Post by Andromeda Black on Jun 16, 2006 1:36:05 GMT -5
Name: Andromeda Laveda Black
Nicknames: Andie (However you might want to consider how close you are when you call her by this.)
Age: 16
Blood: Pureblood
Birthday: December 5th 1960
House: Ravenclaw
Any ability or special blood type you have aka vampire, veela, werewolf, etc.:
Personality (At least 1 paragraph):
Like the other Black sisters, Andromeda has that certain attraction to hanging with guys more instead of girls. It isin't her fault the girls just want to gossip about her guy friends. She'd rather have a good time laughing quietly behind a good book as the guys rave about their quiditch games or their prank plans. She always sensed they were keeping a few key plans and information from her. Its a girl thing, being able to sense what a boys hiding from her. Like a 6th sense. She always wanted to get closer to Lily seeing as the two spent a majority of their time around the boys. But alas James was always driving her off and when she wasn't hanging out with the Marauders she was with her best friend Alice Pearce. Once more alas, Andromeda was not always the most outgoing and would rather hide behind her book or push one of the boys in front of danger. Except for that one time.
Lucius had been taunting a young hufflepuff 2nd year during Andromeda’s 4th year at the christmas ball. Andromeda quiet angered, had forgotten she even had any magic and had punched him square in the nose. She turned around a ringlet escaping her hair-do to look and breathing heavily. But satisfied at the boys gaping mouths. From that night forth she knew something deadly and powerful was hiding behind her shy, quiet sheild of a personality.
Personal History (2 paragraphs):
Andromeda was born December 5th 1950 at the turn of the decade from the rocking 50’s into the peace loving 60’s, on the coldest night of the year, the middle child of the Black sisters. As a child her parents preferred her to be seen but not heard which fed a lot of fresh arguments. Andromeda was hated by her sister Bella since day one. When she would retire at night for a good chapter in a new book she would find the ending missing, replaced by a few knuts (Knuts Andromeda had ”lost” the other day)and a nasty note tucked between the torn pages. It would always say something nasty like... “ Then (Fill in main characters name) went for a moonlit stroll only to be killed by demented dolls who hacked at his neck with axes. And then (Fill in leading lady’s name) got an arranged marriage to Sirius and she died of his ugliness. (Side note)Sirius: Ha ha ha ha h-wait… HEY!”.She was amazingly outgoing and talkative as a young child which drove her sister absolutely bonkers. She often tried to hang out with her cousin Sirius and older sister Bellatrix, but was always turned down by her sister and sent to look after her baby sister Narcissa. Her uncle Orion was quiet fond of her and whenever they came to visit he always had beautiful presents and gifts for her. She was haunted by her other cousin Regulus which was rather annoying seeing as the oaf couldn’t read and was not a pleasant conservationist. She was loved just as much as the other sisters until when she was 9 in Diagon Alley and they were shopping for Bella’s 1st year supplies. She talked to a muggleborn wizard about which robes were most suiting for Bella. She was sent home and her father locked her in a room with him. For a hour yelps and screams were heard. With a click of the lock her father opened the door and Andromeda walked out bruised and beaten severely, whimpering. Andromeda still flinches when her father raises his tone at all. This was exactly what he wanted, and exactly what he got. The free spirited young fireball was quenched in spirit and pride.
Her sister and cousin now in Hogwarts grew apart and rarely talked ( Which is a polite way of saying they hated each others effing guts and the only conversations held between the two were dirty finger signs and quick hallway hexes) so when Andromeda came to school the two quickly bonded and were often found not to far off from a prank pulled on Bellatrix busting a gut laughing.
Andromeda even though she is in Ravenclaw often sits with her cousin and his group of friends “The Marauders” as they call themselves. Which when they told her the name of their posse, she laughed so hard pumpkin juice sprayed all over poor Peter. Who licked it up much to James and Sirius’s amusement and Andromeda’s disgust. Remus’s view was not taken to toll seeing as he was so engrossed in his book he didn’t see the scene. Andromeda never liked Peter ( but pitied him) and always wondered how the strange alien of a boy, ended up with the Gryffindor guys who made the girls melt in a puddle. She spent her spare time reading and practicing quiditch and was picked to be seeker for the Ravenclaw team. She even grew to have a interest in the boy Sirius introduced to her as Remus. She also grew to be a vegetarian and still finds a piece of last nights main course being shoved into her mouth late at night by a hand with no body to this day. Although she often giggles at the pranks the boys play she is also just as often the base of them. Day by day she became less involved and would make a face at the prospect of a prank. Which made her understand why poor Lily deflected James so much ( or at least one of the many reasons) if you were an enemy you were sure to be pranked. If you were close to the boys… you had just as much chance. (Although it was more bra strap snapping and less being hanged upside down having your undergarments shown in public like another certain subject of their spare time and boredom)
Appearance (1 paragraph and/or picture):
Andromeda is fairly tall for her age and has catlike features, her figure is slim and fairly curvy.
She hates her body frame and like any other teenage girl wishes there was a spell that wouldn’t give her blue skin or some weird side effect if she tried it. Her body is fairly well toned from Quiditch, from playing seeker, but a sleek kind of muscled not the hulky kind. Which makes it easy to hide that she has any muscles to you /really/ look at her.
Her skin tone is fair and has a slight cream/white glow to it especially when she gives one of those innocent smiles.
Her hair is long and depending on the light is ebony or a dark brunette, and in curls or soft waves running down her back like water.
It flows down to her back and she (unlike her cousin Sirius who seems to love his hair but makes it look like he doesn’t know what a brush is. Him and that James Potter.) Uses the best charms on hoping to woe a special someone. *Cough*Eventhoughtheydon’tnoticeherbecausetheyhavetheirnoseinabookeverywakinghouroftheday…andnight!*Cough*
She has the Black family trademark grey blue eyes that seem to pierce into the souls of others. She has rather large eyes, the ones they use on baby dolls and the ones little children have. Hers never matured I guess. ^^
She has long dark eyelashes that fan delicately around her eye batting mockingly in your direction. She has a pixie type look about her, especially her face and her small pointy nose. She isin’t the athletic type but is fairly muscled toned. She has that little girl innocence always on her face. But you can tell that old flame is still there when she hangs around her cousin.
Hobbies: Reading,Quiditch and
Likes:
Reading
Transfiguration
Peace
Dogs
Nature
PETA
Music
Muggle Studies
Butter Beer
Quiditch
Dislikes:
Her Family
Litter Bugs
Jazz Music
Blood discrimination and segregation
House elf ‘enslavement’
Slytherins
Arrogant oafs *cough* Lucius Malfoy *cough*
Rodents
Role play Sample(2 good formed paragraphs please!):
The little girl beamed brightly a space where a front tooth should have been from a fist fight with Regulus over a book, as she talked to the elderly wizard. Her dimples clearly showing as she gave one of those little giggles that made her older sister sick to her sour stomach.
She ran over in her Sunday best, black shiny shoes she picked out herself, her white dress with the lavender sash twirled around as she twirled around like a girl trying to be a ballerina or a princess. She is a princess. The old man thought as his face crinkled as he gave a go at a aged smile at the little girl. She wore her dark hair (the old mans old eyes couldn’t make out if it was dark mousy brown or ebony) up with a white silk ribbon, her hair in ringlets making her look like a little angel. Her bright sparking eyes were large and innocent looking her blue grey iris’s giving her pupil a look of a black hole. They were fathomless. How could a child have such dark morbid eyes of the Blacks? The old man shuddered so much he felt his maroon robes make waves of shivers. The Black family was one that would surely either kill us all… or be killed. Whatever came first. The girl tugged at some robes that were so dark green it was unbelievable. But the old man had to admit they fit the snake like girl more than anything. She gave him that less than toothy smile and said with a slight lisp,
“ See! I knew you still had some in her size! She likes green,snd black. I like purple! Purple and blue!”
She said in a sing-song voice and skipped about the shop black tap shoes clicking against the marble tile. The old man smiled but then grunted in pain as a anonymous foot kicked him in the back of the knees making him go down to the ground. He made a sound like
HMPH!
From the back of his throat as he was kicked again in the gut his aged eyes squinting in pain.
He cracked open his eyes and gasped aloud as he saw a man with dark hair and a moustache grab the little girl who kicked and screamed in terror.
He tried to get to her.
He really tried.
Even as the man thrust her through the fireplace hitting her head on the way in making her yelp in pain.
His eyes glazed over as he was kicked again and he began to see stars…
But not any stars…
The stars of the galaxy he loved most…
The swirling disk of a galaxy that roamed his heart like a satellite.
Named after the maiden who was chained.
“May she break free of her chains lord…”
The old man croaked as his mind shutting down became dark in comparison to the light from his heart… from the galaxy surrounding his heart.
He took one last shaky breath and yelled hoarsly,
“Andromeda…”
"Andromeda!"
Her herbology partner hissed as she poked the 6th year Ravenclaw girl with her wand.
Andromeda woke with a start from her day dream, not that it was much of a dream really.
"More like a nightmare..."
She grumbled as she blinked her metallic eyes a few times.
She looked at the specimen before her on the table and she groaned,
"Jen,what did you do to the bonsai tree!? Its an onion!"
Her partner wiggled a bit in her chair and said finally with a sigh.
"Well, seeing as you drifted off I figured I would make it rain... and umm I err was thinking about onions and crying and well... ITS NOT MY FAULT BLAME THE SUN SPOTS THEY FRIED MY BRAIN!"
She huffed and stormed out of the green houses. Andromeda sighed and gathered her satchel and hugged her book to her chest and walked out.
Andromeda Laveda Black was the black sheep of the family and she liked it that way. Her long dark chocolate hair was in soft waves, so dark it almost looked ebony. She walked by a group of loitering hufflepuff girls huddled about a tattered "Witch Weekly" gossiping idly. Andromeda felt a pang of loneliness and kept her fathomless eyes on the ground as she walked. She took a seat under her favorite tree. The weeping willow.
She opened the crisp pages of her book and hid behind its dark red leather cover grey blue eyes scanning the type. On the front it read,
" Werewolves; Savages? Or bad timed? "
A interesting read for a interesting young woman like Andromeda. She tucked a loose lock of dark hair behind her ear and became engrossed in her book.
Once more hiding from reality.
Would she always be able to hide away from her fears and these dreams and put down her shield of ‘Once upon a times’, and ‘Happily Ever Afters’?.
She secretly hoped not as she scanned the lines of text rapidly soaking in the information it held,
”We are all Savages and ill timed deep down. We are many things, we wizard kind. Even muggles know somewhere inside of them is everything they want to be. Someday it will come out when most needed. At the dearest of times. At the end of the rope. We are all -muggle and wizard alike- powerful deep down.
Andromeda sighed as she muttered with a roll of her icy eyes,
“The only powerful thing inside of me is the monster in my stomach clawing at my stomach walls demanding food.”
>.>
Whats the codeword?
<.< >.>
Sawy…
* Lurks in corner wondering when coffee break is for this stake out montage*