Post by Holly-May Kingston on Aug 21, 2008 0:05:04 GMT -5
Holly-May Arinna Kingston
This application is DONE.
This application is DONE.
• Character's full name: Holly-May Arinna Kingston
• Age: 20
• Birthday: June 2nd
• Blood Status: pureblood
• Former House: ravenclaw
` this wizardry stuff ,
• Wand:
• Job: unspeakable
• Alliance: order supporter
• Why is your character fit for this alliance? i was raised that what you do in your life is more important then any kind of blood status
• Boggart: spiders
` some psychoanalysis ,
• Likes:
chocolate
gardening
pink
redecorating houses
baking
bubbles
rainy days
books
drawing
writing
late night laugh sessions
being with friends
boys
jelly beans
make up
shoes
mysteries
learning
tea
• Dislikes:
rudeness
wine
sports
BO
dirty people
crudeness
pumpkin juice
spiders
unintelligent conversations
slackers
any form of evil
• Your goals, and why: to become an important witch as far as educating young children and improving the magical community.
• Personality:
Holly is light hearted and bubbly. She shines bright and loves to be social. She is very kind hearted and sincere and is always looking to learn something new. She takes pride in education and is probably the biggest girly girl you will ever meet. She loves to take care of people and lives her heart on her sleeve. She's not afraid to be herself and what people think. She stands proud in her views and what she believes in so much that she will die fighting to protect them. She is always creating things whether its jewelry or a painting. She's very creative and artistic and redecorates her room every few months.
Even though she is very likable Holly is somewhat naive and innocent. She hasn't experienced much hardship beyond what the average teenage girl goes through with boys and friends. The fact that she is easily manipulated is a downfall to her personality. She tries to see the good in people and doesn't understand how someone could be so cruel. Holly is also very much a proper lady. She's still a virgin and holds that high above her head. She respects graceful and elegant behavior and was actually in a club for proper ladies. Even though in almost all senses Holly-May is a prude the fact that she does everything with a sincere heart, makes it hard to not love her.
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• Play By: hayden panettiere
` beauty is skin deep ,
• Height: 5'2
• Weight: 115
• Eyes: green-blue
• Hair: blonde
• Face && Complexion:
• Build: petite
• Prized Possessions: her mothers old wedding ring && jewelry box
` more indepth ,
• History:
Holly-May was born to Oliver Kingston and Sabrina Troy in their last year at Hogwarts. Even though her parents still had a secret burning passion for each other, their life didn't turn out the way they planned. Oliver moved into Sabrina and Kingston's home to help take care of the family after Holly was born. A year later though Sabrina and Oliver went their separate ways, with him staying over for birthdays and holidays. Even though her mother loved her she had a hard time taking care of two kids even if Oliver was behind her one hundred percent. With her constant drinking and a need to be taken care of herself, Oliver took Holly off her hands and raised her on his own. Her mother stopped by for Christmas dinners and Birthdays, && even though it was her father that took care of her, took care of all of her spendings.
Hogwarts was some what hard for Holly who was expected to be the next well Sabrina. Her intelligence and grades were met the standards put upon her by her mothers legacy but her social life wasn't as up to par. She was sorted into Ravenclaw and was happy to be apart of the new Troy family tradition that fell off the track from its usual Slytherin. Holly spent most of her time sticking to her books. She had plenty of friends, but only those who were equally as talented and on the same track as her. She worked hard winning countless educational awards and scoring perfect marks on her O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. Going to school with her brother was a strange experience. She knew him and was bounded to him for life but at the same time Kingston was a total stranger. Unlike her, he was the spitting image of her mother and that was the only way Holly got to know her.
Harlow left Hogwarts with an outstanding education and tons of awards. She also left with a mission. Being in her mothers shadow all the time aggravated Holly and she was determined to break free of it and leave her own legend behind. She thought that what her mother and eventually brother did was useless and wanted to do something important. She went on to work in the Ministry of Magic and is now one of their top unspeakables. She wants to make a difference and is currently working on her first book and the credentials she'll need to be come Minister Of Magic one day.
• Roleplay Sample:
Sabrina didn’t even need to look up when she heard footsteps on the matted grass and the familiar voice. She slightly smiled to herself as he wiped a tear away. She paused for a moment without saying a word or acknowledging his touch. She finally looked up at his dim but mystery filled brown eyes. She gave a slight white smile and shook her head. “I’m not crying” She gave an even wider child like smile. “Just memories that’s all.” She thought for a moment, “hmm it was a…memory tear” Sabrina was mainly known for making up stupid saying to everything and terms. Like Eye flirting or expression talk. She also said a lot more crazy things that always put her in the stereotype of well point blank just blonde.
She held her fag by her side as she felt his arms around her. She finally made a little contact by kissing his cheek. “I’m ok I swear” She took another small puff of her fag and released it off to the side so it didn’t hit his face. “Yea its been I while I guess…”She touched her nose to his. “Just don’t stay away too long next time.” She rubbed her nose against his softly and smiled as she lightly pecked him on the lips. She looked into his eyes and watched him looking back. She wondered what his thoughts were and realized that if she wanted she could just look herself, but she had gotten older and bothered with it less and less. She gave a warm smile then put her face next to his so they were cheek to cheek…sort of.
She felt her brothers grave against her body and the memories that had slipped away when Laf appeared had came back to her mind. This time she thought of the first time he took her too a carnival in muggle France. She remembered that it was La fête de la musique festival that celebrated music. All her and her brother did was dance in the streets where the muggles randomly played their instruments and drank and conversed with one another. She also remembered her first rollercoaster ride, piece of cotton candy and others. She was about ten and her brother was thirteen. She didn’t understand why the French did it but after that her and her brother went every June after that.
“Hey have you ever been to a Carnival before?”
Sabrina smiled. “Well how do you know I will ever think of getting rid of you.” Her eyelids fell heavy as she took away his body. She studied him as he thought. She could feel him lost in a memory. Something that seemed to have pleased him. She slightly laughed to herself as she looked down and let him wonder in a train of thought. Some how she found it amusing how that whatever pleased Lafayette was either strange or sexual. She looked up at him it seemed only yesterday every time she was with him she couldn’t look him straight in the face but look just past it, and when she did she would drown with emotions of hurt, love, and just a lot of pain in general. But now it was different. Every time her eyes even just reached the corner of his lips she couldn’t help but put a smile across her face. She doesn’t see the pain anymore…just the love.
Soon the thought crossed her head as she watched him more. Not in a million years or to be reasonable not even when she was little would she have thought of her being with a person like Laf. Not that there was anything wrong with him but she was used to a different kind of guy. When she was a young girl and still played with Barbies, Sabrina always dreamt of who her husband would be what he would look like. She always thought that they would play side by side together on the quidditch field. That he would be tall, slightly tan, and athletic. She always wanted him to have dark hair and bright blue eyes like hers. They would get married under the sunset on a beach in a different country like Brazil. Sad part was…she actually had that. It was hard for Sabrina to grasp that once in her life what she dreamt had come true. Her wedding had been planed the way she wanted it, and her guy was the one of her dreams. But in the end, what she thought would be right for her in the end wasn’t at all. Lafayette wasn’t Danny he was built but pale and a bit skinny. Not to mention he was completely opposite from her. She always looked at the glass half full and he always saw it as almost empty. But still because they were so different from each other that it seemed almost like they needed each other to be complete in life. The type that she thought she wanted or even needed wasn’t what was best at all. He was perfect in every way to her, and he was all she seemed to need.
She snapped out of her thought as she heard a voice echo in her head. “Oh just because….”She slightly blushed and looked down at her fag that was going out in the grass “Hey I was smoking that.” But with a little pause she let it go. She thought back to the carnival and again smiled to herself. She hated her brother for leaving she would never be able to look at amusement parks or anything like that the same way. It was like there thing. They way they stuck together. The escape they had when her father got drunk and was angry. She sighed and picked up the lit fag on Stephens grave and put it out. She took the box of them out of her pocket and put down next to the stone. “We should go to one…tomorrow”
She held her fag by her side as she felt his arms around her. She finally made a little contact by kissing his cheek. “I’m ok I swear” She took another small puff of her fag and released it off to the side so it didn’t hit his face. “Yea its been I while I guess…”She touched her nose to his. “Just don’t stay away too long next time.” She rubbed her nose against his softly and smiled as she lightly pecked him on the lips. She looked into his eyes and watched him looking back. She wondered what his thoughts were and realized that if she wanted she could just look herself, but she had gotten older and bothered with it less and less. She gave a warm smile then put her face next to his so they were cheek to cheek…sort of.
She felt her brothers grave against her body and the memories that had slipped away when Laf appeared had came back to her mind. This time she thought of the first time he took her too a carnival in muggle France. She remembered that it was La fête de la musique festival that celebrated music. All her and her brother did was dance in the streets where the muggles randomly played their instruments and drank and conversed with one another. She also remembered her first rollercoaster ride, piece of cotton candy and others. She was about ten and her brother was thirteen. She didn’t understand why the French did it but after that her and her brother went every June after that.
“Hey have you ever been to a Carnival before?”
Sabrina smiled. “Well how do you know I will ever think of getting rid of you.” Her eyelids fell heavy as she took away his body. She studied him as he thought. She could feel him lost in a memory. Something that seemed to have pleased him. She slightly laughed to herself as she looked down and let him wonder in a train of thought. Some how she found it amusing how that whatever pleased Lafayette was either strange or sexual. She looked up at him it seemed only yesterday every time she was with him she couldn’t look him straight in the face but look just past it, and when she did she would drown with emotions of hurt, love, and just a lot of pain in general. But now it was different. Every time her eyes even just reached the corner of his lips she couldn’t help but put a smile across her face. She doesn’t see the pain anymore…just the love.
Soon the thought crossed her head as she watched him more. Not in a million years or to be reasonable not even when she was little would she have thought of her being with a person like Laf. Not that there was anything wrong with him but she was used to a different kind of guy. When she was a young girl and still played with Barbies, Sabrina always dreamt of who her husband would be what he would look like. She always thought that they would play side by side together on the quidditch field. That he would be tall, slightly tan, and athletic. She always wanted him to have dark hair and bright blue eyes like hers. They would get married under the sunset on a beach in a different country like Brazil. Sad part was…she actually had that. It was hard for Sabrina to grasp that once in her life what she dreamt had come true. Her wedding had been planed the way she wanted it, and her guy was the one of her dreams. But in the end, what she thought would be right for her in the end wasn’t at all. Lafayette wasn’t Danny he was built but pale and a bit skinny. Not to mention he was completely opposite from her. She always looked at the glass half full and he always saw it as almost empty. But still because they were so different from each other that it seemed almost like they needed each other to be complete in life. The type that she thought she wanted or even needed wasn’t what was best at all. He was perfect in every way to her, and he was all she seemed to need.
She snapped out of her thought as she heard a voice echo in her head. “Oh just because….”She slightly blushed and looked down at her fag that was going out in the grass “Hey I was smoking that.” But with a little pause she let it go. She thought back to the carnival and again smiled to herself. She hated her brother for leaving she would never be able to look at amusement parks or anything like that the same way. It was like there thing. They way they stuck together. The escape they had when her father got drunk and was angry. She sighed and picked up the lit fag on Stephens grave and put it out. She took the box of them out of her pocket and put down next to the stone. “We should go to one…tomorrow”
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