Post by Alice on Jul 23, 2007 18:29:46 GMT -5
Name: Alice De’Lourne.
Age: Eleven.
Year: First.
Family:
Father- Charter De’Lourne; alive, but away most of the time.
Mother- Catalina De’Lourne; living.
Sisters:
Abigail De’Lourne; alive. Seven years old.
Danielle and Artemis De’Lourne; alive, fourteen years old. Fraternal twins.
Brother: Andrew De’Lourne; alive. Nine years old.
Blood: Pure.
Date of Birth: December Fifteenth.
Place of Birth: De’Lourne House, nothern Ireland, in the middle of an average sized forest.
Gender: Female.
Lover: None. (If any male character wishes to have a crush on her, please PM- or IM- me.)
Pet(s): Calico, female cat named Valentine, who is an old family pet that is nearing the age of twelve human years.
Wand: Made out of hazel wood, thirteen inches, and flexible. Good for Transfiguration. Core of a single unicorn hair.
Broom: Nimbus Two-thousand.
Inventory:
-Jewelry.
-Several books not listed on the school supplies list.
-Letters from home and family.
-Assortment of nick-nacks and random things she packed.
-Every needed thing on the list of School Supplies for First Years.
Personality: Alice grew up pampered, yet, she did not turn out spoiled. However, she is not the compliment fishing, attention seeker pure-blood brat that most people seem to view her as, which is something that becomes unusually clear when you first meet her.
Alice is quite mature for her age, and quiet about all subjects except those few she is passionate about. She only talks to her friends, really, and tries to make herself not look like the fool she thinks she is when she actually does speak. That’s really just what she is. An outspoken young girl who cares naught of the fates of anyone who she doesn’t like.
She rarely shows a streak of courage, but it’s in her. But, in all of her other traits, her cleverness comes into play- because, overall, she’s smart, if nothing else. She can pick apart the nature of people as easily as some people can pick apart a strand of knotted string (something Alice fails at miserably). But, even if she can see that people are really rotten on the inside, or that they just want to use her, she doesn’t voice it. Maybe that ability is magical, but she doubts it. Alice just is very gifted at seeing through people’s emotional facades.
After that, Alice has been known to have a rather vivid and morbid emotion. Even though she is not a pessimist, she often thinks onto the more optimistic sides of things, but she can’t help from like a tragic story better than a happy-go-lucky one. It’s plainly more interesting, and if something’s boring, it’s lackluster.
Appearance:
Her hair is a fair blond that is a light brown in places, and seems to ripple gray when the sun hits it correctly. Alice has bangs, too, but they are grown out and not usually noticed, as they frame a face completely devoid of any color except flushed red cheeks. Alice’s face, in fact, gives off the strong impression that she’s haughty and proud for all the wrong reasons, with her thin, long nose and high, sloping cheekbones. Really, the only pleasant thing about her whole face is her pale pink mouth, which is too often chapped.
Her eyes are a cold blue-green, more blue than green, and speckled lightly with gray. A ring of light yellow surrounds her pupil, and on the edge of her iris a darker circle of navy runs. Sometimes, her eyes are lukewarm, when she is in better moods, but at others, just adds emphasis to the purple shadows beneath her eyes. They often carry a haunted, hollow look or a day dreamer’s vague stare.
Her form is, considerably, not the greatest. She is around average height, maybe a bit tall for her age, even though Alice thinks that she will have stopped growing by the age of thirteen. Also, as it is in most cases, she is slender, but not skinny. She isn’t anywhere near being willowy and flexible, or curvaceous, either, but more strait-up and stick-like.
History: Alice Rowena Spencer De’Lourne was born on a chill winter’s morning, when the snow blanketed and muffled the outside world and fell swirling past the windows. The room she had been born in soon became her bedroom, even though she barely spent any time in it.
She spent most of her childhood walking in the forest that surrounded her house and swimming in the lake alone, enjoying the moments all by herself. Alice, actually, wasn’t very close to her Mother, who somehow found something to criticize her about, whether it was about her hair or her clothes. Instead, she relied on her siblings, but she didn’t even like to go to them for help. They were supportive, sure, but they all agreed that Alice was a bit odd, too clever and able to guess the very nature of people, and over all of that, she wasn’t prejudiced against ‘Mudbloods’, her family’s favorite nickname for those of Muggle heritage.
Alice never enjoyed using that horrible word, but she didn’t exactly shout that out at the top of her lungs. Instead, she kept quiet, being a little angel. Yet, she couldn’t stop the eagerness at the thought of going to a magical school.
The day she got her letter from Hogwarts was probably the most important one. She shouted, ran away around the house, and refused to shut up all through the day. Alice even admitted she nearly cried, and she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. Yet, a seed of doubt was planted in her head at that moment? Would she fit in, or would she not? Would she be good at magic, or would she not? [/size]
And all of those questions wait to be answered until September First.
Picture: Nope.
House: RavenClaw.
Age: Eleven.
Year: First.
Family:
Father- Charter De’Lourne; alive, but away most of the time.
Mother- Catalina De’Lourne; living.
Sisters:
Abigail De’Lourne; alive. Seven years old.
Danielle and Artemis De’Lourne; alive, fourteen years old. Fraternal twins.
Brother: Andrew De’Lourne; alive. Nine years old.
Blood: Pure.
Date of Birth: December Fifteenth.
Place of Birth: De’Lourne House, nothern Ireland, in the middle of an average sized forest.
Gender: Female.
Lover: None. (If any male character wishes to have a crush on her, please PM- or IM- me.)
Pet(s): Calico, female cat named Valentine, who is an old family pet that is nearing the age of twelve human years.
Wand: Made out of hazel wood, thirteen inches, and flexible. Good for Transfiguration. Core of a single unicorn hair.
Broom: Nimbus Two-thousand.
Inventory:
-Jewelry.
-Several books not listed on the school supplies list.
-Letters from home and family.
-Assortment of nick-nacks and random things she packed.
-Every needed thing on the list of School Supplies for First Years.
Personality: Alice grew up pampered, yet, she did not turn out spoiled. However, she is not the compliment fishing, attention seeker pure-blood brat that most people seem to view her as, which is something that becomes unusually clear when you first meet her.
Alice is quite mature for her age, and quiet about all subjects except those few she is passionate about. She only talks to her friends, really, and tries to make herself not look like the fool she thinks she is when she actually does speak. That’s really just what she is. An outspoken young girl who cares naught of the fates of anyone who she doesn’t like.
She rarely shows a streak of courage, but it’s in her. But, in all of her other traits, her cleverness comes into play- because, overall, she’s smart, if nothing else. She can pick apart the nature of people as easily as some people can pick apart a strand of knotted string (something Alice fails at miserably). But, even if she can see that people are really rotten on the inside, or that they just want to use her, she doesn’t voice it. Maybe that ability is magical, but she doubts it. Alice just is very gifted at seeing through people’s emotional facades.
After that, Alice has been known to have a rather vivid and morbid emotion. Even though she is not a pessimist, she often thinks onto the more optimistic sides of things, but she can’t help from like a tragic story better than a happy-go-lucky one. It’s plainly more interesting, and if something’s boring, it’s lackluster.
Appearance:
Her hair is a fair blond that is a light brown in places, and seems to ripple gray when the sun hits it correctly. Alice has bangs, too, but they are grown out and not usually noticed, as they frame a face completely devoid of any color except flushed red cheeks. Alice’s face, in fact, gives off the strong impression that she’s haughty and proud for all the wrong reasons, with her thin, long nose and high, sloping cheekbones. Really, the only pleasant thing about her whole face is her pale pink mouth, which is too often chapped.
Her eyes are a cold blue-green, more blue than green, and speckled lightly with gray. A ring of light yellow surrounds her pupil, and on the edge of her iris a darker circle of navy runs. Sometimes, her eyes are lukewarm, when she is in better moods, but at others, just adds emphasis to the purple shadows beneath her eyes. They often carry a haunted, hollow look or a day dreamer’s vague stare.
Her form is, considerably, not the greatest. She is around average height, maybe a bit tall for her age, even though Alice thinks that she will have stopped growing by the age of thirteen. Also, as it is in most cases, she is slender, but not skinny. She isn’t anywhere near being willowy and flexible, or curvaceous, either, but more strait-up and stick-like.
History: Alice Rowena Spencer De’Lourne was born on a chill winter’s morning, when the snow blanketed and muffled the outside world and fell swirling past the windows. The room she had been born in soon became her bedroom, even though she barely spent any time in it.
She spent most of her childhood walking in the forest that surrounded her house and swimming in the lake alone, enjoying the moments all by herself. Alice, actually, wasn’t very close to her Mother, who somehow found something to criticize her about, whether it was about her hair or her clothes. Instead, she relied on her siblings, but she didn’t even like to go to them for help. They were supportive, sure, but they all agreed that Alice was a bit odd, too clever and able to guess the very nature of people, and over all of that, she wasn’t prejudiced against ‘Mudbloods’, her family’s favorite nickname for those of Muggle heritage.
Alice never enjoyed using that horrible word, but she didn’t exactly shout that out at the top of her lungs. Instead, she kept quiet, being a little angel. Yet, she couldn’t stop the eagerness at the thought of going to a magical school.
The day she got her letter from Hogwarts was probably the most important one. She shouted, ran away around the house, and refused to shut up all through the day. Alice even admitted she nearly cried, and she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. Yet, a seed of doubt was planted in her head at that moment? Would she fit in, or would she not? Would she be good at magic, or would she not? [/size]
And all of those questions wait to be answered until September First.
Picture: Nope.
House: RavenClaw.