Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 9, 2006 20:52:31 GMT -5
OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Erin, or Insanity.
Neopets Username: ixilover207, or irish_temper_11
Age: Nearly 14
Email: I'd rather not...
Sample Of Writing:(This shall be an intro for a roleplay...a wolf role-play. 'Kay?)
As insecure as he was, he still made his early morning walks.
Senile loped along the foothills of the canyon cliffs, his mismatched sight giving him complicated instructions. As he made his way higher, he picked carefully through the rocks, taking care to avoid the edge. If he was in a normal mood, he'd be launching himself joyously over the paths, but recently, a strange force seemed to keep his mood down.
No longer did he pine for his life to end, or feel the urge to propel himself off a cliff. A strange feeling came over him in the last moonrise, and it was taking its toll. Senile was no longer his normal, cheerful, energetic self. He was dark and dismal, yet still had no suicidal intentions. It was nerve straining, to suddenly not make himself use will power to stop himself from ending his own life.
Senile kept on his way, finally reaching a peak. He stared tentatively over the side, and shivered at the thought of plunging over the side. What's wrong with me? he thought desperately. Never before had his mind been so muddled; normally it was clear and bright, only a corner shadowed by his dark past. But now, in his confusion, the doors to the darkness were broadened and cracked open, and his graphic history poured through his thoughts.
He was running, sounds of angry howling behind him. But they were oddly muffled, as though someone had thrown a cloth over his ears. The sound that he could really pick up was the sound of labored breathing from beside him. He looked over and stared, shivering as he saw the figure of Almond Shape, his sister. In a flash, he remembered what the scene was. He was running from the Dark pack, the exile that he and Almond had been trapped in for the first three years of his life. Senile ran faster, but nothing became of it.
As if from afar, he watched as his sister was set upon by the warriors, and as he ran away from the bloody scene. A savage howl tore from his maw, and he split into the night...
Senile was torn from his memories by a sharp pain in his forepaw. Startled, he looked down and saw a blue bird, pecking at his foot. "Stupid Blue jay. Go home." He shook the bird off, but he was set upon from behind by a jay that lit upon his shoulder. An angry snarl rumbled from deep within his chest, and the seven birds that now fluttered around him fled.
As Senile watched the birds soar off into the morning sky, his heart panged in bittersweet joy at the sight. An entire flock joined his tormenters, and all at once, they flew. And Senile flew with them.
Yes, the canine flew, in a matter of speaking. He ran, and as he caught up with the speeding jays, he felt his soul lift off from him and fly with them. And he ran. His heart opened up and joyous once more, free of the dark, penetrating dark that had muffled him for so long. Senile was free, and home. Nothing could bring him down now.
Except…A cliff. He skidded to a stop on the edge, and his soul crept back within him. He watched the blue jays fly away from him, but his heart wasn’t shadowed. And he could live again, without having to force himself to meander along pointlessly through the void of time. He could live his life again. At least, what was left of it.
BiC Info::
Name: Kevin Malfoy
Age/Year: 17, year 7. (Almost 18.)
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: 14 inches, birch, unicorn hair.
Personality: Somewhat like his father. Cold and arrogant on the outside, and has stinging words. Though, like Draco, he is insecure in his hard shell. The result is a thoroughly odd persona, and Kevin is the ideal for being picked on. He is lacking in acedemic skills, though he tries....sometimes. Mostly he spends his free time goofing off or flitting about the edge of the forest, watching girls at the edge of the lake.
Appearence: Kevin is a handsome boy, though not the most good-looking in Hogwarts. Slightly curly, dirty blonde hair curls around his ears, one of which is studded with a small earring. His tan skin contrasts to his father, and his flattish nose and thin lips complete his facial features. He is slender, but from afar, he looks positively anorexic. Usually his thin hands are thrust into the pockets of his trademark jeans, and he's yawning while sliding down his chair in the middle of the class. Dark blue eyes are usually dull with boredom in classes, except when he gets to Transfiguration, his favorite subject.
Parents: Draco malfoy and Pansy Malfoy
House: Slytherin (What a surprise.)
Grades: He isn't the best student, but he manages to keep his grades decent. He exells in Transfiguration, but in other classes he barely puts effort into his work.
Name/Alias: Erin, or Insanity.
Neopets Username: ixilover207, or irish_temper_11
Age: Nearly 14
Email: I'd rather not...
Sample Of Writing:(This shall be an intro for a roleplay...a wolf role-play. 'Kay?)
As insecure as he was, he still made his early morning walks.
Senile loped along the foothills of the canyon cliffs, his mismatched sight giving him complicated instructions. As he made his way higher, he picked carefully through the rocks, taking care to avoid the edge. If he was in a normal mood, he'd be launching himself joyously over the paths, but recently, a strange force seemed to keep his mood down.
No longer did he pine for his life to end, or feel the urge to propel himself off a cliff. A strange feeling came over him in the last moonrise, and it was taking its toll. Senile was no longer his normal, cheerful, energetic self. He was dark and dismal, yet still had no suicidal intentions. It was nerve straining, to suddenly not make himself use will power to stop himself from ending his own life.
Senile kept on his way, finally reaching a peak. He stared tentatively over the side, and shivered at the thought of plunging over the side. What's wrong with me? he thought desperately. Never before had his mind been so muddled; normally it was clear and bright, only a corner shadowed by his dark past. But now, in his confusion, the doors to the darkness were broadened and cracked open, and his graphic history poured through his thoughts.
He was running, sounds of angry howling behind him. But they were oddly muffled, as though someone had thrown a cloth over his ears. The sound that he could really pick up was the sound of labored breathing from beside him. He looked over and stared, shivering as he saw the figure of Almond Shape, his sister. In a flash, he remembered what the scene was. He was running from the Dark pack, the exile that he and Almond had been trapped in for the first three years of his life. Senile ran faster, but nothing became of it.
As if from afar, he watched as his sister was set upon by the warriors, and as he ran away from the bloody scene. A savage howl tore from his maw, and he split into the night...
Senile was torn from his memories by a sharp pain in his forepaw. Startled, he looked down and saw a blue bird, pecking at his foot. "Stupid Blue jay. Go home." He shook the bird off, but he was set upon from behind by a jay that lit upon his shoulder. An angry snarl rumbled from deep within his chest, and the seven birds that now fluttered around him fled.
As Senile watched the birds soar off into the morning sky, his heart panged in bittersweet joy at the sight. An entire flock joined his tormenters, and all at once, they flew. And Senile flew with them.
Yes, the canine flew, in a matter of speaking. He ran, and as he caught up with the speeding jays, he felt his soul lift off from him and fly with them. And he ran. His heart opened up and joyous once more, free of the dark, penetrating dark that had muffled him for so long. Senile was free, and home. Nothing could bring him down now.
Except…A cliff. He skidded to a stop on the edge, and his soul crept back within him. He watched the blue jays fly away from him, but his heart wasn’t shadowed. And he could live again, without having to force himself to meander along pointlessly through the void of time. He could live his life again. At least, what was left of it.
BiC Info::
Name: Kevin Malfoy
Age/Year: 17, year 7. (Almost 18.)
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: 14 inches, birch, unicorn hair.
Personality: Somewhat like his father. Cold and arrogant on the outside, and has stinging words. Though, like Draco, he is insecure in his hard shell. The result is a thoroughly odd persona, and Kevin is the ideal for being picked on. He is lacking in acedemic skills, though he tries....sometimes. Mostly he spends his free time goofing off or flitting about the edge of the forest, watching girls at the edge of the lake.
Appearence: Kevin is a handsome boy, though not the most good-looking in Hogwarts. Slightly curly, dirty blonde hair curls around his ears, one of which is studded with a small earring. His tan skin contrasts to his father, and his flattish nose and thin lips complete his facial features. He is slender, but from afar, he looks positively anorexic. Usually his thin hands are thrust into the pockets of his trademark jeans, and he's yawning while sliding down his chair in the middle of the class. Dark blue eyes are usually dull with boredom in classes, except when he gets to Transfiguration, his favorite subject.
Parents: Draco malfoy and Pansy Malfoy
House: Slytherin (What a surprise.)
Grades: He isn't the best student, but he manages to keep his grades decent. He exells in Transfiguration, but in other classes he barely puts effort into his work.
