Rowan Lascari

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Name or preferred nickname: Doll
Age: 14
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Secret Word: Bumblebee





Name: Rowan Lascari
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Birthday: June 19
Blood status: pure
Desired House: Slytherin
Wand make-up: Phoenix feather and Ash, 9 inches
Pet: Cat named Leto

Nationality: English
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue
Skin tone: Ivory
Body: short. Not stick skinny she's in shape.
Face claim: Alexandria Daddario
Picture: meadd.com/camphalfblood/25029490

Scars: none
Piercings: her ears.
Tattoos: none but wants the Ankh tattooed on her forearm
Other: -

Personality:She loves her family but she thinks they push her too hard in school. She's generally a very nice sweet person to her friends and family but around strangers she's closed up cold.

Likes: Reading, laughing, having fun, music and singing in the shower.
Dislikes: homework, bullies, strict teachers.
Strengths: kind, can find a way out of problems, self-defense (her father taught her),
Weaknesses/Flaws/Vices: a little too proud for her own good. Judges people quickly.







Name: Willow Blackwood
Age: 36
Blood status: pure

DAD

Name: Arman Lascari
Age: 40
Blood status: pure




Name: Ash Lascari
Gender: male
Age: 21
Blood status: pure



(*Please state if dead, alive, disowned, maternal, paternal, etc.)

Uncles: Ramon Lascari (paternal)
Aunts: Siobahn Lascari (by marriage, paternal)
Cousins: Calista Lascari (paternal)
Grandfathers: Alejandro Lascari and Eldur Blackwood
Grandmothers: Santana Lascari (deceased) Hollie Blackwood

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Background: As a child Rowan's best friend was her older brother, Ash. She was a first year when he graduated from Hogwarts. She does tend to get a bit lonely after he left to go study in Italy. Her mother was an only child and her father's family lives back in Spain. So no cousins. Her father encourages her to excel in all her classes. Her mother sees a bit of herself in Rowan. A strong, feisty and proud woman.

Roleplay sample:

Rowan sighed as she entered the common room. Today's lesson in Defense Against the Dark Arts really drained her. She felt so tired.

She plopped herself down on one of the couches and layed her head against the armrest. Her eyes slowly were shutting themselves.

I'm just resting my eyes, she told herself.

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