Post by lita on May 6, 2012 6:52:47 GMT
annabell lita spades
[/b] 11.5 inch. Hornbeam with Dragon Core - slightly springy.
full name: annabell lita spades
age: sixteen
year: sixth year
birthday: april 15th
blood line: muggle born
occupation: n/a
former / house: slytherin
BOGGART || Lita's greatest fear, believe it or not, is confronting her step-father. Her step-father is not only her worst enemy, but he caused her nothing but trouble and pain growing up, and as such, he is also her biggest fear. Samuel was abusive, and harsh - there was a reason she became a selective mute, and Sam is the exact reason.
PATRONUS || Lita's Patronus is a Dragon - This patronus appears in those who are inherently misunderstood by others, and thus feel alienated. Truth in fact, Lita's absolute best memory was receiving the acceptance letter to Hogwarts and first arriving at Hogwarts. It was the first time she had ever felt accepted, an equal, and part of a family.
DEMENTOR || Lita's worst memory is most definitely her first summer home after her first year of Hogwarts. She found out her mother had died of drug overdose half way through the year, and now her step-father had full custody of her. The entire summer, she was kept under lock and key in her room; nearly forgotten about, as she snuck out her bedroom window whenever she could in order to eat and survive. When she wasn't beaten, she was ignored, and Lita could never figure out which she wanted more. The physical attention, or to be completely shut out. The first summer was the worst, as well as her worst memory, and since then she has just gotten used to it.
AMORTENTIA || Red Velvet Cake, Licorice Leaves, an "unwashed, yet delightful scent" (Severus Snape's Hair).
BASIC PERSONALITY || Monotone, Selective Mute, Curious, Expressive, Anti-Social, Very Driven, Actress, Easily Hurt (hides it), Troubled
Elizabeth and James - a handsome couple who wanted desperately to settle down, have a family, and live happily ever after. Well, life doesn't always particularly work out in the way we want it too, does it? Lita doesn't remember her father at all - she recognizes pictures of him, but she doesn't have a memory she can tap into, as James passed away when Lita was only three. When Lita turned seven, Elizabeth began dating a man named Sam. Samuel... wasn't the best of influences on Lita's mother. Not only was Elizabeth in a rough spot to begin with raising Lita on her own, but she had always been impressionable, and when Samuel and his son came along, everything seemed to go downhill. It wasn't long that Elizabeth got addicted to drugs - and it wasn't very much longer that their home turned into a drug house; parties and drug deals every other day.
One could say, Lita became rather reserved and anti-social by the time she got her Hogwarts letter of acceptance.
The years leading up to it, though?
Elizabeth wound up marrying Samuel not more than eight months after meeting him. In that time, he played them both like puppets on strings. He bought Lita gifts and gave her money. He took Elizabeth out on the town - sometimes for days at a time. He was all around trying to buy their affections. However, almost immediately after the two adults were married, Samuel changed dramatically, and he became a hate-filled and cruel man. At first it was all verbal - he would come home drunk, or high, and belittle, degrade, and scream at Lita and Elizabeth until he passed out, or left the house again. Lita often found herself crawling into bed with her step-brother Demetrius, as she found his comfort and affection to be the only one worth fighting for anymore.
Then it became physical.
By the time Lita was nine, she had been beaten into literal silence. The only person she ever talked to was her step-brother Demetrius, and very rarely did she ever even talk to her mother anymore. Bruises, cuts, and scrapes littered Lita's body on a daily bases, and by the time she got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, she was an emotionless shell. One couldn't comprehend the excitement and happiness radiating through Lita when she found out her magic abilities; she had bawled her eyes out in the privacy of her bedroom that night. Re-read the letter a million times. Danced and played in her room, and even almost smiled through one of Samuel's many drunken rants. She was free, for at least a year, and she was looking forward to nothing more. Her first year was full of adventure, and she had even broken free of her little shell for the most part. She was talkative, to a point, and even attempted to make some friends. Heading home at the end of the year, Lita figured things would do better once she got back. Although she couldn't use her magic outside of school, the knowledge she could at any given moment flatten out her step-father was encouraging.
Until she got home.
The news of her mothers overdose on methamphetamine had Lita breaking down - and even the sight of a crying, broken, troubled girl didn't sway Samuel's ways. He all but locked her in her bedroom each day when he went out and never letting her out unless he was home... even then, she didn't want out, because all it entailed was beatings and screaming - and Demetrius cleaning her up after. Each year, she grew more anti-social, and each summer she grew more reserved and monotone. The only affections she allowed were from her step-brother... and because of such, her values and views on love and comfort were warped - her step-father's words constantly berating her mind.
Would she ever find love? Would anybody dare love her? Was she worthless? Nothing? Trouble, and terrible?
Now at sixteen, Lita keeps to herself as most she can. No talk, no touch, no eye contact. She only speaks when she needs to, such as with spells, or if she's demanded to speak (by professors), and she only hangs around others when they make the effort or she's forced to participate in partner/group projects. She is attracted to power and she is currently looking for a place to go at the end of the year - any place but "home".
PLAY-BY || Evan Rachel Wood
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alias: nette
gender: female
rp sample:
The start and her swearing had Luigi offering a small smirk, however he kept himself trained on her, one hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck as she spoke - her blood red lips pulling back into a smirk had him lifting his brows once. He loved blood - the color, the texture, the look and feel and taste... so this woman with the crimson lips before him had him just smirking down at her with amusement - and slight hunger. "Not that hard to be gentle once in a while." he finally replied, eyeballing the other girls with a snort - oh, if only he knew how ironic his words were at that ver moment. What did Luigi Largo know about being gentle? ... Surprisingly, plenty. There was a side to him not even he knew - but it was there, and it subconsciously tugged at him whenever Magdelene was around. Tilting his head to and fro' to crack his neck, the man wiped under his nose, crossing his arms across his broad chest before throwing himself into the lung assault of the other GenBitches.
The closeness of Lacey, however, when he had returned to his spot, had Luigi tilting his chin up so he could stare down his nose and watch her curiously. Her words had him grinning egotistically, and he offered a casual shrug, his adrenaline dying with his angered mood. There was always playful banter between the two - the occasional flirtations as well, which hey - what man didn't feel good and empowered when an attractive woman was flirting up a storm with him? "Aw, baby. Gonna make me blush." he purred, watching her closely as she closed the distance between them and studied his half naked figure. It would be an understatement to admit that Luigi was proud of his body. Even with the scars and slices littering his torso - and rest of his body, but he wasn't gonna strip right there (not right now) - the eldest Largo sibling was quite pride filled of his well toned chest and stomach, his muscular arms and broad shoulders. Hell,even the deep lines that seemed to form an arrow to his crotch - chicks dug that, right?
When he felt her slender index finger tracing a scar along his shoulder and down his ribcage, Luigi had to swallow back a shiver to her touch. Sure, he was flirted with - especially by GenBitches who didn't want to work on a particular day and would have done anything to get out of their tasks... but a playful and flirty touch just for poops and giggles? Tensing his muscles to appease her wandering gaze and trailing finger, Luigi reached out slowly towards her, running the back of his hand down along her upper arm and moving to play with the fabric of her short dress. The uniforms the GenBitches had to wear were just glorious weren't they? Pearly whites were flashed in a grin, and one deep green was hidden as he threw a wink her way - until he received his coffee and shirt, and Lacey stepped away from him. Quirking a brow, Luigi gazed after the young woman before turning towards the work table and sipping at his cup of black goodness.
Letting his eyes linger over the soft looking flesh of the woman next to him, the man couldn't help but reach out again after the other gals busied themselves. Trailing his finger tips along the flesh of her shoulders and back of her exposed neck, he tilted his head some, smirking to himself - he had seen faint lines of tattoos once or twice... places of her that weren't exactly caked with cover-up, and in all truth, it interested Luigi to no end. Sure, he was raised during a time where surgery was the new tribal tattoo or arm sleeve, where getting a new face was as simple as getting your eyebrow pierced... but getting inked? That was something very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Luigi's brow knitted as she chuckled at his shooing the blonde away, and his own purring rumble escaped. Luigi was in "seduce mode" - one of the few modes and emotions he had. The sight of her lower lip being bitten only had Luigi straightening his posture more, shaking his shoulders out to get better composure of himself. He could tolerate Lacey - which was more than he could say for any of the other GenBitches, so raping and using her was out of the question. Harmful flirting was good, though, right?
Humming softly, he leaned in a bit to listen to her, offering his own shrug in response to her words and half-smile. "You're tellin' me. Look at my family - got no choice but to live with that sorry ass lot. And look, they're not dead yet." Sinister smirk. "That's gotta count for somethin', eh?" Greens blinked blankly a moment, and he could have face-palmed himself terribly at that moment. The festival, riiiiight... He had been so distracted lately with figuring stuff out about this whole... taking over GeneCo thing, and Mag potentially getting offed soon, and... well it just wasn't fun. Not fun at all. When her eyes rolled to the ceiling, Luigi couldn't help but let loose another rumble of laughter. "Not so bad? C'mon." At her little titter of laughter, the man let his hand finally lay to rest on Lacey's shoulder, another raise of his brow towards her charmingly before offering a good squeeze to her shoulder. "Nothing excuses crap work." Throwing a glare over Lacey's shoulder to a few of the girls mulling around, he gave his best "I'm watching you" stare before gaing back down to the woman beside him. "You're not part of that 'ohmygod, festivals are awesome' chattering hen crowd, are you?" he teased.
The closeness of Lacey, however, when he had returned to his spot, had Luigi tilting his chin up so he could stare down his nose and watch her curiously. Her words had him grinning egotistically, and he offered a casual shrug, his adrenaline dying with his angered mood. There was always playful banter between the two - the occasional flirtations as well, which hey - what man didn't feel good and empowered when an attractive woman was flirting up a storm with him? "Aw, baby. Gonna make me blush." he purred, watching her closely as she closed the distance between them and studied his half naked figure. It would be an understatement to admit that Luigi was proud of his body. Even with the scars and slices littering his torso - and rest of his body, but he wasn't gonna strip right there (not right now) - the eldest Largo sibling was quite pride filled of his well toned chest and stomach, his muscular arms and broad shoulders. Hell,even the deep lines that seemed to form an arrow to his crotch - chicks dug that, right?
When he felt her slender index finger tracing a scar along his shoulder and down his ribcage, Luigi had to swallow back a shiver to her touch. Sure, he was flirted with - especially by GenBitches who didn't want to work on a particular day and would have done anything to get out of their tasks... but a playful and flirty touch just for poops and giggles? Tensing his muscles to appease her wandering gaze and trailing finger, Luigi reached out slowly towards her, running the back of his hand down along her upper arm and moving to play with the fabric of her short dress. The uniforms the GenBitches had to wear were just glorious weren't they? Pearly whites were flashed in a grin, and one deep green was hidden as he threw a wink her way - until he received his coffee and shirt, and Lacey stepped away from him. Quirking a brow, Luigi gazed after the young woman before turning towards the work table and sipping at his cup of black goodness.
Letting his eyes linger over the soft looking flesh of the woman next to him, the man couldn't help but reach out again after the other gals busied themselves. Trailing his finger tips along the flesh of her shoulders and back of her exposed neck, he tilted his head some, smirking to himself - he had seen faint lines of tattoos once or twice... places of her that weren't exactly caked with cover-up, and in all truth, it interested Luigi to no end. Sure, he was raised during a time where surgery was the new tribal tattoo or arm sleeve, where getting a new face was as simple as getting your eyebrow pierced... but getting inked? That was something very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Luigi's brow knitted as she chuckled at his shooing the blonde away, and his own purring rumble escaped. Luigi was in "seduce mode" - one of the few modes and emotions he had. The sight of her lower lip being bitten only had Luigi straightening his posture more, shaking his shoulders out to get better composure of himself. He could tolerate Lacey - which was more than he could say for any of the other GenBitches, so raping and using her was out of the question. Harmful flirting was good, though, right?
Humming softly, he leaned in a bit to listen to her, offering his own shrug in response to her words and half-smile. "You're tellin' me. Look at my family - got no choice but to live with that sorry ass lot. And look, they're not dead yet." Sinister smirk. "That's gotta count for somethin', eh?" Greens blinked blankly a moment, and he could have face-palmed himself terribly at that moment. The festival, riiiiight... He had been so distracted lately with figuring stuff out about this whole... taking over GeneCo thing, and Mag potentially getting offed soon, and... well it just wasn't fun. Not fun at all. When her eyes rolled to the ceiling, Luigi couldn't help but let loose another rumble of laughter. "Not so bad? C'mon." At her little titter of laughter, the man let his hand finally lay to rest on Lacey's shoulder, another raise of his brow towards her charmingly before offering a good squeeze to her shoulder. "Nothing excuses crap work." Throwing a glare over Lacey's shoulder to a few of the girls mulling around, he gave his best "I'm watching you" stare before gaing back down to the woman beside him. "You're not part of that 'ohmygod, festivals are awesome' chattering hen crowd, are you?" he teased.
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