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Name (First and last): Alexandria Wilson
Nick-Name: Alex, occasionally Lexi or Lex.
Blood (Pure, Muggle-Born, Half-Blood...): Mum's a pureblood, dad's a half-blood, so I'm something between pure and half, I suppose.
Age (Eleven to Seventeen and so on.): Seventeen.
Year (Sixth, Seventh, so on.): Seventeen.
Birthday: March 31st. Aries, baby.
Gender: Female.
Likes:
My family. I'm an only child but I absolutely adore most of my cousins, and there's quite a few of them. I'm partial to my aunt Danielle, and her adorable two year old daughter named Isabella. She's so cute, I've already spoiled her rotten with clothes and such.
I also like animals, paticularly cats and dogs. I actually had both at the same time once, until the dog ate the cat. My dad had to get me a new one after that and we just keep them very far apart.
Boys. Enough said. XD
Dancing. I spend half of my summers in London, with my dad's family and I always go out clubbing. It's loads of fun, really. And the boys are much cuter there than there are here. The clubs in Paris are allright, but they're a bit too overrun for my taste. And I took muggle ballet classes when I was a little girl.
Shopping. I know, I know, typical girl response. But really, I love fashion. Especially shoes. I must have at least forty pairs at my house. I'm always looking for the newest shoes and if I like them, I hunt around until I can find them.
Witchcraft. There's not much to go off on that.
Rain. Every rainy day, I spend as much time as I possibly can outside. That's the one time I don't care about ruining my made-up.
Photography. Not just the wizarding kind, but the muggle kind too. I got a new camera for my seventeenth birthday and I absolutely adore it.
Dislikes:
Snakes. They're creepy, positively creepy. My boggart turns into a giant green one.
Cooking. I can't cook, at all. When I live by myself, I'm ordering take out. Once, I nearly blew up my mother's kitchen. She wasn't too happy about that.
Being lied to. Who does though, really?
Being vulnerable. Ego thing. One of my cousins keeps telling me that one day, my ego is going to get me intro trouble, but honestly, I don't see how.
Clingy, obsessive girls. Y'know, those ones that always follow a boy around and claim that they're in love with them even though he's said two words to them? I call them fangirls. They're amusing sometimes, but they make our gender look bad.
Hobbies:
Shopping.
Photography.
Boys.
Dancing.
Spending time with my family.
Favorite Food: I have a huge sweet tooth, and lately I really like white chocolate anything.
Least Favorite Food: Fish.
Favorite Drink: I like those muggle alcoholic drinks. Cosmopolitains, margaritas, martinis, those kind of things.
Favorite Class: Defense Against the Dark
Least Favorite Class: Potions. Anything that involves mixing, I'm terrible at.
Favorite Color: Hot pink, grey, navy blue.
Pet Name: Snow
Pet Race: Cat
Pet Age: 3
Pet Description: My cousin named her. She's a big white fluffy thing that likes balls of yarn. She's also possesed, half the time she tries to scratch me and the other half she bites me. Lovely thing.
Biography (Home, Background, Parents, etc.):
I was born in Paris on March 31st. My parents are Zachary Wilson, who owns a Quidditch shop and Jennifer Wilson whose an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. She apparates to her job every day in London, as does my father. My dad's trying to expand his Quidditch shop into a chain. It's not really working.
I'm an only child but growing up, I did spend alot of time with my cousins. There's a few I'm partial to and a few that I'd like to whack upside the head. They're all crazy, honestly. During the holidays, they do everything possible to irritate me. One time, I came home at one a.m. to a pink and black striped Snow. She wasn't exactly pleased and neither was I.
They're all fairly nice though. I'm the oldest of the bunch. My mother was the oldest of a family of six, which explains why there's so many relatives. My dad was an only child as well so no cousins on his side of the family but his parents are really nice.
Anywho, I took muggle ballet class and horseback riding class when I was younger. I liked ballet, not so much riding after I fell on the horse. I took ballet from the time I was five to the time I was ten. But by then, my parents told me I'd be heading off to Beauxbatons in a year or so and that they were pretty sure there were no dancing classes. So I stopped and that's when I got into photography.
I was just bored one day and started fiddling with my dad's camera. Since he never used he, he gave it to me and I spent my days taking pictures of my family or going out on walks and taking pictures of things I saw and liked.
My childhood was fairly uneventful though. I had my first kiss when I was seven and I had made quite a bit of friends at my muggle elementary school. I had always been a bit boy crazy, even as a young girl. Though when I arrived at school, things got a bit more...intense.
I got quite a bit of attention from the male students and eventually from it, I got a bit of an ego. I didn't mind the attention, though and simply flirted and teased back. Though I know that even when I was young, quite a few people assumed that I had done more than I had, it's gossip. I'm picky, extremely picky. If I'm with a boy, they have to meet my standards. But more about that later.
When I was twelve, my mother died. Muggle cancer. That hit me pretty hard, I had been extremely close to my mother. My dad moved to London with his parents after that and I get the occasional letter. So my summers are typically spent with my aunt and her daughter in their apartment in Paris, and my holidays are normally at school.
It was when I was fourteen I realized I had a paticular knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I decided that I'd become an Auror like my mother. So I worked extremely hard on all my exams so I'd be able to actually become an Auror. I think I've got a good shot of it, to be honest.
It was also the time when I was fourteen when I realized my power over the male gender. By then, I had seen many of my friends with broken hearts. I had never been in a relationship, just a few snogs here and there. I hated seeing my friends crying every night so I decided that I'd do something about it. I began teasing the boys and then when they wanted to actually be in a relationship, turn them down or tell them that I'd been making out with three other guys. They didn't seem to like it very much, but they haven't cheated on anyone else since.
After that, I seemed to realize that it wasn't paticularly the nicest thing to do. I stuck to flings, barely two weeks long and then ended the moment I got bored. No male has really minded, except for the few that have foolishly gotten attached. I don't believe in love, quite simply because I think that nearly all men are scum. I've never been in a relationship and I highly doubt I will be. Besides, my flings are fun. XD
Personality:
First off, I have an extremely bad temper. It doesn't take much to set me off, but when it does, well, it's not pretty. I've been working on controlling it though, since my temper often leads to people getting slapped. So I have a journal now, though I still will slap the occasional moron that's stupid enough to irritate me.
i'm loyal though. Hence the me breaking the hearts of the boys that broke my friends hearts. I'd die for my few close friends. You see, with the whole boytoy thing, a few of them tend to be in relationships. Most girls don't really like that but I don't mind. If someone's lucky enough to be my friend, I'll do just about anything for them. Except a threesome, because that's just weird.
I do have a heart, despite people thinking I don't. I adore my family, I adore my friends. I hate seeing my friends get screwed over my boys and I refuse to become vulnerable like that. Like I said, I've never been in a relationship, and I probably never will. I don't see the point in investing time in someone, just to get screwed over in the end.
That being said, I don't trust many people. My aunt Danielle and cousin Isabella are the only people that have ever seen me cry and they'll probably be the one people that ever will. Again, I don't see the point in opening up to someone just to get screwed over. Don't open up, don't hurt as much. Simple as that.
Sarcastic. According to my aunt, I have a twisted sense of humor. I'm sarcastic most of the time, either when I'm trying to be funny, trying to mess with someone's head or when I'm just pissed.
I'm adventurous, I'm always up for trying new things. Unless they involves snakes or something that involves me dying. But yeah, I'llup for most kind of things. Only one life to live and all that jazz.
Confident. That's the word I use. Arrogant though, probably suits me better. But I think confident just sounds much nicer. It's not my fault really, that I have a big head. I know I'm an attractive girl and I'm told so quite a bit. Also, the whole boy-toy thing. Yeah, that added to my head a bit. It's all good though, I'm not so arrogant that I put everyone down. I just know that I'm attrative and my power over boys. That's all, really.
I'm impatient as hell though. If we're supposed to meet up and you're ten minutes later, I'll either won't be there or pissed off. Just a fair warning. Remember, huge temper. Doesn't take much to set me off.
I'm smart. Intelligent, even. I get fairly decent grades without trying and when I do try, well, people are surprised. Somehow people doesn't associate 'heartbreaker/tease' with being smart. But I am. Most people just don't realize.
Appearance:
I'm about five foot seven, I think. Perhaps five foot eight, I'm not quite sure. I look alot like my mother did when she was my age. We've got the same dark brown hair, although mine's several inches past my shoulder blades and varies between stick straight and wavy, depending on my mood and if I feel like using wizarding beauty products on my hair. I have hazel eyes that I like to think are the perfect mix of brown and green.I have a tendency to use muggle make-up but now much: just a bit of black eyeliner and mascara. Because honestly, I don't need it.
I have a small birthmark on the inside of my left ankle. It's just a simple discoloration of skin, really, but if you squint, it looks kind of like a dolphin. I've had my ears pierced since I was a little girl and I normally wear simple studs unless I'm going to a club or whatnot. I have a tiny tattoo on the small of my back, it's the shape of a white cat and a chinese symbol beneath. The cat's actually my own possesed kitty although she's sleeping in the tattoo. I got it after a few two many margaritas so I'm not sure what the Chinese symbol means. I think hope or beauty. I'll have to look it up.
Other: Her playby or poster girl or whatever is Charisma Carpenter.
Role-Playing Sample (only needed for new people, must be somehow connected with Harry Potter):
(This intro is for a Marauders Era roleplay I believe, set at Hogwarts.)
"Damn cat. " Alexandria Wilson swore, shooing her black cat off of one of her favorite pairs of jeans, dismayed to see that the feline had indeed left fur on the item of clothing. She shook her head as the white cat, creativily named Snow jumped off of the bed, landing on all four feet on the floor. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced back at her fur covered clothes.
Alex, as she preferred to be called, shoved the now fur covered jeans into her trunk and pulled out another dark pair, sliding them over her slender legs and then buttoning them over her hips. Then the seventh year Gyffindor bent down in her trunk, pulling out a champagne colored sweater
that she had become paticularly fond of lately. And thank merlin, it was stil chilly enough that she could wear it.
She pulled it over her head and then gently smoothed it against her body with her manicured hands, her hazel gaze flickering to the mirror by her bed. Her long, chocolate brown colored hair fell down past her shoulder blades by several inches, falling in very soft waves against her back. Alex picked up a muggle mascara tube (her muggle cousins from her dad's side of the family adored make-up and had bought her some over the summer holiday) and ran it over her eyelashes several times. There. That was all the make-up she needed. The female was fairly attractive, a fact that tended to go to her head.
Alex slid on her shoes quickly, a slightly worn pair of black flats and glared at her cat, that was now going after a mouse in the dormiory. How lovely. She shook her head as she exited her dormitory and made her way into the seemingly empty Gryffindor common room.
Nick-Name: Alex, occasionally Lexi or Lex.
Blood (Pure, Muggle-Born, Half-Blood...): Mum's a pureblood, dad's a half-blood, so I'm something between pure and half, I suppose.
Age (Eleven to Seventeen and so on.): Seventeen.
Year (Sixth, Seventh, so on.): Seventeen.
Birthday: March 31st. Aries, baby.
Gender: Female.
Likes:
My family. I'm an only child but I absolutely adore most of my cousins, and there's quite a few of them. I'm partial to my aunt Danielle, and her adorable two year old daughter named Isabella. She's so cute, I've already spoiled her rotten with clothes and such.
I also like animals, paticularly cats and dogs. I actually had both at the same time once, until the dog ate the cat. My dad had to get me a new one after that and we just keep them very far apart.
Boys. Enough said. XD
Dancing. I spend half of my summers in London, with my dad's family and I always go out clubbing. It's loads of fun, really. And the boys are much cuter there than there are here. The clubs in Paris are allright, but they're a bit too overrun for my taste. And I took muggle ballet classes when I was a little girl.
Shopping. I know, I know, typical girl response. But really, I love fashion. Especially shoes. I must have at least forty pairs at my house. I'm always looking for the newest shoes and if I like them, I hunt around until I can find them.
Witchcraft. There's not much to go off on that.
Rain. Every rainy day, I spend as much time as I possibly can outside. That's the one time I don't care about ruining my made-up.
Photography. Not just the wizarding kind, but the muggle kind too. I got a new camera for my seventeenth birthday and I absolutely adore it.
Dislikes:
Snakes. They're creepy, positively creepy. My boggart turns into a giant green one.
Cooking. I can't cook, at all. When I live by myself, I'm ordering take out. Once, I nearly blew up my mother's kitchen. She wasn't too happy about that.
Being lied to. Who does though, really?
Being vulnerable. Ego thing. One of my cousins keeps telling me that one day, my ego is going to get me intro trouble, but honestly, I don't see how.
Clingy, obsessive girls. Y'know, those ones that always follow a boy around and claim that they're in love with them even though he's said two words to them? I call them fangirls. They're amusing sometimes, but they make our gender look bad.
Hobbies:
Shopping.
Photography.
Boys.
Dancing.
Spending time with my family.
Favorite Food: I have a huge sweet tooth, and lately I really like white chocolate anything.
Least Favorite Food: Fish.
Favorite Drink: I like those muggle alcoholic drinks. Cosmopolitains, margaritas, martinis, those kind of things.
Favorite Class: Defense Against the Dark
Least Favorite Class: Potions. Anything that involves mixing, I'm terrible at.
Favorite Color: Hot pink, grey, navy blue.
Pet Name: Snow
Pet Race: Cat
Pet Age: 3
Pet Description: My cousin named her. She's a big white fluffy thing that likes balls of yarn. She's also possesed, half the time she tries to scratch me and the other half she bites me. Lovely thing.
Biography (Home, Background, Parents, etc.):
I was born in Paris on March 31st. My parents are Zachary Wilson, who owns a Quidditch shop and Jennifer Wilson whose an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. She apparates to her job every day in London, as does my father. My dad's trying to expand his Quidditch shop into a chain. It's not really working.
I'm an only child but growing up, I did spend alot of time with my cousins. There's a few I'm partial to and a few that I'd like to whack upside the head. They're all crazy, honestly. During the holidays, they do everything possible to irritate me. One time, I came home at one a.m. to a pink and black striped Snow. She wasn't exactly pleased and neither was I.
They're all fairly nice though. I'm the oldest of the bunch. My mother was the oldest of a family of six, which explains why there's so many relatives. My dad was an only child as well so no cousins on his side of the family but his parents are really nice.
Anywho, I took muggle ballet class and horseback riding class when I was younger. I liked ballet, not so much riding after I fell on the horse. I took ballet from the time I was five to the time I was ten. But by then, my parents told me I'd be heading off to Beauxbatons in a year or so and that they were pretty sure there were no dancing classes. So I stopped and that's when I got into photography.
I was just bored one day and started fiddling with my dad's camera. Since he never used he, he gave it to me and I spent my days taking pictures of my family or going out on walks and taking pictures of things I saw and liked.
My childhood was fairly uneventful though. I had my first kiss when I was seven and I had made quite a bit of friends at my muggle elementary school. I had always been a bit boy crazy, even as a young girl. Though when I arrived at school, things got a bit more...intense.
I got quite a bit of attention from the male students and eventually from it, I got a bit of an ego. I didn't mind the attention, though and simply flirted and teased back. Though I know that even when I was young, quite a few people assumed that I had done more than I had, it's gossip. I'm picky, extremely picky. If I'm with a boy, they have to meet my standards. But more about that later.
When I was twelve, my mother died. Muggle cancer. That hit me pretty hard, I had been extremely close to my mother. My dad moved to London with his parents after that and I get the occasional letter. So my summers are typically spent with my aunt and her daughter in their apartment in Paris, and my holidays are normally at school.
It was when I was fourteen I realized I had a paticular knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts. I decided that I'd become an Auror like my mother. So I worked extremely hard on all my exams so I'd be able to actually become an Auror. I think I've got a good shot of it, to be honest.
It was also the time when I was fourteen when I realized my power over the male gender. By then, I had seen many of my friends with broken hearts. I had never been in a relationship, just a few snogs here and there. I hated seeing my friends crying every night so I decided that I'd do something about it. I began teasing the boys and then when they wanted to actually be in a relationship, turn them down or tell them that I'd been making out with three other guys. They didn't seem to like it very much, but they haven't cheated on anyone else since.
After that, I seemed to realize that it wasn't paticularly the nicest thing to do. I stuck to flings, barely two weeks long and then ended the moment I got bored. No male has really minded, except for the few that have foolishly gotten attached. I don't believe in love, quite simply because I think that nearly all men are scum. I've never been in a relationship and I highly doubt I will be. Besides, my flings are fun. XD
Personality:
First off, I have an extremely bad temper. It doesn't take much to set me off, but when it does, well, it's not pretty. I've been working on controlling it though, since my temper often leads to people getting slapped. So I have a journal now, though I still will slap the occasional moron that's stupid enough to irritate me.
i'm loyal though. Hence the me breaking the hearts of the boys that broke my friends hearts. I'd die for my few close friends. You see, with the whole boytoy thing, a few of them tend to be in relationships. Most girls don't really like that but I don't mind. If someone's lucky enough to be my friend, I'll do just about anything for them. Except a threesome, because that's just weird.
I do have a heart, despite people thinking I don't. I adore my family, I adore my friends. I hate seeing my friends get screwed over my boys and I refuse to become vulnerable like that. Like I said, I've never been in a relationship, and I probably never will. I don't see the point in investing time in someone, just to get screwed over in the end.
That being said, I don't trust many people. My aunt Danielle and cousin Isabella are the only people that have ever seen me cry and they'll probably be the one people that ever will. Again, I don't see the point in opening up to someone just to get screwed over. Don't open up, don't hurt as much. Simple as that.
Sarcastic. According to my aunt, I have a twisted sense of humor. I'm sarcastic most of the time, either when I'm trying to be funny, trying to mess with someone's head or when I'm just pissed.
I'm adventurous, I'm always up for trying new things. Unless they involves snakes or something that involves me dying. But yeah, I'llup for most kind of things. Only one life to live and all that jazz.
Confident. That's the word I use. Arrogant though, probably suits me better. But I think confident just sounds much nicer. It's not my fault really, that I have a big head. I know I'm an attractive girl and I'm told so quite a bit. Also, the whole boy-toy thing. Yeah, that added to my head a bit. It's all good though, I'm not so arrogant that I put everyone down. I just know that I'm attrative and my power over boys. That's all, really.
I'm impatient as hell though. If we're supposed to meet up and you're ten minutes later, I'll either won't be there or pissed off. Just a fair warning. Remember, huge temper. Doesn't take much to set me off.
I'm smart. Intelligent, even. I get fairly decent grades without trying and when I do try, well, people are surprised. Somehow people doesn't associate 'heartbreaker/tease' with being smart. But I am. Most people just don't realize.
Appearance:
I'm about five foot seven, I think. Perhaps five foot eight, I'm not quite sure. I look alot like my mother did when she was my age. We've got the same dark brown hair, although mine's several inches past my shoulder blades and varies between stick straight and wavy, depending on my mood and if I feel like using wizarding beauty products on my hair. I have hazel eyes that I like to think are the perfect mix of brown and green.I have a tendency to use muggle make-up but now much: just a bit of black eyeliner and mascara. Because honestly, I don't need it.
I have a small birthmark on the inside of my left ankle. It's just a simple discoloration of skin, really, but if you squint, it looks kind of like a dolphin. I've had my ears pierced since I was a little girl and I normally wear simple studs unless I'm going to a club or whatnot. I have a tiny tattoo on the small of my back, it's the shape of a white cat and a chinese symbol beneath. The cat's actually my own possesed kitty although she's sleeping in the tattoo. I got it after a few two many margaritas so I'm not sure what the Chinese symbol means. I think hope or beauty. I'll have to look it up.
Other: Her playby or poster girl or whatever is Charisma Carpenter.
Role-Playing Sample (only needed for new people, must be somehow connected with Harry Potter):
(This intro is for a Marauders Era roleplay I believe, set at Hogwarts.)
"Damn cat. " Alexandria Wilson swore, shooing her black cat off of one of her favorite pairs of jeans, dismayed to see that the feline had indeed left fur on the item of clothing. She shook her head as the white cat, creativily named Snow jumped off of the bed, landing on all four feet on the floor. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced back at her fur covered clothes.
Alex, as she preferred to be called, shoved the now fur covered jeans into her trunk and pulled out another dark pair, sliding them over her slender legs and then buttoning them over her hips. Then the seventh year Gyffindor bent down in her trunk, pulling out a champagne colored sweater
that she had become paticularly fond of lately. And thank merlin, it was stil chilly enough that she could wear it.
She pulled it over her head and then gently smoothed it against her body with her manicured hands, her hazel gaze flickering to the mirror by her bed. Her long, chocolate brown colored hair fell down past her shoulder blades by several inches, falling in very soft waves against her back. Alex picked up a muggle mascara tube (her muggle cousins from her dad's side of the family adored make-up and had bought her some over the summer holiday) and ran it over her eyelashes several times. There. That was all the make-up she needed. The female was fairly attractive, a fact that tended to go to her head.
Alex slid on her shoes quickly, a slightly worn pair of black flats and glared at her cat, that was now going after a mouse in the dormiory. How lovely. She shook her head as she exited her dormitory and made her way into the seemingly empty Gryffindor common room.
