Post by liss on Feb 15, 2010 15:24:47 GMT 10
Ava Genevieve Sybottle
NAME ;; ava genevieve
NICKNAMES ;; ava, gen,
AGE ;; twenty one
DATE OF BIRTH ;; october 31, 1977
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; pure blood, witch
YEAR ;; graduate
HOUSE ;; slytherin alumni
OCCUPATION ;; the 'after' model for madam primpernelle's
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; straight.. mostly. XD
PLAY-BY ;; blake lively
AVA is ;;
--- HIGH MAINTENANCE ;; Ava requires more attention, more energy and more money than possibly any witch you've ever met. She refuses to wear anything twice, and you can forget trying to outdo her on anything. She simply must have the best of everything; the best friends [in her own opinion], the best clothes, the best parties, etc. It's a trait inherited directly from her father, but we'll get into that later, yeah?
--- INTIMIDATING ;; Sometimes Ava means to be intimidating. If you think you'll be challenging her in any way, you're wrong. She holds her ground and knows how to assert her power. Outsiders often find that she can be quick to judge and very hard to impress. There are other times when her intimidation factor is not realized. She's very high-energy, and sometimes her propensity to balance a reputation, her looks, her life in general at such a fast pace can make heads spin. Even from her Hogwarts days, she's held that unattainable factor that makes it seem as if she is otherworldly.
--- INSECURE ;; If you're a stranger, you would never suspect that Ava is one of the most insecure individuals in the whole of London. Her sometimes condescending and always overpowering nature it an attempt to assure herself that she is either safe, or pretty, or smart. Her insecurity stems directly from a mother insistent on a perfect daughter. Vivienne required that Ava become a lady at quite a young age, and although she's gone a bit rebellious, the child within refuses to relinquish its power over how she feels that she must look, must act, and must BE.
NAME'S patronus is a ;; fox
NAME'S boggart takes the form of ;; dark silence.
NAME adores ;; flames, loudness, storms, firewhiskey, flying, gilderoy lockhart, cats, cecily centura, formal attire, her father
NAME abhors ;; the ministry of magic, owls, silence, being alone, not being the center of things, goblins, muggles, aurors, her mother, nightmares.
The Sybottle family is well know. How well known, you ask? Well, they've actually begun to take measures to become more.. private. But before we get into the present time, let's go back a bit, to Cornelius Sybottle Jr.'s time. He was being bred to take over the family fortune, although always under his father's thumb, even after his father's death. Cornelius Sr. chose his son's wife even as his health was declining with age. He had chosen from a family bred just as fine as their own, entwined secretively with the Slytherin history.
Vivienne Marcheline was selected from France to marry Cornelius Jr., and she certainly presented herself well as a trophy wife. She had always been a particularly charming woman, though she was frightfully domineering at home. Within the first year of their marriage, Vivienne became pregnant with Ava. Although the family was thrilled to already have been under way, Cornelius needed a successor. Two years after Ava's birth came the arrival of a boy, under most suspicious circumstances. From then on, the family began to learn the benefits of privacy.
Although they were easily recognized in a social event, they learned to keep business ventures private and familial ties completely under wraps until completely certain. Vivienne began breeding Ava at a young age to become a future trophy wife. Her daughter had to be perfect and reflect the youth of the Sybottle family. Ava's rebellious nature never really kicked in until she recieved her Hogwarts letter. She was sorted into Slytherin, where she learned the true meaning of power, parties, and how to rise to the top.
At Hogwarts, Ava was rather successful. She dated some of the most important Slytherin boys and although she did sleep around a bit, it was never openly discussed. One did not dare to speak negatively of her, for fear of being exiled, which Ava could easily arrange. Vivienne, though, kept close watch on her daughter and was appalled by her partying and sleeping around. Although she attempted to exert a stiff hand over Ava, it didn't work quite well.
As Ava graduated, she learned what real freedom meant. She intended to find a husband, sure, but she wasn't stupid enough to think that her family wouldn't have something to do with it. Her brother would inherit most the family's assets and fortune, so she wouldn't have to worry about taking hold of the future. She became careless and giddy with delight in her newfound freedom, quickly becoming a frequent figure in the social scene of the wizarding world.
Despite the rain, Drew continued swinging the bat, the crack never satisfying or loud enough. He'd been at this bucket of baseballs for at least an hour, he was completely soaked, but he didn't notice. He knew he needed a release if he was going to get through this entire ordeal in one piece. He'd bought a bucket of 100 baseballs and had brought his old baseball bat out to the vacant field adjacent to the cemetery and had took to tossing a ball up and releasing fire, sending them hundreds of yards away.
He was clad in his brother's Santa Monica Police Department shirt from training and a pair of shorts that he'd have to thrown on his funeral clothes over in a moment. A towel, a black suit jacket, and black pants waited in his car as he swung at the last ball, releasing tremendous effort and a loud groan. He watched it for a moment as it sailed away, then turned his back, marching off the field bringing only his bat. He was parked relatively close, it took him only moments to reach it and toss the bat towards the back.
Grabbing a towel, he ran it over his hair vigorously until it was in some sort of semblance of dryness. Quickly, he slipped the t-shirt off, wrung it out, then slipped it back on; he hadn't been able to bring himself to let it sit in his closet untouched. Now, he shoved his arms into his black suit jacket and buttoned it up, only the grey collar of the t-shirt was visible. In one last preparatory movement, he tossed the black pants on over his shorts, still not noticing that they were freezing and soaked, much like the rest of him.
Sure, he wasn't the first person at his own brother's funeral, but he couldn't be. He knew it would be hard enough to stay with the casket alone, much less stand with his parents. Now, as she jogged up the hill, passing quite a few people, he found his mother and father and stood behind them, a hand on his mom's shoulder as the last of the guests introduced themselves. He generally kept his eyes cast downward, but caught a glimpse of a girl once, Elliott Temple. He knew she had been James' partner, and had heard that she was one hell of a woman.
Something about her made him watch her go, watch were she went. Her face was ragged with grief, he could tell, and although everyone was grieving the loss of his well-loved brother, there was something different about the look on her face. As the last person passed and gave their condolences, Drew hugged his mother tightly and kissed her cheek. "I love you, I'll be right back, okay?" He touched his father's shoulder gently and got a quick nod from him as he tentatively made his way over to her.
This had always been his way, comforting everyone else even when it had been his loss. He had always felt a deep empathy for other people and a compulsion to at least say something. He slowed his steps and came to a stop behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder very, very lightly. Clearing his throat, he said the first thing that came to mind that wouldn't be completely odd. "Thank you for coming. It means the world." It actuality, he'd wanted to say, 'Please don't cry, are you okay? Can I help you?' and a myriad of other things. But that surely would have been... odd in a situation such as this. Everything needed to be dulled today.
Hey there! I'm Liss. I'm 16, and I've been been role playing for eh, about 6 years. I found ATP through elliephaaaant<3. My favorite Harry Potter is numero uno.
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