Post by Elisabet Fleuton on Oct 15, 2006 11:11:40 GMT -5
Name (First and last): Elisabeth Fleuton
Nick-Name:Lissie or Lis
Blood (Pure, Muggle-Born, Half-Blood...): Half blood, Mother is a witch, Father is a muggle.
Age (Eleven to Seventeen and so on.): 16
Year (Sixth, Seventh, so on.): Sixth
Birthday: 17th May
Gender: Female
Likes: Drawing, dancing (ballet, stage and street), singing and getting really hyper with her friends, getting really really dirty, somehow.
Dislikes: Bullies, spiders, arrogance.
Hobbies: Drawing, dancing and singing
Favorite Food: Her Mum's beef stew
Least Favorite Food: Rice Pudding
Favorite Drink: Any really sugary drink, NOT alcohol
Favorite Class: Transfiguration
Least Favorite Class: History of Magic
Favorite Color: Hot Pink
Pet Name: Brume
Pet Race: Cat
Pet Age: 3 year
Pet Description: Mist is a pretty bog standard kitten. He is about the same size as a small newborn baby and has grey, very soft fur, hence his name, which means translates as 'Mist'. His eyes are large and bright amber with a speckle of black dotted round inside them. He is a very calm, serene cat who dislikes loud noises. Though he experiences frequent bouts of cupboard love and is rather greedy.
Biography (Home, Background, Parents, etc.): Lissie has had a pretty odd life these 16 years. She was born in an alleyway of New Dehli, India, where her Mother and Father were reporting on some political crisis going on. Yes, Madame Fleuton and her husband are both world reporters, something that has affected their two children a huge amount. From the age of 4, Lissie spoke fluent French, Hindi and was on the verge of being fluent in English, having spent 2 years living in London. She spent a further 2 years in London before being moved to her true home, France. Here she lived in a tiny village in South of France while her Mother started writing for a famous French Witch Magazine and her Father drove 2 hours everyday to Paris and did the sports news there. 4 year old Lissie spent the rest of her life there and then, when she was 12, her younger sister, Tibby, was born. Lissie and Tibby get on like a duck does to water, Lissie being like another Mother to her. Then Lissie got a letter to go to Beauxbatons, something that her parents had rejected when she was 11. So Lissie started Beauxbatons later than most children, but this didn't stop her fitting right in. The last 4 years have been pretty uneventful, her life carrying on as usual.
Personality: Lissie is a lot like her Mother and Father, that being that she isn't afraid of anything. She doesn't like creepy crawlies, but she will be the one to pick it up and throw it out of the window in the middle of the night.
She has always been an outgoing child, something that has got her into trouble a lot, especially with the opposite sex. This being that Lissie has no problem in going all the way with a boy, this opinion most certainly not being shared with her parents. Lissie will not confirm if she has done 'it' with a boy, though she has confirmed that she has almost done it but the boy had chickened out.
However, Lissie is one of the most caring creatures you will ever meet. She will stand up for anyone who deserves it, and is a feirce friend. She is one of those people that does not hesitate to step in and hex anyone who deserves it, no matter what the consequences. This is usually because of her anger.
Lissie has this burning anger buried inside her that doesn't often come out, but if it does, not many people look at her in the same way afterwards.
The last clear trait of Lissie is that she is extremely clumsy. If there's a shoe on the floor, Lissie will trip over on it. If there's homework to be forgotten, Lissie will be the one to forget it.
Appearance: Lissie looks like any other South of France girl. Her skin is naturally olive, making quiet a lot of girls jealous of her come winter when everyone else is ghostly pale. Her eyes are deep brown and quite large, very easy to get lost in.
Lissie prides herself in being individual. Her hair is hazel coloured but has bubblegum pink highlights all the time, since she was 14. Her Mother begs her every school holiday to get ride of them, but it never happens. She usually has black eyeliner on and her eyelids are usually dusted with a line of hot pink eyeshadow. That will be the limit of her make-up, even if she has a bout of spots.
Lissie would probably be stereotyped as a punk, eventhough she hates that sort of music. But her style is probably quite punky. She mostly wears pink and black and usually has a skull somewhere on her outfit.
She has 3 peircings in her left ear, all hot pink studs, and 2 in her right, all black. She has a large amount of flourescent coloured jelly bangles on her wrist. Her hair is usually tied in two messy plaits or a ponytail.
Other: N/a
Role-Playing Sample (This is my intro for Gabrielle Delacour)
"Gabrielle! GABRIELLE!"
"Une momente!"
She was late. As usual. She stood in front of the full length mirror in the corner of her dormitory, pulling the pale blue hairband tighter in her loose ponytail. Then she was gone, her long blonde hair shimmering slightly as she jumped neatly over a pile of clothes, skidding out of the dormitory. Blue eyes twinkled in the streaming sunlight that was coming through the tower window of Beauxbaton academy. Gabrielle Delacour gazed out of it for a moment, almost entranced, then her friend's urgent shouts brought her back to reality, and she was mutturing in french, searching for her silver ballet pumps in the pile of girl's shoes. Her dainty feet slipped into them, scuffing them against the stone floor to firmly keep them inside. Gabrielle Delacour.From looking at her, you would think she was just like her sister. Admired, idolized but mainly conceited. Not this Delacour. She was different. Gabrielle cared only a little about her appearance, as most girls do, and she was hardly idolized. She had friends, but no fan clubs like her sister had had. Her icy blue dress was no longer its shiny silk that it had ben on its previous owner. Now it was slightly faded, though it still swished perfectly with every urgent movement the 14 year old made. Gabrielle scooped up her peaked uniform hat, jamming it roughly onto her neat hair before almost tripping down the stairs, reaching the common room and taking her friend's hand. Gabrielle had never wanted an exchange from Hogwarts, unless it was Harry Potter or his friends. But what was the chance of clumsy, cheeky and generally misfit Gabrielle Delacour?
She smiled her apology at her tsking house mistress as she was ushered into place on the stage. She smoothed her crinkled skirt, looking thoroughly dishevelled compared to her classmates. Beauxbaton had given up on trying to turn Gabrielle into a well-mannered lady, just leaving her to get on with
being herself. Gabrielle risked a wave at her friend, who was shaking her head in amusement at her. 3 years on and she still looked much the same as when she had been pulled out of the lake by her sister. She was still Miss Gabrielle Delacour.
Nick-Name:Lissie or Lis
Blood (Pure, Muggle-Born, Half-Blood...): Half blood, Mother is a witch, Father is a muggle.
Age (Eleven to Seventeen and so on.): 16
Year (Sixth, Seventh, so on.): Sixth
Birthday: 17th May
Gender: Female
Likes: Drawing, dancing (ballet, stage and street), singing and getting really hyper with her friends, getting really really dirty, somehow.
Dislikes: Bullies, spiders, arrogance.
Hobbies: Drawing, dancing and singing
Favorite Food: Her Mum's beef stew
Least Favorite Food: Rice Pudding
Favorite Drink: Any really sugary drink, NOT alcohol
Favorite Class: Transfiguration
Least Favorite Class: History of Magic
Favorite Color: Hot Pink
Pet Name: Brume
Pet Race: Cat
Pet Age: 3 year
Pet Description: Mist is a pretty bog standard kitten. He is about the same size as a small newborn baby and has grey, very soft fur, hence his name, which means translates as 'Mist'. His eyes are large and bright amber with a speckle of black dotted round inside them. He is a very calm, serene cat who dislikes loud noises. Though he experiences frequent bouts of cupboard love and is rather greedy.
Biography (Home, Background, Parents, etc.): Lissie has had a pretty odd life these 16 years. She was born in an alleyway of New Dehli, India, where her Mother and Father were reporting on some political crisis going on. Yes, Madame Fleuton and her husband are both world reporters, something that has affected their two children a huge amount. From the age of 4, Lissie spoke fluent French, Hindi and was on the verge of being fluent in English, having spent 2 years living in London. She spent a further 2 years in London before being moved to her true home, France. Here she lived in a tiny village in South of France while her Mother started writing for a famous French Witch Magazine and her Father drove 2 hours everyday to Paris and did the sports news there. 4 year old Lissie spent the rest of her life there and then, when she was 12, her younger sister, Tibby, was born. Lissie and Tibby get on like a duck does to water, Lissie being like another Mother to her. Then Lissie got a letter to go to Beauxbatons, something that her parents had rejected when she was 11. So Lissie started Beauxbatons later than most children, but this didn't stop her fitting right in. The last 4 years have been pretty uneventful, her life carrying on as usual.
Personality: Lissie is a lot like her Mother and Father, that being that she isn't afraid of anything. She doesn't like creepy crawlies, but she will be the one to pick it up and throw it out of the window in the middle of the night.
She has always been an outgoing child, something that has got her into trouble a lot, especially with the opposite sex. This being that Lissie has no problem in going all the way with a boy, this opinion most certainly not being shared with her parents. Lissie will not confirm if she has done 'it' with a boy, though she has confirmed that she has almost done it but the boy had chickened out.
However, Lissie is one of the most caring creatures you will ever meet. She will stand up for anyone who deserves it, and is a feirce friend. She is one of those people that does not hesitate to step in and hex anyone who deserves it, no matter what the consequences. This is usually because of her anger.
Lissie has this burning anger buried inside her that doesn't often come out, but if it does, not many people look at her in the same way afterwards.
The last clear trait of Lissie is that she is extremely clumsy. If there's a shoe on the floor, Lissie will trip over on it. If there's homework to be forgotten, Lissie will be the one to forget it.
Appearance: Lissie looks like any other South of France girl. Her skin is naturally olive, making quiet a lot of girls jealous of her come winter when everyone else is ghostly pale. Her eyes are deep brown and quite large, very easy to get lost in.
Lissie prides herself in being individual. Her hair is hazel coloured but has bubblegum pink highlights all the time, since she was 14. Her Mother begs her every school holiday to get ride of them, but it never happens. She usually has black eyeliner on and her eyelids are usually dusted with a line of hot pink eyeshadow. That will be the limit of her make-up, even if she has a bout of spots.
Lissie would probably be stereotyped as a punk, eventhough she hates that sort of music. But her style is probably quite punky. She mostly wears pink and black and usually has a skull somewhere on her outfit.
She has 3 peircings in her left ear, all hot pink studs, and 2 in her right, all black. She has a large amount of flourescent coloured jelly bangles on her wrist. Her hair is usually tied in two messy plaits or a ponytail.
Other: N/a
Role-Playing Sample (This is my intro for Gabrielle Delacour)
"Gabrielle! GABRIELLE!"
"Une momente!"
She was late. As usual. She stood in front of the full length mirror in the corner of her dormitory, pulling the pale blue hairband tighter in her loose ponytail. Then she was gone, her long blonde hair shimmering slightly as she jumped neatly over a pile of clothes, skidding out of the dormitory. Blue eyes twinkled in the streaming sunlight that was coming through the tower window of Beauxbaton academy. Gabrielle Delacour gazed out of it for a moment, almost entranced, then her friend's urgent shouts brought her back to reality, and she was mutturing in french, searching for her silver ballet pumps in the pile of girl's shoes. Her dainty feet slipped into them, scuffing them against the stone floor to firmly keep them inside. Gabrielle Delacour.From looking at her, you would think she was just like her sister. Admired, idolized but mainly conceited. Not this Delacour. She was different. Gabrielle cared only a little about her appearance, as most girls do, and she was hardly idolized. She had friends, but no fan clubs like her sister had had. Her icy blue dress was no longer its shiny silk that it had ben on its previous owner. Now it was slightly faded, though it still swished perfectly with every urgent movement the 14 year old made. Gabrielle scooped up her peaked uniform hat, jamming it roughly onto her neat hair before almost tripping down the stairs, reaching the common room and taking her friend's hand. Gabrielle had never wanted an exchange from Hogwarts, unless it was Harry Potter or his friends. But what was the chance of clumsy, cheeky and generally misfit Gabrielle Delacour?
She smiled her apology at her tsking house mistress as she was ushered into place on the stage. She smoothed her crinkled skirt, looking thoroughly dishevelled compared to her classmates. Beauxbaton had given up on trying to turn Gabrielle into a well-mannered lady, just leaving her to get on with
being herself. Gabrielle risked a wave at her friend, who was shaking her head in amusement at her. 3 years on and she still looked much the same as when she had been pulled out of the lake by her sister. She was still Miss Gabrielle Delacour.
