Post by Vanity Weasley on Aug 31, 2006 20:27:22 GMT -5
OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Lil
Neopets Username:ofevilfalcons
Age:15
Email:
Sample Of Writing:It was too cold for anyone in his right mind to be outside. Emery could see his breath as he trudged up the hill. It was a gloomy little hill; weeds and blackberry bushes had taken everything but the gravel path winding up the house. The frigid air made Emery’s eyes water and reddened the tips of his fingers. A bitter wind blew past Emery, stinging his face; he was now heartily wishing he had brought a scarf along.
He could see the actual house now. What a grim affair. The building sagged pathetically, loose boards rattling in the wind. It was in desperate need of a paint job and the garden was overrun with rogue plants growing off their trellises and onto the house.
Now that Emery had the place in sight, he took the last bit of the hill at a run. Panting, he came to rest under the eves on the side of the house. He might have sat there all night if he hadn’t a job to do; heat was radiating from the house and Emery found it difficult to move away from the newfound comfort.
Emery forced himself to his feet. The first window was just around the corner. He crept round the house, staying low behind the wild garden plants. The curtains were drawn open, to Emery’s relief. He peered cautiously inside, praying not to be seen. Inside was a dark, empty room. Emery sighed, but grinned at his reflection. He was a vain, arrogant little boy and couldn’t resist a mirror.
It couldn’t be denied that Emery was a very charming young man. He was tall, with a slightly pale complexion, and dark hair that constantly fell into his eyes in what he decided was a casual elegance. He had wide brown eyes and he had a very nice nose, as noses go. It was of medium length and turned up a bit at the end.
Even Emery knew enough to tear himself away from the window. If he were caught… well, that just wouldn’t be good. Moving on to the next window, Emery had to be careful. He was on his knees, doing his best to stay out of sight. There were lots of people in this room. A half dozen grown-ups seemed to be enjoying an after dinner brandy and card game. As Emery watched, he saw a frighteningly ancient woman enter the room. She was one of those old ladies that just looked mean. She had a severe purse to her turtle lips and sat like she had a skewer up her bottom.
This must be the old bat that runs the place, Emery thought, repulsed by her usually strong aura of grown-uppyness. Putting it politely, Emery was not fond of grown-ups. There were few Emery had seen that made it into his good books. Maybe three total. To be fair to the grown-ups of the world, the grown-ups Emery had met were not exactly the cream of the crop.
BiC Info::
Name: Bryn Siria Potter
Age/Year:15/4th year
Blood: Pure Blood
Wand: Dragon heart string, mahogany, 8 inches
Personality: Highly suspicious and paranoid, Bryn is not your typical Gryffindor. Her parents' celebrity status has always shead unwanted spotlight on Bryn, and she therefore has difficulty making friends. While Bryn won't go out of her way to strike up a conversation or make friends, she won't hesitate to share her opinions. Bryn has an opinion on everything, but isn't very considerate about how she phrases her observations, so she often comes across as mean and insensitive. She loves her parents, but she hates the reflected fame they have brought upon her, and gets very guarded and unpleasant when other people bring up the subject of their legendary story. Between her personality, looks and lack of interest in Quidditch, Bryn is an anamoly in her family, but she doesn't mind this, and usually gets along fairly well with her parents.
Appearence: Bryn is very obviously a Potter. Her straight jet-black hair is chopped just below her chin, and her startlingly green eyes eerily resemble her father's. She is very small for her age, at 4'11", and she knows this, so there is no need to point out her lack of stature. It will just annoy her. Bryn's style (when not in her school robes) is rather eclectic. She despises most modern looks (she wouldn't be caught dead in jeans and a t-shirt), preferring vintage looks and unusual accessaries. She loves creating outfits for the weekends, the only time anyone gets a sense of her style.
Parents: Harry and Ginevra Potter
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Very good. Bryn is very focused on school and is constantly trying to come out on top of the class. Maybe then she could be something besides a famous name.
Name/Alias: Lil
Neopets Username:ofevilfalcons
Age:15
Email:
Sample Of Writing:It was too cold for anyone in his right mind to be outside. Emery could see his breath as he trudged up the hill. It was a gloomy little hill; weeds and blackberry bushes had taken everything but the gravel path winding up the house. The frigid air made Emery’s eyes water and reddened the tips of his fingers. A bitter wind blew past Emery, stinging his face; he was now heartily wishing he had brought a scarf along.
He could see the actual house now. What a grim affair. The building sagged pathetically, loose boards rattling in the wind. It was in desperate need of a paint job and the garden was overrun with rogue plants growing off their trellises and onto the house.
Now that Emery had the place in sight, he took the last bit of the hill at a run. Panting, he came to rest under the eves on the side of the house. He might have sat there all night if he hadn’t a job to do; heat was radiating from the house and Emery found it difficult to move away from the newfound comfort.
Emery forced himself to his feet. The first window was just around the corner. He crept round the house, staying low behind the wild garden plants. The curtains were drawn open, to Emery’s relief. He peered cautiously inside, praying not to be seen. Inside was a dark, empty room. Emery sighed, but grinned at his reflection. He was a vain, arrogant little boy and couldn’t resist a mirror.
It couldn’t be denied that Emery was a very charming young man. He was tall, with a slightly pale complexion, and dark hair that constantly fell into his eyes in what he decided was a casual elegance. He had wide brown eyes and he had a very nice nose, as noses go. It was of medium length and turned up a bit at the end.
Even Emery knew enough to tear himself away from the window. If he were caught… well, that just wouldn’t be good. Moving on to the next window, Emery had to be careful. He was on his knees, doing his best to stay out of sight. There were lots of people in this room. A half dozen grown-ups seemed to be enjoying an after dinner brandy and card game. As Emery watched, he saw a frighteningly ancient woman enter the room. She was one of those old ladies that just looked mean. She had a severe purse to her turtle lips and sat like she had a skewer up her bottom.
This must be the old bat that runs the place, Emery thought, repulsed by her usually strong aura of grown-uppyness. Putting it politely, Emery was not fond of grown-ups. There were few Emery had seen that made it into his good books. Maybe three total. To be fair to the grown-ups of the world, the grown-ups Emery had met were not exactly the cream of the crop.
BiC Info::
Name: Bryn Siria Potter
Age/Year:15/4th year
Blood: Pure Blood
Wand: Dragon heart string, mahogany, 8 inches
Personality: Highly suspicious and paranoid, Bryn is not your typical Gryffindor. Her parents' celebrity status has always shead unwanted spotlight on Bryn, and she therefore has difficulty making friends. While Bryn won't go out of her way to strike up a conversation or make friends, she won't hesitate to share her opinions. Bryn has an opinion on everything, but isn't very considerate about how she phrases her observations, so she often comes across as mean and insensitive. She loves her parents, but she hates the reflected fame they have brought upon her, and gets very guarded and unpleasant when other people bring up the subject of their legendary story. Between her personality, looks and lack of interest in Quidditch, Bryn is an anamoly in her family, but she doesn't mind this, and usually gets along fairly well with her parents.
Appearence: Bryn is very obviously a Potter. Her straight jet-black hair is chopped just below her chin, and her startlingly green eyes eerily resemble her father's. She is very small for her age, at 4'11", and she knows this, so there is no need to point out her lack of stature. It will just annoy her. Bryn's style (when not in her school robes) is rather eclectic. She despises most modern looks (she wouldn't be caught dead in jeans and a t-shirt), preferring vintage looks and unusual accessaries. She loves creating outfits for the weekends, the only time anyone gets a sense of her style.
Parents: Harry and Ginevra Potter
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Very good. Bryn is very focused on school and is constantly trying to come out on top of the class. Maybe then she could be something besides a famous name.
