Post by felicity lenore descry. on Oct 25, 2009 15:12:56 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
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[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]"Er. Hi there. My name is Felicity Lenore Descry. I'm sure you want to know what that means right? No? Oh well.
Well, Felicity can mean great happiness, bliss, good fortune and/or eloquence. I prefer to think that my parents named me Felicity because even before my birth they knew I would posses great eloquence.
Lenore means light, it's origins are French. I'm pretty sure my parents just tacked it on between my first and last name because it sounds good there.
And obviously, the last name Descry has been passed down from family member to family member since... forever? At any rate, I'm just glad I didn't have to take my mother's surname."
"And nicknames, I'm sure you want nicknames! Well, I have a few: Feli, Fefe, 'Licity. I prefer people call me Felicity, but I suppose four syllables is a bit too much for some to get out of their mouth, right? Whatever the reason, people have tried to come up with simple enough nicknames to call me by.
My personal favorite is Feli, at least it retains the basic principle of my name. I suppose it came about simply because people could not be bothered to say the remaining two syllables of my name. In my opinion, you're already halfway there, why not finish the rest?
Fefe is what my mother and father call me. They apparently find it cute and adorable. I however don't see the point in them giving me a nickname if they went through the trouble of picking out a full name for me. If they insist on calling me Fefe why didn't they slap it onto my birth certificate instead of Felicity?
'Licity, that's an odd one. I suppose since the 'fe'is dropped it makes it a proper nickname, even if it still takes up three syllables and is still quite a mouthful. I really don't know how it came to be a common nickname that pops up, but it just follows me around like a shadow. So, it's there and occasionally I'll meet someone who insists on only calling me by 'Licity."
"My house, year, age and birthday? All that good stuff. Well, I'm obviously part of the best house, Slytherin! Isn't green just the best color... ever? I think so. And I'm seventeen and in the 7th year, like most others. Though, there are a few eighteen year old people in our year. Something about 'missing the cutoff date' hogwash. They probably just failed or something. I graced this world with my presence on July 24th, 2005. My father had forced my mother to stay in bed for a week before I was born. She decided to be a bit rebellious one day and as soon as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, she went into labor. Twelve lovely hours later, I was sleeping in her arms."
"Random. Well, I don't know how to categorize this.. so my wand is 9 1/2 inches, rosewood, dragon heartstring; from Ollivander's. Nothing too special about it, just that it works wonders. If you were wondering, I don't play quidditch. And that's not only because the male chauvinistic pigs who run the quidditch team don't like girls to be on their team, but it's also because I don't like brooms. If you grip them too hard and for too long you can get calluses and stuff. It's just not healthy for your hands. Erm. I'm straight, so sorry for all you girls out there. And if also forced with the decision to choose sides if another wizarding war came around, I would gladly choose the death eaters. But, I might be neutral depending on who is asking and where the wands are pointed."
"I suppose you want to know what my boggart, dementor and patronus would be. My boggart would be an Acromantula. Why? Well, have you actually seen one? They are huge and furry and so, so very gross. Those huge pincers just waiting to crush you... I think it's pretty self explanatory why anyone would hate an Acromantula so much. Though, the hatred mostly stems from a forest trek I took when I was younger, which is also my dementor's memory. I was on a summer trip with my family, we were walking through a forest in Northern England toward our campgrounds. Somehow I separated myself from my family, I suppose I wasn't paying much attention. Anyway, after a few minutes walking around with no clue where I was going, I found myself face to face with a huge Acromantula. Don't ask me how it found it's way to the forest or how I found myself standing face to face with it when there was acres upon acres of land for it and I to keep our distance with.
After a moment of staring at the beast's flesh-hungry fangs, I screamed. Turning around without a second thought, I began to just run. I could hear the beast's feet crunching the earth behind me, I could feel it's disgusting, warm breath on my neck. I don't know how I managed to outrun it, but I did. I soon found myself hurtling into our campsite and ran smack dab into a tent.
The beast was no where in sight, perhaps it found another victim to prey upon or it just decided I wasn't worth the trouble. I've been deathly afraid of Acromantulas and really any spiders since that day. I found out that my patronus is an Arctic fox. Though, since all patroni are silvery and really have no definitive color to them, my patronus could be a normal fox. I'd prefer it to be an Arctic fox and since there are no other distinguishing charateristics that I am aware of, I will continue to call it an Arctic fox instead of a normal, plain one. My memory is an odd one. It's the same memory from when the Acromantula was chasing me, but several minutes earlier when my entire family was just trekking through the woods, together. We were having a really good time until I got separated from them."
"My personality! You'll want to know this so you can deal with me better! Of course, we all know I'm talkative (and annoying) that's a given."
Stubborn. If she believes something, that’s what it is and she’ll believe in it even if she has been proven wrong and she hates to be wrong. She refuses to do anything she doesn’t. She’s a steadfast believer in not changing her mind, but it happens on occasion. If you want her to change her mind, you’ll have to show her how it is in her better interest.
Self-centered. She only does things if it will get her somewhere or will help her out. She’s not one to have a change of heart and help anyone else, but she will if in a round-about way she will be helped herself. There is no use for her to waste her time and energy on helping others if she gets nothing in return. If you want her help you’ll need to show her exactly what she will receive.
Confident. She believes in herself, even when she is given reasons to doubt herself. She ignores all negative aspects that she has and focuses only on the positives. Making sure she eats correctly and works out occasionally, she keeps her confidence in her own body solid. She accepts any compliments she might receive and blows them to larger proportions. ‘Hey, nice shoes.’ Turns into, ‘Oh my, you’re so much better than I am. I only wish I could have half of your beauty.’ She moves like she has a purpose, it makes her feel even more confident. No matter how confident she may look or how confident she thinks she feels, she is always prone to attacks of insecurity. To fix any feelings of insecurity she belittles others, mostly only in her head. She prefers to avoid conflicts.
Intelligent. She refuses to make bad grades and buries her nose in her studies until she knows she is properly equipped to handle any question that a professor might throw at her. She’s not afraid to flaunt it by spitting out random facts that others might not know. She won’t admit it, but asserting her intelligence helps build her confidence, especially when she is feeling even the slightest bit insecure.
Organized. She can’t stand clutter or disorganization, it’s a near OCD. Every week she goes through he things and organizes them all, throwing out anything that she no longer needs. Every time she takes something off a shelf or out of a trunk she puts it back after she finishes, it reduces the need to clean every five seconds. She has made general labels to put on everything she owns. She groups everything into ‘families.’ Books, clothes, quills, parchment, etc.
Persuasive. She prides herself on the meaning of her name, eloquence. With elegance and fluid language she tends to subtly force people to think her way, even if they don’t know it. It’s an on and off trait. Some days she knows exactly what to say to get her way and other days she is at a loss for words. She doesn’t like it when she doesn’t know exactly what to say and therefore can’t get her way.
Bad-Tempered. When she is at a loss for words and ultimately doesn’t get her way she will typically throw a fit. Maybe it’ll only be in her head or perhaps she will go on a full-fledged temper tantrum, leaving anyone in her path speechless at her transformation from a poised, classy girl to a sulking, two-year old.
Vulnerable. However confident she may seem, she has a sensitive side. She refuses to admit it, even to herself. Any hurtful comment that is thrown her way finds it’s way to her soul and crushes her. Usually she will just hide it with a good show of over-confidence, but sometimes she will break down and lock herself in her room for a good bit until she remembers all he strong points and is back to her normal self-confident self.
"My family! My mother (Orla) and I are fairly close, much closer than my dad and I at any rate. She was also sorted into Slytherin when she came to Hogwarts so we have that in common. That's about it though, other than her asking me what the guys are like at Hogwarts nowadays, we don't talk that much anymore. I guess you could say we are drifting apart. It was bound to happen. My mother would rather do whatever my father says than to stand up for herself. I'd rather stand up for myself. I have a mind and I plan to use it. My mom just let hers fall by the wayside and into my father's pocket. My father (Miles) and I don't talk much. I think we've drifted farther apart since I've been here at Hogwarts. We have never been that close though, I've always been too independent to rely on my father for guidance."
"My parents were thevictimslovely product of a successful arranged marriage. My mother and father both ran around a lot while they were at Hogwarts, presumably to get out all of their teenage angst of being forced to marry each other. That’s why I don’t understand their displeasure of me doing the same. Anyway, exactly a year after my mother’s graduation from Hogwarts, my parents wed. Since then my mother hasn’t had an ounce of independence in her blood.
Oh, back to the story. My father really want to have a child, but my mother’s constant begging wore him down. After a month or two her begging non-stop, my father caved and they tried for another child. And that’s how I was conceived.
I was born on July 8th, 2005. My father confined my mother to a bed so that all her moving around wouldn’t disturb my growth in the womb. Well at 11PM on July 7th, 2005, my mother apparently had enough of lying down and doing nothing. In a rare feat of defiance she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Immediately going into labor, she called for my father. At 11AM the next morning I was sleeping in my mother’s arms.
Since that day I’ve been living in Dorset, England. It is really a lovely place, I love the shores most of all. I spent most of my childhood walking along the shores and picking up rocks, shells and anything else that might have found it’s way onto the shore. Usually I would throw the things back into the waters, but occasionally I would keep a rather pretty rock or shell to myself. Unfortunately, they all started to clutter my room up and I hate clutter so I would clean out my room monthly and throw everything back into the ocean from which it came.
My mother and I started off really close and she would often walk with me on the shores. I suppose we stayed so close because she was really the only other female I had to talk to. We never really had the same views, but since I had no one better to hang out with I stayed close with her. Though, since I’ve been at Hogwarts we have been steadily drifting apart. It doesn’t surprise me since, like I said, we’ve never believed in the same things. It kind of makes me sad that I don’t have her to talk to anymore, but the occasional letter by owl stifles that sadness.
My father and I have never been close. I chalk that up, at least partially, to his job as a curse breaker. He is gone a lot, breaking into tombs and whatnot. It doesn’t really bother me, he gets lots of gold that way. Of course, most of that gold is turned over to Gringotts as that is who he really works for, but we get to keep some of it. And the more my father is gone breaking into tombs, the more gold he finds. The more gold he finds, the more money we get. The more money we get, the better of a life I get to live. And so far I’ve lived a very lavish life and I don’t plan to give up on that any time soon.
When I turned eleven, I was sent off to Hogwarts. I really do enjoy my time here, but I miss being able to walk on the shores of Dorset. I miss my family. But Hogwarts has been my home for Seven years. I really do love it here, maybe I'll come back and teach."
ohhai, my name is effy and i'm six to the teen. 16! years old. i've been roleplaying for about 6! because i'm that awesome. you can reach me at PM or effyvendrick on AIM. just in case you were wondering, the password is avada kedavra.If life was like a box of chocolates, like that crazy muggle’s mum said, then Victoire must have gotten the oldest box possible. And one with the worst assortment of chocolates ever. The ones that even the dollar store don’t want and no one would take if they were given it for free. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but who isn’t up for a good bit of exaggeration now and again? Victoire certainly loved exaggeration, ’Oh, I’m so tired I could simply pass out and die.’ or something along similar lines. Right, but this isn’t about exaggeration. It’s about a lovely little metaphor for life in the form of a box of chocolates. Right then, the box had a good chocolate or two, but the rest had been molded over and just were all… licorice flavored chocolate? But, the good chocolates, they were incredibly wonderful. One was Victoire’s family, all bajillion of them rolled up into one little chocolate. The other was Theodore Remus Lupin. It was one of the better chocolates, nice and creamy, one you wanted to savor forever. But all too soon it melted away and apparently it had a surprise inside. Mind you, not a good surprise like a cherry, but like a chocolate covered roach. And then there was the chocolate that had started off as nothing all too special, but turned into her favorite chocolate. Her veela blood. Sure, it wasn’t as strong as her mum’s or her grandmothers, but it was still enough to get her to sway people into what she wanted being done. Most of the time at least. However, it all seemed to be lost on Teddy.
She let out a rather loud sigh as she peered over the edge of the window at the stars. Gorgeous things, stars were. Apparently all little bubbles of fire just exploding. She wondered how far the closest one was. Probably closer than she and Teddy were now. They had been so close, then something went wrong. She still didn’t know had happened, and she really wasn’t too sure how if she even wanted to know. She just knew that she still wasn’t over Teddy and that even if she submerged herself with other guys it didn’t do her a bit of good because as soon as she passed Teddy in the hall or heard about Teddy and his rondevus, she just lost it all again. Though, she had to argue that all the guys certainly did help while they were around and doing their thing. A small giggle left her mouth and she quickly covered it with her hand. She didn’t know why she did, she was a prefect and could probably get away with being out after hours.
Bending over the window and looking down at the ground, she realized just how high up she was. This castle was much bigger than she had given it credit for. Why, a fall from this height would certainly result in death. She frowned and took a step back from the window and returned her gaze to the sky. What she would give to be a star in the sky. Nothing to do but sit there all day and look absolutely stunning. She supposed that one star on it’s own was not nearly as enticing as millions of stars all put together, but her mind argued that one star was still gorgeous and all the other stars just dimmed down the beauty of the individual star. She wondered if that was a subtle metaphor for Hogwarts. Full of gorgeous people put together, pull one out by themselves and sure, they are still pretty, but not as pretty as the whole. Rolling her eyes, she lifted her right hand to the side of her face. She had just succeeded in confusing herself, how lovely.
All this deep thinking was beginning to bore her and to be honest it was all giving her a slight headache. She was nearly at the point where she was going to start thinking about the meaning of life and if anyone was actually real. If she was real. Sighing again, she rubbed her temple. Oh, what she would give for a handsome bloke’s company right now. She certainly wouldn’t be bothering herself with the mysteries of the universe or how bothersome her life could be at times. A part of her argued that losing Teddy had actually be a blessing in disguise. At least now she could romp around with whoever she pleased, and boy did she enjoy doing that, a lot.
As if on cue of her wishing for someone to distract her from her thoughts, she heard a noise from somewhere behind her. Quickly slipping into the shadows, she held her breath. She was allowed to be here right? She was a prefect, she was just looking for any rogue students and she thought she had heard someone up here. But apparently she was wrong. Yes, that’s a good story. Hopefully whoever it was would buy it. Craning her head to see who was coming, she had a lot of difficulty trying to stay within the shadows and she swore that at least one of her blonde curls had found it’s way into the dim light cast by the stars and the moon. As soon as a figure came into view, her eyes struggled to adjust to see who it was. She sighed and stuck her head slightly into the light. ”Oh. Hello there.” She couldn’t decide if she was happy or disappointed to see him. Imagine if it had of been someone she could actually do. There were so many adorable ones, perhaps a sulky Slytherin. They always had a distinct pattern, rather fun actually. She realized she had a small frown on and quickly replaced it was an even smaller smile. ”Thought you were someone that could have gotten me in trouble.” She let out another sigh, louder this time and walked back over to the window. It must have been her imagination, but the stars looked a little bit duller than they had before.
