaked faces; Immi headed down towards the greenhouse. Due to the weather she knew the quiddich pitch would be closed - but at least the greenhouse would be open.
The rest of her day was forming nicely in her mind, soak up some of the fake sun, calm herself by growing something wonderful, maybe even test out if she would be affected by mandrakes. She knew their scream could kill - so obviously she'd only work with the seedlings ... but if other plants didnt effect her, Immi wondered if her Taura ability would mean she didn't have to wear a pair of ear muffs?
Standing in the way of her and her perfect day however, was the very ravenclaw Adalae had been ranting about since Bella's disapearance. Normally Immi wouldn't be bothered by Fletcher, what with him kind-of-nearly-almost-but-not-quiet dating Abbey and all. But today seeing him against the door to her greenhouse surrounded by his normal cloud of smoke and not giving a damn about her friend's location...
"Mind moving Fletcher." she said, by no means making it a question; because that would give him options. Looking between him and the door behind him, Immi raised an eyebrow waiting to see how long it was take him to get the hint - so long as he didn't mention Bella, Imogine would be her normal self.
The mood around Hogwarts had mirrored the weather for days now; dark, dank and gloomy. Noone excaped the sensation of tragidy, loss and horror that had set into Hogwarts - well almost noone. The Slytherins didn't care that Anabella Nobel (conincidently one of Immi's closest and dearests friends) was missing; and oddly neither did Mundungus Fletcher (or so Addi had told her). For to long Immi had locked herself within the Howarts Castle, so long infact that like the plants she cared for so much; she found herself 'wilting' from lack of sunlight.
Slipping on the shoes that was in their place by the end of her bed, Immi grabs a hooded jumper before sneaking out of her room; hoping to not disturb any of her roommates. Slipping the black jumper over her head, Imogine-Leigh Halliwell makes her way down the many flights of stairs, ducking into rooms where possible to aviod familiar faces. While her actions may appear to be suspicious, the truth was that she was not in the mood to console other people today. Her shoulder wasn't available for people to cry on today - it was taking a day off.
Finally making it out the castle without running into any mascara streaked faces; Immi headed down towards the greenhouse. Due to the weather she knew the quiddich pitch would be closed - but at least the greenhouse would be open.
The rest of her day was forming nicely in her mind, soak up some of the fake sun, calm herself by growing something wonderful, maybe even test out if she would be affected by mandrakes. She knew their scream could kill - so obviously she'd only work with the seedlings ... but if other plants didnt effect her, Immi wondered if her Taura ability would mean she didn't have to wear a pair of ear muffs?
Standing in the way of her and her perfect day however, was the very ravenclaw Adalae had been ranting about since Bella's disapearance. Normally Immi wouldn't be bothered by Fletcher, what with him kind-of-nearly-almost-but-not-quiet dating Abbey and all. But today seeing him against the door to her greenhouse surrounded by his normal cloud of smoke and not giving a damn about her friend's location...
"Mind moving Fletcher." she said, by no means making it a question; because that would give him options. Looking between him and the door behind him, Immi raised an eyebrow waiting to see how long it was take him to get the hint - so long as he didn't mention Bella, Imogine would be her normal self.
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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]
