Post by aislinn on Apr 7, 2012 15:35:21 GMT
andromeda lucretia black
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full name: andromeda lucretia black
age: sixteen
year: six
birthday: december fifth
blood line: pure
occupation: if applicable
former / house: slytherin
Andromeda puts on a mask, in a sense. She feels as though she must live up her name, Black. Most of her family has always been very proud of their pureblood heritage, and though she has pride in herself, she doesn't quite share the views of her family. A wizard is a wizard, pureblooded or not. Of course, she doesn't share her opinions on the subject with anyone. She has a reputation to upkeep, and she wouldn't want to upset her family. With every passing year, she grows more and more tired of this. She almost feels as though she should just abandon her family. But no, she couldn't survive with nothing, especially after her wealthy upbringing.
Andromeda is very prim and proper. It was something her parents have always drilled into her. As a Black, she's expected to mingle with the best of the best, and always be the most ladylike woman at a party. She's also spoiled rotten. Her parents have always bought her whatever she wanted, and a number of house elves always do the cleaning and cooking. If you walked into her dorm, you'd likely find her bed to be a mess.
Andromeda, like most of the women in her family, can be described as being icy. When you look at her, she looks like a cold young lady, and she is to a certain extent. It's hard to find friendship with Andromeda. She isn't normally very sociable, but when she's in the mood, she could talk up a storm. Most of her friendships were initiated by her. The thing is, she choses to mostly befriend purebloods, only so she doesn't have to face discretion from her family. Any friendship beyond that is somewhat secretive, or she simply plays it off to her sisters as nothing.
Andromeda has a kind heart inside her. She feels sympathy for people in need, such as younger wizards getting bullied. She very very rarely acts on it though. She only will perhaps if things are going to far out of control. The number of times she's done this throughout her years can be counted on one hand. She's not incredibly gifted in wizardry enough to really stand much chance in a serious fight. She knows a large number of charms, but cannot execute them to a great strength. She is a gifted healer, though. She is also a dreadful flyer.
HISTORY
Andromeda was born the middle daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black, a year younger than her sister Bellatrix and a year older than her sister Narcissa. She knew her parents wanted a boy to continue on the family name of the Noble and Ancient House of Black, but her mother adored raising three young ladies. From the very beginning of her life, Andromeda has always been taught how to present herself and be classy. She was generally outshone by her sisters, but it didn't really concern her as her mother was still always happy with her.
The Black family is one of the oldest and wealthiest pureblooded families. As such, every family member of hers always told her she would grow up and be the housewife of a pureblooded man. All wizards should be of pure blood, she was told. Never did she hear of wizard equality in her family. She was basically told to never ever communicate with muggles, never to muggleborns, only to halfbloods that have notable pureblooded backgrounds, and to purebloods that share the views of the Blacks. From the beginning, she simply listened without opinion, but now that she's getting older, Andromeda completely disagrees with this philosophy, but she feels as though she must keep this opinions to herself or forever be shunned by her family. She found only two ways in her life to escape her family's prejudices: solitude and her favorite cousin, Sirius. The two of them told each other things they knew they couldn't tell anyone else. It was always incredibly important to Andromeda because she spent time with more stuffy purebloods than her cousin.
Coming from a wealthy family, Andromeda never worried about spending too much money. She and her sisters were given the finest of clothes and supplies for school. She had a different dress for every party her parents threw (and there were many of them). She has never touched a cleaning supply in her life, unless she was handing to one of her many house elves. Through her years, Andromeda began to feel bad for them and would try to cheer them up if she could. She never tried to change the fact that they were her slaves though because she saw it as a fact of life. She couldn't help the family she was born into or that she was given everything she wanted, so she chose to accept everything without complaint. She has secretly given away a few galleons to homeless wizards when she's gone out, though.
Prior to starting school at Hogwarts, both of her sisters displayed their first signs of magic before Andromeda did. A few times, her father told her if she were a squib, she would be thrown out of the household. Andromeda spent many nights staying awake trying to harness her powers. At the age of ten, however, it finally happened. After hearing her father applaud her sisters' wizardry, she grew angry and imagined her father getting hit with a broom. Sure enough, the broom next to Andromeda flew across the room and knocked her father to the ground. She finally felt accepted again by her family and eagerly awaited her Hogwarts letter.
Andromeda was sorted into Slytherin, just as her family told her she would be. She spent most of her first couple years trying to tag along with her sister Bellatrix, but her sister soon grew tired of this and told Andromeda to leave her alone. She was able to make her own friends, however. She befriended fellow purebloods to please her family. If her sisters weren't at school with her, keeping an eye on her, she would simply talk to whomever she wanted, but the few times she did so, her sisters were quick to tell her that wasn't acceptable for a Black girl. Still, she made friends that simply didn't discuss blood purity very much, this way she could be friends with people without them getting on her nerves.
Within her first few years at Hogwarts, she picked up on a natural talent in Charms. She learned spells quickly and effectively. They always worked nicely, but few were incredibly powerful. Most of the time, she blended into being average. She did well in all of her classes though, taking the time to study when she needed. She wasn't an outstanding student, but her grades exceeded her sisters', giving her parents something to be proud of.
Now entering her sixth year, Andromeda hopes to explore a bit. She doesn't want to live up the reputation of the Blacks. She wants to be her own person, accepting people for who they are, not their blood purity. She doesn't know if she'll be able to do this though, but she is growing tired of living a lie.[/size][/ul]
alias: aislinn
gender: female
rp sample:
A sigh escaped Lily's lips. The only negative thing to her about being a Potter was all the high expectations that were put on her. She couldn't be angry with her father though. He himself didn't choose to be The Chosen One. It wasn't really his fault that he was a hero; it was his duty to defeat Voldemort. Though she has always been proud to be his daughter, she hates the pressure she's always been under to be just as great as her father. And as everybody knows, that may very well be impossible. But apparently, any child of the greatest wizard of all time has to be just a notch below him talent wise, right? That's the way it seemed; everyone she knew expected her to either be a star Quidditch player or a fantastic auror who slays dark wizards on a daily business. Lily, however, has always wanted to live more simply.
Lily laced up her Quidditch boots as she glanced around the tent at her teammates. She could see the excitement on everyone's face. Meanwhile, her face spelled nerves. After all, this was the game for the Quidditch Cup, and her parents would be watching. She felt as though since this was her final year, Gryffindor must win. This was why seventh year was proving to be very difficult for her. Not only did she have her upcoming N.E.W.T.s to worry about, but she was also expected to aid in bringing the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory over Slytherin. Not only was it expected of her, but she also wanted it extremely bad for herself. She wanted her father to brag about how Lily was the star chaser on the team who won the Quidditch Cup, just as he had done with Lily's brothers before her. That's another thing... Being the youngest Potter sucked more than being older. Her whole family was talented and wonderful; Lily felt mediocre in comparison. Not to mention that being the only girl was difficult as well - everyone says girls are smarter than boys, so having higher grades than her brothers was a must.
A large gust of wind blew into the Gryffindor tent from out of nowhere. A chill ran up her spine, but she couldn't be sure if it was the sudden weather change or her building nerves. Shoot. Something else to make this game more difficult, she thought in response to the storm brewing outside. It was times like these that made her glad she wasn't the team captain. She felt enough pressure already. Though she had no desire to be captain in the first place. For one, she doesn't really enjoy upholding a leadership position. Too much coercion, you know. Plus, she really just played Quidditch more for fun; up until this game, she didn't worry to much about whether a game would end in a victory or a loss. It would also be more heartbreaking to the fans to see the team lose if Lily was in charge of the team's training.
The rest of the team had taken a seat to listen to the captain's peptalk. Lily sat down next to one of her fellow chasers. The whole team held hands as the captain talked about how important this game was and blah blah blah. Lily really didn't listen. She already knew the importance more than anyone else. This would help to either make or break her reputation as a Potter. She would do anything she could to score numerous goals and make everyone watching proud. This included: her parents, the headmaster, her head of house, all of her professors, her friends, her enemies, all of her classmates, the minister of magic, and anyone else sitting in the stands. She knew all eyes would be on her today. Oh dear, she actually hadn't though of that too much. Her stomach began doing flips as she took a deep breath to calm herself.
Then it was time. The headmaster called the team out onto the field. The Gryffindor Quidditch team walked out onto the field together and began staring down the opposing Slytherin team. Lily caught the eye of a Slytherin chaser. The girl raised her eyebrows at Lily, as though she thought Lily wasn't going to be a difficult opponent. Lily smirked and took a glance up at the visitors box where her parents, Harry and Ginny Potter, were beaming at her. She glared once more at the opposing chaser. Bring it.
Lily laced up her Quidditch boots as she glanced around the tent at her teammates. She could see the excitement on everyone's face. Meanwhile, her face spelled nerves. After all, this was the game for the Quidditch Cup, and her parents would be watching. She felt as though since this was her final year, Gryffindor must win. This was why seventh year was proving to be very difficult for her. Not only did she have her upcoming N.E.W.T.s to worry about, but she was also expected to aid in bringing the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory over Slytherin. Not only was it expected of her, but she also wanted it extremely bad for herself. She wanted her father to brag about how Lily was the star chaser on the team who won the Quidditch Cup, just as he had done with Lily's brothers before her. That's another thing... Being the youngest Potter sucked more than being older. Her whole family was talented and wonderful; Lily felt mediocre in comparison. Not to mention that being the only girl was difficult as well - everyone says girls are smarter than boys, so having higher grades than her brothers was a must.
A large gust of wind blew into the Gryffindor tent from out of nowhere. A chill ran up her spine, but she couldn't be sure if it was the sudden weather change or her building nerves. Shoot. Something else to make this game more difficult, she thought in response to the storm brewing outside. It was times like these that made her glad she wasn't the team captain. She felt enough pressure already. Though she had no desire to be captain in the first place. For one, she doesn't really enjoy upholding a leadership position. Too much coercion, you know. Plus, she really just played Quidditch more for fun; up until this game, she didn't worry to much about whether a game would end in a victory or a loss. It would also be more heartbreaking to the fans to see the team lose if Lily was in charge of the team's training.
The rest of the team had taken a seat to listen to the captain's peptalk. Lily sat down next to one of her fellow chasers. The whole team held hands as the captain talked about how important this game was and blah blah blah. Lily really didn't listen. She already knew the importance more than anyone else. This would help to either make or break her reputation as a Potter. She would do anything she could to score numerous goals and make everyone watching proud. This included: her parents, the headmaster, her head of house, all of her professors, her friends, her enemies, all of her classmates, the minister of magic, and anyone else sitting in the stands. She knew all eyes would be on her today. Oh dear, she actually hadn't though of that too much. Her stomach began doing flips as she took a deep breath to calm herself.
Then it was time. The headmaster called the team out onto the field. The Gryffindor Quidditch team walked out onto the field together and began staring down the opposing Slytherin team. Lily caught the eye of a Slytherin chaser. The girl raised her eyebrows at Lily, as though she thought Lily wasn't going to be a difficult opponent. Lily smirked and took a glance up at the visitors box where her parents, Harry and Ginny Potter, were beaming at her. She glared once more at the opposing chaser. Bring it.
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