Post by Silver Emerson on Jun 28, 2014 10:57:22 GMT -7
EMERSON, SILVER MARIE
"TALENT HITS A TARGET NO ONE ELSE CAN HIT; GENIUS HITS A TARGET NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE"
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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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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. silver marie emerson
NICKNAMES. none
BIRTHDATE. 15th april
AGE/YEAR fifteen, fourth year?
BLOOD muggleborn
HOUSE PREFERENCE ravenclaw
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 Silver has light hair, and goes a little brown at the roots, then turns lighter towards the end. If you held the end of a strand of her hair against the top, there would be quite a substantial difference between the two. Her eyes are just a little darker than sky blue, and if you look deeply into them you can always read her emotions just easily, if you're good at spotting body language and things like that. She usually styles her hair by just brushing it out, or combing if it's wet, and if she's got some serious studying or exams to do she'll tie it out of her face, but otherwise she leaves it down and often pins two strands at the front towards the back to look smarter.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT 5'3, 125 lbs
FACE CLAIM Beth Ogden
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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 Dragon Heartstring Ash 7in.
LIKES Studying, silence, food, being alone, creativity, artwork, magic
DISLIKES Disruptive people, manipulation, public places, trusting people, her brother, bullies, loudness
BOGGART Her older brother
MIRROR OF ERISED Love
PATRONUS A robin because she is quite quaint and small.
PERSONALITY Silver is a complicated kind of person. That's just the way it is. She's hard to get to know, because she's often quiet and keeps her head down. She's a studious kind of person, always worrying about not being able to get good grades. She's a pretty anxious person, always thinking about the future, but she doesn't suffer from any anxiety problems or such. She has minor trust issues, not serious as she will trust some people, it just takes a lot of work to prove to her that you can be trusted. She is good at controlling her anger and emotions, and keeps it bottled up inside her brain until she feels ready to explode.
She's a creative girl and likes writing, whether it be short stories, plots for novels or poetry. She likes mystery books, but she likes the Muggle kinds of books, whereas in school she can just find magical books, which is good for studying, but she packs a lot of Muggle books in her suitcase every year, just because she enjoys reading them. Silver can often find herself engaged so much in a plot she loses her grip on reality. She can find herself daydreaming a lot. Whenever someone comes up to talk to her, she becomes awkward and doesn't say much, even when she likes the person or wants to get to know them. She always has ideas of what she could say, but never finds the courage to say it.
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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 Dublin, Ireland
CHILDREN none
PARENTS Pippa and Max Emerson
SIBLINGS Blake Emerson, 17, 7th year
OTHER nope
HISTORY Silver's life as a young child was quite normal. She had ordinary sisterly and brotherly hate with her older brother, and they often found themselves in arguments, but it usually wasn't serious. One day, her brother hit her when her parents were out, and told her she deserved to die for all the things she'd said to him. Silver was just learning from Blake, and the things he said, and she'd already learned some words girls her age would never know, just from what he said. He gave her lots of death threats after that, and their parents went out a lot for work and business trips. Once they spent a week at their grandmother's house, who was a widow who lived back in Ireland where Silver was born. (They moved to London when Silver was three, and she mostly lost the Irish accent, except for a light tinge of it that can always be spotted in her voice.)
Her grandmother had always been weird. First, she had some kind of cauldron in her basement (which Blake had made her go into as a dare, and ended up locking her in for three hours) and seemed to have some weird-looking stick in it. That was Silver's first encounter of wands. Then they went home and Silver asked her mother, whose face went pale then she said that Silver's grandmother liked collecting things from mythical stories about witches and wizards. Silver didn't ask any more questions.
When Silver was nine, her parents sent her brother to a special boarding school. He came home at some holidays and seemed pretty excited about the boarding school. Silver asked her parents if one day she'd be going to that boarding school, and her parents shrugged. "We'll see whether they let you in. They're very picky about who's let in," her mother said, and Silver waited until she was eleven. Then one day a letter arrived in the mail, addressed to Silver Marie Emerson.
She excitedly showed her parents, who sat her down on the sofa in the living room and talked her through the wizarding world. Silver didn't believe them, and went to bed without her dinner. The next day, her grandmother arrived at their house to stay for a bit. She brought her wand with her, and showed Silver some magic. After a lot of persuading, Silver finally believed them. Her grandmother took her shopping for her school supplies, and she arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Silver was in awe of her beautiful surroundings, and knew she'd have a good time in Hogwarts. However, making friends was hard, and she found herself pretty lonely. The only friends she had ditched her in second year, and she spent her Hogwarts life studying and making sure she did well in her magical classes so she could get a job in the Ministry of Magic when she was older, or maybe be a professor in Hogwarts itself. Only time would tell.
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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 Rina
OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP EXPERIENCE? Four years
RP SAMPLE. This is from another site, if you don't mind.
He returns my smile, and I look down. I'm not used to talking to people of the opposite gender, so I had to look away to stop blushing. I didn't even need to have a crush on someone to blush in front of them, but they usually took it the wrong way. I wonder what Rose is doing now. Is she still sleeping? Or has she woken up and is wondering where I am? She knows I like to go to the beach sometimes - she doesn't know about me going before she wakes up. I can't talk to this boy for too long...but she'll be okay, won't she? It's not the first time I've not been at home for her. I've been to the beach loads of times. But Mother doesn't wake up this early and Father goes to work about the time I wake up, so Rose will be in the house on her own. She's thirteen...surely she can manage to look after herself for a bit.
But I will return to her soon. I just needed a while longer here. I usually stayed at the beach until I was calm and relaxed, then I'd get up and return to my stressful life. I wasn't calm yet. Maybe it was the fact that I was talking to someone, or the fact that Rose was home on her own that was driving me over the edge. I couldn't really be sure which one it was, but it seemed like a combination of both. If I was still lying there on the beach, I'd be calmer, but Rose would still be home alone so my session would be cut short.
I'm over-thinking. It's a bad habit of mine. I sigh quietly, so he doesn't hear me. I don't want to risk him asking me if I'm okay. If I say I'm fine, he'll know I am lying, but if I pour my heart to him he'll be scared off. People always say they want to know what's wrong so they can help you, but few ever really mean it. They just want to hear all the drama in your life and then tell everyone else about it. Somehow they get a rush from that. How can the girls at my school even relax when they're on their feet all the time, rushing around and telling secrets to everyone and anyone who will listen? I would get tired very easily from that, but maybe it's just a matter of personal opinion. I find it's quite rude to tell other people's secrets - they find it funny.
Yeah, it's really not funny when you're on the receiving end of it.
After I'd asked him why he was at the beach so early, I swear I see him tense. Did I say the wrong thing? Would this boy hate me forever? Was I prying? “I couldn't sleep, I had some weird feeling that there would be a gorgeous girl laying on the beach who would like some company,” he says, and I wonder if he is being truthful. I blush anyway and focus my gaze on the ground. Even if he is lying, no one has ever said that to me before. Correction: no boy has ever said that to me before. My mother has called me beautiful, my father and Rose have as well. But they're family and they're supposed to say that and boys have options of whether they can say it, say the opposite or just leave that topic alone. With me, it was usually the latter.
“What about you? What brings you at here so early?” he asks, and I look up. I think the colour in my cheeks has died down a little. Maybe I can pass it off as heat from the rising sun. "I just wanted some peace and quiet for once. Just to be calm for a bit." Well, I am definitely telling the truth there. I'm just making it a little more vague. I don't want to start talking about my family, because I do not know anything about this boy's family. Maybe they're abusive, or dead, and me complaining about mine being loud and stressful would make him despise me.
And I have enough people despising me. I don't want to add one more to the list.
But I will return to her soon. I just needed a while longer here. I usually stayed at the beach until I was calm and relaxed, then I'd get up and return to my stressful life. I wasn't calm yet. Maybe it was the fact that I was talking to someone, or the fact that Rose was home on her own that was driving me over the edge. I couldn't really be sure which one it was, but it seemed like a combination of both. If I was still lying there on the beach, I'd be calmer, but Rose would still be home alone so my session would be cut short.
I'm over-thinking. It's a bad habit of mine. I sigh quietly, so he doesn't hear me. I don't want to risk him asking me if I'm okay. If I say I'm fine, he'll know I am lying, but if I pour my heart to him he'll be scared off. People always say they want to know what's wrong so they can help you, but few ever really mean it. They just want to hear all the drama in your life and then tell everyone else about it. Somehow they get a rush from that. How can the girls at my school even relax when they're on their feet all the time, rushing around and telling secrets to everyone and anyone who will listen? I would get tired very easily from that, but maybe it's just a matter of personal opinion. I find it's quite rude to tell other people's secrets - they find it funny.
Yeah, it's really not funny when you're on the receiving end of it.
After I'd asked him why he was at the beach so early, I swear I see him tense. Did I say the wrong thing? Would this boy hate me forever? Was I prying? “I couldn't sleep, I had some weird feeling that there would be a gorgeous girl laying on the beach who would like some company,” he says, and I wonder if he is being truthful. I blush anyway and focus my gaze on the ground. Even if he is lying, no one has ever said that to me before. Correction: no boy has ever said that to me before. My mother has called me beautiful, my father and Rose have as well. But they're family and they're supposed to say that and boys have options of whether they can say it, say the opposite or just leave that topic alone. With me, it was usually the latter.
“What about you? What brings you at here so early?” he asks, and I look up. I think the colour in my cheeks has died down a little. Maybe I can pass it off as heat from the rising sun. "I just wanted some peace and quiet for once. Just to be calm for a bit." Well, I am definitely telling the truth there. I'm just making it a little more vague. I don't want to start talking about my family, because I do not know anything about this boy's family. Maybe they're abusive, or dead, and me complaining about mine being loud and stressful would make him despise me.
And I have enough people despising me. I don't want to add one more to the list.
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? I found it someplace on Caution 2.0 I believe?
CODE WORD? Can I Slytherin?
RIP