Title: LEOSTAT, olive
olive leostat - September 3, 2007 03:48 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ olive leostat ]
[ olive leostat ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: cate
age: 15
contact: halfling1992
experience: 5+ years
how'd you find us? emily-wife
[ w h o are you?
full name: Olive Paisley Leostat
explain the names: olive -- sweet, and small, much like the girl.
paisley -- no explanation.
leostat -- surname
nickname: Ollie
age/year: 16/ 6th
house: ravenclaw
any titles?: none yet, but i'll probably apply for prefect
[ show some skin!
eye color: a light topaz color. though brown when in need of blood.
hair color: a delicate shade of brown.
skin tone: very pale.
celebrity portrayal: rachael leigh cook
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
-- soft colors
-- rhythmic music
-- being outdoors
-- physical affection in moderation
-- B+ blood type ;]
-- decorating
-- flickering candles
-- epiphanies
-- halloween
-- divination
dislikes:
-- werewolves
-- hinkypunks
-- scaring people
-- people who stare too long
-- confrontation
-- cruel people
-- heights
-- feeling out of control
-- losing contact with her siblings
strengths:
-- very graceful
-- physically strong
-- is good at drawing attention
-- clever
-- personable
-- understanding
-- easy to speak to
-- makes human friends easily
weaknesses:
-- afraid of werewolves
-- afraid of those bigger than her
-- can be easily persuaded
-- needs looking after
-- can be clingy in times of need
-- the jealous type.
-- can't always trust herself around human blood
quirks:
-- graceful way of walking
-- talks quite a bit
-- perfectionist
-- clever ways of viewing things
-- quietly understands most things foreign to her
love potion:
-- blood
-- blood
-- a certain human's blood.
patronus: one of those chinese fighting fish. -- small, pretty and elegant, but super deadly.
boggart: werewolves.
dementor: I was at a birthday party. I remember this really well.. it'll always be with me. It was a birthday party for a friend I had recently made -- a human friend, mind you. She was blowing out the candles of her cake, when her dog ran towards her after a ball, tripped her, and caused her to fall. I saw the gash on her arm before I could smell it. In that moment I knew I had to leave, I knew I coudln't be near her. She didn't know my secret -- no one knew my secret. This girl, the one that I had called my friend.. I killed her. She requested that I go with her to clean up the wound, and before I could tell her no, we were heading towards the house. Once inside, we stepped inside the bathroom. I was going wild, my soul focus was on her bleeding arm. She asked me to hand her a bandage, and instead, I jumped on her, breaking her neck and her back as I slammed her against the wall. I remember distinctly what it was like to taste my first taste of human blood. To let the side of myself that I hoped no one of my human friends had to see, come out. I killed that girl that day because she caugt me off guard with giving me something I knew I wouldn't be able to resist when the time came. I left immediately, escaping out the window. I remember reading about it in the newspaper.. they'd thought she'd committed suicide. I couldn't be around humans after that.. I stayed at home for a very long time, hoping that I'd never have to relive that experience again. I've only killed two people since her. They were both on their death beds, easy targets.. and I couldn't refuse. I'm sorry I did it, and it's become a haunting image to me.
personality: "those who know me, know that i'm probably the baby of the family. Even if I do have siblings younger than myself, my height and demeanor only make me appear younger than I really am. But I don't act like a spoiled child -- people merely assume that I cannot take care of myself, and that I need constant attention to keep me happy. FYI people: I could do fine on my own! Sure, I could. I really could. Or.. actually no, I probably couldn't. That's the thing. I have a little issue with denial. I know that I'm capable of looking after myself.. most of the time, but I never feel very comfortable if I don't have someone I know and love around me. You'd think spending 5+ decades on this earth would give me enough time to develop some sense of a solo lifestyle. But I really can't stand to be a lone. I supose it's good to get away from people/vampires every once and a while. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like at least a moment alone to myself. But I get easily upset, or worried if those I care for aren't accounted for. If I don't know where they are, or if they're okay, I start to worry.
love is a big thing for me. I think that when two people really really love eachother, nothing can touch them. That might sound a little naive, but maybe I am a little naive. So what? Isn't everyone just a little naive? Isn't everyone just a little unsure of what they're doing -- of who they are? It would be a very large lie for anyone to say they know exactly who they are and where they're going. I'm not going to come up and admit that I know exactly who I am, even after I've lived for a long time. I'm still a kid, still a young woman. I appreciate a little patience now and then, but I also appreciate a little insight whenever I can get it. I think fighting is a stupid waste of time. Wouldn't everything be just that much easier if we could co-exist peacefully without feeling resentment towards others? I mean it probably would, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. I guess by distancing myself from things like the MI, or from fights at school, it's my little way of making flower crowns and waving peace flags.
I'm a vampire. It's natural to want to kill people, to want to drain them completely of all their blood. To take their power for myself. I've never been that outfront and selfish before.. but it's something everyone like my craves. We all want power, we all want to be stronger blahblah. I just want to live.. while I have the chance. Immortality.. sure.. what would you say is to live forever? To exist forever, or to live forever? To do something with your life that means something! Fall in love with someone! Make it worth while. I haven't found someone to love completely like that yet. I'm worried that with the way the world continues to change that I might neve find someone to spend the rest of my life with. I'm worried that when I do find that person, they might be completely wrong for me, and I'll be to blinded to see it. I'm good about reading people.. I can usually tell when things are going to go amiss, but.. I have trouble when it concerns affection or love. I like to be loved, I like to be taken care of. But I guess, when it concerns giving my cold dead heart away for good .. I just want to take care of myself, and find the right person."
[ take a look back in time
parents: Amarillo Leostat
siblings:
[»] --- leostat [seventh, eighteen, hufflepuff]
[»] --- leostat [seventh, eighteen, hufflepuff]
[»] --- leostat [sixth, sixteen, gryffindor]
[»] --- leostat [sixth, sixteen, ravenclaw]
[»] --- leostat [fifth, fifteen, ravenclaw]
history: "I have absolutely no recollection of when I was a human. It's odd to me. that I've forgotten something so important. But I simply don't remember my birthy parents, or if I had any siblings. Amarillo says that sometimes that can happen -- that sometimes when you're changed, you don't remember anythinga bout your past. Actually, the only thing that I could remember, was my name: Olive. It might have been something else, now that I think about it. It might have been something longer, and a lot more elegant. But seeing as I can't remember, the best I could come up with was Olive. I'm very old.. born a hundred + years ago. Or, at least that's what i've been told. I was on my own for a little while. I found Amarillo and he agreed to take me in with the rest of his coven. It's a large group, but I fit in immediately. We're an alliance, but we're also a family. I've never once doubted that the people I love and live with are my family. I would be so lost without their guidance and affection.
Our family has managed to stay out of the MI, and for that I'm very grateful. I hate fighting.. and all it entails. I hate when allies are split up over a fight. I hate fights that are driven by hate that seems to be forgotten. I know being a vampire I should be eager to fight, and frightening. But let's face the facts. I'm 5'0" tall, and very fragile looking. I'm not some war mongering... super vampire warrior.. man. I like peace. I like quiet. But I love to have people around me too. I don't know what I would do if I loved someone who left to fight in a war, or for something else. I'm not sure how human's do it. Becoming aurors.. facing daily dangers. I would be so afraid that whomever I let go out there to fight .. would never come back to me. I don't think I would ever let someone I loved leave me like that. I'm exceptionally protective of my family, and I hate to see them in any kind of danger. I know not all of us are as in control of our actions, and even I'm a little guilty of cheating every once and a while -- but we are a family. A coven. We're allies, and we're in it for the long haul.
romance has always been a hard thing to deal with. I know we're supposed to have one person out there in the world.. one person you could never live without. I just haven't found him yet. Which is kind of dissapointing. Sometimes, well i've only seen it happen once, but sometimes, someone will come to the door of your own house, claiming that you're their one. You're the one they've been waiting for their entire lives. Some people think that's a little stupid, or maybe crazy, but I think it's amazing. Imagine, just one day, the doorbell rings, and you go to answer, and the one person you know is right for you above all others is standing there, confessing that they've seen you at the supermarket yesterday and just knew. It's a vampire thing... so I've never seen it happen between humans, or vampires and humans or anything like that. But wouldn't that be wild? If you fell for a human like that? Wow.. that would be so hard.. but I guess it'd be pretty romantic. I dunno.. maybe I'm just rambling. But my past experiences with boyfriends and whatnot -- before our coven was known to be vampires, was pretty odd. I've never had a boyfriend that I haven't wanted to kill.. or something scary. I don't think dating a vampire would be a good idea, solely based upon the fact that if we aren't meant to be together, what's the point of even trying. Vampires are in it for the long haul, let me tell you. You want a hook up? Better find a stupid human or something, because if you admit to a vampire that you're interested in them, and they don't care about you in the slightest, you're just going to get the cold shoulder... literally.
This is only my second time at Hogwarts. About fifty years ago I remember transferring in to 5th year, and just staying for the next two years. We managed to tell the headmaster that I'd been attending a school in America, which was quite a lie, but Amarillo had stepped up to teach us (his kids) what we needed to know according to our ages. I did fine in school -- in fact school work was a breeze for me. I learn very quickly and usually apply what I learn almost immediately. I did rather well in my classes, but overall my first experiences at Hogwarts were a bit dull. I guess Vampires do look a little different from humans. I mean we are a little pale, considering we don't have any blood left. And I know being changed alters the way you look. (If only mine had made me a little taller..) But I hadn't imagined people would just stare like that! They just stare as you walk by. I got frustrated and was happy to graduate. When Amarillo suggested going back to Hogwarts for another two years, I thought it over and I guess it was a good idea. I needed the review for the real world out there.. Though magic isn't necessarily first in my book, it's handy when I'm too exhausted to run down food.
[ the rest of the rest
member title: { silver lining
pets?: nonee. you buy her a kitty and see what happens to it.
anything else about your character we should know?: vampire flower child.
other: silver lining -- rilo kiley
roleplay sample:
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| Ever since the previous night, Marie had been filled with a kind of anxiousness that surprised her a great deal. Never in her short life had she experienced something as.... thrilling as meeting someone that gave her such a feeling. It was odd to her that all her life she had been cooped up, kept away from such a thing. She silently knew that her mother would have been all too happy to learn each and every outstanding detail about Elijah Brooks. Marie's father.. not as eagerly, but he was an even tempered individual, who would lend an ear to his daughter's happiness every once and a while. She had awoken this morning with such nerves, that at breakfast, hunger had nearly escaped her. Marie seemed unable to sit still, continually getting up and pacing by the window, waiting, and planning. How could she get away from Bertha.. let alone get out of the house un-noticed? Was such a thing even possible? She'd only just touched her toast when her father came into the room, looking well rested, and rather pleasant. Marie greeted him with a smile she knew barely hid her restlessness. "Good morning, father." She said politely, but pleasantly, pushing her plate away from herself and backing her chair out from the table. "Good morning Pidgeon!" Her father greeted with a pleasant chuckle. Marie smiled more warmly and headed to the window in front of the dining table. "Good day for a walk.. wouldn't you agree?" She asked as though there were no hint if mischief flurrying around in her brain. Her father looked to her, surely surprised that his daughter, who rarely got out of the house, seemed so fascinated with the world at present. Marie turned her head slightly over her shoulder, giving her father what she hoped was a soft, hopeful look. He glanced up from the paper that had just been handed to him, and took a deep breath, as though he were deciding something very important. "I do suppose so, yes. Would you find interest in taking a walk, my dear?" The older man asked with, what Marie could only describe as quiet satsifaction from reading his daughter so well on his face. "Very much so." Marie answered after a moment's silence. "I'll send for Bertha then. Have her take you out for a while.. doesn't that sound lovely?" Marie attemped not to let him see the dissapointment in her eyes. "Bertha.. is ill, this morning, papa." Marie told him with so much false earnesty, she surprised herself with her ability to lie to her father. "Ill?" He repeated, quite astounded that the news had not reached him first. "I wasn't made aware of this. Is she going to be quite alright?" Marie felt a pang of guilt wash over her at his surprised, and worried tone. She didn't want to hurt him in this process, but she really did want to get out of the house and this seemed to be the only way. "Oh yes.. she will be fine. I expect a doctor will be by at some time today. I wonder.. with Bertha unavailable, would it be alright with you, papa -- if maybe, I could venture out on my own today?" She knew it was not acceptable. Not at all. If he said yes, surely he was out of his mind! Marie almost cringed, waiting for his response. "Good heaven's child! on your own? Don't be silly! You couldn't go out.. Surely you need some sort of... escort to.. to.. well," A chuckle passed over his lips. "My dear, it is most unwise, and very unacceptable to let one's daughter venture out by herself.. unaccompanied. If I was not such a busy man I would take you out myself. He announced proudly, rustling the paper, as he turned a page. "But one never knows just what is out in the world.. and you are far too young to be out on your own. Wouldn't you agree?" She knew better than to defy him, and Marie bit her lip in concentration. "Yes.. I suppose that seems logical." It was not hard to see how dissapointed the young redheaded teen looked at the moment. And her father sensed this, as he glanced back up at his child, standing by the window with all the grace and loveliness that her mother once possessed. He sighed, clearly beaten by her unhappiness. "Though, I cannot see why you shouldn't take Abagail with you." Mr. James proclaimed, trying to hide his smile. Marie turned. Abagail was a scullery maid. A pretty girl, but with not much knowledge. Marie knew that the yound maid had never learned to read, and Marie felt awfully sometimes. Yet, as nice a girl as she was, Abagail was a bit slow, and easy to lose. Marie's head filled with ideas as she smiled a mile wide. "Thank you papa!" A hug, and a kiss atop his head, and the young girl was off to collect her hat and ribbons. Today was not just a day out in the town.. but it was a day to wear something perhaps a little lovelier than she was used to -- something more pleasant. -------------- With Abby at her side, Marie moved swiftly, making sure to point things out to the older girl by her side. Abby had to be no older than 25, but her looks made her appear very young. Marie looked a bit older today, bits of her red hair purposely down and falling upon her shoulder. However, the majority of it was up, such as society suggested. Her dress was a soft blue in color, something very close to periwinkle. Marie felt her breath coming quickly and her nerves began to build. The Books Jewellers was just up ahead, and she could see the front of the shop from their currently position just down the road. Marie felt herself quicken her pace, and nearly pulled her escort with her. A few paces from the door, Marie turned to Abagail and looked at her with a very serious but calm expression. "Abagail... I know that I have never asked you for much of anything in the past. And what I am about to ask of you is very important to me. I met a man yesterday. And I've promised to see him again. You know as well as I do that my father would have a hard time permitting this. I am asking you.. let me have time with him. Please.. I really.. It was a promise." Marie looked down slightly, before looking back at Abby. "Ms. Marie.. I... I suppose I could permit it. But you have a limited time. Make your visit quick! I will be next door.. I'll collect you soon." Marie was filled with a sudden admiration for the girl in front of her, and gently touched her shoulder. "Thank you.. from the bottom of my heart." Marie told her earnestly, then moved back and up towards the store. Good feelings surrounded her. She reached the handle of the door, looked back at the scullerly maid moving next door, and swallowed. Her hand turned the knob, and Marie heard the tinkle of a small bell above her head. It seemed as though her head was filled with a strange perfume. It was a lovely shop, very well decorated, and stocked richly with beautiful jewels. Her heart felt light, but also had claimed a permanent spot in her throat, signifying Marie's nerves. She looked around a moment, not wanting to touch anything. Would he hear her enter? Would he come? Marie breathed in, and suddenly felt very alive. |
olive leostat - September 3, 2007 02:18 PM (GMT)
fin! .. er, all done :]