Post by DAPHNE AMELIA ROBINS on Nov 10, 2012 18:05:39 GMT -5
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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DAPHNE A. ROBINS[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: Daph
AGE: 16
D.O.B.: July 23rd, 1960
HOUSE: Gryffindor
ALLEGIANCE: Light
PROFESSION: Student
WAND TYPE: Willow, 14 inches, Unicorn Tail
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 128 lbs
BODY TYPE: Athletic
VOICE: Low-pitched for a girl and slightly raspy at times.
PERSONAL STYLE: When she isn't forced to wear her Hogwarts robes, Daphne enjoys experimenting with Muggle fashion. She enjoys wearing brightly-colored dresses, printed tops and skinny jeans, and anything else that she finds fits her mood.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Daphne is a little above average height with a slim build. Before you see her move, you might thinks he looks graceful and elegant, but in reality she's quite clumsy so she often has a bruise here and there on her body. You really can't miss Daph's bright, flaming red hair. She's often asked if she's a Weasley. Along with her ginger hair, she has the pale skin and freckles, and rather large robin's-egg-blue eyes that tend to crinkle up immensely when she laughs.
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: toads, cats, snobby people, being bored, homework, superstition, thinking about her mother, getting bad grades
GOALS:
- to write for the Daily Prophet
- to travel around all of Africa
BOGGART: Daphne's greatest fear is that her father or her younger brother will be taken away from her like her mother was. She is therefore extremely protective of her younger brother, even at Hogwarts, to the point of him being severely irritated with her most of the time.
PATRONUS: Daphne's patrons would either be vacationing through South Africa with her parents the summer before she came to Hogwarts (the last summer her mother was alive), or getting picked to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team last year.
DEMENTOR: There is no doubt that Daphne's worst memory is when her father informed her that her mother had been murdered and they hadn't caught the culprit. She was, of course, randomly killed by a Death Eater, who has still not been identified.
AMORENTIA: New Books, Jasmine, Sea Air
BASIC PERSONALITY: Spastic, Talkative, Oblivious, Friendly, Goofy, Reckless, Distractible, Worrier, Naive, Stubborn
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: Genevieve Robbins, Pure-blood (Deceased)
BROTHER(S): One younger brother, 15.
SISTER(S): None.
OTHER: N/A
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
HOMETOWN: Belfast, Ireland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: 3 ish years
HOW YOU FOUND US: Ad on another site
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet
POP QUIZ! As many as you can keep active!
RP SAMPLE:
It wasn't at all displeasing when her shot of tequila came with a rather cute bartender. Zara gave him a quick, inconspicuous once-over as he was pouring her shot. No -- cute didn't really cover it -- ruggedly sexy seemed to pop into her mind as the proper way to describe him. His brief Irish accent, fake or not, didn't hurt either. I mean really, what girldidn't like an Irish accent, or for that matter, secretly wish some Gerard Butler-esque man would fall in love with her? (or was that just Zara? Whoops.) Cocking her head to one side unconsciously, Zara replied teasingly, "Well you do have tequila, don't you? Are you sure this is an Irish bar?"She grinned at him. It occurred to her that she didn't actually have the slightest clue whether or not Irish bars served tequila, since she'd never actually been to Ireland. Or did they just have Guinness and whiskey? That would be most unfortunate. Zara had nothing against whiskey, but tequila was kind of her drink.
Turns out the bartender's regular, accent-less voice wasn't bad either. It struck her as amusing that he assumed she was from somewhere else, although it was an easy mistake to make. She had virtually no trace of the local dialect/accent as many of those did who grew up here, because her parents weren't originally Hawaiian and many of her friends weren't either. And come to think of it, she had only been to Pot Of Gold maybe once in the past six months or so, and she was fairly certain he hadn't been working or she would have remembered him. Perhaps he hadn't been living here long? Or it was entirely possible he'd been living here for years; Honolulu wasn't exactly a small town. "Well, I haven't seen you around either, but something tells me you're the new kid on the block," Zara went out on a limb, smiling with her eyes but not with her mouth. "I'm from sunny Honolulu, born and raised!" she said blithely. Lifting her shot glass, she downed it quickly and then set the glass back down on the wooden countertop, sucking in a breath.
"Wait a minute, where's my lime?" Zara demanded, looking around. It was a little late for that, unfortunately. Damn it, she always forgot to ask for salt and a wedge of lime, somehow not remembering until after she'd taken the shot. Ah, well. Obviously she was used to the taste of straight tequila. Not that she was an alcoholic or anything, but when it came to hard alcohol, that's generally what Zara tended to drink. It just seemed to go down smoother than most anything else.
Turns out the bartender's regular, accent-less voice wasn't bad either. It struck her as amusing that he assumed she was from somewhere else, although it was an easy mistake to make. She had virtually no trace of the local dialect/accent as many of those did who grew up here, because her parents weren't originally Hawaiian and many of her friends weren't either. And come to think of it, she had only been to Pot Of Gold maybe once in the past six months or so, and she was fairly certain he hadn't been working or she would have remembered him. Perhaps he hadn't been living here long? Or it was entirely possible he'd been living here for years; Honolulu wasn't exactly a small town. "Well, I haven't seen you around either, but something tells me you're the new kid on the block," Zara went out on a limb, smiling with her eyes but not with her mouth. "I'm from sunny Honolulu, born and raised!" she said blithely. Lifting her shot glass, she downed it quickly and then set the glass back down on the wooden countertop, sucking in a breath.
"Wait a minute, where's my lime?" Zara demanded, looking around. It was a little late for that, unfortunately. Damn it, she always forgot to ask for salt and a wedge of lime, somehow not remembering until after she'd taken the shot. Ah, well. Obviously she was used to the taste of straight tequila. Not that she was an alcoholic or anything, but when it came to hard alcohol, that's generally what Zara tended to drink. It just seemed to go down smoother than most anything else.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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