Boarding school
Real Life
Real Life
Character's Full Name;
Marina Shae Mousquites
Photograph;
Portrayer;
Avril Lavigne
Appearance;
Marina is tall, thin, and about as punk as you get. At times she obsesses with her wight and exercises like crazy so she is fit as well. Marina would most likely be classified as a punk/skater chick, if she cared about labels, which is the last thing on her mind.
Eye Color;
Storm cloud grey
Hair Color;
Blond with crazy colors streaked in occasionally
Birthday;
October 31st
Age;
16
Year [or subject];
Sophomore
Hometown;
Seattle Washington
Family;
Mother: Marie Anttet Mousquites
Father: John Clark Mousquites
Little brother: Jake Thomas Mousquites
Father: John Clark Mousquites
Little brother: Jake Thomas Mousquites
Personality;
Marina is very laid back and calm, and tries to keep her emotions under her sleeves. Sometimes, however, they leak through. She is a very strong willed and determined girl who doesn't take crap from anyone and will speak her mind without over reacting. Marina does have a small temper, but she can usually keep it under control. At times Marina can be considered a bitch, thats when she acts tough to keep up her own control, but once you get to know her she is a very outgoing yet calm person who is fun to be around.
Likes;
Music
Friends
Writing
Singing
Skating
Friends
Writing
Singing
Skating
Dislikes;
Preps
Uncleanliness
Chocolate
Parents
Coffee
Uncleanliness
Chocolate
Parents
Coffee
History;
Marina grew up in the suburbs of Seattle Washington, in what appeared to be a happy normal home. For the first few years, everything was fine, then her father, elected governor, started drinking heavily. Marina would take Jake and run to a friends house whenever stuff got too out of hand. Her father never physically abused them, but the mental abuse was almost too much to bear. By her thirteenth year, Marina knew she had to run away, but first needed to make sure her brother was taken care of. She convinced her mother to send him to a boarding school, and she reluctantly agreed. Two days after her brother left, So did she.
Marina hit the streets with a wad of cash, her skateboard, and a few pairs of clothes. She knew she would have to leave the state, so she headed south into Oregon. A few weeks later, Marina reached Portland. That was when things really got bad.
Keep in mind we have a fifteen year old girl, out on the streets fending for herself and low on cash. Marina did the only thing she could think of, and got a job.
Working in a diner wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either. She knew she wouldn't be able to cover her identity and situation for long. So, after a weeks worth of work, Marina took the money and ran. She had no where to go but back to Washington, so slowly Marina made her way to the border. At the border the police caught her and dragged her back home, they refused to listen to her story, and, on her first night home. Her father hit her for the first time.
Marina hit the streets with a wad of cash, her skateboard, and a few pairs of clothes. She knew she would have to leave the state, so she headed south into Oregon. A few weeks later, Marina reached Portland. That was when things really got bad.
Keep in mind we have a fifteen year old girl, out on the streets fending for herself and low on cash. Marina did the only thing she could think of, and got a job.
Working in a diner wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either. She knew she wouldn't be able to cover her identity and situation for long. So, after a weeks worth of work, Marina took the money and ran. She had no where to go but back to Washington, so slowly Marina made her way to the border. At the border the police caught her and dragged her back home, they refused to listen to her story, and, on her first night home. Her father hit her for the first time.
Cliques [not needed for teachers];
Skater, Punk
Other Facts;
Attempted runaway three times before succeeding.
Reason for Attending [or teaching];
Parents wanted to get rid of her, so they sent her away.
Sample Post;
Return Home
"My god, where have you been?" A woman around the age of thirty embraced a young girl. "We were so worried!" Small tears were forming in her eyes, but the girl stood stiff as a board. The woman patted her daughters head and turned to the law enforcement officer. "Thank you so much sir. She is our baby girl, I don't know how to repay you." The woman let out a hiccuped sob.
"No need to worry ma'am, I was just doing my job." The officer knealed down and looked at the girl in the eyes, "Now, don't go causing your folks grief, they were worried sick about you." He gave the girl a smile. She just rolled her eyes.
'The only reason they want me is so I don't ruin my fathers political reputation, they could care less about me.' But she only smiled and nodded her head. Marina Shae Mousquites hadn't taken four years of acting for nothing. "Thank you so much officer, I have no idea what jumped into my head, to make me run away from such a wonderful home." She turned away to keep herself from Gagging. The police officer only smiled.
"How dare you run away, you ungrateful wretch!" Marina was sitting on the floor in front of her father while he screamed and cursed at her. "Don't you know what a great house you have! How well off you are!" Marina turned her head to the side. "Don't you look away from me! I'm speaking to you!" He grabbed her by the top of her head and pulled her long hair. "You just want to ruin me, Don't you!" She could smell alcohol on his breath. He was drunk. "Well, don't you have anything to say for yourself!"
Marina shook her head slowly, tears were starting to form in her eyes, he was pulling her hair.
"Well?"
"I'm, sorry" She managed to whisper.
"I cant hear you, you ungrateful whore!" He let go of her hair and smacked her across the right cheek. Marina fell to the floor and groaned.
She had been in fights before, but this was just brutal. Real tears started running down her cheeks. Marina got up and ran into her room, locking the door behind her. She ran into the bathroom, her right cheek had a cut from one of his rings, and it was bleeding. Sobbing, Marina put a wet cloth to her face and curled up in her bed, crying herself to sleep.
Six Months Later
"Honey, Iv been looking into it, and i think you should stay at a boarding school for the time being." Marina's mother smiled at her while handing her a piece of toast. "Just think it could be like one big adventure!" It was Breakfast time at the Mousquites houshold. Six months had passed since the incident, but Marina had made no attempt to leave.
"Why?"
"Why what dear?"
"Why do you want me to go?"
"Well, to be honest, Your father will start running his election campaign soon, and I think it would be best if you weren't around, and if the media couldn't find you."
"I see." Marina took her piece of toast and walked as fast as she could to her room. 'So, they finally want to get rid of me. I'm free!' Dancing around her room, Marina started packing. Withing two days her stuff was sent, and she was on her way to Ville De Geranium.
Colors
Marina Speaking=Purple
Marina Thinking=BlueViolet
Mother Speaking=Deeppink
Father Speaking=Royalblue
Police Officer Speaking=Green
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Types of Roleplays
Harry Pottery Next Generation
Harry Pottery Next Generation
Photo:
Portrayer [if there is one]:
Annasophia Robb
Character Name:
Jenna Cissy Malfoy
Parentage:
Draco Malfoy & Clara Malfoy
Age:
15
Year:
5
House:
Slytherin
Looks:
Like my father i have platinum blond hair that i like to keep cut just below my chin. I have a spell i use for those special occasions when it needs to be longer but i don't often use it. Sometimes i streak different colors into hair, nothing permanent though, because father says it is far too much of a muggle thing to do. As if he knows best. I also have green Hazel eyes and a pale complexion. Thankfully my mother gave me most of her genes so i don't look like a complete malfoy. I guess you could say i have an heart shaped face, i will agree my forehead is far too wide. But hey its me, deal with it.
Siblings? If so, say:
One older brother Scorpio Malfoy
Likes:
I like many things, such as music, magic, dark arts, i love quidditch, i am the captain and seeker for my team. I also love to run. Sometimes i wake up extra early just to run through the morning dew on the grass. I like poetry, but its non of the happy rainbow stuff, its more like dark depressing death. I love to shop, but I'm not into the popular group. I would rather do my own thing then worry about the backstabbing b****es.
Dislikes:
I also dislike many thing, such as super snobs, most gryfindors, glitter and ruffles *shudder*. I basically dislike everything that i haven't stated in my likes section. Some things i will like for a day, and the next i will dislike it. I guess you could say it depends on my mood.
Personality:
Well this is a tough one for me. I guess a lot would say I'm a typical slytherin, a cold heartless snob. But those people don't know me well do they? I have many different emotional levels depending on whats going on around me or what the situation calls for. Some things i do but they kill me inside and i only do them because i must. Other things i want to do, i cant because of who my father is and what he expects from me. I guess you'll just have to see my personality when your talking to me wont you?
History [especially for Muggle borns]:
I was born in St. Mungos Hospital. I dont remember much about my early childhood. My brother, by the time i was accepted into hogwarts, was in his third year. I remember allways begging my mother and father to take me to the train, but for some reason they allways refused. I do rember the sadness that seemed to wash over my entire family at times. Sometimes it was so bad i had to flee in fear i might never be able to be happy again. It was like dementors had taken to surrounding our house.
My father inherited our current house from his father. Grandma and Grandpa still live with us, though they rarely come out of their rooms. The mansion has been redecorated and is cleaned tourally by mothers hands from top to bottom, as though she is trying to wash away a filth imbedded in our walls. Needless to say it was allways a task to avoid on weekends in our family.
The one comfort was when the riddle childrem visited. We could allways find something to talk about. It wasnt untill a later year that they told me of their plan and asked for I disagreeitistence. I gave my consent, not out of fear, but out of an understanding of friendship.
Show us what you can do(sample post):
My god, would this day ever end? So far i had a piece of green gew in my hair and some red slime sliding down my leg. I mean really, couldn't anyone show some respect to a fifth year slytherin?
What i really needed was some nice butter bear at the pub, but hogsmead weekend was quite a ways off.
I slumped my self against the nearest tree and held my hands in my head. Once i was able to visibly compose myself i stood up, shook my shoulders, held my head high, and walked into the front doors of hogwarts.
A great chorus of laughter greeted me and i almost turned around and ran back inside. But i wouldn't let them get to me, not now, not ever. I walked straight down the stairs twords the dungeons and to the door of my houses common room.
"Password" A slimy voice said into my head.
"Toads wart" I said softly in case any gryfindors were sneaking around down here.
The wall slid to the side and i stepped in.
Portrayer [if there is one]:
Annasophia Robb
Character Name:
Jenna Cissy Malfoy
Parentage:
Draco Malfoy & Clara Malfoy
Age:
15
Year:
5
House:
Slytherin
Looks:
Like my father i have platinum blond hair that i like to keep cut just below my chin. I have a spell i use for those special occasions when it needs to be longer but i don't often use it. Sometimes i streak different colors into hair, nothing permanent though, because father says it is far too much of a muggle thing to do. As if he knows best. I also have green Hazel eyes and a pale complexion. Thankfully my mother gave me most of her genes so i don't look like a complete malfoy. I guess you could say i have an heart shaped face, i will agree my forehead is far too wide. But hey its me, deal with it.
Siblings? If so, say:
One older brother Scorpio Malfoy
Likes:
I like many things, such as music, magic, dark arts, i love quidditch, i am the captain and seeker for my team. I also love to run. Sometimes i wake up extra early just to run through the morning dew on the grass. I like poetry, but its non of the happy rainbow stuff, its more like dark depressing death. I love to shop, but I'm not into the popular group. I would rather do my own thing then worry about the backstabbing b****es.
Dislikes:
I also dislike many thing, such as super snobs, most gryfindors, glitter and ruffles *shudder*. I basically dislike everything that i haven't stated in my likes section. Some things i will like for a day, and the next i will dislike it. I guess you could say it depends on my mood.
Personality:
Well this is a tough one for me. I guess a lot would say I'm a typical slytherin, a cold heartless snob. But those people don't know me well do they? I have many different emotional levels depending on whats going on around me or what the situation calls for. Some things i do but they kill me inside and i only do them because i must. Other things i want to do, i cant because of who my father is and what he expects from me. I guess you'll just have to see my personality when your talking to me wont you?
History [especially for Muggle borns]:
I was born in St. Mungos Hospital. I dont remember much about my early childhood. My brother, by the time i was accepted into hogwarts, was in his third year. I remember allways begging my mother and father to take me to the train, but for some reason they allways refused. I do rember the sadness that seemed to wash over my entire family at times. Sometimes it was so bad i had to flee in fear i might never be able to be happy again. It was like dementors had taken to surrounding our house.
My father inherited our current house from his father. Grandma and Grandpa still live with us, though they rarely come out of their rooms. The mansion has been redecorated and is cleaned tourally by mothers hands from top to bottom, as though she is trying to wash away a filth imbedded in our walls. Needless to say it was allways a task to avoid on weekends in our family.
The one comfort was when the riddle childrem visited. We could allways find something to talk about. It wasnt untill a later year that they told me of their plan and asked for I disagreeitistence. I gave my consent, not out of fear, but out of an understanding of friendship.
Show us what you can do(sample post):
My god, would this day ever end? So far i had a piece of green gew in my hair and some red slime sliding down my leg. I mean really, couldn't anyone show some respect to a fifth year slytherin?
What i really needed was some nice butter bear at the pub, but hogsmead weekend was quite a ways off.
I slumped my self against the nearest tree and held my hands in my head. Once i was able to visibly compose myself i stood up, shook my shoulders, held my head high, and walked into the front doors of hogwarts.
A great chorus of laughter greeted me and i almost turned around and ran back inside. But i wouldn't let them get to me, not now, not ever. I walked straight down the stairs twords the dungeons and to the door of my houses common room.
"Password" A slimy voice said into my head.
"Toads wart" I said softly in case any gryfindors were sneaking around down here.
The wall slid to the side and i stepped in.
