Parents: Cassandra Keys; stay home mother. Dimitri Keys; works for the M.O.M (high up in ranks)
Sibling[s]: Marco and Maria; five year old twins. Travis; moved to the U.S to play professional quidditch.
Other Relatives: Cassandra was an only child. Dimitri has one younger sibling, Damien whose wife conceived their first child, Alana.
Pet[s]: a small onyx kitten, Tybalt, who can't seem to get the hang of 'meowing'.
Blood Status: pure (but it's questionable -.^)
Wand Info (Core, Length, etc...): Nine and a half inch maple wood with a phoenix feather core.
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Appearance (Give a detailed description): Shoulder length black hair with just a few streaks of caramel brown. Glassy hazel eyes which lean over to the greener side. Faint traces of freckles scattered across the nose. A barely noticeable scar on chin (from when she fell over a suite of armor when she was younger). Smooth ivory skin. Slim/slender body, no trace of muscle (which she does have though). Only 5 feet tall.
Date: December 23 (Saturday)
Time of Day: 8:00 pm
Weather: chilly, snowing.
Stella Keys couldn’t help but dash across the snow covered field which led to the Quidditch pitch. With arms and tongue out, she twirled about, catching the minuscule snowflakes which gradually drifted down from the sky.
The Quidditch pitch was smothered with a fair untouched blanket of snow. Pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, Stella seated herself in the middle of the pitch, the snow below her cried out with a small crunch.
‘Meet me at the Quidditch pitch at 8’
The note was left unsigned and shoved in one of Stella’s notebooks. Falling back she landed in the soft fluff with an ‘umph.’ _________________
Name: Kristen Michelle White
Age: 15
Birthday: September 23
Year: 1985
Parents: Emily White; Healer in Creature induced injuries section of St. Mungos. Jeff White; Killed in the Second War.
Sibling: Older brother Kevin, 20 years old, takes care of Kristen during the summer while Emily's at work. He is the youngest member of the Wizgoment.
Other reletives: Jeff had a sister, Julianne, and she had a daughter named Athena(who, ironically,is not smart at all).
Pet: Cocker spanial(sp?) named Natasha at home, Eagle owl named Henry at school.
Blood Status:Half blood(Jeff was muggle born)
Wand info: 12 and a half inches, made of oak, with pheonix feather core.
Appearence: Waist long black hair, usually pulled back into a pony tail or french braids. Deep blue eyes, with unusually long eyelashes. Short nose, with no freckles, though she is very tan. She has unnaturally long fingers, witch she used to play the piano. Thin, but not a stick. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall, and never wore heels because it made her feel giant next to Stella(who was her best friend). Very musceled because of her Quidditch playing(chaser).
(What house are you in?You know, so we can be in the same house.)
Kristen dragged her feet through the snow, carrying her broomstick in one arm and a school Quaffle under the other. She was going to practice Quidditch a little on her own before the first game of the season. As she walked, she thought about her Dad. He had died 2 years ago, but it suprised her that she was able to think of him without crying. She was distracted from her thoughts when she saw someone playing in the snow and then plopping on the ground. She sped up her walking to see who it was. She immediately reconized her best friend."Stella? Is that you?What are you doing here?"Kristen said, surprised. _________________ Awesome Sig By Yas!
"Oh," Stella didn't even bother lifting her head up, "Hey Kris."
The young girl flipped over onto her stomach, propping her head up on her gloved covered hands. Stella's nose twitched slightly as an invisible snowflake landed on the tip, "I'm just waiting for someone."
"Shouldn't you be inside?" Stella mused, finally sitting up, flicking snow off her black parka, "With that boy you were flirting with at dinner?" She added quickly, smirking. _________________
Name: Lauren Parker
Age: 16
Birthday: March 5th
Year: 1984
Parents: Daniel Parker (mom died while fighting in the battle with Voldemort)
Siblings: Sydney; named after the city, Ried; moved to Aus to play professional Quidditch.
Blood Status: Half-blood
House: Slytherin
Appearance: Brown, straight long hair with brown eyes and no freckles. She has small ears and is small for herself, 5.2 foot. Skinny and tiny neck and has lots of muscle.
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Lauren walked over to the Quidditch pitch stands, it was her job, as the pitch's ground duty girl who walked around to make sure everything was fine for the game.
She was not afraid of anything falling because she was under her sheilding charm in which would protect her.
She found the exit, then staring, saw Stella Keyes and Kirsten White.
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Leaning towards the side, Stella caught a glimpse of Lauren standing there. She carefully slipped out the crumpled piece of paper which held the note. Holding it out for Lauren to see she asked, "Did you write this?" _________________
Parents: Dead. Has last name of friends who took him in.
Sibling[s]:None.
Other Relatives: All dead.
Pet[s]: An Owl called 'White eye'
Blood Status: Pure
Wand Info (Core, Length, etc...): 11.34" Phoenix feather, Willow.
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Appearance (Give a detailed description): Short black hair, 6ft tall, stocky, green eyes, always has a look of utter confidence.
Personality: Shy at first, but great fun to be with after a while. He enjoys any type of humour, and any form of entertainment. Enjoys Potions, and Quidditch.
Other: is an He is a metamorphmagus.
Brief History: Born in Edinborough, lost both parents in a car accident when he was 2 and a half, moved down to some friends in the Peaks and then he found out he was an unusual child....his Parents are unknown to this day, but fortuantly for him the friends who took him in were a wizard and witch, so he took there last name.
Matt was strolling past the Quidditch field when he heard a noise coming from the stands, so he went to observe the stands to see what was going on and making the noise. _________________
"so you avoided a bunch of jellyfish.. BIG DEAL"
-Goth Detectives-
Wand:
12 inches, Phoenix feather and Dragon heartstring core, made of yew, supple and a little resistant to bending, good for duels, charms, and some transfigurations, doesnt respond well to potion making.
House:
Gryffindor
Blood:
Pure
Bio:
Was born in Great Britain, his family being one of the last pure wizarding families in Germany, but they were driven out by the wizarding hunts that happened in the 17th century. His family fled to Great Britain where they found a warm welcome amid many other wizarding families. Is related to the great wizard Grindelwald, who was defeated by Dumbledore.
Info:
5 foot 7, brown hair, kinda curly, often said to look like johnny depp. lol. Loves to joke around and often doesnt know his own strength. Gets in fights often though because of his unyielding loyalty and his defense of his friends. He has been taught to duel by his parents though, and is not to be taken lightly.
Loves food of all kinds, and loves making mischief.
*Evan was relatively new to quidditch but was looking forward to learning, so he headed down to the field where he saw several people bickering and arguing. His hand gripped his wand as a precaution.* _________________
Kristen blushed. "I was not flirting with him. It is called being friendly. I was planning on practicing shooting on my own a bit, but it looks like there a lot more people coming. Who are you waiting for?" she asked curiously. It was freezing out here, who would choose this place as a meeting spot? _________________ Awesome Sig By Yas!
"Oh yea, being all googly eyed is friendly," Stella teased, finally deciding to stand up, shoving the piece of paper in her pocket. Stella spun around, and turned to face Kris, "You seriously thought of flying in the snow?" _________________
Kristen shrugged. "Our team has flown in thunderstorms. What's a little snow going to hurt?Besides jeans, I mean." she said, glancing at Stella's jeans, wet from sitting in the snow. _________________ Awesome Sig By Yas!
"True." Stella glanced down, looking distastefully at her soaked jeans. With a short flick of her wand, the water flew out of her jeans and onto the snow, freezing almost instantly.
Bending over, the young Slytherin skillfully scooped up a small ball of snow and packed it into a perfect circle, well almost, and tossed it in a random direction. _________________
"True." Stella glanced down, looking distastefully at her soaked jeans. With a short flick of her wand, the water flew out of her jeans and onto the snow, freezing almost instantly.
Bending over, the young Slytherin skillfully scooped up a small ball of snow and packed it into a perfect circle, well almost, and tossed it in a random direction.
Evan got hit in the face with the snowball as he approached. "Ouch! What the hell!?" Blood started to seep down his forehead. "I think there was a rock in that one!" _________________
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"True." Stella glanced down, looking distastefully at her soaked jeans. With a short flick of her wand, the water flew out of her jeans and onto the snow, freezing almost instantly.
Bending over, the young Slytherin skillfully scooped up a small ball of snow and packed it into a perfect circle, well almost, and tossed it in a random direction.
*Evan gets a snowball to the face*
Owww! I think there was a rock in that one!
*blood seeps from a cut in his forehead.*
((Occ note: I'm soo ocd about this, if you're going to rp with me/us, pleasee, rp normal meaning type everything and don't use ** for actions, just look at our posts.)) _________________
((Occ note: I'm soo ocd about this, if you're going to rp with me/us, pleasee, rp normal meaning type everything and don't use ** for actions, just look at our posts.))[/quote]
"True." Stella glanced down, looking distastefully at her soaked jeans. With a short flick of her wand, the water flew out of her jeans and onto the snow, freezing almost instantly.
Bending over, the young Slytherin skillfully scooped up a small ball of snow and packed it into a perfect circle, well almost, and tossed it in a random direction.
"True." Stella glanced down, looking distastefully at her soaked jeans. With a short flick of her wand, the water flew out of her jeans and onto the snow, freezing almost instantly.
Bending over, the young Slytherin skillfully scooped up a small ball of snow and packed it into a perfect circle, well almost, and tossed it in a random direction.
(( back to the rp ))
Evan got hit in the face with the snowball as he approached. "Ouch! What the hell!?" Blood started to seep down his forehead. "I think there was a rock in that one!" _________________
Stella bit her bottom lip from laughing. It was cruel, she knew, bit she couldn't help it. A small giggle escaped her lips, "Um, whoops? Why were you in the way of my snowball?" _________________
Stella bit her bottom lip from laughing. It was cruel, she knew, bit she couldn't help it. A small giggle escaped her lips, "Um, whoops? Why were you in the way of my snowball?"
"Um, I didnt exactly know you were throwing a snowball now did i?" His tone was sarcastic, but his head hurt, so he didnt really care. "Why dont you try looking next time?" _________________
"Why don't you watch where I throw things?" Stella shot back, pushing her bangs off her face only to have then fall back into place. She definitely placed a manicured hand on her hip. _________________
Evan laughed. "Is that supposed to scare me? And you should watch where you throw things! Im not going to watch for you!" Evan crossed his arms, glaring at Stella. _________________
"Then don't expect me to watch where I throw!" Stella smirked, her hazel eye's glimmering in amusement. Pulling out a a tissue from her pocket she lazily tossed it to the boy, "You might wanna get rid of the blood." _________________
"Then don't expect me to watch where I throw!" Stella smirked, her hazel eye's glimmering in amusement. Pulling out a a tissue from her pocket she lazily tossed it to the boy, "You might wanna get rid of the blood."
"Thanks." Evan grumbles as he catches the tissue and uses it to wipe his forehead. "Scourgefy!" He says as he points his wand at the tissue and hands it back, now as clean as before. _________________
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