#9
Role
Name:
alecto carrow. she doesn't have a middle name.
Birthdate:
september 2nd, 1952
House:
slytherin
Residence:
a upper-middle class two story house in (literally) the middle of no where.
Classes:
ancient runes, astronomy, arithmancy, herbology, potions, transfiguration
Appearance:
Standing at 5’3”, Alecto has the certain level of beauty synonymous for the very family she comes from. There are many reasons why the Carrow family has always been held in such high regard, and the level of attractive features they bestow is simply one of those many reasons. Of the two children of Georgio Carrow, she truly is the one that stands out in the ground. With the palest skin, the palest hair and the brightest eyes there has often been a question of whether or not her mother had a certain relationship with some blonde-haired milkman. Still, when regarding the actual features it is clear to see that they are the same as those of her brother and that she merely differs in the coloring of her appearance. Nevertheless, the young Carrow girl with blonde hair has the appearance of a little princess, and a little princess she is. Bright blue eyes stand out against the pale ivory complexion of her very gentle skin. She has the skin of someone yet to go through puberty, though lucky for her she went through it without any conflict with that dreaded acne
As far as her figure goes, Alecto was never one to posess the curvaceous body known to pinup girls. She did not have the frame for such buxom features. She was thin and dainty and very much the girliest girl around. She had the beauty and the body to be adored and she knew it. She did not behold any child-bearing hips, nor did she have a chest that could knock out others as she turned corners. She was delicate, as a true lady should be. She was actually extremely fit and rather strong, though she rarely ever showed her strength. She had at one point wanted to play quidditch, and would practice at home when no one else was around. Her father quickly crushed that dream and informed her that quidditch was for men and that she would only ever be allowed to watch. She gave up on the sport, but the fit figure she attained remained. She was one to display her beauty for the world. After all, it was all that was every truly important; the rest of her would come to the forefront when need be.
History:
As the youngest of Georgio and Amelie Carrow’s children, Alecto received the fruit of her parent’s generosity. The two were so close in age and so close in general, that there were not truly many differences between what they received, by nevertheless, Ali was the princess. From birth she was her mother’s doll. Amelie doted on her youngest daughter. She taught her the ways of being truly feminine and the importance of being beautiful. Her mother taught her manipulation, if only through simply observing the dynamics of how her parents related to one another. That was another thing about her, Alecto was skilled at watching the reactions and interactions of those around her. She knew how to read people and was very skilled in understanding the true meanings of what those around her were saying. Nevertheless, her father never built any relationship with his youngest. That would be entirely improper, but he made up for any lack of true familial bonds through materialistic ideals. She was always receiving little gifts here and there. It made things wonderful.
Alecto and Amycus were closer than most siblings. She trusted her brother and his judgment above those of anyone else around her. He was bit too overprotective in her opinion, but she had found ways to get around it. They fought, as all siblings do, and at school she found it difficult to talk to him, but they were family and she was raised to hold family above all else. The strength of their family and the relationships therein were what would keep her safe. Nothing else mattered. Her brother was her best friend, and the one person she couldn’t stand, but he was her brother and she held him on a pedestal. He was her closest confidant, though she barely told him anything.
Life had been easy for the youngest Carrow girl. She had no wars to fight and no monetary issues to even consider worrying about. She was the closest thing to royalty one could find. She knew she had an easier life than some of her peers but she did the best with the cards she was dealt. She never complained when things went wrong and merely dealt with them as she needed to. Life was fine as long as it did not change. She could deal with what she was forced to deal with and she kept so much locked inside no one ever questioned her. She was brought up to be a lady and a lady she would remain.
Personality: The Carrow family has been one of the purest families ever to exist in the wizarding world. With that comes a certain air of dignity and arrogance. Alecto truly was a member of the family. Her most noteworthy trait being her beauty, she knew of the thoughts that ran through the minds of the boys around her and even the occasional professor. Beauty was her bargaining tool and she used it to the best of her ability. Whether casual flirting got her what she wanted or better yet, got her out of what she did not want, she had mastered the art of using her appearance to sway the minds and opinions of the male sex. All she had to do was allow a gentle smile to replace her standard stare of dignity and propriety and she won. They’d fall at her feet and answer her every beck and call. Rumors of the ease of getting with the youngest Carrow girl inevitable circled, but the fact was that they were rumors. She, moreso than most, trusted in the safety of being dignified and chaste. She was known to flirt and her hand occasionally grazed the arms of the boys around her, but the truth was that she was very selective about those she truly opened up to. She was adored for simply being looked at; who’s to say that if she allowed the majority of those who basked in her presense would stay if they truly knew her? Ali feared nothing more than being completely and utterly alone. She did not like independence. She did not like sexual freedom. Alecto trusted in tradition and the security of knowing there was someone to protect her. Being forced to use her other skills, those that had been hidden, frightened her more than life itself.
Those outside of her house saw her as the cold, spoiled, bratty little princess of the Slytherin house. She was just like the rest of them, rude and elitest and only trusting in those of similar heritage. While that may have been true there was much more they ignored. Alecto was loyal to no end. She gave her word to defend those close to her and would no matter what. Her friends were like her family and her sisters were a part of her. If you insult them, you are attacking the very core of who she is. While she believed in the importance of propriety and rarely ever started an argument, Alecto Carrow could be one of the most outspoken people in the entire school. She knew insults that would cause girls to break down and cry. It was a side of her personality she only unleashed when needing to defend herself or someone she loved, but it was a situation she often found herself in. She did not trust those she did not know and that was where the cold first impression came from. In her experience, muggles and mudbloods were not worth the time and those who defended them could not be trusted to stay true to those of a pure nature. She liked where she was and the people she knew and she felt no need to go and befriend gryffindors or anything like that. They did not want to be her friend anyway so why should it matter? As far as the princess attitude goes, yes she was one. She was the baby and her daddy’s little princess. She was doted on and always got whatever she wanted and she learned how to get what she wanted at school. She could not be blamed for simply being better than her peers and her attitude may have more than once allowed that belief to shine through but what did it matter? She was pure. She was a Carrow. She was more beautiful and more intelligent than they could ever hope to be. Who cared if she didn’t bother to hide what the rest of the world already knew? There was nothing wrong with being an elitest if it was merited. And in God’s name, not speaking those inferior persons of unworthy birth was enough to merit any cold actions made by young, little, Alecto.
Amycus was the boy and the heir and received all the responsibilities that came with that role. Ali was left to be the pretty little girl. She knew she had more to offer, but no one really cared. She was incredible at charms. Her skills surpassed her brothers when he had been a fifth year. It didn’t really matter though. Alecto was the type of girl meant to be the queen bee. She was meant to rule through the man she married. She was not born to do great things on her own, but to do them through the men in her life. She had the skills to manipulate people into doing whatever it was she pleased and she accepted that as her fate. It didn’t make her less happy. She flirted and she giggled and she gossiped and she shopped and she did generally girly things knowing full well that one day she would marry and she would have children and she would teach them the importance of being proper and the importance of being discrete. She would always be loyal to those she pledged her love and/or allegiance to. She was a woman. She lacked the anatomy her brother had and she simply had to make the best of her situation.
Ali wasn’t meek. She was gentle, especially gentle in her cruelty, and she was soft, but she was not meek. She knew exactly who she was and exactly where she came from and her pride was bigger than any stupid lion she had ever had to deal with. She would not be the first to attack, but she would defend her status with such ferocity people often mistook her for the instigator. The fact of the matter was the she hated change. She hated when people left, she hated when things took a different route than they were supposed to. She liked being the center of attention and she liked having a crowd of boys following her around. She liked things the way they were and she would do whatever she could to keep them that way. More than anything she was afraid that things would change and she would not longer be in the company of others. She thrived off of the energy of her peers and she loved being with people, fighting with them, sitting with them, anything. She needed to be around people and she feared that she may one day no longer have that. So she did whatever she could to ensure that those people stayed by her side.
RP Entry: It was unreal. Well, no. It was perfectly real and completely feasible, but just unexpected for most. It was hard to explain. At the ripe age of sixteen, Alecto Carrow had always been a lady. She had been raised to be dainty and delicate, and though she was rude, people often only realized the true nature of the things she said until after they had departed from the conversation. She was rightfully sorted into Slytherin house, her ideals, attitude and just general personality fit perfectly with the house she belonged to.
As she sat in the owlery, closing the letter addressed to her father, she felt her hands clench into tight fists. Aly was one of the angriest people to ever grace the halls of the school, though most would never even know. She was far too reserved and stuck up for the world to see how angry she really was. Pretending that she was indifferent to the fact that there were mudbloods and halfbloods in her classes was waning away at her. Actually, the current situation at the ministry was affecting her more than anything else. Her family was known for being loyal to the dark lord. Now with those horrid ghosts trying to ruin everything that the death eaters and darker side have been fighting to obtain, Aly wanted nothing more than to join the ranks and prove to the traitors how stupid and unworthy they were. Not to mention that this dire situation put her family at risk. Her father was almost always at the ministry doing some odd job, but that was beside the point. He was a Carrow, and had pledged his allegiance to the dark lord.
Standing up and turning on her heals, Aly walked over to the same white owl she used to send all of her letters. She was shaking as she attached the small piece of parchment. No one that she spoke to understood how truly frustrated and angry she was. She was sixteen, too young to be considered for the ranks of the death eaters. She was her mother’s princess, meant to marry a death eater, not become one herself. Letting the owl go off on its journey, Alecto crossed her arms over her chest and took several deep breaths, watching her letter be whisked away. There were so many different thoughts rushing through her head, she could barely keep them straight. She needed to talk about it, but there was no one she trusted enough to talk with. So her anger merely boiled and she felt her temper shorten.
It was all becoming too much for her. Listening to the idiotic drabble of her peers was driving her insane. They were so ignorant to the things going on. All they cared about was who was screwing whom and whether or not so-and-so was really trying to get into what’s-his-name’s pants. It was pointless. Adolescence was pointless. She wanted to scream. She wanted to do anything, but sit and wait for something horrible to happen. So instead, she watched letter disappear out of sight, her hands clenched so tightly in fists that her knuckles turned white. She was so angry, and there was nothing she could do and no one she could talk to.
