Post by Arcadia Reagen on Jun 7, 2009 22:46:52 GMT -5
[Arcadia Callisto Reagen]
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are familiar faces...
FULL NAME: Arcadia Callisto Reagen
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
DATE OF BIRTH: June 4th
AGE: 15
YEAR: 5th
HOUSE: Slytherin [If not accepting that House then Ravenclaw]
SOCIAL CLASS REQUEST: Royalty
WAND TYPE: Dogwood, eight inches, veela hair core
Worn out places,
worn out faces...[/font][/color]
LIKES:
- Watching Quidditch
- Potions
- The Dark Arts
- The smell of rain
- Thunderstorms
- Slytherin
- Reading
- Boys
- Picking on the other classes as well as years
- Fire Whiskey
DISLIKES:
- Anyone not in Slytherin
- History of Magic
- Ghosts
- Being late
- Licorice
- Greasy food
- Lectures
- People who attempt to out snob her
- Her brother at times
STRENGTHS:
- Half Veela
- Quick on her feet
- People assume she's as dumb as she looks
- Daddy's Money
- Dueling
WEAKNESSES:
- Believes her looks will get her anywhere
- Quick tempered
- Isn't too trusting of anyone
- Favors Fire Whiskey a bit too much that can result in mistakes of the morning
- Underneath it all she has a kind heart and it angers her further
PATRONUS: A Falcon
PERSONALITY: There are various aspects to Arcadia Reagen's personality to say the least. Inside there is a girl who is shy and rather bookish at times. Stays to herself when need be with a book in her hand and a quill in the other. She observes others, watches their mannerisms, listens for something she could use to her advantage later on in life.
There isn't exactly anything sweet about her if she doesn't care for a person at all. She'd much rather glare, turn her nose upward, toss those raven tendrils behind her shoulder, and walk off. Words can be so meaningless at times as well as wasteful depending on the person. But say the right thing and the hot tempered girl will do more than explode. Nine times out of ten she'll be fussing and yelling rather than walking away, that veela influence doesn't help in the matter either.
But when around those that she actually cares for she can be quite funny, relaxed, and dare say sweet. But just because she can be friendly to those she favors doesn't mean that she trusts them completely or really lets them in on the emotional whereabouts of her mind.
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I find it kinda sad...[/font][/color]
HAIR/EYES: Long and light blond; light blue.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5'4;; 120lb
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Arcadia stands at a mere five feet with four inches to boot. She's small to say the least. But packaging isn't what it use to be. Her body is slightly curvy paying tribute to her mother's side. Her bottom is a bit more rounder than her breasts and she's fine with that. She's a tad sensitive about her nose which was inherited through her father's side. She can't stand the area around her nostrils as she believes it gives her a slight piggish look.
Her skin is rather pale though she has attempted many times to go out and tan the normal way, it's just not happening with her. It's soft to the touch though she isn't fond of letting people actually touch her without a fight first. Arcadia treasures her bright locks which come down a bit past her shoulder blades with layers styled into it. Her eyes remain a stormy blue, sometimes gray given the right lighting.
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The dreams in which I'm dying,[/font][/color]
are the best I've ever had...[/font][/color]
PARENTS/GUARDIANS:
Luthor Reagen;; Aurour for the Ministry. Pure-blood
Mariette (Boredeaux) Reagen: Veela
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES:
None to her knowledge or that or worth noting.
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Arcadia Reagen was born to a pure-blood and to a Veela. The girl was graced in the form of an only child as she thrives for the attention. In her early years she would dance around in light clothing, blond hair flowing, for her parents, for others, just so she could be praised for doing so. In her mind she is the princess of the world, no matter who she comes into contact with. But just because she has the rather girly attitude didn't mean she wouldn't get dirty with others. Arcadia attempted Quidditch at an early age. Granted her version of Quidditch was attempting to run around with a rather large stick hitting various objects outside of their home. The result was her falling from a tree while she was 'flying' in which allowed her to have a scar on her right forearm.
But as years came and went the need for attention died down as she took up a love for reading. Reading about anything related to the Dark Arts. She was absolutely fascinated. It was wrong to read such things, Arcadia knew this, as her father was a respected Auror for the Ministry. But the wild fortunes, the thoughts of what she could gain, began to suck her in completely. Secluding herself during her years at Hogwarts she made few friends, not that she was too interested in making them at this point.
There were suitors who approached her but she gave them the cold shoulder. Her focus, her ambitions, were towards what she could glean. Her parents were worried but with a lying smile and blinding reassurance Arcadia went on about her business. To say that she's completely turned to the Dark Side would be ridiculous. She hasn't performed any types of spells in which it could harm others... unless it were during a duel. She's interested, far too interested. Arcadia, a fifth year, is heading down a dark path and she can't relinquish the bitter taste of what she could possibly be given a few dangerous spells and even more dangerous acquaintances.
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I find it hard to tell you,[/font][/color]
I find it hard to take...[/font][/color]
EXPERIENCE: Eight years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
May 27, 2009 5:30:59 GMT -5 @h said:
Harley stands inside of the primate portion of the zoo. An eyebrow quirked and her head tilted to the side. The chimpanzee staring from behind the bars performs the same task but with less self control. He seemed too excited to see someone else that stands before the cage not attempting to lure him closer or perform a trick for a simple banana or peanut. It's hard to believe, for Harley, that people speculate the origins of the human species came from these things. The right side of her lip hitches as she raises her hand and places it on her hip seeing that the monkey preforms the same action. The female jester doesn't like a copycat no matter what species. To further prove her point she remains facing the animal and bends her body to the left from the hips into an almost ninety degree angle. The chimp in return did the same except he fell off the branch completely and landed on the ground.
Well this was a cause for laughter from the Cupid of Crime. That obnoxious high pitch squeal that barely classifies as laughter is what comes forth from her tiny body. Hands come to grab at her sides while a finger is extended pointing towards the animal who isn't finding this funny at all. But her laughter soon stops as something goes zooming by with a particularly foul smell, worse than The Joker's socks after a hard days work of battling the Batman. Harley straightens herself up with narrowed bright blue eyes. That sorry excuse of a being just flung it's own feces at the wrong person.
Reaching down and grabbing the Tommy Gun in which she carried to the Zoo on this particular rainy night she had a stare off with the monkey once more. The sounds of it's peers, it's mate, began to go wild in this area. A disturbance in the peace is among them and Harley will see to it that none of them get to fling a single thing again.Without a word, needed or not, her right index finger squeezed the trigger letting out a storm of bullets. The vibration of the gun as it sends out bullets cause the woman's legs to tense up to keep from moving about. Bodies of monkeys drop like a sack of potatoes as she lowers the gun, that devilish smile on her face.
"Hate these things just about as much as I hate fish," She tsks, "No need for stupid animals to be sittin' around."
Her ears perked up as she hears the familiar name being called from the not too far distance. The voice is one she knows too well. The tone not one she particularly cares for. But then again The Joker is calling from a distance which calls for strain in a voice. Setting the gun back down she takes off on quick feet towards her Puddin of a man. That smile on her face as the Joker comes into picture. Ah the feeling of 'love'. The way his clothes fit him perfectly, even though his scars could be seen as disastrous she sees them as a beauty mark. Oh he'll never know just how much adoration she has towards the man, no one will.
There has been constant scrutiny from various people ranging from the Doctors at Arkham to the regular citizens of Gotham as to the relationship between the two. Truth of the matter is that the Joker is that much more stronger, that much more advanced with the ex-stripper on his team. Her lithe body is able to move into positions most contortionists envy. Plus the man isn't know to be the best fighter and Harley certainly holds her own better than he. Plus she's smarter than many people give her credit for.
"Ya know Puddin'," She says as she stands next to him, "If ya wanted to call me," She leans in with a silly smirk, "All ya had ta do was whistle," She ends with a wink.
"Ya know how ta whistle, don't cha?" At this point she is being silly and quite possibly stupid, "Ya just put ya lips togetha and blow," She speaks while demonstrating.
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