Post by Rorianna Destiny Quinn on Jan 6, 2010 21:27:41 GMT -5
Rorianna Destiny Quinn
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Age: 17
Orientation: Straight
Gender: female
Teacher or Student: student
Grade: 12
Site Canon or Original: original
Get the Picture
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120 lbs
Eyes: blue
Hair: dark brown/black
Face The Facts
Family: Liam Quinn
Aislyn Quinn
Friends: none
History: Rori was always an odd child. When little girls wanted to be princesses and ballerinas, she wanted to be a witch and a vampire. She tried a bunch of wiccan spells, but they never exactly turned out right. When she began dabbling in magic openly, her parents were worried about her mental health. They had her looked at by a shrink. The man found no abnormalities, she was just unique.
When she was young she didn't have a lot of friends, considering she was not really the run of the mill kind of girl. She was always a little smarter than the rest of the group. She was around seven when she first started reading books like The Hobbit. She tended to be a little flighty, easily becoming distracted in both school, and normal conversations.
She was a loner, much to her despair, even in the later years. She always had her nose in some vampire, or other supernatural novel. When the Twilight epidemic began was when people started to approach her. She would merely wrinkle her nose. She absolutely abhorred the pussy vampires the books portrayed. When girls would be talking about the books, asking for her opinion, she would brush them off. She much preferred books like the Sookie Stackhouse novels and Karen Chance's books. The Underworld series was also one of her favorites.
Her father was almost never home, he worked as a pilot at an airport. He tended to take a lot of vacations without her and her mother as well. Her mom tended to neglect Rorianna. The woman would make only enough food for herself, or bring strange men home and force Rori to lock herself in her room. When She was paid attention to, it was only so she could be told how freaky she was and how she might as well die because no one loved her.
When she was able to come to Biloxi on a full scholarship she was ecstatic. That meant no more having to deal with idiots at school, or her parents. Biloxi was her escape.
Know the Person
Likes: reading
writing
sarcasm
Dislikes: bitches
fanatics
unwitty people
Strengths: has a sharp mind
Is a straight A student
Weaknesses: is Shy
Has a quick temper
Fears: dying alone
Personality: Rory is flightly and a little abnormal. She's always got her nose stuck in a book, and has an opinion on just about everything. She doesn't hold back her opinions and is a little shy around people. She has a quick temper and isn't afraid to speak her mind She doesn't trust easily but once you gain her trust she is a very loyal friend.
Other: Loki
Tiki
Roleplay Sample:
Orientation: Straight
Gender: female
Teacher or Student: student
Grade: 12
Site Canon or Original: original
Get the Picture
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120 lbs
Eyes: blue
Hair: dark brown/black
Face The Facts
Family: Liam Quinn
Aislyn Quinn
Friends: none
History: Rori was always an odd child. When little girls wanted to be princesses and ballerinas, she wanted to be a witch and a vampire. She tried a bunch of wiccan spells, but they never exactly turned out right. When she began dabbling in magic openly, her parents were worried about her mental health. They had her looked at by a shrink. The man found no abnormalities, she was just unique.
When she was young she didn't have a lot of friends, considering she was not really the run of the mill kind of girl. She was always a little smarter than the rest of the group. She was around seven when she first started reading books like The Hobbit. She tended to be a little flighty, easily becoming distracted in both school, and normal conversations.
She was a loner, much to her despair, even in the later years. She always had her nose in some vampire, or other supernatural novel. When the Twilight epidemic began was when people started to approach her. She would merely wrinkle her nose. She absolutely abhorred the pussy vampires the books portrayed. When girls would be talking about the books, asking for her opinion, she would brush them off. She much preferred books like the Sookie Stackhouse novels and Karen Chance's books. The Underworld series was also one of her favorites.
Her father was almost never home, he worked as a pilot at an airport. He tended to take a lot of vacations without her and her mother as well. Her mom tended to neglect Rorianna. The woman would make only enough food for herself, or bring strange men home and force Rori to lock herself in her room. When She was paid attention to, it was only so she could be told how freaky she was and how she might as well die because no one loved her.
When she was able to come to Biloxi on a full scholarship she was ecstatic. That meant no more having to deal with idiots at school, or her parents. Biloxi was her escape.
Know the Person
Likes: reading
writing
sarcasm
Dislikes: bitches
fanatics
unwitty people
Strengths: has a sharp mind
Is a straight A student
Weaknesses: is Shy
Has a quick temper
Fears: dying alone
Personality: Rory is flightly and a little abnormal. She's always got her nose stuck in a book, and has an opinion on just about everything. She doesn't hold back her opinions and is a little shy around people. She has a quick temper and isn't afraid to speak her mind She doesn't trust easily but once you gain her trust she is a very loyal friend.
Other: Loki
Tiki
Roleplay Sample:
"Yeah, apparently the second I do something that makes me look like a decent human being I am a disgrace to the house of Slytherin." Pheonix said as she rolled her eyes. She really hated the facts of life as a Slytherin. Her own house expected her to be a cold, unfeeling, hurtful individual. Other houses expected her to be cruel, manipulative, and bitchy just because she was ambitious and a little cunning, and especially because of her family name. It was her greatest pet peeve. Sure, her father wasn't the best of people in school. She heard the stories from her father, as well as from the potters and Weasleys, indirectly of course. Just because she wasn't a stereotypic Slytherin, and a rebel Malfoy didn't mean she went to speak the posse that made up the Potter/Weasley clan. They were the most critical of her, almost worse than her own house, which was definitely saying something. They expected her to demean them, bitch at them, or basically make their lives a living hell. There were a few reasons she didn't do that. One was she had morals, but the biggest one was because she just didn't deem them worthy of her time.
Yep, that was when her Slytherin side kicked in a little. She didn't go out of her way to hurt anybody, but that didn't mean she was friendly to everyone. Not by a long shot. She was a little stuck up, and she knew it would take her a long time to change the stubborn Weasley's away from their points of view. She would not waste her time on a hopeless task. She honestly didn't care that much. They weren't people she needed to impress. The bloodfued had pretty much dwindled. It had lost it's meaning generations ago. They were just supposed to hate the Weasleys for no apparent reason.
She wasn't that petty, although she really didn't know who's views her brother chose. Being in separate years, having different friends, and being the opposite genders pretty much meant they didn't spend a lot of time together. At home the house was big enough to get lost in. It was nice if you wanted to avoid someone. It tended to be lonely when it was empty, however, the echoes tended to be enough to scare anyone out of their pants. Merlin only knew what was still lurking in the house. There were plenty of defenses her father had no idea about. Pheonix was almost positive that if anything less than a pureblood walked into the front doors the house would practically destroy them. She was exaggerating again, but with hundreds of years of blood prejudice throughout the Malfoy Manor, anything was possible.
"You aren't in trouble. I'm not on my rounds, for one, meaning if the seventh year prefects that are out right now were to catch me I'd have to have a thorough explanation as to why I was out so late, and I would have to make the head of house believe it. Second, I'm not cruel, I'm not going to penalize you for not getting along with your house-mates 100% of the time. Hell, I can barely stand mine for a few hours let alone for the entire span of my time at Hogwarts." She said, shuddering at the thought.
Pheonix laughed lightly about the general conversations that spouted into her mind when Anastasia brought it up. "None of the Weasley clan are that attractive. I mean don't get me wrong, they aren't ugly or anything, far from it really, but I wouldn't call any of them gorgeous. I mean not compared to some of the students here. But I agree, there is only so much talk about how cute someone is a girl can take. I have to tell you though, when it's usually your brother they are talking about it is much, much worse, I can assure you that." Pheonix giggled. She really couldn't take much of the female's fawning over her brother. There were plenty, and she disliked it greatly. She would rather have her eardrums ripped out than have to listen to the gold diggers for too long. Sure her brother was attractive in his own right, but when she knew what half of the people who talked about her brother was their money it pissed her off.
"It gets even worse when you can hear them whispering about you." Pheonix shuddered. It was a well known fact that the white-blond girl rarely ever dated. Sure she's had a few one-night stands, her father would go ballistic if her knew. The entire world knew of what happened to her, her first year. It meant that her "value" was already decreased, and her Dowry would have to go up. If it got around that she slept around in school too, that would be terrible. Dowries and the like in her mind were completely and utterly archaic. She begged and pleaded with her father to make her dowry and inheritance instead. She would not be sold, and she would not "pay" someone to take her hand in marriage. It took her a month of avoiding him before he finally caved. She knew how to get to her father, even if it took a long time. One might ask how she got any food if she didn't speak to her father for over a month. That was easy. She put wards on her wing of the Manor. She had her own bathroom, sitting room, library, even her own kitchen, not that she needed it. No matter what kind of wards were put on the house, if they were not specifically tuned to house elves, they could travel wherever they pleased.
Yep, that was when her Slytherin side kicked in a little. She didn't go out of her way to hurt anybody, but that didn't mean she was friendly to everyone. Not by a long shot. She was a little stuck up, and she knew it would take her a long time to change the stubborn Weasley's away from their points of view. She would not waste her time on a hopeless task. She honestly didn't care that much. They weren't people she needed to impress. The bloodfued had pretty much dwindled. It had lost it's meaning generations ago. They were just supposed to hate the Weasleys for no apparent reason.
She wasn't that petty, although she really didn't know who's views her brother chose. Being in separate years, having different friends, and being the opposite genders pretty much meant they didn't spend a lot of time together. At home the house was big enough to get lost in. It was nice if you wanted to avoid someone. It tended to be lonely when it was empty, however, the echoes tended to be enough to scare anyone out of their pants. Merlin only knew what was still lurking in the house. There were plenty of defenses her father had no idea about. Pheonix was almost positive that if anything less than a pureblood walked into the front doors the house would practically destroy them. She was exaggerating again, but with hundreds of years of blood prejudice throughout the Malfoy Manor, anything was possible.
"You aren't in trouble. I'm not on my rounds, for one, meaning if the seventh year prefects that are out right now were to catch me I'd have to have a thorough explanation as to why I was out so late, and I would have to make the head of house believe it. Second, I'm not cruel, I'm not going to penalize you for not getting along with your house-mates 100% of the time. Hell, I can barely stand mine for a few hours let alone for the entire span of my time at Hogwarts." She said, shuddering at the thought.
Pheonix laughed lightly about the general conversations that spouted into her mind when Anastasia brought it up. "None of the Weasley clan are that attractive. I mean don't get me wrong, they aren't ugly or anything, far from it really, but I wouldn't call any of them gorgeous. I mean not compared to some of the students here. But I agree, there is only so much talk about how cute someone is a girl can take. I have to tell you though, when it's usually your brother they are talking about it is much, much worse, I can assure you that." Pheonix giggled. She really couldn't take much of the female's fawning over her brother. There were plenty, and she disliked it greatly. She would rather have her eardrums ripped out than have to listen to the gold diggers for too long. Sure her brother was attractive in his own right, but when she knew what half of the people who talked about her brother was their money it pissed her off.
"It gets even worse when you can hear them whispering about you." Pheonix shuddered. It was a well known fact that the white-blond girl rarely ever dated. Sure she's had a few one-night stands, her father would go ballistic if her knew. The entire world knew of what happened to her, her first year. It meant that her "value" was already decreased, and her Dowry would have to go up. If it got around that she slept around in school too, that would be terrible. Dowries and the like in her mind were completely and utterly archaic. She begged and pleaded with her father to make her dowry and inheritance instead. She would not be sold, and she would not "pay" someone to take her hand in marriage. It took her a month of avoiding him before he finally caved. She knew how to get to her father, even if it took a long time. One might ask how she got any food if she didn't speak to her father for over a month. That was easy. She put wards on her wing of the Manor. She had her own bathroom, sitting room, library, even her own kitchen, not that she needed it. No matter what kind of wards were put on the house, if they were not specifically tuned to house elves, they could travel wherever they pleased.
