Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 14, 2006 20:27:33 GMT -5
Name: Isabelle Flint
Nickname: Izzy
House: Slytherin
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: 31st July
Year: 7th
Blood: Pure
Wand: Rosewood, Dragon Blood and Crushed Basilisk Fang.
Physical description: Izzy has thick black locks that tumble over her shoulders in glossy curls. Her eyes are a bright blue contrasting with the dark hue of her tresses. Izzy is petite, standing at about 5’2 with a slim figure. She has straight white teeth and smooth creamy skin. Izzy is worried about her appearance, and takes great care over herself. She keeps fit with an early morning job, eats healthily and has a large amount of creams and lotions for her complexion. She tans lightly, and on the rare occasions she does burn, the red changes to brown overnight.
Ethnicity: Well her father is English, though her mother is French, so she is half and half, her grasp on French very good.
Personality/Moods: Izzy is a stubborn, determined resilient person who couldn’t give a damn about what people think of her.She will do what she wants, when she wants and if anyone challenges her, well she doesn’t give a damn. She voices her opinions and isn’t afraid to what she thinks. If Izzy doesn’t like you, she’ll let you know.
Izzy is far from her father’s perfect daughter, and in a certain extent, she is proud of the fact. Her father wanted her to be obedient but she wants to make the rules. He wants her to blend into the back round and that is something she’ll never do. Her father has a long list of her faults, a list he often recites. Izzy tells him to F*** Off. She loves doing the opposite of what her father wants, and swearing at him often gets him into a rage.
Yes, Izzy is a very vocal person with a large and rather violent vocabulary range. Her explosive outbursts often startle people who are standing near the petite girl and expect her to be quiet. Izzy is difficult to befriend, but once you have her trust, she’ll die for you.
Character History:
Izzy grew up learning French alongside English since she said her first word which has gotten lost over the years. She had the run of the House and is expansive grounds and made the rules. Everyone else just followed. Izzy was tutored privately, her father didn’t want her going to Muggle School and Chantal decided not to argue. She was taught English, Maths, Science, History, Geography and music by her teacher, then she had her own personal trainer, she also had her own voice coach and dance teacher. Izzy was always a difficult child, and her father soon realized that she wasn’t becoming the image he had predicted. After a failed attempt to change her, his temper exploded and he vented it out on his wife, who crumpled like a paper cup. She always did.
Izzy and Marcus fought daily, and the only peace was her time at Hogwarts, they neglected contact though her mother wrote often, and Izzy would always reply to her mother.
Apart from the feud with her father, Izzy had an easy life, her father’s gold making things smooth and easy. Her mother doted upon her and would flap and fuss and buy her gifts for no reason but to try and make her daughter smile.
However, during the summer following her sixth year, Izzy’s temperament changed for the worse. Her temper became shorter, her language became increasingly frequent and violent and she was likely to lash out for the slightest reason. The reason? Her mothers death.
After one row to many, her father vented out his anger on his wife, and Chantal couldn’t take it anymore. Marcus left the House and Izzy came downstairs to find her mother lying on the floor. She screamed and she called for help but it was too late. Nothing could be done. Izzy didn’t cry and she still hasn’t. Crying is for the weak and Izzy refuses to give into weakness, no matter what. Her father claimed murder and the story hit the papers for a short while before it faded into nothing. Izzy just watched as her father gave the public the distraught husband act and remained silent, pushing past any reporter who tired to corner her.
Relationships/family: Father: Marcus Flint. Mother: Chantal Blanc. House Elf’s: Shuffle, Jingle and Gigi.
Pet/Companion: A sleek black cat known as Kiki.
Writing Sample:
“Here you are Miss Flint.”
The gravelly tones of her driver grated through the air and Izzy almost flinched. She loathed her father’s driver, and she was sure that was the reason her father insisted upon Blake driving. She remained silent as Blake opened her door and once she emerged in King’s Cross Car Park, stepped back so she wouldn’t brush against him accidentally.
“Get my trunk Blake.”
She said sharply, rummaging in her shoulder bag for her compact. Finding it, she examined her appearance whilst she heard Blake struggle with her belongings. He could cope with it. Turning she faced the building and sighed softly. She knew whispers would follow her, and she couldn’t be asked with it. She was also pretty certain the teachers would have read “Psychology for Idiots” and try and get her to confide her deepest darkest secrets for them to hiss amongst he stuff.
Like that would ever happen.
So Izzy took a deep breath and marched towards the entrance to the station, the breeze teasing her glossy curls and making them dance. The tresses tickled against the bare skin exposed by her strapless blue top. The straps of her black bra were visible, but that was intentional. She would have chosen a different top otherwise. However she wasn’t a total slut, so the garment did have sleeves, and covered her stomach.
Her black heels clicked with every step she took, matching with the gentle swish of the kick flare of her dark denim jeans. Though that was barely heard above the hustle and bustle of the station, all the wizarding students matched with the Muggles’s using the station meant noise.
Izzy slipped through the barrier and her arrival set off a chain of whispers. A girl nudged her friend, someone pointed and most of them looked pretty disappointed. Izzy almost laughed. Did they expect the tears she didn’t cry to have worn grooves in her cheek? For her to be dressed in black, hands folded looking lost and innocent? Well, she wasn’t sorry to disappoint.
Blake stepped past her and stowed away her luggage, Izzy waited by the door until he left before stepping forward and claiming the compartment. A couple of faces pressed against the window and there was a murmur of badly disguised gossiping before they moved on. Thanks be to God.
Izzy pulled a nail file out of her handbag and decided to work on her nails, even though they had had a manicure a few days ago. It was just a way to kill time...
Nickname: Izzy
House: Slytherin
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: 31st July
Year: 7th
Blood: Pure
Wand: Rosewood, Dragon Blood and Crushed Basilisk Fang.
Physical description: Izzy has thick black locks that tumble over her shoulders in glossy curls. Her eyes are a bright blue contrasting with the dark hue of her tresses. Izzy is petite, standing at about 5’2 with a slim figure. She has straight white teeth and smooth creamy skin. Izzy is worried about her appearance, and takes great care over herself. She keeps fit with an early morning job, eats healthily and has a large amount of creams and lotions for her complexion. She tans lightly, and on the rare occasions she does burn, the red changes to brown overnight.
Ethnicity: Well her father is English, though her mother is French, so she is half and half, her grasp on French very good.
Personality/Moods: Izzy is a stubborn, determined resilient person who couldn’t give a damn about what people think of her.She will do what she wants, when she wants and if anyone challenges her, well she doesn’t give a damn. She voices her opinions and isn’t afraid to what she thinks. If Izzy doesn’t like you, she’ll let you know.
Izzy is far from her father’s perfect daughter, and in a certain extent, she is proud of the fact. Her father wanted her to be obedient but she wants to make the rules. He wants her to blend into the back round and that is something she’ll never do. Her father has a long list of her faults, a list he often recites. Izzy tells him to F*** Off. She loves doing the opposite of what her father wants, and swearing at him often gets him into a rage.
Yes, Izzy is a very vocal person with a large and rather violent vocabulary range. Her explosive outbursts often startle people who are standing near the petite girl and expect her to be quiet. Izzy is difficult to befriend, but once you have her trust, she’ll die for you.
Character History:
Izzy grew up learning French alongside English since she said her first word which has gotten lost over the years. She had the run of the House and is expansive grounds and made the rules. Everyone else just followed. Izzy was tutored privately, her father didn’t want her going to Muggle School and Chantal decided not to argue. She was taught English, Maths, Science, History, Geography and music by her teacher, then she had her own personal trainer, she also had her own voice coach and dance teacher. Izzy was always a difficult child, and her father soon realized that she wasn’t becoming the image he had predicted. After a failed attempt to change her, his temper exploded and he vented it out on his wife, who crumpled like a paper cup. She always did.
Izzy and Marcus fought daily, and the only peace was her time at Hogwarts, they neglected contact though her mother wrote often, and Izzy would always reply to her mother.
Apart from the feud with her father, Izzy had an easy life, her father’s gold making things smooth and easy. Her mother doted upon her and would flap and fuss and buy her gifts for no reason but to try and make her daughter smile.
However, during the summer following her sixth year, Izzy’s temperament changed for the worse. Her temper became shorter, her language became increasingly frequent and violent and she was likely to lash out for the slightest reason. The reason? Her mothers death.
After one row to many, her father vented out his anger on his wife, and Chantal couldn’t take it anymore. Marcus left the House and Izzy came downstairs to find her mother lying on the floor. She screamed and she called for help but it was too late. Nothing could be done. Izzy didn’t cry and she still hasn’t. Crying is for the weak and Izzy refuses to give into weakness, no matter what. Her father claimed murder and the story hit the papers for a short while before it faded into nothing. Izzy just watched as her father gave the public the distraught husband act and remained silent, pushing past any reporter who tired to corner her.
Relationships/family: Father: Marcus Flint. Mother: Chantal Blanc. House Elf’s: Shuffle, Jingle and Gigi.
Pet/Companion: A sleek black cat known as Kiki.
Writing Sample:
“Here you are Miss Flint.”
The gravelly tones of her driver grated through the air and Izzy almost flinched. She loathed her father’s driver, and she was sure that was the reason her father insisted upon Blake driving. She remained silent as Blake opened her door and once she emerged in King’s Cross Car Park, stepped back so she wouldn’t brush against him accidentally.
“Get my trunk Blake.”
She said sharply, rummaging in her shoulder bag for her compact. Finding it, she examined her appearance whilst she heard Blake struggle with her belongings. He could cope with it. Turning she faced the building and sighed softly. She knew whispers would follow her, and she couldn’t be asked with it. She was also pretty certain the teachers would have read “Psychology for Idiots” and try and get her to confide her deepest darkest secrets for them to hiss amongst he stuff.
Like that would ever happen.
So Izzy took a deep breath and marched towards the entrance to the station, the breeze teasing her glossy curls and making them dance. The tresses tickled against the bare skin exposed by her strapless blue top. The straps of her black bra were visible, but that was intentional. She would have chosen a different top otherwise. However she wasn’t a total slut, so the garment did have sleeves, and covered her stomach.
Her black heels clicked with every step she took, matching with the gentle swish of the kick flare of her dark denim jeans. Though that was barely heard above the hustle and bustle of the station, all the wizarding students matched with the Muggles’s using the station meant noise.
Izzy slipped through the barrier and her arrival set off a chain of whispers. A girl nudged her friend, someone pointed and most of them looked pretty disappointed. Izzy almost laughed. Did they expect the tears she didn’t cry to have worn grooves in her cheek? For her to be dressed in black, hands folded looking lost and innocent? Well, she wasn’t sorry to disappoint.
Blake stepped past her and stowed away her luggage, Izzy waited by the door until he left before stepping forward and claiming the compartment. A couple of faces pressed against the window and there was a murmur of badly disguised gossiping before they moved on. Thanks be to God.
Izzy pulled a nail file out of her handbag and decided to work on her nails, even though they had had a manicure a few days ago. It was just a way to kill time...
