Post by Isis Lestrange on Dec 28, 2006 1:08:31 GMT -5
Name: Isis Lestrange
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw (Please Slytherin as she is a Lestrange)
Birthday: 26 November
Parents: Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange
History: Isis was born into the ever so famous Lestrange family. Its known for being the one of the purest lines. She is the oldest of four, having two younger sisters and a younger brother.
She was a rather quiet child unless she didn’t get what she wanted. Then she threw a huge fit until she got it. She was, and still is, rather spoiled.
When she went to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin. Like there was any other house that she could possibly be in. She distinctly remembers what the Hat said. “Hmmmmm, a Lestrange I see. Yes, yes. Cunning and manipulative, I see. Talented too. SLYTHERIN!” Her parents were so very proud of her. She missed her parents quite a bit but she was soon distracted by all the work and making new friends. Only the pureblood ones though. It also helped being a Lestrange as people automatically respected her. She was quite popular and has remained so ever since.
In her third year, she noticed the handsome Riddle boy. She immediately marked him as hers but didn’t really try to be more than friends with him. She would patiently bid her time and wait for the right moment. She loved her social status and was quite proud of herself. Isis soon become the ‘Slytherin leader’ for the girls as one might say. She still kept her eye on Riddle but she did date a few other guys.
In her fourth year, something not too good happened for Isis. Someone had snatched up her property. That’s right, some chick went out with Riddle. Normally, Isis would curse that individual. But she decided to be nice instead and just not say anything. So she held all of her jealousy inside and didn’t really tell anyone about her true feelings. She just acted happy like everyone else. Luckily for her, they soon broke up. Isis was incredibly relieved as now Riddle was rightfully hers again. She may have gone out with other guys but she really didn’t pay much attention to them. She was too occupied with making sure any girl who even thought they might like Riddle immediately had a change of mind.
She has gone on through school, growing ever more popular and ever more beautiful. She’s grown in mental and emotional ways and has learned a lot. Now we bring her to her seventh year. Shall we see what this final year shall bring?
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Appearance: Well, let's start with her hair. She's got beautiful blonde hair. She usually has it hanging down around her mid back but has been known to let it grow down to her butt. It's always kept straight and down but she has been known to put it up sometimes. Her hair is one of her favorite features. Always beautiful and flawless. She somehow finds that it is always perfect, never a strand out of place but if she ever does find one then she is sure to fix it straight away. No matter where she is at she will have perfect hair and skin and pretty much everything else. Not that she really cares about her appearance. What you have inside, or don’t in this case, counts more. Somehow, her looks resemble Narcissa, her aunt, and her grandmother, Drusella.
She has a round-shaped face and bright blue eyes. Her eyes express her emotions. When she's happy, a rare thing, they sparkle. When she's angry, they flash. Mostly her sky blue eyes tend to take on a cold expression, almost like rare blue diamonds. She remembers her father once called her Diamond Eyes because of the look she gave him. She has a full mouth with pouty lips. She can usually be found with a cruel smirk and cold, merciless eyes. Unless she’s around her friends or her family. Or Rodolphus. But when she's mad, watch out! Sometimes the glares she sends could cut through stone.
Isis is about medium height, standing at about 5'5". She has long legs and a trim, willowy figure. She is pretty much all developed and has definitely grown into herself. She has pale skin which gives her an almost angelic glow. She has a few scattered freckles but you can't really see them unless you're looking for them.
Isis has one main kinds of style. Classy and sophisticated. Whether she is dressing casual or getting all dressed up, she can manage to pull of anything. Her casual style usually consists of some sort of jeans and a tank top or t-shirt. She doesn’t usually put on a lot of make-up as she really doesn’t need it. She’s pretty enough without. When she dresses up is a different story. If she’s simply going out to dinner with someone or her family then she puts on a skirt and nice top with a bit more make-up than usual. If it’s a party or something though, she has been known to go all out. Socialite parties and school parties are different things though. Socialite parties is where she can be find in incredibly beautiful and expensive dresses and maybe even her hair up. School parties are where she gets to express her more wild side.
Appearance:
Personality: Despite the rumors of Isis Lestrange being all looks and positively no brains, she is actually a very intelligent and cunning person, always waiting to use her wits in order to reach the highest goal possible. Isis is a very manipulative person, and has absolutely no problem with betraying those who trust her in order to get what she wants when she wants it. She considers manipulation as a gift to be used, rather than something that is terribly wrong.
To put it bluntly, Isis is an incredible snob who sees absolutely no problem with looking down on people who are not as well off as she is. She is a believer in the fact that hard work and ‘pulling the proper strings’ will get one far, and has a firm conviction that those who don’t reach her own very high standards have only themselves to blame. She looks down on anyone who isn’t pureblood. Muggle borns and half-bloods are nobody’s to her. She believes that for someone to be important then you have to be pureblood.
Isis sees no problem in being cruel and mean. She will tease and/or ridicule anyone that she wants too. If she pays any attention to mudbloods it’s only to make fun of them. That’s where she finds her entertainment. Teasing people until they get really angry and start yelling at her. Then she curses them. It’s her own little game that she made up. When she’s bored, she can be found lurking the corridors or the grounds playing this little game. She will say just about anything that pops into her pretty little head, even if its rude or mean or cruel. Usually she will try to contain her remarks if she’s talking to a liked family member or a friend. But sometimes she just has to speak her mind, no matter who she’s talking too. This little quirk has gotten her into trouble quite a few times.
Roleplay Sample: (Taken from Future Generations as Isis Lestrange)
The moon shone brightly through the trees. Its bright rays illuminated a figure walking through the woods. Isis had decided to take a nightly stroll, restless and wide awake. She knew she should be sleeping but she couldn’t get her mind to stop thinking. She was too happy to sleep. She smiled more and laughed more and her eyes were brighter. All thanks to Kyle. She felt better, more complete than she ever had. She smiled and proceeded along the grassy path. She wondered if she might see him out here tonight, it was one of his normal haunts. She hoped so, any time spent with him was better than time spent by herself.
That's when she felt someone's cold hand cover her mouth, press a wand to her temple and heard a harsh voce in her ear. "Make one sound and I will kill you." He pressed the wand against her with more pressure. She felt someone grab her hands and tie them together. She struggled and tried to pull away. The guy that had her mouth covered kicked her and she almost fell but managed to stay upright. The guy roughly guided her to a tree and slammed her against it. She glared at him and he slapped her hard across the face. She looked back at him and realized that there was a total of four guys there. Not very good odds. She was then forced to her knees, still leaning against the tree. They bound her to it so she wouldn't be able to escape.
She looked up at them, wondering what they were going to do to her and hoping that what she was thinking was wrong. The guy who seemed to be the leader smirked. "Before we start, you can thank Abraxas Malfoy for all of this." He said. It really wasn't Abraxas's plan, they were just saying that so they wouldn't get in trouble. The Malfoy boy would. All four boys then proceeded to kick, punch, and abuse her. She cried out in pain as they violently continued their attack. There was nothing she could do to stop them, she was bound to the tree and at their mercy. When they had finally had their fun, the leader looked down at her. "I wouldn't even try to call for help. No one will be able to hear you anyways." He smirked and they all left, laughing. She whimpered softly, she had gotten many bruises and cuts from their beating.
She felt helpless, scared, and cold. She closed her eyes and a single tear slid down her cheek. Soon that one tear turned to two then three and soon she was crying softly into the night. She knew no one was out there, no one would come and help her. She let her head hang, her black hair fell forward. She was losing hope. Fast.
Age: 16
Year: 6th
House: Slytherin, Ravenclaw (Please Slytherin as she is a Lestrange)
Birthday: 26 November
Parents: Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange
History: Isis was born into the ever so famous Lestrange family. Its known for being the one of the purest lines. She is the oldest of four, having two younger sisters and a younger brother.
She was a rather quiet child unless she didn’t get what she wanted. Then she threw a huge fit until she got it. She was, and still is, rather spoiled.
When she went to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin. Like there was any other house that she could possibly be in. She distinctly remembers what the Hat said. “Hmmmmm, a Lestrange I see. Yes, yes. Cunning and manipulative, I see. Talented too. SLYTHERIN!” Her parents were so very proud of her. She missed her parents quite a bit but she was soon distracted by all the work and making new friends. Only the pureblood ones though. It also helped being a Lestrange as people automatically respected her. She was quite popular and has remained so ever since.
In her third year, she noticed the handsome Riddle boy. She immediately marked him as hers but didn’t really try to be more than friends with him. She would patiently bid her time and wait for the right moment. She loved her social status and was quite proud of herself. Isis soon become the ‘Slytherin leader’ for the girls as one might say. She still kept her eye on Riddle but she did date a few other guys.
In her fourth year, something not too good happened for Isis. Someone had snatched up her property. That’s right, some chick went out with Riddle. Normally, Isis would curse that individual. But she decided to be nice instead and just not say anything. So she held all of her jealousy inside and didn’t really tell anyone about her true feelings. She just acted happy like everyone else. Luckily for her, they soon broke up. Isis was incredibly relieved as now Riddle was rightfully hers again. She may have gone out with other guys but she really didn’t pay much attention to them. She was too occupied with making sure any girl who even thought they might like Riddle immediately had a change of mind.
She has gone on through school, growing ever more popular and ever more beautiful. She’s grown in mental and emotional ways and has learned a lot. Now we bring her to her seventh year. Shall we see what this final year shall bring?
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Appearance: Well, let's start with her hair. She's got beautiful blonde hair. She usually has it hanging down around her mid back but has been known to let it grow down to her butt. It's always kept straight and down but she has been known to put it up sometimes. Her hair is one of her favorite features. Always beautiful and flawless. She somehow finds that it is always perfect, never a strand out of place but if she ever does find one then she is sure to fix it straight away. No matter where she is at she will have perfect hair and skin and pretty much everything else. Not that she really cares about her appearance. What you have inside, or don’t in this case, counts more. Somehow, her looks resemble Narcissa, her aunt, and her grandmother, Drusella.
She has a round-shaped face and bright blue eyes. Her eyes express her emotions. When she's happy, a rare thing, they sparkle. When she's angry, they flash. Mostly her sky blue eyes tend to take on a cold expression, almost like rare blue diamonds. She remembers her father once called her Diamond Eyes because of the look she gave him. She has a full mouth with pouty lips. She can usually be found with a cruel smirk and cold, merciless eyes. Unless she’s around her friends or her family. Or Rodolphus. But when she's mad, watch out! Sometimes the glares she sends could cut through stone.
Isis is about medium height, standing at about 5'5". She has long legs and a trim, willowy figure. She is pretty much all developed and has definitely grown into herself. She has pale skin which gives her an almost angelic glow. She has a few scattered freckles but you can't really see them unless you're looking for them.
Isis has one main kinds of style. Classy and sophisticated. Whether she is dressing casual or getting all dressed up, she can manage to pull of anything. Her casual style usually consists of some sort of jeans and a tank top or t-shirt. She doesn’t usually put on a lot of make-up as she really doesn’t need it. She’s pretty enough without. When she dresses up is a different story. If she’s simply going out to dinner with someone or her family then she puts on a skirt and nice top with a bit more make-up than usual. If it’s a party or something though, she has been known to go all out. Socialite parties and school parties are different things though. Socialite parties is where she can be find in incredibly beautiful and expensive dresses and maybe even her hair up. School parties are where she gets to express her more wild side.
Appearance:
Personality: Despite the rumors of Isis Lestrange being all looks and positively no brains, she is actually a very intelligent and cunning person, always waiting to use her wits in order to reach the highest goal possible. Isis is a very manipulative person, and has absolutely no problem with betraying those who trust her in order to get what she wants when she wants it. She considers manipulation as a gift to be used, rather than something that is terribly wrong.
To put it bluntly, Isis is an incredible snob who sees absolutely no problem with looking down on people who are not as well off as she is. She is a believer in the fact that hard work and ‘pulling the proper strings’ will get one far, and has a firm conviction that those who don’t reach her own very high standards have only themselves to blame. She looks down on anyone who isn’t pureblood. Muggle borns and half-bloods are nobody’s to her. She believes that for someone to be important then you have to be pureblood.
Isis sees no problem in being cruel and mean. She will tease and/or ridicule anyone that she wants too. If she pays any attention to mudbloods it’s only to make fun of them. That’s where she finds her entertainment. Teasing people until they get really angry and start yelling at her. Then she curses them. It’s her own little game that she made up. When she’s bored, she can be found lurking the corridors or the grounds playing this little game. She will say just about anything that pops into her pretty little head, even if its rude or mean or cruel. Usually she will try to contain her remarks if she’s talking to a liked family member or a friend. But sometimes she just has to speak her mind, no matter who she’s talking too. This little quirk has gotten her into trouble quite a few times.
Roleplay Sample: (Taken from Future Generations as Isis Lestrange)
The moon shone brightly through the trees. Its bright rays illuminated a figure walking through the woods. Isis had decided to take a nightly stroll, restless and wide awake. She knew she should be sleeping but she couldn’t get her mind to stop thinking. She was too happy to sleep. She smiled more and laughed more and her eyes were brighter. All thanks to Kyle. She felt better, more complete than she ever had. She smiled and proceeded along the grassy path. She wondered if she might see him out here tonight, it was one of his normal haunts. She hoped so, any time spent with him was better than time spent by herself.
That's when she felt someone's cold hand cover her mouth, press a wand to her temple and heard a harsh voce in her ear. "Make one sound and I will kill you." He pressed the wand against her with more pressure. She felt someone grab her hands and tie them together. She struggled and tried to pull away. The guy that had her mouth covered kicked her and she almost fell but managed to stay upright. The guy roughly guided her to a tree and slammed her against it. She glared at him and he slapped her hard across the face. She looked back at him and realized that there was a total of four guys there. Not very good odds. She was then forced to her knees, still leaning against the tree. They bound her to it so she wouldn't be able to escape.
She looked up at them, wondering what they were going to do to her and hoping that what she was thinking was wrong. The guy who seemed to be the leader smirked. "Before we start, you can thank Abraxas Malfoy for all of this." He said. It really wasn't Abraxas's plan, they were just saying that so they wouldn't get in trouble. The Malfoy boy would. All four boys then proceeded to kick, punch, and abuse her. She cried out in pain as they violently continued their attack. There was nothing she could do to stop them, she was bound to the tree and at their mercy. When they had finally had their fun, the leader looked down at her. "I wouldn't even try to call for help. No one will be able to hear you anyways." He smirked and they all left, laughing. She whimpered softly, she had gotten many bruises and cuts from their beating.
She felt helpless, scared, and cold. She closed her eyes and a single tear slid down her cheek. Soon that one tear turned to two then three and soon she was crying softly into the night. She knew no one was out there, no one would come and help her. She let her head hang, her black hair fell forward. She was losing hope. Fast.
