Post by ROZALINA NATAYLA DOLOHOV on Jun 19, 2012 21:28:02 GMT
rozalina natalya dolohov
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full name:
Rozalina Natalya Dolohov
age:
15
year:
5th
birthday:
March 21st
blood line:
Pureblood
occupation:
Student
house:
Slytherin
The more important basics
[/size]The wand: Elm wood, Dragon Heartstring, 12 inches.
The Pets: A black owl named Mischa. A smokey grey house kitten named Smokey.
The Preference: I prefer guys rather than girls. I am currently engaged to a member of the House of Black. Regulus Black to be exact. I am head over heals in love with him. That doesn't mean that I do my fair share of flirting when he's around.
Something worth looking at in depth.
[/size][/font][/i]The Long List of Likes:
~ Family and friends
~ Slytherin house
~ Regulus Black
~ Gossiping
~ Seeing people in pain
~ Thunderstorms
~ Flowers
~ Jewelry
~ The Dark
~ Owls
~ Mystical Creatures(Unicorns, Fairies and the like)
~ The summer months
~ Messing around with her brother
~ Going to pureblood parties
~ Kittens
~ Russian Foods
The Equally Long List of Dislikes:
~ Blood traitors
~ Muggleborns
~ Gryffindors
~ Know it alls
~ Dumbledore
~ Laziness
~ Messiness
~ Birds
~ The sun
~ The long winter months
~ Getting dirty
~ The thought of Regulus liking someone else
My Boggart:
“The one thing I fear the most is all of my family members dead, murdered in cold blood.”
My Best Memory:
“The one memory that I use is of the family holidays that we spent together. Just me, Antonin, and our parents siting by the fire in the family room. It will take the form of a black house cat."
My Worst Memory:
"The one memory that still haunts me to this date happened during my third year. And of course one that I still keep to myself. I was strolling through Hogsmeade when a group of older Gryffindors jumped me. They nudged me to an isolated area and started to hit me. Being extremely foolish I had left my wand on my bedside table in the girls dormitory. After the incident I had vowed to never go anywhere without the wand."
The Personality:
The first thing that people generally noticed about me is that I’m often reserved and quiet. I like to be myself at times. It’s refreshing at times to actually hear myself thinking. I do love my close group of friends at times but they can be quite annoying. Some people had often said that I appear rather cold and aloof. I really don’t give anyone the benefit of doubt unless they are of Slytherin or pureblood. I have strong principles and hold on strongly to my beliefs. I’m not easily swayed to think otherwise as most people seemed to think. They would have a hard time in changing what I think. Well anyways. I like to be organized. I am also a neat freak and will generally have a freak out if things are messy or put away unordered. I honestly do not know where I get this from. My mother isn’t that way. I am highly ambitious and sly, a few traits that had earned me a spot in Slytherin. I am intelligent as most people would be surprised upon learning. I love to learn and am often curious even at fifteen years old. I value cunning and bravery as a high priority.
Another thing that I pride myself on is manipulation. I love to twist people’s words around to cause fights. I enjoy the reactions and the drama that it caused. I am loyal to my friends and family and I would defend them at all costs. Even if that means I would end up dying on the spot then so be it. There is one of the prominent appearances of my personality that I know a lot of people would agree on. A complete psychopath might be the one. To some degree they are right. I get an enjoyment out of the suffering of people and show no remorse of my actions. My smart mouth tends to get me into trouble more often. Added to the fact that I can be very sarcastic. I am stubborn as well as determined and those two really do not mix at all. Once I have a task to do I will not leave it until it’s done. I do have a temper and it’s explosive. The little things can generally set it off and it will take me forever to calm down. Some of my general weaknesses or flaws to note. I can be blunt on occasion. I don’t sugar coat anything but I happen to tell it like it is. I am highly impatient and paranoid. Despite my cold appearance I can worry about the smallest of things.
Those people that are here since you were born.
[/size][/font][/i]Nicolae Dolohov-43, Father, Death Eater and a worker at the Ministry
Marlina Dolohov-42, Mother, Stay at home mum
Antonin Dolohov-15, Fifth Year, Slytherin, youngest brother
A look into the name of the Dolohov Family
[/size][/font][/i]The History
[/size]It all started with two people, Nicolae Dolohov and Marlina Carpathia. They were both from respectful purebloods who followed the beliefs of their families. Both of them were sorted into Slytherin House. They were engaged to each other in their fifth year, set to be wed after graduation. They weren’t expected to be married just for love, but for pureblood politics. Nicolae was a fifth year perfect and aspiring future Head Boy. He had his sights set on the Ministry and Death Eaters. Marlina was a respectful, polite young lady. They were eighteen when they married. By then Nicolae had a steady job working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Six months after they married the couple realized that they were pregnant with their first child. A lot of prayers were set in the hopes that it would be a boy. After all, a boy was worth his weight as he gets the family money, manor, and carries on the family name. They got their wish when Antonin was born. He was completely spoiled for the first two years of his life. Dotted on by everyone in the family.
March 21st, 1961:
The Dolohov clan welcomed another child to the family. A healthy baby girl was born in early morning hours. In keeping up with the Russian roots, the parents had decided to named her Rozalina Natalya Dolohov. Mother and child are doing well and expect to be at St. Mungo’s for a few more weeks.
1961-1969. Childhood til ten years old.
Growing up in the Dolohov house was a wonderful experience and one that I wouldn’t trade it in for the world. Being born into a pureblood family meant the best of everything. Clothes, toys, books. I was six when father told me that I would be introduced into the pureblood society. It meant a lot of endless parties and balls and social gatherings. To a six year old it was boring to the point of tears but I was good hiding my emotions behind a smooth face. I was soon taught the ways of a young and proper pureblood lady. How to walk right, how to sit and speak correctly and everything in between. To be frank I loved it. It meant new dresses and a chance to dress up for the occasion. The most favorite part was the mother and daughter tea day. It was a chance to spend with mum. I was eight years old when I first started showing signs of magic. My brother Antonin was annoying me at dinner and I could feel the beginnings of a temper tantrum springing up. The next thing that we knew two glasses in front of my plate blew up. I remembered staring at it open mouthed. Antonin had smirked as everyone shrugged. It was no surprise that I had started showing signs of magic.
Father was usually harsher on me than my mother was. I knew he wanted what was best for me in the long run but it was annoying short term. My brother always gotten more privileges and everything. I remembered hearing screams one night when I was nine years old. Apparently Antonin had done something to aggravate Father and he was put under the Cruciatus Curse. To that I would never know what he did. I was ten when I had gotten a ‘good dose’ of it according to my father. We were out in public and on our way home from a pureblood gathering. I had spotted a few people with children my age. My parents weren’t looking so I happily walked up to them and introduced myself. Seeing what I was doing, father yanked me away from them and we apparated to the manor once we were out of sight. Father was angry and put me under the curse. It was then that I had learned that they were muggles and that I was supposed to be staying away from them. Let me tell you, I always obeyed my father after that.
1972. First year at Hogwarts.
Everyone was sitting at the table for breakfast. Antonin was talking to our father about Quidditch. I was being the proper young child at eleven but with a little bit antsy. I knew that my letter to Hogwarts would come. And no sooner had I thought of this thought, an owl tapped lightly on the kitchen window. Both my brother and I stood up but I had beat him to it and got to there first. I gently and carefully untied the letters. The owl flew away. I gave one to Antonin. His included the list of books that he needed for the term he was going into. Mine was for my first year. “Well, I suppose there’s no point of putting off the trip to Diagon Alley now is there?” My father had commented, amused. I had been to Diagon Alley before but now, I finally was able to get the things that I needed. In the middle of our shopping a black owl had caught my eye. I begged my father for an owl. He had surrendered with a grin. “What are you going to name her” He asked me as we continued to walk. I thought for a moment before grinning as well. “Mischa.” Father had ruffled up my hair before commenting that it was a nice and fitting name for the owl.
It was September 1st before I knew it. The summer had gone by fast with the same old routine. The only difference was, I had meet a man that my parents had arranged my marriage with. One Regulus Black. I liked him on the sight. Well, enough daydreaming about that. I remembered staring at the train nervously. My father had pulled me aside and warned that, if I wasn’t a Slytherin, he would disown me and make sure that I would never be welcomed into the Dolohov home. I told him that he had nothing to worry about. The train ride was very…interesting to say the least. I had met a lot of people and become friends with a couple of them.
“Dolohov, Rozalina!”
I remembered walking up to the Sorting Hat, nervous. I sat down carefully on the stool and cringed as the hat was slipped on my head.
“Miss Dolohov, I was wondering when I would be seeing you. Hm…difficult to place you. You have plenty of ambitious yet courage. Bravery is in there as well as a lot of intelligent. Your thirst for knowledge is overwhelming the rest. Yes, yes, I think you’ll do well in…SLYTHERIN!”
I had slipped off the stool with relief and hopped over to join my brother at the Slytherin Table. The first year was spent learning the ropes around the castle, usually with the help and guidance under my brother. I made friends with all of the ‘right people’ according to my father. I held on strongly to my beliefs and to the family beliefs.
1972-176. Years 2 through 5
The second year went by smoothly and uneventful. It was really just the same old routine. Something happened during my third year that I hardly ever talk about to anyone. If leaked out it would cause a scandal that would forever embarrassed the family name. I was strolling through Hogsmeade when a group of older Gryffindors jumped me. They nudged me to an isolated area and started to hit me. Being extremely foolish I had left my wand on my bedside table in the girls dormitory. After the incident I had vowed to never go anywhere without my wand. I never even told my brother because I knew that he would find those boys and beat them up. I am now in my fifth year which I am extremely nervous about. I had heard that the O.W.L.s exams are harder than the normal ones. Well we would have to wait and see later in the year.[/size][/ul]
alias:
Lady Voldemort or the supreme ruler works!
gender:
*sings* I'm a ladyyy
rp sample:
Plan: Kill Dumbles and rule Hogwarts.[/blockquote]
