Post by Evangeline Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 16:03:25 GMT -5
Character Information
Full Name - Evangeline Malfoy
Nicknames - Evie, ‘That Albino Chick’, ‘Ice Queen’
Birthday - November 30th
Age - Seventeen
Gender - Female
Parents - Draco Malfoy & Sophronia [Carrington] Malfoy
Bloodline - Half-blood
School - Hogwarts
Year - Seventh
Character Basics
Appearance - Evangeline is a slender girl, and has always been. She never did eat all that much as a child...she was pretty absentminded and sometimes went downstairs for breakfast and it was already dark out. She had never been short until her third year at Hogwarts--she had gotten her growth spurt at age nine, and it was up to 5'3--when everyone suddenly had to be on their knees to be level with her, and though she used to resent it, she now accepts that this is one of the traits she recieved from her mother, along with a few others. But her father's blond hair belonged to her now as well. She has hair the color of a pale yellow rose, and the streams of blonde flow down past her shoulders in cream-colored rivers, framing her equally pale face in straight, wispy strands. Just kidding. Her hair lays flat in a tangled mess down to her butt, and the washed-out color has always been the downfall of the seventeen year old's appearance. Evie's eyes are set somewhat widely apart, giving her a permenantly surprised and innocent look, though when she glares it is anything but innocent. The color of the iris is green, though, like her hair, it is washed out. Sophronia had been able to balance out the color of her eyes by the darkness of her hair, but Evangeline was given no such gift. Like her hair, her eyebrows were blonde, and her face is white as well and shaped like a heart. All this put together--along with the femme's chapped, pale lips--gives everyone around her the notion that she's albino. She's been accused countless times, to be sure, and Hogwarts students call her 'that albino chick' or 'the ice queen' behind her back. Needless to say, she isn't very popular.
Evangeline has a small mouth and she has a tendancy to purse her lips when she's upset or angry instead of opening up and cursing the living daylights out of whoever stands in her way. Though...she does do that sometimes. The girl's nose is small from the front, though upturned at the end like a ski-jump, pushed out from her face rather far. Evie's body is nothing to look at, really, and she's pretty much flat all around and shaped like a stick. She's never really tried to impress anyone--who cares what people think?--so most of the time she dresses plainly, according to uniform, and the most exciting thing that ever happens with Evie's appearance is when she applies chapstick. Evie thinks she's plain and doesn't care as much as people think she should, and her hair is usually tangled, and in knots. It's always getting in her way and if she complains about anything--or, excuse me, the thing she complains about most--it's the length of her blonde tresses, and she constantly claims that she will cut it all off in the bathroom with a butter knife if she has to. But she's never done it, and most people have gotten used to having her state this in every single conversation they ever have with her.
Personality - Evangeline has always been a bit on the quiet side, even with people she's known for years, and she doesn't quite care about things one way or the other. But the one thing she does care about--perhaps the only thing--is her dignity. Evie has two sisters and three brothers--five siblings, you'd think that's enough to never be lonely--and most of them are pretty okay. She's a twin, and her opposite's name is Theron. He's alright, maybe a little different than her--okay, a lot--but they still get along even though he's in Slytherin and she's in Ravenclaw. Evie has always been pretty emotional, ever since the very beginning, but after years of experience in the wizarding world and in the presense of her whole eight-person family, femme has found it possible to live only through brushing off her feelings, hiding herself with a placid look on her albino-like face, and using her indifferent attitude to her advantage. Mostly, Evie expresses herself only through her freak side and through her writing. She has a rough edge that can usually only be expressed toward people she doesn't care for, which is practically everyone, but the wry humor she carries is the only thing that passes by her lips. There's just something that lets her dark-sounding voice carry along a sick humor that kicks people in the ass at times. Though...it is rumored that ((and this rumor is true)) Evangeline is a demon woman when she is woken up in the mornings, and one would generally not want to get in her way.
You can't better her...Evie is smart and doesn't give up easily even when she's fighting a hopeless case. She's a strong girl and has an interesting outlook on life that seems odd to some, but deep down, they know it makes sense. And that's why people are generally afraid of her, afraid of being around her...because she speaks the truth. The cold, hard, uncencored truth, and she does it so bluntly sometimes that it makes people want to cry. Her motto geneally stands at, 'Do what you can for yourself. Because you're the only trustworthy person you can think of.' She's competitive and, if she fails, will always try harder than ever the next time. But despite this fire in her personality, Evangeline can sometimes be found somewhere looking into the distance, just thinking. To 'the people', this girl is a mysterious figure to watch out for. She's the ice queen, the albino chick, and the one person out of everyone in Hogwarts to stay away from. She has a snake's tongue and her abilities at her side, and carries an overpowering air about her that most people find intriguing. Which makes her even more dangerous to their emotions. And that is their downfall against the albino contortionist. Even though she doesn't know it, she scares people. Evangeline has no friends, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest. How can she miss something she's never had?
History - Evangeline grew up in her very own world. It was like she'd been living in a bubble forever, and over the years it has worn down until it simply...popped. Femme had never been to a muggle school--neither of her parents wanted that, they were simply horrified at the general idea--and so she just sat around all day, watching the sun rise and set, living her life as she wished. Her mother, Sophronia, was affectionate and somehow managed to keep both herself and Theron out of trouble most of the time. But since Evie mostly took care of herself, people usually left her alone. Then the next sister came, then the rest of her brothers, and her other sister, and everything became haywire in the real world. But Evangeline sat at her window and watched the rest of them play outside, sometimes with a book and sometimes with the muggle computer that her father had reluctantly bought for her when her hands kept cramping in her notebooks. And some might say that that was all the girl had done with her childhood, that reading and writing and acting like a complete nerd day in, day out was her thing. But there was something about Evie that set her apart from every other girl her age, besides being a witch. Evangeline Malfoy was a contortionist, and a skilled one at that. Ever since she'd learned how to stretch her body, the girl had practiced, taking out books from the library on contortionism, and yoga, and martial arts. And of course, from her contortionism, Evangeline developed a liking for martial arts as well.
Her parents didn't exactly know about it until the day she put on a 'show' for the whole family at the age of ten, and surprised, no, amazed them with the talent. Her siblings thought it was a little weird, but since when did Evangeline care what anyone thought? She thought the ability was quite handy, and did what she wanted. Who knew, maybe some day she could be a one woman freak show with it. She certainly looked freaky enough.
Hometown - London, England
Likes - Literature, martial arts, contortionism, windows, Christmastime, nighttime, space, freedom
Dislikes - Crowding, rumors/gossip, interruption, mornings
Goals - Graduate with only exceeds expectations and outstandings, overachieve, run her own life forever and ever
Dreams - Write a book or two, settle down someplace calm, be a gymnast, sleep late every morning
Family
Parents - Draco Malfoy & Sophronia [Carrington] Malfoy
Sibling(s) - Theron, Karin, Seth, Madigan
Pet(s) - Embers and Envelopes [Embers], black cat
RP Sample - [Roleplaying as Sophronia Carrington on my other site, Trimagic.]
It was early, too early...but the girl couldn't sleep anymore. Anymore? I haven't slept all night. Her eyes had lay open, the pale green of them reflecting the light of the moon filtering in through the wall window beside her bed, all night. And the dry air of winter wasn't helping. She shifted positions every other minute, and turned to face the sleeping Slytherin girls beside her in the other three four poster beds in the room. Bedsprings creaked and the brunette's face fell away from the pillow as she curled up under the covers, drawing the warmth within herself out to her limbs and nose. And she stayed that way until dawn crept its way over the world, the horizon beginning to show the edges of the cold winter sun. She knew, as it was Saturday, that no one else would be up for a long time, but she couldn't stand just laying there in bed, rigid and freezing. She had to get up to do something. Anything. And then it hit her...Quiddich. The girl hadn't played for ages, and it was one thing that she truly loved. The wind rushing through her dark locks as she flew, blood pumping, toward one of the three gold rings, hurling the Quaffle toward it. A smile crossed her face, and as she crawled out of bed she let her mouth open wide for a yawn to pass through. Hair flopped listlessly in front of her pale face, and femme pushed it back in annoyance.
Sophronia was quiet as she rummaged in her trunk for something to wear other than her skimpy nightgown, and she pulled warm wool socks over her feet. She wouldn't dress in game gear...that would be just a little bit pointless. As she pulled a navy blouse over her head, Sophronia yawned once more. God...I really need to take sleeping lessons. It seems I've had no rest for days now. When the girl closed her trunk, she was wearing a pair of black pants, black shoes, and the navy shirt. Hair was still mussed, but it didn't matter. Sophronia snapped an elastic onto her wrist and made a mental note to put it in a ponytail when she got down to the pitch. The girl hopped down the stairs, tiptoeing, and stopped at the window, frozen still. But not from the air. The air was warm. Almost hot. The day had dawned with an interesting twist...it, for once, wasn't snowing. It was clear, and the snow that had fallen the day before was already warming to the point of water. It's melted form was drying up as well, and as the brunette female looked out the common room window, her eyes widened in amazement. The sun nearly blinded her, and as she rested the fingertips of her left hand on the window, they didn't freeze onto the glass as they would have a week ago. Goddamn global warming. Those stupid muggles. Not that her father wasn't a muggle, or her friends back home--wait. Why do I keep referring America as back 'home'? I won't be going back there, will I, except for visits...this is my home now. England. And for the first time, the girl seriously considered where she wanted to live when she graduated.
Home is Alabama. That's where it's always been. Tom lives there. Sara and the Js, and the twins and Lily...everyone. Maybe it's time for a change. Shivering involuntarily, Sophronia grabbed a jacket that she guessed to be Phoenix's by the whore-like quality and it's size, and also the blood stains, and she donned it quickly as an afterthought. The girl headed up from the dungeon level to the entrance hall, and out the front doors. A gust of wind nearly blew the seventh year to the ground, but she closed to doors firmly and headed down to the Quiddich pitch. She wasn't paying all that much attention to her surroundings, and she bumped into the changing room door for the Slytherins by accident before she realized she'd actually arrived at the pitch. Need...sleep...need...energy... Picking herself off the ground, the girl passed through the room and headed to the supply closet for her broom. She kept it locked up there along with some of the other team members' brooms, and as she fingered it gently it brought a warm touch, a tingly touch, to her hands. Sophronia held the Firebolt gently, it's sleek handle engraved with the broom name. It was a few years old, bought for her by Saraline and her wealthy witch mother for her fifteenth birthday. Cracking a smile, the girl whisked it off and crashed through the door that led back outside. Just as she mounted her broom, eyes caught a figure in the air already. She couldn't recognize the person from where she stood, but he had a beater's bat and was using it skillfully.
That's not him, can't be...he graduated. The seventeen year old brought the Firebolt up higher and higher. Her eyes had not deceived her...it was one of the Weasley twins. "Oi! Remember me?" She called, voice cracking slightly as the wind carried her voice to the other's ears. She had the Quaffle under her arm, and she spun it on one finger as she flew slowly over to the ex-Gryffindor beater. "How's it going? Long time no see."
Full Name - Evangeline Malfoy
Nicknames - Evie, ‘That Albino Chick’, ‘Ice Queen’
Birthday - November 30th
Age - Seventeen
Gender - Female
Parents - Draco Malfoy & Sophronia [Carrington] Malfoy
Bloodline - Half-blood
School - Hogwarts
Year - Seventh
Character Basics
Appearance - Evangeline is a slender girl, and has always been. She never did eat all that much as a child...she was pretty absentminded and sometimes went downstairs for breakfast and it was already dark out. She had never been short until her third year at Hogwarts--she had gotten her growth spurt at age nine, and it was up to 5'3--when everyone suddenly had to be on their knees to be level with her, and though she used to resent it, she now accepts that this is one of the traits she recieved from her mother, along with a few others. But her father's blond hair belonged to her now as well. She has hair the color of a pale yellow rose, and the streams of blonde flow down past her shoulders in cream-colored rivers, framing her equally pale face in straight, wispy strands. Just kidding. Her hair lays flat in a tangled mess down to her butt, and the washed-out color has always been the downfall of the seventeen year old's appearance. Evie's eyes are set somewhat widely apart, giving her a permenantly surprised and innocent look, though when she glares it is anything but innocent. The color of the iris is green, though, like her hair, it is washed out. Sophronia had been able to balance out the color of her eyes by the darkness of her hair, but Evangeline was given no such gift. Like her hair, her eyebrows were blonde, and her face is white as well and shaped like a heart. All this put together--along with the femme's chapped, pale lips--gives everyone around her the notion that she's albino. She's been accused countless times, to be sure, and Hogwarts students call her 'that albino chick' or 'the ice queen' behind her back. Needless to say, she isn't very popular.
Evangeline has a small mouth and she has a tendancy to purse her lips when she's upset or angry instead of opening up and cursing the living daylights out of whoever stands in her way. Though...she does do that sometimes. The girl's nose is small from the front, though upturned at the end like a ski-jump, pushed out from her face rather far. Evie's body is nothing to look at, really, and she's pretty much flat all around and shaped like a stick. She's never really tried to impress anyone--who cares what people think?--so most of the time she dresses plainly, according to uniform, and the most exciting thing that ever happens with Evie's appearance is when she applies chapstick. Evie thinks she's plain and doesn't care as much as people think she should, and her hair is usually tangled, and in knots. It's always getting in her way and if she complains about anything--or, excuse me, the thing she complains about most--it's the length of her blonde tresses, and she constantly claims that she will cut it all off in the bathroom with a butter knife if she has to. But she's never done it, and most people have gotten used to having her state this in every single conversation they ever have with her.
Personality - Evangeline has always been a bit on the quiet side, even with people she's known for years, and she doesn't quite care about things one way or the other. But the one thing she does care about--perhaps the only thing--is her dignity. Evie has two sisters and three brothers--five siblings, you'd think that's enough to never be lonely--and most of them are pretty okay. She's a twin, and her opposite's name is Theron. He's alright, maybe a little different than her--okay, a lot--but they still get along even though he's in Slytherin and she's in Ravenclaw. Evie has always been pretty emotional, ever since the very beginning, but after years of experience in the wizarding world and in the presense of her whole eight-person family, femme has found it possible to live only through brushing off her feelings, hiding herself with a placid look on her albino-like face, and using her indifferent attitude to her advantage. Mostly, Evie expresses herself only through her freak side and through her writing. She has a rough edge that can usually only be expressed toward people she doesn't care for, which is practically everyone, but the wry humor she carries is the only thing that passes by her lips. There's just something that lets her dark-sounding voice carry along a sick humor that kicks people in the ass at times. Though...it is rumored that ((and this rumor is true)) Evangeline is a demon woman when she is woken up in the mornings, and one would generally not want to get in her way.
You can't better her...Evie is smart and doesn't give up easily even when she's fighting a hopeless case. She's a strong girl and has an interesting outlook on life that seems odd to some, but deep down, they know it makes sense. And that's why people are generally afraid of her, afraid of being around her...because she speaks the truth. The cold, hard, uncencored truth, and she does it so bluntly sometimes that it makes people want to cry. Her motto geneally stands at, 'Do what you can for yourself. Because you're the only trustworthy person you can think of.' She's competitive and, if she fails, will always try harder than ever the next time. But despite this fire in her personality, Evangeline can sometimes be found somewhere looking into the distance, just thinking. To 'the people', this girl is a mysterious figure to watch out for. She's the ice queen, the albino chick, and the one person out of everyone in Hogwarts to stay away from. She has a snake's tongue and her abilities at her side, and carries an overpowering air about her that most people find intriguing. Which makes her even more dangerous to their emotions. And that is their downfall against the albino contortionist. Even though she doesn't know it, she scares people. Evangeline has no friends, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest. How can she miss something she's never had?
History - Evangeline grew up in her very own world. It was like she'd been living in a bubble forever, and over the years it has worn down until it simply...popped. Femme had never been to a muggle school--neither of her parents wanted that, they were simply horrified at the general idea--and so she just sat around all day, watching the sun rise and set, living her life as she wished. Her mother, Sophronia, was affectionate and somehow managed to keep both herself and Theron out of trouble most of the time. But since Evie mostly took care of herself, people usually left her alone. Then the next sister came, then the rest of her brothers, and her other sister, and everything became haywire in the real world. But Evangeline sat at her window and watched the rest of them play outside, sometimes with a book and sometimes with the muggle computer that her father had reluctantly bought for her when her hands kept cramping in her notebooks. And some might say that that was all the girl had done with her childhood, that reading and writing and acting like a complete nerd day in, day out was her thing. But there was something about Evie that set her apart from every other girl her age, besides being a witch. Evangeline Malfoy was a contortionist, and a skilled one at that. Ever since she'd learned how to stretch her body, the girl had practiced, taking out books from the library on contortionism, and yoga, and martial arts. And of course, from her contortionism, Evangeline developed a liking for martial arts as well.
Her parents didn't exactly know about it until the day she put on a 'show' for the whole family at the age of ten, and surprised, no, amazed them with the talent. Her siblings thought it was a little weird, but since when did Evangeline care what anyone thought? She thought the ability was quite handy, and did what she wanted. Who knew, maybe some day she could be a one woman freak show with it. She certainly looked freaky enough.
Hometown - London, England
Likes - Literature, martial arts, contortionism, windows, Christmastime, nighttime, space, freedom
Dislikes - Crowding, rumors/gossip, interruption, mornings
Goals - Graduate with only exceeds expectations and outstandings, overachieve, run her own life forever and ever
Dreams - Write a book or two, settle down someplace calm, be a gymnast, sleep late every morning
Family
Parents - Draco Malfoy & Sophronia [Carrington] Malfoy
Sibling(s) - Theron, Karin, Seth, Madigan
Pet(s) - Embers and Envelopes [Embers], black cat
RP Sample - [Roleplaying as Sophronia Carrington on my other site, Trimagic.]
It was early, too early...but the girl couldn't sleep anymore. Anymore? I haven't slept all night. Her eyes had lay open, the pale green of them reflecting the light of the moon filtering in through the wall window beside her bed, all night. And the dry air of winter wasn't helping. She shifted positions every other minute, and turned to face the sleeping Slytherin girls beside her in the other three four poster beds in the room. Bedsprings creaked and the brunette's face fell away from the pillow as she curled up under the covers, drawing the warmth within herself out to her limbs and nose. And she stayed that way until dawn crept its way over the world, the horizon beginning to show the edges of the cold winter sun. She knew, as it was Saturday, that no one else would be up for a long time, but she couldn't stand just laying there in bed, rigid and freezing. She had to get up to do something. Anything. And then it hit her...Quiddich. The girl hadn't played for ages, and it was one thing that she truly loved. The wind rushing through her dark locks as she flew, blood pumping, toward one of the three gold rings, hurling the Quaffle toward it. A smile crossed her face, and as she crawled out of bed she let her mouth open wide for a yawn to pass through. Hair flopped listlessly in front of her pale face, and femme pushed it back in annoyance.
Sophronia was quiet as she rummaged in her trunk for something to wear other than her skimpy nightgown, and she pulled warm wool socks over her feet. She wouldn't dress in game gear...that would be just a little bit pointless. As she pulled a navy blouse over her head, Sophronia yawned once more. God...I really need to take sleeping lessons. It seems I've had no rest for days now. When the girl closed her trunk, she was wearing a pair of black pants, black shoes, and the navy shirt. Hair was still mussed, but it didn't matter. Sophronia snapped an elastic onto her wrist and made a mental note to put it in a ponytail when she got down to the pitch. The girl hopped down the stairs, tiptoeing, and stopped at the window, frozen still. But not from the air. The air was warm. Almost hot. The day had dawned with an interesting twist...it, for once, wasn't snowing. It was clear, and the snow that had fallen the day before was already warming to the point of water. It's melted form was drying up as well, and as the brunette female looked out the common room window, her eyes widened in amazement. The sun nearly blinded her, and as she rested the fingertips of her left hand on the window, they didn't freeze onto the glass as they would have a week ago. Goddamn global warming. Those stupid muggles. Not that her father wasn't a muggle, or her friends back home--wait. Why do I keep referring America as back 'home'? I won't be going back there, will I, except for visits...this is my home now. England. And for the first time, the girl seriously considered where she wanted to live when she graduated.
Home is Alabama. That's where it's always been. Tom lives there. Sara and the Js, and the twins and Lily...everyone. Maybe it's time for a change. Shivering involuntarily, Sophronia grabbed a jacket that she guessed to be Phoenix's by the whore-like quality and it's size, and also the blood stains, and she donned it quickly as an afterthought. The girl headed up from the dungeon level to the entrance hall, and out the front doors. A gust of wind nearly blew the seventh year to the ground, but she closed to doors firmly and headed down to the Quiddich pitch. She wasn't paying all that much attention to her surroundings, and she bumped into the changing room door for the Slytherins by accident before she realized she'd actually arrived at the pitch. Need...sleep...need...energy... Picking herself off the ground, the girl passed through the room and headed to the supply closet for her broom. She kept it locked up there along with some of the other team members' brooms, and as she fingered it gently it brought a warm touch, a tingly touch, to her hands. Sophronia held the Firebolt gently, it's sleek handle engraved with the broom name. It was a few years old, bought for her by Saraline and her wealthy witch mother for her fifteenth birthday. Cracking a smile, the girl whisked it off and crashed through the door that led back outside. Just as she mounted her broom, eyes caught a figure in the air already. She couldn't recognize the person from where she stood, but he had a beater's bat and was using it skillfully.
That's not him, can't be...he graduated. The seventeen year old brought the Firebolt up higher and higher. Her eyes had not deceived her...it was one of the Weasley twins. "Oi! Remember me?" She called, voice cracking slightly as the wind carried her voice to the other's ears. She had the Quaffle under her arm, and she spun it on one finger as she flew slowly over to the ex-Gryffindor beater. "How's it going? Long time no see."
