Post by wolf deveraux on Jul 19, 2010 9:13:56 GMT
I S A B A U D E V E R A U X
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T H E B A S I C S
FULL NAME :
isabau ilene deveraux
NICKNAMES :
wolf
GENDER :
female
BIRTHDAY AND AGE:
1959 01 14, 17
YEAR :
7th
HOUSE :
ravenclaw
OCCUPATION :
hogwarts student
SEXUAL ORIENTATION :
straight
BLOOD STATUS :
pure
WAND :
11", thestral tail, cedar wood
T H E L O O K S
EYES :
blue
HAIR :
red
WEIGHT :
102 lbs
HEIGHT:
5' 2"
BUILD :
athletic
SCARS/TATTOOS :
tribal tramp stamp, tat of wolf growling on upper arm, initials "bd" on bottom of left arm, kanji for pain on back of neck
PEIRCINGS :
ear lobes, snakebite
CELEBRITY FACE :
joanna levesque
T H E P E R S O N A
LIKES :
~quiddich
~curses
~hexes
~pranks
~guys
~animals
~charms
~steak
~chocolate
~night
DISLIKES :
-living in a 'bunk'
-england
-most girls
-stupid people
-...can we just say everything not mentioned above?
STRENGTHS :
+natural leader
+confident
+loyal
+honest
+photographic memory
WEAKNESSES :
=obnoxious
=honest
=speaks her mind
=short tempered
=strong willed men
BOGGART :
Uncle Jo; she pictures him with ropes wrapped around him lying on train tracks.
DEMENTOR :
During the summer between her 4th and 5th years, she and her little brother, Blake, were racing on broomsticks. Blake never saw the tree... It killed him on impact.
PATRONUS :
Her younger brother's 12th, and last, birthday party. Her patronus takes the shape of a falcon.
VERITASERUM :
She could have saved Blake; she blames herself.
AMORTENTIA :
*fresh air
*new books
*steak, and other foods
PERSONALITY SUMMARY :
It would be eaiser for a blind and deaf infant to understand quantum phisics than it would be for Einstein to piece Wolf together. She's like a box of one of those 3D puzzle things with about a trillion pieces. All of which are the exact same size and shape and each side has a different picture. However, said box is inside a locked chest. The key is down some long ass corridor with more branches than there are stars in the sky, behind a secret door that doesn't exist, and around some dead guy's neck. Oh, but that's not all. Here's the next catch. If you manage to find the dead guy and take the key from him, he will then come to life and all of his friends will spend the next few hours slowly devouring you. Wanna have a go?
Wolf is bi-polar. Very bi-polar. Her mood swings scare people. She wasn't always like this though. But that's a different story. She is also quite...touchy. Now, that doesn't mean she can't wait to get her hands on you. It means that even if her bi-polarness isn't bothering her, if you say the wrong thing, she will bite your head off. And, yes, her bite is worse than her bark, and her bark isn't pleasant. She tends to be quite the tom-boy. Mostly, she hangs out with 'the guys', and hardly ever are they guys from her House. She tends to go for the Gryffindor boys, in fact. As far as like blood status goes, Wolf really doesn't care. She is a pure-blood, but so what? Just because her family are stiffs doesn't mean she has to be. Many believe she was placed in the wrong House, but no, Wolf is as much of a bookworm as they come...she's just a little different.
T H E B I O G R A P H Y
MOTHER :
ellanor may (hayes) deveraux, 48, x-hufflepuff, head of dept of regulation and control of magical creatures
FATHER :
kile jacob deveraux, 52, x-gryffindor, retired professional quiddich player
SIBLINGS :
matthew james deveraux :: older brother, 26, x-prefect/chaser gryffindor, works in dept of mysteries
jacob lee deveraux :: older brother, 24, x-chaser gryffindor, auror
mccaleb dane deveraux :: older brother, 24, x-beater gryffindor, auror
jason michael deveraux :: older brother, 22, x-prefect slytherin, death eater
miles anthony deveraux :: older brother, 20, x-keeper gryffindor, studying abroad
jonathan brad deveraux :: older brother, 18, x-chaser/captain ravenclaw, reporter
blake caleb deveraux :: younger brother, deceased, x- ravenclaw
OTHER FAMILY:
none in england
PETS :
herd of thestrals, her father breeds magical beasts
thanatos, snowy owl
WEALTH STATUS :
wealthy
HISTORY SUMMARY :
"There's alot to tell...but I'll try to make this as painless -- for you -- as possible. Really, it's none of your business, but you English types are way differ'nt than the people back home. I'm from Texas. America. My father lives there. I and my brothers stayed with Dad until we reached 11 years old, then he shipped us off, one by one (not including the twins) to Mom. She works at the ministry. They divorced shortly after Blake was born. Anyway, my mother and I don't exactly get along...at all. My uncle, Jo, is my father's brother. However, apparently he is better looking than my dad, for my mother had sex with him every chance she got.
She was completely enthralled. When Dad found out, he didn't do much about it. This pissed me off to no end...especially after my 'rents found out what Jo did to me. To put it mildly, the man is a sick bastard and if I ever catch him alone, I'll kill him...slowly. He did things to me when I was little that no girl should ever have to go through. My mom and I don't get along because on my eleventh birthday I told her all of the things that Jo did to me. She hit me and said to stop spreading malicious rumors about good men. I have never spoken to her since. Told Dad...his answer was that there was nothing he could do because I couldn't prove what happened to me. I told him to try some veritaserum. He did. Jo admitted to everything. Dad cut off all family ties to him.
Now that I'm 17, I don't have to worry about it anymore, but during the summer, I had to fly all the way back over the atlantic to stay with my father. He legally breeds and sells magical creatures, so I don't fly in a plane... Thestrals are a much better way of travel. Then again, so are hyppogriffs, but I prefer the thestrals. At school, I'm not a prefect or anything like that, though my dad pushed me to be so. He said that as the first Deveraux in Ravenclaw, I should be all that I could. Yeah...no. Haha, I like to pull alot of pranks and I honestly think that the Hat screwed up when I was sorted, but it's all good. I have a bit of a reputation to live up to from my brothers, especially the twins, but I've pretty much done it. It's my 7th and last year, I'll make it worth my while. Oh, and before you ask...my animagus? JM is a jerk.
[/justify]T H E P U P P E T E E R
ONLINE ALIAS :
Wolf
TIME ZONE :
GMT-6 Central, I'm in Texas.
YEARS RP'ING :
6, I have no life.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
none at the moment.
RP SAMPLE :DJ paced around the bar. He had cleaned it and recleaned it and then mopped the floor and scrubbed the lightbulbs for good measure. Yeah, he had been working non-stop in Celcius for the last 6 hours, completely skipping sleep. He had gotten off the computer at just after 2 AM that morning, talking to Amaya. She had this way of like...making his whole world flip upside down. How was he supposed to think when her innocence made him second guess everything he said or did? How the hell could he function like that?
He had an answer: there was no fucking way. Amaya Suzuki was the bane of his existence. There was a reason he avoided the good girls like the plague. They were like his sister: sweet, innocent, sheltered. It drove him insane. This one especially. That was why he was at the bar long after closing. That was why he wasn't asleep like any normal man would be. No, of course not. He was up trying to figure out how the hell he was going to deal with this beautiful little asian girl that seemed to have him tripping. Kaiden even said something about it. The team was going to have a field day if he didn't do something about this. Yeah, Shane had a girl, but that was different. Stefany had dated Amaya, but he was a fag; hence, the name "Stefany".
He stopped and turned toward a picture above the bar. It was supposed to 'set the mood'. He didn't know how the hell it did that, but aparently it did. It was made by someone who could make illusions and a telepath. The makers had made the painting show what you wanted most. He expected to find what he always found: a nude girl, her face hidden, laying on his bed with her legs spread open, begging him to come to her. This time, it was different. He saw Amaya's smiling face against his chest. Immediately, he shut his eyes. "NO! There's no way."
DJ glanced at the clock. Was it really morning? Yep. A look of decision crossed his features and he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a barstool, taking off out the door. He knew she was in one of the dorms on campus, and as a student, there was no reason for him not to be allowed on school grounds. Then again, even if someone told him "no", he could always get what he wanted...just make them look him in the eyes, and they were at his mercy. Not 15 minutes later, he was sitting in his fully loaded 2010 black GMC Sierra 2500 staring up at the girl's dorms. Of course, she could've been in the co-ed dorms, but for some reason, he really doubted that.
Getting out of his beloved pick-up, he took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing here? Simple, seeing Amaya. He promised he'd see her today. Ok...how was he going to get in? He hadn't gotten that far yet. So, he took the direct route: straight through the front doors. Stopping the first girl he saw, he made eye-contact. "Tell me what room Amaya Suzuki is in?" She told him. "Do not tell anyone about this conversation." She nodded blankly. He turned and walked back out the doors.
He walked around to the other side of the building and looked up. He could definitely see Amaya's window. There was no way he'd be able to get through the entire building undetected, so he'd go the safer way. Or at least, it was safer in his opinion. Cracking his knuckles, DJ set his mind to the task at hand. That was the only way to get stuff like this done. Handhold by handhold, foothold by foothold, DJ made his way up the side of the building. If he were to fall, he'd probably die. Yeah, he could command any being on the planet by giving them a direct order, but his rock climbing ability wasn't exactly the greatest.
He could almost reach the bottom of her windowsill when another thought struck him. What if her window was locked? That would suck. Then again, what reason would she have to lock her window? He glanced down. Yep, long enough...haha. Shaking his head, he thanked God -- not for the first time in the last few minutes -- for having the designers of the campus put brick on the outer part of this building. Otherwise, he would never have made it off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like forever -- but was only a couple of moments -- DJ pushed open Amaya's window. Or at least, he hoped it was Amaya's.
He couldn't be for certain becuase she wasn't in the room. No one was. As silently as possible, DJ pulled himself into the dorm room. Glancing around, he was glad he made enough money to live on his own. Being in one of these dorms would suck. First inspection told him that 5 people called the place home. However, the second glance said that only one of the bed areas was used: the one closest to the bathroom. Running his gaze around the edges of the bathroom door, he could see light. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shower running. She must be in the shower...I'll just wait for her.
Being the smooth player DJ was, he decided to sit on Amaya's bed, leaning back on her pillows looking like he owned the place. At once, he knew it was her room. The very faint perfume he had smelled around her that first day on the beach was here, and he was fairly certain he'd seen her wearing that shirt before. His eyes raked over her belongings, coming to land on the book on her bedside table. It was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. If he had any doubts as to the room's owner, they were gone now. What high school girl would read a book like that when it wasn't required by the school? None. He picked it up and turned to the first page, ready to wait as long as need be.
He didn't have to wait long. He heard the handle click and looked up, watching the door open and by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on walk out. The first thing he noticed was her hair, it was down around her shoulders in that not-dripping-but-not-completely-dry-either look. The next was her clothing. There was none. She was simply wrapped in a towel. She was gorgeous. Wow...I expected to see you, but I didn't expect to see so much of you. Luckilly, he was smart enough not to say that outloud. Instead, he just looked at her. He couldn't pull his eyes away.
There was only enough time for a heartbeat, if that long. He sprung from her bed, leaving the book open to the page she had been on originally and moved to her. The space between them receeded at an alarming rate. Before she had any real time to react, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing her tiny body against his. Without thinking about it, DJ lowered his head and kissed her, full on the mouth. His lips crushed her's in a firm but gentle way. His arms slid around her, holding her in place against his chest. A few heartbeats later, his lips pulled away, two sweet words dancing on his lips. "You're mine..."
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tags// Amaya <3
muse// decent right now...
words// 1263
his mood// everywhere. =D
lyrics// Hot n Cold, Katy Perry
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