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Post by Ismene Davies on May 6, 2009 17:52:53 GMT -5
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"Do I have to change my name?
Will it get me far?
Should I lose some weight? Am I gonna be a star?"
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•NAME: Ismene (is•MAY•nee) Arcadia Davies
•NICKNAME(S): Mene, Isme, Davies
•AGE/YEAR: Sixteen/Sixth Year
•BLOOD: Pure
•SEXUALITY: Straight
•PREFFERRED HOUSE/POSITION: Gryffindor
•PLACE OF BIRTH: Surrey, England
•PREFFERRED HOUSE/POSITION: Gryffindor
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•HAIR: Born with light brown locks and natural honey highlights, Ismene's long, curly hair is almost always down. She likes to keep it's natural, playful curl in tact, and straightens it on occassion. She rarely ever pulls it back outside of class unless she's sick, or is going to a formal event.
•EYES: Just like her father's eyes, Ismene's are a dark, warm chocolate color. Her benevolent eyes are often adorned with eyeliner and earth toned eyeshadow. Swooping lashes frame them, and are sometimes lightly coated with mascara, but that is rarely the case.
•GENERAL APPEARENCE: Most people who knew Ismene's mother will say that Ismene looks exactly like her. Most of them are pretty spot on with their comments, as Ismene does look much like Norah did twenty nine years previously. She has the long, gorgous hair, fair ivory skin, and petite frame that makes resemble her mother so. However, Ismene resembles her father as well.
When Ismene was a child, her nose was abnormally long compared to the rest of her face. Luckily, as she got older, her nose began to become more proportioned to the rest of her face. Her father also had, and, still sort of does have, a long nose. Along with this, she inherited her wide, white smile from her father as well. Her mother's mouth is smaller, but she has a big voice and a big mouth, just like her father.
•DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
•STYLE: Whenever Ismene is in class, you'll find her sporting the usual Hogwarts uniform gettup- Gray skirt, white below the kneww stockings, black shoes, white oxford shirt, gray sweatervest, scarlet and gold tie, and gryffindor robes. It's pretty much what every other girl in the bloody castle wears between the hours of eight and three, you know? Well, Ismene likes to switch things up outside of the classroom.
First off, Ismene is a big fan of pants. Now, when I say this, you're probably thinking that she wears skinny jeans on some days and ripped jeans on others. You'd be partially right, because Ismene also likes catching attention with her pinstriped boy trousers, cut off shorts or plain pants. Yes, she has plaid pants that she loves and adores. And you know what? She looks fantastic in them.
Aside from crazy jeans and pants, Ismene is a fan of t-shirts with lots of pizazz. Mainly, white shirts with lots of neon colors on them. She also doesn't mind blouses now and then, but will spice them up by wearing a shirt underneath them and leaving them unbuttoned, or adding some sort of necktie she stole from her father. She also likes to cut the sleeves off of old shirts and make them into tank tops, or wear a short minidress over some jeans. Speaking of dresses, Ismene is a fan of them- she'll wear baby doll dresses, minidresses, t shirt dresses and all sorts of skirts. Whenever she wears a mini dress she usually pares leggings with it or some sort of stockings.
Finally comes the shoes. Ismene absolutely adores heels, and loves the ones that make people wonder, "how the hell do you walk in those?" She's also a fan of trainers that she charms to look more funky, and even goes barefoot on some days.
Most people wonder where a pureblood like Ismene got a taste for muggle clothing- well, back home, one of her best friends happens to be a muggle. Even when Ismene had to go off to Hogwarts, they remained friends, her parents sending muggle paper, pens, envelopes and stamps to make it seem like Ismene was off at boarding school.
•PLAYBY: The lovely Shenae Grimes <3
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•HOMETOWN: Surrey, England
•MOTHER: Norah Estefanía Davies (née Gonzales)
•FATHER: Tybalt James Davies
•BROTHER(S): none
•SISTER(S): none
•OTHER: Related to the Dolohov's, Rosier's, and Kakaroff's
A black cat named Nyx
•HISTORY: One July twenty eighth, 1960, Tybalt Davies rushed his very pregnant wife, Norah, to St. Mungo's. Within twelve hours and various cries for a pain killing tonic, Ismene Arcadia Davies was delivered into the wizarding world, a beautiful product of one drunken yet happy night between Tybalt and Norah. The couple was pleased with their latest addition to the family, and couldn't wait to spend time with their baby girl.
Ismene grew up along the countryside in Surrey, where she spent many hours a day outside picking flowers, chasing butterflys and other insects and animals, climing trees, and playing with the goblins that didn't bite. She didn't think goblins or the ghoul nearby were anything strange, nor did she find the tales of beedle the bard out of the ordinary. Of course, she certainly didn't think magic existed, either, until one day when she was playing in her favorite Oak tree. She had been climbing up to a higher branch when her foot slipped and she began hurtling towards earth. Shutting her eyes tight, Ismene prepared for the fall she was about to experience- yet the fall never approached. Instead, when she opened her eyes, she saw herself hovering a few feet above ground. At this, a scream issued from her mouth and her mom and dad rushed outside, only to see their little girl experiencing her first sign of early magic. That night, they had "The Talk"- No, not that talk! The one about Hogwarts and such, and how Ismene would have to learn to control herself when she was around family and such.
Speaking of family, there was one incident when Ismene set her auntie's hair on fire. Auntie Dolohov had been criticizing Ismene's mom and dad on how they were raising Ismene, and even had enough nerve to say that her best friend, a muggle, was a filthy, good for nothing mudblood. Needless to say, the claws came out (so to speak) and Ismene fought fire with fire... Literally. Her Auntie was angry, so to speak, but somewhat pleased to see that Ismene was showing signs of magic so early.
When her letter to Hogwarts did come, Ismene was exponentially excited. She gained textbooks, a wand, and a black cat she named Nyx, because her skin was as black as the night sky. The trainride to Hogwarts had brought laughter and nerves, but mostly nerves. Ismene was afraid she wouldn't get sorted into Slytherin like her older cousins Dolohov and Rosier were. All the same, she was afraid she would get sorted into Slytherin. The Sorting Hat set itself on her head and deliberated for two minutes before screaming Gryffindor. Needless to say, she wasn't making the whole family happy. However, her parents were proud of her all the same.
When Ismene was in her third year, the house quidditch team needed a seeker because their former one had graduated. Figuring she might as well give it a shot, Ismene hopped on the best school broom she could find and took off. The main contest was to see who could catch the snitch the fastest, with a full quidditch game going on. Ismene won by the skin of her teeth, beating the second best time by five seconds. Since then, she's been the house seeker, winning them many a game and even making a few mistakes now and then.
Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Ismene has gained her own fair share of friends and enemies, and has had her own adventures. What will her sixth year bring? Only time will tell.
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•LIKES:
•• Magic
•• Quidditch
•• Wizard's Chess
•• Singing
•• Dancing
•• Sunshine
•• Bright Colors
•• Citrus and Tropical Fruits
•• Boys
•• Her cat, Nyx
•DISLIKES:
•• Brussel Sprouts
•• Pureblood Elitists
•• Rude People
•• Sadists
•• Dark Magic
•• Tyrants
•• Prissy girls and boys
•• Peeves
•• Cockroaches
•• History of Magic
•GOALS:
•• Win the House Cup this year
•• Graduate with all O's on her NEWT's
•• Become an Auror
•• Hex a Slytherin (without getting caught)
•• Get control of temper
•FEARS:
•• Waking up to find her parents gone
•• Another Grindewald
•• Cockroaches and Millipedes
•• The Transfiguration NEWT
•• Fear
•SECRETS:
•• Is 1/4 of a siren (although she has no clue)
•• Sneaks out a lot after curfew
•• Does underage magic at home on a regular basis
•• Was taught by auntie Dolohov to hate all muggles and those who associate with them - obviously wasn't taught well
•• Almost died of Dragonpox as a kid
•HABITS:
•• Plays with her hair when nervous
•• Bites lower lip when lying
•• Hums when she wants something
•• Sings to fill empty space if she thinks it's too quiet
•• Snarls whenever she's supremely pissed
•PERSONALITY: In the Greek play Antigone, by Sophocles, the character Ismene is most often pegged as a coward. However, that Ismene and Ismene Davies are two completely different Ismenes, kapeesh? There is a reason Ismene was sorted into Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart. She's a very stubborn headed person who will never take no for an answer, not to mention she sticks up for others on a regular basis. Yes, this brave little chica has gone so far to tell a slytherin where he can stick his wand next time he decides to use dark magic. Obviously, a decent duel broke out shortly after that, but you get the idea... Ismene isn't afraid to stick up for her beliefs, and if she sees something she doesn't like, she won't hesitate to say something.
When Ismene isn't busy being her headstrong self, she's making someone laugh at a joke or groan in frustration of a prank. Although she does tend to prank others often, she knows when she's gone to far and where that fine line lies. None of her practical jokes are harmful and she does her best to make sure that those on the receiving end get their own share of laughs. Ismene balances out her prankster side well with her grades. You'd probably never guess it, but Ismene gets high marks, beat out only by those smarty pants ravenclaws. Either way, she's proud to say she's got brains and beauty, and, of course, faults to match. A hot temper is definitely one of her faults, and one she is learning to control.
•PATRONUS: A dove
•BOGGART: To find her parents dead
•QUIDDITCH: Yes - Seeker
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•NAME: Blythe!
•AGE: 16
•RP EXPERIENCE: six plus years
•HOW DID YOU FIND US: Firebolt
•OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
•SECRET PHRASE: EDITED
•ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:So this was what it had all come down to. Ismene Davies had spent the past two months doing nothing but studying, studying, studying, and now here she was, standing in the room of requirement that was very large today, with mahogany wood floors and walls draped in elegant fabric. There were tables in one section of the room with a long table devoted entirely to food and drink, some non alcoholic, some alcoholic, and another section was devoted entirely to the ancient art of dance. There was no source of music other than the room itself- it seemed to emit music from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, engulfing the room in it’s presence- and Ismene stood by a table, dressed in a strapless, sleek black dress with a skirt that was cut a few inches above her knees. She wasn’t sure why she had chosen the slinky black number, or why she had paired some scarlet pumps with them, but either way she looked gorgeous. Her brunette locks were full and teased into a curly half-updo, and of course her make up was as glamorous as ever. Smokey eyes and red lipstick always complemented the Gryffindor beauty.
Just one thing made Isme nervous, and one thing only- what if nobody came? What if she just stood here all night, waiting for a Muggle that wouldn’t arrive? Surely that couldn’t happen. She had sent owls to several people, one of them being Rita Skeeter, the school’s biggest loud mouth, so surely word had gotten out about the gathering to the students of Hogwarts. All were welcome, as long as they promised not to rat Mene out to any Professors, and she surely doubted that would happen. After all, she could always play the victim card.
Glancing over the room once more, Ismene sighed. What if she had scribbled the note too sloppy? No, her handwriting was always prefect, and legible, no less. People will come, she thought, glancing over to the refreshment table. There’s free alcohol, of course they’ll come. She walked quietly over to the table, grabbed a shot glass, and poured firewhiskey into it, taking the shot. Smiling as the warmth came to her, she felt slightly less worried and placed her shot glass down, walking around the room again. There was nothing to worry about, of course people would come…
As if to answer her silent prayer and confirm her thoughts, the door to the Room of Requirement creaked open, and in walked someone, who thankfully was not a Professor.
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