Post by patricia on Apr 21, 2011 14:17:42 GMT -6
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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
[/font]I NEED ANOTHER STORY,
something to get off my chest
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PATRICIA ANNE KRUM[/center]
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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
[/font]MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,
need something that i can confess
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NICKNAMES: Tricia
AGE: Sixteen
D.O.B.: May 15th
WAND TYPE: 9 3/4 Hawthorn and Hair from the Mane of a Kelpie
HOUSE: Gryffindor
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Wandless Magic
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
PLAY-BY: Adriana Lima
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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
[/font]’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,
from all the truth that i've said
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EYE COLOUR: Dark brown with specks of gold throughout
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 128 lbs
PERSONAL STYLE: Patricia is rather girly in her style. She likes to wear tight dresses and short skirts with nice tops. Still, she's also a girl that likes loose flannels over tank tops, paired with skinny jeans. She loves different colored scarfs, but she also likes dressing in black. Tricia loves hip-length coats for the winter. She loves shoes of all kinds, though particularly likes sandals and heels.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Tricia is fairly attractive. She has an exotic look to her, as she is Bulgarian. She likes to wear her hair long, as it is more feminine that way. She's a big believer in embracing her femininity. Patricia adores wearing tighter clothes, and wouldn't be caught dead in flared jeans. She pretty much doesn't wear tennis shoes unless she needs to. She likes to look her best wherever she goes, but it's not a necessity. If she could look her best 24/7, she would. However, she knows that's not possible, especially if she wants to be normal.
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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
[/font]THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,
i've been on the brink, so
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: rudeness, her brother, technology, authority, being alone, crying
GOALS: to graduate, to figure out what she wants to be
BOGGART: spiders
PATRONUS: her first day at hogwarts
DEMENTOR: hearing her brother say he hates her
AMORTENTIA: vanilla extract, strawberry, old shoes
BASIC PERSONALITY: headstrong. caring. brave. determined. loyal. sweet. active. forgiving. trustworthy. heartfelt.
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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
[/font]AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,
it's like we're chasing all those stars
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FATHER: viktor krum
MOTHER: belladonna hastings
BROTHER(S): ____ krum, seventeen, seventh year
SISTER(S): none
OTHER: none
HOMETOWN: sofia, bulgaria
CURRENT RESIDENCE: surrey, england
BIOGRAPHY:
it all started with viktor krum and belladonna hastings. viktor had continued his passion for quidditch with the bulgarian national quidditch team. belladonna hastings, a graduate of hogwarts two years above harry, was traveling with her family to bulgaria for their game, since her father rooted for them. after bulgaria's win, viktor and the team went out for drinks at a local pub. belladonna sneaked away from her family and went to the pub, not knowing that the bulgarian team was there. viktor saw belladonna from across the room and knew that she was the one for him. he went over to her and started up conversation, and by the end of the night, they were soulmates. they dated for three months before viktor proposed to her. they married eight months after the proposal, and settled down in bulgaria.
viktor and belladonna had no intentions of having children, but they ended up with them. first came a boy, then shortly after they had a girl. viktor realized that his children would have a good education if they attended durmstrang, should they be wizards. still, he knew that hogwarts was founded upon dignity and strength, and held the school dear. besides, belladonna was rooting for them to be hogwarts student, too. when their eldest child was five, patricia was four, viktor moved his family and himself to surrey, england. they got a fairly large manor in the middle of no where, hidden behind trees. viktor liked his privacy after being fondled by the public for years. still, despite being away from bulgaria, viktor and his entire family were very happy.
patricia loved growing up in the large manor. she and her brother constantly played among the trees, and their father even made them a few treehouses, of which they could travel back and forth between using a moving walkway their father created. overall, patricia had a great childhood. she and her brother were extremely close, that is, until he went off to hogwarts. he was sorted into slytherin, which made his awful characteristics come out. her brother had always been darker than she, but it wasn't until he came back from hogwarts for christmas that she was sure he was nothing like her. after professing her desire to be in gryffindor, tricia was told by her brother that he hated her. their relationship was never the same.
the small girl went off to school when she was eleven, hogwarts becoming her home. for some reason, she felt more alive there than at home. ever since her brother had gotten sorted into slytherin, her parents seemed more pleased with him than her. patricia got her wish, though, and was sorted into gryffindor. she met many friends there, and even some boys as she grew up. becoming a mother or wife had never been a prime dream for patricia. she just wanted to be the best she could be at anything.
she did take after her father, though, and enjoyed the aspect of quidditch. she tried out for quidditch in her fourth year and got on, and has been a beater on the team ever since. despite her father's affectionate ways toward her brother, patricia knew they had a special bond. throughout her childhood after being accepted at hogwarts, tricia was trained by her father to learn wandless magic. of course, it was a skill that she could master, but she already had some mental strength to conquer the skill. after a few months, tricia succeeded and has learned how to do magic without her wand. this, of course, means that her magic with her wand is quite advanced. she is an excellent duelist because of it, and plans to make use of her skills.
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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
[/font]AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,
all the problems that we could solve
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RP EXPERIENCE: 5 years
HOW YOU FOUND US: sister site
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
RP SAMPLE:
little miss delilah stood in the girl's dormitory in the ravenclaw common room. a slight chill brushed against her delicate skin as she neared the window, staring out of the fog-filled glass. her eyes traveled to the sky that hovered above hogwarts, where the moon floated peacefully. her big orbs of blue swayed back and forth as they followed the grey clouds that passed the moon, intrigued by the gold lining behind them as they moved from dark to light, then back to dark. she sighed and turned, her red hair whipping behind her pale shoulders. yes, her shoulders were actually bare. why? she was drenched in a lavender gown, one that flowed to the floor. purple and clear beads were stitched into the band just beneath her chest that wrapped around the entire dress, acting as a sort of 'belt', though it really didn't serve as anything more than an accent.
the ravenclaw gulped as she moved forward in the room, stopping just in front of the mirror. she looked at her red hair, curled delightfully and stopping just at her shoulders. of course, her bangs were parted and sat on either side of her face, slightly curled as well. she had even gone to the effort of applying mascara. she knew that the ball was nothing special to a girl like her. after all, she had no valentine that year - or any years prior. she was just a know-it-all girl whom no boy seemed to pay attention to. that was all fine and dandy, though, for her. she didn't need a boy to be by her side....or at least, that's what she told herself. on the other hand, delilah was a simply fascinated girl who was scared to be alone. how could she fear loneliness, yet already be alone?
she gulped once more, pressing her hands against her gown. was she pretty enough to even disgrace the ball with her appearance? she assumed that she'd impress her friends, she supposed. of course, it didn't seem that she had many friends. concluding her self-bashing, delilah continued her way out of the common room, petrified. she didn't normally do well at these sort of events. she presumed the night would go as followed: walking in, being made fun of, and walking out. it would be quite simple. it was a shame, too, because she had gone through such an effort to look quite nice that evening. even if she did get picked on at the ball, at least she wouldn't have to be alone.
delilah hurried out of the ravenclaw common room and down the moving staircases, occasionally waiting for the stairs to move in her direction. she stood by herself, mostly. there were two other ravenclaw girls who had exited the room at the time that she had, so they were with her. but they didn't exchange glances, and delilah was sure that she heard them conversing about her dress, and its putrid shade. she gulped for the third time in a matter of minutes, nerves swallowing her form. she took in a deep breath as the final stairs set in place, allowing for her to exit to the first floor. she did so hesitantly, then strayed behind as the other two went on. the ball was already open for students to attend, making delilah feel late. she sighed.
the red-head moved into the hall, feeling as though all eyes were on her. delilah bit her lower lip and continued in, though. despite feeling hot and flustered, she knew that she must be able to enjoy herself somehow. she looked to the middle of the room where flashing lights took over, a beat behind them. so there was a dance floor, huh? delilah could definitely make this work. she was an excellent dancer, whether or not she had to do it alone. she smiled to herself and made her way to the floor, staying on the outskirts of the crowd. she moved to the beat by herself, swaying side to side and turning once in a while. she smiled as she closed her eyes, letting the music take over her soul. she tried to ignore how people were looking at her, as she knew they were even without her eyes open. still, she could outdance any one of them, and she knew she was quite intelligent. she was a good person. delilah thought the positive things about herself as she danced, then let them go. she let go everything positive and negative, becoming neutral with herself. she opened her eyes and kept dancing to the rhythm, smiling.
the ravenclaw gulped as she moved forward in the room, stopping just in front of the mirror. she looked at her red hair, curled delightfully and stopping just at her shoulders. of course, her bangs were parted and sat on either side of her face, slightly curled as well. she had even gone to the effort of applying mascara. she knew that the ball was nothing special to a girl like her. after all, she had no valentine that year - or any years prior. she was just a know-it-all girl whom no boy seemed to pay attention to. that was all fine and dandy, though, for her. she didn't need a boy to be by her side....or at least, that's what she told herself. on the other hand, delilah was a simply fascinated girl who was scared to be alone. how could she fear loneliness, yet already be alone?
she gulped once more, pressing her hands against her gown. was she pretty enough to even disgrace the ball with her appearance? she assumed that she'd impress her friends, she supposed. of course, it didn't seem that she had many friends. concluding her self-bashing, delilah continued her way out of the common room, petrified. she didn't normally do well at these sort of events. she presumed the night would go as followed: walking in, being made fun of, and walking out. it would be quite simple. it was a shame, too, because she had gone through such an effort to look quite nice that evening. even if she did get picked on at the ball, at least she wouldn't have to be alone.
delilah hurried out of the ravenclaw common room and down the moving staircases, occasionally waiting for the stairs to move in her direction. she stood by herself, mostly. there were two other ravenclaw girls who had exited the room at the time that she had, so they were with her. but they didn't exchange glances, and delilah was sure that she heard them conversing about her dress, and its putrid shade. she gulped for the third time in a matter of minutes, nerves swallowing her form. she took in a deep breath as the final stairs set in place, allowing for her to exit to the first floor. she did so hesitantly, then strayed behind as the other two went on. the ball was already open for students to attend, making delilah feel late. she sighed.
the red-head moved into the hall, feeling as though all eyes were on her. delilah bit her lower lip and continued in, though. despite feeling hot and flustered, she knew that she must be able to enjoy herself somehow. she looked to the middle of the room where flashing lights took over, a beat behind them. so there was a dance floor, huh? delilah could definitely make this work. she was an excellent dancer, whether or not she had to do it alone. she smiled to herself and made her way to the floor, staying on the outskirts of the crowd. she moved to the beat by herself, swaying side to side and turning once in a while. she smiled as she closed her eyes, letting the music take over her soul. she tried to ignore how people were looking at her, as she knew they were even without her eyes open. still, she could outdance any one of them, and she knew she was quite intelligent. she was a good person. delilah thought the positive things about herself as she danced, then let them go. she let go everything positive and negative, becoming neutral with herself. she opened her eyes and kept dancing to the rhythm, smiling.
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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
[/font]SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,
so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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