Post by Venice Willows on Nov 4, 2012 17:40:37 GMT
VENICE ASPEN WILLOWS
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"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me."
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me."
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name: Venice Aspen Willows
nickname: Ven, Vennie.
birthday: Septemer 18th
house: Hufflepuff
year: Seventh year
age: 17
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"You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all."
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all."
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description: Venice's hair is mid length. It's naturally a dirty blond, but she likes to dye it a lot. Sometimes, it'll be a lighter blond. Others, it'll be red. And, sometimes, you'll find it a crazy hodge-podge of both. She normally wears it loose, but she'll put it up if she can be bothered to make the effort. She has really green eyes, quite alert and round. She likes to experiment with makeup on them. She'll never go too crazy with it, but sometimes she just finds it fun to mess around with it. She has a heart-shaped face, slightly round. She's quite a slim girl, not very tall. She's roughly 5' 2". When it comes to clothes, Venice just dresses down. She's not really all that fussed about what she wears, although she really does care what other people wear. Normally, she'll just wear skinny jeans and a band T-shirt, though she'll try harder if she's really forced.
play-by: Hayley Williams
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"There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be."
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be."
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personality: Venice is a tiny bit...unpredictable. She can have a fiery temper sometimes, and can be pretty harsh when she wants to be. She's a handful when she''s like this, let's put it that way. She likes to see how far she can push before she gets into trouble, or gets yelled at, or bleh. She doesn't really care. She just likes to see how long it takes. Though her patience levels are low, so if she's bored, she'll eventually give up. It doesn't take long for her to get bored when she's like this. But this part of her personality shows less than the other part. This is almost like a split personality, a different person if you will.
When she's not being like that, however, it's possible that Venice is the sweetest girl you could ever meet. She's still quite a feisty girl, but she's much more tolerant, more paitient, and won't push anyone into doing anything they don't want to. She's quite intuitive, from years practice as a child. She's able to tell when a person isn't feeling right, and will try to make them feel better, if she can. She can be counted on to be there through hard times, through good times - through all times.
likes:
- Music
- Chocolate
- Guitar
- Singing
- Coffee
- Having Fun
- Weapons (especially daggers)
- Paintballing
- Making Friends
- Her Family
- Magic
- Art
dislikes:
- Boredom
- School
- Paying Attention
- Most green vegetables
- Snow
- Winter
- Being told what to do
- People who think that they're it
- Being alone
- Silence
- Libraries
- Graveyards
strengths:
- Singing - Venice has a powerful singing voice with a high vocal range.
- Dealing with people - She's normally very sociable.
- Having a good time - She knows how to have fun.
- Weaponry - She's handy with a dagger, although she's never had to go as far as to use one.
- Being a good friend - She's a very good listener when she's calm enough.
- Loyalty - She'll stick around through good times and bad.
- Knowing how people are feeling - She's very intuitive, and can pick up on negative emotions through body language.
- Making people feel better
- Conversation - She's very chatty.
weaknesses:
- Schoolwork - Despite being quite a bright girl, Venice doesn't like school, and therefore doesn't try hard.
- Chocolate - You give her chocolate, and she's putty in your hands
- Loneliness - She hates being alone.
- Generosity - when she's calm and stuff, she'd give her whole fortune to someone on the side of a road if she could.
- Faith - She trusts people too quickly and too easily.
- Love - She's a sucker for a good romance story.
- Coffee - Caffeine. She'll go mental. Give her some. I dare you.
- Sport - She sucks at this. Doesn't mind it, just isn't very good at it.
- Honesty - She's a really, really, really bad liar.
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"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart"
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart"
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boggart: Death
dementor: Finding out that her father was murdered.
patronus: The birth of her baby brother.
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"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil."
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil."
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erised: To find love and be happy.
amortentia:
- Chocolate
- Coffee
- Freshly baked bread
- Roses
- Guitar (you know that certain smell that guitars have? Yeah. That one.)
- Tea
- Leather
wand: 8 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Mahogany, Protective Charms
blood status: muggleborn
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"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind."
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind."
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father: Patrick John Willows, 30 (deceased) , Music Store Owner, Muggle
mother: Elizabeth Marie Willows (neé Greene), 40, Primary School Teacher, Muggle
siblings: James Patrick Willows, 12, Secondary School Student, Muggle
pets: Venice has a pet black cat called Strings. She has had him since she was 10.
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"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends."
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends."
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history: Venice was born to two Muggles, Patrick and Elizabeth Willows. It was a quaint little family, where everything seemed perfect and normal. A young couple, with a beautiful baby daughter, moving into a quiet house in their own remote little countryside. Well, it wasn't really theirs. It just seemed that way, with the way it was so cut off from everywhere else. Venice liked to make believe that it really was theirs. And it was that way until she was three and a half, when they moved to a slightly busier area so that Venice's parents could get work.
Patrick did the one thing he really wanted to do, and opened up a music store in a nearby town. Venice still remembers it to this day; it was amazing. There were musical instruments dotted everywhere. Not to mention sheet music books, guitar straps and strings, guitar picks - there was a lot of stuff. Patrick showed Venice all the different instruments he sold; what they were called, how to play them, and the like. And so, from a very young age, Venice decided that music was her favourite thing to do in the world.
Shortly after Venice turned five, her mother and father sat her down and told her that she would soon have a younger sibling. Now, at first, Venice felt a little bit pushed out by this. She'd always been their baby. Surely they didn't need another one. Surely she would always be their baby. But, as time passed, Venice grew used to the idea, and was excited for her little brother's arrival. She was going to be a big sister. What child wouldn't eventually find that exciting?
However, about six months after this, things took a turn for the worse. Elizabeth received a phone call one night. Venice is still unsure of what happened to this very day; she just remembers the look of pure and unbridled sympathy on the doctor's face. (What really happened was that her father had been shot in an unprovoked attack on his way home from work.)That look told her one thing, and one thing only. The father she loved so dearly, the father that had taught her almost everything she knew, was gone. And he was never coming back.
Venice struggled with many different emotions. At first, shock. Denial. It wasn't real. Her father would walk through the door at any moment, with his sing-song voice and cheeky grin. Then, anger. How dare he go and leave her like that; leave them like that? Her little brother hadn't even met him! And...and he never would. After that realization hit...then came the grief. The grief that her mother had been suppressing. Venice knew she was feeling it, though. Just the tired, defeated look in Elizabeth's eyes told her that much. So she let out the grief for the both of them.
Six months after this, the light at the end of the tunnel became brighter and brighter. Elizabeth went into labor, and gave birth to a baby boy, whom Venice was given the honor of naming. She named him James Patrick, Patrick being after her father, of course. She wanted to make sure that James would never forget about his father (despite not having met him) and was determined to tell him as much about their father as she could. She would teach him all that Patrick had taught her as she grew up, would love him just as much as Patrick would have. Everything was done with Venice and James' dearly departed father in mind.
Life went on in an almost normal fashion for about five or six years. Venice and James were practically inseparable; you would never find Venice without her wide eyed, timid little brother trailing behind her. Venice liked it this way. She could keep an eye on her little brother, and James could have Venice's protection. It was an arrangement that suited them both. After what had happened to their father, Venice was really protective over James. And for good reason, she thought. Never knew what could happen.
At the age of eleven, however, Venice's life turned upside-down. Her mother answered the door, to be handed an...acceptance letter? Venice didn't understand. She hadn't applied for any schools, had she? Or...or had her mother signed her up? No...she wouldn't have without consulting her first. So who was this man that had delivered the letter, and what had Venice been accepted into? Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's what. Venice now really thought she had lost it, upon reading the letter, and hearing the man explain the wizard world to her and her mother. Venice was what was called a muggle-born witch.
She really didn't believe it, at first. But she eventually realised that, hey, this was real. And happening to her. She'd have to go to...magic school. That was the bit she found hard. Actually going. James couldn't go with her. He was too young. THat was what she found so difficult about being accepted to Hogwarts; the fact that she'd be leaving her little brother. He'd only really had her. Well ,okay, he had their mother. But she was really the only one besides Elizabeth that he really had. And...she was...going.
But she realised that this was something she had to do. So, she said goodbye to James, Elizabeth, and life as she knew it, and headed over to Hogwarts. There she has stayed for six years, learning the ways of magic and how to use it, and, however much she hates to admit it, she has loved it. She does miss her family. Tons. But still, she has magic. Magic was the best thing that ever happened to her, really. (Except James' birth, but shh. Magic's more important for now, 'kay? 'Kay.)
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"So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
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alias: Chloe
age: 16
experience: 4 months
role-play sample:
Natesa just grinned at the boy. Yeah, he was just adorable, wasn't he? A bit like...like a puppy. He just seemed like that kind of type. Eager to please and stuff. Which she thought was really, really cute. And he did actually have that kind of look about him, too. He was, put simply, quite...pretty. Natesa internally snorted at how feminine and cheesy that sounded, but hey. He was pretty. It was a cute kind of pretty, as well.
She nodded and smiled at the boy's thanks. He seemed really...preoccupied by something. What that something was, Natesa wasn't sure. She didn't really know if she wanted to know what was up with him. It was just...damn, by the way he'd jumped and reacted the way he had when Natesa had first approached, it was so very obvious that he'd been thinking about something And, judging by the reaction again, It was obvious that maybe his thoughts hadn't been all that pleasant.
She furrowed her brow slightly. She really didn't like it when that happened. She hated negativity and bad emotions; even when they weren't exactly definite or obvious. It was just sad. She liked happiness. Happiness was just amazing because, well, it was happiness. When a person was happy, it normally rubbed off on other people. That was what Natesa was like. She really liked making others happy with her happiness. Or, at least, she tried to make others happy. Never knew if she really did, but it seemed to work. What was the harm in bringing a ray of sunshine to the otherwise dull, grey world?
She laughed lightly. "Oh, yeah, grabbing the first thing you see is foolproof!" she chuckled. "Unless it's a marshmallow or somethin'. Then it sucks." Well, Natesa had already managed to bring marshmallows into the conversation, and it hadn't yet been five minutes. New record? Most probably. She was doing an internal happy dance of victory when a new idea hit her.
This boy...no one seemed to be with him. He was just sat by himself...thinking. And, well, it just looked so boring. He also appeared to be really stressed out about something. Without realising she was doing it, she fingered the paintball gun in it's holster on her hip. Paintballing was an amazing stress release. And it was so much fun. And then he wouldn't be all on his lonesome! This was an amazing idea!
She smiled widely, and stuck her hand out to him, in order to both help him up and shake his hand. Well. "Shake his hand" was a loose term. It really meant pretending-to-shake-his-hand-and-pulling-him-into-a-hug-before-he-could-protest, but whatever. Details, details.
"Look, you seem real stressed out about something." she said. "You don't have to talk if you don't wanna, just...wanna come with me?" She patted the holster again, grinning at him. "Paintballing's fun. And it's really good for stress too." She nodded eagerly. It was up to him whether he wanted to or not. But one thing was for sure; she kind of wanted to chat with him a little longer. She'd delay paintballing if she had to. Maybe talking would be better.
She nodded and smiled at the boy's thanks. He seemed really...preoccupied by something. What that something was, Natesa wasn't sure. She didn't really know if she wanted to know what was up with him. It was just...damn, by the way he'd jumped and reacted the way he had when Natesa had first approached, it was so very obvious that he'd been thinking about something And, judging by the reaction again, It was obvious that maybe his thoughts hadn't been all that pleasant.
She furrowed her brow slightly. She really didn't like it when that happened. She hated negativity and bad emotions; even when they weren't exactly definite or obvious. It was just sad. She liked happiness. Happiness was just amazing because, well, it was happiness. When a person was happy, it normally rubbed off on other people. That was what Natesa was like. She really liked making others happy with her happiness. Or, at least, she tried to make others happy. Never knew if she really did, but it seemed to work. What was the harm in bringing a ray of sunshine to the otherwise dull, grey world?
She laughed lightly. "Oh, yeah, grabbing the first thing you see is foolproof!" she chuckled. "Unless it's a marshmallow or somethin'. Then it sucks." Well, Natesa had already managed to bring marshmallows into the conversation, and it hadn't yet been five minutes. New record? Most probably. She was doing an internal happy dance of victory when a new idea hit her.
This boy...no one seemed to be with him. He was just sat by himself...thinking. And, well, it just looked so boring. He also appeared to be really stressed out about something. Without realising she was doing it, she fingered the paintball gun in it's holster on her hip. Paintballing was an amazing stress release. And it was so much fun. And then he wouldn't be all on his lonesome! This was an amazing idea!
She smiled widely, and stuck her hand out to him, in order to both help him up and shake his hand. Well. "Shake his hand" was a loose term. It really meant pretending-to-shake-his-hand-and-pulling-him-into-a-hug-before-he-could-protest, but whatever. Details, details.
"Look, you seem real stressed out about something." she said. "You don't have to talk if you don't wanna, just...wanna come with me?" She patted the holster again, grinning at him. "Paintballing's fun. And it's really good for stress too." She nodded eagerly. It was up to him whether he wanted to or not. But one thing was for sure; she kind of wanted to chat with him a little longer. She'd delay paintballing if she had to. Maybe talking would be better.
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This application was made by Rissy specifically for Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon and should not be used anywhere but there without permission. The lyrics are from the Sorting Hat's song in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, so I take no credit for using them since they came from J.K. Rowling's imagination.
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