Post by Samantha Renee Clarance on Apr 9, 2012 19:24:38 GMT -5
SAMANTHA CLARANCE
[/CENTER][/size]---- Out Of Character ----
Alias: Avie
Code word: time is dangerous
Role Play experince: awhile
Role Play Example:
Ginny looked at her, blinking at the overwhelming questions and such. "Homework...well let's just say Umbridge gives us enough...and it's not as if any other Professor is going any lighter at that." admitted Ginny calmly "I've lost track of how many essays I've written in the past week." was Ginny's honest addition to the situation of Umbridge and homework. Ginny could tell that Rosalie was serious about Fred and George scheming up something "I think that they're bound to do something like that soon...I'm sure they feel the same." Ginny rubbed her fingers across her scar, I will have respect for my professors. it said in Ginny's neat cursive handwriting. Ginny remembered quite vividly how the scar had come to be.
A Fourth Year had been reading pages out of the stupid, childish textbook Umbridge had given them. The pages read things even the First Years probably learned. Ginny had snapped at Umbridge and had been given detention. But she clearly wasn't the only one who had the experience of blood-written words on their hand. Ginny had even seen some First Years looking rather ashamed as they tried to hide the scars of written words. Ginny felt pity for them, as they were so young. It made Ginny remember her First Year. It definitely wasn't the best year of her life, especially the part with Tom.
Tom had always been kind to Ginny through his words in the old diary he had left behind. And before Ginny could stop herself, she had been awoken, nearly half-dead as people had told her, and in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry, of course, had come to her aid. Ginny had been shocked to awake with Harry dying before her eyes. It had been a memory that was scarred into her mind forever. She was sure that she wouldn't forget it. It was much to her shock of Tom Riddle's betrayl to her. He had seemed so kind...so gentle...but Ginny knew that she wouldn't pick up any old diary now. Tom had made her do horrid things. Ginny had been told that she had written things on walls with blood and released a basilisk, almost killing Muggle borns. And if you have memories such as that...you probably won't be forgetting it any time soon. And that was just how Ginny felt.
The common room was semi-empty at the moment. It was odd. Usually the Gryffindors were scheming up something brave or telling jokes or doing piles of work or anything of that sort. But tonight, it was nothing of that. There were around eleven people, not including Rosalie and Ginny, an odd number of people to be in such a popular house. "Yeah...and I suspect you've had that detention as well?" Ginny replied
Ginny thought about Fred and George doing something outrageous to Umbridge, like putting a Puking Pastille in her morning pumpkin juice. Ginny got the inside look at the Twins' pranks and gags, seeing as she was their younger(and not to mention only)sister. Some of the pranks those two were heading for were plain bad news for professors. The best eavesdropping gag was definitely the Extendable Ear. Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione and Harry had used it over the summer to listen in on the Orders' discussions until Crookshanks had come and knocked it over, not to mention Mum coming into the room.
Mum had just about had it with the boys. Percy had left, Fred and George were starting a joke shop, Ron was best friends with the famous Harry Potter. Sometimes Ginny suspected that Mum would just explode into one million pieces. Ginny had a hard time proccessing all of the madness that occured in the Weasley Residence these days. It was all very confusing.
Then, Ginny realized that Rosalie had asked her a question. "Oh, wait, what?" said Ginny, zipping back into the conversation. When Rose repeated the question, Ginny answered "I dunno if it'll ever end...but I'm sure someone is brewing up a plan to rid of Umbridge...Harry started the DA so that's a start." Ginny said the part about the DA in a whisper. The common room was so quiet she was afraid of speaking louder than a hushed whisper.
Ginny hoped that someone would scare off Umbridge soon. She didn't know how much more of this madness she could endure. Umbridge didn't only give the students mad amounts of homework, but she was very strict and clearly despised children...and Hogwarts itself. The other teachers didn't seem happy with the new professor either. McGonagall wasn't herself lately. The Transfiguration Professor seemed frustrated. But Umbridge didn't seem to be minding the strange behavior from students and professors. She would teach her lessons with ease and give anyone who said something disrespectful a fresh cut. Detention with Umbridge definitely wouldn't be the best part of Ginevra Weasley's fourth year at Hogwarts.
Ginny hoped that she could survive another year at Hogwarts. Every year new challenges faced her and her family. The ongoing threat of Lord Voldemort was still strong and fresh in the air. Ginny frowned upon the nasty things the Daily Prophet had said about Voldemort rising once more...it wasn't something Ginny enjoyed to read. The Daily Prophet and the Ministry were wrong, the DA was correct. Ginny then realized that she was still in a conversation with Rosalie.
"What d'you think about the Prophet? she asked Rosalie. Maybe Rosalie had the same opinions as her on the outrageous, no good and lying information the Daily Prophet was giving to witches and wizards.
---- General ----
[/size]Full Name: Samantha Renee Clarance
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Rank: Council
Race: Magic User
---- Looks ----
[/size]Hair: Chocolate brown, long, wavy
Eyes: Dark brown, matches her hair
Height/Weight: 6'4, 157 lbs.
Skin: Olive, scarred from battles (face)
Picture Nina Dobrev
Overall:
Sam doesn't prefer to take any advantages when it comes to her beauty. In fact, she has always hated her appearances, even though some may think that she's beautiful. Across her cheek lies a scar from a time back when she was young - she had ran into a sharp branch. She has other smaller cuts on her face, some permanent. She never really cared about them, but they just throw her appearance together, a part of her. She as neutral beauty, really, never really paying attention to any part of her appearance whatsoever.
---- Personality ----
[/size]Likes:
- Sports
- Magic
- Time travel
- Kickboxing
- Anything hardcore
- Violence
- Video games
Dislikes:
- Her appearance
- Learning -- she isn't much of a scholar
- Hippies
- Singing
Strengths:
- Creative
- Strong
- Talented fighter
Weaknesses:
- Arrogant
- Bad ass attitude
- Anti-social
Hopes/Dreams: To be a bit more social and to have a better temper
Personality:
Sam isn't who she looks like. She looks like she would be some girl with hopes and dreams and butterflies in her eyes, life filled with rainbows. But to be honest, Sam is anything but. She's hardcore, bloody, violent, and - though she is stubborn to admit it - arrogant. She will absolutely NEVER back down from a fight, and refuses to ever lose. She won't give up until every little drop of hope of her winning is lost, and she's a fighter.
Sam doesn't prefer to call herself arrogant, but likes 'proud' instead. She's proud. She likes things her way, and is always in the front lines of battle from the moment that she could pick up a weapon. She can easily get used to any weapon ; axes, knives, spears, swords, daggers, arrows, you name it, she can fit into it. She's full out trained for combat.
Honestly, she's always caught playing XBox (i.e. Halo, etc.) and shooting arrows, or popping guns, or chopping up padded practice dummies. She's a pretty violent person. But she's a survivor.
---- Backstory ----
[/size]Family:
- Jeremiah Clarance, father, deceased
- Larissa Clarance (nee Burne), mother, deceased
- Evangeline Clarance, twin sister, deceased
History:
Larissa Burne was a beautiful girl. Auburn hair, light gray eyes, slim figure. Jeremiah had a strong build. Muscular, masculine, shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes. They fell deeply in love, admiring each other for different reasons. Larissa liked Jeremiah for his strength and kindness, Jeremiah liked Larissa for her clever thinking and spunk. The couple had twin girls; Evangeline and Samantha.
Samantha had inherited her father's hardcore muscle and strength, while Evangeline had her mother's gentleness. The gentle trick didn't work out too well for Evangeline - or as they called her 'Evangie' - as she died from it with her mother and father, but that's a story I should tell later.
The family of four was a happy one. Sam and her father would get food, take care of the family's health, while her mother and Evangie would knit and sew and cook. Samantha did most of the healing through her little neighborhood. She was rather good at it, at that.
The young Samantha was an arrogant girl. She had always been arrogant. She didn't think of herself as the best, but she did think of herself as a pretty decent person. She was kind, proud, original, and, well, a bit stupid and rash. She wasn't, like, dumb. She did stupid and rash things that came as a result of courage. When she was 14 at her school's dance, she asked a boy that she liked to dance. And, well, her courage didn't fail her, because he accepted, because he admired her bravery for asking him. That was only a little bit of an example of her stupid courage.
Samantha wasn't the most popular girl in school. She was popular, but not the best. Never the best. She had a big attitude and was fiesty, however, she was kind. Not gentle. Anything but. She was caught up with herself, trying to hard to push past the others.
When Sam was sixteen, her job as Eulria just beginning, something strange happened. And it happened on a foggy April morning.
Sam woke up, her sister's bed, which was next to her's was empty. Samantha was confused. She searched the whole house, with no sign of her parents or sister at all. She didn't know what to do! Were they taken? If so, who took them? They didn't just disappear like this without leaving Sam a note of anything like that. They were gone. And Sam figured that out three hours later, when she had asked some neighbors about it. No one knew. She had to accept that. So, she lived alone.
And at age of seventeen, reached the rank of council.
---- Lastly ----
[/size]I, Avie, have not ripped off this application from any other site, I read the rules and intend to follow them.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
