Post by Kilara Raven on Dec 10, 2007 20:18:04 GMT -5
Out Of Character
Name: Andra
How Can We Contact You: AIM (AndraChan or PirateAndra)
The Basic Information
First Name: Kilara
Middle Name: Alitha
Last Name: Raven
House: Gryffindor
Year: Fifth
Age: 15
Personality
Personality: There is no such thing as imperfection in Kilara's eyes. She's a very sweet girl who believes that everyone is perfect in their own way. She is a firm believer that beauty comes from within, and your physical beauty is not a representation of your inner beauty. She's a loyal friend and a harsh enemy, though she likes to try to talk things through first. She's very calm and tends to calm those down around her with her usual logic and longstanding patience. Kilara's the type of person who would gladly risk her life to protect her friend as long as she knew that no harm would befall them until it was their time to die anyway. She's also incredibly intelligent and seems to have a photographic memory.
Likes [10+]: Quidditch, Potions, Transfiguration, Animals, Singing, Butterbeer, Halloween, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Chocolate Frogs, Wizard Chess, Dancing, Muggle Fashion
Dislikes [10+]: Blood Pops, History of Magic, Arithmancy, Studying, Exams, Rude People, Stereotypes, Being Rushed, Divination, Wizard Fashion, Wizard Music
Strengths [4]: Patience, Transifguration, Photographic memory, and Defensive spells
Weaknesses [5+]: Offensive spells, Strong trust of everyone, Bottles up emotions, Reluctance to fight, Bad temper
Appearance
Image:
Appearance Description Kilara stands at a not-so-intimdating five feet, one inch. She weighs a very light ninety-six pounds. She blames her small stature on her veela history, though it doesn't really bother her. She's usually seen with her dark brown hair in any odd sort of Muggle style, usually down, though she gets rather creative with it. However, just about anything she tries ends up looking wonderful.
Kilara has light brown skin that seems flawless. She has no acne, pimples, freckles, or beauty marks that really distinguish her. Her eyes are a very dark brown, so dark they look black. Her hair seems to change color of its own accord. Some days it's light brown, black, dirty blonde, or even red on more than one occassion. She'll do anyone's hair, if they ask.
Kilara has a certain love for Muggle clothes. She can usually put just about any outfit together and make it look fabulous. She usually pulls off whatever she puts on that will reveal her midriff and back. She can't explaiin it, but she seems to particularly love the Muggle boy clothes.
Special Features or Marks:
With the exception of being a veela, Kilara has no notable features or marks.
Family
Parents:
Father: Sentrus Raven
Mother: Arkianna Raven
Siblings:
Autumn Raven - Older - Auror
Other Family and Relations:
Alitha Raven - Grandmother
History and Role Play Sample:
History
On her mother's side, Kilara was born to generations of dark-haired veela. However, their life expectancy was shorter than that of their lighter haired counterparts, so they are rare to find. Kilara seemed to have no magical gift whatsoever when she was younger until she hit the age of ten, a year before her parents hoped she would get a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Arkianna, her mother, had been a Gryffindor, as her mother, Alitha, whom Kilara was named after. Sentrus, however, had been a Ravenclaw, and a prefect. Both of her parents hoped their daughter would be accepted into Hogwarts.
About ten months after Kilara showed her magical abilities, the family owl, Sydney, arrived with a letter for Kilara. Her mother opened it, reading that Kilara had been accepted to Hogwarts. Thrilled, they set off that day to buy her supplies, and got her a brand new owl. It was a light brown color with two dark brown spots on its wings. Whenever it folded its wings, the spots formed what looked to be a chocolate chip. Noticing this, Kilara immediately named the owl Chip. On September first, Kilara and Chip were boarding the Hogwarts Express.
Over the course of the next four years, Kilara would learn what it was like to be a witch and to carry on the legacy of her ancestors. She was also accepted to be a Gryffindor, and received gifts from her mother's side of the family, people whom she either hadn't talked to in years, or hadn't ever met. They all gave her congratulations on becoming a Gryffindor, and sent her things like candies and other goodies. Kilara shared, and made many friends.
Now, Kilara's excited to come back to Hogwarts and find out what her fifth year will have in store for her.
Rp Sample [At least four paragraphs]
Dark brown eyes opened as the sun streamed into the room. She lay on her four-poster bed, the curtains pulled back and tied up still, as always. She didn't like leaving them closed. It made her feel shut in and closed off from the world, a feeling that Kilara couldn't stand. The veela stood, her baggy Muggle pajama pants nearly falling off her slender frame, though staying on her hips. She closed the window and went about her morning routine, getting on her uniform and then deciding that her hair was best left wavy and down today.
Upon leaving the Girls' Domoritory, Kilara walked down the steps into the Common Room, waving to the other Gryffindors she knew, smiling and exchanging pleasantries. Kilara had no problems with any of the Gryffindors. Why should she? They were all kind enough to her. There was no reason for rudeness.
Making her way out of the portrait hole, the fifth year avoided the Slytherins, those who decided they didn't care what kind of image they conveyed, and made her way downstairs, hopping over the step that liked to randomly disappear and cause students to fall. Too many times she had missed it, and fallen herself. Not today! She couldn't today. Today was going to be a good day.
Kilara took a seat at the Gryffindor table and smiled as she reached for some sausage and eggs. Today would be a good day. It was her mantra, something she was hoping and praying for. Afterall, it had started out well. Maybe it would stay that way. She paused, her fork part of the way to her mouth, before pushing her hair over her shoulder and allowing the fork to continue its trek to her mouth. Yeup. Today would be a good day.
Name: Andra
How Can We Contact You: AIM (AndraChan or PirateAndra)
The Basic Information
First Name: Kilara
Middle Name: Alitha
Last Name: Raven
House: Gryffindor
Year: Fifth
Age: 15
Personality
Personality: There is no such thing as imperfection in Kilara's eyes. She's a very sweet girl who believes that everyone is perfect in their own way. She is a firm believer that beauty comes from within, and your physical beauty is not a representation of your inner beauty. She's a loyal friend and a harsh enemy, though she likes to try to talk things through first. She's very calm and tends to calm those down around her with her usual logic and longstanding patience. Kilara's the type of person who would gladly risk her life to protect her friend as long as she knew that no harm would befall them until it was their time to die anyway. She's also incredibly intelligent and seems to have a photographic memory.
Likes [10+]: Quidditch, Potions, Transfiguration, Animals, Singing, Butterbeer, Halloween, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Chocolate Frogs, Wizard Chess, Dancing, Muggle Fashion
Dislikes [10+]: Blood Pops, History of Magic, Arithmancy, Studying, Exams, Rude People, Stereotypes, Being Rushed, Divination, Wizard Fashion, Wizard Music
Strengths [4]: Patience, Transifguration, Photographic memory, and Defensive spells
Weaknesses [5+]: Offensive spells, Strong trust of everyone, Bottles up emotions, Reluctance to fight, Bad temper
Appearance
Image:
Appearance Description Kilara stands at a not-so-intimdating five feet, one inch. She weighs a very light ninety-six pounds. She blames her small stature on her veela history, though it doesn't really bother her. She's usually seen with her dark brown hair in any odd sort of Muggle style, usually down, though she gets rather creative with it. However, just about anything she tries ends up looking wonderful.
Kilara has light brown skin that seems flawless. She has no acne, pimples, freckles, or beauty marks that really distinguish her. Her eyes are a very dark brown, so dark they look black. Her hair seems to change color of its own accord. Some days it's light brown, black, dirty blonde, or even red on more than one occassion. She'll do anyone's hair, if they ask.
Kilara has a certain love for Muggle clothes. She can usually put just about any outfit together and make it look fabulous. She usually pulls off whatever she puts on that will reveal her midriff and back. She can't explaiin it, but she seems to particularly love the Muggle boy clothes.
Special Features or Marks:
With the exception of being a veela, Kilara has no notable features or marks.
Family
Parents:
Father: Sentrus Raven
Mother: Arkianna Raven
Siblings:
Autumn Raven - Older - Auror
Other Family and Relations:
Alitha Raven - Grandmother
History and Role Play Sample:
History
On her mother's side, Kilara was born to generations of dark-haired veela. However, their life expectancy was shorter than that of their lighter haired counterparts, so they are rare to find. Kilara seemed to have no magical gift whatsoever when she was younger until she hit the age of ten, a year before her parents hoped she would get a letter of acceptance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Arkianna, her mother, had been a Gryffindor, as her mother, Alitha, whom Kilara was named after. Sentrus, however, had been a Ravenclaw, and a prefect. Both of her parents hoped their daughter would be accepted into Hogwarts.
About ten months after Kilara showed her magical abilities, the family owl, Sydney, arrived with a letter for Kilara. Her mother opened it, reading that Kilara had been accepted to Hogwarts. Thrilled, they set off that day to buy her supplies, and got her a brand new owl. It was a light brown color with two dark brown spots on its wings. Whenever it folded its wings, the spots formed what looked to be a chocolate chip. Noticing this, Kilara immediately named the owl Chip. On September first, Kilara and Chip were boarding the Hogwarts Express.
Over the course of the next four years, Kilara would learn what it was like to be a witch and to carry on the legacy of her ancestors. She was also accepted to be a Gryffindor, and received gifts from her mother's side of the family, people whom she either hadn't talked to in years, or hadn't ever met. They all gave her congratulations on becoming a Gryffindor, and sent her things like candies and other goodies. Kilara shared, and made many friends.
Now, Kilara's excited to come back to Hogwarts and find out what her fifth year will have in store for her.
Rp Sample [At least four paragraphs]
Dark brown eyes opened as the sun streamed into the room. She lay on her four-poster bed, the curtains pulled back and tied up still, as always. She didn't like leaving them closed. It made her feel shut in and closed off from the world, a feeling that Kilara couldn't stand. The veela stood, her baggy Muggle pajama pants nearly falling off her slender frame, though staying on her hips. She closed the window and went about her morning routine, getting on her uniform and then deciding that her hair was best left wavy and down today.
Upon leaving the Girls' Domoritory, Kilara walked down the steps into the Common Room, waving to the other Gryffindors she knew, smiling and exchanging pleasantries. Kilara had no problems with any of the Gryffindors. Why should she? They were all kind enough to her. There was no reason for rudeness.
Making her way out of the portrait hole, the fifth year avoided the Slytherins, those who decided they didn't care what kind of image they conveyed, and made her way downstairs, hopping over the step that liked to randomly disappear and cause students to fall. Too many times she had missed it, and fallen herself. Not today! She couldn't today. Today was going to be a good day.
Kilara took a seat at the Gryffindor table and smiled as she reached for some sausage and eggs. Today would be a good day. It was her mantra, something she was hoping and praying for. Afterall, it had started out well. Maybe it would stay that way. She paused, her fork part of the way to her mouth, before pushing her hair over her shoulder and allowing the fork to continue its trek to her mouth. Yeup. Today would be a good day.
