Vance, Emmeline

[Emmeline Vance]

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"Don't blame me
for what I gotta do;
I won't hate myself to be loved by you"

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•NAME:

Emmeline Lucetta Vance

Emmeline : It's supposedly of Old French or Old German origins. A spin-off of Emma, which was the name most royal names were shortened to. Apparently, though, Emmeline by itself means "work." While working is something we all need to do, I don't need to be done by everybody, thank you very much.

Lucetta : It means "light" in Old English. You know, the thing you need to see? Yeah...can't say I wish the order of my names were reversed, though, since Lucetta reminds me of old, dried-up grannies.

Vance : Just about the only part of my name I do like! It sounds pretty cool and, come on, how many people are there with last names that start with a V? It's also of Old English origin and while it means "from the marsh," that's not something I usually tell people. No one needs to know what it means, anyway: just that it sounds cool.

•NICKNAME(S):

Emma, Emmy, Em...I prefer Em, really, because I like it when peoples' nicknames sound like a single letter. Sometimes if I want to be confusing, I'll sign a letter as just "M," and then most people usually think Marlene sent it. Good thing that girl's such a good sport about it, though.

•AGE/YEAR:

Seventeen...ergo, I'm a seventh year. Finally legal to do magic out of school, but that doesn't really matter now that I'm in school, now does it?

•BLOOD:

B positive, thanks very much. Are you planning on making me go to one of those blood donation drives? Yeah, I know what you really meant. You can shove off now, thanks.

•SEXUALITY:

Haha, officially? I portray myself as straight, though I would probably say that I'm more of a bisexual. I've learned to value personalities way too much to be bogged down by something like gender.

•PREFFERRED HOUSE:

Ravenclaw

•PLACE OF BIRTH:

Canterbury, England. You will come to regret it if you ask me "Isn't that what the Canterbury Tales are about?"

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•HAIR:

Medium brown. It fluxuates between light brown in the summer and dark brown in the winter, so we'll just call it medium and make it even.

•EYES:

Green. Apparently, anyone who has green eyes is technically a mutant. Hooray for mutants?

•GENERAL APPEARENCE:

I've always been lean, which is probably why I was more or less a shoe-in for Chaser. Not that Ravenclaws are fat bookworms who don't work out, no, but not many of us really care about athletics beyond the "we do something on occasion to stay healthy," which is probably why we always do so poorly in the Quidditch cup. Anyway, yeah, you could say I do more than my average housemate to keep myself more-or-less streamlined and ready to play. I think girls look better when they're at least a little bit toned, anyway.

I have pretty fair skin, though it's unfortunately pretty sensitive to sunlight. I burn really easily, and often have to start prepping for games earlier than my teammates because I have to lather my entire body in sunscreen if I don't want to feel the consequences later.

As for my face, I guess it depends what you like to see. I could be cute, if far-too-small noses are your thing. Yeah, I don't like my nose...actually, I don't like noses in general. They're very weird, and the face would be a much prettier thing without them, I think. I suppose you could even consider me hot, too, if you get off on large foreheads. Some muggle scientists like to think that large forheads are a sign of fertility, though, and thus an inadvertant magnet for the opposite sex. Probably not the best example to use, then, huh?

And if you really want to push your luck, you could think I'm sweet, if awkward smiles make you happy inside. I'd smile more if mine weren't so damn weird, that's for sure.

•DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:

Distinguishing and favorite will be synonyms for just this one instant: my legs. They're long and thin, and just about the only thing on my body that grew the way it was supposed to. I've gotten a few compliments from my lady counterparts here at Hogwarts saying that they're jealous of how long my legs are.

As far as girls go, I'm pretty tall, which works out with being an athlete. Five foot six is on the tall side for ladies like me, though I still wish I'd grown a couple of more inches. My dad's mum was around six feet tall, I'll have you know!

•STYLE:

When I'm not at school, casual is certainly my preferred style. I've never been the girly girl and never will be--hell, I'll probably get married in the plainest of white dresses that everyone will pretend that they love. That's just me, though--my personality is enough of a problem for me to handle already, so complicated outfits aren't exactly something I need to look into.

I'm probably one of the few people in Hogwarts who doesn't mind the uniforms. Sure, they're not the most figure-flattering of items, but that's not something I actually care about anyway. I just like that I can wake up in the morning and not have to worry about putting on an outfit that would be school appropriate, really. You can save glamour for when you're invited to a snazzy party as far as I'm concerned.

Which may prompt you to say "but why are you so nicely dressed in that picture up there?!" I dress up when I have to--and I was heading off to a family friend's big eighteenth birthday bash when that photo was taken, which should explain why I look nicer than I usually do there.

•PLAYBY:

Kristen Stewart

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•HOMETOWN:

Canterbury, England

•MOTHER:

Sophia Marina Vance (née Notting)

•FATHER:

Charles "Chuck" Brandon Vance

•BROTHER:

Nathaniel Eric Vance

•SISTERS:

None

•OTHER:

No one who is alive and incredibly important.

•HISTORY:

Before I was born, dad was in and out of rehab more times than he could count or recall. He got really messed up, especially when it came to cocaine. But he met mum at one of the hospitals after he overdosed, and he swore she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He promised that, from that day henceforth, he'd shape up so he could be called her man.

He cleaned up and they got married. From what I can tell, they've been madly in love ever since, When your parents have such a perfect relationship, you really can't help but feel that you'll never compare to what they have.

January 21^st, the day the world...really didn't change much, if I'm going to keep up this honest streak that I've got going on here. But the entire collective universe of a Mister Charles Vance and a Missus Sophia Vance were irrevocably altered. I was their first, their pride and joy--and I was a witch, just like my mum. Dad never stopped telling me how happy she'd been when she found out that I was going to be able to go to Hogwarts and do all the things she'd done as a child.

I was three when my brother was born, so I don't really have any memories from my childhood from the time before Nate was in my life. He and I were always incredibly close, but even at a young age, I realized I could do things that he couldn't do. At first, I wondered if maybe one of us was adopted--but then I noticed that mum was able to do all the things I could do, but dad couldn't. Maybe it was some weird thing that only the ladies of the family would inherit?

My brother was five and I was eight when my mum finally sat us both down and explained what was really going on with my powers and why Nate didn't have any. He was a squib, and I was a witch. That conversation, though I didn't realize it at the time, would be the beginning of the end of my brother's affection for me.

After that, he never wanted to play with me. Whenever we did play, it was only because mum or dad told us to get along like we used to, but I could tell he wanted nothing more to do with me. It was difficult, being so young and having your only friend dislike you for a reason you weren't entirely sure you knew. Now, though, I do know why: he was jealous. He wanted to be able to go off to Hogwarts with me, to become a great Vance wizard, but he never would. I'd have all the glory, and he'd be stuck living the life of a muggle.

I had always been one of those kids who was extremely mature for their age. Anyone dad hired to take care of us while he was at work always commented on how proper I was and how strong-willed I would turn out to be. I took them all as compliments, really, though I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that was deeply saddened by it. I skipped being a carefree child and dove straight into being a responsible adult.

My first day at Hogwarts...well, I was one of the people who was very happy with the housing arrangement. Actually, I was very happy with most things--the people in my house, the Quidditch, the stuff we were learning. It wasn't until second year that I really started paying attention to what the Slytherins were up to, and to what was going on in the wizarding world. It was around this time I started considering that it'd be easiest for me to join the Death Eaters and not have to worry about getting myself killed. I mean, what little girl isn't afraid of dying?

It wasn't long before I came to my senses on that one, though. I've still never told anyone that I used to consider becoming a Death Eater.

Third year, I changed. I decided to be more involved in school and to stop being the quiet bookworm no one really seemed to notice: I tried out for the Quidditch team, and I got on. I wasn't the most experienced Chaser, but I made up for it with an ability to learn on the spot. We didn't win Quidditch Cup yet, but hopefully that'll change now that I'm in my second year and I co-captain. Co-captain. Ugh. I may as well be the only captain, because the person I share my title with is just a playboy pig.

So far, my Hogwarts years have gone rather unextrodinarily. I passed with flying colors in all my classes this past year, and I fully intend to get the highest marks on my N.E.W.T.s this year. But now we're getting into the present, so that's not history anymore. Shoo.

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•LIKES:

•• finding shapes in clouds -- I found a raven once, and I was rather proud of myself
•• being a witch -- Muggles have my greatest respect and all, because I honestly have no clue what I would do if I had to sweep the living room by hand
•• meat -- I admit, I'm a true blue carnivore. I will not be a happy camper if you overcook my meat.
•• tea -- specifically, black current tea with milk and two spoonfuls of sugar. Actually, I've been talking quite a bit; you should go and make me some.
•• the smell of cinnamon -- it's incredibly intoxicating and you know it!
•• when my bookshelves are arranged -- but I don't do alphabetical order, oh no: my books are arranged in order of preference, but no one else seems to have caught on
•• the hunchback of notre dame -- adding onto the last one, the book that has been number one for more years than I can recall has been the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
•• the order of the phoenix -- pretty self-explanitory: prejudice of any form is overrated, and you can't help but like anyone trying to stop it.
•• quidditch -- I haven't told anyone, especially not anyone on my team, but I used to wish I could be a professional Quidditch player when I got older
•• ramen noodles -- those Muggles knew what they were doing when they invented 'em
•• anything pumpkin flavored -- especially in the autumn, I get unstoppable cravings for pumpkin-flavored foods
•• when little kids look up at you and very honestly ask "what's sex?" -- could you stop yourself from cracking up if a seven year old did that to you? I thought not.

•DISLIKES:

•• vegetables -- I am a complete child with this one. Mum still has to tell me to finish my greens.
•• death eaters -- how can you claim that you're better than someone else when you've had it easy all your life?
•• lord voldemort -- and I'm not afraid to say the name! Why should I be? He's just an idiot who got an injection of ego too early in his life.
•• egos -- speaking of, anybody who thinks that they could take on sliced bread in a best invention contest (by the way, no one can take out sliced bread...except Chuck Norris) really needs to get their heads examined
•• parents who coddle their children -- they're all going to have to grow up eventually, so you may as well help, not hinder the process
•• womanizers and playboys -- just about every girl who has her head on right does, though.
•• sodapop (and yes, I still call it sodapop) -- I used to like it until one day my family friend told me a really good joke while I was taking a sip. It went up my nose, burned like hell and I haven't taken a sip of sodapop since.
•• when people think that just because I'm a Ravenclaw, I'm supposed to do their homework for them -- Sirius Black, if you ask me for my notes just one more time, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.
•• dressing up -- it's such a waste of time, really, even though it's sometimes necessary.
•• people thinking that I'm high maintenace just because my parents are well off -- I'm a pretty simple girl and wouldn't expect expensive jewelry out of anybody.
•• milk chocolate -- dark chocolate is so much better, it's a miracle milk chocolate still has a function in this world.

•GOALS:

•• formally join the Order of the Phoenix
•• become a professional Quidditch player err...build a better mousetrap?
•• never, ever fall in love
•• see my brother be happy with wherever he ends up in life
•• keep my family out of this Death Eater vs. Order conflict

•FEARS:

•• have a family Wizard die as a result of my involvement with the Order
•• goats -- if you read my history, you'd know why
•• making a mistake I can't apologize for
•• falling in love -- and the possible, illogical things I could do as a result of it
•• have my brother tormented for being a squib

•SECRETS:

•• when I feel like I need an extra burst of luck the next day, I'll sleep with my ace of clubs under my pillow
•• I wish my parents had waited to tell me Santa Claus wasn't real
•• I grew up with an Irish Setter for most of my childhood...but I'm terribly allergic to dogs. My parents decided to keep the dog in spite of my allergy, and I lived in constant congestion until the age of eight.
•• my dad used to be pretty heavily intro drugs -- not even my closest friends here know that
•• Before I went to Hogwarts, I used to think that becoming a better witch would mean that my skin would go green and my nose would get longer and I'd get warts everywhere.
•• I've never had the chicken pox
•• I'm a virgin...kiss and otherwise
•• I used to contemplate joining the Death Eaters. Rather seriously, too. But now that I've come to my senses, the fact that I almost became one of them just makes me hate them even more

•HABITS:

•• getting too attached to people who make me laugh
•• doing my homework in remote corners of the school so no one can come up and bother me to help them with theirs
•• buying far to many pumpkin pasties whenever I have the chance to
•• whistling when I'm walking around the school grounds
•• blowing off steam by flying around the Quidditch pitch
•• according to a select few of the Hogwarts lady population, "joining the Quidditch team only so I can get a good look at the guys." It's completely bogus.
•• using words like "bogus" and "sodapop"
•• reading the Hunchback of Notre Dame whenever I can manage it
•• listening to muggle bands because I can hardly stand the wizard ones

•PERSONALITY:

Are we really going to go into my entire personality? Jeeze, these may be school records, but you are one nosy prick.

I guess we should start with the obvious: I'm snarky as all hell. If the timing feels right, I'll throw in a sarcastic comment, no matter who you are. It usually gets a laugh out of someone, and really, who doesn't like the person who makes them laugh? Some folks will tell you that sarcasm is just a defense mechanism for people who are afraid to get too close to others. You know what I call that theory? Bullshit. No sarcasm there.

Is intelligence a personality trait? I guess so. Anyway, yeah, I'm pretty damn smart, otherwise I wouldn't be in Ravenclaw. But considering I'm smart enough for you to want me to write your Herbology essay in two hours, do you really think I'll be stupid enough to actually do it? I don't help anyone out with their work, not for any sum of money. Not unless you're one of my best friends and you're not asking me to write a paper for you.

For all my brilliance, however, I am more or less emotionally inept (just for the record, I'm only saying this because you're interviewing me for school purposes. I'd never admit to this in person). I haven't told my own parents I loved them for ten years now--that's saying something, especially in a family as affectionate as mine is. I just...have trouble getting my feelings across. And when I finally do, or finally get the guts to, it's either too late or the wrong time. I'm an entirely awkward when it comes to any sort of relationships beyond casual friendships, hence why I don't have very many close friends.

I know I called it bullshit just moments ago, but I'm terrified of having people who mean something to me. I'm especially terrified of ever falling in love, because...well, it goes like this. My parents have a wonderful marriage: she changed him for the better, and now they're living happily ever after but, see, there's the downside of maturity. I know fully well that what my parents have only comes about once in a blue moon, so I figure it must be a recessive trait--you know, the kind that skips generations. I'm simply not destined to have a great love that ultimately works out in the end; it's just not in my genes. My kids on the other hand, bless them, they'll have it all laid out in front of them.

I'm quite blunt, which I guess you could attribute to my sarcasm. If I don't like somebody, I'm not going to hide it simply for the sake of keeping up appearences. I've never changed who I was for anyone or anything, and I'm not about to start now for the sake of not being Rita's "bitch supreme" in her gossip column. I'm glad I provide her with great stories of "what did the ice queen of Ravenclaw say this time?"

You should've realized this, too, but I'm very cynical and pessimistic. I guess you could trace it back to some sort of lack of self-confidence or whatever if you want to make me seem like a damsel in distress (note the tone of voice I'm using here, please; you'll drown in my sarcasm) who needs her man on a bewildering white horse and shining armor to save her from her ways. Yeah right. I just know the truth when I see it. Since when did that become an offense punishable by a lifetime of annoying "your man will come" statements?

First off, what if I'm waiting for my woman to come, huh? Chauvinistic bums, the lot of you.

•PATRONUS:

A parrot -- colorful, charismatic, but very annoying if you let it talk for too long. That is essentially me in a nutshell.

•BOGGART:

A faceless man -- you can thank one of the books I read as a child for this one. He never had a face of his own, so he goes around killing people and stealing their faces to see if maybe their faces will fit him, but they never do. You'd be pretty freaked out too if you were reading this story and you were, what, eight?

•QUIDDITCH:

Yes -- chaser since third year. (Co-captain?)

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•NAME: Jazzy, preferably. :3
•AGE: Seventeen, turning eighteen this November~
•RP EXPERIENCE: Whoa, I don't know...four-five-six years? XD Lots of discrepancy, I know, but I really don't recall how old I was when I started.
•HOW DID YOU FIND US: Lizzzz. <3 She posted an ad for Emmeline on Caution.
•OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope, nada.
•SECRET PHRASE: EDITED
•ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

While Isaak’s lack of gratitude might have perplexed one, it made perfect sense to the other. Quite simply, if he could fix any mistake that had been made in his life, it would have been Cain finding him again.

Oh, what a tease that had been. Even after a life of blasphemy and damnation, despite all he had done, he opened his eyes to a familiar face and thought he had been spared Hell’s fiery chasms. With that beauty hovering over him, how could he have been in anywhere but Heaven?

And then reality struck, and it struck with more force than even a Crusnik could muster. They had failed. Isaak had nearly died, and so many others had perished. Even their lord had come close to meeting his fate! And yet despite all of it, the worst realization of all was that Isaak could have died that day and Cain would have simply found another second in command to replace him. He had sacrificed so much, and still he was no closer to what he actually wanted.

Was it really so terrible that he woke up every day wishing he had died? Not out of depression or the like, oh no, but more out of self-loathing. If he had died on the battlefield that day, then he could hold his head up high. He would have died for a cause he believed in, for a man he so admired--loved? Cherished? Put forth before all others? Obsessed about? Cried over? Longed for?

He didn’t know what Cain was to him anymore, didn’t know the extent of his own feelings.

Now, even the Order’s mission seemed dull to him. He had lost all desire to see it through ‘til the bitter end, mostly because he hadn’t realized the bitter end could (and would) result in his death. Sure, he still offered his riches to the Order, but none of it mattered anymore. He gave up caring about who ruled the world and substituted it with this all-consuming hate he had for himself.

After all, if he truly loved Cain, then why was he being so selfish? Why couldn’t he be the loyal servant he had once been and simply do his master’s bidding? It ate at his very being, the fact that he could claim to care for someone so desperately and be so apathetic about his love’s only passion.

Perhaps it was good, however, that Isaak was this walking bundle of contradictions. While Cain’s health wasted away, sadness seemed to become the vampire. In the days of late, Isaak’s hair became a more luscious black, his fair skin resembled fine porcelain more and more with each passing moment, those dark eyes became ever-more paralyzing, his hands molded into unmatched elegance; his overall being resembled a god much more so than Cain’s did. Though, that probably didn’t matter to his lord. Cain only saw himself and Abel, and everyone else was a means to an end. Isaak just happened to prove himself to be the most useful from the masses.

To be honest, he wasn’t all that sure why he was walking towards Cain’s bathroom. It had been four days now since the pair had last seen each other, four days of Isaak’s physical scars healing and his mental scars gaping open for the crows to pick at. They were both mad men now, but for very different reasons.

He opened the door, dressed in all black as had become his custom. It was his job to blend in, to be invisible until his lord required his assistance. Such ingrained ideas were hard to break.

“My apologies for not healing as quickly as I should have, my lord.” But he didn’t even want to look at Cain. Whatever faults the other did or didn’t see, the fact was that, to Isaak, he was still that angel from the battlefield he now knew was simply intangible. “I will begin your therapy as quickly as I can.”

[The Sorting Hat]

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