QUIGG, Alice Marlene

[Alice Quigg]

QUIGG, ALICE MARLENE

“FOR THERE IS MUCH DARKNESS DISGUISED BY THE LIGHT”

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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

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FULL NAME. Alice Marlene Quigg

NICKNAMES. May, Ally

BIRTHDATE. November 4th

AGE 23

BLOOD pure

POSITION DESIRED Death Eater

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

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HAIR&EYES Dark green eyes that always seem to be too reflective with deep green rings. Naturally blonde hair with a reddish tint in the right lights.

HEIGHT&WEIGHT 5’4” & 154lbs

FACE CLAIM Scarlett Johansson, she’s available I checked..

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

- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

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WAND Oak, hair of Balam, 9 ½” , sturdy

LIKES Cherry wine, cats, magic, children, parties, being praised, boys, boys, boys

DISLIKES Muggles, Debbie downers, mudbloods, werewolves, early mornings, prudes, rules

BOGGART Alice fears that she will miss out on something if she is lazy, her boggart is that of a Snake. Snakes can move silently without detection and kill one without any warning.

MIRROR OF ERISED She desires to be the center of everything, to be the most important being there.

PATRONUS Her patronus, like her, is a fox to embody her cunning abilities and wit.

PERSONALITY Alice is a very quiet young woman when she needs to be. Otherwise she is the center of the room and most definitely in charge. She is the first to volunteer for almost anything when it comes to fulfilling the Dark Lord’s wishes. Her smile is daring and her charisma can certainly make even the most beautiful of women feel disgruntled. Alice is one of the “leave no glass half full” type of gal when it comes to parties.

Despite her loud mouth and eccentric ways there is a positive side to everyone knowing who you are. She knows everything about anyone who is anyone important and is a wealth of information when it comes time for the Dark Lord to ask questions of the Death Eaters. Her devilish smile can break the most dedicated of wizards into spilling their darkest secrets.

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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

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BIRTHPLACE Paisley, Scotland

SPOUSE Single

CHILDREN None, yet

SIBLINGS Single Child

OTHER Her mother, Cherish Ja’an, was also a Death Eater under the Dark Lord’s eye.

HISTORY Alice grew up in Scotland in her mother’s home in a small town called Paisley. Her father was present and lived in their home for the early years of her childhood but left abruptly just before her ninth birthday. Cherish, being a Death Eater was often called away at random though she took Alice with her when she was able. Young Alice encountered many of history’s famous Death Eaters without any recognition of the fact, to her they were just family.

When she showed signs of magical ability it was no shock to her mother, for Cherish had been teaching the young child spells and potions for years, simple things of course. But nonetheless, when Alice was sent away to Hogwarts she was very well prepared and excelled in her classes quickly. She made friends just as any other child would at a boarding school though she was labeled as “odd” or a “weirdo” by some of her fellow classmates. Alice thought nothing of the names the other children called her. Upon graduation she became an apprentice until she finally received her Dark Mark and joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. Life, for Alice Quigg, was and always would be normal. This was her life, her family, and their odd way of going about things.

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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

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NAME/ALIAS Caddis

OTHER CHARACTERS Old, deleted accounts.

RP EXPERIENCE? Eight years

RP SAMPLE.

Baby smiled to the reflective image of herself in the mirror. She wasn’t exactly sure how long she had been there but she had estimated from the height markers scratched into the doorframe of her room that she had been with Ma and Papa maybe ten years. There wasn’t much Baby knew about growing up, but she could guess that she was well at the end of her “teenage” years by the growing size of her breasts. “MA! OW!” Her face twisted into a painful expression as the Ma tangled the brush in her long curls. “STOP IT MA!” She screeched at the top of her lungs as tears welled up in her eyes.



”Oh hush now, little one. Stop crying, now. That’s not how big girls act.” Ma’s lips pulled back into a devious grin as she bent down and put her face next to Baby’s. Her fingers worked slowly to untangle the brush from the young lady’s hair before tangling themselves in the mess, grabbing a handful and jerking Baby’s head back. “You scream like that one more time you little thingy and I’ll make sure Pa shows you what real pain is, do you hear me?” She spat through her teeth and giggled at the end of her threat.



Her quivering lip immediately ceased movement as her head was jerked backwards. “Yes Mama,” her raspy voice squeaked past the strain put on her throat as she stared up at the ceiling. “I’ll be a good girl now, I will. Yes ma’am. May I get dressed now?” Baby closed her deep chocolate eyes and clenched her fist by her side, she could feel a light sweat breaking across the base of her neck where Ma’s fingers were holding fast to her hair.



Ma scoffed as she let go of her daughter’s hair. “Put some clothes on you little b*tch. Make sure you look pretty today, Papa’s friends are coming to visit. You understand?” She wiped her hands on the front of her jeans as she straightened her light pink flowered blouse. Her fingers picked through her mussed light strawberry blonde curls. Pa liked curls, and since Baby had curls he expect Ma to have curls, since Baby was Ma’s daughter, right? Every night when she got out of the bath she made sure to carefully wrap her hair up in sponge rollers for the night and the following morning she would have beautiful ginger ringlets flowing down her back. “Now,” her voice was calm and proper, just like a mother’s voice is imagined to sound. Ma fingered through the pastel colored dresses hanging in the closet before finding exactly what she was looking for. “Ah, perfect.” She plucked the pale blue dress from the hanger and spread it across the bed. “Put this on dear. I’ll leave you to dress. Don’t forget your tights and heels love, they’re in your dresser.” The door clicked shut as she left and silence fell upon the room for a few seconds and then the sliding of the lock followed. Now she was trapped again.



She remained in the chair for several minutes after Ma left her to dress. The silence was terrifying. Silence meant that plotting was happening. Silence meant that whatever it was that they were doing downstairs, they sure didn’t want Baby to hear. The wooden chair squeaked as she stood and pulled her nightgown over her head, placing it neatly across the back of the chair. Gooseflesh broke out across her skin. The chill of winter was setting in early this year and was making sure Baby’s room stayed at a solid sixty degrees, on a good day. She fumbled through the bureau drawers to find the stockings that Ma said matched the light blue dress and sat on the edge of the bed as she rolled them up her lightly tanned legs, the bows settling mid-thigh where they belonged. Baby sat naked for a moment on the edge of the bed and stared at her legs. The white stockings made her legs look more like Ma’s but Baby didn’t resemble Ma at all. Baby had tanned olive colored skin and light brown hair with brown eyes. Ma was a redhead with green eyes and pale skin. But Pa told Baby that they were her family now, they would be her only family from now on. Her fingers struggled to latch her lace bra behind her back, it was the only one she had been given and she had outgrown it several months ago. Once she had finished dressing, heels and all, she pulled the chair over to the window and sat down gently to keep the chair from squeaking beneath her. Baby chewed on her bottom lip while she stared at the lace curtains hanging in front of her. She pulled back the curtains to reveal the heavy black plastic that was taped to her windows, it had always been there, and always would be according to Pa. Her fingers pried at the tape in the bottom corner of the window and managed to pull it free without ripping just enough so that she was able to peek through the small opening for a view of the driveway. It wasn’t long before a caramel brown Cadillac pulled into the drive and sat there running for several minutes before Ma came into view to greet the visitors. She had changed clothes herself. They must be very special guests if Ma was dressed up too. Baby quickly replaced the black tarp before she could be spotted, carefully replaced the curtains to their original position and placed her chair back in front of her dressing table and mirror. Her nerves began to pick up as she sat on the edge of her bed. The visitors that Baby had were usually all the same, they always did the same things, and said the same rude words to her. But she felt that these visitors were different. They were……more malevolent. If the visitors were pleased it usually meant that Baby would get a treat. Her special treats usually entitled a trip to the movies or maybe a special dinner just for her. But today she felt that those incentives wouldn’t matter, that they wouldn’t make it any easier. And that scared her a great deal.

HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? I’ve been here before.

CODE WORD? Can I Slytherin?

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