Post by natalyah on Mar 26, 2012 0:38:45 GMT -5
elizaveta n. holland
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so if by the time the bar closes
----------------and you feel like falling down
----------------and you feel like falling down
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natalya - the Russian form of the French name Natalie, which came from the Late Latin name Natalia, which means "Christmas Day", coming from the Latin phrase "natale domini". It's also the name of a saint of the Orthodox church.
holland - my Papa's surname. Thought to have originated from when his ancestors moved to England from the Netherlands, a.k.a. Holland. [/ul]
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i'll carry you home
-------tonight, we are young
-------tonight, we are young
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so let's set the world on fire
-------we can burn brighter than the sun
-------we can burn brighter than the sun
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Form is a panther.
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{sarcastic} oh, I'm very sarcastic. My humour is quite varied, but sarcasm, cynicism, irony, mockery - any of the witty arts - appeal to my sense of humour. I enjoy sarcasm. It keeps my soul nourished and keeps me alive through the day.
{competitive} I'm so competitive now. When k was younger, I liked winning but now I thrive off it. I love winning things I've challenged myself with, and also things like Quidditch games and DADA duels. I'm just fabulous all around and I love to win. I'm not a cheater
{flirty} people call me a slut sometimes, but I'm really not. I just love people, and sometimes that turns sexual. Flirting is amazing. I love it. It's banter with a sexual edge, which just makes the stakes higher. I'm one of those lightly abusive people that make others laugh and not one of those eyelid-flutterers. Ew.
{temperamental} okay, I'm a wee bit temperamental. I just have a quick temper, and I'm quite violent - I am so unafraid of punching annoying people that it's become a safety hazard to the rest of the world. I lose my temper quickly and I tend to say cutting words and then lose my patience and kick them where it hurts. And if they can't reproduce ever again, I'm doing the world a service. [/ul]
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the moon is on my side
------------------i have no reason to run
------------------i have no reason to run
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Anyway, yeah, we were in a house and it was great. Big lawn, Uncle Jaime came around loads and Mama only swore in Russian when she bled on a fabric. I learnt to fly there, from my Papa and Uncle. I was brilliant - I was best at beater, though. I've always had a good aim, so when Uncle Jaime got me to hit balls with a baseball bat while flying, it was fucking fabulous.
I went off to Hogwarts when I was eleven - didn't really know anyone, though I met a few kids on the train, including Lewis - she's fucking mental, but I like her enough. I don't dislike her, at any rate.
I got sorted - I didn't really care what house I was sorted into, as my Papa had been in Gryffindor and my uncle Jaime in Slytherin, and Mama didn't go to Hogwarts, so I had a wide range of acceptable houses. I'd grown up loving both Slytherin and Gryffindor (though always Slytherin more, because I thought Dad was more like Jaime than he cared to admit - though, six years has shown me that Gryffindors are more like Slytherins than they'd care to admit) and I made some mates. First year was pretty much just a mess of getting to know people, detentions and exploring.
Second year, my friends trialled for the Quidditch team and I wandered down to cheer them on towards ten a.m., despite trials starting at 8 or some shit like that, and I made a bet with Peeves as to who could cause most havoc. Naturally, the poltergeist won, but I did pretty epically, considering I was only twelve. Third year was a mess of flirting, boys, Hogsmeade and swearing. I started quoting muggle music more, and grew more obsessed with dragons. I had my first kiss sometime at the start of that year.
Fourth year, I blew off studying for hanging out in my dorm singing loudly. Probably why I nearly failed Potions. It's okay, though, because I honestly don't give a fuck about Potions. It's definitely not my favourite subject, even if the teacher is one sexy motherfucker. And, no, I don't think he actually shagged my Mama, because then I'd have to hate him, and I don't want to hate such a beautiful specimen. I also lost my virginity in the second half of fourth year - not actually as fun as everyone makes out. Pretty fucking brutal, actually.
Fifth year - last year - was the second time I had sex. I was drunk as hell, with a horny mate and it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Now, I have sex more often, but I'm not a slut. What else happened that year? I passed my OWLs! Fuck yes for the girl that hates school! I took up smoking weed, and I got my ears pierced a second time - the first time was when I was six. I got my tattoos during the Easter holidays of that year, and Mama had a psych. That summer, the summer that's just passed, I found out about Fiona. That was not fun.
Now it's sixth year, and I'm pretty much playing it by the ear and kicking arse every time I can. I'm more verbally abusive than ever - mainly because I'm still in a bad mood from Fiona's existence, I should really get the fuck over it but we of the Zhivago blood hold grudges - so the rest of the world can just man up and get used to being called dickheads and being called out on their shit. If people get cut too much slack, they get lazy, and they make excuses and they end up not telling their daughter that she has a fucking half-sister and everyone gets upset. So by not being nice to cunts, I'm making the world a better place. And you can quote me on that. [/ul]
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so will someone come and
------------------------carry me home tonight
------------------------carry me home tonight
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carry me home tonight
-------------just carry me home tonight
-------------just carry me home tonight