Post by Jamie Smith on Oct 1, 2010 20:29:02 GMT -5
JAMIE ANA SMITH
ADULT
ADULT
NICKNAME: n/a
BIRTHDATE: 12/29
AGE: 22
PREVIOUS HOUSE: Slytherin
BLOOD STATUS: Pure-Blood
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
WAND: Ebony, Veela Hair, 9 inches
OCCUPATION: Head Death Eater, Head Auror
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PERSONALITY
BOGGART: Azkaban, death, and having no control over what happens to her.
DEMENTOR: The memory of her father trying to murder her in a drunken rage in her 5th year over Christmas Holidays.
AMORTENTIA: Firewhiskey, parchment, ebony wood.
VERITASERUM: She killed her own father.
PATRONUS: Wolf
SPECIAL POWERS: Animagus, Black with white stripe running diagonally across her back.
LIKES:
• Inventing or modifying spells, dueling
• Busy work.
• Having something to hold over someone’s head, being better than others, having power over them.
• Dueling
• Studying past powerful wizard and witches
• Putting muggles and mudbloods in their plave.
DISLIKES:
• Muggles/ mudbloods
• Aurors
• Having nothing to do
• Unorganized spaces & dirty spaces
• Loudmouths and traitors
STRENGTHS:
• Transfiguration
• Potions
• Good under pressure
• Occulemency
• Resistance to the Imperius curse
• Legilimency
WEAKNESSES:
• Her short temper
• Her past could easily earn her a life sentence in Azkaban if anyone were to find anything out about it.
• Her talent for making enemies
• More in depth common healing spells
• Her hatred can sometimes lead to more of a grudge, making her draw out the fight, rather than letting go of it and just taking care of business.
• Her youth. Though she is sharper than most people her age, she still tends to either blow past steps, or try to rush things.
HABITS Jamie has slightly long nails (not fake nail length, but enough to leave a decent scratch), and tends to rub the nails on the bottom of her fingers, such as her pointing finger on the bottom of her thumb, etc, when in thought. She also alternates to tapping her wand on her thigh when in thought.
GENERAL PERSONALITY:
Jamie is a very cold soul. She is dark, and tends to keep herself to herself. She prefers to be alone, and hates crowds, particularly when she has to be in them, rather than observing from afar. Jamie likes to study people and their actions, and often holds others in contempt and thinks the commoners are beneath her. Jamie is very smart and hates to lie around doing nothing. She often seeks out activities, such as modifying and inventing spells, brewing potions just to have them around, and just plain fidgeting to take in the actions and observe them. Jamie is very organized, and hates clutter and filthiness.
Jamie holds most people in disdain, and tends to stay away from them if possible. As a pureblood, she holds all muggles and mudbloods in contempt and takes advantage of any chance to harm or hinder them and going undetected. She does not have a problem hurting or killing people if they get in her way or cross her. She is nearly sadistic with her victims, and shows no remorse. Jamie has a short temper that is often easily lit by do-gooders and nosy people.
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HISTORY
• Kenneth Smith, 51, Father- Deceased
• Angelina Smith, 32, Mother- Deceased
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy
RESIDENCE: A decent sized estate in the outskirts of London (Smith Estate)
PETS: A large Tortoise shell cat with bright green eyes, rarely seen. A large, black owl.
HISTORY:
Jamie was raised just outside of London by her widowed father, Kenneth Smith, a pureblood fanatic that was strict and most often drunk. Her mother had died nearly two days after having Jamie, due to complications. Both parents were talented, but only Jamie’s mother had managed to lead a productive life before becoming married. Jamie’s father was often cruel and most often in at least a semi drunken state for most of Jamie’s life. Kenneth also set up wards to begin teaching his daughter magic before she entered Hogwarts, which included transfiguration and potions. Jamie quickly became adept in these studies, yet kept it quiet when she was enrolled in Hogwarts. She soon left the pub her father owned, the Poisoned Apple, and went to school, doing well in most of her classes. She often got into fights with others, but nothing was serious enough to earn more than a few detentions.
In her first year, Jamie often held the other students in contempt, thinking them beneath her for not having the foot in the door that she did. In the second year, however, the work became tougher, nad was quickly coupled with work in her original studied piled upon her by her father during the holidays. In her third year, Jamie excelled, loving the challenge of the classes and having something to do. She often bewitched her chess sets to play against her, yet that quickly grew tedious and old. Soon, out of boredom, Jamie began to attempt transfigurations of her body in her fourth year, including attempts at becoming an animagus. However, she was set back during the Christmas Holidays of her fifth year, when her father attacked her during a drunken rage, slicing her back open, and attempted to murder her. She was able to fend her father off and stem the bleeding before being taken to St. Mungos by her father, who said it was a dueling practice accident, the next day. She stayed to recover and heal for nearly 2 weeks, slowing down her studies and earning her plenty of homework with her professors form Hogwarts. The wound on her back soon became a scar, which showed as a white line of fur when she finally succeeded in becoming an animagus in the form of a black wolf, in the middle of her sixth year. After the episode that led to St. Mungos, Jamie and her father stayed away from each other, despite being in the same home.
Finally, at the end of her seventh year, Kenneth was murdered by his own daughter, who quickly framed a muggle, who was found dead in the home with a knife, having committed suicide after being forced to through the Imperius Curse.
The next year, following the reformation of the Death Eaters, Jamie joined them, allowing the Poisoned Apple become her front for whatever covert poisonings that needed doing for the group, while also being willing to fight for them when the time came.
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THE CREATOR
AGE: 17
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: 6 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A]
ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE:
Arya startled at the sound of armor on stone wall, and looked around. The guards around her were flying backwards into the stone walls around them. Arya's horse panicked, rearing, as the halfling herself caught a glimpse of the blurred form. She steadied her horse, trying to avoid the large chunks of rubble it was scrambling over to get away.
Arya froze, though, as the voice reached her. She looked back, her sword out and at the ready as she tried to suppress a shudder. She caught the build of the man's body first, and her eyes traveled upwards quickly, caught in a confused and frightened chaos by the voice. Then she met his face as lightning split the sky, revealing it, and she jerked back, suddenly aware, before she looked into his eyes. "Molonol," she whispered breathlessly.
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