Locke, Angeline (Done)

[Angeline Locke]

LOCKE, ANGELINE REGINA

“ONE PERSON'S CRAZY, IS ANOTHER PERSON'S REALITY.”

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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.

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FULL NAME. Angeline Regina Locke
NICKNAMES. Ange, Angie, Blondie
BIRTHDATE. March 13, 1844
AGE 17
BLOOD Pure
HOUSE PREFERENCE Slytherin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original

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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

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HAIR&EYES She has blond hair that waves down to the middle of her back, with plenty of highlights and lowlights. Her eyes are mostly a forest green which darkens in some places seeming nearly to be black streaks.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT Angeline is rather short, to her extreme distaste, standing at only 5'3''. She weighs about 132 lbs, being rather slim, but having enough curves to not be flat.
FACE CLAIM Claire Holt

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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.

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WAND Austrailian Blackwood, manticore hair, 11 ½ inches, springy
LIKES
partying
bossing people around
revenge
making bad decisions
“sticking it to the man”
sweets
shopping
hunting
"Old South" mannerisms
DISLIKES
kiss ups
know-it-alls
bad hair days
having nothing to do
most people
lack of control
no power
the States
BOGGART Her biggest fear is to die at someone else's hands. She has evaded death for this long. If the time ever comes that she is ready to die, she wants it to be in her control. She absolutely cannot allow someone else to control her fate.
MIRROR OF ERISED More than anything, Angeline wants to have a life where her vampirism doesn't get in her way.
PATRONUS The fox. It's beautiful but very crafty.
PERSONALITY
Angeline is, simply put, a survivalist. Her petite, dancer's body and her blond girl appearance make her look to be very nonthreatening. However, that's exactly what she wants everyone to think. If Angeline were a muggle, she would be classified as a grade A actress. This little blond ball of fire is one person around her parents, and a totally different person around everyone else. Angeline is polite, respectful, and even treats her elders with reverence in the company of her parents. She spoke only when spoken to, and had the most perfect manners. The way every respectable pure-blood child should act. However, as they say, when the parents are away, the children will play. In a good mood, she could be one of the most fun people anyone could ever meet. She lives up to her hair color as being a huge party girl. On the other hand, in a bad mood, she's even the devil's worst nightmare. Angeline is one girl that you just don't want to get on the bad side of.

Angeline is strong in quidditch, but that is because she has perfected the abilities needed to play. Angeline had always been a good flier. She is good at most dark arts spells considering her parents were heavy into that type of magic. Also, Angeline has a uniqueness about her that few others do. She has ADHD (attention deficit hyperactive disorder). She's used it many times in duels and when playing quidditch. It allows her to have faster reflexes in a battle, and she rarely misses anything. Her ADHD is also a weakness. It's hard for her to concentrate on one thing for too long, and she is easily distracted. Angeline has a bit of a temper as well. It's really easy for someone to work her last nerve and make her practically blind with rage. She has a problem controlling her emotions. Also, if there is one subject in school that is her absolute worst, it's Divination. She has no time for attempting the guesswork, and it holds no merit for her. True to her female form, Angeline has a habit of playing with her hair. Constantly. She's either twirling her fingers in it, putting it up, putting it down, braiding it, etc. It's something to keep her hands busy.

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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.

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BIRTHPLACE outside of Atlanta, Georgia, USA
PARENTS Gabriel Lockeford, Father, 37, Department of Magical Games and Sports, Slytherin
Kali Lockeford, Mother, 36, International Magical Relations, School in Spain
SIBLINGS Miguel Locke, older brother, missing
OTHER N/A
HISTORY
March 13, 1844. Kali Locke was rushed to the nearest hospital by her husband Gabriel because nine months of waiting had culminated into what was currently happening. They were finally giving birth to their baby girl. Six hours later, they held their perfect blond haired, green eyed baby. It was a truly magical day. After that, Kali made a vow to spoil her little princess like the royalty they were. Anything her baby asked her, she received. Just like with their older son Miguel, Kali was to decide the name of the baby. She was adamant on this because the children would already receive their father's last name, she thought it was only fair. She decided on the name Angelina Regina. The Spanish translation was 'queen angel'. Angelina was spoiled beyond all belief, by her mother anyway.

Though her father loved her dearly for being his daughter, and he already had his boy, he was still sort of cold. He was a pureblood, plantation owner. This made Gabriel into a stern businessman, as well as a very proper pureblood father. Being the younger sister of a pureblood boy who had no brothers, Angeline had to do a lot of things that he did. She had to fly, and learn how to play quidditch with her brother. She even wrestled with her brother from time to time. That was until it was time for her father decided it was time to behave like a young lady, and her brother was gearing up to go to magic school. That promptly ended her wrestling and quidditch-playing days.

Her father had never been more proud of his daughter than the day that she showed her first sign of magic. It was her 3rd birthday, and as per usual, she was throwing a spoiled tantrum. From what her father tells of the story, the cake didn't please the young princess. Maybe it was the wrong flavor, or it was the wrong color. Whatever the reason, Angelina became very very upset. The anger sparked her magic, and the cake was lifted off the table. Then it was hurled at her mother's white wall. Frosting spattered the entirety of the room, and small holes from where the candles were stuck.

Soon it was time for Mommy and Daddy's little princess to grow up. As her brother was shipped off to magic school, she had to stay home with her mother and the other witches of the area. She learned how to read and write. She displayed proper manners, etiquette, and her proper place in polite society. She learned how to deal with men and with the slaves. The only reason they even had slaves on a magical plantation was because, after the Salem Witch Trials, magical people were a lot more careful with displays. Her mother was big on a reward system. When Angelina would do something right, she was rewarded with a pretty new dress, hat, gloves, pet, and things of the like. Her father on the other had was more of a disciplinarian. If she did something wrong, said the wrong thing, addressed someone he wrong way, she was punished. On a few occasions, it was punishment as severe as the Cruciatus curse.

Unfortunately, growing up meant that the war was getting closer. The American Civil War. Even though that muggles were the ones fighting, there was a small faction of wizards who got in on the carnage. Just like the muggles, the wizard population were in sync with the ideals of the area. After all, house elves, slaves; they shared a lot of the same values and principles. That was when she lost her brother. Angelina, who was nineteen at the time, saw her brother get hit with a cursed lead bullet. Soldiers couldn't used their wands in public for fear of being seen, but they sure could use magic on the muggle weapons. Her father pulled her away from the fight. When she went back for the body, it was gone. It was then that her father knew it was time to leave the Americas before they lost another child.

Before the Lockeford's could board the ship that would sail them back to the old world, their only child was lost... in a manner of speaking. A few days after the loss of her brother, Angelina held a private ceremony for him between the main house, and the house elves living quarters where his favorite tree was. There was no body to bury in the cemetery, and everyone chalked it up to the casualties of war, but Angelina couldn't handle it. She placed a few rocks together, and carved his name on them with her wand. While she was out there, in the dark, she was completely unaware that something was watching her. Before she could register what had happened, someone came up behind her and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and one held her face. He bit into his own wrist, and shoved it into her mouth. Angelina could feel his disgustingly warm blood slide down her throat, and she gagged a little. She felt his breath on her cheek. He whisper in her ear that he was doing this for her own good. In her confusion she barely had time to process that the mystery man bit into her neck before he sucked her almost completely dry. Angelina Regina Lockeford's dead body lay on the makeshift grave of her brother.

A few hours later her eyes flickered open. The sun hadn't come up yet, she she couldn't have been dead for more than four hours. Panicked, she ran back into the Big House, and jumped into bed. She tried to fall asleep and forget that it was all just one big nightmare, but she couldn't. The next morning, the day they were to board the ship, she walked into her bathroom and looked in her mirror. She noticed her skin looked a lot more porcelain than normal. She had a massive headache and her gums were aching. The blond looked at her neck, but there was nothing there. The only thing she could do was ignore it. Pretend it never happened. The three of them boarded the ship, and Angelina was in more and more pain by the hour. After sundown, she couldn't take it anymore. She took her first life. She was now a full-fledged vampire.

Angelina never got a good look at the vampire who turned her, but that really didn't matter anymore. As she killed more and more of the crew, her mother and father eventually put two and two together. Luckily, they weren't repulsed. Being their only live (sort of) child, they decided to help her, to teach her. They wanted to teach her how to hunt, to cover her tracks, to make sure she could hide. The three remaining Lockefords continued their lives in her grandparents', Titus and Rosemary's, manor in Lincolnshire. That was until Gabriel and Kali died. Gabriel went first in 1869 at the age of 49. Kali didn't last long after him and she died in 1870 at the age of 50. After the funeral of her mother, she couldn't bear to live in the manor anymore. She moved to Spain. The island of Tenerife in the Canary Islands to be more exact.

Her maternal grandparents, Catalina and Santiago de Espinosa, left their house to the family. For the next ten years, Angelina holed herself up on the island away from anyone and anything else. As a vampire, everything she felt and experienced hit her ten times harder. The grief of loosing her entire family settled in, and nearly destroyed her. It was at that time that she decided she just couldn't stand to be Angelina Lockeford anymore, but she couldn't let herself go completely. She changed her name to simply Angeline, and shortened her surname to just Locke. Finally, something in her snapped. She woke up one morning, and realized that she was hiding on an island with a volcano that is summer all year around. She was a vampire. She needed to survive. That's what her mother and father would have wanted. Living in a place where walking outside could kill her made her realize she needed to find a way to fix that problem.

She figured that the best place to look for a spell, potion, or object that could, at least, ease her little sunlight pains would be somewhere old. It had to be some kind of ancient, long forgotten magic she was dealing with. Other wise, vampires would be free to walk wherever and whenever they pleased. No problem. Since they weren't, the magic must still be forgotten somewhere. The best place to start would be somewhere where the history goes back for forever. Off of the top of her head where places like Italy, Germany, Greece, and Egypt. Egypt would probably be her best bet, but since she couldn't exactly go to a dessert, her first stop would be Italy.

She knew of an old library there. I mean what better way to find information that they wanted to save than a library. Always under the cover of night, heavy clouds, or inclimate weather, anything to really cover the sun, she made her way to Italy. There were two big libraries in Italy, Rome and Florence. She doubted they would keep that kind of information in Rome, but Florence would be much easier to hide. Plus there was always some kind of secret magical addition to most important buildings. She headed to Florence to find the Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale di Firenze. There was a magical part of the library, obviously the muggles didn't know about it. It was below the main part, down a secret passage.

She looked down there for two days before she met anyone that could help her. There was a boy there. His name was Ceasario, Ceasario de Luca. He was a half-blood wizard working on his final paper for graduation from whatever school he came from. She figured he would be of some use to her, but one night while they were working late, something came over Angeline. She hadn't fed in weeks because of the odds hours and the travel. It was a paper cut, a simple paper cut. She just had a whiff of the blood. That was the end of Ceasario. She watched his ghost leave his body, and there it remained with his beloved books. She couldn't stand the sight of what she had done, so she left. Once Angeline got some fresh air, she knew she couldn't stop. It was a mistake and she had to let it go. That's exactly what she did, she let it go on the way to her next stop. Greece

She really wanted to check out the Library at Alexandria. Unfortunately she couldn't exactly go to Egypt with the sun on her tail. The next best thing would be the National Library of Greece. Just like in Italy, there were a number of secret passages and hidden doorways that only someone with a wand could know it was there. There were a few Grecian wizards, and a ghost or two floating around, but after two weeks of picking the library apart she still couldn't find anything. She became so frustrated that she went out to one of the pubs. In Greece in 1882, wizards and muggles mixed together more freely. They didn't know that they were relaxing with wizards, but they were all together. Outside of a pub called The Chimera, Angeline chowed down on one of the muggles that happened to walk out. He screamed, and that attracted five more wizards. This put her into an even more frenzied state. None of them were able to walk out of that square.

She knew she couldn't stay in Greece anymore, and she had to move on. She moved north from Greece, and into Bulgaria. From there, on into Romania. While there, the vampire had to make a stop in Transylvania. It was a sort of joke to her, one of those things every vampire had to do even if it was silly. The muggle story of Vlad Drakul was very real, even if they didn't believe it. She went there, found his castle, and found the man himself. He was very handsome for an old man. Then again, she was old herself. Angeline ended up staying fifteen years in Transylvania with Vlad. By the time she left Transylvania, it was 1898, two years from the end of the century. Something in Angeline made her feel... homesick. She made her way back to the house on Tenerife.

The century was about to turn, and for nearly two years, she sat in the house and thought about the last fifty years of her life. She was born on a plantation, lost her brother to the civil war, became a vampire, lost her parents, and hunted down a cure for the sunlight curse. She lost everyone, and she was still homesick. She had to go back to the States. She had to, but she couldn't go back to the South. She couldn't make herself. That didn't mean she couldn't go back to the North. They were practically different countries, to her still anyway. She made up her mind. Angeline was going to go to the North. Maybe being on the same soil would make her feel better. The blonde waited for the new century to come before she made her departure.

Industrialization was going on all over the world in that first decade, but no time ever seemed like the best time to go back to the land where she lost everything. Then in 1911, she heard of a ship being built. It was a ship that was going to beat out everything she had ever been on before. They were to set sail on April 10th of the following year. She decided that if she had to go back to make herself feel better, it might as well be in the newest luxury. New dress styles, new attitudes, new manners. It ought to be an interesting ride to say the least. She boarded the RMS Titanic, unsure if she really even wanted to go back to the States at all. It was a fun voyage, full of parties and interesting people, until the iceberg. The “Ship of Dreams” became one of nightmares as it clipped the side of the iceberg, and began to sink. Angeline was a vampire, so there was no chance of her dying on a sinking ship. She made her way to fallen debris. Ange was one of the “lucky ones” saved from the icy waters. No one ever thought that maybe the temperature didn't bother her at all.

They finally saw land in New York. Her survival, along with the others, was celebrated. It was the news of the year. Of the decade really. Other than the sinking of a ship, nothing much happened, but that's where she stayed. Angeline landed in New York, and she didn't travel much further out than the New England area. Occasionally she would go to Chicago, but never any farther south. There was no way she was getting anywhere near the Mason Dixon line. Then the decade turned into the twenty, soon to be known as the “Roarin' '20's”. That's when things got a lot more fun. The clothes changed drastically, and she even cut her hair. It was a time that became ten years of fog, dizziness, and booze. Looking back on it, she couldn't remember anything outside of the veil of jazz and alcohol.

In 1929, around October, Angeline packed up and left the States. She was not going to spend any time in a land going through a Depression. Unfortunately, not long after she came back to Europe, a man named Adolf came to power in Germany. It wasn't that bad, until he started killing people. As soon as the Depression was over, Ange high-tailed it back to the States. He was killing a hell of a lot of people in Europe. It wouldn't have been a problem her if he hadn't gotten other countries involved. It would be very poor taste for some sad soldier to try and kill her, only to find out he can't. There was a large pro-war idea going on, and as long as she blended in, no one thought any different from her. Time moved way faster in the new century than it used to. Now, people were flying, dropping bombs that could destroy entire countries. The muggle world was becoming a lot more dangerous than wizards ever were.

It was still too dangerous to go back to Europe, so she was stuck in the States until further notice. The fifties came, and everyone was trying to find what they thought was the “American Dream.” The sixties were way more fun though. Everyone was so accepting, loving, and mostly high as a kite. By the time the seventies rolled around, it was time for her to get back to her mission. She still needed something to save her from the sun. She boarded a plane for the first time in her life, and made her way back to Europe. France more specifically. Turns out, that was also a very bad idea. Angeline had been so out of touch with the wizarding world in Europe that she didn't realize she was walking right into the proverbial dark ages. Lord Voldemort was wreaking havoc on the entire country. Of course that made things a lot easier for her. She didn't have to hide as much, and if she killed anyone, it wasn't questioned. That's when she made her way back to England.

Then the baby was born. The baby who stopped him. Out of sheer curiosity, she enrolled herself in Hogwarts. That's what brought her to the school in the first place. She laid low. Never came to his attention. Of course, she did make a few good friends along the way. It was the first time in a very long time that she felt any shred of happiness. The only problem was that, if history served, she was going to lose them. The people who made her so happy were going to die eventually. She couldn't take anymore pain. She had to leave before things became any worse. She left the United Kingdom for a second time to hide on the island. Twenty years had passed before a mistake came to her attention. She was so happy that she never bothered to even search the Hogwarts library for what she needed. So before she goes anywhere else, she had to come back to Hogwarts, and finally find her answer.

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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

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NAME/ALIAS Angie
OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP EXPERIENCE? about 4 years now
RP SAMPLE.

The green patent-leather, peep-toe pumps clicked on the floor in a fast trepidation. If it were to pick up any velocity, the wearer would have been running. In fact, Angeline was practically running. She was running away from the scene of the crime with blood on her hands, literally. In her ears, she could hear the jingling of her metal earrings, and it was almost like encouragement to move faster. Thankfully she was already in dungeons, so holding her hands out in front of her wasn't such a big deal. It was rare that you ever met anyone just walking around the dungeons. If you did, it was probably a Slytherin, and then it wouldn't much matter. There was a slight stitch in her side underneath her right rib, and her breathing felt like it was cutting into the back of her throat.

Finally she reached a section of the miles of blank wall in the dungeons that she needed. Mumbling the password, she slipped in through the smallest crack she could. Once inside, Ange rested against the wall, closed her eyes, and then took a breath. After only about a second or two, she was on the move again. This time, her destination was towards the lavatory in her dorm room. She threw her hands into the sink and turned on the water to where it was splashing everywhere. Furiously, she scrubbed and scrubbed till her hands were raw to get the blood off of her. Some of it was still in a liquid state, so it stained her hands, and some of it was dry which was hard to scrape off.

As she stood there trying to get rid of the evidence, she thought about what it was she had done. It wasn't really her fault. People should know not to tick her off. Not that she was feeling any remorse whatsoever. Those two idiots deserved what she did to them. Angeline was a princess, and that much was completely obvious. If you couldn't tell that she had that royal air about her then you lived under a rock. She was also just as proud as any royal would be. The two Gryffindors had just gotten on her bad side, then they attempted to use her ADHD against her. Distracting her and just generally driving her up the wall. There is only so much control that Angeline had, and she even surprised herself by keeping it that long. Soon though she had them both on their backs, her hands around one of their throats while the other one was bleeding profusely from all of the gashes. After the first one had passed out, she couldn't remember how she got the other's blood, but now she looked like one of the little red monsters from children's nightmares.

She looked down at her hands. They were clean, except for the red tinge on her skin. That could easily just be from hot water and rubbing them together so much. Of course, she didn't think that maybe there was a bit of blood in other places. She breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to go back into the common room. There were far too many people for her to relax after the stressful encounter she just had. Slowly so as not to draw more attention to herself than she already always had, she crept out of the common room, and left the dungeons. Subconsciously, she avoided the corridor that was no doubt still flooded with people, and went the long way around. She needed to find a place where she could calm her heart rate, and allow for the blood to stop rushing. Eventually, she found herself on the seventh floor, pacing.

The green-eyed blond hadn't thought about coming directly to the Room of Requirement, but as soon as a mahogany door appeared, she figured it was probably the best place. The room opened to reveal a lot of ebony, cushy furniture. It was really rather elegant, and the emerald fire made things seem cozy. Now, it seemed perfect to her, but to any sane person, it probably looked like a dressed up torture chamber. She fell over the armrest of the nearest love seat, and lay there with her feet dangling over the arm.

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