Title: VAISEY,jada
Description: cos I'd chose someone other then her >.>
Description: cos I'd chose someone other then her >.>
jada vaisey - August 28, 2007 03:05 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ jada vaisey ]
[ jada vaisey ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: kytten. meow.
age: sexteen
contact: you guyys have eet.
experience: 4 years in like... 3 weeks.
how'd you find us? PDT. duh.
[ w h o are you?
full name: jada anne vaisey
explain the names:
- Jada is a form of Jade which is a green gemstone that represents: Prosperity, Harmony and Growth
Anne is Hebrew for Gracious and Merciful (but her parents didn’t know that when they picked it.)
Vaisey is English who’s motto is: Sub hoc signo vinces. Meaning: Under this sign we shall conquer.
age/year: sixteen/sixth
house: ravenCAW.
any titles?: PREFECT. because that’d be fun <3
[ show some skin!
eye color: OCEAN BLUE BBY.
hair color: BROWN LIKE... BROWN.
skin tone: fair, and freckly.
celebrity portrayal: LEXI BLEDEL
[ let me pick your brain!
likes:
- Aiden Lestrange
smell after it rains
the ocean
a garden of flowers
cookies baking
bright colours
books
music
rich tastes
softness
animals
cooking
gardening
reading
painting
singing
dancing
clothing
shopping
Christmas
Birthdays
nature
candy
understanding
truth
passion
freedom
playing
- her father
Mr Avery
bad tasting food
scratchy feelings
burnt food
quiet
death
darkness
being alone
dark arts
pain
crying
prejudice
being unable to help
people taking offence to her honesty
being sick
eating meat
animal cruelty
poverty
a dead garden
being hot
thunderstorms
liars
hypocrites
traditions
rules
customs
fighting
- intelligent
witty
honest
original
probing
penetrating
logical
realist
inquisitive
patience
kind
- naïve
outspoken
timid
submissive
trusting
bad memory
temperamental
changing
quiet
mild tempered
caring
- bites nails
stares off into space
speaks her mind
is très naïve
seems like she’s not listening when she is
- cookies
the ocean
after it rains
musky scents
old books
boggart: bleeding to death
dementor:
- She had seen him around before. She knew his name too, and she was old enough to know what business he had at their house as well. But that didn’t mean she had to give him a chance. He didn’t deserve it. She overheard her father talking about what he did with him. People like them, they never deserved a chance. They were too far gone to be saved. None the less he was here, in the room across from her’s. She could recognize his voice in a crowd, anywhere. What she didn’t understand was why his voice was getting closer and why her father kept saying ‘She’s what you want, but let me deal with her…’ Jada frowned and shifted her legs from off the floor and under her body instinctively. She swallowed as she reached out to the table beside her and grabbed her book flipping it open. She was trying to drown out the voices, not Jada could never not hear what people were saying. That’s where she gained most of her knowledge. Overhearing things and inspecting them mentally to find their meaning…
But this time she couldn’t figure out what Mr. Avery wanted with… her. He didn’t even knock on the door before he flung it open. How classy of him. She could’ve been changing… Jada mildly wondered whether he burst into all women’s rooms like that or if she was just so privileged. But sarcasm probably wasn’t the best thing right now as she looked up at him in her bewildered fashion, eyes wide open and penetrating. As he got closer Jada didn’t move an inch. Finally he was standing right above her his eyebrow cocked as he looked down at the book in her hands. Perhaps things would’ve gone differently if she hadn’t been holding ‘Taming of the Shrew’ by Shakespeare, a muggle. But she was and there was no changing that now.
“Stand up.” Her father hissed darkly under his breathe. Customs… Traditions… It was ridiculous. But none the less she stood, dropping the book on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest as she stood.
“Miss Vaisey.” He said curtly. She tipped her chin slightly in recognition but said nothing to him. She had no reason to waste her breathe. He smirked; she could feel it bearing down on her. Why smirks? Were they all incapable of doing anything other then smirking? She’d be comforted if someone pursed their lips one day. But no, all the company she was forced to keep had one expression: a smirk.
“Your father informs me that you like to read.” He shifted his look to momentarily look at her book, his smirk darkening for a second before he looked back at her. Jada looked from the floor to her father and cocked an eyebrow. Since when did he talk about his pathetic daughter to anyone? Shaking her head slightly she looked back to Avery, this time boring into his eyes.
“Answer him!” Senior Vaisey barked. Jada shrugged,
“you could say that.” She said simply giving him no direct response. Avery’s features hardened slightly before he simply nodded.
“Well then. I have something I want you to read.” He said as he reached into his cloak. Her eyes followed his hand, assuring herself anything he was about to present her was something she had no interest in reading- ever. She formulated her response in her head before she actually saw the book. His hand came out and he thrust a copy of Theory and Methods of the Dark Arts.
“Creative title.” She remarked out loud with a bemused expression on her face, “it is a generous gift, sir… But I have no interest in ever touching that book.” She said stepping backwards intending to sit down. He was quicker though. His free hand shot out and grabbed her forearm forcing her to stay standing in front of him.
“It was not a gift, nor was it a request. You will read that book. Even if I have to use the Imperius Curse.” He was threatening her with an unforgivable? He thought that would work? How else did he think her father got her to all those parties over the years? Free will? No thanks… She had learned quickly how to throw it off, no matter how painful it was to do it. Or how long it took her, she could throw the curse off eventually.
“Anything read under the influence of the Imperius Curse would not be retained… sir.” She pressed a sweet smile on her face as she tried to pull herself from his grip, only to have him tighten it more. Before he released her. She shook her head to herself as she made to sit down, except she wasn’t expecting him to do what he did.
“CRUCIO.” The spell hit her so fast she had no time to react before she was on the ground convulsing into positions that wouldn’t be achievable by any other means then magic. She was sure her body was breaking into a thousand pieces as she screamed bloody murder. While he only held it for 5 minutes or so it felt much longer by the time he removed the curse. As much as her father hated her for being the way she was he never had used the Cruciatus curse on her. She lay on the ground whimpering in pain as Avery dropped the book centimeters from her head.
“Light reading for the train ride to Hogwarts.” He remarked before she heard the click of his heels leaving the room.
It wasn’t a minute later when her father dragged her to her feet and threw her on the couch like a rag doll.
“You fucking disobedient brat!” He yelled at her, “you the hell do you think you are?” He went on a rampage screaming obscenities at her accusing her of everything under the sun. Finally he finished. The slap echoed through the room as his hand hit her cheek and slid across her face. The family crest ring he wore hit her lip on the ride and dug in leaving a huge gash. She felt the metallic taste in her mouth as he turned and left her there on her own. Closing her eyes and steadied her breathing trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. Everything, however, was so muddled that she couldn’t think clearly so she tried to simply forget. Standing up onto shaking legs she bent over and retrieved the book from the ground. She looked over the cover for a moment before she looked away from it to the wall opposite the couch. Running her free hand over her bleeding lip, she looked at the crimson on her fore finger before she walked to the wall. She tossed the book into the flames in the fireplace watching it be consumed hungrily, the pages curling manically until there was nothing left to serve as a reminder of the day.
personality:
- Lots of people like rainbows. Children make wishes on them, artists paint them, dreamers chase them, but Jada is ahead of everybody. She lives on one. What's more, she's taken it apart and examined it, piece by piece, color by color, and she still believes in it. It isn't easy to believe in something after you know what it's really like, but Jada is essentially a realist, even though her address is tomorrow, with a wild-blue-yonder zip code.
Like the bewildered Alice, taken through the maze of Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, you'll have to be constantly prepared for the unexpected with Jada. Generally kindly and tranquil by nature, Jada nevertheless enjoys defying public opinion, and she secretly delights in shocking more conventional people with her occasional erratic conduct. This normally soft-spoken and courteous soul can suddenly short circuit you with the most amazing statements and actions at the most unpredictable times. Jada is half Albert Schweitzer and half Mickey Mouse. Her feet can be wearing sandals, boots, oxfords, or hush puppies, and she'll seldom bother to check whether they're appropriate for the occasion. She'll show up barefoot if she feels like it, and laugh at you for laughing at her. Jada often deliberately adopts weird attire to show her refusal to conform.
Jada is neither jaded nor naive, neither enthusiastic nor blasé. Continuous experimentation simply leaves her curious to penetrate the next mystery, and the next mystery could be you. That person, who seems to be either a million miles away mentally, or else dissecting you under an invisible microscope, is Jada. It can be disconcerting to discover, after all her intense, nattering curiosity, that she's just as deeply interested in the personal lives of the corner policeman, the bartender, the bellboy, the night club singer or the inmates of the funny house as she is in yours. Politics fascinate her, sports absorb her and children intrigue her. But then so do muggles, horses, automobiles, elderly people, medical discoveries, authors, astronauts, alcoholics, pianos, pinwheels and prayers-not to mention baseball and Louis Armstrong. Join the crowd and toss your ego in the wastebasket, or her coolly impersonal approach will be sure to bruise it.
Expect her to probe into your heart until you haven't a secret left, or a dream that hasn't been analyzed. But don't try to dissect her private thoughts. That's not the way the game is played with Jada. She'll keep her motives hidden, and sometimes take a perverse pleasure in deliberately confusing you. She'll usually be truthful to a fault, but remember, with Jada, telling a lie is one thing. Refraining from telling the whole story is another.
A conversation with her can be remarkable, to say the least. She has charming manners, and usually behaves in a timid, almost reserved way. Then comes one of those sudden urges, and out will pop a remark with absolutely no relation to what anyone is saying. You'll be talking about the fluctuations of the stock market, and she'll interrupt out of nowhere with: "Did you know that Woodrow Wilson, Jack Kennedy, Herbert Hoover, Harry Truman, Calvin Coolidge, Benjamin Harrison, Franklin and Theodore Roosevelt and William McKinley all have double letters in their names?" There's only one way to answer a question like that. Tell her she missed Millard Fillmore, Ulysses Grant and Thomas Jefferson. Then gently, but firmly, lead the discussion back to the stock market.
Freedom-loving, Jada can be acutely funny, perverse, original, conceited and independent, but she can also be diplomatic, gentle, sympathetic and timid. Jada will almost desperately seek the security of crowds and saturate herself with friendship. Then she’ll fall into a gloomy, morose spell of loneliness, and want to be strictly left alone. But whether she's mingling or singling, she’ll retain her sharp perception, which is at once both deeper and quicker than others. Jada is a natural rebel who instinctively feels that all old customs are wrong and that drastic alteration and revolutionary change is what the world and people need.
To this end, Jada is always analyzing situations, friends and strangers. It can be disturbing when she starts asking pointblank questions, with a bare minimum of tact, as she probes into the heart of your private feelings. When she discovers the puzzle wasn't so complex after all, she becomes bored, sometimes even upset. Nothing is more insulting than to have Jada tire of her game of microscopic examination and turn to the next interesting person, just when she's convinced you she thinks you are the most important human being on earth. It stings.
Despite her fixation on friendship, Jada doesn't have many intimates. She seeks quantity rather than quality in her associations, and she seldom settles down to a steady relationship for more than a limited period. There's too much to discover around the next comer to remain tied to one or two friendships exclusively. It does little good to make an emotional appeal to such an impersonal nature, but if you touch her heart (which is not the same thing as mere emotion), she'll usually get off her bicycle and come back to see what she might have missed.
This girl has all the faithfulness of a nun when die's in love, but she also has the detachment and lack of emotion of an insecure child. It's possible to have a happy relationship with Jada if you leave her free to pursue her myriad interests and circulate among her friends. Never try to tie her to the stove or the bedpost. Ask the man who's tried. She can suddenly decide to study ballet, meditate in the mountains or join the Peace Corps. Remember the story of the princess with the long, golden hair who lived high in a tower? That's Jada. Cutting off her flowing tresses won't change her any more than it did in the fairy tale. She dreams different dreams than you or I. She hears a distant drummer-and follows a star most of us have never seen.
She belongs to everyone, and yet to no one. Her love can be tender and inspired, but there will always be a vaguely elusive quality about it, like a half-remembered song. You can hum the melody, but the lyrics keep slipping away. Jada 's demand for freedom is insistent, but her allegiance to anyone who can accept romance within such limits is boundless.
When you set out to catch this butterfly in your net, remember that she'll never spend her unpredictable life with a man who isn't true to himself. Her own code of ethics may be as weird as anything you've ever come across, and quite different from the accepted codes of society, but she lives up to it totally. She'll understand that your rules may also be highly individual. That's fine with her, but don't compromise those rules. If you're looking for a passion flower, you've picked the wrong daisy. Passion is not her forte. She'll think physical love is pleasant enough, if it's not overemphasized. In other words, she can take it or leave it alone. Jada can respond to lovemaking with a haunting, deep intensity, but if you prefer to keep it platonic for long periods of time, that's all right, too. Jada may have an unconscious fear that desire for one person will imprison the spirit in some way, and keep her from being true to her one great love-freedom. Freedom to experiment and investigate and freedom to give time to humanity. Also freedom to pursue her rather kicky, off-beat fancies.
Jada can float through her days and nights with all the grace of a proud swan, but she may behave like a clumsy bear in romantic situations. The line between friendship and love is often all but invisible to her. Love songs about people who only have eyes for each other strike her as silly. There are so many miracles in the world for eyes to behold; it seems to her a terrible waste for two pairs of them to do nothing but gaze into each other's depths. She’ll be glad to let you take her hand and walk beside her as she looks with happy delight on the sunrise, an antique car, the milkman's horse, a yellow garbage pail, a stuffed owl or a red balloon caught in a church steeple. But don't distract her with too much togetherness. Let her wander through her wonderland alone when she chooses, and she'll never question your pinochle games with the boys.
Other minds may progress in fairly logical steps, but hers rig into tomorrow and then zag back into today with no more sense of direction than a flash of lightning. Now and then she'll toss off an unexpectedly poignant phrase. You'll ask her what she thinks of space travel and she'll answer, "When I was a little girl, I thought the stars were holes in the floor of heaven where the light shone through." If she's in a different mood, you'll say that melted snowmen make you sad, and she’ll counter with: "A melted snowman is just a pile of slush, Charlie." First misty- then practical. First timid- then rowdy. Jada will rudely ridicule flying saucers, and then tell you a story about a polka-dotted elf on a windowsill. Never talk down to her. She'll resent not being considered your equal, and an unsympathetic attitude will cause her to retreat and become unapproachable.
Because her nature is so impersonal, expressions of deep feeling won't come easily. Except for those sudden remarks that sound likes a combination of Robert Frost and Yogi Berra, she has few words with which to express her love, and her pattern of physical passion is woven closely with threads connected to the mind and soul. Although her unique outlook leads her into peculiar attachments, once she finds the right mate her marriage is usually the model of happiness.
A peculiar sort of isolation hangs over Jada, and she's often misunderstood by mankind. That's because mankind hasn't yet caught up with her Utopia. Since Jada lives in the future, coming back only briefly to the present, she can seem just plain pixilated to more mundane souls. She senses this, and it deepens her sense of isolation. But just because others can't keep up with her is no reason in her opinion to go backwards. So she wanders among her lonely clouds, while we mere mortals wonder what she's doing way out there. The world must learn that "As Jada thinks, so will the world think in fifty years." That may be true, but it certainly doesn't narrow the gap between Jada and the rest of us today.
There's a fine line, they say, between genius and insanity, and Jada can sometimes make you wonder which side of the line she’s on. A great deal of the confusion is due to man's tendency to belittle her prophets. The familiar quotes that "they laughed at Fulton and her steamboat," "they thought Edison was mentally retarded," and "they wanted to lock up Louis Pasteur," are examples of the attitude of the materialistic world toward those whose senses are tuned to higher spheres of thought.
Jada is a curious mixture of cold, practicality and eccentric instability, and she seems to have an instinctive empathy with the mentally disturbed. It's a curious fact that Jada can substantially reduce the anxiety of the insane simply by talking to them quietly. She has a marvelous knack for calming hysterical people and soothing frightened children. Is it because of her own thinly-covered, highly acute nervous system that she has such deep understanding? Another reason why Jada is often met with hostile criticism is that she’s so full of surprises. She can lead you west, then suddenly turn and march east, without warning. Jada has an obstinate way of not letting you know what she's up to.
Jada’s outlook is so broad that you’ll seldom find she is prejudice. If, however, she is, she'll be deeply shocked when her prejudice is pointed out. The brotherhood instinct is so strong in her that when Jada is guilty of being intolerant, she's not only unaware of it, she hates the label. Ordinarily, everyone is her brother or sister. She'll wander through affluent society and the slums alike with her symbolic jar, gathering the waters of knowledge and pouring them out again, except for those occasional lapses into hibernation. But her hiding put periods seldom last long, and before you get a chance to miss her Jada is back gregariously making the rounds again. Don't try to interrupt her solitude. When she wants to be alone, she wants to be alone, but she hasn't retired from the mainstream permanently, even if she does take a sudden notion to get an unlisted phone number. Her address hasn't changed, and neither has she. She can never renounce people for long. Ignore her and she'll soon be walking around town on those home-made stilts, as alert and inquisitive as ever.
Ordinarily, it's difficult to get Jada to make a precise appointment. She'd rather keep it loose, because she doesn't like to be pinned down to specific duties or obligations at specific times. She prefers a casual "see you around-maybe sometime Tuesday" to a definite hour for a meeting. (And she sometimes means the second Tuesday of next week.) However, I will say that once you've succeeded in nailing her and she gives you her word she'll meet you at a particular hour she will be there on the dot. You can count on it, even set your watch by her punctuality, and you'd better not be late yourself. She’ll show up dependably, unless she's been kidnapped on the way (which, being Jada, she could be. Anything can happen to this girl at any time. I mean anything).
You can expect her to give her opinion frankly, but she won't try to dictate how you should think or how you should live your life. Conversely, she doesn't intend to let you tell her how she should think or live hers. Each person dances to their own fiddle music, and individuality should be respected. In exaggerated fashion, she is simply reflecting her own ideals: equality-brotherhood-love for all- live and let live- seek the truth- experiment- and retire to meditate.
You'll rarely find Jada fighting fiercely for a cause. She lives the code, and feels that's enough. Let everyone else grab the sword and battle gloriously to free the downtrodden. Jada is too busy figuring out the reason for the revolution, listening to people's troubles and sharing sympathetic understanding. Jada believes in violent change, but she leaves the violence to others. She's not a moral or a physical coward. She just isn't geared for battle. When a fight catches her unaware, she may strike out blindly in confusion, or she may simply agree, to end the argument. Her reaction is unpredictable, but one thing is certain. The next day, her opinion will be as fixed as it was before. Anyone skilled in debate can usually get the best of her, since her attention can so easily wander to the abstract in a battle of wits. Jada fights best with her hat. She puts it on and leaves. Her truth-respecting mind, however, won't budge an inch when she has a firm conviction, despite her distaste for unpleasant confrontations. All the shouting and emotional pressure in the world won't keep her from determinedly going her own way with her independent ideas, while the fireworks explode all around her.
Trusting people doesn't come naturally to Jada until after she's scrutinized your motives, even your soul, if possible. It's easy to grow restive under her intent analysis of your every word and gesture. You get the feeling it's all being filed away in that penetrating mind for future reference, and it is. She may seem to be in a dreamy fog now and then, but don't you believe it. She can probably tell you how many eyelashes you have. Never expect Jada to take you at face value. Her innate courtesy will never keep her from shining the spotlight on you from head to toe. She wants to know what's behind that face, and she'll ask some mighty embarrassing questions to find out. But it's comforting to know that once you're accepted she’ll be loyal and her friendship will be unshaken by malicious gossip. If you're her real friend, she won't believe the nasty whispers of your enemies, although she’ll undoubtedly listen to them out of sheer curiosity. Rest assured, however, that she'll make up her own mind in the final analysis.
Jada doesn't have the best memory in the world, but then she really don't need to memorize much, since she seem to pick up knowledge out of thin air, with some kind of invisible antennae. Why should she clutter their minds with information she may never need, when she can reach out by osmosis and grasp just about anything she want? She’s likely to come home from the store without the most important item on the grocery list, because she can't be bothered with remembering what is, to her, non-essential. Jada is the embodiment of the legendary absent-minded professor.
Her power of concentration can be awesome. Yet, she’s also able to pick up things going on around and behind her when she choose, like a radar screen. She can carry on a complicated discussion and still not miss an inflection of what's happening in the other part of the room, if she decides to tune in. Sometimes you could swear Jada paid no attention to anything you said, but the next day she'll repeat it back to you like a tape recorder. Never underestimate Jada’s process of soaking up knowledge while she seem to be oblivious, even though now and then she get lost in concentration.
What Jada thinks is always a clue to tomorrow. The uncanny ability to plunge into the unknown and absorb mystical secrets without half trying leads to a peculiar sort of intuition which gives her a high degree of psychic precognition. Jada has a unique kind of sensitivity that lets her know your inner desires. Without talk, she understands a need buried so deep that you're almost unaware of it yourself. Using that magical osmosis, Jada can transmit her own thoughts with an unseen charge of electrical current. Even when her back is turned, she can project strong feelings by this strange process. During a long silence on the telephone, she may be sending and receiving vibrations when you think she's fallen asleep.
Yet, there's nothing superstitious about their thinking. A true scientist even if she's a mechanic or a musician, Jada won't jump to a conclusion until it's passed the test of her keen mind. However, once she forms an opinion, it remains firmly fixed in her brain, and I do mean firmly. As strongly as she loves change in society and government, she won't change her own idea one iota for anybody. She's completely open-minded about world progress, but her mind clamps shut when it involves her personal behavior, which can be unexpectedly conservative. You can see that her liberalism has its boundaries.
Jada despises lying and cheating, and she avoid borrowing and lending. She’ll give you money as a gift, but don't ask her for a loan. All this love of honesty, however, can sometimes be distorted into questionable behavior. As much as she hates hypocrisy and double-dealing, Jada can somehow answer questions so cleverly that she gives a false impression. Yet she’ll be outspokenly indignant if she catches anyone else guilty of such a delicate nuance of deception. She'll seldom tell an outright lie, but she can fool you in very subtle ways, which is hardly the essence of the honesty she so constantly preaches. Her unrelenting search for truth and the desire to hide her own motives are incompatible traits, and Jada must eventually face this inconsistency if she's going to learn the real truth about herself.
Her lack of suspicion under normal circumstances is a special bonus. A traveling salesman should find her dream girl in Jada. If she actually catches you being unfaithful, it will cause a deep wound to her sensitive nature. You'll know it the minute you look into those strange, dreamy eyes. But she won't suspect you without cause, and she'll rarely doubt your word. Jada will never check up on you after you leave, phone you at the office, inspect your handkerchiefs for lipstick stains or look for brown hairs caught in your cuff link. Deception will have to be brought forcibly to her attention; she won't go out looking for it. Before you give her too much credit, consider that her lack of passionate jealousy is due to something more than strength of character.
First of all, she probably dissected your psyche under a microscope before she gave you a second glance. Besides, she has so many outside interests and so many people who turn her on to talk with, there's not much time for her to worry about what you're doing when you're out of sight. Out of sight can often mean out of mind for Jada. Absence seldom makes her heart grow fonder. Occasionally, Jada will suffer a promiscuous or flirtatious mate, because there's something she needs which she can find only with her, so she looks the other way. On the other hand, if she doesn't really need you, that moral strength will work in reverse at the first actual proof of infidelity. She’ll simply walk away. Don't try to kindle the embers, hers are stone cold dead. Of course, you can still be friends. Why not?
Jada gets credit for being idealists, perhaps too much credit, for true idealism consists of blind faith and optimism, and Jada is too shrewd to fool herself with lost causes for long. She knows that most dreams are illusions, like the rainbow she has examined so closely and still loves. Tradition and authority leave her unimpressed. She'll politely respect them, but they won't stop her compulsive drive to uncover fallacies, distortions and illogical assumptions.
Her mind and body must both be as free as the wind. To try to pin down Jada is to try to stabilize the butterfly, to stuff a spring breeze into a closet or confine a winter gale in a bottle. It can't be done, and besides, who in the world would want to try? Though she's so far ahead of her time that you have trouble catching her viewpoint immediately, it's still worthwhile to make the attempt. You'll always come away a little wiser, if a little bewildered. Her astrological flower is the daffodil-and now you know the derivation of the word "daffy."
The quickest ways to lose her are to show jealousy, possessiveness or prejudice; to be critical, stuffy or ultra-conservative. You'll also have to like her friends, who will come in odd, assorted sizes and shapes.
She's susceptible to sudden flashes of inspiration, and her intuition is remarkable. Her judgment may not seem sound or practical at first, because she sees months and years ahead. Jada lives in tomorrow, and you can only visit there through her. What she says will come true, perhaps after many delays and troubles, but it will come true. Her soul is constantly torn asunder, the unpredictable and violent change of planetary alignment, allows her to see ahead with electric blue clarity to the future. Jada belongs to mankind. She represents its truest hopes and its deepest ideals. The magnetic majesty of eight bolts of brilliant lightning reflected in Jada can split open her secrets for those who seek to know her- but only for an instant can you see into her lonely heart, long ago infused with ancient wisdom- unless you too live in tomorrow.
I suppose, after all, that's the most special thing about Jada. She's a little bit magic.
[ take a look back in time
parents: eugene and fabia vaisey
siblings: an older brother.
history:
- Eugene Vaisey never asked for a daughter. He never wanted one; it was as simple as that. So when Jada Anne Vaisey was born, thrilled was one thing Eugene wasn’t. Growing up was easy for Jada, Eugene ignored her. To him she didn’t exist, even if he had to take her along with him to parties and such, much to her dismay. Jada never understood why he disliked her being a girl. There was nothing wrong with her gender. But despite being able to read books and understand complicated language, her four year old mind couldn’t figure out that women were weakest of the sexes. His uncaring manner about her boosted her curiosity and fuelled her dislike for her father.
As she grew older the more reserved she became around her parents. Her personality had been slowly developing since she could talk and she knew in her heart she was totally different then the rest of her family. Not to mention the crowd they ran around with. All the parties her father forced her too, she knew she wasn’t like the rest of them. If she was she probably wouldn’t have wandered off alone as much as she had. One day, when she was six years old, she wandered too far away from the crowd to find herself in a corridor with a door at the end. She could hear voices, muffled due to the wood, but clear to her none the less. Someone was begging, the way a child would when they wanted something badly… Except this person was begging for their life. Curiosity, once more, getting the better of her had her perched behind the door listening hastily to the words behind the wall.
She didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer as someone opened to leave. When she fell on her bottom in front of them sufficient to say her father was shocked to see her there. As a cruel smirk appeared on his face she didn’t understand further.
“What are you doing?” She asked in a quiet voice looking from her dad to the person on the floor convulsing in pain. The smirk grew bigger on his face if that was at all possible.
“Teaching a bloodtraitor a lesson…” Confusion was etched in every crease, wrinkle and line on the young girl’s face.
“Why?” She said quietly.
“Because anyone other then pure is not worthy.”
“…I don’t think so.” Never before had anyone seen Eugene Vaisey move as fast as he did. In one swift motion he had Jada in his arms and took her away back to the manor where she was punished. He thought it would help her learn to hold her tongue about what she thought. How wrong he was…
As she got older the more she saw of the world, or at least how she was ‘supposed’ to see of the world. Things she didn’t believe in. So her father forced her to be a ‘perfect daughter’ before releasing her and letting her go back to room. When Jada got her letter to Hogwarts she saw this as an escape. Finally she would be able be free from all this pureblood supremacy. Though Jada never realized going to Hogwarts would make everything all the more difficult for her. As she shifted in the lineup behind all the other first years, she swallowed and looked around her eyes falling on her brother sitting at the Slytherin table surrounded by all his friends. He was staring back at her, and she knew what he was thinking. ‘Better hope it’s Slytherin or you’re a bigger fuck-up then Dad thinks you are.’ Except in eleven year old terms. She bit her lip and her eyes moved again looking at all the people surrounding him. Sons of the prestigious men that her father took company with all the time. They all had the same look to them, a look she didn’t have. “Vaisey, Jada.” Now was her moment. She walked over to the stool and as she sat she took one more look at the Slytherin table where her brother was. Her eyes falling on the brunette by his side, unknowing he was the boy who was going to rearrange every brick she had laid in her wall.
“Anything but Slytherin… Anything but Slytherin…” She repeated it like a mantra until the hat responded, “RAVENCLAW!” Right in her ear. She was pretty sure everyone saw the sigh of relief that left her body as she stood triumphantly and marched with her head high over to the Ravenclaw table. She had to suppress the urge to stick her tongue out at her brother before she sat down to a bunch of backslaps and hello’s. As the years progressed further still things continued to change. Everyone close to her knew where she stood with her alliances. She was neutral and caring. It didn’t matter if both your parents were muggles or if they were pure. She gave you a chance no matter what. The purebloods tried to give her a chance, there was many an occasion when she’d come across her brother and gang in the hallways tormenting someone innocent.
“Just curse her. She’s a mudblood.” Jada stared at her brother blankly for a moment before she walked past him and grabbed the girl’s forearm helping her to her feet.
“And should she curse you because you’re a pureblood?” She asked cocking an eyebrow. “Grow up, blood isn’t everything.” Jada turned and walked away sending up a protection shield, just in case. After that display in front of the princes of Slytherin Jada just became a target. So she stuck to the library where they wouldn’t go. Or at least, most of them wouldn’t go. But she didn’t know it at the time. Nor did she know just how much of a target she became. So she carried on her life, like nothing was wrong in the world, just being Jada.
It was the summer after her fifth year, before her sixth year, when Avery came to her bedroom. She wouldn’t have known at the time what he wanted with her, and her non existent involvement in the Dark Arts. So she never let it bother her as she returned to Hogwarts once more as if nothing had happened. Jada had always seen the world through a rose coloured glass. No one ever tried to step outside their boundaries and see things the way she did. No one was brave enough. More often then not it was Jada out stepping the boundaries for others. Like Aiden Lestrange. How funny that she should try and befriend a boy she had seen hanging around with her brother all the time. But something about him was alluring, so she tried. Judge not, was her motto. So she didn’t, not that day when she approached him. Good thing too, else she wouldn’t have continued to break her barriers. First kisses weren’t supposed to go the way hers did. That much Jada knew. But she didn’t regret it, not when he walked away. Jada never regretted telling the truth, and at that moment that was the most truthful thing she could say. Whole lot of good that was about to do for her…
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member title: ``eyes wide S H U T
pets?: A KITTY. NAMED FROO FROO. jokes. ummm she does have a cat. named... Aslan (bwahah.)
anything else about your character we should know?: umm jadan = vintumn.
other: ni. unless you want me to read the rules, which I won't.
roleplay sample:
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| "srsly? OMG. PDT is high without me D: you guys suck." she said as she walked off crying. |
aiden lestrange - August 29, 2007 02:44 AM (GMT)
ACCEPTED.
DUH. LIKE I WOULDN'T ACCEPTED KYTTEN.
oh, and, that cat has a fantastic name. pain in the ass. =D
DUH. LIKE I WOULDN'T ACCEPTED KYTTEN.
oh, and, that cat has a fantastic name. pain in the ass. =D