Post by vienna rose clarke on Jun 8, 2010 21:59:36 GMT -5
DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS
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I DON'T WANNA BATTLE FROM BEGINNING TO END
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[/color] vienna rose dupont-clarke
FULL NAME ,
NICKNAMES ,[/color] v
AGE ,[/color] seventeen
YEAR ,[/color] seventh
OCCUPATION ,[/color] hogwarts student
SEXUALITY ,[/color] straight
HOUSE ,[/color] gryffindor or ravenclaw
WAND ,[/color] willow 11" dragon heartstring
PLAY-BY ,[/color] jeisa chiminazzo
SECRETS ,[/color]
vienna is still a virgin, and it's not really a secret per se. It's just people just assume she's not and she doesn't bother to correct them. But, it's not like she'll go and shout it off on the roof tops. She's not that proud of it.
DREAMS ,[/color]
vienna doesn't aspire to be anything as of now. she just wants to live her life and go with the flow. although she does enjoy writing (it could be considered one of her passions, if you will), she just has too many other things pre-occupying her time to think about far-off things like her future.
OVERALL PERSONALITY ,[/color]
spontaneous - confident - reckless - rebellious - care free - loyal - caring - sweet - hot headed - opinionated - stubborn - adventurous - down to earth - laid back - intelligent
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I DON'T WANNA CYCLE OR RECYCLE REVENGE
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[/color] bruna dupont
MOTHER ,
FATHER ,[/color] william clarke - wizard
SIBLINGS ,[/color]
poppy jones -
jason walsh-clarke - half brother - wizard - eleven months
PETS ,[/color] owls hate vienna for some odd reason.
OTHER FAMILY ,[/color]
melissa walsh
jeremy huntington - step father - muggle
WEALTH CLASS ,[/color] upper class
HOMETOWN ,[/color] london, england
OVERALL HISTORY ,[/color]
Bruna- former wedlock name- Clarke, came from a large muggle family with nine children: Bruna being smack in the middle with four younger siblings and four older siblings. Her father, a born Frenchman, worked hard to support the large family-- but being a farmer in the outskirts of Loire Valley, France, didn't get one as much money as one would hope. Her mother, a gorgeous Portuguese woman, helped to support the family and maintain a well-kept household, but the family still struggled financially. Ever since a young age, Bruna would try to help the family the best she could, and whilst her older siblings were at work to help out, Bruna became in charge of the little ones. Only when she was eighteen, and the younger ones were old enough to take care of themselves, did Bruna find a job to help out with their financial problems. She found a job as a maid for a very rich family with a castle in Loire Valley- - a family of wizards.
William Prescott Clarke, on the other hand, came from a long line of wealthy, pure blood, witches and wizards. The Clarkes frowned upon intermingling between "tainted" blood or muggles, and were extreme elitists. But every family has their own black sheep, and you could say that William was the Clarke's very own "black sheep". He hated his parent's elitist morals and values, and didn't take well to their extremely prejudice mannerisms. Although the Clarkes found it preposterous that their only son found himself equal to all those mud bloods and muggles, and they tried to keep it all on the down low, in the hopes that their only baby boy not be ostracized from the long line of pure blooded Clarkes.
Every summer, William would always visit his great aunt's manor in Loire Valley, France. But the summer he turned eighteen, his life changed forever. Like every other summer, He packed his bags and was off to the French countryside to Auntie Abbi's Manor, in the hopes of escaping his parent's strict rules yet again. But this summer was different. It seemed that his Aunt had hired some help around the house- the old bat was nearly insane, so it wasn't a surprise to William that she had hired a muggle; and a beautiful one at that. William instantly fell in love with the grey-eyed beauty, who's innocent farm girl charm lured him in from the start. Bruna was thankful for her job with Mrs Abigail, but the old lady was senile and would sometimes do strange things and call her a "muggle". Bruna didn't mind though, as long as she got her job done and Abigail was happy, and of course she didn't mind one bit when she learned that her- handsome- nephew would be staying with them for the rest of the summer holidays.
That summer, Bruna and William fell in love and out of blinded young foolishness, the spontaneous young man asked her to marry him. He knew that Bruna was the girl he would want to spend the rest of his life with, and William was Bruna's first love. Of course, such a matrimony was frowned upon-- by both sides of the family. When William's parents found out that he had asked a muggle to marry him, all hell broke loose. And Bruna's father- who was extremely superstitious- didn't like the likes of 'That Clarke Boy and his Looney Aunt' (of course, the words said were much more harsh-- and, in French). But they were infatuated with each other, and in true forbidden lover fashion, the pair ran away- into the sunset- so that they could be together forever and start their own family-- one that would be accepting to both wizards and non-wizards alike.
Vienna Rose Dupont Clarke was born on April seventeenth in London, England. The young couple couldn't have been happier and took there new born baby girl to their penthouse suite in muggle London. Five years after the un-holy matrimony that took place between the two, Bruna had kept in touch with her family and made sure to send them money to continue on in helping to support them. William's parents had come to face the facts that their son was in love, and there was no persuading him otherwise. They didn't cut him off, but he became the social pariah of the Clarke family and was shamed for "tainting the family name". But the two couldn't have been happier, and after five and a half years together, they were still as in love then they were five years ago when they met in the French country side. Vienna grew up, assimilating into both her father's wizard background and her mother's muggle background. It was plainly obvious that the child had inherited her father's magical side, ever since a certain incident while shopping with her mother in London (which may or may not have included the lady sales clerk mysteriously growing a mustache), and since then, Vienna has always embraced that. Not only did she inherit her father's magic, but also her mother's beauty and charm. But, the tiny tot also inherited her father's sharp wit and spontaneity, which always got her into all sorts of trouble. No matter, she was still adored by both her parents and everything seemed normal...
Nothing gold can stay. Vienna remembered her father reading her that poem (he was always fascinated with muggle literature) when she was but the mere age of four, and that very line stuck with her for the rest of her life. She could remember muttering that very line when she was nine years old- when Bruna and William Clarke seperated. Nothing gold can stay was right. Just like a beautiful, blossoming flower, Bruna and William's love slowly and gradually withered away. First, the arguing began. Then, that gradually turned to yelling and yelling then turned to avoiding. The two tried to desperately make it work- For Vienna's sake. They tried to find that flame that was once there; the one that they fought so hard to protect. But the flame was definitely gone. And they couldn't lie to each other- or Vienna- much longer. The two separated before Vienna's ninth birthday, and have since then had joint custody over Vienna.
Her parent's separation greatly disturbed Vienna. She hated seeing her mother so miserable, and her father's usual jovial mood was gone. They both weren't their selves and the two would constantly fight with each other, bringing Vienna into the middle of everything. As time went on, Vienna became accustomed to jumping from one parent to the other- going from England to France- and she just gave in to the fact that Bruna and William Clarke were no more.
As anticipated, Vienna's letter from Hogwarts came in the mail on her eleventh birthday, and the girl couldn't have been more happy. She was nearly vibrating with excitement as her father took her to Diagon Alley to go find all her things, and nearly imploded as her parents left her at platform nine and three quarters. From then on, the young witch easily assimilated into her wizarding background and became rather popular amongst her peers. She became some what of an avid partier- never to an extent where it was dangerous for her, of course- but as she grew older, her reckless and rebellious ways just became a part of her. She was like her father in many ways: Confident, care-free, spontaneous; and she was by no means an elitist like her various Slytherin Clarke cousins.
On the summer of her fifth year at Hogwarts, Vienna came home to a very unsettling surprise. Sometime whilst she was away, both her parents had miracously decided to start dating. Not each other, of course. Other people (Vienna couldn't fathom it either). Not only did they start dating other people, but people who were complete opposites of each other. Jeremy Huntington- a muggle lawyer- was boring and made lame jokes. What was worse? he laughed at his own jokes. But Vienna didn't mind him as much as she hated her father's pick: Melissa Walsh. The woman was a complete imbecile; and an elitist. Vienna had no idea why her father- an intelligent, handsome man- would pick such a witch, but she had to put on a brave face- for both her parent's sake. This was the first time she had seen them genuinely happy, after all. Besides, this was just a phase. Soon her parents would realize that they're too old to date. right?
wrong.
Jeremy and Bruna married shortly after, and then, Melissa and William wed. It was a living nightmare. It wasn't long before Hogwarts became Vienna's favorite place in the world. In the meantime, Vienna tried to focus on her school work and social life- which had surprisingly not been affected by the sudden shift in her life. But it was kind of hard when you had an annoying step father, and imbecile of a step mother- ah, and did she mention that Melissa had spawn? yes. The brat's name is Poppy, and she shall be starting her first year at Hogwarts as Vienna is beginning her final year. All that aside, The only normality that Vienna can find in her life is her baby half brother, Jason. Although he does share the same blood as Melissa, the little tike isn't so bad. And so, as Vienna begins her final year at Hogwarts, she doesn't know what to expect. Hopefully, everything turns out for the best.
William Prescott Clarke, on the other hand, came from a long line of wealthy, pure blood, witches and wizards. The Clarkes frowned upon intermingling between "tainted" blood or muggles, and were extreme elitists. But every family has their own black sheep, and you could say that William was the Clarke's very own "black sheep". He hated his parent's elitist morals and values, and didn't take well to their extremely prejudice mannerisms. Although the Clarkes found it preposterous that their only son found himself equal to all those mud bloods and muggles, and they tried to keep it all on the down low, in the hopes that their only baby boy not be ostracized from the long line of pure blooded Clarkes.
Every summer, William would always visit his great aunt's manor in Loire Valley, France. But the summer he turned eighteen, his life changed forever. Like every other summer, He packed his bags and was off to the French countryside to Auntie Abbi's Manor, in the hopes of escaping his parent's strict rules yet again. But this summer was different. It seemed that his Aunt had hired some help around the house- the old bat was nearly insane, so it wasn't a surprise to William that she had hired a muggle; and a beautiful one at that. William instantly fell in love with the grey-eyed beauty, who's innocent farm girl charm lured him in from the start. Bruna was thankful for her job with Mrs Abigail, but the old lady was senile and would sometimes do strange things and call her a "muggle". Bruna didn't mind though, as long as she got her job done and Abigail was happy, and of course she didn't mind one bit when she learned that her- handsome- nephew would be staying with them for the rest of the summer holidays.
That summer, Bruna and William fell in love and out of blinded young foolishness, the spontaneous young man asked her to marry him. He knew that Bruna was the girl he would want to spend the rest of his life with, and William was Bruna's first love. Of course, such a matrimony was frowned upon-- by both sides of the family. When William's parents found out that he had asked a muggle to marry him, all hell broke loose. And Bruna's father- who was extremely superstitious- didn't like the likes of 'That Clarke Boy and his Looney Aunt' (of course, the words said were much more harsh-- and, in French). But they were infatuated with each other, and in true forbidden lover fashion, the pair ran away- into the sunset- so that they could be together forever and start their own family-- one that would be accepting to both wizards and non-wizards alike.
Vienna Rose Dupont Clarke was born on April seventeenth in London, England. The young couple couldn't have been happier and took there new born baby girl to their penthouse suite in muggle London. Five years after the un-holy matrimony that took place between the two, Bruna had kept in touch with her family and made sure to send them money to continue on in helping to support them. William's parents had come to face the facts that their son was in love, and there was no persuading him otherwise. They didn't cut him off, but he became the social pariah of the Clarke family and was shamed for "tainting the family name". But the two couldn't have been happier, and after five and a half years together, they were still as in love then they were five years ago when they met in the French country side. Vienna grew up, assimilating into both her father's wizard background and her mother's muggle background. It was plainly obvious that the child had inherited her father's magical side, ever since a certain incident while shopping with her mother in London (which may or may not have included the lady sales clerk mysteriously growing a mustache), and since then, Vienna has always embraced that. Not only did she inherit her father's magic, but also her mother's beauty and charm. But, the tiny tot also inherited her father's sharp wit and spontaneity, which always got her into all sorts of trouble. No matter, she was still adored by both her parents and everything seemed normal...
Nothing gold can stay. Vienna remembered her father reading her that poem (he was always fascinated with muggle literature) when she was but the mere age of four, and that very line stuck with her for the rest of her life. She could remember muttering that very line when she was nine years old- when Bruna and William Clarke seperated. Nothing gold can stay was right. Just like a beautiful, blossoming flower, Bruna and William's love slowly and gradually withered away. First, the arguing began. Then, that gradually turned to yelling and yelling then turned to avoiding. The two tried to desperately make it work- For Vienna's sake. They tried to find that flame that was once there; the one that they fought so hard to protect. But the flame was definitely gone. And they couldn't lie to each other- or Vienna- much longer. The two separated before Vienna's ninth birthday, and have since then had joint custody over Vienna.
Her parent's separation greatly disturbed Vienna. She hated seeing her mother so miserable, and her father's usual jovial mood was gone. They both weren't their selves and the two would constantly fight with each other, bringing Vienna into the middle of everything. As time went on, Vienna became accustomed to jumping from one parent to the other- going from England to France- and she just gave in to the fact that Bruna and William Clarke were no more.
As anticipated, Vienna's letter from Hogwarts came in the mail on her eleventh birthday, and the girl couldn't have been more happy. She was nearly vibrating with excitement as her father took her to Diagon Alley to go find all her things, and nearly imploded as her parents left her at platform nine and three quarters. From then on, the young witch easily assimilated into her wizarding background and became rather popular amongst her peers. She became some what of an avid partier- never to an extent where it was dangerous for her, of course- but as she grew older, her reckless and rebellious ways just became a part of her. She was like her father in many ways: Confident, care-free, spontaneous; and she was by no means an elitist like her various Slytherin Clarke cousins.
On the summer of her fifth year at Hogwarts, Vienna came home to a very unsettling surprise. Sometime whilst she was away, both her parents had miracously decided to start dating. Not each other, of course. Other people (Vienna couldn't fathom it either). Not only did they start dating other people, but people who were complete opposites of each other. Jeremy Huntington- a muggle lawyer- was boring and made lame jokes. What was worse? he laughed at his own jokes. But Vienna didn't mind him as much as she hated her father's pick: Melissa Walsh. The woman was a complete imbecile; and an elitist. Vienna had no idea why her father- an intelligent, handsome man- would pick such a witch, but she had to put on a brave face- for both her parent's sake. This was the first time she had seen them genuinely happy, after all. Besides, this was just a phase. Soon her parents would realize that they're too old to date. right?
wrong.
Jeremy and Bruna married shortly after, and then, Melissa and William wed. It was a living nightmare. It wasn't long before Hogwarts became Vienna's favorite place in the world. In the meantime, Vienna tried to focus on her school work and social life- which had surprisingly not been affected by the sudden shift in her life. But it was kind of hard when you had an annoying step father, and imbecile of a step mother- ah, and did she mention that Melissa had spawn? yes. The brat's name is Poppy, and she shall be starting her first year at Hogwarts as Vienna is beginning her final year. All that aside, The only normality that Vienna can find in her life is her baby half brother, Jason. Although he does share the same blood as Melissa, the little tike isn't so bad. And so, as Vienna begins her final year at Hogwarts, she doesn't know what to expect. Hopefully, everything turns out for the best.
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I DON'T WANNA FOLLOW DEATH AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS
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EXPERIENCE ,[/color] a year, betches
OTHER CHARACTERS,[/color] none right now
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ,[/color]
Cohen stepped onto the freshly manicured lawns of Norrington Academy, his long, gangly legs carrying him forward with each step. It was Saturday evening and the school was awfully quiet. Not that he blamed anyone, the sun was still shining and it was a weekend. Every normal teenager in the tristate area went out on weekends. Except for Cohen. But Cohen wasn't your average teenager. The only time he left the school campus was to go to his job at the local Cinema, but other then that, he was either holed up in his room playing video games or reading his comics, or in the library doing homework. The grounds were empty save for a couple make out under a tree and a person reading a book on a nearby bench. Cohen passed the people, making his way to his favorite spot. Cohen had found out about this spot last week, when he was trying to get some peace and quiet. He saw that practically no one came to this spot, so he declared it his. It was a giant oak tree, probably a thousand years old, on the far south east corner of the grounds. It provided excellent shade on sunny days and it sort of hid him from every one else. It was secluded, just the way he liked it.
The reason Cohen was so anti-social could probably date back to the second grade, when everyone would tease him just because he said things that other kids found weird. He would always be constantly picked on and given countless wedgies. He couldn't help the way he was, he simply just was. Only because he would rather read books than play with other kids. There was only one person who understood him, a girl to be exact. Cohen smiled to himself at the irony. He was terrified of the female species and yet his best and probably only true friend growing up had been a girl. She wasn't just any girl, though. She was his best friend, his confidante. You wouldn't think a kid needed one in the second grade, but Cohen definitely did. And they were inseparable until she moved away in the fifth grade.
He remembered the day perfectly, It was implanted in his brain and he couldn't get it out. It was the week before the sixth grade would be starting and Cohen had just finished his latest book, The Catcher in the Rye. He was in his backyard when he had finished and so he just hopped the short fence like countless times before and rushed over to tell Jacqueline that this was by far his favorite book. She would always tease him, saying that every book he read he claimed was his favorite, but Cohen was sure about this one. "hey mrs. D'aubigne." Jack's mother was painting on the back porch. She jumpled slightly, spilling a bit of her red wine. She opened her mouth to tell Cohen something but was too late, he was already headed up the stairs for Jack's room. "Jack! Jack! It was amazing! You have to rea-" when he reached her room, he cut himself off. Expecting to see his best friends' freckled face, instead he was greeted by an empty room. The bed had been stripped of Jack's flower patterned bed sheets and the closet was empty. And the picture of her and Cohen at the beach from a couple of summers ago was no longer on her night stand. At first, innocent, young Cohen thought that maybe she moved into a different room, but reality struck like a bolt of lightning and soon it had hit him. Jack's was gone. But why? Where did she go? When did she leave? And most importantly, why did she leave with out saying good bye? Jack's mother stood at the threshold as Cohen turned around. "she really didn't want to leave with out saying good-bye, but it was just such short notice." Cohen couldn't look into her eyes, nor could he speak. He didn't want her to see him cry either so he just pushed past Mrs. D'aubigne and ran as fast as his skinny legs could carry him.
The memory played through his head like a broken record. Cohen remembered how much he cried that night, but from then on, life was a total blur. He became even more socially awkward than before and distanced himself away from girls. He was afraid that if he let someone in as close as he had let Jacks, they would leave him just like she had. Cohen knew it was ridiculous of him, but he just couldn't get over it, even after so many years. Sometimes he wondered what she was like now. If she still thought about him or missed him or even remembered him. Was she still the care-free little fire cracker she used to be, who would never let someone get to her and would always stick up to anyone being mistreated? He hoped so.
Cohen sighed as he leaned back against the great Oak's trunk, thrusting his hands into his pant pockets. He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. It had been so long, he wouldn't be surprised if Jacks had just been a fragment of his imagination. He looked up at the sky to see that the sun was just beginning to set. In California, the sun always set around seven or eight, sometimes later in the summer time. He let his head drop slightly and looked down at the ground. He almost snapped his head off from how fast he looked back up. Right in front of him, he saw a tall, female figure heading across his way. The girl had semi-tanned skin and long, dark hair. Cohen couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was as if thinking of her had conjured her out of mid-air. "it's not her, Cohen. You're going nuts.". But something about this girl seemed so familiar. He started walking forward with out realizing it. He was determined to see who it was, he wanted to know he at least has a tiny bit of sanity left in him. As he approached, his eyes flew open in shock.
That freckled face was unmistakable.
The reason Cohen was so anti-social could probably date back to the second grade, when everyone would tease him just because he said things that other kids found weird. He would always be constantly picked on and given countless wedgies. He couldn't help the way he was, he simply just was. Only because he would rather read books than play with other kids. There was only one person who understood him, a girl to be exact. Cohen smiled to himself at the irony. He was terrified of the female species and yet his best and probably only true friend growing up had been a girl. She wasn't just any girl, though. She was his best friend, his confidante. You wouldn't think a kid needed one in the second grade, but Cohen definitely did. And they were inseparable until she moved away in the fifth grade.
He remembered the day perfectly, It was implanted in his brain and he couldn't get it out. It was the week before the sixth grade would be starting and Cohen had just finished his latest book, The Catcher in the Rye. He was in his backyard when he had finished and so he just hopped the short fence like countless times before and rushed over to tell Jacqueline that this was by far his favorite book. She would always tease him, saying that every book he read he claimed was his favorite, but Cohen was sure about this one. "hey mrs. D'aubigne." Jack's mother was painting on the back porch. She jumpled slightly, spilling a bit of her red wine. She opened her mouth to tell Cohen something but was too late, he was already headed up the stairs for Jack's room. "Jack! Jack! It was amazing! You have to rea-" when he reached her room, he cut himself off. Expecting to see his best friends' freckled face, instead he was greeted by an empty room. The bed had been stripped of Jack's flower patterned bed sheets and the closet was empty. And the picture of her and Cohen at the beach from a couple of summers ago was no longer on her night stand. At first, innocent, young Cohen thought that maybe she moved into a different room, but reality struck like a bolt of lightning and soon it had hit him. Jack's was gone. But why? Where did she go? When did she leave? And most importantly, why did she leave with out saying good bye? Jack's mother stood at the threshold as Cohen turned around. "she really didn't want to leave with out saying good-bye, but it was just such short notice." Cohen couldn't look into her eyes, nor could he speak. He didn't want her to see him cry either so he just pushed past Mrs. D'aubigne and ran as fast as his skinny legs could carry him.
The memory played through his head like a broken record. Cohen remembered how much he cried that night, but from then on, life was a total blur. He became even more socially awkward than before and distanced himself away from girls. He was afraid that if he let someone in as close as he had let Jacks, they would leave him just like she had. Cohen knew it was ridiculous of him, but he just couldn't get over it, even after so many years. Sometimes he wondered what she was like now. If she still thought about him or missed him or even remembered him. Was she still the care-free little fire cracker she used to be, who would never let someone get to her and would always stick up to anyone being mistreated? He hoped so.
Cohen sighed as he leaned back against the great Oak's trunk, thrusting his hands into his pant pockets. He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. It had been so long, he wouldn't be surprised if Jacks had just been a fragment of his imagination. He looked up at the sky to see that the sun was just beginning to set. In California, the sun always set around seven or eight, sometimes later in the summer time. He let his head drop slightly and looked down at the ground. He almost snapped his head off from how fast he looked back up. Right in front of him, he saw a tall, female figure heading across his way. The girl had semi-tanned skin and long, dark hair. Cohen couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was as if thinking of her had conjured her out of mid-air. "it's not her, Cohen. You're going nuts.". But something about this girl seemed so familiar. He started walking forward with out realizing it. He was determined to see who it was, he wanted to know he at least has a tiny bit of sanity left in him. As he approached, his eyes flew open in shock.
That freckled face was unmistakable.
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