Post by kaylagirl8 on Jun 23, 2007 16:21:23 GMT -5
Name: Melody Michelson
Age: 15
How long have you been rping: Three weeks.
Number: 761
Name: Lavendar Nataleigh Drown
Age: 17
Blood: Pure
Birth Place: London, England, UK
Gender: Female
Year: Seventh
Desired house: Gryffindor/Slytherin
Personality: (At least Paragraph) Lavendar is one of the most unique peopl you will meet. She is able to make friends, and once you are friends with her, you are firends for life. She also loves to make fun of poepl because it makes her feel better. She loves to help people, but if they say she does somethiong wrong, she will argue with them and win. She loves to argue: don't even try to win, she wins every time. She has a lying problem, and basically everything she says will either be a whitelie, or not the best truth.
Strength(s): Charming boys, Charms, Creativity.
Weaknesses: (Please have three or more) Homework, Chocolate, Potions
Strong subject: Charms
Weak subject: Potions
Label at school: Uniqua
Hair: Dapper Brown, Natural Blonde Highlights. (It is extremely shiny.)
Eyes: Chocolate brown, warm, and forgiving.
General: She is known for her cunning beauty.
Dressing style: Ridiculously expensive clothing. Natural, yet sexy make-up.
Anything else: She loves music. She has a charm-immune iPod, which is not seen without. It has about 2,000 songs on it.
Family History: (two paragraphs)
Rich Drown I was the Minister of Magic for a period of Fifty years. He was one of the most famous Ministers in the Wizrding History. He was known as the son of two poor, unsuccessful peons. He married the beautiful Lorretta Granby, who was a Muggle Model and Journalist for ever-popular, Witch Weekly. The couple soon had Rich Drown II and Brandilla 'Brandi' Drown. Brandilla was murdered when she was 15 by Lord Voldemort. Rich was taken hostage, but found a year later, memory erased and in a cave. He was restored and became Assistant-Minister. He married Richelle Darrow and had Rich Drown III.
Rich Drown was a quiet, nice Ravenclaw boy. He bacame soul-mates with Melany Drown. Melany Drown died of Werewolf attack, but not late enough to have their daughter, Lavendar Nataleigh Drown; who was fourteen at the time. Lavendar was then transferred from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts and sorted into ___________. She was raised my her single father in their mansion in London.
Character History: (One paragraph) Lavendar Drown was born on October 15, 1989. She is seventeen now, and a faithful student at Hogwarts. She is now in her seventh year, and loves music. She has many friends, and had numerous boyfriends. She loves animals and is completely gorgeous.
Parents: Rich Drown III and the late Melany Drown.
Siblings: None.
Wand: 13", cherry, unicorn hair.
Pet(s): An owl, Stardust; a kitten, Bean; and a pheonix, Moonshine.
Dislikes: (At least Five) Werewolves, Fake things, Liars, Centaurs, and Sour Candies.
Likes: (At least Five) MUSIC, Shopping, Designers, Candy, Choclate.
Lavendar opened her eyes to her room. She looed around and sat up in bed. She whippe d the covers off, and looked over her red-x'ed calendar. She had been counting off the days back to Hogwarts, and had everyday crossed off. "YES!" She cried outloud, not realizing it. Inez burst through the door. "Are you OK?" She cried, her hand cltuching her heart. "Oh, sorry, did I say that outloud?" Lavendar bit her lip to prevent the laughter. "Yes, I think you did." Inez said, her spphisticated expression returning. She cupped her tight chignon and straightened her uniform. "I'll see you at breakfast." Lavendar nodded at her maid. Her father didn't believe in house-elves, so they had a full human-staff. Well, wizard-staff.
Lavendar crossed off the heavily circuled day on her calendar, capped her marker, and walked into her walk-in closet. Her closet was actually the spare bedroom next to hers, but her father had joined the two rooms with a door, and all of her thousands of outfits were moved from her tiny closet to the new one.
She settled for a beige knit sweater by J. Crew. It was off the shoulder, and held up by two thin straps. She put on and extra-tight pair of True Religion jean and cork-heel wedges. She styled her hair into it's normal perfect, flattering waves. She grabbed her beige clutch off her nightstand. She spritzed her trademark Chanel No. 5 on her wrists and headed downstairs to breakfast. Inez had layed out a humongous smorgozbourg on the table with the help of her three assistants, Isabelle, Isaac, and Ian. Her father entered from the other side of the room. "Morning, Daddy." Lavendar chirped. She sat down and dug in.
She knew she was going to have a good year.