Post by Kalypso Malfoy on May 6, 2008 18:53:59 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Rachael
Age; Sixteen
Location; Jersey
Time Zone; EST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Kalypso Belle Narcissa Malfoy [/size]
Age;[/b] Fifteen[/size]
Year;[/b] Fifth[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure. Partially Veela.[/size]
Parents;[/b] Draco Malfoy and Fleur (nee Delacour) Weasley (through an affair)[/size]
Wand;[/b] Rose wood, ten inches, crystalized Veela blood center.[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Swan[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Deucalion dead.[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Nope. Would probably be a tiger.[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco.[/size]
Pets;[/b] Silver cat with a white spot over it’s left ear; named Belle, due to her lack of creativity when she was younger.
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History;[/b]
A rainy April morning brought unpleasant news to both sides involved. A child was born, and while both parents had prayed for said child to resemble her mother’s husband, it was not meant to be. Even at birth, little Kalypso resembled both parents very well. An affair, nine months (obviously) prior would seemingly change the way Draco Malfoy and Fleur Weasley (nee Delacour) lived from them on in. Really, never lose yourself to tequila around a Veela while you’re married; Draco had well learned his lesson, after that.
Kalypso, despite the split family, grew up an indulged and spoiled child, especially on her father’s side. The only girl and the youngest, and the apple of her daddy's eye. One out of three on her mother’s side, and clearly, not the favorite out of bunch.
Tossed back and forth over the years, she learned very quickly that her father favored her more than her mother did. While her mother treated her nicely, she did the bare minimum. Taking her only when necessary, then willingly handing the small girl back to her father, no matter how much the little girl cried and clung to her legs. Fleur couldn’t have her for long; the affair had been very hard on her husband, and having the results of the affair around always put him on edge. A partial werewolf on edge is not something you want around.
When she was younger, it went from a month-to-month basis. One month with her father, one with her mother, then the cycle was repeated. However, the time periods with her mother got shorter and shorter, due to her father’s unwillingness to have his child around an annoyed werewolf, and because Fleur was starting to show little to no interest in her little girl. After all, she had her own little children to look after; ones that had been planned, and had been created with her and her husband.
Pansy Malfoy (nee Parkinson) accepted little Kalypso as one of her own children. She had seemingly gotten over the affair a lot easier than Fleur and Bill had, apparently. Well, not necessarily ‘over it’, but she couldn’t blame the poor little girl for events out of her hands. And, after all, Pansy had always wanted a little girl, after only being blessed with two boys.
And so, ties with her mother were no longer there; severed at the very seam when she was seven. It had hurt the little girl, and it still does, mind you; she knew the wound would never completely heal.
Normal life commenced for the little French Veela; sent off to Hogwarts when she was eleven, sorted into Slytherin like her brother before her and her father. Things quickly fell into place; she was liked by those whose parents still cherished the Pure Blood lineage, and disliked by those who had come from families Harry Potter supporters (her cousins and step-sisters were among that group). It was simple, really, and easy for her to accept. After all, her father had raised her to know one thing; Blood before anything. Besides, she didn’t have much to worry about; she had a brother two years older than her. He would surely look after her.
When she was around thirteen, Kalypso discovered vices of distraction; sex, drugs, drinking. Cutting herself was also thrown in their as well; a habit she has yet to quit completely. A little wild child, if you would. Her father had heard word of her actions around the school, and would not tolerate it; he was no longer so care-free with her, but rather strict. Despite this, she still knew how to get what she wanted--she had her Daddy wrapped around her little finger.
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Appearance;[/b]
If Kalypso has one thing to thank her mother for, it would be her looks. Veela blood truly did run in her veins, and that was made vert well known in her appearance. Her father only influenced her looks in the slightest, and what he had done seemed just right.
Silver-blue eyes were set in a well featured face. A perfect, straight nose was perfectly placed ( a diamond stud sometimes in placed, though the hole to the piercing hidden magically otherwise) , ears were pierced three times each, and lips were just the correct size, and dazzling white teeth were revealed when those lips were pulled into a smile. Those eyes were generally the first thing to catch your attention; they were, more than not, her father’s eyes. While appealing and dazzling, they can be cold and hating. She used her eyes to get what she wanted from d**n near anyone; a boyfriend, her brother, or her father. It didn’t matter which, it worked, and that was all that mattered.
Her skin, however, she viewed as a curse; a combination of her mother’s elegantly pale and her father’s almost sickly. It was, inevitably, quite pale, though thankfully her mother had managed to get in a bit more influence than her father. Surprisingly, she did manage to get a bit of a tan during the summer months, though it didn’t hold very long. At least it was something, after all.
The tiny figure she, clearly, had gotten from her mother; her father was a rather tall man, after all. Kalypso was around the height five-foot-one, maybe two, though not much taller than that. She was rather skinny as well, around a hundred-and-fifteen pounds, maybe. Another piercing was usually not hidden, as her clothes revealed what did not absolutely need to be covered; a belly-button piercing, standing out against her pale skin.
The white-blonde locks she had inherited from both parents; set in lovely loose, glossy curls. Her hair was straightened sometimes to a perfect, shiny sheet down her back, though, more often than not, was left down in the natural curls.
The make-up she wore was usually somewhat dramatic, or dark. Dark liners and shadows, or bright colors in glitter. Hell, she went without it once in a while; to be honest, she didn’t need it. She had that natural Veela’s glow.
The clothes she wore covered what was necessary, and usually not much else. Tight, short, cut low. Anything to grab the attention of the opposite (or same, really) sex’s attention.
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Personality;[/b]
Kalypso, above all, was an insufferable flirt. She flirts with practically everyone she meets; boys, girls, doesn’t matter much to her. She had discovered that she was not, in fact, completely straight after a little experimenting, and had decided that pan sexual suited her better than bi. She honestly didn’t give a d**n what you were, as long as you flirted back, or even more (which she would definitely approve of).
Sex was one of her favorite things, of course. Being a sleeper was something she found incredibly fun, though she knew it would probably get her in a hell-load of trouble, one day.
She is also clearly a Malfoy. The way she prides and holds herself was practically like that of royalty; hell, the Malfoy name was practically royalty. She demanded respect, though rarely gave it, and never seemed to care. Her father had taught her well, it would seem.
However, underneath the hard ‘Malfoy’ exterior, she was vastly insecure, and needed constant reminders of her good work, and that she was, indeed, wanted. Being tossed back and forth to her mother had likely caused that, as the woman had rarely showed any interest in the girl. Despite how she may feel, however, Kalypso never let her insecurities rise to the surface. She internalized her pain and problems, which is probably one of the reasons for her cutting; no human can hold that much in without snapping.
A temper lay barely beneath the surface. Think of a short fuse to a loud fire cracker; it scared you, but it ended soon. Unless, of course, you really piss her off. She has a habit of yelling when mad, in both French and English, though the former was more common for her.
Attention was something she craved almost constantly. While she may be given some at home, it, clearly, was not enough. Her father was often busy with work, or something else, and never had much time for her after she turned nine or ten. Scorpius, typically, wanted nothing to do with his ‘baby sister’ after he turned a certain age, even if he blew up over the smallest things concerning her reputation. So, she went to sex and flirting for attention, as well as whoring herself out from time to time.
Hell, as said before, it’s all in good fun.
At a young age, she had discovered her love of performing. Singing, acting, anything that got her to be the center of attention; something she craved. Her mother had insisted that her voice be trained when she had been much younger, and now, at fifteen, she’s what she considers pretty good. Performing was, indeed, her passion, and it probably always will be.
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Likes;[/b]
Boys
Girls
Flirting
Expensive things
Being spoiled
Sex
Drinking
Her father
Her brother
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Dislikes;[/b]
Her mother
Her siblings on her mother's side
Hypocrites
Idiots
Her cutting
Her low self esteem
Herself, usually
Stuck-ups
Racists/sexists/etc,.
Cigarettes
Heavy drugs
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Model;[/b] Emilie de Ravin[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Hm. Well, she’s pan sexual (she doesn’t care if the person’s a boy or a girl), and she has that whole cutting problem.
Alright. So, she was dating Amy's character Jeremy. However, when she had to join Defaeco, she broke up with him in an idiotic attempt to keep him safe. So, she smoosheded his heart. Poor guy<3[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
Having a House Elf walk in on you snogging a boy is something a girl would never get used to.
Kalypso Malfoy had nearly had a heart attack at the loud 'popping' noise of the Elf's arrival, and then cursed under her breath several times in French. What did the d**ned thing want? She was busy, couldn't it (she forgot whether it was male or female, so 'it' fit rather well) tell? She didn't move from where she was laying on top of the boy, turning to the Elf with glaring blue eyes, agitation in her voice. "Que?" Obviously, she didn't bother with reverting back to English before addressing the Elf.
"Miss's father would like to see Miss!" Came the squeak, and Kalypso groaned, sighing. "Miss and her brother both!"
"All right, all right. Rizer, just go find Cal, I'll be in to see Daddy in a minute."
"Yes, Miss!" Was all it said before disappearing with a rather loud pop.
"Sorry, love," she mumbled to the male below her, giving him one last kiss before standing with a sigh. "Father calls. And I'd rather him not come out here and find us." He nodded and righted himself as well, kissing her neck quickly and leaving a quick mark (earning a giggle from the younger girl) before Apparating.
Kalypso sighed, reaching for the pink terry-cloth skirt she'd been wearing and pulled it on over her bathing suit bottoms. Unfortunately, she hadn't worn anything over the bikini top, and she'd left her wand inside. Looks like she was going to face daddy in her white-and-pink hibicus flower bikini. Rather pretty, yes, but she had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate it, or the new belly-button piercing she'd gotten while away at school. But, hadn't he known she was going to be down the lake? (Tanning, of course, she couldn't swim.) She thought she left him a note...Then again, she had been distracted; she had a handsome boy waiting for her down there, after all.
Oooh, well.
She pulled her sunglasses down over her her eyes, and shook out her light blonde curls. She noticed that she had gotten a little bit of color, though not much. God, being a Veela was so d**n annoying in that aspect; tanning was such a pregnant dog.
Kalypso sighed once again, heading in towards the Manor, still feeling annoyed at her father and the d**ned Elf. ...Well, better Rizer than Draco Malfoy finding her with a boy, after all. She pulled her hair over her shoulders to hide the few red marks on her neck, and cursed herself again for forgetting her wand on her dresser.
She headed into the sitting room, slowing down and hesitating. "Yes, Daddy?" She noted that Cal wasn't there yet, and wish she took more time. d**nit, she could've gotten a shirt.
Too late for that now.
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Name; Rachael
Age; Sixteen
Location; Jersey
Time Zone; EST
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Kalypso Belle Narcissa Malfoy [/size]
Age;[/b] Fifteen[/size]
Year;[/b] Fifth[/size]
House; Slytherin
Blood;[/b] Pure. Partially Veela.[/size]
Parents;[/b] Draco Malfoy and Fleur (nee Delacour) Weasley (through an affair)[/size]
Wand;[/b] Rose wood, ten inches, crystalized Veela blood center.[/size]
Patronus;[/b] Swan[/size]
Boggart;[/b] Deucalion dead.[/size]
Animagus;[/b] Nope. Would probably be a tiger.[/size]
Alliance;[/b] Defaeco.[/size]
Pets;[/b] Silver cat with a white spot over it’s left ear; named Belle, due to her lack of creativity when she was younger.
[/size]
History;[/b]
A rainy April morning brought unpleasant news to both sides involved. A child was born, and while both parents had prayed for said child to resemble her mother’s husband, it was not meant to be. Even at birth, little Kalypso resembled both parents very well. An affair, nine months (obviously) prior would seemingly change the way Draco Malfoy and Fleur Weasley (nee Delacour) lived from them on in. Really, never lose yourself to tequila around a Veela while you’re married; Draco had well learned his lesson, after that.
Kalypso, despite the split family, grew up an indulged and spoiled child, especially on her father’s side. The only girl and the youngest, and the apple of her daddy's eye. One out of three on her mother’s side, and clearly, not the favorite out of bunch.
Tossed back and forth over the years, she learned very quickly that her father favored her more than her mother did. While her mother treated her nicely, she did the bare minimum. Taking her only when necessary, then willingly handing the small girl back to her father, no matter how much the little girl cried and clung to her legs. Fleur couldn’t have her for long; the affair had been very hard on her husband, and having the results of the affair around always put him on edge. A partial werewolf on edge is not something you want around.
When she was younger, it went from a month-to-month basis. One month with her father, one with her mother, then the cycle was repeated. However, the time periods with her mother got shorter and shorter, due to her father’s unwillingness to have his child around an annoyed werewolf, and because Fleur was starting to show little to no interest in her little girl. After all, she had her own little children to look after; ones that had been planned, and had been created with her and her husband.
Pansy Malfoy (nee Parkinson) accepted little Kalypso as one of her own children. She had seemingly gotten over the affair a lot easier than Fleur and Bill had, apparently. Well, not necessarily ‘over it’, but she couldn’t blame the poor little girl for events out of her hands. And, after all, Pansy had always wanted a little girl, after only being blessed with two boys.
And so, ties with her mother were no longer there; severed at the very seam when she was seven. It had hurt the little girl, and it still does, mind you; she knew the wound would never completely heal.
Normal life commenced for the little French Veela; sent off to Hogwarts when she was eleven, sorted into Slytherin like her brother before her and her father. Things quickly fell into place; she was liked by those whose parents still cherished the Pure Blood lineage, and disliked by those who had come from families Harry Potter supporters (her cousins and step-sisters were among that group). It was simple, really, and easy for her to accept. After all, her father had raised her to know one thing; Blood before anything. Besides, she didn’t have much to worry about; she had a brother two years older than her. He would surely look after her.
When she was around thirteen, Kalypso discovered vices of distraction; sex, drugs, drinking. Cutting herself was also thrown in their as well; a habit she has yet to quit completely. A little wild child, if you would. Her father had heard word of her actions around the school, and would not tolerate it; he was no longer so care-free with her, but rather strict. Despite this, she still knew how to get what she wanted--she had her Daddy wrapped around her little finger.
[/size]
Appearance;[/b]
If Kalypso has one thing to thank her mother for, it would be her looks. Veela blood truly did run in her veins, and that was made vert well known in her appearance. Her father only influenced her looks in the slightest, and what he had done seemed just right.
Silver-blue eyes were set in a well featured face. A perfect, straight nose was perfectly placed ( a diamond stud sometimes in placed, though the hole to the piercing hidden magically otherwise) , ears were pierced three times each, and lips were just the correct size, and dazzling white teeth were revealed when those lips were pulled into a smile. Those eyes were generally the first thing to catch your attention; they were, more than not, her father’s eyes. While appealing and dazzling, they can be cold and hating. She used her eyes to get what she wanted from d**n near anyone; a boyfriend, her brother, or her father. It didn’t matter which, it worked, and that was all that mattered.
Her skin, however, she viewed as a curse; a combination of her mother’s elegantly pale and her father’s almost sickly. It was, inevitably, quite pale, though thankfully her mother had managed to get in a bit more influence than her father. Surprisingly, she did manage to get a bit of a tan during the summer months, though it didn’t hold very long. At least it was something, after all.
The tiny figure she, clearly, had gotten from her mother; her father was a rather tall man, after all. Kalypso was around the height five-foot-one, maybe two, though not much taller than that. She was rather skinny as well, around a hundred-and-fifteen pounds, maybe. Another piercing was usually not hidden, as her clothes revealed what did not absolutely need to be covered; a belly-button piercing, standing out against her pale skin.
The white-blonde locks she had inherited from both parents; set in lovely loose, glossy curls. Her hair was straightened sometimes to a perfect, shiny sheet down her back, though, more often than not, was left down in the natural curls.
The make-up she wore was usually somewhat dramatic, or dark. Dark liners and shadows, or bright colors in glitter. Hell, she went without it once in a while; to be honest, she didn’t need it. She had that natural Veela’s glow.
The clothes she wore covered what was necessary, and usually not much else. Tight, short, cut low. Anything to grab the attention of the opposite (or same, really) sex’s attention.
[/size]
Personality;[/b]
Kalypso, above all, was an insufferable flirt. She flirts with practically everyone she meets; boys, girls, doesn’t matter much to her. She had discovered that she was not, in fact, completely straight after a little experimenting, and had decided that pan sexual suited her better than bi. She honestly didn’t give a d**n what you were, as long as you flirted back, or even more (which she would definitely approve of).
Sex was one of her favorite things, of course. Being a sleeper was something she found incredibly fun, though she knew it would probably get her in a hell-load of trouble, one day.
She is also clearly a Malfoy. The way she prides and holds herself was practically like that of royalty; hell, the Malfoy name was practically royalty. She demanded respect, though rarely gave it, and never seemed to care. Her father had taught her well, it would seem.
However, underneath the hard ‘Malfoy’ exterior, she was vastly insecure, and needed constant reminders of her good work, and that she was, indeed, wanted. Being tossed back and forth to her mother had likely caused that, as the woman had rarely showed any interest in the girl. Despite how she may feel, however, Kalypso never let her insecurities rise to the surface. She internalized her pain and problems, which is probably one of the reasons for her cutting; no human can hold that much in without snapping.
A temper lay barely beneath the surface. Think of a short fuse to a loud fire cracker; it scared you, but it ended soon. Unless, of course, you really piss her off. She has a habit of yelling when mad, in both French and English, though the former was more common for her.
Attention was something she craved almost constantly. While she may be given some at home, it, clearly, was not enough. Her father was often busy with work, or something else, and never had much time for her after she turned nine or ten. Scorpius, typically, wanted nothing to do with his ‘baby sister’ after he turned a certain age, even if he blew up over the smallest things concerning her reputation. So, she went to sex and flirting for attention, as well as whoring herself out from time to time.
Hell, as said before, it’s all in good fun.
At a young age, she had discovered her love of performing. Singing, acting, anything that got her to be the center of attention; something she craved. Her mother had insisted that her voice be trained when she had been much younger, and now, at fifteen, she’s what she considers pretty good. Performing was, indeed, her passion, and it probably always will be.
[/size]
Likes;[/b]
Boys
Girls
Flirting
Expensive things
Being spoiled
Sex
Drinking
Her father
Her brother
[/size]
Dislikes;[/b]
Her mother
Her siblings on her mother's side
Hypocrites
Idiots
Her cutting
Her low self esteem
Herself, usually
Stuck-ups
Racists/sexists/etc,.
Cigarettes
Heavy drugs
[/size]
Model;[/b] Emilie de Ravin[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] Hm. Well, she’s pan sexual (she doesn’t care if the person’s a boy or a girl), and she has that whole cutting problem.
Alright. So, she was dating Amy's character Jeremy. However, when she had to join Defaeco, she broke up with him in an idiotic attempt to keep him safe. So, she smoosheded his heart. Poor guy<3[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]
Having a House Elf walk in on you snogging a boy is something a girl would never get used to.
Kalypso Malfoy had nearly had a heart attack at the loud 'popping' noise of the Elf's arrival, and then cursed under her breath several times in French. What did the d**ned thing want? She was busy, couldn't it (she forgot whether it was male or female, so 'it' fit rather well) tell? She didn't move from where she was laying on top of the boy, turning to the Elf with glaring blue eyes, agitation in her voice. "Que?" Obviously, she didn't bother with reverting back to English before addressing the Elf.
"Miss's father would like to see Miss!" Came the squeak, and Kalypso groaned, sighing. "Miss and her brother both!"
"All right, all right. Rizer, just go find Cal, I'll be in to see Daddy in a minute."
"Yes, Miss!" Was all it said before disappearing with a rather loud pop.
"Sorry, love," she mumbled to the male below her, giving him one last kiss before standing with a sigh. "Father calls. And I'd rather him not come out here and find us." He nodded and righted himself as well, kissing her neck quickly and leaving a quick mark (earning a giggle from the younger girl) before Apparating.
Kalypso sighed, reaching for the pink terry-cloth skirt she'd been wearing and pulled it on over her bathing suit bottoms. Unfortunately, she hadn't worn anything over the bikini top, and she'd left her wand inside. Looks like she was going to face daddy in her white-and-pink hibicus flower bikini. Rather pretty, yes, but she had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate it, or the new belly-button piercing she'd gotten while away at school. But, hadn't he known she was going to be down the lake? (Tanning, of course, she couldn't swim.) She thought she left him a note...Then again, she had been distracted; she had a handsome boy waiting for her down there, after all.
Oooh, well.
She pulled her sunglasses down over her her eyes, and shook out her light blonde curls. She noticed that she had gotten a little bit of color, though not much. God, being a Veela was so d**n annoying in that aspect; tanning was such a pregnant dog.
Kalypso sighed once again, heading in towards the Manor, still feeling annoyed at her father and the d**ned Elf. ...Well, better Rizer than Draco Malfoy finding her with a boy, after all. She pulled her hair over her shoulders to hide the few red marks on her neck, and cursed herself again for forgetting her wand on her dresser.
She headed into the sitting room, slowing down and hesitating. "Yes, Daddy?" She noted that Cal wasn't there yet, and wish she took more time. d**nit, she could've gotten a shirt.
Too late for that now.
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