Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Mar 22, 2009 15:27:57 GMT -5
[align=center]DAHLIA EVADINE NOTT .
"you shut your eyes to see, but you never see me."
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[align=center]TOAST THE FINE FOLKS CASTING SILVER CRUMBS
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NAME/ALIAS: ELLA
YOUR AGE: FOURTEEN
OTHER CHARACTERS: NONE
ANYTHING ELSE: SOME GET FAITH BEFORE THEY DIE
------ I got this site from Travis' old one, I played Rose Weasley and Edna Baddock. (: I like the canon lists and subplots on this site, by the way. (:
[align=center]TO US FROM THE DOCK
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FULL NAME: DAHLIA EVADINE NOTT
[/ul]NICKNAMES: DAHL, LIA, NOTT
AGE/BIRTHDATE: TWENTY YEARS OLD; MARCH TWENTY FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND FIVE
GENDER: FEMALE
OCCUPATION: UNEMPLOYED
AFFILIATION: THE FOLLOWERS
HOGWARTS HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR
PETS: NONE
[align=center]JINXED THINGS RINGING AS THEY LEAK
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HEIGHT/WEIGHT: FIVE FEET FIVE INCHES, ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN POUNDS
HAIR: RED, BLUNT BANGS, WAVES PAST SHOULDER LENGTH
EYES: BLUE
DISTINCT CHARACTERISTICS: COLORING, HAIR&EYES
PLAY-BY: ALICE RAUSCH
[align=center]THROUGH TINY CRACKS IN THE BOARDWALK
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LIKES:
DEMENTOR:
ERISED:
OVERALL:
[align=center]SCARECROW NOW IT’S TIME TO HATCH
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FATHER: THEODORE NOTT
MOTHER: DAPHNE GREENGRASS NOTT
SIBLING(S): CORNELIUS NOTT, TWENTY YEAR OLD FRATERNAL TWIN
EVANDER NOTT, EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD PBROTHER
OTHER FAMILY/NOTABLE LINEAGE: DIONYSUS ROSIER, TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD FIANCE
OVERALL:
------ “I was born in March – right before pollen became London’s epidemic. I was exactly three minutes older than my brother, Cornelius. And I really do think that my parents, despite being betrothed and forced to marry, really did love each other. They were always so quiet, calm, and gentle with each other, obnoxiously affectionate and doting. My parents were notoriously studious and submissive in school but in our home? They were respected. I was never hit, violence was not tolerated. And although equality was never preached, there was never any discussion of supremacy or bias. It was an idyllic life – my father worked while my mother watched us, he came home, and they ate while we were asleep. I was about one when my mother became pregnant.”
--- ----, TWO THOUSAND AND SEVEN, TWO YEARS OLD
------ “I was always the oldest one in my family but then, Cornelius got to be older than someone when Evander was born. He was such a . . . bland baby. All he did was sleep and eat and cry. But then again, I suppose all babies are that boring? But then we all grew up, we all learned to talk, walk, eat by ourselves. But all I remember in that period of time was that my mother was always so encouraging, her gorgeous, dainty smile was what I strived for. And then my father? He was, surprisingly, the quieter one. He worked too much for me to bond with him but we certainly did have a splendid relationship. He was always the one who simply nodded, accepted me and everything I did. My mother pushed me.”
APRIL FOURTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND TWELVE, SEVEN YEARS OLD
------ “I was seven when I broke my arm. It was excruciating. I fell from a window that I had been climbing around. Our manor had been designed with ledges outside of our windows and Cornelius and I had always played there. I was always the adventurous twin, there were simply no boundaries for me because my parents always encouraged me to do whatever the hell I wanted. So I decided to see if I could balance on the ledge, hop around it, run back in and out. My shoe got caught in a crater of a brick and I toppled forward. Luckily, I landed on my side and broke my arm, instead of my neck or back. My parents weren’t mad – they just simply took me back inside and mended my arm. My mum told me that I should be more careful so I wouldn’t get hurt anymore. But then, she also made it obvious and apparent that even if I did get hurt, the pain could always go away. The only consequence of adventure was the brief instances of pain, but that would always dim.”
SEPTEMBER FIRST, TWO THOUSAND SIXTEEN, ELEVEN YEARS OLD
------ “Going to Hogwarts wasn’t a frightening experience for me and that was probably due to my parents’ nonchalant introduction of the school and the fact that I wouldn’t be going alone. Cornelius would be there, as would my childhood friends. But it’s funny how easily you lose those things, isn’t it? Quite pathetic actually. My parents skimmed over the housing system – although, I think that was the most important defining factor in my life at that point. I wonder if my parents skimmed over it because they thought I would be as cunning and sly as they had been or because they knew that I could never be a Slytherin. I didn’t like letting them down, I hated disappointing people. But it seemed that my expectations for myself and their expectations for me always conflicted. So I decided to live my life up to my standards – because really, I’m the one that should be happy with me. Right?”
FEBRUARY EIGHT, TWO THOUSAND SEVENTEEN, TWELVE YEARS OLD
------ “This may come as a shock to you but my parents never considered me to be anything but a whole human being. I was never clustered with Cornelius – he was Cornelius Nott and I was Dahlia Nott. There was a reason we weren’t named matching names – because we are also people. We don’t deserve to be lumped together as a group! So I was naturally surprised when all of a sudden, people began to pick me and Cornelius apart – trying to find our similarities, tsking at our differences. I wasn’t Dahlia, Dahl, or Lia – I was just the Nott girl, the Nott twin, Cornelius’ sister. It was sickening, it was disturbing. It was as if I wasn’t me anymore. I suppose that was when I began to obsess with becoming independent.”
MAY NINETEENTH, TWO THOUSAND EIGHTEEN, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “I was pretty young when I was introduced to fire whiskey but then again, I was a Gryffindor and we certainly do love to party. My house was surprisingly accepting of me – probably because the Sorting Hat trusted me to belong there in a house of crimson of gold. But at this specific party? There was a quite a handsome boy who gave me this drink, and I admit it, we did snog. But it was nothing more than that! I can’t remember him now, though. Such a pity. He really was a charmer.”
NOVEMBER FIFTH, TWO THOUSAND NINETEEN, FOURTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “I got my first real boyfriend when I was fourteen. It was nice . . . I suppose. He was polite, charming. He played on the Quidditch team – something I just liked to watch and imagine playing, I was never really that into it. But he was just so . . . clingy. He was always in need of something, always complaining about his life, always wondering what could be better. It was annoying. That was probably when I realized that not everyone is fun to be with, I know, very naïve of me. And that was when I discovered my tendencies to wander about. He caught me on a date with another Gryffindor – a fifteen year old one at that. But at least this one wasn’t an arrogant complainer. And he just made it so easy to wander off. He wasn’t a strong enough anchor.”
DECEMBER TWENTY THIRD, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY, FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “During my fifth year, I had the privilege of coming back to a warm, welcoming house. My parents were strong advocates of family holidays – and we still are. I sincerely do love it and we have a plethora of traditions that seem childish but I’ve grown to love. But that specific Christmas in 2020? It was just a bit dreadful. It wasn’t as innocent or whimsical – it was filled with talks of marriages and futures. It made me a bit anxious – I still didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. And then my parents were vocally fantasizing a life where I was a house wife with children and a husband. It was a bit sickening but I didn’t make a notice of it. I never knew that they were being serious about it!”
JULY SECOND, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY ONE, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “I’m pretty sure that my O.W.L. and N.E.W.T scores came in the mail during that summer. But, this is a secret, I still don’t know what I got. I just didn’t care at that point. It was such a downer – wondering about life, seeing where it would take you, blah blah blah. Honestly? I just wanted to live my life as if I were a human, not a robot with a plan. Or at least, that’s what I told everyone when they wondered why I was just taking core classes. I haven’t even told my parents or Cornelius or Evander about this . . . I’m scared to plan. What if I waste years and hope on this one little dream and it never becomes real for me? What happens then?”
JANUARY EIGHTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY THREE, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
----- “As a graduate from Hogwarts, I really had nothing to do. I didn’t apply for any internships, I didn’t have stellar grades. There was no decent professor who would give me a recommendation and I refused to work for my parents and live off of their money. So, I made a run for it. I met up with a few friends, found a bus while we were drunken one day, went on a road trip. We went through all of England but for one week, we just parked in the country side and picnicked everyday for a week. We didn’t do anything – we just lived in this quaint little village for a week, slept in our bus, and partied in the pub every night. I miss the days where we used to do that.”
JUNE TWELFTH, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY FOUR, NINETEEN YEARS OLD
------ “My parents were worried so I agreed to come back. But I refused to live in their house, still. I had nothing against them and I keep in touch with them. I go to their house for every holiday imaginable and I always send them letters if I’m not in England. But I was nineteen and I wanted to have a life. I was still so young and I felt that I had no experience in this big, scary world. So, with my bus buddies, we got some gold and we got an apartment. And then we got wasted every night. But we’ll just skip over that seeing as no one can remember that bit of history.”
MAY TWENTY SECOND, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY FIVE, TWENTY YEARS OLD
------ “My parents always invite me over for lunch, we catch up. My life’s slowed down just a bit, enough to make my parents pleased, and I like forging real connections with people. But then, they were just a bit too stiff at this one specific luncheon. They were skittish; my mother’s eyes for the first time couldn’t focus in on mine. My father was the one who had the courage to tell me. I’m engaged. I’m twenty years old and I’m engaged. I have no interest in meeting this kid, this twenty three year old pedophile resembling pure blood freak. But I’m not sure – maybe he’s nice? No – he’s not. If he was, he would be able to get his own fucking wife.”
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MEMBER TITLE: ` knocking with a whisper ,
RP SAMPLE:
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I DOVE RIGHT IN AND FELT AT HOME[/color][/font][/align]
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"you shut your eyes to see, but you never see me."
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[align=center]TOAST THE FINE FOLKS CASTING SILVER CRUMBS
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NAME/ALIAS: ELLA
YOUR AGE: FOURTEEN
OTHER CHARACTERS: NONE
ANYTHING ELSE: SOME GET FAITH BEFORE THEY DIE
------ I got this site from Travis' old one, I played Rose Weasley and Edna Baddock. (: I like the canon lists and subplots on this site, by the way. (:
[align=center]TO US FROM THE DOCK
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/align]
FULL NAME: DAHLIA EVADINE NOTT
[/ul]NICKNAMES: DAHL, LIA, NOTT
AGE/BIRTHDATE: TWENTY YEARS OLD; MARCH TWENTY FIRST, TWO THOUSAND AND FIVE
GENDER: FEMALE
OCCUPATION: UNEMPLOYED
AFFILIATION: THE FOLLOWERS
HOGWARTS HOUSE: GRYFFINDOR
PETS: NONE
[align=center]JINXED THINGS RINGING AS THEY LEAK
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HEIGHT/WEIGHT: FIVE FEET FIVE INCHES, ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN POUNDS
HAIR: RED, BLUNT BANGS, WAVES PAST SHOULDER LENGTH
EYES: BLUE
DISTINCT CHARACTERISTICS: COLORING, HAIR&EYES
PLAY-BY: ALICE RAUSCH
[align=center]THROUGH TINY CRACKS IN THE BOARDWALK
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LIKES:
DEMENTOR:
ERISED:
OVERALL:
[align=center]SCARECROW NOW IT’S TIME TO HATCH
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FATHER: THEODORE NOTT
MOTHER: DAPHNE GREENGRASS NOTT
SIBLING(S): CORNELIUS NOTT, TWENTY YEAR OLD FRATERNAL TWIN
EVANDER NOTT, EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD PBROTHER
OTHER FAMILY/NOTABLE LINEAGE: DIONYSUS ROSIER, TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD FIANCE
OVERALL:
------ “I was born in March – right before pollen became London’s epidemic. I was exactly three minutes older than my brother, Cornelius. And I really do think that my parents, despite being betrothed and forced to marry, really did love each other. They were always so quiet, calm, and gentle with each other, obnoxiously affectionate and doting. My parents were notoriously studious and submissive in school but in our home? They were respected. I was never hit, violence was not tolerated. And although equality was never preached, there was never any discussion of supremacy or bias. It was an idyllic life – my father worked while my mother watched us, he came home, and they ate while we were asleep. I was about one when my mother became pregnant.”
--- ----, TWO THOUSAND AND SEVEN, TWO YEARS OLD
------ “I was always the oldest one in my family but then, Cornelius got to be older than someone when Evander was born. He was such a . . . bland baby. All he did was sleep and eat and cry. But then again, I suppose all babies are that boring? But then we all grew up, we all learned to talk, walk, eat by ourselves. But all I remember in that period of time was that my mother was always so encouraging, her gorgeous, dainty smile was what I strived for. And then my father? He was, surprisingly, the quieter one. He worked too much for me to bond with him but we certainly did have a splendid relationship. He was always the one who simply nodded, accepted me and everything I did. My mother pushed me.”
APRIL FOURTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND TWELVE, SEVEN YEARS OLD
------ “I was seven when I broke my arm. It was excruciating. I fell from a window that I had been climbing around. Our manor had been designed with ledges outside of our windows and Cornelius and I had always played there. I was always the adventurous twin, there were simply no boundaries for me because my parents always encouraged me to do whatever the hell I wanted. So I decided to see if I could balance on the ledge, hop around it, run back in and out. My shoe got caught in a crater of a brick and I toppled forward. Luckily, I landed on my side and broke my arm, instead of my neck or back. My parents weren’t mad – they just simply took me back inside and mended my arm. My mum told me that I should be more careful so I wouldn’t get hurt anymore. But then, she also made it obvious and apparent that even if I did get hurt, the pain could always go away. The only consequence of adventure was the brief instances of pain, but that would always dim.”
SEPTEMBER FIRST, TWO THOUSAND SIXTEEN, ELEVEN YEARS OLD
------ “Going to Hogwarts wasn’t a frightening experience for me and that was probably due to my parents’ nonchalant introduction of the school and the fact that I wouldn’t be going alone. Cornelius would be there, as would my childhood friends. But it’s funny how easily you lose those things, isn’t it? Quite pathetic actually. My parents skimmed over the housing system – although, I think that was the most important defining factor in my life at that point. I wonder if my parents skimmed over it because they thought I would be as cunning and sly as they had been or because they knew that I could never be a Slytherin. I didn’t like letting them down, I hated disappointing people. But it seemed that my expectations for myself and their expectations for me always conflicted. So I decided to live my life up to my standards – because really, I’m the one that should be happy with me. Right?”
FEBRUARY EIGHT, TWO THOUSAND SEVENTEEN, TWELVE YEARS OLD
------ “This may come as a shock to you but my parents never considered me to be anything but a whole human being. I was never clustered with Cornelius – he was Cornelius Nott and I was Dahlia Nott. There was a reason we weren’t named matching names – because we are also people. We don’t deserve to be lumped together as a group! So I was naturally surprised when all of a sudden, people began to pick me and Cornelius apart – trying to find our similarities, tsking at our differences. I wasn’t Dahlia, Dahl, or Lia – I was just the Nott girl, the Nott twin, Cornelius’ sister. It was sickening, it was disturbing. It was as if I wasn’t me anymore. I suppose that was when I began to obsess with becoming independent.”
MAY NINETEENTH, TWO THOUSAND EIGHTEEN, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “I was pretty young when I was introduced to fire whiskey but then again, I was a Gryffindor and we certainly do love to party. My house was surprisingly accepting of me – probably because the Sorting Hat trusted me to belong there in a house of crimson of gold. But at this specific party? There was a quite a handsome boy who gave me this drink, and I admit it, we did snog. But it was nothing more than that! I can’t remember him now, though. Such a pity. He really was a charmer.”
NOVEMBER FIFTH, TWO THOUSAND NINETEEN, FOURTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “I got my first real boyfriend when I was fourteen. It was nice . . . I suppose. He was polite, charming. He played on the Quidditch team – something I just liked to watch and imagine playing, I was never really that into it. But he was just so . . . clingy. He was always in need of something, always complaining about his life, always wondering what could be better. It was annoying. That was probably when I realized that not everyone is fun to be with, I know, very naïve of me. And that was when I discovered my tendencies to wander about. He caught me on a date with another Gryffindor – a fifteen year old one at that. But at least this one wasn’t an arrogant complainer. And he just made it so easy to wander off. He wasn’t a strong enough anchor.”
DECEMBER TWENTY THIRD, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY, FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “During my fifth year, I had the privilege of coming back to a warm, welcoming house. My parents were strong advocates of family holidays – and we still are. I sincerely do love it and we have a plethora of traditions that seem childish but I’ve grown to love. But that specific Christmas in 2020? It was just a bit dreadful. It wasn’t as innocent or whimsical – it was filled with talks of marriages and futures. It made me a bit anxious – I still didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. And then my parents were vocally fantasizing a life where I was a house wife with children and a husband. It was a bit sickening but I didn’t make a notice of it. I never knew that they were being serious about it!”
JULY SECOND, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY ONE, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD
------ “I’m pretty sure that my O.W.L. and N.E.W.T scores came in the mail during that summer. But, this is a secret, I still don’t know what I got. I just didn’t care at that point. It was such a downer – wondering about life, seeing where it would take you, blah blah blah. Honestly? I just wanted to live my life as if I were a human, not a robot with a plan. Or at least, that’s what I told everyone when they wondered why I was just taking core classes. I haven’t even told my parents or Cornelius or Evander about this . . . I’m scared to plan. What if I waste years and hope on this one little dream and it never becomes real for me? What happens then?”
JANUARY EIGHTEENTH, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY THREE, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD
----- “As a graduate from Hogwarts, I really had nothing to do. I didn’t apply for any internships, I didn’t have stellar grades. There was no decent professor who would give me a recommendation and I refused to work for my parents and live off of their money. So, I made a run for it. I met up with a few friends, found a bus while we were drunken one day, went on a road trip. We went through all of England but for one week, we just parked in the country side and picnicked everyday for a week. We didn’t do anything – we just lived in this quaint little village for a week, slept in our bus, and partied in the pub every night. I miss the days where we used to do that.”
JUNE TWELFTH, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY FOUR, NINETEEN YEARS OLD
------ “My parents were worried so I agreed to come back. But I refused to live in their house, still. I had nothing against them and I keep in touch with them. I go to their house for every holiday imaginable and I always send them letters if I’m not in England. But I was nineteen and I wanted to have a life. I was still so young and I felt that I had no experience in this big, scary world. So, with my bus buddies, we got some gold and we got an apartment. And then we got wasted every night. But we’ll just skip over that seeing as no one can remember that bit of history.”
MAY TWENTY SECOND, TWO THOUSAND TWENTY FIVE, TWENTY YEARS OLD
------ “My parents always invite me over for lunch, we catch up. My life’s slowed down just a bit, enough to make my parents pleased, and I like forging real connections with people. But then, they were just a bit too stiff at this one specific luncheon. They were skittish; my mother’s eyes for the first time couldn’t focus in on mine. My father was the one who had the courage to tell me. I’m engaged. I’m twenty years old and I’m engaged. I have no interest in meeting this kid, this twenty three year old pedophile resembling pure blood freak. But I’m not sure – maybe he’s nice? No – he’s not. If he was, he would be able to get his own fucking wife.”
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[align=center]SPROUTING SONS AND AGELESS DAUGHTERS
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MEMBER TITLE: ` knocking with a whisper ,
RP SAMPLE:
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[align=center]and when they cracked my ribs and broke my heart
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