<font face="georgia" size="5"><i>out of character.</i></font>
<small><b>NAME:</b></small> Hailey
<small><b>AGE:</b></small> 21
<small><b>E-MAIL / INSTANT MESSAGING:</b></small> hells elles
<small><b>TIMEZONE:</b></small> PST
<small><b>EXPERIENCE:</b></small> Currently playing Bellatrix at <lj user=inlimis> and Eloise here at <lj user=riddikulus>
<font face="georgia" size="5"><i>in character.</i></font>
<small><b>FULL NAME:</b></small> Naomi Love Rowley
<small><b>AGE/BIRTHDATE:</b></small> 17; November 21st, making her a <a href= http://www.astrology-online.com/scorpio.htm>Scorpio</a>.
<small><b>HOUSE AND YEAR:</b></small> 6th year Slytherin.
<small><b>BLOODLINE:</b></small> Pureblood
small><b>WAND:</b></small> 11” Ebony with a core of Hydra scale.
<small><b>SEXUALITY:</b></small> Straight.
<small><b>USERNAME:</b></small> http://www.scribbld.net/users/greenlove/
<small><b>PLAYED BY:</b></small> Willa Holland
<small><b>PERSONALITY:</b></small> Arrogant, confident, and an utter elitist, there are few who would deem Naomi their friend. Even some of her pureblood ilk might find her snappish personality to be trying, for she does not lower her standards for them. No – if anything, she expects those of lofty pedigree to hold themselves to a higher standards, for they are, indeed, more important than the rest of them, and ought to express such through certain behavior and standards. She takes pride in her heritage, pride in her appearance, pride in her account at Gringotts and… Naomi is very prideful.
While her irritation is usually expressed through waspish sarcasm, when truly tried, her anger is a thing to behold. She will yell, she will swear, and she will deliver every low blow there is. Commenting upon family deaths, poverty, or any other unfortunate scenario is not beneath her, for truly, her conscience is the size of a pea. Revenge is also an act that Naomi will engage in, and while she is not the sort to brashly fisticuff in the middle of the courtyard, she is the sort to take her time and plot. A week may go by, or even a month, but those that Naomi deems worthy of revenge will most likely be subject to her nefarious plans. Someone’s shampoo may be replaced with a hair loss potion, for example, or their significant other led to believe they were cheating.
On that same line of thought, Naomi knows how to get what she wants. She is an ambitious young woman, which is not a poor quality in itself, and also very bright. While she does not take to wandwork very well, she does take a shine to matters such as History (one of her favorite courses), Potions, and other such subjects that encourage deliberate thought. To her friends she is completely loyal … unless they prove a sinking ship, at which point Naomi will exit stage left. This is only if they are falling due to matters she does not agree with, such as socializing with the wrong people. Otherwise Naomi will have their back so long as they have hers, and will gladly kick anyone to the curb who tries to mess with them.
<small><b>HISTORY:</b></small> The Rowleys long ago made their fortune through an importing, exporting business that supplied much of Europe with exotic goods. They originally specialized in the finding and selling of magical creatures – the buyers’ interests ranging from domestication to experimentation – though these days they are the go-to people for anything of interest. Looking for a specific magical item? The Rowleys will use their global contacts to try and find it for you. Hoping to find a particular exotic plant? They will again find a dealer to sell it to you, in this case serving as the middle man. Naomi’s mother’s side, the Buxtons, are a pureblood family of new money.
Because of this, it is easy to see how Naomi grew up quite the spoiled little girl. Anything her heart desired, she got, her parents much preferring to make her happy with presents than face her impending wrath if she were left dissatisfied. Toys, pets, dresses – they were all offered to her, and all greedily accepted. Through this she learned how the power of her tongue – and the subsequent sharpness of it – could get her what she wanted; she kept that important fact close to heart. Growing up, she attended all the big galas and parties with her pureblood chums, and when the time came, she received her letter to attend Hogwarts.
It was little surprise when she was sorted into Slytherin – though to the girl it was a secret relief. What if she had been sorted into Gryffindor? Or worse, Hufflepuff? But no, she soon found her niche with her green and bronze comrades, and has fallen into line ever since. Despite her proper upbringing, she has a habit of swearing with enough vigor and creativity to make a sailor blush, and has developed the chic fad of smoking. It’s not a surprising sight to find her cornered away somewhere having a fag. Her loyalty to her House, however, and her expectations for their growth and development, must have made her stand out because she was made a prefect come her fifth year. While this was initially a surprise to the girl, Naomi took the responsibility surprisingly seriously. She has always demanded their best, and now she was in a position to better pressure it.
<font face="georgia" size="5"><i>samples.</i></font>
<small><b>FIRST PERSON SAMPLE:</b></small>
Listen up boys and girls—
If I have to read one more piece of journal drivel about how girl X wishes boy Y would <i>only notice her</i> I am going to fucking vomit. The same goes both ways. If you’re crying that hard, do something about it; get laid, and leave your angst at the door. It’s not like these school romances ever go anywhere anyway.
Grow a pair already.
Note to self:
Heckle Auntie Magda to send another box of fags. She only sent me two packs this week and I’ll be out by tomorrow.
XOXO
<i>Naomi</i>
<small><b>THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:</b></small> Sharp but sure, the school bell rang to alert students of the impending lunch in the Great Hall. Where adolescents once lounged in the corridors, strolled through the gardens, or perhaps panicked in the library, most all of them gave into the blessed hymn that announced food was on the way. A strange hush overcame the campus during this time, at least for those who were not seated beside rowdy Housemates at their assigned tables, but Eloise found it quite therapeutic. It was not uncommon for her to forgo eating indoors for taking advantage of the empty pitch, as she had done on this day.
Thirty minutes after the bell first rang, Eloise emerged from the locker room with her blond hair damp and dripping onto her crisp white collar. Said collar, askew upon her neck, was crookedly fashioned due to inattentive fastening that married the wrong button with the wrong slit. But the girl was unaware -- as she typically was about such things -- though it might have been due to the thoughtful look that weighed upon her brow. Her limbs still moved with their jaunty swing, and her damp lips pursed with their usual whistle, but those that knew her knew there was something of heavier mien upon her mind. The source might be her face, which her fingertips absently touched upon with foreign curiosity. Indeed, the smoothness that it now showed was a recent event -- especially for those who had not seen her in the past few days.
Catching herself in this poor attempt at awkward vanity, Eloise flicked her hand away from her face and instead lowered it to its familiar place -- a thumb casually hooked into the band of her skirt. Now walking across the Quidditch field with a lazy, swinging gait, Eloise gave her broom a few light twirls in her hand, her agile fingers spinning it about, until poising the tip on her palm and attempting to walk with it balanced in the air. This of course ruined her straightforward stride and caused her to weave to and fro in order to keep the thing poised bristle-up, with her eyes narrowed and tongue emerging in concentration.
