Post by clara on Jul 17, 2012 19:47:45 GMT
CLARA EVELYN DU CROIX !?
'skeletons come out to play, when my mind wanders and memories fade'
'skeletons come out to play, when my mind wanders and memories fade'
hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?
"do you really need to know anything about me? no- yeah, alright. I'm Clara Evelyn Du Croix- and yes, that's French. My mom's French, and we kept her name because it's nicer than my dads! My friends just call me Clara. Can't really shorten it all that much, can you? Clar just sounds a bit stupid. I'm nineteen, if you can't tell by my youthful complexion and sparkling eyes... that was a joke. You can laugh, you know? I'm a girl. I sure hope that's obvious. I'm straight, so yeah, guys only... um, what else? Oh, the whole war thing. I guess I'm on the light side. I don't hate the humans, and I don't want to hurt them- I just wants things to stay as they are. It's quite harmonious at the moment, you know? Oh shi- I'm a firetamer! How could I forget."
so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.
"include all about your characters appearance, the play by, eye colour, shape, hair colour, length, texture. body type, height, weight, any distinguishing features like scars tattoo's etc. make sure you include a little bit about their personal style."
"Hey, thanks! That's sweet. Well, I've been told I look like Cher Lloyd- I don't see it myself. She's pretty beautiful isn't she? Which makes me sound arrogant... I mean, I don't think I look like her, that's all. I'm like, really slim I guess. But I eat a lot so it doesn't even make sense- I'm short too! Petite, it's called, right? Anyway- I have brown eyes, though sometimes they look more green- hazel probably, and they're pretty- almond shaped, maybe? I'm not good at this at all, sorry... my hair's dark, at least I know that. I've had it a load of different lengths, but it's sort of mid-length at the moment- not too short, and not too long. Past my chin at least. It's- soft, I guess? I don't really use all that many damaging products on it, so it's in pretty good condition. As I was saying earlier, I'm pretty short- last time I checked I was 5"3. And my body weight? Well I'm not one to check it often- I was about 47kg last I checked. Yeah, okay, I know I'm small, you don't have to remind me- I see that look on your face... I have a ton of tattoos! I have a music note on my left hand, and tattoos and quotes up and down my arms- that's a skull right there, but it's pretty, isn't it? And that there is a birdcage. I think it's sort of poetic. There's an eye on my wrist- yeah, that quote on my right arm is Spanish and it says 'bosillo lleno de suenos'. Know what that means? 'Pocketful of dreams'- I got a ton of 'em see. I've got a peace sign, a bird, a question mark, butterflies. And there's another quote- well lyrics really, 'all that you have is your soul'. Because it's true, you know. And that right there is 'you are my sunshine, my only sunshine' and- I don't want to talk about that one much. And oh! Ha. I got 'Shh...' tattooed on my finger. It's more effective than 'shut the fuck up' sometimes. Yeah I've got some more but- I've talked for too long about them, haven't I? Damn it! I always do this! Oh- my style? It varies, I guess. I'm into slouchy jumpers and cardigans, but I also wear leather jackets and skinny jeans, you know? I think it's more- girl rock. That sounds lame, doesn't it? But sometimes I'm grungey, and other times I'm girly!
i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!
"I think I'm a pretty straightforward person. You know where you stand with me- well, that's what my mother always said. She reckoned I showed everything on my face! I guess I can't hide my true emotions, not from anyone. If I don't like you, you're gonna know about it! But I'm easy to get along with. I'm pretty laidback, really, and confident enough in myself to talk to people. I like to have people around me, you know? It's nice not to be alone all the time... sorry- I'm mostly a happy kind of gal. I have a positive outlook on life. I'm quite sneaky in the sense that I like to break some rules for fun, and getting into trouble is more exciting than scary for me... I guess I can be pretty reckless, and it isn't always good. I'm a sucker for romance- you know, all those cliche movie moments and corny songs? I love all that! I can get sort of jealous though. Not just of boyfriends either- friends. I like to be one of the only ones you want to spend time with. It's one of my vices ha. I try not to be selfish, but I can be. I guess everyone is sometimes, though? I'm generally a sweet girl, but I won't hesitate to stand up for myself and my right- I gotta sharp tongue when I feel it's necessary, and I been in some brawls in my time, I tell ya! Heh. I can be argumentative. It's really bad. Like, some days I'll go out looking for someone to argue with, because I like the exhilaration... but honestly, I'm pretty sweet most of the time. At least, I think I am. I guess you could say I'm intelligent- don't really apply myself though. Don't always see the point... I'm pretty insecure, but don't really let people know that. A smile covers a lot, believe me! There are so many things I like! I like the colour pink (don't judge), and I like romcoms, and winter, because I adore snow. I like people who aren't afraid to be themselves, and I like hot chocolate lots. You know what I hate? Biting nails. And I do it. It's terrible. I have a tendency to touch my hair too much too- nervous habit, I suppose... I don't like arrogance. It isn't attractive or smart, it's dumb. I don't like rain, because sure, it looks pretty- but then it makes the whole entire town look gloomy, and I hate that. I love chai latte and hate coffee. I don't like people who keep themselves to themselves too much- you never know what they're hiding. I hate people who judge others based on one tiny piece of knowledge. I'm not too keen on vegetables of any kind, but I love fruit- it balances? Oh, god- horror movies! As long as I have a cushion to hide behind it's fine- doesn't mean I enjoy them at all though. It's some creepy stuff- which is funny, considering the company I keep... I get on my with my folks pretty well. I'm an only child, so always spoiled- we don't see each other much lately and it sucks. But it's safer for them that way. I'm good at making people feel at ease, and bad at public speaking. I sing, too, and I guess that's a strength? I'm okay, at least. Can I say chocolate is a weakness? Give me some and I'm yours! That's gotta count, right? Maybe? Well- a real weakness of mine is that I let people in too easily, and it never works out right for me in the end. Sucks really. As for secrets? Mine is probably- you've probably heard this a lot. Thought it's a secret so I shouldn't be telling you at all... oh, okay. Fine. I have some... issues. With like- eating, you know? Well binging and purging if you get me. Yeah. Lets move on- um... what do I want more than anything? Well- I want a lot of things to be honest with you... mainly I just want to make sure my life is worthwhile. That I really live it, yeah? Because so many people don't and it's wasteful."
i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...
"Interesting? Not really! it's pretty normal if you ask me- except for the whole firetamer thing, but shh. I grew up as an only child, with two parents who were in a loving relationship and who cared for me and yadda yadda yadda the end. No? Can you ever be pleased? Fine. Here goes then. My mother is French, and my father is British- so how did I end up here, you ask? I'll get to that, wait up a minute. Anyway, where was I- right. They met when my father was in France on some foreign exchange school thing, and fell in love at first sight (apparently). Not that I can blame dad for that, mom is so gorgeous, seriously, you should see her. Anyway- long story short, she got pregnant and they married and voila. Here I am. There aren't really any other people in my life, because I've never known any of my grandparents. I have a cat, though! She's ginger and her name is- wait for it- Ginger Nut! Creative, am I right? Oh you wanna talk money? Ha. My parents are- well, rich. There's no other way to put it. They're in the higher end of the scale at least- lets say, between Brooklyn and the Upper East Side? We'd be the Upper Upper East Side. I don't know their exact money, they're rather private people, but I've had enough in life to know. Anyway.
My father visited France whilst doing an art course, and my mother was a waitress at one of the restaurants he went too. It was Paris, of course, and they kissed on the Eiffel Tower, and danced by the Seine- and then they had me. Mom's parents were pretty strict, so they gathered all the money they could get together and left. Just like that- hey, my parents were cool, right? Anyway, they left for the big U S of A! And that's how I got here. Despite growing up in America for all my life, I've got this weird accent that's mostly French and part British, with a twang of Americanisation. Cool, I know. People never understand where I'm from. I was teased at school from a young age, mostly for that, and it really sucked. Led me to believe I was always going to be an outsider, no matter where I went and who I met. Up until I was about thirteen, I had a bit of a sad life, even though I got everything I wanted from my parents. I was just a bit of a loner. I know, you wouldn't believe it looking at me now! Cue laughter?... okay, maybe not. God, you're a tough crowd.
But that all changed one time during my last year at Middle school. One minute the 'cool' girls were gathering around me, teasing me and telling me I didn't belong there- the next? Mary Ellen's hair was on fire and she was screaming like a banshee. I didn't realise it was me at that point- not until I went home and explained to my mother, and she got really pale and sat me down. Then she told me about her mother- my grandmother- who was a 'firetamer' and who could manipulate fire and- well, we should have expected it, all of us. I'd always been obsessed with fire, from a young age. My mother used to be afraid that I'd hurt myself, because I would crawl too close to the fireplace, or the bonfires on special occasions. Thought I was a pyromaniac, if I'm honest- used to carry this lighter around with me and just mess with it when I was about ten, til my dad found it and confiscated it o'course.
Anyway. My history is boring, I know. Now, my parents have moved back to France. Mainly because it's not safe for them here, with them being humans and having knowledge of us, and partly because mom missed her homeland. I opted to stay here- I'm nineteen now anyway, so I basically have free reign of my life now, and we talk all the time over the phone and stuff so s'not so bad, really. I'm just trying to get along now- admittedly, I didn't want to get caught up in this war, but now it's like I have no other choice."
who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?
[/quote][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]"this is all about you, the role player. include your name/alias, age if you wish. how you found us, your time zone and any other characters that you have on the site. also, tell us a random fact about you, and include an rp sample.
my name is laura, and i', seventeen. i found you through an affiliate when i was scrolling through random pages. i live in britain, so my time zone is gmt 0. clara is my first baby! a random fact about me is that i've had my hair dyed brown, red, purple, green, blue and currently blonde ha!"
[quote']i try to match what other people give me when writing, so it varies but mostly it's between 400-1000- haven't really rp'd with anyone to do more than that! also it's a harry potter sample, hope that's alright'
Mason had always known he was a completely stereotypical Gryffindor, and it was what people saw him as when they looked at him. He was loyal and courageous, ambitious and confident. Of course, there were aspects of him that weren't so Gryffindor-like- whereas others in his house seemed to thrive off arguments, and proving themselves, he was just fine with being happy and having some fun. He acted more of a peacemaker, disliking confrontation. He always tried to smooth over arguments- but it ended with him sticking his nose in places that it wasn't always welcome. Like, any bullying he saw, and he was the first one to attempt to stop it. It just wasn't something he liked seeing, and something he had experienced first-hand. For a lot of his personality, he could be seen as somewhat Hufflepuff-like. He was probably one of the most genuinely nice people in the school, and that was just how he liked to be. If there was thing he definitely wasn't, it was a Slytherin. He didn't have the cunning, nor the coldness that came with that title. As for Ravenclaw? Well, he achieved above average grades in most things, but he was lazy about studying. He definitely wasn't intelligent enough for that house. Gryffindor was a pretty perfect fit for him.
He was quite surprised when she made a joke- not that she didn't seem perfectly nice, just he hadn't really pinned her as the humorous type. He liked that; he was always laughing, whether the original comment was funny or not, and he liked to joke. "You've got that right. I swear, a dozen more of you come in every year." he laughed teasingly, not entirely sure that what he had said was untrue. There did seem to be hundreds of the families milling around. "You're all pretty close, yeah?" It was more a statement than a question, because nobody could deny that their families tended to enjoy each others company a lot. It was something Mason could understand more than others. He was just- a very tactile person. He liked to be touching people- ranging from tight embraces, to knocking his knuckles against another persons. That was just the way he'd always been, and some people didn't really get that.
"Oh yeah. Especially when you hit seventh year- you've got a whole lot of fun ahead of you." he shook his head with a smile, staring down at his books and feeling a twinge of guilt, before shrugging to himself. He'd get around to it- and, if he didn't then he'd just have to sweet talk his way out of a detention or something. It was one of those times where his charm really did come in handy, though he still wasn't completely sure of himself when he tried to act like that. He nodded at her explanation of the quidditch practice. As much as he'd have loved to be on the team, he couldn't imagine being able to stick by the strict schedule. He just wasn't so keen on sticking to guidelines. "I should imagine she is; whatever she does must work thought. Gryffindor has the best team, after all." he smirked a little. Although the other teams were also good- especially Ravenclaw and Slytherin lately- but Gryffindor would always come out on top (and of course, he wasn't biased at all!).
His smile widened as she told him he could join her, and he relaxed against the soft leather of the armchair, having been slightly tense in case she had protested his arrival at all. Most people liked him, but there was always a some that came with a most. He glanced down at her book- again, surprised. It seemed she was full of these little shocks- he hadn't expected such a petite girl to be reading about dragons of all things. Of course, she was teaching him to be a little less judgemental. "It sounds like something you're keen on?" from the way she was talking, it seemed like she was extremely interested in the creatures. His lips quirked, and he shrugged. "Can't say I've ever read up on dragons- but they're interesting, I'm sure. Might pick that book up when you're done with it." Just because he didn't make a hobby of reading, it didn't mean that he didn't do it at all. He just had a lot more worthwhile things to do, most of the time. "Do you plan on working with dragons? Or is this just for fun?"
