Post by Amelia Lee Mandock on Jan 23, 2011 22:29:00 GMT -5
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Hold me, like you held on to life, when all fears came alive and entombed me. Love me, like you love the sun, scorching the blood in my vampire heart.
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRYING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Amelia Lee Mandock
Nickname: Mia
Age/Birthday: Janurary 9th.
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pure, but tainted with vampire blood
Affiliation: Muggle lover.
Year/House: 6th, Gryffindor
Wand: 10", willow, unicorn hair.
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Green
Height: 62"
Weight: 102
Distinguishing Features(if any):[/b] The scars are only skin deep.
Play-by: Emily Browning
Overall appearance: She stands at about 5'2, with long wavy brown hair and deep green eyes. A nice curvy hour glass figure. Her skin is pale, and looks almost like porcelain. High cheek bones. Full, pouting pink lips. [/size]
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: To be human and with her family again.
Patronus: The first time her parents took her out to the stables, to introduce her to her horse. A clydesdale is her patronus.
Boggart: Blood lust, other vampires, and werewolves.
Dementor: The night she lost her family, and was turned into a vampire.
Amortentia: Recently one has been blood, For obvious reasons. Japanese Cherry Blossom, they just always smelled so sweet to her. Peppermint, she used to love candy canes.
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes: Reading, music, learning new things, watching movies, hanging out with her friends while she was still alive. Quidditch, and eating the blood lollipops.
Dislikes: Stuck up people, failing a test, having to study, sunlight, cheaters. Not very fond of werewolves either. Her biggest dislike has to be the fact that she drinks blood.
Strengths: The compassion that she has for others. She tries to be a giving as possible. Her will, she always tries to fight herself to keep from hurting others, and fights for what she believes in. Her sense of adventure, she loves to explore new places. Knowledge, she is always willing to learn something new. After all she does have a long life ahead of her. Determination, always willing to go the distance to help out her friends even if it meant giving her own life.
Weaknesses Her temper. Her self confidence. Blood is not just a strength but also a weakness because she can't get enough of it. Recklessness at times especially where there is blood involved. Jealousy.
Overall Personality: Shiloh is just a little girl in a few ways, still has a lot to learn about the outside world. It is her curiousity that keeps her going, and her love of learning new things, but you know what they say, curiousity killed the cat. She can come off as shy and quiet until she gets the chance to know you, very reserved when she first meets someone. Cautious, because she does not want others finding out what she is. Most would even say humane, never seeing human's as merely food, treating them as equals.
She can be a little hot tempered at times, especially when you say anything bad about her friends and family. If you double cross her you might as well have a demon on your hands. Technically in a way that part is true. She loves to travel and see the world, even though now she can only see the world at night. But despite the fact of blood lust and being hot tempered, she can also be known as a fierce friend. Looking out for others and trying to help others out when she can.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: David (father), Anna (mother,), Mark (brother), Haley (sister) All of whom which are deceased.
Pets: None.
Residence: With Henry, somewhere inside of London.
History: Amelia was going to another wizarding school in America. Her and her family moved to London a few years ago and they lived out on a small farm just outside the city, looking after a few animals. Though with the use of magic it was easier to take care of them. Amelia loved going horseback riding when ever she could. Amelia loved her parents more than anything, they gave her everything they could. It was not much but at least they gave her the best they could to make sure that their daughter was happy. Not a day goes by that Amelia does not think of her parents, wondering what would have happened if they were still around.
Amelia was probably around two years old when she first used magic. Of course both of her parents were a witch and wizard. Being a normal two year only she was starting to throw a fuss when her mother had taken away a toy from her so that she could be put to bed. Well Amelia became so upset that you thought her parents would have been committing a murder. But the little toy floated back to her safe and sound. Amelia giggled and snuggled up to the toy.
When school was about to start again she got an acceptance letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Before she had only heard about the school. Now here was her chance to see what all the talk was about. Things seemed to be going great. For a long time her family lived out on that farm, away from muggles, although sometimes they couldn't help but enjoy their presents among them. But then one night all of that was taken away.
A war zone was created in their fields. Soon the war moved from the fields and into their house. Vampire and werewolf alike stormed into the house, destroying anything and everything in their path. Amelia's family heard the fighting going on and they all tried to escape, only to fail at that. A vampire by the name of Henry stayed behind to make sure that any werewolf who started the fight were dead.
He was about to leave until he heard a scream coming from the barn. Amelia had been seperated from her family during the fight and ran to the barn, thinking that she could just ride away. But a werewolf had grabbed her, and started clawing at her small body. The werewolf was about to bite her when Henry ran into the barn. The werewolf had its head bent over the girl's small form and had its large jaws open. Henry took the only opportunity he could while the animal was distracted, and snapped its neck in half, the girl falling onto the floor.
Henry kneeled down next to her, her could still hear her heart beating but only faintly, and it was getting slower. Any minute now she could die, and no one was able to help her but him. He picked her up in his arms and looked down at her body, there was no way that she could live with the damage that had been done to her. But he couldn't let her die, but he knew what it meant for him if he turned her. He bent his head down over her neck and as gently as he could he bit into her neck, holding her a little closer when she let out a small whimper of pain.
He took all but a little blood from her. Then he cut open his own wrist with his fangs and placed the wound over her lips. At first Amelia didn't want to drink whatever it was that he was giving her, but something drew her to it. The next thing she knew was that her whole body felt like it was on fire. Henry took her home with him, knowing that he should have just let her die but she looked so much like his own daughter that he couldn't bare the thought of losing her again. When Amelia woke the next night, she was in new clothes, a new house...a new everything.
Henry had been her savior that night. She was not ready to die. Still life would never been the same for them. Amelia had taken a year off of school to try and get control of her hunger before she had to go back and resume her classes. Just too bad they can't come up with a spell that would take off the edge to the hunger.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Jen
Age: 25
Roleplay Experience: For about ten years.
How you heard about us: Saw the affiliate from Revamps
Code Phrase: That is a big if.
Roleplay Sample:
It was the perfect time for her to be out and about for a little stroll through the neighborhood. Mostly everyone was tucked safely in their bed, fast asleep. Unlike her having to hide from the sun so she sleeps during the day. But she was trying not to think about that at the moment, right now she was just glade to be able to leave the confines of Henry's house, and just be by herself for a bit without any trouble. Just no one knew how much longer that would last.
She wore a satin black cloak over her form to protect her from the cold for a bit, her hands wrapped up in the fabric holding it close to her body. Though she didn't need it, she had the hood up over her head just enough to cover only half of her face. The last thing she wanted was for someone to recognize her.
Something was drawing her close. She could smell the blood and before she knew it her instincts were taking over. Just down the end of the street, a homeless old man lay in a doorway with a thin blanket over him to keep warm. She could hear the sound of his heart, and it sounded like it was just about to stop. Amelia stopped for a moment, and took pity upon the man, watching him as he was starting to struggle to breath. She could not just leave him laying there so she did something that she never thought she would do.
Amelia moved over to the man and kneeled down onto the ground next to him. "It's okay. It will all soon be over, you don't have to suffer anymore." She hated herself for doing but, but she could not live without blood. So she bent her head down over his neck, and as gently as she could, she bit into his neck. Tears were running down her cheeks as she drank from him, she hated what she had become.
Soon enough she could no longer hear the man's heart beating and slowly withdrew from him. She covered the bite marks, and pulled the blanket over him trying to make it look like he had a heart attack or something. Then as quickly as she could she stormed down the streets, with tears rolling down her cheeks, and wrapping the cloak about her tightly.
She wore a satin black cloak over her form to protect her from the cold for a bit, her hands wrapped up in the fabric holding it close to her body. Though she didn't need it, she had the hood up over her head just enough to cover only half of her face. The last thing she wanted was for someone to recognize her.
Something was drawing her close. She could smell the blood and before she knew it her instincts were taking over. Just down the end of the street, a homeless old man lay in a doorway with a thin blanket over him to keep warm. She could hear the sound of his heart, and it sounded like it was just about to stop. Amelia stopped for a moment, and took pity upon the man, watching him as he was starting to struggle to breath. She could not just leave him laying there so she did something that she never thought she would do.
Amelia moved over to the man and kneeled down onto the ground next to him. "It's okay. It will all soon be over, you don't have to suffer anymore." She hated herself for doing but, but she could not live without blood. So she bent her head down over his neck, and as gently as she could, she bit into his neck. Tears were running down her cheeks as she drank from him, she hated what she had become.
Soon enough she could no longer hear the man's heart beating and slowly withdrew from him. She covered the bite marks, and pulled the blanket over him trying to make it look like he had a heart attack or something. Then as quickly as she could she stormed down the streets, with tears rolling down her cheeks, and wrapping the cloak about her tightly.
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