Post by Gardevoir Grimshaw on Aug 30, 2009 18:10:05 GMT -7
GardevoirSierraGrimshaw
it's not your fault
those hands are freezing
name: Gardevoir Sierra Grimshaw
nicknames: Girttie, Sierra, Grim Reaper(a reputation name, she doesn't like it)
age: fifteen, October 25, fifth year
house: Slytherin
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
wand: Thin bloodwood wand. The length is ten and three quarters inches long. It has a core of dragon bone.
pets: none
play-by: Hikaru Utada
borne from childish days
you carry the scars
height: 5"3
weight: 105lbs
body style: Petite
tattoos and piercings: none
distinguishing features: Eyes are actually dark blue, she is exceptionally pale for her ethnicity
overall appearance: Gardevoir usually wears black buttoned shirts and pants. A times, such as seasonal times, she wears brightly colored jackets, jeans and shoes. She is also known to have an odd assortment of clothes that are strange in design. Her hair is always down and its length is usually short. If she grows out her hair, it will only be about shoulder length before she cuts it again.
to be loved
makes this world shine
patronus: a harpie eagle
boggart: a cage
animagus: none
likes:
dislikes:
strengths:
weaknesses:
fears:
secrets:
overall personality:
Gardevoir, in first impressions, is a very quiet girl who keeps to herself. Most times, she will not engage in a conversation unless she finds something interesting about the person. She has quite a reputation for being creepy in a gothic sense, but she claims that she is not gothic. She is a vicious creature, often compared to a venus flytrap. Her words are like poison if you get her on her bad side though she never throws a tantrum.
Those who know her, most indefinitely the teachers, know that Gardevoir is actually polite and has a strong sense of modesty. She is known to have a ravenous appetite despite her petite build and almost always has food with her. She has her humorous moments but it is a harsh task to get this young lady to laugh. She is a good listener to those who need it and can often rumage up some advice to her peers.
Though there is no evidence that she is related to him, Gardevoir holds herself in reguards to the half-blood prince and calls herself his unofficial descendant. She is multi-lingual and those who hear her speak in any other language must know that she is speaking of something personal or something dangerous. She has a knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts that creates a suspicion to those around her. Practically harmless in the physical sense, the only thing you need to worry about this girl is her forked tongue.
everyone is searching
for a place to end their sadness
hometown: Paris
family: Parents: Camroline Grimshaw(father) Vivian Knox(Mother)
Brothers: Vergil Grimshaw(18 years) Cade Grimshaw(22 years) Murdock Grimshaw(8 years)
Sisters: Basilia Grimshaw(15 years)
blood: Muggleborn
history: Gardevoir was born in Paris to a Japanese mother and a French father. She was raised as a normal human and had no idea about her powers. She was always an outcast and when she entered elementary, she found that she could hear voices and do things just by thinking. Her entire family was worried about her and helped her however they could. Her records were filled with psychological testing and medications though nothing wrong could be found about her.
Gardevoirs first public magic incident can be traced to a teasing ritual at school. The girl usually was very submissive at such and the routine was always the same. She would be chased down, drenched with a bucket of water and then hurled at with dirt. Her infuriation was set off when a boy named James, who happened to be her childhood crush at the time, suggested that the kids use glue instead of water and feathers instead of dirt. The plan went accordingly and when Gardevoir found herself looking like a chicken, something snapped in her brain. The laughter of the kids echoed in her head and she pointed at James with a bright pink face of anger. "I hope you get... Chicken pox!!!" She screamed before her teachers took her to the health room. Surprisingly, the next few weeks were James-free for the boy had a curious case of chicken pox that refused to go away. After that every little thing that went wrong, was blamed on Gardevoir.
Gardevoirs family then moved to australia to get away from all of her troublesome times, but even moving seemed futile for her intermediate days were just as bad. She was the school spaz that everyone picked on and though she got angry, she refused to ever think badly of anyone for fear of killing them. She was teased even more when she passed out durning a physical education marathon run. She had hotflashes that caused storms and then her "Witch" nickname began to resurface again. In her second year of middle school, Gardevoir was shoved into a locker and was left there for over five hours. Janitors who were there gave witness to a freak show as all of the lights in the school were explodin. When they found her, they broke open the door and she collapsed on the ground.
After the incident, her family had no choice but to move back to their old home in Paris. What they found when they got there was a few strangers at their doorstep. These people explained to her parents that Gardevoir was a special girl with special needs. She was taken to Hogwarts for her first year. It was strange for her that first year. Everone seemed decent enough... Well almost everyone. It seemed that her so-called "muggle-born" status struck a nerve with certain others. She did not mind much and at least the food was good.
Her life only turned into slight turmoil when she was brought to Slytherin. Being in a room full of pure blood, she quickly realized, was not good for her health. Gardevoir decided to go through her years quiet and peacfully, only giving in when provoked to her limits. Though she was with her kind in Hogwarts, she still seemed to repel others. She did not mind, for the students seemed a little too chaotic for her. Gardevoir found herself spending a little more time with the teachers instead and that was when she first heard of Severus Snape the Half-Blood Prince. Throughout her years, Gardevoir became a sort of fanatic with the historical figure and began to call herself his descendant. Some students actually believed that she was, others scorned and teased her for being smitten with the man.
and for you
that place is here
roleplayer: Epicana Phenna
time zone: GMT Hawaii
age: 16 years
roleplay sample:
it's not your fault
those hands are freezing
name: Gardevoir Sierra Grimshaw
nicknames: Girttie, Sierra, Grim Reaper(a reputation name, she doesn't like it)
age: fifteen, October 25, fifth year
house: Slytherin
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
wand: Thin bloodwood wand. The length is ten and three quarters inches long. It has a core of dragon bone.
pets: none
play-by: Hikaru Utada
borne from childish days
you carry the scars
height: 5"3
weight: 105lbs
body style: Petite
tattoos and piercings: none
distinguishing features: Eyes are actually dark blue, she is exceptionally pale for her ethnicity
overall appearance: Gardevoir usually wears black buttoned shirts and pants. A times, such as seasonal times, she wears brightly colored jackets, jeans and shoes. She is also known to have an odd assortment of clothes that are strange in design. Her hair is always down and its length is usually short. If she grows out her hair, it will only be about shoulder length before she cuts it again.
to be loved
makes this world shine
patronus: a harpie eagle
boggart: a cage
animagus: none
likes:
- chocolate
- dogs
- defense against the dark arts
- books
- snakes
- mirrors
dislikes:
- loud girls
- rain
- snow
- spiders
- ghosts
strengths:
- charms
- defense against the dark arts
- scaring people
- witty comebacks
- remembering things
- holding grudges
weaknesses:
- nice guys
- quiet spaces
- breaking rules
- running
- faking a curse
- ballroom dancing
fears:
- A cage
- spiders
- ghosts
- people staring
secrets:
- She's claustrophobic and hates small spaces
- She likes hypogriffs
- She's slightly anxious
overall personality:
Gardevoir, in first impressions, is a very quiet girl who keeps to herself. Most times, she will not engage in a conversation unless she finds something interesting about the person. She has quite a reputation for being creepy in a gothic sense, but she claims that she is not gothic. She is a vicious creature, often compared to a venus flytrap. Her words are like poison if you get her on her bad side though she never throws a tantrum.
Those who know her, most indefinitely the teachers, know that Gardevoir is actually polite and has a strong sense of modesty. She is known to have a ravenous appetite despite her petite build and almost always has food with her. She has her humorous moments but it is a harsh task to get this young lady to laugh. She is a good listener to those who need it and can often rumage up some advice to her peers.
Though there is no evidence that she is related to him, Gardevoir holds herself in reguards to the half-blood prince and calls herself his unofficial descendant. She is multi-lingual and those who hear her speak in any other language must know that she is speaking of something personal or something dangerous. She has a knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts that creates a suspicion to those around her. Practically harmless in the physical sense, the only thing you need to worry about this girl is her forked tongue.
everyone is searching
for a place to end their sadness
hometown: Paris
family: Parents: Camroline Grimshaw(father) Vivian Knox(Mother)
Brothers: Vergil Grimshaw(18 years) Cade Grimshaw(22 years) Murdock Grimshaw(8 years)
Sisters: Basilia Grimshaw(15 years)
blood: Muggleborn
history: Gardevoir was born in Paris to a Japanese mother and a French father. She was raised as a normal human and had no idea about her powers. She was always an outcast and when she entered elementary, she found that she could hear voices and do things just by thinking. Her entire family was worried about her and helped her however they could. Her records were filled with psychological testing and medications though nothing wrong could be found about her.
Gardevoirs first public magic incident can be traced to a teasing ritual at school. The girl usually was very submissive at such and the routine was always the same. She would be chased down, drenched with a bucket of water and then hurled at with dirt. Her infuriation was set off when a boy named James, who happened to be her childhood crush at the time, suggested that the kids use glue instead of water and feathers instead of dirt. The plan went accordingly and when Gardevoir found herself looking like a chicken, something snapped in her brain. The laughter of the kids echoed in her head and she pointed at James with a bright pink face of anger. "I hope you get... Chicken pox!!!" She screamed before her teachers took her to the health room. Surprisingly, the next few weeks were James-free for the boy had a curious case of chicken pox that refused to go away. After that every little thing that went wrong, was blamed on Gardevoir.
Gardevoirs family then moved to australia to get away from all of her troublesome times, but even moving seemed futile for her intermediate days were just as bad. She was the school spaz that everyone picked on and though she got angry, she refused to ever think badly of anyone for fear of killing them. She was teased even more when she passed out durning a physical education marathon run. She had hotflashes that caused storms and then her "Witch" nickname began to resurface again. In her second year of middle school, Gardevoir was shoved into a locker and was left there for over five hours. Janitors who were there gave witness to a freak show as all of the lights in the school were explodin. When they found her, they broke open the door and she collapsed on the ground.
After the incident, her family had no choice but to move back to their old home in Paris. What they found when they got there was a few strangers at their doorstep. These people explained to her parents that Gardevoir was a special girl with special needs. She was taken to Hogwarts for her first year. It was strange for her that first year. Everone seemed decent enough... Well almost everyone. It seemed that her so-called "muggle-born" status struck a nerve with certain others. She did not mind much and at least the food was good.
Her life only turned into slight turmoil when she was brought to Slytherin. Being in a room full of pure blood, she quickly realized, was not good for her health. Gardevoir decided to go through her years quiet and peacfully, only giving in when provoked to her limits. Though she was with her kind in Hogwarts, she still seemed to repel others. She did not mind, for the students seemed a little too chaotic for her. Gardevoir found herself spending a little more time with the teachers instead and that was when she first heard of Severus Snape the Half-Blood Prince. Throughout her years, Gardevoir became a sort of fanatic with the historical figure and began to call herself his descendant. Some students actually believed that she was, others scorned and teased her for being smitten with the man.
and for you
that place is here
roleplayer: Epicana Phenna
time zone: GMT Hawaii
age: 16 years
roleplay sample:
My days as a human are over... I am what they call a witch and my life will never be the same...
Gardevoir repeated these things over and over in her head. She had always know that she was different. Everyone knew that she was different. She remembered well and even now at the age of fifteen, she still had random little children as cute as can be who came up to her and pointed. Those cute little innocent things, those pudgy little beings with curls and ribbons and little caps and bright eyes.
They came to her with four little words and their cute little baby-ish tones. "You don't belong here." Thier little voices gave opinion right before fearing mothers would pull them away. What dolls these children were and she wanted each one of them curse. Of course she would do no such thing. They were innocent of the whole matter and what did they know about that scary young woman named Gardevoir who lived across the street? That strange girl who seemed to make things a little more darker wherenever she walked. The one who could kill a dozen roses just by touching them with her finger.
She couldn't say that these thing did not happen, but most were rumors spread around the neighboor hood. Gardevoir the Grim Reaper. She was a perfect adults play-thing, used to get their fussy children to behave. 'Now now if you don't go to bed right now, Gardevoir will come and get you.' 'Don't stay up past midnight because that is when the Grim Reaper walkes the streets.' 'Share your toys and be nice, Girttie the Ghost like naughty children the best.' Oh yeah, she had it made, especially when that cutesy nickname came into play. "Girttie"... She was annoyed by it, but nothing could be done.
In a worst case scenario the black-wearing female would simply point her finger back and say. "Beat it little being or your parents will be frogs." It was harsh, but if she was going to be called evil, there was no other choice but to act upon it by being evil. Gardevoir the ghost... Creepy gothic girl... The Snake Girl... She had it all and the only thing she knew was that she could do without the gothic remark.
Humans were shallow creatures and anyone could have known that wearing black does not make you gothic, nor does wearing old fashioned clothes make you a nerd. Just like, well, say now... That pure blood does not make you superior. Even the mighty Severous Snape and heroic Harry Potter were not pure blooded yet her class acted on such ignoramic senses. She remember well on how long these silly little games went on. It was no different from what went on in her muggle school.
It could not be help, especially pm her fifth year. She felt the nervousness as always before entering school. This year though, gave her a little kick. She felt that something extraordinay was going to happen this year. Such a thought made her wonder and bundle with excitement that was not shown in her calm face. Perhaps this year would be a good year to change up a bit. Maybe this year... Would be the year to try that dreaded topic called friendship.
