Post by chels32 on Feb 8, 2010 18:51:16 GMT -7
Alas! Ear wax!
[/font][/color]Our new celebrity
Ilithyia Mariska Sura[/center]
Hey my name is Leiann! I've been rockin this world for sixteen years, but I've only been chillin in the rp world for 3 years. I heard of this place through a friend . Meanwhile you should check out my other characters none. Okay that's it. Oh wait lucius loves puppies .
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Ilithyia slammed the door to her room violently. Black, inky tears flowed down over her high cheekbones. Running a hand through her tangled mane, her mind fought desperately for a clear thought. Her swollen eyes scanned her darkly adorned bedroom; she needed to find a way to cope quickly. Ilithyia could've used a fag but had other means of curing her neediness; her cello. Ilithyia stumbled clumsily over her six inch patent leather heels as she moved over to the other side of her considerably large room.
Ilithyia grabbed for her cello and bow and collapsed into a nearby chair in one swift move. Leaning her head down on her cello, she slid her skeletal fingers over the beautifully crafted instrument. Her eyes fluttered closed from the warmth and comfort the cello had to offer her. In fear of staining the wood of her instrument, she wiped her black tears off her cheeks and smeared it into her hair line. Ilithyia cleared her throat, muttered an uncouth oath and straightened her posture. It may seem strange to have such a fit over something as ridiculous as being grounded, but for somebody who constantly gets her way, it was a travesty. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips; a plot involving fire and resulting in her mother's hair loss evolved in her mind. "Not now," she thought abruptly. "I need to clear my thoughts completely."
Ilithyia grabbed for her cello and bow and collapsed into a nearby chair in one swift move. Leaning her head down on her cello, she slid her skeletal fingers over the beautifully crafted instrument. Her eyes fluttered closed from the warmth and comfort the cello had to offer her. In fear of staining the wood of her instrument, she wiped her black tears off her cheeks and smeared it into her hair line. Ilithyia cleared her throat, muttered an uncouth oath and straightened her posture. It may seem strange to have such a fit over something as ridiculous as being grounded, but for somebody who constantly gets her way, it was a travesty. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips; a plot involving fire and resulting in her mother's hair loss evolved in her mind. "Not now," she thought abruptly. "I need to clear my thoughts completely."
“I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.”
- Harry Potter
- Harry Potter
Fullname: Ilithyia (Eh-lith-eeya) Mariska (Mah-dee-ska) Sura
Nickname(s): Prefers full name
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Gender: Female
1996 or 2022: Future
Canon or OC: OC
“Is that why you dyed your eyebrow”
- Luna Lovegood
- Luna Lovegood
Hair: Chestnut with auburn highlights
Eyes: Blue
Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo of a honey jar on the underside of her left wrist; her mother would tell her "you attract more flies with honey than with vinegar."
Celeb: Megan Fox
“...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'die, Ron, die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong”
- Ron Weasley
- Ron Weasley
Likes: Ballroom dancing, ridiculing others, playing her cello, manipulating others, ancient runes, playing Cricket, dark arts
Dislikes: Disorganization, people who constantly do the right thing, squibs, constant selflessness, lack of intelligence, muggles,
Strengths: Observant, lacks empathy, eidetic memory, surpassingly good listener
Weaknesses: Extreme bitterness, OCD, selfish, care of magical creatures, only sees the worst in people
Overall Personality: Ilithyia is overall an eccentric snob; she gives off the impression of extreme class due to her love for classical music and ballroom dancing when she is actually a brutally honest bitch with a loathing for humanity. If it weren't for her sour attitude she would have been sorted in Ravenclaw for certain; the Sorting Hat caught a strong whiff of her bitter and manipulative attributes and sent her into the house of Slytherin almost immediately after being placed on her auburn mess of hair. Though she appears harsh, her cynicism and selfishness is only a façade. Ilithyia avoids to get to know anybody intimately or familiarly due to the fact she feels they may hold her back from what she really wants. The thought of depending on anybody else only makes her cringe with annoyance.
“Of course, any time the family produced someone halfway decent they were disowned”
- Sirius Black
- Sirius Black
Father: Eli Sura
Mother: Vienna Tuvia
Siblings: Only child
Others: None
General History: Eli Sura visited the country of Hungry for his job, Department of International Magical Cooperation, where he met the dancer Vienna Tuvia. After they married, they had a single child, Ilithyia, in Vienna's home in Hungry but shortly moved back to Liverpool in order for their daughter to attend Hogwarts. Born to a family of witchcraft, Ilithyia was not surprised when she recieved her letter to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. Already very practiced at playing the cello, she demanded the bringing of her cello to the school her first year. Whenever she played, people would linger to listen quietly but would often hurry off in a fluster after Ilithyia would uncouthly ask them to leave.
Living in a privileged family, Ilithyia was often demanding of her parents. Eli proved to be a parent of discipline but genuinely wished for his child's happiness; spoiling her. Ilithyia's mother, on the other hand, focused on keeping her daughter a talented ballroom dancer as she once was. Though she loved to dance, Ilithya's true passion rested in her favourite instrument. Her father had a heated hate for the Order and taught her daughter of all the great and powerful things the Dark Lord managed to create and fed him information through his job at the Ministry. Leaning towards both her parent's paths, Ilithyia has developed into an egotistical, neurotic, desensitized student with a lack of understanding of normality.
“Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy.”
- Hermione Granger
[/blockquote][/blockquote] - Hermione Granger
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