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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 14:52:26 GMT -5
i will!! im ready to go hip check some people
also, btw is it just me or does oregon have a lot of attractive guys ??
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 14:56:17 GMT -5
i've never been to oregon but maybe??? if i were an attractive guy i'm sure oregon would be stop #1 for me
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jul 29, 2016 15:04:58 GMT -5
i have never even met someone from oregon i would not know. wait. i lied. portland. i know several people from oregon and all are attractive. it must be something in the water.
yes! more lesbians! leelah needs more girls in the gay club. lets get the lady lovin' turned up in here
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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 15:25:00 GMT -5
ikr all these beautiful people everywhere im overwhelmed
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Post by Salted Squid on Jul 29, 2016 15:29:08 GMT -5
I couldn't leave you guys alone before. Now I really can't leave you guys alone
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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 18:15:15 GMT -5
okay, finally back thank goodness // my team lost and i had a minor asthma attack stopping all those darn break aways on goal ugh
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 18:19:04 GMT -5
that sucks! on top of losing you had an asthma attack! i'm sorry buddy
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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 18:34:45 GMT -5
yeah but now i get to go eat food so all shall be forgotten was everyone able to save all the previous posts and stuff?
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Post by koi on Jul 29, 2016 18:40:50 GMT -5
i'm sorry maple we're in the process of it right now. we haven't gotten past the second day in-rp because we're having...technical issues. also we write way too much???
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 18:41:44 GMT -5
we're trying our best but it's time consuming at least you get food! that makes up for everything u-u
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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 18:45:22 GMT -5
oh okay, let me know if you need any help!!
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 18:49:08 GMT -5
i think we're good for now ........mostly
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Post by servalstrike on Jul 29, 2016 18:49:21 GMT -5
wow i really need to catch up on what's been going on i feel so out of the loop no more naps for ol' serv
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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 18:50:29 GMT -5
it's okay serv , i vanished for awhile too
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 18:50:48 GMT -5
you say that now but you'll be taking another nap in ten minutes
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Post by servalstrike on Jul 29, 2016 18:52:56 GMT -5
hahaha~ you caught me honbun
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 18:54:57 GMT -5
you absolute scamp!
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Post by servalstrike on Jul 29, 2016 18:55:42 GMT -5
ohohohohohohohoho~
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Post by maple on Jul 29, 2016 19:03:15 GMT -5
ive got to poof for a little bit because ive got minor heat stroke & im going to go shower and take a little break
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 19:03:57 GMT -5
oh holy cow! today is not your day maple yeah no worries, go not die of heat stroke
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Post by servalstrike on Jul 29, 2016 19:12:48 GMT -5
oh jeepers maple! yea you go cool off. we probably won't be doing anything for a while
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Jul 29, 2016 19:30:02 GMT -5
i made a chatting/plotting page if you can't find it the link is on the front page
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Post by servalstrike on Jul 30, 2016 16:53:09 GMT -5
Sadja; A laugh escaped her, sparking in the air around her with a crackle than dissipated. “That hurts my feelings, Jasmin. I hope the two of you have a happy life together, please don’t let the pain of the betrayal I feel get in the way.”
But a breath leaves her when Jasmin accepts her proposal to not go to the office. A breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Few things make her nervous. A dangerous mission to break into the Headmaster’s office in a search for clues that might not even exist, the threatening waters of the lake, but most of all was Jasmin’s rejection of her. That scared her more than an army of nixies.
Bringing his hand to her lips she kissed his fingers. He doesn’t refuse but he doesn’t ask why. A fair question on his part, one that she should have answered before he could ask it. Resting his fingers to her forehead now she closed her eyes in thought. “I don’t want you to get in trouble. In some strange way it’s seems I’ve climbed the ladder of this rebellion quickly, too quickly, that’s means I’m now responsible for keeping these students safe. I don’t know how to do that without leaving them all behind to complete the mission by myself, that’s not possible. So at the very least I will do everything in my power to keep the person I hold dearest to me safe, even if that means leaving you behind.”
Shaking her head she finally looked up at him after she finished speaking. Eyes filled with a bubbling mixture of love and concern.
She rubbed her thumb over his fingers and gave half-smile, one filled with a certain kind of happiness that Jasmin understood the decision she was making. That he thanked her for looking out for him. That he didn’t feel singled out just because she was doing this for him only and no one else. “Thank you, Jasmin.” Laughing a little again at the sight of those dimpled cheeks again. He meant the world to her.
Pulling back and taking her hand from his she straightened her back and cleared her throat, a serious look masking her features. “There’s still one order of business I need to complete before I can bring this meeting to a start.”
She reached into her dressing robe and pulled something out. An origami bird. One made from parchment, with one side painted in bright golds and reds with a sun of intricate designs of swirls and stars, the other side painted in dark blue with silver stars and an moon made from finely painted and intricate designs. Removing her wand from her ear, with a wave and utterance under her breath the origami bird shook to life and started to fly. It circled the room once and fluttered to Jasmin. It’s hues mixing like Jasmin’s eyes. Spreading it’s wings it unfolded itself in front of him the message engraved in silver and gold on its inside. “Will you go to the dance with me, My Sun and Stars, Moon of my Sky?”
Sinbad shifted on her shoulder watching the origami bird like prey. For a moment she had been afraid he would swoop in and attack it, ruining her proposal. But he stayed obediently at her side.
Sadja had planned on doing this earlier, when they would be alone, but of course school and planning a revolution got in the way. She did find time to make and decorate the little bird, a tribute to the origami bird he made when she had been confined to the hospital, and then charming it to put on this grand gesture. Even if he refused Sadja would understand, she did sort of just ban him from their mission.
Cedric; The grin that found it’s way to Cedric’s features was almost Cheshire cat-like in appearance. He always gained some amusement from the pain of others. He wouldn’t admit it but he knew it was a trait inherited from his Father.
While he hadn’t come across anyone with viable information at least it wasn’t a total waste of a night. Cordelia was more than meal enough for him, no he wouldn’t be going to bed hungry.
Nor was it surprising that she wasn’t here for whatever meeting was taking place in the Slytherin common room, a place practically made for conspiring. He was curious all the same. Coming up behind her he leaned down so he was next to her ear. “Ah, a precious token of love I suppose? How quaint. Is it really so important that you stoop to slinking the halls at night to retrieve it? Ah, but if it was you wouldn’t have left it would you?”
He drew back at her next words and paced to face her now. Folding her arms behind his back, he tilted his head in the direction of the common room. A soft glow emanating from the entrance proof of a presence. “A fine idea, Miss Spencer, I’ll tuck that in the back of my mind and save it for later. I hate to disappoint, truly I do, but I must confess that I haven’t been using our old house common room for my personal purposes. I am down here to discover the truth behind it’s current use. Not that you care, Little Mouse, I won’t bore you with the details.” As he spoke with an expression of boredom he took one arm from behind his back and examined his nails, as though her could see them in the dark.
“Who did you bribe? Certainly you must have run into someone on your way down here with all the noise you’re making. Was it a prefect? They’re always so easy to manipulate, not half as smart as they think themselves to be. They're so easy to control you know, I've found many ways to keep them quiet. Exploiting their fears works well. Easily convinced into silence when you threaten to expose whatever secret they thought they were clever in hiding. What secrets lurk in your mind I wonder, Little Mouse.” An easy grin returning to his features.
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Post by koi on Jul 30, 2016 17:00:16 GMT -5
jasmin valeska --
Many times had Jasmin Valeska thinking, to himself, that he does not belong up on the stage.
Y’see, dance is a tricky business to involve yourself in because if you are not a level-headed person, as soon as things go to hell backstage, you are dragged into the flames. Even as a level-headed person, you still were latched onto by the stress of people around you. Things went wrong constantly. Costumes getting ruined by spilt coffee. Gum in the rosin box. Lights not working onstage. Props going missing. Jasmin was a very anxious person, but his anxiety was most definitely related directly to social aspect of things. Onstage, Jasmin did not have a voice to use, no stutter to ruin things, spoke silently with the way he moved instead, and that is what he appreciated so much about it. Other times, he felt as if he did not belong up on the marley floors, that he’d better give the opportunity to someone who deserved it more.
Jasmin tended to work well backstage, he has realized, almost works better sheathed in the wings than he does when there are bright lights shining in differently-coloured eyes. He’s been backstage a lot. He’s been in situations where he was about to go onstage and instead was promptly replaced by a boy Jasmin’s age who was better, and leaner, and taller, and Jasmin had been forced to work on headsets to make sure that the people on lighting were not confused by the fact that it wasn’t Jasmin onstage as originally planned. There were things like that that happened, and Jasmin always took his place making sure things ran smoothly in the background. Anya’s shoe breaking onstage: Jasmin running to the dressing room to grab another. Gio’s achilles injury acting up, and Jasmin knew exactly where the ice and anti-inflammatories were kept. Carmen having a mental breakdown in the wings and Jasmin having to awkwardly pet his head and trying not to cringe and getting shoved onstage anyways and having to resort to making cross-eyed faces at him when the audience couldn’t see to try and make him feel vaguely better.
Shows seemed to run smoother when Jasmin took his place backstage. Yes, things still happened, yes, there were injuries, missing pieces to the show, but Jasmin always found them. Always kept things running.
Jasmin smiles at Sadja. He knows who he is, and knows his place, suddenly, in the grande order of things. Sadja was the ballerina onstage, looking pretty from afar and shining with sweat up close, shoes breaking, tights ripping, holding it together with an air of self-assured confidence and gentle maturity regardless, and Jasmin was the one making silly faces from within the wings, letting Sadja have reasons to smile, passing props, and cueing the music. And Jasmin Valeska is at ease with it.
(In the background of his thought, there is something creeping very, very slowly towards the forefront of his mind. The way Sadja looks at him has Jasmin melting. His posture relaxes. Any, and all tension, that was once in his form—that’d been drilled into his arms and legs and back and shoulders from lifting dancers and breaking his hand on the ceiling from jumping too high—melts, melts, like an ice cube in the middle of a too warm summer. His anxieties are the ice, and Sadja is mid-July. He is not at all concerned with the way Sadja’s face changes, for a second, serious, because he thinks of the way that he has fallen out of a jump and simply tried again. Sadja is serious for a moment until she reaches into her pocket, and she softens, the lines of her face kind, and Jasmin thinks, vaguely, we’re melting each other. Oh no.)
Jasmin recognizes the symbolism of the origami bird immediately (though this one was much, much more beautiful than the one that Jasmin had made Sadja, much, much more radiant), and he is not shy about his smile, lets his dimples appear like they’re dancing on his face along with his freckles. His eyes crease to narrow slits, his eyelashes mixing together and obscuring his vision with blurry-black, but he does not care; gets the barest glimpse of the message of the bird, and brings up his hands slowly to cup it within them, gentle, the paper bird’s wings still fluttering against the skin of his palms. When he looks at Sadja, his head tilts, and dark hair falls across his forehead, and he cannot stop just looking at her (drinking her in, really, the way her features are formed on her face and mixed with her expression, she is absolutely lovely, and she is very, very real in this state; she is not an untouchable leader right now, but the many facets of the girl Jasmin loves).
He ends up not saying anything (really, a lot of Sadja and Jasmin’s interactions could take place without words and things would still be the same), just leans (it’s uncomfortable, but he doesn’t care) over the edge of the table he is on and the side of his chair to take her face cupped in his hands (mindful of Sinbad, who is probably eyeing Jasmin like he wants to kill him), and presses his lips to her forehead.
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Post by servalstrike on Jul 30, 2016 19:33:02 GMT -5
Sadja; For a brief moment, perhaps a drumming heartbeat or two, Sadja was worried that Jasmin would say no. That he would reject her because of how she treated him only moments before. She wouldn't have blamed him if he had. Sometimes she was sure she was unworthy of Jasmin. Sadja could lay awake at night and prepare a hundred point list of all the reasons she didn't deserve him. Starting with the time she shoved a pancake in his face and ending with the moment she refused to let him have a place in the rebellion because she was selfish. Sadja was a selfish leader and a selfish lover, she wouldn't let Jasmin prove his worth to the group all for the sake of keeping him safe. His safety was put above all others. That wasn't how a leader was supposed to act. A leader put the lives of all above their own. But Sadja rejected that fact and moved Jasmin into her spotlight, where he belonged. Smiling and so full of worth and life that she would die everyday to keep him safe and happy.
Sadja could have counted every hammering heartbeat that drummed against her ribcage, threatening to escape her and leave her to fend for herself. She would have deserved it, she didn't deserve that good heart of hers. The one that put her on this godforsaken throne in the midst of these rebels.
But she found herself too focused on Jasmin's face. His every freckle might as well have been a starry sky for all she cared. For the radiant joy that lit up his features threw Sadja into a tailspin. Her heart still playing that drumming song in her head. Louder than sirens, louder than bells. Sweeter than heaven and harder than hell. It didn't play to the tune of fear of rejection in anymore. It now sang to a tune Sadja wasn't used to. She couldn't describe the feeling it gave her. Filling her to the brim with a sweet nectar that called to whatever god of love was present in the common room that night.
She matched his smiling expression. Sure that the beam on her face was only the moon compared to his sun. Glittering eyes met his. He didn't need to speak, Jasmin never truly needed words with her.
When his lips touched her forehead she couldn't control the fit of giggles that suddenly overtook her. Sinbad was less than amused by her lack of nuisance and complete and utter joy as he took his leave back to the top of the chair. The stoic leader, the queen of the night, had dissolved under Jasmin's kiss. All that was left was the sixteen year old Arabic girl who started giddily babbling in the language of her mother tongue about how happy she was. Perhaps throwing in an embarrassing phrase or two about what she really thought of the boy with the eyes of heaven and earth. Thankfully no one else in the room could understand her. Except maybe the annoyed looking raptor that had occupied himself with preening.
Quickly she regained herself. Collecting her emotions and storing them somewhere deep and safe. There were things of a more important nature she had to address. Things that caused her more anxiety than the fear of Jasmin's refusal. The plan involving the Samhain dance was a matter still to be dealt with. They had fleshed out the more important parts with Professor Cicuta, a teacher who was more than willing to aid in their rebellion despite that she was as brittle as a leaf in Autumn. Poising back into her regal state she stood to address the Botany Club. Clearing her throat. "Botany Club, tonight is one of more importance than simple invitations to the Samhain dance," although hers had been anything but simple, "Tonight we plan every intricacy of tomorrow night. To ensure our victory and our own safety." She looked around the room. "Does anyone have any questions before we begin?"
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Post by Salted Squid on Jul 30, 2016 20:01:23 GMT -5
Aviva Harel~
The sound of giggles startled Aviva, who looked up, completely and utterly confused by what she was seeing. Sadja looked happy, much happier than what Aviva was used to seeing her look like. For a moment, she looked alarmed. What was going on?
Then the look on Jasmin's face registered. Ah, she thought, her lips curling up into a smirk. The way they were looking at each other... well, it gave things away. For a moment, she looked like she was about to laugh, though she managed to stifle it, calming herself rather quickly.
Jasmin... and Sadja? Well, she couldn't pretend that she didn't see the chemistry between the two of them. They had a kind of understanding of each other that made it quite obvious that they were much more comfortable with each other than with other people.
Smothering her laughs, she pushed off the wall, crossing to her original fireside chair and curling up in it, rather like a cat. She crossed her arms atop the armrest of the chair, resting her chin atop them and blinking at Sadja.
"I have a question," she chuckled, her voice carrying a light, teasing tone. "Do we all need to find our true loves by tomorrow night, or can we skip that part?"
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Aug 1, 2016 12:25:23 GMT -5
[ Leelah Veyera ]
Leelah had never been that great at magic. She could use it, of course, and did well enough in her classes, but all the intricacies tended to go over her head. If she worked at it, spent time studying after class or just sat down with a text book and learned, than maybe she would have been a scholar with the rest of them. But Leelah Veyera was simply not interested in devoting long hours to subjects she deemed impractical. She was not going to save the world: she didn’t want to be a doctor, or an auror, or whatever god-sent paragon people like Gray Markell or Aviva Harel believed they would one day be. Leelah was happy to be average. This is not to say that she is not passionate - certainly anyone with eyes, or any sense whatsoever, even, could tell that the girl was the daughter of flint and tinder. She was simply not passionate about magic.
That being said, she was doubly impressed by Sadja’s little bird. The way it flew around the room as if of its own mind, wings changing color to reflect the night and day of its recipients eyes. This was certainly a step up and above what everyone else had done for their - er - promposals? (The Samhain Dance wasn’t exactly prom, it was more a celebratory, homecoming-ish fling, but she was going to use the word promposal anyways because no one was stopping her.) But then again, Sadja had always been a bit extra. The Celestial Dragons. Gosh, and now Leelah was grinning from cheek to cheek, watching the pretty Arabic girl as she stared intently at Jasmin, almost holding her breath, awaiting his response. Like Jasmin would have said no. They were basically in love, the two of them. Sadja could have popped the question right then and there and Jasmin’s answer probably would have been the same. Jasmin and Sadja. They sounded like a lesbian couple. Which reminded Leelah: she didn’t have a date for the dance yet.
Ah, yes. One of the many troubles of being the only out lesbian at Hogwarts. (That - er - she hung around with. There were probably others. Somewhere. Not at this party. Not in the Friendship Bracelets and Flower Crowns club either.)
Leelah had whistled as Jasmin accepted Sadja’s proposal, smirking at the two of them. “Congratulations, lovebirds!” She grinned. “Oh, and thanks for ruining everyone else’s proposal’s, Sadja. Honestly, how is anyone supposed to top that?”
She said this as a jest, but honestly it was true. Good thing Eden and Enid had gotten their little romantic moment out of the way before Sadja’s performance. (The fact that she didn’t know if Eden and Enid were just close friends or lovers or married-in-secret-in-a-sketchy-Hogsmede-church was starting to get slightly frustrating. Because Leelah is a nosy shit.) Then Sadja had called for order in the court and the moment was lost. It was serious business time. Leelah was never very good at serious business time. Luckily, Aviva killed the mood before it really begun with a quip that Leelah couldn’t help but smirk at. She wondered if Aviva had a date to the dance yet. Yeah, Aviva was straight, but, I mean, didn’t everyone think they were straight at one point? That’s a joke. She’s kidding. But it would be nice to have someone to go with, even as a friend. Granted, before last month Leelah had thought that the ex-Gryffindor girl was a bit of a prick, but her opinion had changed quite dramatically after the beginning of the revolution. It had sparked a change in all of them, she thought. Moved them out of their comfort zones, began molding them, as a group, into a closer image of their true self. Their best self, perhaps. Leelah smiled.
“Do you think it's worth going to? I mean…”
Oh, right. Liesel. In her awe at Sadja’s performance she had nearly forgotten the girl sitting by her side, sweet and timid and still without a date. Well, that could be remedied easy enough. “Of course”, Leelah smiled. “I mean, Headmaster Laberdoodle made it mandatory, so I mean, we have to go anyways. I think it’s worth not getting expelled but - hey? Do you have a date yet?”
Leelah wasn’t so much going to flirt around as just kind of ask if Liesel wanted to go with her. She didn’t have the elegance of Sadja or the adorable wit of Enid. She was just Leelah. “Because, if you don’t, we could go together? As friends, of course.” (She added that last part because there’s a 96.5% chance that Liesel is straight and sometimes straight girls have issues with doing this kind of stuff with a lesbian friend. It’s a thing. And seeing as Leelah is literally the only out lesbian in the room, yeah, she’s a little bit nervous and kind of regretting asking. She’s not insecure. She’s not afraid of rejection. But she doesn’t want Liesel to think badly of her. Because that sucks.)
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Post by maple on Aug 1, 2016 13:35:27 GMT -5
Liesel Wailes
{ mapleshade_55 }
{ sixteen | female | gryffindor | pureblood | oak; unicorn hair; 11 inches, light | wolf | year 6 }
» can be fairly difficult not to notice Liesel Wailes in a crowd. She is undeniably lovely to look at in a pretty and petite way; with soft silvery blonde hair that usually hangs in either waves or loose ringlets and a nice smile that reveals white teeth. Her cheek bones are notably high and defined on her creamy complexioned face. A few light freckles faintly sprinkle her small nose, usually not spotted unless observed from up close and personal. Her lips are a light pink and full and majority of the time being nervously chewed on (an anxious habit). Liesel's stature is one of willowy grace, measuring approximately 5'6 with a slim build. However, the most shocking thing about the young women's appearance is her eyes. Framed with thick and dark lashes, one is a dark brown and the other a light blue.
Leisel's personality can be somewhat misleading and confusing. She can be shy and introverted, but also outgoing and notably reckless. It's often quite difficult to determine what exactly is going on inside that head of hers most of the time, but the young women is not always the best at hiding her emotions despite this. She struggles with being hot-headed and overly-emotional; sometimes letting loose a little too much and occasionally taking out such wrath on her peers. Kind-hearted with a sweet disposition, and stubborn but with a good cause; Liesel is an interesting acquaintance to have.
Tristan Bailey
{ mapleshade_55 }
{ seventeen | male | slytherin | half-blood | olive tree, phoenix feather, strong, 12 inches | snow leopard | year 7 } » Tristan Bailey exhibits quite a few standard traits that relate to Slytherin. Not only his personality, but something about his appearance is somewhat dark and foreboding. He has dark brown hair that hangs roughly an inch below his jaw line usually in a mussed up mess. His eyes are an intently sharp blue, starkly visible with his swarthy complexion. His facial structure is notably chiseled with a cleft chin that helps add to these attractive features. He is also fairly tall at 6'0 feet exactly. Tristan's face usually can be spotted portraying a smug smirk or a rather bored expression majority of the time, considering that he's "too cool" to be anything but blase.
Personality wise, Tristan reflects Slytherin with his ambitious and highly competitive demeanor. But the young man is also considerably lazy, often skipping out on class or failing to submit homework on time. He enjoys stirring up trouble and toying with people's emotions (usually girls), and using his overly faux charm to his advantage. Tristan also has a mouth, one that's easy to notice when first meeting him. Not only does he instigate a lot, but he also isn't hesitant at throwing in a few punches when needed. Surprisingly, the young man is a half-blood; which is somewhat rare in his house. Tristan is severely defensive when it comes to his family and blood status, finding that throwing out rough and tough bad-boy vibes helps shield this small fact. In all the young man is not a very trusting figure or a reliable source of help, often too busy causing trouble or being a player. He's not all bad, but the young man really hasn't had any reason to tap into his sensitive side.
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Post by maple on Aug 1, 2016 13:36:42 GMT -5
[ okay that's my characters forms, i figured I'd drop them there as to save them now ill work on a liesel response ]
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Post by maple on Aug 1, 2016 18:00:44 GMT -5
» liesel wailes // my sad queen
It was no surprise that Liesel was lacking a date, she actually hadn't expected one in the first place. What boy would ask her? It always came down to being invited, considering that she hadn't any gumption to ask anyone herself. Just the very thought made her feel queasy. Getting turned down, ignored, teased, the horrifying possibilities were endless. No, she'd rather be alone than humiliated and alone. All this magic and incantations and she couldn't even find herself someone to go with her to a dance. At least, that's what she thought.
Leelah clearly pierced through Liesel's clouded thoughts, a friendly voice and a smiling face. Asking inquiring questions to Liesel's statement. "No," A shake of her head confirmed this. She expected the other girl to know this much, wasn't it obvious? If she had herself a date would she be questioning whether or not to go? Maybe Liesel was thinking too much, delving deeper into a situation than she should be. But when Leelah suggested that they go together, she could only blink in response. Never had she expected the girl she shared an Herbology class with to offer this, let alone consider her a friend enough to. Liesel was flattered and somewhat bewildered. "Us?" Her eyes studied Leelah's for a brief moment, letting her gaze rest on the girl's face. However, Liesel wasn't stupid, she was fully aware that Leelah was more so interested in girls than guys, whilst Liesel was the opposite. She couldn't help but wonder if Leelah was aware of this minor detail, or if she was asking out of friendship like she had said. Once again, Liesel couldn't stop reading too far into things.
"Of course I'll go with you. She smiled, and it was a genuine one that made her pretty face look happy. Even though inside she still felt a little bit sad. That wasn't out of the ordinary, something about Liesel always radiated a quiet type of sadness that was smothered by light smiles and soft laughs; but it was never quite gone. It could be detected when she didn't think you were watching, a falter. Deep in her eyes, if you looked hard enough it was visible there somewhere in the depths of each brown and blue pool.
[ this is so short i apologize // ]
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