Post by ancirkhaldi on Jun 30, 2009 5:55:15 GMT
The Roleplayer
Alias: Taffy
Age: 13 [turning 14 in August, though]
Location: United States
How did you hear about this site: It was listed on a top Hogwarts RP sites list-thing.
Any other Comments: Erm, pleased to meet you?
The Character
Name: Ancir Khaldi
Nicknames: Annie, Cir
Age: 15
Year: 5th
House: Admin decides.
Blood: Halfblood
Wand: Birch wood, 7 and a half inches, Thestral hair core
Pets: Harmonica, a band-bellied owl
Patronus: Raven [crow]
Boggart: A child being mutilated
Personality: Ancir isn't shy, but she is withdrawn. She doesn't leap into a conversation right away, and often doesn't go and seek conversation, but not for a lack of things to say. In fact, once engaged, she 'never shuts up.' Similarly, she doesn't like approaching other people in most situations, and prefers to instead be the one approached. She doesn't like being the aggressor, or the one to start a fight, she doesn't like being in hostile situations in general, but very much fancies watching them. Her words generally alternate between being careful and almost poetic, and being blatant and cryptic, leaning more towards the latter in delicate situations.
Ancir tends to observe situations before joining them, and likes being on top of things. That isn't to say she can't be very lazy, but she likes being aware and three steps ahead of what's expected of her. She sometimes thinks too little, and other times too much, but either way she's very stubborn about the validity of the conclusion of her thoughts.
Appearance: Ancir has a long face with a soft jaw and a defined nose. Her eyes are a peculiar sort of almond shape, almost like distorted semicircles, and they are dark brown in color. Her lips are somewhere between thin and full, closer, by far, to full, and the top lip had a distinctly angular shape.
Her hair is messy, naturally light blond, and goes down to the ends of her shoulder blades when loose; it's very slightly wavy toward the ends, and usually held up haphazardly in a bun. She stands at about 9"10, and is skinnier than average, but not sickeningly so. She wears modest clothing outside of school, and, naturally, your average Hogwarts school uniform in school.
History: Ancir was born to Marcoven Khaldi and Karegan MacBain fifteen years ago in a hospital in Britain. That was one of the last moments her parents smiled, each appreciating the others presence. By the time she was four years old, they were separated, and she was living in Northern Ireland with her father. Just as she had taken her fathers name, he had taken custody of her, though the fight that took place over the latter was thoroughly more venomous that of the prior.
Her childhood was not an entirely happy one, but those are rare in any case. Complete happiness requires either general acceptance, or general ignorance, and Ancir consistently possessed neither. Unlike most kids, Summer was the backdrop of some of her worst memories. Most children have friends to play with and family to visit during the Summer. Ancir had the family she lived with, that being her father, and hardly any friends. She was friendly with some of the kids at her school, but she lacked close friends, the kids she was around most where the ones beating her up, and they got extra time to do so over the Summer. So, understandably, she enjoyed school-seasons much better. She enjoyed school in general. Learning was fun, books were interesting, and home work and tests gave her something to do, and some way to prove how clever she was.
Her father's mother was a muggle, and her father's father, who he had never known, was a wizard. Her father had been brought up, until he was eleven, attending muggle schools, and this was how he thought it would be best to bring up his daughter. When finally she did turn eleven, she was shipped off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not the school her father had attended, Beauxbatons, but closer, and just as renowned.
From then on, she began to like people a lot more. Sure, there were still the bullies, and she didn't have as many friends, but the magical environment was more interesting, and it seemed she needed a change of place.
RP Sample:
"
"Oi!"
Manuela looked up, trying to keep her emerald eyes from glaring at the boy who entered, she looked away, and decided she might try that ghost arrow. "Phasmasagi-" she began, but felt another, now close, voice fill the air her own was about to take up. She lowered her wand slightly, and looked indignantly up at the Gryffindor boy, whom she'd rarely talked to and hoped to maintain that amount.
"Shove off will ya, friend? I got some business with your lady here,"
"You have nothing of the sort, and if you believe that you do then I suggest therapy, for you're clearly quite delusional," she pronounced, a little surprised that her voice had risen. Well, it was really at an average person's normal volume, but seeing as Manuela had taken to speaking rather quietly, it was loud for her.
She was the sort of person who tried to like, or at least get along with everyone, and generally did. If not, it was usually the decision of the other party, and she was usually patient and forgiving even to those who'd shoved her head in the toilet, through her books in the snow, and mocked her slight Romanian accent with glee, but for some reason she found that this antagonist, or suitor, or whatever he was skipped past the politely ignoring phase rather quickly and hit the near-insult button-which didn't happen often, more rarely would she actually 'diss' someone, and lucky for her she hadn't yet, and it probably wouldn't come to that any time soon.
"What's up Amon? I see you haven't gotten yourself murdered yet. Good show, mate." "Hey there sweetheart!"
She did not return the smile, she merely looked up, frowned, and decided to ignore him, "Phasma-" but alas, she didn't get far.
"If you're having problems,""I could offer my personal services."
"Indeed," she said, trying hard once more not to glare, "I have a very annoying, arrogant, and evidently incessant problem who insists upon calling me by a name I am not in the least comfortable with! Your personal services are much needed if they include making him shove off, stuff it, and find someone else to irritate!"
This was very, very unlike Manuela. Her voice had risen, she may have even been calling attention to herself, and the glare had made itself at home upon those sparkling, furious green eyes. Her lips were curved downward into a slight frown, her eyebrows pointed in the same direction, and you could say she was almost scowling.
It was obvious she was nearly at the point of insulting this git. She tried to regain her cool, it was likely-very likely- that she would regret this all later. That her logical, rational side had taken over, but sadly this wasn't the case. She was pretty enough, but very clumsy, quiet, and generally known as Man-uela -- as creative as that was-- by most people, and so she hadn't been fancied before in her life, somehow though, she could still distinguish a mocking smile from a charming one, and guiltily found herself wishing someone would slap the stupid thing off pirate boy's face-of course, still being Manuela she banished the thought from her mind, but the flavor of it lingered in her scowl.
Though Manuela was being a bit over reactive and severe, she would likely regain timidness soon and regret it all. Of course, this sort of behavior, which most of the class had most likely noticed, didn't happen often, so those who enjoy angry little second years were in for a treat-which might have included Dylan if that was his goal.
"Sir, as soon as Puffleduff moves out of my way, I'll be sure to give your spell a go. No worries.""
[/li][li]posted on 13-4-2008 at 04:49 PM[/*]"
Alias: Taffy
Age: 13 [turning 14 in August, though]
Location: United States
How did you hear about this site: It was listed on a top Hogwarts RP sites list-thing.
Any other Comments: Erm, pleased to meet you?
The Character
Name: Ancir Khaldi
Nicknames: Annie, Cir
Age: 15
Year: 5th
House: Admin decides.
Blood: Halfblood
Wand: Birch wood, 7 and a half inches, Thestral hair core
Pets: Harmonica, a band-bellied owl
Patronus: Raven [crow]
Boggart: A child being mutilated
Personality: Ancir isn't shy, but she is withdrawn. She doesn't leap into a conversation right away, and often doesn't go and seek conversation, but not for a lack of things to say. In fact, once engaged, she 'never shuts up.' Similarly, she doesn't like approaching other people in most situations, and prefers to instead be the one approached. She doesn't like being the aggressor, or the one to start a fight, she doesn't like being in hostile situations in general, but very much fancies watching them. Her words generally alternate between being careful and almost poetic, and being blatant and cryptic, leaning more towards the latter in delicate situations.
Ancir tends to observe situations before joining them, and likes being on top of things. That isn't to say she can't be very lazy, but she likes being aware and three steps ahead of what's expected of her. She sometimes thinks too little, and other times too much, but either way she's very stubborn about the validity of the conclusion of her thoughts.
Appearance: Ancir has a long face with a soft jaw and a defined nose. Her eyes are a peculiar sort of almond shape, almost like distorted semicircles, and they are dark brown in color. Her lips are somewhere between thin and full, closer, by far, to full, and the top lip had a distinctly angular shape.
Her hair is messy, naturally light blond, and goes down to the ends of her shoulder blades when loose; it's very slightly wavy toward the ends, and usually held up haphazardly in a bun. She stands at about 9"10, and is skinnier than average, but not sickeningly so. She wears modest clothing outside of school, and, naturally, your average Hogwarts school uniform in school.
History: Ancir was born to Marcoven Khaldi and Karegan MacBain fifteen years ago in a hospital in Britain. That was one of the last moments her parents smiled, each appreciating the others presence. By the time she was four years old, they were separated, and she was living in Northern Ireland with her father. Just as she had taken her fathers name, he had taken custody of her, though the fight that took place over the latter was thoroughly more venomous that of the prior.
Her childhood was not an entirely happy one, but those are rare in any case. Complete happiness requires either general acceptance, or general ignorance, and Ancir consistently possessed neither. Unlike most kids, Summer was the backdrop of some of her worst memories. Most children have friends to play with and family to visit during the Summer. Ancir had the family she lived with, that being her father, and hardly any friends. She was friendly with some of the kids at her school, but she lacked close friends, the kids she was around most where the ones beating her up, and they got extra time to do so over the Summer. So, understandably, she enjoyed school-seasons much better. She enjoyed school in general. Learning was fun, books were interesting, and home work and tests gave her something to do, and some way to prove how clever she was.
Her father's mother was a muggle, and her father's father, who he had never known, was a wizard. Her father had been brought up, until he was eleven, attending muggle schools, and this was how he thought it would be best to bring up his daughter. When finally she did turn eleven, she was shipped off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not the school her father had attended, Beauxbatons, but closer, and just as renowned.
From then on, she began to like people a lot more. Sure, there were still the bullies, and she didn't have as many friends, but the magical environment was more interesting, and it seemed she needed a change of place.
RP Sample:
"
"Oi!"
Manuela looked up, trying to keep her emerald eyes from glaring at the boy who entered, she looked away, and decided she might try that ghost arrow. "Phasmasagi-" she began, but felt another, now close, voice fill the air her own was about to take up. She lowered her wand slightly, and looked indignantly up at the Gryffindor boy, whom she'd rarely talked to and hoped to maintain that amount.
"Shove off will ya, friend? I got some business with your lady here,"
"You have nothing of the sort, and if you believe that you do then I suggest therapy, for you're clearly quite delusional," she pronounced, a little surprised that her voice had risen. Well, it was really at an average person's normal volume, but seeing as Manuela had taken to speaking rather quietly, it was loud for her.
She was the sort of person who tried to like, or at least get along with everyone, and generally did. If not, it was usually the decision of the other party, and she was usually patient and forgiving even to those who'd shoved her head in the toilet, through her books in the snow, and mocked her slight Romanian accent with glee, but for some reason she found that this antagonist, or suitor, or whatever he was skipped past the politely ignoring phase rather quickly and hit the near-insult button-which didn't happen often, more rarely would she actually 'diss' someone, and lucky for her she hadn't yet, and it probably wouldn't come to that any time soon.
"What's up Amon? I see you haven't gotten yourself murdered yet. Good show, mate." "Hey there sweetheart!"
She did not return the smile, she merely looked up, frowned, and decided to ignore him, "Phasma-" but alas, she didn't get far.
"If you're having problems,""I could offer my personal services."
"Indeed," she said, trying hard once more not to glare, "I have a very annoying, arrogant, and evidently incessant problem who insists upon calling me by a name I am not in the least comfortable with! Your personal services are much needed if they include making him shove off, stuff it, and find someone else to irritate!"
This was very, very unlike Manuela. Her voice had risen, she may have even been calling attention to herself, and the glare had made itself at home upon those sparkling, furious green eyes. Her lips were curved downward into a slight frown, her eyebrows pointed in the same direction, and you could say she was almost scowling.
It was obvious she was nearly at the point of insulting this git. She tried to regain her cool, it was likely-very likely- that she would regret this all later. That her logical, rational side had taken over, but sadly this wasn't the case. She was pretty enough, but very clumsy, quiet, and generally known as Man-uela -- as creative as that was-- by most people, and so she hadn't been fancied before in her life, somehow though, she could still distinguish a mocking smile from a charming one, and guiltily found herself wishing someone would slap the stupid thing off pirate boy's face-of course, still being Manuela she banished the thought from her mind, but the flavor of it lingered in her scowl.
Though Manuela was being a bit over reactive and severe, she would likely regain timidness soon and regret it all. Of course, this sort of behavior, which most of the class had most likely noticed, didn't happen often, so those who enjoy angry little second years were in for a treat-which might have included Dylan if that was his goal.
"Sir, as soon as Puffleduff moves out of my way, I'll be sure to give your spell a go. No worries.""
[/li][li]posted on 13-4-2008 at 04:49 PM[/*]"