Post by Angel Terov on Jun 27, 2013 0:23:47 GMT -7
TEROV, ANGEL DIMITRIA
“VIOLENCE BRINGS WITH IT A GREAT DEAL OF WEALTH AND KNOWLEDGE”[/font][/center]
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone[/color][/size]
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[/center]FULL NAME. Angel Dimitria Terov
NICKNAMES.
Angel
BIRTHDATE.
August 24th
AGE
Eighteen
BLOOD
pure
POSITION DESIRED
Death Eather
CANON OR ORIGINAL? original
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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets[/color][/size]
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[/center]HAIR&EYES
Chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT
5’6” & 138lbs
FACE CLAIM
Victoria Beckham, I checked!
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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban [/color][/size]
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[/center]WAND
Cedar, Wolf’s fang, 6”, bendable
LIKES
1) Studying people
2) Staying awake for days at a time
3) Learning complicated dark magic
4) Cleaning meticulously
5) Getting things done, thoroughly
6) Bubble baths
7) Alone time
DISLIKES
1) Loud people
2) Crowds
3) Clutter, messy rooms
4) Those who procrastinate
5) She despises being put in charge of others because they will never measure up to her standards.
6) Food, it’s all so messy
7) Stuck up witches/wizards
BOGGART
Most of all Angel fears failure, so her boggart would take on the form of a large bear.
MIRROR OF ERISED
Angel’s biggest desire is to not have to work for perfection any more. She wants to be utterly alone where she is no longer under the microscope of others.
PATRONUS
Angel’s patronus, though she has never conjured it, is a rabbit. Rabbits are very light on their feet, swift, and very thorough.
PERSONALITY
Angel is a quiet one. You know, that one quiet person that is always watching others. And when they finally speak, it becomes apparent that they know everyone around them far better than anyone else. That is Angel. Because of her silence she was very studious during her years in Hogwarts and excelled in all of her classes. The one area where her skills lacked was in the line of making friends. Social activities were nearly impossible, she felt much more comfortable alone with her magic. Angel was for sure an odd one, but oh she sure was a bright one.
Along with being quiet and very intelligent came much teasing during her years at school. The torture she endured at Hogwarts helped brew the growing anger inside the quiet young woman. Her parents’ drive had rubbed off on her, she had become a very determined individual and would not stop until she finished whatever she put her mind to.
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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.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire[/color][/size]
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[/center]BIRTHPLACE
Russia
CHILDREN
None
PARENTS names, ages, jobs, former houses.
Abigail Terov, 49, Death Eater, Slytherin & Tanner Terov, 54, Death Eater, Slytherin
SIBLINGS None
OTHER None
HISTORY
Angel’s very strict parents brought her up in a very regimented magical household. From the time that she was very young they taught her to obey any command she was given and to be very ruthless. Although they did everything right it took many many years for their daughter to shown any signs of possessing magical abilities, so they thought. The great importance that her parents placed on her performance made Angel very nervous w hen it came to showing her abilities to them, she was constantly afraid that her powers would not be refined enough for her parents’ liking. It took her five years to finally tell her parents, all the while she had been practicing in secret.
At school she did very well in her classes, particularly the history of the wizarding world. Angel possessed a great ability for paying attention to every little detail in the world around her. This made her grades soar and her performance in class excel with ease. Once she had finished school there was no returning home to her family, they wouldn’t allow her to come home without some sort of achievement. They were all too proud when she revealed her Dark Mark to them after several months of avoiding their presence. She’d found this new position to be her calling. Angel loved the dark arts and how powerful they made her feel.
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban[/color][/size]
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[/center]NAME/ALIAS Calix
OTHER CHARACTERS Gabriel Lowe
RP EXPERIENCE? seven years
RP SAMPLE.
The silk sheets of her bed were no longer entertaining as she laid across her bed on her stomach. Her dark colored silk robe had fallen from her shoulders and pulled up high on her thighs from her constant resituating to make herself comfortable. Being dead had its perks, but it did nothing for the humanistic crave for rest that she still possessed. Her pale blue eyes rest motionlessly on the crack below her door which permitted only a sliver of light to seep through. The golden light cast under the door from the dim hall lights, after all, this floor wasn’t too keen on keeping up the electric bill, crept across the maroon carpet. Smart idea, maroon carpet for the floor full of blood fiends.
The noises from the hallway roused her from her limbo-like state. No, they weren’t coming from the hallway, it was someone coming up the stairwell. There weren’t too many residents on this floor at the current time, and the sounds were unfamiliar. It wasn’t the sluggish gait of the maintenance man in the room next to hers, nor was it the tall slender beauty across the hall. Abi sat up straight and pulled her robe closed across her bare body, tying it off in a knot so that her pale skin was well hidden. When she crawled across the wide bed and reached the opposite edge a surge hit her head like a crashing wave. She wasn’t feeling well and assumed it was time for a drink. Being a very young vampire she was still not accustomed to the taste of human blood. Whoever had carried her up to her room had been kind enough to bring her a bucket filled with ice and a bottle of the thick red sustenance that she needed so dearly. Her nimble fingers pulled the stained cork with ease and poured herself a generous glass of the thick liquid, nearly filling it to the brim. She took the glass from her night table and for only the second time since she had come to the manor she turned the handle to her door. The dim light that had been intruding only ever so slightly from below the door was now washing over her, nearly drowning her in a sea of blindness. Abi’s bare feet shuffled across the carpet as she stepped out into the middle of the hallway, wine glass in hand. There was no need to stress over her skimpy attire as it would only be a bother to dress herself properly before visiting the hall way. She raised her glass to her lips and sipped at the chilled liquid, it stung her throat in the slightest as she swallowed it. ”Hello? Is someone there?” Abi’s young voice held itself, it was thick and beautifully toned. Her knees met each other in slight nervousness as she stood just beyond her doorway peering down either end of the seemingly empty hallway. Someone was there, she’d heard them. And vampire ears don’t tell lies.
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