Post by Savannah Jenna Dubois on Jan 11, 2011 8:18:56 GMT -5
Savannah Dubois
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
[/color]DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
DEAL THAT I'M MAKING?[/color][/font]
»» "She's so wasted, acting crazy, making a scene, like it's her birthday..."
I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,[/color]
GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES[/color]
----»» OOC SHIZZ .[/font][/center]
----»» YOUR NAME: Monica
----»» AGE: 18
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION:
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: Hp Topsites
----»» WORD IN RULES: -EDITED-
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: Nufin =D
----»» RP SAMPLE:
Savannah quickly pufedf up her hair and looked at the time. It was almost 10 o'clock. She smiled. This would be the first time she had gone out since she started here at Beauxbatons that year. The acquaintances she knew around would be wondering where she was, since she never went out at home.
She smiled at pulled her robes over herself, completely hiding her tight dress. She sighed at her self, noticing she had put on a little weight, but it really didn't bother her, there was just more of her to ... admire.
She walked out her door and down the steps. There was only a few people scattered through out the common room, mostly just first years trying to deny the law of a curfew.
She exited the passage, her wand grasped tightly in her hand. This was where she needed to be careful, after all, she needed to make it out, without anyone seeing her.
She careful climbed the stairs, not making a sound at all, other that the shallow breathing sounds she could hear. She knew there were a lot of people that actually patrolled the halls, especially near curfew.
As she made it to the first floor, she quickly ducked into the shadows, hearing faint footsteps get fainter and fainter. Just a precaution. She looked around the corner and headed for the second floor stairs. She had been all clear for now... As she made her way up the stairs, she could her another voice, but couldn't make out who it was. She rounded the corner and tried to look, but it was to dark to notice anything. If only she had like, a special device to tell her where everyone was. She carefully waited till the voices disappeared into the night, and she made her way for it. If Savannah was good at anything, it was sneaking around. Her light weight allowed her to get past nearly anything without making a noise. As she was deep in her thoughts, she ran into someone.
Savannah groaned on the inside. This was just great! Who else would be out here besides prefects and Professors?
COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,
[/color]LET ME STEAL THIS MOMENT[/color]
----»» BASIC INFORMATION .[/font][/center]
----»» FULL NAME: Savannah Jenna Dubois
----»» NICKNAMES: Anna, S.
----»» AGE: Sixteen
----»» GENDER: Female
----»» BLOOD: Half
----»» SEXUALITY: Straight
----»» CANNON/ORIGINAL: Original
OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,
[/color]LET'S EXCHANGE THE EXPERIENCE[/color]
----»» PERSONA .[/font][/center]
----»» LIKES: Boys, Parties, Drinking, Kissing, Sports.
----»» DISLIKES: Secrets, Lies, Back Stabbers, Storms, Quiet
----»»BADHABITS: Partying, Drinking, Smoking.
----»» BOGGART: Father. It's not that Savannah had a bad childhood, in fact, she had a wonderful one. Being half blood, allowed her to dabble into a muggle and magic childhood. The reason her father is her fear, is due to the reasoning that she never knew her father. She had grown up, just her mother and herself. The stories she heard from her mother as to why he was never there, had initiated a fear deep inside her. (More in her history)
----»» PATRONUS: Dragonfly. When a dragonfly is senn, it is seen whizzing through the air, a quick movement undetectable and can be lost through the crowd, much the same as Savannah, where she prefers to be quick and undetectable.
----»» MIRROR OF ERISED: A family. For Savannah, the most wanted item is something she never got to receive as a child, a home with a father and mother, happy, with a few siblings around her. She wants a real family, not that she isn't happy with her mother...
----»» SECRETS: Her smoking. Her drinking.
----»» STRENGTHS: Sports, Magic, Counselling and Healing.
----»» WEAKNESSES: Cigarettes, Parties that involve Alcohol, Boys, Studying...
UNAWARE, I'M TEARING YOU ASUNDER,
[/color]THERE IS THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS[/color]
----»» APPEARANCES .[/font][/center]
----»» HAIR: Blonde with a few light brown highlighting her hair. It mid back length most of the time, but she likes to shorten it. It is wavy most days, and straight on others, depending her mood.Chelsea Staub
----»» EYES: Dark brown, almost black.
----»» WEIGHT: Light, around 50kgs.
----»» BODY TYPE: Skinny with a slight hour glass figure.
----»» HEIGHT: Around 5"4
----»» FEELINGS ON THEIR APPEARANCE: Savannah is told regularly that she has a very girlish looks. She almost looks as if she is one of the princess type people, but deep down, Savannah has no thought on the matter. She doesn't find herself attractive, but she doesn't see herself as unattractive either, sort of the in between stage. Due to her regular sporting activities, Savannah is very athletic, proving her small yet sturdy frame and weightlessness.
The traits that she loves about herself is her hair combination with her eyes. She loves her athleticism, but she hates and feels that she hasn't got a big enough frames, as she knows a few other students call her too skinny or such.
----»» Play by:
YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,
[/color]SEE HOW DEEP THE BULLET LIES[/color]
----»» BURIED IN THE PAST .[/font][/center]
----»» NATIONALITY: French
----»» BIRTHPLACE: Paris
----»» PARENTS: Adelynn Dubois, Unknown
----»» SIBLINGS: None
----»» OTHER FAMILY: Randomly situated cousins.
----»» PETS: Puppy named Seldom
----»» FULL HISTORY: When Savannah was born, there was never a father in the home to fill that space of emptiness. Her mother had literally run away from her father due to the abuse that she had received, and did not want that life for her child. Savannah never found out who her father was, nor was it much interest to her. She felt at home when it was just her mother and herself. When her magical abilities were being shown at a young age, her mother was ecstatic. Her mother was never gifted with that power, as it had come from her fathers side.
Having a muggle parent allowed Savannah to continue her life as a regular child with other children that had never even dreamt of the possibility.
As the time progressed for her to depart to Beauxbatons, her mother fell ill. This left a huge scar on Savannah, knowing that at any moment, it would be only her in the world, without any actual known family. This led Savannah to become a girl that relied on the positives of life, and take everything with full force, just as her mother did as a child. Due to the illness, and her time being spent in hospital for many of the hours, she found her passion for healing, yet, in the unusual way of magical healing, beginning her studies through the rough patch of her life.
As soon as the day her mother felt well again, came the day that it was Savannah's first day at Beauxbatons. The sorting, feast and studies all turned out spectacular, but with the good, always comes the bad. When Savannah reached her fifth year at BB, she developed her love for cigarettes and alcohol. This was brought on by not only the stress she felt for her sporting abilities, but also that her mother had sent her an owl to tell her that she was leaving for a little while, and that she was to spend as much time as possible at the school. In reply, Savannah felt a fear build up inside her. This was a courageous woman, now fleeing for her life. The reason was soon explained. Her father had tracked both herself and her mother down. Numerous owls were then sent from her father asking for her back, but also, that no matter what it took, he would get her back, whether it would include her mother or not. This soon developed the fear of her father, and his actions.
She had never discussed any of this with her friends, nor teachers, but kept them all to herself, bottling up every feeling she had, only displaying, once again, everything positive in her life. To this day, her father has never been able to physically contact her, though she has seen him, once, on a field trip. The realization from a photo that her mother had shown her once before. This motivated the fleeing that took place, to run from her father, to run and never stop until she was safe. She knows he is after her, and she knows he will stop at nothing.
BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,
[/color]BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL[/color]
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