Isabella Brown	Posted: Oct 29 2008, 08:09 PM
Advanced Member Group: Ravenclaw Prefect Posts: 71 Member No.: 39 Joined: 29-October 08	~About You: Name: Serenity Age: Over the required age. Experience: Four years and I’ve role-played in many places. Have you read the rules: I would think I’ve read the rules. About you character: ~ The Basics Name: Isabella Lynn Brown Year/age: 7th year House: Ravenclaw Hair: Dark Brown Eye: Brown Skin tone: Slightly tan. Height: 5”5 Weight: : 120 lb. Appearance overall: “I have an oval face, no wrinkles “I have a rather average appearance. Dark hair that falls to my shoulders is quite thick and a handful in the morning. I have used a spell I learned in my second year to help give it the silky look. I shampoo every day so it usually smell like vanilla and mint.” “My eyes are dark brown, I get it from my father’s side of the family. My mother has gorgeous blue eyes that I wish I got, but it wasn’t meant to be. From my mom I did get long lashes and almost doe eyes that I love. Something I don’t like about my eyes is the dark eyes only draw attention to the dark circles under my eyes I get from studying till two in the morning for an exam.” “I tend to like to study outside in the fresh air instead of dusty and damp libraries. The fresh hair is good for my lungs and gives me my nice almost tan on my good days. Though, my legs don’t tan unless I’m in my Hogwarts school uniform. I usually wear my muggle jeans that are much more comfortable and modest.” “I have a birthmark from my mother’s side of the family. A small purplish dragon shaped birthmark on my lower back. My mother says it shows that I am related to the first wizard family before they went off and married some muggleborns. I’ve researched and it seems that the purebloods aren’t so pure as they seems. In the beginning, every wizard family had a muggle ancestor. “ “I have a rather nice body if I can say so. I often use scraps of cloths against my breasts to hold them down so I can keep my own little secret. It’s very useful and so far no one has uncovered my secret, to my enormous relief. I mean, my entire reputation would be ruined and life at Hogwarts would never be the same.” other than when I smile and I’m sure I’ll get some wrinkles when I become old, wise, and white haired like my great grandmother. My lips are wide and pretty full, but they wouldn’t be the ones a man would look at without a little bit of gloss that I don’t usually wear.” ~Personality Wand: 6” cherry wood with a unicorn tail hair core. Pet(s): A brown barn owl named Morgan. Academic standards: I did very well in school. I have great wit and enough common sense to figure out what half the answer are then the rest just depends on my knowledge of the subject. Owls: Potions: A Charms: O Defence Against the Dark Arts: O Ancient Runes: O Muggle Studies: O Herbology: E History of Magic: O Care of Magical Creatures: O Arithmancy: E Transfiguration: O Hobbies: Reading Writting Fiction Doodling Solving mysteries that are or are not there Studying Writting home Likes: Vanilla ice Cream Text Books Romance Books Books in general Flowers The Outdoors Nationality Magic Her Family Hot Males Animals Dancing to music Listening to music Winter Spring Summer Fall Watching the outcome of pranks Dislikes: Being caught in a relationship and can't get out Having to keep up a spotless reputation Her little secret (To a degree) Her short toes Nail Polish Morning Snobby people Habits: Taps toes on the floor when she’s impatient Scrunches up her nose when something she doesn’t like happens Taps fingers on anything new when bored Twirl hair in finger when concentrating on a problem. Rub temple with two fingers to get rid of a headache. When her hair is up in a pony tail and she gets bored she swings her head back and worth so her hair slides over one shoulder then goes to the other. Birth Constellation: July 24, 1960. Leo the lion does seem to fit, right? Patronus A red Fox, but the red doesn't show. It's just the type of fox it is. Boggart: People to find out what her secret is and taunt her about it. Mirror of Erised: To be one of the best female romance book writers Amortentia: A musky woodsy smell with a hint of roses Fidelius Charm: Her mother Veritaserum: Her little secret What exactly her writings that are more secret contain Personality Overal: “I am a major bookworm. I’m never without a book in my hand or my little notebook that I have both words and drawling squished inside the two covers. I check out at least five books a week from the library, which is rather light from my load last year when I didn’t have to study for NEWTS as much. Well, I guess it’s natural for a Ravenclaw to be without a book in their current possession.” “I would call myself very trustworthy, having my own secret so I know what it feels like to have a secret you don’t want out. I’m quiet and only social after I get comfortable with the crowd. I don’t think I would be considered that brave since I like to stay in the shadows when trouble is brewing. To end this little part of the interview, I’m not one to show off.” “I grew up out in the country with my parents. I rode horses on a daily basis and helped my mother in her garden next to our mansion. It’s the reason for my love of the outdoors and animals. I mean, who wouldn’t end up half in love with their animals and the outdoors when it had been apart of their entire early life?” “I can be slightly random once you become my friend. I love to let loose after all my worries about school are put to rest. How else to loosen up after hours of studying that with a party or a couple of drinks of fire whiskey? Sure, I try not get drunk, the head ache in the morning is killer, but sometimes it’s just too much stress.” “I’m what the Slytherins call a blood traitor. I don’t give a damn about Voldymort. My family mostly stays in the country and away from most of the Death Eater attack range so we’re pretty safe. I’m still waiting for a message to be sent to us. My father is a half-blood though, her parents being a muggleborn witch and half-blood wizard, so I don’t know if he will really come. My mother is a pureblood though.” ~History Parents: Steven and Gwen Brown Father’s Job: He is a rancher but is now deceased. Mother’s Job: Used to be a big time reporter for the Daily Prophet before she got married. Relatives: Grandmother on my mother’s side who likes only me and my mom to come and visit. She doesn’t approve of my dad. Place of Birth: Ravenwood manor. Influences: My parents and the workers around the manor. Heritage: Half-blood History Overall: “I was born in the middle of a storm in July at eleven o’clock at night. I’m told my cries could be heard in the stables where some of the stable hands slept. The day after I was born, there was a huge celebration in my honor. I had no idea what was going on, but I loved the attention I was getting. At least that’s what I’m told. “ “I’m was one of those spoiled little girls at first, getting what ever I wanted. I was ordering people around and had no trouble at all making enemies. It was when there was a huge Death Eater attack when my father was at a convention and all of his side of the family, including him, died. I was only five at the time and it was like a large piece of my heart had been torn out and burned. I was immediately changed into the girl I am today. I became quiet and more likeable. “ “I was constantly doing things to keep my mind busy so I wouldn’t have to think about the deaths. I rode out in the morning and enjoyed the feeling of the air pulling against my hair, skin, and clothes as I went full speed toward the hills. I helped the workers anywhere I saw they needed it. I had over half of my father’s library books read by the time I got my Hogwarts’ letter. “ “I was nervous on the train, and had stayed in a dark and lonely compartment that had perhaps one other occupant inside. I can’t remember now, I was busy thinking about what my mother would be doing right now. Or how my parents had been in their first year. I remember the feeling a tear rolling down my cheek after an hour on the train.” “This memory of my first day in Hogwarts would always be imprinted in my mind. I had stared over all the pairs of eyes watching my fellow first years and me. They pulled a chair out and laid an old fashion wizard’s hat onto of it. I had nearly jumped when it began to sing. It must have been charmed to have it’s own mind, because I had looked up before it was placed on my head. I hadn’t seen anything, but the hat had been placed on my face and the entire Great Hall had erupted in laughter. My face was beat red by the time the sorting hat shouted, ‘RAVENCLAW!’” “I loved being in my Ravenclaw settings. I had conversed with several older students upon different subjects and learned so much. I did my best at each task appointed upon me. I didn’t spend my days in a library though. It’s smell nearly suffocated me. Instead I would take my books out and read outside anywhere I could find that would provide serenity.” “My second, third, and fourth year moved on without much excitement. I did my work; I excelled in most of my classes, and gained some friends. Nothing too important happened until the next year of my school year.” “My fifth year was one of excitement. I heard about Lily Evans and Severus Snape’s little encounter as well as creating my own little secret. I hadn’t wished to live off my parent’s money my entire life, so I created my own way of making money. No one knows it’s really me, because of a black mask, I wear but keep carefully hided, but then I use ways to disguise myself all the time. A quick glamour spell before never hurt anyone…” “My sixth year was very profitable for me. I was able to wear the proper supplies for some experiments I was doing in my dorm or a secluded part of the Hogwart’s grounds. The two sides of me have a reputation to uphold and I’m not going disappoint anyone till I’m out of Hogwarts and my other side can be put to rest.” ~The odds and ends Anything else: I'm never without her family pendant around her neck or on her in some way. Roleplay Example: A groan could be heard in the darkness of the girl's dormitory. If you were a certain red-headed Gryffindor you would hear a loud beeping right next to your hear. To Miss Lily Evans it felt like her eardrums were about to burst with the sound a small pale hand almost smacked the alarm off the red and gold covers of her nice and warm mattress. Pushing her petite body off the mattress using her mattress Lily looked at the clock. 5:00 am. It took her a minute to wake up before she finally got out of her warm bed. The instant her body made contact with the cold air around her goosebumps spread over her skin. Heavy eyelids drooped over the hazed emerald eyes. Her thick dark red hair was behind her in a long and messy braid. A fragile hand went to the teenager's temple as she rubbed her pulse points to try and get rid of the ache in her now throbbing head. Her size six feet hit the floor and a shiver went up and down Lily's spine. Sighing, the girl stood up and bet down to get her trunk and so she could change out of her green silk nightgown that she had worn to bed. Even the zipper on her suitcase was cold. "Why does everything have to be so bloody cold?" It was clear that Gryffindor's Princess certainly wasn't a morning person. Lily opened the suitcase and took out a green long sleeved silk shirt that she had gotten from a muggle friend on her birthday, a pair of blue jeans, some heeled black boots, and then a Gryffindor jacket that she had gotten from James at Christmas. She brought all her clothing into the bathroom of her Head Girl Suit, one of the advantages of being Head Girl was you get your own bathroom, and you only have to share the downstairs with the Head Boy, who also happened to have a suit or so she was told. At first when Lily had heard that a certain raven-haired boy was to be Head Boy, she thought that she would never make it past the first month, but she had grown used to his company and James had grown up during the summer as well. Though he still didn't leave Severus alone. All they had to do was get to know him and they would know that Severus was a nice, smart, funny, and in his own way, a bit handsome. You just have to get past his shyness and lack of trust. Lily put her clothes on the small table in the bathroom and turned on the shower to a warm temperature before undressing and stepping into the warm haven. After a half hour of washing and cleaning her body, Lily turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry herself off. After Lily finished drying herself off, she slowly began to dress. When she opened the door to step outside James was there, leaning against the wall looking directly at her smirking in his usual manner. "Now, where would you be going at five thirty in the morning, Miss Evans?" He looked her down. "You looked even better that I had thought in that jacket I gave you. You should wear it more often." "Where I am going, Potter, is none of your business." Lily said starting for the door, her heels making a soft thud against the hard wood floor. James shrugged off the wall and put a hand on his shoulder. "You've been avoiding me, why?" Lily turned her head to the side so she could look him in the face. His face was now lost of his smirk and there was worry his lovely hazel eyes. She could get lost in each color of his eye. 'Wait. back to reality Lily,' her mind told her. "Whose to say I've been avoiding you Potter, maybe I realize I forgot to do something important and I have to go do it straight away?" James raised an eyebrow and replied, "Every time you see me? You don't even look my way in class when I try talking to you." "Look, I have had things on my mind. Important things. And now I have somewhere to be, so if you would kindly let me go on. Go back to bed; you have some really dark rings around your eyes." Lily pushed his rather large hand off her shoulder and didn't realize the comfort that she had gained with it on her till it was gone. Sighing Lily walked the rest of the way to the door and opened it. She didn't look back, because no matter how much she tried to hide the fact she was sad at not telling him what was truly happening, but she was going to make it up to him. His surprise party was going to be perfect. Lily swallowed. She had actually grown to care for James. How and when it started, she couldn't remember. James wasn't the same little lovesick boy from first year. He was a grown man now. Lily shook her head to clear it. No, he was not for her. He was going to grow up and marry some pure blood princess, not a know-it-all muggleborn like her. He simply had a crush on her, a crush on someone who he knew he could never have. His parents would never accept her; they would be like other pure blood parents and call her 'the name'. Lily opened the Knight portrait and ran down the white marble stairs. If she really wanted the party to be perfect she would have to get it ready by ten, which meant streamer, balloons, cups, plate, plastic things, knife, and forks, along with magical things she was planning on doing. She quietly opened the door leading outside and stepped out, leading the door slowly slide back. Thankfully the door hadn't been locked. She ran out to the Womping Willow, and as Sirius had told her, she sent Expelliarmus to the root and the Womping Willow froze. She quickly ran into the dark, damp, tunnel that James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter would go through once a month. As she traveled the tunnel only got darker till she could see nothing at all. Lily pulled out her wand and whispered, "Lumos." Her wand instantly lit, filling the part of the tunnel with light. With a smile Lily continued her journey. Through the tunnel till she saw a small speck of light coming up ahead. "Thank God, I thought I was lost in here." Her voice filled the silence she had been listening too for the past half hour underground. As she reached the surface she smiled and took a deep breathe of fresh air. She looked at the Shrieking Shack. With the light of the rising sun it just looked eerie. She put her arms around herself, even though she wasn't cold. She walked into a completely torn up room. On the walls there were scratches. Blood strained the carpet. Some of that might be James' blood. The thought sent a chill down her spine. She then saw a staircase leading upstairs. She walked up and saw a clean white room. The decorations Sirius had brought here were in boxed next to a window that she could watch he sun rise in. The colors of the sky were magical. A genuine smile not only made her lips move, but her emerald eyes shone with delight. Lily used her wand to start decorating, May (name optional) arrived about an hour and a half later. "Lily, how long have you been here?" Lily turned around in alarm. "I've been here since six. Why?" May laughed. " The place looks great. How much stuff did Sirius bring up here, anyway?" "There are still some things to be unloaded and put in their rightful places." "Ok, where do I get started?" "Right now I'm charming the balloons to show fun memories that he's had. Sirius gave them to me to use. You can finishing making the table over there." May nodded and went over to do her job. After another hour they were finished. Lily sat down on a chair as the streamers by the window fell. Both May and Lily groaned in unison. They used their wand to lift up the streamers and right before they went could bind them to the wall, both girls fell to the ground in the most immense pain they had ever felt. Chuckling could be heard, but it seemed distant to Lily. "The filthy mudblood is on the ground where she deserves, along with the blood traitor." Lily tried to open her eyes, but with the curse still on them it was taking all her energy not to scream out in pain. Before unconsciousness took both girls the curse was lifted. Both bodies still shook with the after affect the curse had on them. Around them tearing could be heard. No not the decorations! Lily tried to get up to stop them only to get kicked I the ribs. "Stay down Mudblood." That Name! She hated it. She hated its just proof that she could never do any real difference in the world thanks to her blood. Tears went down Lily face as she finally opened her eyes. About five men in black capes and white masks were walking around. Why would Death Eaters be here? It was just a party? "Just a party? I think not mudblood. The Dark Lord knows about the group you were starting to form against him. This is just a celebration to that cause. Your lucky that we were given strict orders not to kill you." Lily aimed her wand at the Death Eater that had spoken and said, "Sectumsempra," the spell that she had seen Severus write down in his book last year. The Death Eater screamed as blood gushed out of him. His hands were bloodied and she could see quarts of blood spilling out from various parts of his body. It was ghastly. After a minute of the other Death Eaters healing him the Death Eater stood up and faced Lily. "Evans. You will be paying for that." He raised his wand and cursed her again with the Cruciatus Curse. This time is was too much for Lily and she screamed till her voice went hoarse. She writhed around and the pain tore her inside apart. Little needles stabbed her skin. Her head pounded. Finally the curse was lifted once more and both of them were beaten and told it was a sign of anyone who dared cross The Dark Lord. They're only hope of survival was if someone arrived quickly. –This is part of a fan fiction I might right. It used to be a intro but I changed it and I’m working on getting my story up. There is a chapter before this --------------------

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