Post by cole on Dec 2, 2011 19:01:55 GMT 1
ADORA ROSE FLINT
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL
B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS,
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NICKNAMES: Addie, Dora or Dorie.
AGE: Sixteen.
DATE OF BIRTH: 26th May.
YEAR: Sixth year.
HOUSE: Slytherin.
SEXUALITY: Straight.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK
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EYE DETAILS: Throughout her life, Adora has been told on countless occasions that her sapphire blue eyes have been considered one of her best features. The memorizing blue eyes were inherited from her mother, and generally every female on her mother’s side has been gifted with the same shade of blue. The blue orbs are shaded with long, dark eyelashes, and if possible, the contrast enhances the colour of blue marvellously. Consequently, the shade of Adora’s eyes vary due to light or mood she currently finds herself in. When she’s directed towards the sun, her eyes change to the unusual colour of indigo, when they’re shaded, they return to the usual sapphire shade. Due to her moods, when angry her eyes would become cloudy and misty, revealing a light shade of gray and when happy, they would lighten to a cobalt colouring.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: Always and forever, fitness and health will always be a main priority to Adora. Working out for three hours each and every day has not only helped her physical appearance but also how she feels inside. If she feels able on the outside, then there is no doubt she’ll be able on the inside. Having frequently worked out, her weight had halted at 125lbs and she stands at 5'6ft tall.
FACE: Adora has always been thankful for the way of her bone structure, her facial features have frequently been described as being perfect and angular—high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips. The fact that she had inherited the good genes had been a blessing, helping her appearance in many ways, and with good appearance came rather gorgeous men, but Dora’s never been one to boost.
STYLE: When outside of school, in the comfort of her own home, Adora believes comfort is the key. She'll usually be seen wearing a pair of old slacks during practice and lazing around. However, when it comes to social events and outings, she'll only wear the finest material.
PLAYED BY: Amber Heard[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY,
OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST
ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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[/li][li] time spent wisely; she likes to know that she's spending her time in the right places, with the right people. she just can't find the room for time wasters.
[/li][li] vacations; in rainy britain there is only rare occasions when the sun shines, so every few months she'd jet off to france to visit her mother's family.
[/li][li] school; although most dread the thought of school, Adora embraces it and looks forward to returning to the role of a slytherin student.
[/li][li] marriage; Adora has never had the time for relationships, but like every little girl, she had her fair share of fantasy weddings.
[/li][li] family; family means everything. no matter what, chantelle would never forget about family, they come first in her eyes.
[/li][li] babies; ever since the birth of her cousin, Dora has been in love with the little infant but trust her when she says, she's not going to be having her own anytime soon.
[/li][li] partys; like most girls her age, she's a bit of a party hard girl. believe it or not, she's usually the one hosting the parties in the ROR after a victory match or at the end of term.
[/li][li] firewhiskey; despite not being the legal age, addie has always required a particular taste for the alcoholic beverage.
[/li][li] qudditch; it has been in her blood and if there was one thing she inherited from her father, it was his love for the game.
LOATHES: [/li][li]rainy days; the rain which is most common in britain always dampens her day, but when the sun comes around it brightens her mood which makes her appreciate more.
[/li][li]losing matches; nothing is worse than giving your housemates false hope only for them to be shot down and losing a game.
[/li][li]interruptions; everyone has the same dislike, trying to concentrate is hard, but to finally get to that point and then an interruption is just a bummer.
[/li][li]breaking promises; in her view, promises weren't meant to be broken but when they are, she feels deeply and really beats herself up over it, therefore she limits herself to making them.
[/li][li]overload; with work, friends, and family, being overloaded can cause Adora to have a major meltdown which is never good, especially not for her health.
[/li][li]sleep deprived; it sucks just as bad as not getting any sleep, and it constantly leaves her in a pissy mood.
[/li][li]chocolate frogs; the milk chocolate has never appealed to her, especially when it takes form of a frog.
[/li][li]gryffindors; she wouldn't be a true slytherin if she didn't have some hate towards the house of lions.
[/li][li]liars; if there is one thing that addie can't stand, it is being lied to and the consequences are hell if she finds out.
[/li][li]ballet; her mother had pressured her into taking ballet lessons when she was younger which generally makes her light on her feet, but nevertheless she hates the class.
BOGGART: vampires. Adora has always been the curious type, loving the adventure. she was only nine when she had wandered freely through the acres of land her father owned, only to come by a strange fellow. one who’s skin felt like marble, who’s blood shot eyes beamed at her as he licked his lips hungrily. It was only when he inched closer to her, her father appeared, forcing the vampire out of his land. the experience had left chantelle rather shaken and confused, but yet she fears the lifeless beings still to this day.
DEMENTOR: During her ninth birthday, her home had been raided by unknown trespassers and while hiding under her dining room table, she had watched her mother be threatened and slapped around.
PATRONUS: Adora’s patronus takes form of an eagle. the fondest memory she holds was when the sorting hat was placed on her head and immediately screamed out, ‘slytherin!’ it was then she finally found her fangs and felt like she belonged.
AMORENTIA: [/li][li] Lavender.
[/li][li] Dampness.
[/li][li] Peppermint.
VERITASERUM:
[/li][li] Had a pregnancy scare over the summer.
[/li][li] Has feelings for ___ Wood but refuses to acknowledge them.
STRENGTHS: [/li][li] Defence.
[/li][li] Negotiating.
[/li][li] Persuading.
[/li][li] Manipulation.
[/li][li] Conversing.
WEAKNESSES:
[/li][li] Alcoholic Beverages.
[/li][li] Family involvements.
[/li][li] Lying.
[/li][li] ___ Wood.
[/li][li] Honesty.
PERSONALITY: Adora grew up being given whatever her heart desired. Even today, at the age of sixteen, if she doesn’t get what she wants her temper usually gets the best of her.
Dora is very cocky to the point of arrogance. to say she has an ego would be an understatement. she has no problem with showing off skills of any kind, or bragging about nearly anything. she comes across as a sort of elitist, as if she really does think she's better than everyone else. unfortunately for people who find this annoying, she seems to be one of those girls who's good at everything, even stuff she's never tried before. she has that sort of 'perfect' persona going on for her, as if there couldn't be a single thing wrong with her, and she certainly seems to think there's not.
she shows absolutely zero respect for anyone. along with this comes the fact that she is not afraid to challenge someone on something, whether it be verbally or physically. she has a knack for getting herself into troublesome situations, most of which she has an uncanny ability to get herself out of. when she needs to be, she can be quite charming and manipulative. like the fact that she seems to be good at everything, she always seems to get what she wants.
she is very good at lying, seemingly able to convince almost anyone of anything if she puts enough thought into it. she's very good at coming up with reasons and explanations on the spot, and spinning stories without a flaw to be exploited. speaking of exploiting, she has absolutely no problem with taking advantage of someone, something, or a situation. everything seems to be a means to an end with her, as long as she gets what she's after in the end. often times, because of her personality, she appears to not have much of a conscience, of which she really doesn't.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED
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BUY OUT NASA WHEN
THEIR PARENTS DIED[/color][/font]
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FATHER: Marcus Flint, Thirty-eight, Coach of a qudditch team, Former Slytherin.
SIBLINGS: _____ Flint, Eighteen, Gryffindor.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Cherí - her black owl.
WEALTH STATUS: Upper class.
BIRTHPLACE: London, England.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England.
HISTORY: Adora Rose Flint was born in spring, the sun was shining flowers were blooming and the damn birds were singing. Oh it was perfect day and this little bundle of hell was delivered to the Flint family. And in advance it wasn’t like her family didn’t try and raise her right because they tried very hard. From the beginning Addie was just a bad apple. As a child she tended to get into trouble, cursing her brother and pulling her nanny's hair. You name it she did it just to get the attention. After all she was the youngest and sometimes the oldest just got more attention. Also from the beginning Adora was well, quidditch obsessed, sound familiar. Marcus liked that about his daughter and it brought them close. Part of her father hoped that it would get rid of the attitude. That was just wishful thinking.
When she was eleven, she was sent to Hogwarts after much begging that she may be sent out to go to Beauxbatons. But no such luck. So the little woman took the express to Hogwarts pouting the whole way. At the school she was sorted into Slytherin, which wasn't much of a surprise to his family. After all her dad was a snake and her mother too, but her brother had somehow landed himself in Gryffindor and her parent's feared Addie would have the same fate. That just started the ‘better than you’ attitude. Being a Slytherin proved to be interesting and educational for Adora. This wasn’t like her family at all and she loved it. There were people just like her and she fed from it. It didn’t take long and she was leading the little herd of girls that preyed on the weak.
Now at sixteen she generally has a mind of her own and does what she pleases when she wants to do it. Actually she had been like that most of her life. She usually did things on her own time and liked to have time to mull things over in the privacy of her own self. That was something that Adora had always done. Not that she wasn’t a social butterfly because she was. Addie had lots of friends ever since she was a young child she’s always enjoyed the company of others. In school she was always quite popular. In school she was respected and well known. That was just how things went. There was a tight group of students, all from Slytherin that were always together.
The girl had always had a very nice life. She got what she wanted even if she did have to lay on the look a couple times every now and then. They were privileged children and always got the best of the best. They traveled a fair bit and Adora had lots of world experience even at the young age of sixteen. During her childhood she usually did what she was told. She hadn’t started her rebel streak yet that started when she was fifteen. Her first four years at Hogwarts she was a rather studious child and did all her homework. She never got into trouble at that age. When she turned fifteen that sort of went south. Adora started doing things that would get her into some serious trouble. Going places that she shouldn’t be going, drinking among other things. That started and didn’t stop. [/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]EVERY TIME I LOOK AT
HER I GET THESE PAINS
IN MY CHEST AND I KNOW
ITS HER FAULT, THAT BITCH![/color][/font]
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AGE: Seventeen in five days! =P
GENDER: Female.
EXPERIENCE: 2 years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Advert.
RP SAMPLE:
Andrei Rhodes’ anxious footsteps were echoing into a harsh thrashing noise in his ears. As he took step after step down the hallway of his manor, his heart would beat a beat faster and his ears would ring a little harder. The dark haired man had his arms tied together over his back and he was pacing throughout his empty home. Andrei’s half-closed eyes shot open in a instant. His silver-blue eyes became ridden with pain and he stopped pacing; his miraculous pools of pale colour shutting tight with an unruly ache.
Taking no time to try and subside his wild emotions, Andrei tore down his left sleeve. It seemed as though he himself, or another, had tried to hide his badly damaged arm- for bandages were wrapped poorly around his arm; falling from his grazed knuckles to his bony elbow. Something that he had attempted to cover up earlier that day after a rough accident on his motorbike. But now, the bandages looked as if they had been tugged off in one spot of his arm, and the remaining bandages dangled sorely.
Putting his arm to his side, he continued pacing.
Andrei had been up for hours on end; it was now three o’ clock in the morning, and he was wide awake. No matter how much his heavy eyelids drooped onto their contrast, his mind wouldn’t be able to rest for some time. Early, the night before, he’d overlooked the letter that threatened to ruin everything. Once again, his mind only focused on one thing and that one thing caused worry and anger to erupt inside the young man once again. Andrei recoiled at the sound of Charlottes verbalized fear of their fate, and it nearly brought tears to his eyes. Truly, he was petrified. But, in the back of his mind, there was this disorderly desire to ridicule, to kill the bastard who played these sick games.
He didn’t like it. It made Andrei feel sick to his stomach.
Andrei sat down at the seat in his living room; above him, hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier to enhance the oversized room’s beauty. What have I gotten myself into? The question was such a taunt, it was almost as if Andrei’s aspiration to kill was being filled by himself. His back laid gently against the chair, and his head tilted back oh-so tenderly. Andrei held one hand in the other, frowning deeply. There had to be people he could trust to sort this blackmailer out, he’d heard stories of how people hired detectives and a hit man. However, this was Hollywood and in Hollywood, you could trust no one but yourself.
He had taken note that whatever paparazzi had been lingering outside his home had eventually fled his property and Andrei had lifted the phone to call the only person he could trust - his wife, Charlotte Carter and after persuading her to come over to his place, Andrei could only await patiently for her arrival.
It was nights like this, he needed the company.
Taking no time to try and subside his wild emotions, Andrei tore down his left sleeve. It seemed as though he himself, or another, had tried to hide his badly damaged arm- for bandages were wrapped poorly around his arm; falling from his grazed knuckles to his bony elbow. Something that he had attempted to cover up earlier that day after a rough accident on his motorbike. But now, the bandages looked as if they had been tugged off in one spot of his arm, and the remaining bandages dangled sorely.
Putting his arm to his side, he continued pacing.
Andrei had been up for hours on end; it was now three o’ clock in the morning, and he was wide awake. No matter how much his heavy eyelids drooped onto their contrast, his mind wouldn’t be able to rest for some time. Early, the night before, he’d overlooked the letter that threatened to ruin everything. Once again, his mind only focused on one thing and that one thing caused worry and anger to erupt inside the young man once again. Andrei recoiled at the sound of Charlottes verbalized fear of their fate, and it nearly brought tears to his eyes. Truly, he was petrified. But, in the back of his mind, there was this disorderly desire to ridicule, to kill the bastard who played these sick games.
He didn’t like it. It made Andrei feel sick to his stomach.
Andrei sat down at the seat in his living room; above him, hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier to enhance the oversized room’s beauty. What have I gotten myself into? The question was such a taunt, it was almost as if Andrei’s aspiration to kill was being filled by himself. His back laid gently against the chair, and his head tilted back oh-so tenderly. Andrei held one hand in the other, frowning deeply. There had to be people he could trust to sort this blackmailer out, he’d heard stories of how people hired detectives and a hit man. However, this was Hollywood and in Hollywood, you could trust no one but yourself.
He had taken note that whatever paparazzi had been lingering outside his home had eventually fled his property and Andrei had lifted the phone to call the only person he could trust - his wife, Charlotte Carter and after persuading her to come over to his place, Andrei could only await patiently for her arrival.
It was nights like this, he needed the company.
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