Post by lily luna potter on Feb 16, 2013 16:10:33 GMT -5
LILYLUNAPOTTER
GRYFFINDOR - FIFTEEN - FOURTH YEAR - MADISEN BEATY
GRYFFINDOR - FIFTEEN - FOURTH YEAR - MADISEN BEATY
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"Hey, It's Lily. If you're reading or listening to this, in however form this story is put out as, keep going. I dare you. Now I've already mentioned my first name but perhaps including my last name might perk up some interest, eh? My name is Lily Potter, the daughter of the one and only Harry Potter, the man who saved the entire Wizarding World. Gee, it's kind of weird to know that if it weren't for my dad we might all be goners. Let's just pray dad doesn't get a big head over this. Right now, though, it isn't about my dad. So, Before we plunge into my whole Merlin's beard, butt ugly story, we'll start with my personality. I've already heard the rumors about me, no need to retell them. You've heard them too? Great...Take those fat, shit eating rumors and throw them in the trash, because I'm not who they say I am! Frankly, I'll be blunt, I'm a whiny, easily angered, stubborn as a mule, feminist believing, really jealous, red head. 'Course, I wouldn't be a Potter if I didn't have a shred of kindness in me, right? I guess I can be caring when needed, I have a strange way of comforting people but it still works, and I'm very loyal. I also have a tendency to become very attached to the ones I loved, that's given me quite a reputation with my brothers' girlfriends. One thing, though, I want to be different from my family. For my whole life, I've been known as "Harry Potter's kid" but I want to be known as "Lily Potter"...Do you even get what I'm saying? I guess, I just want my fame to come from what I do, not from my dad. Well...Enough of this emotional talk, it's giving me a headache. Onto the good gossip: My miserable life. I'm guessing that you already know I'm not a huge optimist, right?"
"Really, I'm not stalling but...Once upon a time my mum would sit my brothers and I down for idle chit chat. Like there was nothing wrong in the world and that she, herself, hadn't experienced, a huge and traumatic war that should have been waking her up with nightmares. Anyways...Mum loved to tell us all this optimistic, spiritual mumbo jumbo stuff. Like, 'Merlin will guide our feet on the right path but it is us that will have to push forward'. Nothing she said was really clear back then. When she finally loosened up and attempted something that actually made sense...She still left me in the dust. Where is this going? Hush, it's part of my story! So, just like that, mum called all three of us, The Trio, The Three Musketeers etc., you know, James, Albus, and I. Well, she kind of sat us down and stared at us real deep and then, just simply told us, 'We all have a tale that we'll be able to tell when we're...Old,' I'd asked her if that included being wrinkly because Grandma was old and wrinkly and she never told us any great stories, yet, mum just looked at me all odd but there was that faintest hint of a smile."
"Today, you'll learn the tale that has yet to be finished. My story that I'll start before I get old and wrinkly."
"And so my tale starts in St. Mungo's Hospital where a baby girl was born to a man named Harry James Potter and my mum, Ginerva Molly Potter (née Weasley) I remember how my mum told me that she was relieved that I was a girl, she obviously didn't want to raise a house full of misfit boys. It's kind of sad that I turned out like them, maybe even worse. Sorry, mum. She also exclaimed that I was the most beautiful baby girl she'd ever laid her eyes on, with flaming red hair like hers and soft brown eyes. I love parents, they sugarcoat things. As the years dragged on, I became older (Without gaining much height, what a pity...) and grew to love my brothers but not enough to spare them from my occasional but (Mostly) harmless hexes. At Godric's Hollow, my home, I grew happily, dragging my brothers into some fairs here and there or some healthy (not) snuggles and bedtime stories. I resent that one, though because whenever I got both Albus and James to read me something, James would try to make up an elaborate story about a superhero named "Jaimes" ("I don't mean me James, it has an 'I' in it anyway, but doesn't he sound like me? All handsome and strong and stuff?") and then Albus would try to simmer him down, I'd have to end up running to my mom and dad to tell them that either James or Albus broke something in my room. See, it wasn't like us siblings didn't like each other, I'm pretty sure we were the most important things to each other (At least, they were and are to me) but we never really got along and mostly fought. Especially Albus and James. Even if Albus really did respect James and just wanted a good brother and brother relationship with him (I'm sure James wanted that too...), they'd end up having to be separated and I'd scold them both in the end."
"So, kiddos, that was my short and boring early life. Later on, I got a bit more 'rebellious'. Remember how I told you that I can get easily jealous? No lie, I ran away from home because of my jealousy! In 2017, my brother, James was shipped off to Hogwarts and he was ecstatic. Of course, he couldn't help but rub it into Albus an I's faces but, hell, that's what I probably would have done too. When James left, I got a bit more rowdy and picked fights with others for no apparent reason. Even Albus couldn't calm me down from my "temper tantrum" and he's like the big peacemaker of the family. When the time for Albus to go to Hogwarts was suddenly only a few weeks away, I guess I kind of bubbled over and ran away. I guess mum and dad didn't expect a run away from their little daughter because all I had to do was sneak out the front door and run. What was I thinking then? If you know me, you would have already guessed it. I was chanting in my head, 'To bloody hell with age! Nobody's stopping me from going to Hogwarts'. Yeah...Jealousy, kind of a dangerous thing when it comes to me. It was then that I discovered both my patronus (My happiest moment) and dementor (Worst. Bloody. 'Effin. Moment. Ever!). So I kind of trekked my way through the streets of England to find King's Cross Station and yes, I know this sounds weird, but my worst memory ever, and the scene I'll see in a dementor is this flock of pigeons attacking me. I got sidetracked by an evil army of pigeons on the way to Kings Cross and now I may or may not try to avoid those little monsters. Somehow, though, I actually made it to Kings Cross when the dementor attacked me and even made me relive the Deadly Attack Of The British Pigeons. Big bully. I remembered right then when my mum taught me to say the Patronus spell but I could never actually do it. Although, it was then when Albus ran towards me (Where the heck did he come from? I have no clue) with mum and dad trailing behind him did I actually cast the spell (Successfully!). Their rescue mission reminded me of their love, (Cheesy and cliche', I know!) but it also got me grounded for a whole month."
"Years past by and I shamelessly teamed up with Albus to pester mum and dad about Hogwarts, ah my older but not eldest dear brother, he's got a heart of gold but can still keep up with my schemes. All we got out of that was some boring old stories (They didn't even tell us about the whole war they fought! Unfair!) and a few letters from James. When it was time for Albus to go, I made him promise that he'd tell me the more interesting facts about Hogwarts. As the good brother he was, he sent me letters almost every week about the amazing school. Finally it was my turn to go and man was I excited! I rushed mum and dad to Kings Cross, practically ran through the barrier, and hopped onto the train that would lead me to the destination I'd literally dreamed of since I was six. On the train, though, I got some recognition for my dad being the "Almighty Savior" which was annoying. The other first years wouldn't go away even if I threatened to punch them in the stomach. Of course, I wouldn't have done that anyway but I still gave them some tongue as they continued to pester me. When we got to Hogwarts I was late to the Start-Of-Term Feast because some few people got in the way so I couldn't change into my robes early enough. Once I had changed, I bolted to the Great Hall just in time to sneak up as the last one in line for the Sorting Hat. When I scanned the crowd of students, I'd cheerfully waved to James and Albus once I spotted them, then walked up to place the Sorting Hat on my head. The first choice for me was Ravenclaw but as soon as I suggested it to the Hat, it denied Ravenclaw quickly and downright said I was too rash and slow. Then it went on to Hufflepuff but, gods forbid, I'd never had that much kindness in me! Next was Slytherin but that one was ruled out too, although I may be harshly blunt and huffy, The Hat insisted that I wasn't a Slytherin."
"'GRYFFINDOR!' it boomed loudly and I hopped down to join the other Gryffindors at the assigned table. The three years that I spent there flew by quickly. I frequently visited Albus to talk with or one of my many cousins or I would 'accidentally' see one of them (Even James) while walking to class. They were all pretty much uneventful and now here's the big whopper. My fourth year at Hogwarts and it better be good. Fingers crossed, I guess..."------------------------------------------------------------------
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ALIAS: Sunny (Well, I go by Kelly too but Sunny is preferred xD)
AGE: 16 (Damn...I always somehow click the wrong year for my birthday on these forums...Kinda pathetic)
TIMEZONE: UTC - 5
EXPERIENCE: Four years
OTHER CHARRIES:NO OTHERS
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:((Taken from another site I've been on, 'Tis mine though :3))
Jane heard the footsteps before she smelt the other vampire. It was rather curious as her smell was supposed to be better than her hearing. Nevertheless, a faint thud, thud sound echoed in her ears as she brushed off the remains of the boulder and stood, her cloak billowing about yet again and briefly, the young vampire wondered if she could just take it off but reminded herself that it was formal attire to be worn as a member of the Volturi so instead, she suffered the heat that it caused and the way it swooshed around her ankles, surely causing a future trip or something. Finally ignoring her cloak for a moment, Jane lifted her head to the sky and curiously furrowed her eyebrows with a slight sniff in the scent's general direction. Idly, her deft fingers played with her hair until, abruptly, her pale fingers clenched around a fistful as her blood red eyes narrowed. The smell of blood was strong on this vampire. A newborn, that was what she thought. Or maybe not. The best she could hope for was an experienced non-veggie vampire because newborns were the hardest to deal with even if they were also the easiest to recruit. Or maybe this vampire was a veggie. Then the blood might be of an animal. It was confusing as many humans scents were mingled with this vampire's and silently, Jane cursed herself for coming to a place where there were so many humans that could easily confuse her smell. Nevertheless, she worked around it skillfully like she always had to do in Italy and found that there was the distinct smell of blood but from human or animal, Jane had yet to figure out. Either way, Jane was on guard. With a soft growl, Jane shifted slightly into a defensive crouch but it almost seemed as if she hadn't moved at all but the changes were evident as the vampire came into view.
The vampire was pale, like all of the vampiric race, and as he stepped into the sun, and without a cloak, his skin was vulnerable to the effects of the sun on vampires. The sun shone brighter ever so slightly and his skin sparkled like it was made of a thousand diamonds. Instead of gaping like a human would do, this just made Jane frown and glance around nervously. If a human were to see...Quickly, Jane threw the newcomer vampire a large cloak from which she had been given from Aro as a spare although it was way too large. The velvety red and black cloak landed on his head and Jane had to stifle her giggles, the only reason why she did was because she realized what she was wearing wasn't far from ridiculous being a velvet (And very itchy) dress of a gold waistband and her mandatory black cloak with her red eyes visible. She probably looked like a cosplay person or something. Realizing how stupid she was, Jane quickly shoved blue contacts on, it was the very least she could do to disguise herself. Hopefully, no human had seen. What would it matter anyway? They'd think she was a cosplay actress or something of those sorts. Studying the make vampire further warily, Jane found that he looked much older than her, around his mid-twenties, with crimson eyes also. A newborn, then? Growling, Jane strode toward him and shoved a pair of murky brown contacts into his hands.
"Wear them, if not, I'll be forced to hurt you," She threatened, low and steady as she stared at the vampire under her long eyelashes with her own blue contacts, She hoped she looked threateningly enough as she didn't want the humans to have the slightest clue of vampires existence even though she'd already messed up earlier. If he was to go parading around with his red eyes in plain site, she's faint and the humans would still know of the vampires. It was always best to take precautions.
"And put the cloak on, there's no where to hide from the sun now. I should have come at night. You should have come at night!" Thus Jane blamed it all on the supposed newborn vampire but then shook her head with an eye roll as she sighed.
"Never mind. Would you spare a few minutes to talk, vampire?" She suggested as the wind blew in to make her cloak billow out as she paced the perimeter of the cliff almost irritably. And she tripped. She knew it was going to happen but she still was unprepared for the fall or the impact of her and the ground's meeting. The wind was blowing her face faintly and before she knew it, her face was pressed against the ground. Even though she was undoubtedly unhurt, she couldn't escape from being unfazed. It wasn't that it physically pained her, it was the concept of falling. It reminded her yet again of why she had come to the cliffs in the first place. In her years of being a vampire, many have tried and failed to make Jane meet the ground, to push her down, literally and metaphorically speaking. It had always resulted badly for the offenders but Bella Cullen, the plague, the bane, of Jane's existence had managed and the girl was just a human. Now, as her eyes stared at the ground, she realized that was where she had fallen. To the ground by the hand of Isabella Swan. Growling loudly, Jane pushed herself up and glared at the other vampire, daring him to comment when her brother's voice rang out.
She should have sensed him, smelt him, but she was too lost in her thoughts and self pity. Disgustingly, Jane lectured herself and demanded for her head to come right back down from the clouds. Now, as her twin brother stood near, she could smell him. Rolling her eyes at Alec's comment, she responded coolly.
"I am not hiding Alec. You can see me fine from where you are standing, yes?" She responded with a haughty flick of her hair while she put up her index finger to signal to the other male to wait one minute.
"And why would I be hiding from those flea carrying mongrels anyway? Are you calling me a coward?" With narrowed eyes, Jane turned back to the male with a huff as she crossed her arms over her chest with an annoyed kind of mood to the simple action.
"If I am to talk to you, or at least interrogate you, I must know your name," She pointed out and waited for his reply while shooting her brother sideways glances with raised eyebrows, like, "Really?".