Post by Elizabeth Potter on Dec 26, 2006 21:22:44 GMT -5
Name:
Elizabeth Lilian Potter
Age:
17
Year:
Seventh
House:
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw
Birthday:
March 23rd
Parents:
Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley
History:
Elizabeth was born to the famous Harry Potter and his blushing red-headed bride, Ginny Weasley. She was born into a peaceful, or more peaceful than it had been, time. Before her birth, her father had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the darkest wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort, and Ginny Weasley had cried herself to sleep many nights worrying about him. When the fateful prophecy had finally been fulfilled and Harry was back to full health, he took Ginny aside and proposed. She willingly accepted and fell into his arms, her eyes watery, this time from happiness.
Elizabeth's birth was one of the happiest moments of her parents' lives. They raised her with love and compassion and created an atmosphere that Harry was sure to make better than what he had grown up in. Eleven years later, her Hogwarts letter was received. She opened it anxiously, longing to see her name printed on that piece of parchment. After seeing, "Dear Miss Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Liz tossed the parchment onto the breakfast table and hugged her mother happily, disregarding the rest of the letter. They took her to Diagon Alley that day and bought her school supplies. On September 1st, she waved goodbye to her parents one last time before stepping onto the scarlett steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express, thus beginning her magical education.
Bloodline:
Half-Blood
Appearance:
Elizabeth is not the tallest, but she is fairly tall, standing at 5' 8". She has long brown hair and green eyes that she inherited from her grandmother Lily Evans Potter. She is slender and moves gracefully, you would not suspect her to be good at Quidditch from her appearance, but with her parentage, how could she not be?
Appearance:
Personality:
Elizabeth absolutely adores Quidditch and spends as much time as she can out on the Pitch. She is smart, but no smarter than anyone else, and she makes decent grades. She'd prefer Quidditch Captain to Head Girl any day, but was delighted to receive her prefect badge in her fifth year.
Liz is strong-willed, loyal and very brave, sticking up for anyone being put down and never letting anyone tell her off. She is disciplined, but isn't afraid to break a rule or two, as long as she doesn't get caught. She has a great capacity to love and when she does, she loves with her whole heart. She is fairly popular but she never thinks herself better than others, she has a way of seeing the beauty in other people just like her grandmother did. All of this makes her a great friend and she has many, but only a few are truly close to her.
Roleplay Sample:
[from another site]
She couldn't stop her tears. After weeks of stress building up and depression forcing its way in, Lori was tired of holding it in. Tired of the pain. Tired of the suffering. She needed to control it. The bag was deep in her trunk. It was a normal manicure kit, it had everything you needed to give yourself a good manicure. A nail file, nail clippers... She sat on her four-poster and pulled the curtains shut. Lori held the kit in one hand while she wiped a tear with the other. She nodded trying to convince herself that this would help. She opened the kit and pulled out a rather sharp feeling nail file. She closed her eyes. Then she opened them. She couldn't look, but it wasn't a good idea to do this with her eyes closed. Lori took a deep breath. This wasn't like her but she knew she had changed. It was obvious from her darkening outlook on life to her dark wardrobe. There were bags under her eyes from many nights spent awake, trying desperately to cry herself to sleep, hoping the tears would heal her pain. But she had finally done it, the marks were made and the blood was spilt. The pain was over-whelming. Lori bit her lip and new tears poured relentlessly down her face. She closed the manicure kit with a shaking hand and stifled a sob.
Elizabeth Lilian Potter
Age:
17
Year:
Seventh
House:
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw
Birthday:
March 23rd
Parents:
Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley
History:
Elizabeth was born to the famous Harry Potter and his blushing red-headed bride, Ginny Weasley. She was born into a peaceful, or more peaceful than it had been, time. Before her birth, her father had narrowly escaped death at the hands of the darkest wizard of the century, Lord Voldemort, and Ginny Weasley had cried herself to sleep many nights worrying about him. When the fateful prophecy had finally been fulfilled and Harry was back to full health, he took Ginny aside and proposed. She willingly accepted and fell into his arms, her eyes watery, this time from happiness.
Elizabeth's birth was one of the happiest moments of her parents' lives. They raised her with love and compassion and created an atmosphere that Harry was sure to make better than what he had grown up in. Eleven years later, her Hogwarts letter was received. She opened it anxiously, longing to see her name printed on that piece of parchment. After seeing, "Dear Miss Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Liz tossed the parchment onto the breakfast table and hugged her mother happily, disregarding the rest of the letter. They took her to Diagon Alley that day and bought her school supplies. On September 1st, she waved goodbye to her parents one last time before stepping onto the scarlett steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express, thus beginning her magical education.
Bloodline:
Half-Blood
Appearance:
Elizabeth is not the tallest, but she is fairly tall, standing at 5' 8". She has long brown hair and green eyes that she inherited from her grandmother Lily Evans Potter. She is slender and moves gracefully, you would not suspect her to be good at Quidditch from her appearance, but with her parentage, how could she not be?
Appearance:
Personality:
Elizabeth absolutely adores Quidditch and spends as much time as she can out on the Pitch. She is smart, but no smarter than anyone else, and she makes decent grades. She'd prefer Quidditch Captain to Head Girl any day, but was delighted to receive her prefect badge in her fifth year.
Liz is strong-willed, loyal and very brave, sticking up for anyone being put down and never letting anyone tell her off. She is disciplined, but isn't afraid to break a rule or two, as long as she doesn't get caught. She has a great capacity to love and when she does, she loves with her whole heart. She is fairly popular but she never thinks herself better than others, she has a way of seeing the beauty in other people just like her grandmother did. All of this makes her a great friend and she has many, but only a few are truly close to her.
Roleplay Sample:
[from another site]
She couldn't stop her tears. After weeks of stress building up and depression forcing its way in, Lori was tired of holding it in. Tired of the pain. Tired of the suffering. She needed to control it. The bag was deep in her trunk. It was a normal manicure kit, it had everything you needed to give yourself a good manicure. A nail file, nail clippers... She sat on her four-poster and pulled the curtains shut. Lori held the kit in one hand while she wiped a tear with the other. She nodded trying to convince herself that this would help. She opened the kit and pulled out a rather sharp feeling nail file. She closed her eyes. Then she opened them. She couldn't look, but it wasn't a good idea to do this with her eyes closed. Lori took a deep breath. This wasn't like her but she knew she had changed. It was obvious from her darkening outlook on life to her dark wardrobe. There were bags under her eyes from many nights spent awake, trying desperately to cry herself to sleep, hoping the tears would heal her pain. But she had finally done it, the marks were made and the blood was spilt. The pain was over-whelming. Lori bit her lip and new tears poured relentlessly down her face. She closed the manicure kit with a shaking hand and stifled a sob.
