Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 9, 2006 21:11:58 GMT -5
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OoC Info::
Name/Alias:Lilyanne/Lil
Neopets Username: ofevilfalcons (Yes, it’s me again… 2nd charrie, someone a little different from Bryn)
Age:15
Email:
Sample Of Writing: I have been asked by my dear cousin, Adrienne to record our upcoming ‘adventures’. That’s how she puts it. Quite honestly, I don’t reckon any of us will live see next Tuesday. Hunters have a way of finding Bandits. Like our parents. Like us. I don’t dare say that aloud, though. Nathaniel is quite frightened enough as it is. All of us are.
I suppose I ought to start from the very beginning. I grew up in Dembug Niha. My father told me the name ‘Dembug Niha’ meant ‘Bandit Home’ in Celka-Yaraej. Both my parents were part of the underground resistance against the evil King Mortimer. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, the resistance operating secretly from Dembug Niha. Last night was when it all happened.
It was past curfew, but my friend, Arthur Kimayz had forgotten to run to the well that afternoon. His mother made him go out after dark to fetch water, Adrienne, her brother Caleb and I were to accompany him. We were fooling and dallying along the edge of the forest when we heard the whistle of an arrow. I felt the arrow ruffle my hair as it past me. Adrienne, Arthur and I heard a sickening sound of impact and a short cry from Caleb. He (being several inches taller than I) had gotten the arrow straight through his skull. Arthur and I were frozen in fear, staring, horrified at Caleb.
I hate writing this; it is hard to keep back the tears, even without reliving every moment. But Adrienne said to record every detail, otherwise we’d forget. Maybe it’s only me, but I think we will have a hard time forgetting this.
“Go!” Adrienne shouted, pushing us ahead of her. I came to my senses and ran for it; the ground was shaking with the hoof beats of horses.
“Hunters!” Adrienne screamed to our sleeping village. “Hunters!” I took up the cry as well. Normally, Arthur would be the first to raise the alarm, so I looked around for him. He wasn’t anywhere near us. I turned around.
“Where are you going?” Adrienne grabbed me.
“I’m going to find Arthur! He’s gone!” Adrienne shook her head.
“He’s gone, Theo, you can’t save him!” Shocked, I let Adrienne pull me through the suddenly crowded streets; all of the men in Dembug Niha were out fighting with whatever they could get their hands on. The Hunters ravaged through our village, burning as they went. Adrienne dragged me still further, until we came to the Yae-za Rechela, a great oak tree beyond the village.
Adrienne and I climbed through the hidden entrance and descended into the dark lair. There were no candles with us, so I walked with my hands outstretched, as if blind. My fingers brushed something—something alive! I cried out. So did Adrienne and two other voices.
“Who goes there?” demanded one of the strangers.
“Silas and Elijah Bartholomew?” I asked in disbelief. That voice had to belong to one of the Bartholomew twins.
“You can’t be Silas and Elijah Bartholomew!” One said hysterically “We’re Silas and Elijah Bartholomew!”
“’Lij, they meant to ask if are we Silas and Elijah.” That was Silas.
“Oh. Of course.”
“We’re Adrienne Jaez and Theophilus Korinth.” Adrienne said imperiously, in case the twins hadn’t come to that conclusion.
“Right. What’s happening? Where is everyone else?” One twin (I think it was Elijah) asked quietly. There was heavy silence; all I herd was the distant sound of swords and screams from the village. It was Adrienne who answered.
“I don’t think there is anyone else.”
BiC Info::
Name: Georgia “Georgie” Spinnet-Weasely
Age/Year: 15/5th Year
Blood: Pure blood
Wand: Oak, Phoenix feather, 11 inches
Personality: Georgie is loud and robust; obviously George Weasely’s daughter. She spends most of her holidays working at Weasely’s Wizard Wheezes, and shares Fred and George’s interest in all things involving chaos and hilarity. Georgie is vivacious, outgoing, a fair flier (Chaser)—your typical Weasely. Georgie lives to have fun, and she is very accomplished in that area. She loves chilling with her friends and plotting misdeeds with any willing accomplice. She's a huge flirt and she loves teasing the Hogwarts boys. Like most Weasely's, Georgie takes nothing lying down. She sticks up for herself (and others) but won't go looking for a fight. It's just better to get along, whwen possible.
Appearence: Average height, at 5’5”, the famous Weasely red hair and chocolate brown eyes. And freckles of course. Gotta love the freckles. She is supposed to wear a pair of plastic-framed spectacles, but Georgie is forever misplacing them. Her clothing is simple, comfy and sporty. Jeans and hoodie suit her just fine for the weekends.
Parents: George Weasely and Alicia Spinnet-Weasely
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Average. Spends more time socializing and joking than paying attention to school.
OoC Info::
Name/Alias:Lilyanne/Lil
Neopets Username: ofevilfalcons (Yes, it’s me again… 2nd charrie, someone a little different from Bryn)
Age:15
Email:
Sample Of Writing: I have been asked by my dear cousin, Adrienne to record our upcoming ‘adventures’. That’s how she puts it. Quite honestly, I don’t reckon any of us will live see next Tuesday. Hunters have a way of finding Bandits. Like our parents. Like us. I don’t dare say that aloud, though. Nathaniel is quite frightened enough as it is. All of us are.
I suppose I ought to start from the very beginning. I grew up in Dembug Niha. My father told me the name ‘Dembug Niha’ meant ‘Bandit Home’ in Celka-Yaraej. Both my parents were part of the underground resistance against the evil King Mortimer. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, the resistance operating secretly from Dembug Niha. Last night was when it all happened.
It was past curfew, but my friend, Arthur Kimayz had forgotten to run to the well that afternoon. His mother made him go out after dark to fetch water, Adrienne, her brother Caleb and I were to accompany him. We were fooling and dallying along the edge of the forest when we heard the whistle of an arrow. I felt the arrow ruffle my hair as it past me. Adrienne, Arthur and I heard a sickening sound of impact and a short cry from Caleb. He (being several inches taller than I) had gotten the arrow straight through his skull. Arthur and I were frozen in fear, staring, horrified at Caleb.
I hate writing this; it is hard to keep back the tears, even without reliving every moment. But Adrienne said to record every detail, otherwise we’d forget. Maybe it’s only me, but I think we will have a hard time forgetting this.
“Go!” Adrienne shouted, pushing us ahead of her. I came to my senses and ran for it; the ground was shaking with the hoof beats of horses.
“Hunters!” Adrienne screamed to our sleeping village. “Hunters!” I took up the cry as well. Normally, Arthur would be the first to raise the alarm, so I looked around for him. He wasn’t anywhere near us. I turned around.
“Where are you going?” Adrienne grabbed me.
“I’m going to find Arthur! He’s gone!” Adrienne shook her head.
“He’s gone, Theo, you can’t save him!” Shocked, I let Adrienne pull me through the suddenly crowded streets; all of the men in Dembug Niha were out fighting with whatever they could get their hands on. The Hunters ravaged through our village, burning as they went. Adrienne dragged me still further, until we came to the Yae-za Rechela, a great oak tree beyond the village.
Adrienne and I climbed through the hidden entrance and descended into the dark lair. There were no candles with us, so I walked with my hands outstretched, as if blind. My fingers brushed something—something alive! I cried out. So did Adrienne and two other voices.
“Who goes there?” demanded one of the strangers.
“Silas and Elijah Bartholomew?” I asked in disbelief. That voice had to belong to one of the Bartholomew twins.
“You can’t be Silas and Elijah Bartholomew!” One said hysterically “We’re Silas and Elijah Bartholomew!”
“’Lij, they meant to ask if are we Silas and Elijah.” That was Silas.
“Oh. Of course.”
“We’re Adrienne Jaez and Theophilus Korinth.” Adrienne said imperiously, in case the twins hadn’t come to that conclusion.
“Right. What’s happening? Where is everyone else?” One twin (I think it was Elijah) asked quietly. There was heavy silence; all I herd was the distant sound of swords and screams from the village. It was Adrienne who answered.
“I don’t think there is anyone else.”
BiC Info::
Name: Georgia “Georgie” Spinnet-Weasely
Age/Year: 15/5th Year
Blood: Pure blood
Wand: Oak, Phoenix feather, 11 inches
Personality: Georgie is loud and robust; obviously George Weasely’s daughter. She spends most of her holidays working at Weasely’s Wizard Wheezes, and shares Fred and George’s interest in all things involving chaos and hilarity. Georgie is vivacious, outgoing, a fair flier (Chaser)—your typical Weasely. Georgie lives to have fun, and she is very accomplished in that area. She loves chilling with her friends and plotting misdeeds with any willing accomplice. She's a huge flirt and she loves teasing the Hogwarts boys. Like most Weasely's, Georgie takes nothing lying down. She sticks up for herself (and others) but won't go looking for a fight. It's just better to get along, whwen possible.
Appearence: Average height, at 5’5”, the famous Weasely red hair and chocolate brown eyes. And freckles of course. Gotta love the freckles. She is supposed to wear a pair of plastic-framed spectacles, but Georgie is forever misplacing them. Her clothing is simple, comfy and sporty. Jeans and hoodie suit her just fine for the weekends.
Parents: George Weasely and Alicia Spinnet-Weasely
House: Gryffindor
Grades: Average. Spends more time socializing and joking than paying attention to school.
