Post by aviva angelica black on Dec 23, 2010 14:45:11 GMT 10
AVIVA LAYNE OKENELL
NAME ;; Aviva Layne Okenell
NICKNAMES ;; None
AGE ;; 16
DATE OF BIRTH ;; February 15th
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood, caucasian
YEAR ;; Sixth
HOUSE ;; Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION ;; Student
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Avril Lavigne
Aviva is ;;
--- IMPATIENT ;; Aviva gets twitchy if something takes too long. She was raised with people coming to her right away, telling her things right away, all that. If you hold it over her head that you know what her Christmas present is, or something, she’ll go to lengths to prevail over your secrecy and brain power to find out what it is. I guess that’s also persistent. If something/someone is bothering her and she asks them to stop, and they don’t stop immediately, she’ll get super annoyed and angry. Like anybody would. She walks fast, gets annoyed when people walk slow...she’s a fast-moving person, physically and emotionally.
--- OUTSPOKEN ;; Yep, Aviva sure is outspoken. Being a back talker, one slip of the tongue can land her in the dungeons pickling frog tongues in detention. She doesn’t think before she speaks, so that can sure get her in trouble. Her parents didn’t tolerate talking back, so she sometimes spent hours up in her room ‘thinking about what she did’ when she was too young to go to Hogwarts. She’s turned off several would be friends by slips of the tongue, and she never bites her lip. Ever. And she never takes back what she says, regardless of whether or not it’s offensive or anything.
--- CLEVER ;; Alright, say one of Aviva’s friends is in a bind. She can think up a last-minute tall tale that sounds like it really happened and isn’t overly cheesy. She’s a good actress, can wiggle out of tight spots (as Lucius Malfoy would say, ‘snakelike’) and could get away with shop lifting. Actually, she has gotten away with shoplifting, but that’s another story. She is very spontaneous (in a good way) and has had lots of practice with it.
Aviva patronus is a ;; weasel
Aviva boggart takes the form of ;; a giant spider
Aviva adores ;; Metamorphmaguses, unicorns, You-Know-Who, breaking rules, being clean, pygmy puffs, pumpkin pasties, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Quick-Quotes Quills, Monster Books, Transfiguration and Divination.
Aviva abhors ;; Charms, Licorice Wands, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Astronomy, goodygoodies, girly girls, people who think they’re perfect, people who think they’re funny, the color lime green, people who are obsessed with rainbows and Seeking in Quidditch.
The story starts in Aviva’s parents’ sixth year at Hogwarts.
Lyreecia, or Lyric, O’Connell was dating a boy named Charlie. Charlie Okenell. Lyric was a Ravenclaw and Charlie was a Slytherin, so they didn’t have classes together much, but made to see each other whenever they could. Between classes, free periods, weekends...it seemed as though the two were glued together, separated only for lessons and when they were in Common Rooms.
They dated for the rest of their sixth year, but never saw each other over the summer. As a result, Charlie started dating someone else, a homeschooled half-blood named Syrana Atkins. When Lyric found this out, she was terribly upset and swore she would never speak to Charlie again. She, at the beginning of their final year, was christened Head Girl, but basically hid out in the Ravenclaw Common Room for the first two months of the school year.
Then, once while heading to Transfiguration, Lyric wasn’t watching where she was going and bumped into Charlie by mistake. She told him off and since she was feeling snappish, put him in detention, but really did miss him. She continued to run into him over the course of the year. Finally, in February, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She asked him to meet her in the Courtyard to have a “talk about his rule-breaking habits” but really to ask him out again and to get things straight. Charlie didn’t want to argue with the Head Girl and agreed to meet her on one of the benches in the Courtyard.
She asked him why he cheated, and after hearing his explanation, asked him out again. She really felt a little angry he chose his friends’ taunts over his and her relationship, but as her grandmother always said, peer pressure was hard for teenage boys. They made up and went out once more.
They went out for the remainder of the year, and then applied in the same office in the Ministry. They worked together and dated until they were 20, at which time they got engaged. Six months later they married, and went to live in Hogsmeade. They still went to work everyday. Except for when, four years later, Lyric got pregnant. Lyric quit her job at the Ministry and Charlie left to run a shop in Hogsmeade, so he would have shorter work hours so he could watch Lyric more.
When Lyric’s parents, Jim and Jenna, found out that Lyric was pregnant, they lost contact with her. They thought it was a sin to do that thing so young, so they decided they would not contact her anymore.
Nine months later, Lyric gave birth to Aviva Layne Okedell, on a February 15th, at St. Mungo’s Hospital. As she grew up, it seemed clear she was very smart, but had the slight tainted bit of arrogance that used to power Charlie’s swagger in his step. She spent most days learning Potions with her father, who now ran an apothecary in Hogsmeade, having permanently left his Ministry occupation.
When Aviva was eleven, on August 1st, she got her Hogwarts letter. A week from the leave date for the train, Charlie, Aviva and Lyric booked a room in the Leaky Cauldron for a vaca and to get Aviva’s things. Then, they left for Platform 9 ¾ so Aviva could board the train. She did so reluctantly, but promised to write weekly. And so she started her first year at Hogwarts.
Finding herself in a crammed compartment, Aviva became her current social-butterfly self, making lots of buds. All these people were raised on the Magic Is Might idea, and within months, talked her into it.
(This is from a Percy Jackson roleplay)
Yasmin felt kind of weird meeting some half-siblings of hers for the first time; it felt so weird thinking they were related and this wasn't sort of like an extremely intense 365-day/year summer camp. Yasmin stared at the green walls, half-excited, half elephants in her stomach instead of butterflies. This was weird. It was fun but weird. The Cabin Leader girl was still conversing with the, as Yasmin labeled it, girl with the awesome shirt. Abstract-ish shirts, if you wanted to break a world record for most of them, you could steal Yasmin's closet at home, somehow. But now all Yasmin had was a few of them. Like a trillionth, to her, of her whole collection.
The brunette older girl turned around. She flashed Yasmin a smile, something Yasmin found somewhat reassuring, and greeted her.. After that, she asked Awesome Shirt (or, to use her correct name, Miranda) to help her find a bunk for Yasmin. "Thanks," she said. "I haven't gotten lost really or anything yet but—I haven't done much." Yasmin smiled at Jolie, her year at Camp Half-Blood had gotten off to a good yet extremely brief start. When Jolie next complimented her dressing style, Yasmin's Mood Meter took a boost once more. "Thanks!" she said. "I like your outfit a lot—especially your shirt." Yasmin picked up her backpack and trotted a bit closer to the two girls.
Just as she was about to say something else, the door burst open. In trotted a boy. Yasmin's first thought was that his hair looked somewhat like Justin Bieber's. Not that she liked Justin Bieber much. He looked a bit depressed to Yasmin, but suddenly put on a smile that looked so realistic she forgot he had ever looked extremely depressed. He started talking to Jolie, smiled at Yasmin and Miranda, commented on the wall color, and introduced himself. Crispen Hale. He asked what their names were.
"Oh hi, Crispen—I'm Yasmin, Yasmin Redmond." She smiled at him. Yasmin felt she had had enough of smiling to last her awhile, but didn't voice it. Not that these were artificial smiles anyway.
Another voice came from the doorway. In bounded a brunette girl with a brown bob. She yelled a greeting, addressed Crispen and Jolie, and noticed Yasmin and Miranda. "I see you've already met the cabin leader, and Crispen of course. I'm Bree Sanders," she said. Unlike Crispen, she didn't comment on the new wall coloring. Bree talked a little more about boys and other peoples' relationships. Yasmin had never had a boyfriend, her father had always been overprotective. No late night parties, he got to monior her texts. With going to this camp, those restrictions were going to be bid a fond farewell.
This Bree girl, to Yasmin, seemed extremely talkative. She mumbled about bunks. She tried to wipe some mud off her jeans. Aaaand she talked some more. "Oh yeah, what's your names anyway? I'm Bree." She paused. "Wait...I said that already, didn't I?"
"Hi Bree. I'm Yasmin," said Yasmin. "I'll be right back," Bree said as she headed towards the bathroom. "I need to change my jeans." Yasmin wasn't sure she would like this girl much, but maybe that was just a bad first impression. Shrugging, she set her Jansport back down again. In the midst of Crispen and Bree entering, she had forgotten all about it.
Hey there! I'm Maria. I'm 13, and I've been been role playing for about 3 years. I found LMCI through Liberacorpus RP. My favorite Harry Potter is all of them.
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