Post by Fawne Macriles on May 19, 2009 19:32:25 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Fawne Nadine Macriles
AGE:19
YEAR or OCCUPATION:Unspeakable
BIRTHDAY:September 26th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Ravenclaw
FAMILY: Ryan Macriles -- Father(47) - Auror
Appolonia Ambrose -- Mother(38 when deceased)
ANYTHING ELSE: Ryan Macriles, I'm sure you've heard of him. He was one of those lads you never could forget even if you tried. Irish eyes with that Irish accent...not to mention the fiery Irish temper(despite having a French name). That little tid bit got him into quite a few misadventures when he attended school but it was after he left the lands of his forebears that he really took risks. He visited every corner of the world, explored very crevice and dove beneath every surface. He lived the life of a wild man for sometime, and no one was going to stop this new way of life...or so he thought
Appolonia Ambrose never really expected to go anywhere with her life. She lived in an upper crust manor off the coast of Greece, and spent most of her days basking in the warm sun of Oz.
Apple lived the good life, was given everything she could ever have asked for, and was taught to appreciate such gifts. Which is why when she went on vacations and expeditions, she took great love for the scenery and the nature that went with it. The beauty of Greek heritage often toured the world...which is how she met Ryan.
It was while visiting the rather quiet country of Canada, that they first laid eyes upon each other. Ryan was buying supplies so that he could make an attempt to go over Niagara Falls, and Appolonia as just taking in the sites. Of course, she hadn't counted on being one of the sites to be taken in, and was quite shocked when this Irish thing walked up to her and asked for her name. Blushing furiously, she gave it with her own Greek accent, before diving head long into a conversation with the dare devil. Well, long story short, Ryan never did go over the Falls that day, as he preferred the company of Appolonia.
Now, we take you two years after the meeting in Canada, and after the introductions to parents(in which Appolonia's Father threw a plate at Ryan's head), and even the wedding(which was beautiful, by the way). We take you to a hospital, run by muggles in the city of Dublin, one of Ryan's favorite cities. The hard part had already passed, and on this dark, March evening, they cradled a newborn child together between them. Her eyes were shut tight as she slept soundly, the two parents thinking of a name. Then it was decided, as a nurse shouted at another...Fawne...Nadine.
"She'll be an angel." Appolonia whispered before she herself fell asleep on her bed, Ryan wrapping his arms around his two favorite ladies.
The fact that Ryan Macriles, Hell raiser, was her Father, should have been a major tip into her future demeanor. The girl was far from the "angel" her mother had thought she would be. From the age of two to nine, little Fawne loved to wreak havoc, and destroy practically everything she was given. Books were shredded, dolls were smashed, clothing was ripped, Fawne was a little monster. Always running about the house, screaming her head off, and demanding that she got as she wanted. Her Mother, being rather wealthy, usually just gave her what she wanted, and Ryan was not going to deny his precious either...especially not after...the accident.
When Fawne was ten, and had already showed her magical capabilities(she turned her pet cat a vibrant blue color when she was three), her parents had decided they would go for a family walk. Fawne protested, as walks were "lame", but she went either way. She watched sickeningly as her Mother and Father held hands as they walked through the park, giving each other looks of longing. Fawne just rolled her eyes and wandered away, paying them no mind for hours at a time.
As night began to settle over the Irish countryside, though Fawne preferred to be the rebel, she did realize she had to find her parents and get back home, so she wandered down the path she knew her parents had taken. Right in the middle of it..her Mother was, splayed across the pavement with a deep gash in her neck. Her eyes were dilated and glassy...she was already dead. Her Father lie over his wife, tears streaming, his Irish brogue incoherent. What had happened? Fawne stood, stock still, frightened, as she took in the scene...hearing a dulled growl from behind her.
Revolving slowly on the spot, she turned her body, her eyes meeting the red glare of a beast that scared her witless. The blood mixed with the foaming filth at its mouth, its snout matted with coagulated blood; her Mother's blood. It was a rabid dog, and now it was looking at Fawne as if her blood might quench its thirst. It might have found out, had it not been for Ryan's bellow, whipping his wand out and sending the fell beast limp upon its back. The horror was over...but the scars lasted always.
One would think that having your Mother die, and just transitioning through the teen years would be enough to change a girl like Fawne...but no. She simply was the same girl she had always been, two faced and destructive. never in all of her days has she ever told the truth to someone outside of her lineage, and never has she even truly liked another person. Sure, boys were fun and having a pack of girls at your call is a plus...but none of them were worthy of her. As manipulative and cruel as she was, she protected her paper heart with everything that she had. She never let people get too close to her, and as such she never truly liked anyone...it was for self preservation.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
hi, my name is lills and i joined because i made it =]
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Fawne Nadine Macriles
AGE:19
YEAR or OCCUPATION:Unspeakable
BIRTHDAY:September 26th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Ravenclaw
FAMILY: Ryan Macriles -- Father(47) - Auror
Appolonia Ambrose -- Mother(38 when deceased)
ANYTHING ELSE: Ryan Macriles, I'm sure you've heard of him. He was one of those lads you never could forget even if you tried. Irish eyes with that Irish accent...not to mention the fiery Irish temper(despite having a French name). That little tid bit got him into quite a few misadventures when he attended school but it was after he left the lands of his forebears that he really took risks. He visited every corner of the world, explored very crevice and dove beneath every surface. He lived the life of a wild man for sometime, and no one was going to stop this new way of life...or so he thought
Appolonia Ambrose never really expected to go anywhere with her life. She lived in an upper crust manor off the coast of Greece, and spent most of her days basking in the warm sun of Oz.
Apple lived the good life, was given everything she could ever have asked for, and was taught to appreciate such gifts. Which is why when she went on vacations and expeditions, she took great love for the scenery and the nature that went with it. The beauty of Greek heritage often toured the world...which is how she met Ryan.
It was while visiting the rather quiet country of Canada, that they first laid eyes upon each other. Ryan was buying supplies so that he could make an attempt to go over Niagara Falls, and Appolonia as just taking in the sites. Of course, she hadn't counted on being one of the sites to be taken in, and was quite shocked when this Irish thing walked up to her and asked for her name. Blushing furiously, she gave it with her own Greek accent, before diving head long into a conversation with the dare devil. Well, long story short, Ryan never did go over the Falls that day, as he preferred the company of Appolonia.
Now, we take you two years after the meeting in Canada, and after the introductions to parents(in which Appolonia's Father threw a plate at Ryan's head), and even the wedding(which was beautiful, by the way). We take you to a hospital, run by muggles in the city of Dublin, one of Ryan's favorite cities. The hard part had already passed, and on this dark, March evening, they cradled a newborn child together between them. Her eyes were shut tight as she slept soundly, the two parents thinking of a name. Then it was decided, as a nurse shouted at another...Fawne...Nadine.
"She'll be an angel." Appolonia whispered before she herself fell asleep on her bed, Ryan wrapping his arms around his two favorite ladies.
The fact that Ryan Macriles, Hell raiser, was her Father, should have been a major tip into her future demeanor. The girl was far from the "angel" her mother had thought she would be. From the age of two to nine, little Fawne loved to wreak havoc, and destroy practically everything she was given. Books were shredded, dolls were smashed, clothing was ripped, Fawne was a little monster. Always running about the house, screaming her head off, and demanding that she got as she wanted. Her Mother, being rather wealthy, usually just gave her what she wanted, and Ryan was not going to deny his precious either...especially not after...the accident.
When Fawne was ten, and had already showed her magical capabilities(she turned her pet cat a vibrant blue color when she was three), her parents had decided they would go for a family walk. Fawne protested, as walks were "lame", but she went either way. She watched sickeningly as her Mother and Father held hands as they walked through the park, giving each other looks of longing. Fawne just rolled her eyes and wandered away, paying them no mind for hours at a time.
As night began to settle over the Irish countryside, though Fawne preferred to be the rebel, she did realize she had to find her parents and get back home, so she wandered down the path she knew her parents had taken. Right in the middle of it..her Mother was, splayed across the pavement with a deep gash in her neck. Her eyes were dilated and glassy...she was already dead. Her Father lie over his wife, tears streaming, his Irish brogue incoherent. What had happened? Fawne stood, stock still, frightened, as she took in the scene...hearing a dulled growl from behind her.
Revolving slowly on the spot, she turned her body, her eyes meeting the red glare of a beast that scared her witless. The blood mixed with the foaming filth at its mouth, its snout matted with coagulated blood; her Mother's blood. It was a rabid dog, and now it was looking at Fawne as if her blood might quench its thirst. It might have found out, had it not been for Ryan's bellow, whipping his wand out and sending the fell beast limp upon its back. The horror was over...but the scars lasted always.
One would think that having your Mother die, and just transitioning through the teen years would be enough to change a girl like Fawne...but no. She simply was the same girl she had always been, two faced and destructive. never in all of her days has she ever told the truth to someone outside of her lineage, and never has she even truly liked another person. Sure, boys were fun and having a pack of girls at your call is a plus...but none of them were worthy of her. As manipulative and cruel as she was, she protected her paper heart with everything that she had. She never let people get too close to her, and as such she never truly liked anyone...it was for self preservation.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
A sound was coming from the back room, something melodious and sweet. This was a different occurrence than usual. Most of the time, the sound of broken glass and loud cursing was what drifted from the store room, or else the sound of panting as employees delighted each other whilst the boss wasn't looking. That was generally how things worked at this little joint...but not tonight.
What was drifting through the open door was not a sound of fury and frustration, or of lust and passion, but of happiness and joy. Lips met from the same mouth, pursed together as notes fell forward. Someone was whistling a silly song in the back room...this was unnatural. What was more, was that it was issuing from a girl who rarely had much in the way of good feelings, as she often let her own troubles get in the way of just about everything else. Her twisted family background, her lack of a love life, and her sporadic social world. This girl rarely seemed to smile..and yet, she was only a note or two away from singing. And then it happened, her lips broke apart, and a song escaped into the air.
"If I could cheat, I would skip to the end, and DECIDE, if it's worth going through with.Skip to the last paragraph before we start, said a happy ending or a broken heart, happy ending or a broken heart!" the song had been stuck in Lavinia's head all the live long day, and she made no attempt to rid herself of the lyrics. She liked them, they were something that she could relate to. If she really could just close her eyes and find out if her efforts were worth what she'd put in to them, that would be a major relief for her. To just look into a man's eyes and see whether it was a new beginning or a dead end. That would be...remarkable.
Carrying a large crate of assorted brandies, wines, and other versions of alcohol, she made her way back up to the main room, where the bar was situated. As far as she knew, it was just her for the evening. she was going to be the only person manning the bar for the evening...great. Today was a Saturday as well, meaning that all sorts of students would be coming in to get tipsy and not have to worry about that hangover during History of Magic or Arithmancy.
Placing the large box on the glossy counter, she immediately began putting the bottles in their respective places. The lit up cabinet behind her was already glittering with various glass bottles, all still with good amounts of alcohol within them. Oh well, Cammie had said to restock the bar. With out much hesitation, she put the brandy in its place, followed by the different versions of whiskey, and then the tequila. The only thing left for her to put back on the shelf was a bottle of sherry and a bottle of vodka, yet there was no more room.
A slight chuckle broke the quiet air, as the place was all but deserted, wrapping her small fingers about the sherry bottle. "If Monroe noticed this, it'd be gone before Cams turned around." she said quietly, turning the bottle in her hands, running her prints over the cold label.
Monroe...she was rather certain that he worked at Purgatory as well, though he and Lavinia never had the same shift. Then again, she could have just imagined hearing that he worked in the same place, and that was why she never had to work the bar with him. Either way, she hadn't seen the guy since her graduation, and yet she was in no way perturbed by this. He was a guy, and guys generally brought her trouble. It was nothing against that gender, and there was nothing against Monroe, in fact she found him quite cute, it was just...Lavinia never seemed to make good choices when it came to the opposite sex. She also had a knack for misplacing her admiration, often giving herself away heart and soul before she'd gotten so much as a nod in return. She longed for everything in her life to straighten itself out...but she would have to be the one to do that.
Tucking her white blouse into the short black skirt she wore as the desired uniform, she perched herself upon one of the stools behind her station, propped her head up upon her palms, and waited for a customer. She was just so...bored. She wanted something to fall into her lap. A ditsy girl...a drunk...anything.
"...there's nothing to fall back on, come on, skip to the end..."
What was drifting through the open door was not a sound of fury and frustration, or of lust and passion, but of happiness and joy. Lips met from the same mouth, pursed together as notes fell forward. Someone was whistling a silly song in the back room...this was unnatural. What was more, was that it was issuing from a girl who rarely had much in the way of good feelings, as she often let her own troubles get in the way of just about everything else. Her twisted family background, her lack of a love life, and her sporadic social world. This girl rarely seemed to smile..and yet, she was only a note or two away from singing. And then it happened, her lips broke apart, and a song escaped into the air.
"If I could cheat, I would skip to the end, and DECIDE, if it's worth going through with.Skip to the last paragraph before we start, said a happy ending or a broken heart, happy ending or a broken heart!" the song had been stuck in Lavinia's head all the live long day, and she made no attempt to rid herself of the lyrics. She liked them, they were something that she could relate to. If she really could just close her eyes and find out if her efforts were worth what she'd put in to them, that would be a major relief for her. To just look into a man's eyes and see whether it was a new beginning or a dead end. That would be...remarkable.
Carrying a large crate of assorted brandies, wines, and other versions of alcohol, she made her way back up to the main room, where the bar was situated. As far as she knew, it was just her for the evening. she was going to be the only person manning the bar for the evening...great. Today was a Saturday as well, meaning that all sorts of students would be coming in to get tipsy and not have to worry about that hangover during History of Magic or Arithmancy.
Placing the large box on the glossy counter, she immediately began putting the bottles in their respective places. The lit up cabinet behind her was already glittering with various glass bottles, all still with good amounts of alcohol within them. Oh well, Cammie had said to restock the bar. With out much hesitation, she put the brandy in its place, followed by the different versions of whiskey, and then the tequila. The only thing left for her to put back on the shelf was a bottle of sherry and a bottle of vodka, yet there was no more room.
A slight chuckle broke the quiet air, as the place was all but deserted, wrapping her small fingers about the sherry bottle. "If Monroe noticed this, it'd be gone before Cams turned around." she said quietly, turning the bottle in her hands, running her prints over the cold label.
Monroe...she was rather certain that he worked at Purgatory as well, though he and Lavinia never had the same shift. Then again, she could have just imagined hearing that he worked in the same place, and that was why she never had to work the bar with him. Either way, she hadn't seen the guy since her graduation, and yet she was in no way perturbed by this. He was a guy, and guys generally brought her trouble. It was nothing against that gender, and there was nothing against Monroe, in fact she found him quite cute, it was just...Lavinia never seemed to make good choices when it came to the opposite sex. She also had a knack for misplacing her admiration, often giving herself away heart and soul before she'd gotten so much as a nod in return. She longed for everything in her life to straighten itself out...but she would have to be the one to do that.
Tucking her white blouse into the short black skirt she wore as the desired uniform, she perched herself upon one of the stools behind her station, propped her head up upon her palms, and waited for a customer. She was just so...bored. She wanted something to fall into her lap. A ditsy girl...a drunk...anything.
"...there's nothing to fall back on, come on, skip to the end..."