BLACK, Andromeda Kharis

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• ANDROMEDA KHARIS BLACK •
"Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, Andromeda Kharis Black
1990's or 1970's? 1970s, of course.
nicknames, Andi, Meda and Dromeda.
age, Sixteen years young.
birthday, September 13, 1961
year, Sixth
house, Ravenclaw; surprised much?
blood status, Pureblood
wand, 11 inches, bloodwood, dragon heartstring
broom, Nimbus 1700

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Unlike both of my sisters, I have long auburn hair that reaches to the middle of my back. It's naturally wavy, but Mother always has me doing some kind of charm to keep it "perfectly in place."
eye color, I have bright blue eyes that sometimes look a cool shade of grey. I'd say that they're one of my favorite features.
height, 5'6"
weight, 118 lbs.
general appearance I'd say that I'm average looking, but from what I hear others say, I guess I'm quite beautiful. Just remember that I wasn't the one to say that first, okay? Anyway, I know that when people compliment me, it's only because of my family's wealth and status in the community. Hell, dirty old men throw around compliments more than any of them. But since I'm supposed to be lady-like, let me get into role here. Let's start from the top, shall we? My hair is medium to long in length and a rich auburn in color. It lays in soft, silk waves and there's rarely a hair out of place. I have a heart-shaped face and piercing blue eyes that could stop you in your tracks. I'd like to say they sparkle, but they can also be a cold and calculating grey. My body figure leaves nothing to be desired. I'm thin, but in an attractive and healthy way. I'm also 5'6" in height and yes, I have some curves to go with the length. I have legs that go on for miles which I think are fabulous for my designer shoes.

As for clothing, I like to keep things very elegant and simple. I like to make statements by how beautiful my dress is, not by how much jewelry and make-up I'm wearing. Which, by the way, I don't wear much of; make-up that is. I know the difference between classy and trashy and I have never once crossed that line. Ladies who dress like common whores have absolutely no respect for themselves; I wouldn't even call them a 'lady'. It's true that I can afford the fancy things in life, but that doesn't mean that I do that all of the time. I enjoy wearing comfortable clothing, especially when I'm studying and doing school work...which is what I do most of the time. However, I know what's appropriate and what's not when it matters most.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, What don't I like? I suppose I can be a bit more specific:
-Studying/school
-Reading/writing
-Quidditch
-Shopping
-Men, duh.
-Summer
-Charms/Potions
-Thunderstorms
-Football (SHHH, I would be murdered. Literally.)
-Being with friends
dislikes, Again, I could go on forever. I'll keep it brief, though:
-Blood purity. It's a bunch of rubbish. My sisters have gone mental and disowned me already, but mum and dad still don't know of my 'opinion'.
-Ignorance
-Self-centered individuals.
-Failing
-Dark Arts
-Bugs
-Mornings
-Coffee
-Being forced into things/ideals
-Narrow-mindedness
strengths,
-Ambitious
-Confident
-Trustworthy
-Loyal
-Com/passionate
weaknesses,
-Stubborn
-Vocal (opinionated)
-Temper
-Caring too much
-Impatient
worst fear, I fear losing someone that I love whether it be a family member or a friend. I know my sister's are on a Dark path, but I won't stop caring about them.
boggart, I could name one hundred of these! Seriously?! But to be more precise, it'd probably be one of the times I've been crutio'd by someone in my household. Thankfully, I built up a nice tolerance.
amortenia, Flowers in bloom, vanilla and summer rain.
sexuality, Very straight. Heterosexual ALL the way.
overall personality, Out of all the Black girls, it's safe to say that I take the most after my mum...minus the pureblood elitest ideals. I often come across as arrogant and shallow, and I speak my mind freely (which a 'lady' should never do). I have a very blunt nature, expressing myrself in no uncertain terms. I tend to be highly critical of unfamiliar things, and make my feelings on any particular subject known. However, I'm is very aware that her comments could be insulting to some. My attitude may have stemmed from my confident nature, but I can assure you I'm not always so cold. I'm a very strong-willed and independent girl, so I always feel like I have to defend myself. I do not like to depend on people to do things that I can do just as well, if not better. Once you get to know me, I'm quite pleasant, outgoing and friendly. Hell, I'm probably one of the most mysterious and confusing people you ever had the pleasure of meeting.

I have a huge heart and the people I love know that and some even use it against me, Cissy and Bella. I tend to be a big ball of energy on my happy days and mellow/distant when I'm upset. I prefer to have my nose pressed into a book when I have free time and even when I'm in class; I'm the definition of a bookworm. To my close friends, I'm dependable, loyal and trustworthy. I can be very warm and caring; I fret over the safety of those I love in a motherly way. I would seriously protect them no matter what, even if they wouldn't protect me. I care deeply about friends, displaying a fierce and protective temper on their behalf as well as ruthless determination to keep them safe (I guess this goes for family, too). I tend to avoid confrontation, but boy, I have a mouth on me. I say the most un-lady like things (curse words included) that would have my mother washing my mouth out with soap. Or is that a muggle term? Whatever. I accept people for who they are and I'm not predjudiced. I have very strong morals and because of that, I have to deal with the outcomes. However, I'm not one to back down. Especially to a good ol' fight.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Druella Rosier
father &family, Cygnus Black
siblings, Narcassisa Black, Fifteen, Slytherin
Bellatrix Black, Seventeen, Slytherin
overall history, I would really rather not go into detail about the sick and sadistic past of my family, but I suppose I should. If you don't already know, I come from a long line of rich, pureblood elitests who are very set in their ways. We are all very powerful in our own way; most embracing the Dark Arts with open arms. I practiced the Dark Arts without protesting, but it doesn't mean that I liked it. Before my dear cousin and I arrived at Hogwarts, nearly every generation that had went through the school was a Slytherin. I guess I wanted to shake things up a bit.

I, Andromeda Kharis Black, was born on a warm summer evening on September 13, 1961. My father's hopes of having a boy were crushed once again. Keeping with tradition, my parent's named me after a constellation. It's not a name I would have chosen for myself, but I guess I like it. I was the second girl born into the family, eventually becoming the middle child. I resembled my older sister, Bellatrix, but my hair was entirely a different color; auburn. However, my eyes were just as blue. I guess I got a lot of the attention growing up until my younger sister, Narcissa, was born. Of course, I had never seen it that way, but Bella sure did. She sure as bleeding hell let me know, too. She brought all kinds of lovely chaos upon me when I was both suspecting and unsuspecting. She never really did play fair; still doesn't.

I was raised in the nursery (eventually) with both of my sisters. We had everything we could have dreamed of, but I was never paricularly interested in toys and the like. I would have much rather been read to or when I was old enough, pick up a book and read myself. Material things were never objects of my concern. I craved for knowledge and the chance to experience new things and places. However, when we were all of age, we all got our own rooms. I'd like to say that mine was the most calm and relaxing. I had a little window seat that I loved to curl up in and read a good book. Cissy would often drag me into her room to play, but I really didn't mind. She was still a blank canvas when it came to picking a path of good or bad. Bella, well, she hated my guts and she loved to let me know. She would do horribly cruel things to me which ultimately made me decide that I never wanted to be like her. That's a different story for a different day, though.

I was raised with beliefs that I had absolutely no interest in. At one point in time, they would have meant the world to me. As I got older, though, I had developed quite the impassive face to wear while learning the 'ideals'. I found out that I was a witch at the age of five or six. I blew up the windows in my room after displaying quite the temper tantrum. From that point on, I was always emersed in learning of what I was to become. When my eldest sister and I continued to...disagree...on certain subjects, I finally decided that I wanted no part in it. I let my mother teach me how to be a perfect lady and my manners were impeccible. I always followed the rules and I still tend to because I hate getting in trouble. But I knew that I'd fully be able to express myself once I left for Hogwarts and that day couldn't have come sooner. On my eleventh birthday, I waited very impatiently for the family owl to arrive. I couldn't have been more ready to embrace some change in scenery.

Hell froze over the day that I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I was the first out of my family to be placed in the House. I was ecstatic, of course, but I knew that my sisters would think even less of me from that point on. The Sorting Hat made a comment that, 'I had the traits of a Slytherin, but my mind and heart where elsewhere.' I obviously didn't understand that at the time, but it became very clear to me over the years. I quickly made it to the top of my classes and loved the competitiveness among my classmates. Everyone loved learning as much as I did and it finally felt normal. I felt like I actually belonged for the first time in my entire life. I was never the wild party girl, but I did like to have fun; still do. I knew that if I really wanted to, I could have had a boyfriend in a snap. However, even though I got along better with the boys, didn't mean I wanted one following me around all the time. Now, in my sixth year, I'm worried about my OWLS and the like. I'm still known as the, 'really nice Black sister,' and I still love hearing it. I would rather be loved for who I am than loved for who I'm not.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Izobel, but Izzy and Belle work too [:
gender, FEmale
age, 19 !
other characters, n/a...yet.
experience, 10 years! Makes me feel old. ]:
how you found us, An add on a site
roleplay sample.

She still hadn’t looked at him in the eye, it was nearly impossible. There was reasoning behind her not telling him and one of the main reasons was embarrassment. She was ashamed of her decisions, and she just didn’t want to talk about it. Of course, he more than anyone deserved a full explanation. It sounds silly, but when she and Matthew started dating, she secretly wished that Anthony would come and take her away. To tell her that he was an idiot, but he didn’t want her to be with anyone else. He was a guy, though, so things like that rarely happened in real life. Instead, she had been ‘gifted’ with horrible experiences through her early adulthood. She went through more before she was twenty three than anyone the age of forty goes through. It was terrible and the pressures of everyday life and death had strained her. The only people who lost their spouses were the muggles who had family in the military. It was a depressing time for her and everything, all of the emotions, were starting to creep back up from hiding. She was, once again, going to have to experience all of her thoughts and actions during that time long ago. It was probably why she had started to cry and hadn’t noticed it. It made her feel weak, made the wall that she had built up around those memories come crumbling down in front of her. He had to know, though. He deserved an explanation, even if it hurt her.

"Honestly, you should have stepped up to them. You could've stayed with us and have brought Darrow then they wouldn't win in either situation. I am guessing though that you stayed with Darrow because there was no other parent for him? It has bothered me the most that I was told to never tell her about you. Had I been able to, it might have been easier for her to understand some of this." Again, he was right. He was nearly right about everything, even when she didn’t want him to be. She already knew it was her fault, so why not be hounded again for it? She had only had numerous earfuls from various family members and friends over the years; It was his turn now. No, it wasn’t completely all of her fault. The Lane’s were vicious and didn’t give her any options. Especially, when it came to Darrow. Looking up towards the ceiling slightly, she closed her teary eyes before bringing herself back down to Earth. She was sitting in front of the man she loved and the father of her daughter. The daughter that she hadn’t got to raise or even see until recently. It was like a slow torture just sitting there near him. Not wanting to look at him while she cried silently. Being this woman that was portrayed as a cold hearted bitch had it’s downfalls. One of them being that they were supposed to be emotionless. Now, Kristen was cold…from being a Vampire and a bitch…when it came to the ‘woman’ in Tony’s life. This façade that people had surrounded and affiliated her with was pretty far from the truth. What could she do about it, though?

Bringing her elbows up on the table, she let her head fall into her right hand slightly. She rubbed her temple slowly, trying to think of what to say. She knew he had more questions, but she just…she didn’t want to be depressed and crying the rest of the evening. She knew it’d be unavoidable at this point, though. "Pepper, I honestly can tell you that you should've did more. You have no idea, how hard it was to have a five year old ask you where her mother was. At least, you could tell Darrow that his father was gone." This made her look up to him, something she didn’t necessarily want to do. I know…this is a horrible excuse. But as of right now, it’s my only reasoning. I was…eighteen when I got married and nineteen when I had Darrow. Rain came along not too long after. In between the two, I had lost my husband. I was still a teenager when this family that I thought loved me, was telling me to do all of that. I didn’t know what to do…I was away from my immediate family…it was a terrible mistake. No one goes through all of that before the age of twenty three! Wiping her eyes once more, she let out a useless sigh before making eye contact once again. I’m sorry…I don’t know what else I can really say right now without having a nervous breakdown. With that being said, she looked away.

It was hard to tell what was going to happen with their relationship now. She hoped that by telling him that, it would help a little. Help him to understand just exactly what she was going through. Scooting out of the booth, she told him that she was going to get some fresh air. What that really meant was that she was going to get a drink and smoke outside. Walking up to the bar, she ordered a fire whiskey before making her way to the door. Once outside, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She wasn’t expecting the night to be like this, but hey, Sh*t happens. She had just finished half of a cigarette before she heard movement near her. Being an idiot like she was tonight, she had left her wand inside along with her purse. Before she knew it, someone had a hand on her mouth and had pushed her hard against the wall. She let a whimper, but she knew if he would turn around slightly, she could wrestle her way out of it. It didn’t look like that was going to happen anytime soon, though, Couldn’t she just catch a break, dammit?

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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