Post by thea violetta brenin ) on Jul 7, 2008 16:49:04 GMT -8
» YOUR NAME; MAGGiE[/font][/size]
» YOUR AGE; `tis a mystery!
» YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS; none , yet
» HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT SBR?; an ad on " some sort of wizard army "
» FULL NAME; thea violetta brenin[/font][/size]
» AGE; twenty - one
» GENDER; femme
» SEXUAL ORIENTATION; straight [ heterosexual ]
» I AM; drums in famously shameless ,
» PLEASE PROVIDE A 100x100 ICON to be used on your band/crew page, etc. by the admin.: ICON
» CELEBRITY/PB; kelly clarkson[/font][/size]
» HEIGHT; five feet , three inches
» WEIGHT; one - hundred and ten pounds
» HERITAGE; irish , polish , russian
» LINK TO ATLEAST 3 DIFFERENT PICTURES; [1] [2] [3]
» PERSONALITY;[/i] mainstream. when it comes to her music , and being creative she is way different. she prefers to stand out rather than blend in , and always has. she tends to be very artsy about things , and likes to decorate things with sharpies randomly. she's always opened - minded , though sometimes she'll judge people before she really should. thea's never been afraid to try new things , and is not afraid to take risks. she definitely loves a good dare , which may lead to some stupid things , but can keep her head enough to know when things are a bit too stupid. she likes to be sarcastic about things , which ties into her habit of making fun of people. not in a mean way , she just likes to taunt stupid politicians with no sense , or perhaps her fellow bandmates. it's her way of flirting sometimes too. if she likes you , she might make fun of you , but thea doesn't flirt and it's rare when she does.
even though thea acts likes she's tough stuff , she really isn't quite as tough as she seems. she's sensitive about a lot of things , though doesn't exactly cry at the sight of a puppy , or anything. she has a tender heart , so insults always hurt way more than they should and getting her heartbroken by some stupid boy causes her way more suffering than he's worth. she hates herself for being so sensitive to those types of things , and tries very hard to hide her sensitivity , but is horrible at it. when it comes to being around others , she thrives. thea is social and needs to be with her friends. she can't really handle solitude at all. she can't handle serious situations either , they drive her insane. those moments of awkwardness drive her insane too , and so she tries to think of some witty crack to break them. thea is in no way a serious person.[/ul]
» LIKES;
• convertibles from the 'eighties
• red lipstick
• mini sharpies
• white daisies
• watching sunsets && sunrises
• new drumsticks
• classic romance novels
• black and white movies
• big , old trees
• frappucinos minus the coffee
• fingerless - gloves
• munchkin dohnuts
• roadtrips
• root beer in glass bottles
» DISLIKES;
• orange juice w/ pulp
• herself , occasionally
• prejudice
• the piano
• can - openers
• juice boxes w/o straws
• guys who are arrogant
• alcohol
• crappy drumsets
• lots of make - up
• predictable horror movies
• biographies
• awkward moments
• high heels
» OTHER?; =]
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» PAST;
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NOW I THINK
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[/size][/font][/quote][/size][/font][/blockquote]at the moment, hestia felt positively naughty. she was a prefect, first of all, and you know what she was doing? sneaking into filch's office to steal a fanged-frisbee. though she was doing it for a good reason, when filch had taken it from a hufflepuff first year, the kid burst into tears. so, she promised that she would get that frisbee back. and here she was now. for the last half-hour she had casually walked by the office until finally she saw filch leave. after applying a simple alohamora charm to the lock, she was in. mrs. norris also happened to be with filch, which was good for her. hestia stood in the dark, shuffling through some draws of his office, glancing behind her shoulder every so often. she was hoping to keep her appointment of prefect, it was her first year being one after all, and she had already gotten scolded twice, once for sneaking into the kitchens and the other for swearing at slughorn behind his back. neither incident was a proud moment for her, but it didn't mentally scar her or anything. she took risks all the time, so this one should be a piece of cake. yet she still felt anxious, hestia just found filch so creepy she couldn't help it. the bloke obviously had some issues, considering he had named his cat mrs. norris. he was the definition of creepy.
finally, she found filch's draw of confiscated items and lit the tip of her wand, trying to find the right frisbee. aha! she grabbed it, shut the draw as quietly as she could, than weaved her way back towards the door. she opened it, then closed it behind her, glancing around again. the hallways were pretty bare at the moment, since it was still during dinnertime. hestia had left early to do her little "operation". even though it was slightly nerve-raking, it was fun. she took a deep breathe of relief, leaning against the closed door with the furry toy in one hand and wand in the other. no wonder she had almost landed in gryffindor. hestia glanced around, then began to stroll at a leisurely pace down the hallway, trying miserably to hide her stolen item under her thin arm, which was not exactly a cloak of invisibility. just as long as no one saw her, she would be fine. now she was about four steps away from filch's office, looking incredibly guilty and nervous. ugh, why did she have to be a bloody prefect? it made things so much more difficult than they had to be. if she got caught just as a regular old fifth year her punishment wouldn't be that bad, but as a prefect... a whole lecture on being a good rolemodel and detention, which made the head of house look bad for having her as a prefect. bloody hell...
her heart had begun to race again, and she had to stop, leaning against the wall next to an empty classroom and hestia glanced back towards filch's office. hestia mentally slapped herself in the face, she had forgotten to lock the door again. quickly, she ran towards the door and fumbled with her wand, trying to remember which spell it was that relocked a door. ahhhh! someone was going to see her, looking like a guilty criminal who had made a stupid mistake at the scene of the crime. hestia muttered a few uncontained swears to herself as she tapped on the door handle, still unsuccessful and trying to calm herself down. another slew of swear words spewed out of her mouth, which just made herself more annoyed with herself. now someone was definitely going to hear her. bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell!
