Post by Adriana Byron on Jun 6, 2009 17:26:02 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:
Adriana Isbeau Byron
AGE:
16
YEAR or OCCUPATION:
6th year
BIRTHDAY:
June 26th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:
Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:
Slytherin
FAMILY:
Alexander Byron - father - living
Elizabeth Byron - mother - living
ANYTHING ELSE:
Born of one of the oldest Dark Wizarding families in the world, Adrian was taught from a young age how to protect herself and how to act in proper society. Adriana acts tough, she doesn’t want anyone to know what makes her weak, and with good reason.
If you get to know her, you'll find a nice girl in Adriana. Indeed, she is not the bitch she seems to be all the time. Yes, she is blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks without showing any kind of tact and all, friend or not. She'll be blunt, and sometimes she will seem bitchy because of it, too. But that is just how she is. She's not the kind to shut up just to seem nice. If you annoy her, be sure she'll tell you! If you are her friend, she will love to make you laugh. She won’t go as far as to seem stupid in public, because she's not one of those ridiculous person, but she will be a fool. She will be there to ear you whine about stuff and she'll try to comfort you if something goes wrong, but due to her bluntness and lack of tact, she probably wouldn't be much help. Not like she doesn't try, though.
However, her bluntness can take a back seat when it comes to a situation where she needs to observe. This is one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. When it comes to a situation where all her intelligence is needed to focus on one thing, she can. While most people would make wild accusations of guilt or innocence, what people thought or felt, Adriana sits back and allows people just enough rope to hang themselves, all the while never revealing what she’s doing.
Adriana has a sharp whit and a smart mind. She’s extremely intelligent and will use it to her advantage. She is almost never at a loss for words, and has a brash tongue that can sting. She’s a good liar and a good actress, and is often well known as the girl with the perfect poker face. She can control all of her body’s reactions very well when she lies, having become so comfortable with it that her pupils don’t dilate and her pulse doesn’t speed up. And, she has a mannerism of speaking that can lead you down the path to hell and you’d think she’s taking you to heaven in a hand basket of silk.
She’s a flirt to say the least. She knows she’s pretty, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it. She often uses it to get away with a lot of things. However, because of it she can become extremely arrogant and self-centered, often reassuring herself that she is prettier than others as a boost to her own morale.
However, because of the trauma in her past, she has become a control freak. She felt so lost and not in control after her father’s death and after the incident with the judge she was prosecuting that she values every scrap of control she can get. If any of it is taken away from she goes into, for lack of better words, melt down mode. She can hardly function with the fear of messing up and having the control she has left also taken away from her.
She can be ridiculous about it, to a point where she will blatantly refuse to work with someone if it means working under them. Even in the romantic relationships she has, she has always had control in it, which might be why they don’t last long. To get her to let go of that issue on her own free will shows you that she trusts you more than anyone else. Only then will people see the nicer, old Adriana.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
This was on a historically based site, set in 1754 London. My character Adriana (love the name, different character of mine) was riding alone after having ditched her escort when she happens upon two people walking large Mastiffs. Her horse spooks at one and throws her.
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{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:
Adriana Isbeau Byron
AGE:
16
YEAR or OCCUPATION:
6th year
BIRTHDAY:
June 26th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:
Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:
Slytherin
FAMILY:
Alexander Byron - father - living
Elizabeth Byron - mother - living
ANYTHING ELSE:
Born of one of the oldest Dark Wizarding families in the world, Adrian was taught from a young age how to protect herself and how to act in proper society. Adriana acts tough, she doesn’t want anyone to know what makes her weak, and with good reason.
If you get to know her, you'll find a nice girl in Adriana. Indeed, she is not the bitch she seems to be all the time. Yes, she is blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks without showing any kind of tact and all, friend or not. She'll be blunt, and sometimes she will seem bitchy because of it, too. But that is just how she is. She's not the kind to shut up just to seem nice. If you annoy her, be sure she'll tell you! If you are her friend, she will love to make you laugh. She won’t go as far as to seem stupid in public, because she's not one of those ridiculous person, but she will be a fool. She will be there to ear you whine about stuff and she'll try to comfort you if something goes wrong, but due to her bluntness and lack of tact, she probably wouldn't be much help. Not like she doesn't try, though.
However, her bluntness can take a back seat when it comes to a situation where she needs to observe. This is one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. When it comes to a situation where all her intelligence is needed to focus on one thing, she can. While most people would make wild accusations of guilt or innocence, what people thought or felt, Adriana sits back and allows people just enough rope to hang themselves, all the while never revealing what she’s doing.
Adriana has a sharp whit and a smart mind. She’s extremely intelligent and will use it to her advantage. She is almost never at a loss for words, and has a brash tongue that can sting. She’s a good liar and a good actress, and is often well known as the girl with the perfect poker face. She can control all of her body’s reactions very well when she lies, having become so comfortable with it that her pupils don’t dilate and her pulse doesn’t speed up. And, she has a mannerism of speaking that can lead you down the path to hell and you’d think she’s taking you to heaven in a hand basket of silk.
She’s a flirt to say the least. She knows she’s pretty, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it. She often uses it to get away with a lot of things. However, because of it she can become extremely arrogant and self-centered, often reassuring herself that she is prettier than others as a boost to her own morale.
However, because of the trauma in her past, she has become a control freak. She felt so lost and not in control after her father’s death and after the incident with the judge she was prosecuting that she values every scrap of control she can get. If any of it is taken away from she goes into, for lack of better words, melt down mode. She can hardly function with the fear of messing up and having the control she has left also taken away from her.
She can be ridiculous about it, to a point where she will blatantly refuse to work with someone if it means working under them. Even in the romantic relationships she has, she has always had control in it, which might be why they don’t last long. To get her to let go of that issue on her own free will shows you that she trusts you more than anyone else. Only then will people see the nicer, old Adriana.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
This was on a historically based site, set in 1754 London. My character Adriana (love the name, different character of mine) was riding alone after having ditched her escort when she happens upon two people walking large Mastiffs. Her horse spooks at one and throws her.
Adriana resisted the urge to cringe when she felt hands on her. She was not used to being touched in such a personal manner that it surprised her at first. She noticed that, not far away, Constantine has stopped his uncontrollable freak and was moving back towards the group idly, now calm and sweating at the junctures in his body. 'Stupid animal' she thought mildly, which was not true. She loved that horse, and he was definitely not at stupid animal, but he was a horse. Horses were flight animals, and were easily frightened.
"I'm fine, really." She replied, moving to sit up before she pushed back down. "I've been thrown worse by a pony. Really, I'm fine." She replied, ignoring the blood on her glove. Head wounds bled easily, and it wasn't her temple, so she wasn't worried. The hand around her shoulders was comforting, but it was a man's arm and, when she noticed, she was very visibly far more uncomfortable. She never had been this close to a man before, and it made her extremely ill at rest.
The man holding her began calling for the other man who was sitting with the two, massively huge dogs. Frightening, but endearing animals that gave her the urge to curl up with one and fall asleep. Actually, sleeping felt like a very good idea, but she knew she couldn't do that. If she had a concussion, the last thing she needed was sleep.
A hand reached up and brushed the loose curls from her face and behind one ear, out of the way for now. She swallowed hard then as the other man came over as well, kneeling now in front of her. "I told you, I'm fine. I've had my fair share of falls, this isn't too terrible. I'll be sore tomorrow, however." Her voice was calm and even. She felt no adrenaline loss anymore, as she used to after a fall. There was no shakiness, no trembling, she felt perfectly fine, all be it a little sore, but fine.
She could smell the alcohol before she saw it, watching with interest out of the corner of her eye as the other man wet a handkerchief and pressed it to the back of her head. He had been right, it did sting a little. She cringed and inhaled sharply through her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment, but that was the only reaction out of her.
"I'm fine, really." She replied, moving to sit up before she pushed back down. "I've been thrown worse by a pony. Really, I'm fine." She replied, ignoring the blood on her glove. Head wounds bled easily, and it wasn't her temple, so she wasn't worried. The hand around her shoulders was comforting, but it was a man's arm and, when she noticed, she was very visibly far more uncomfortable. She never had been this close to a man before, and it made her extremely ill at rest.
The man holding her began calling for the other man who was sitting with the two, massively huge dogs. Frightening, but endearing animals that gave her the urge to curl up with one and fall asleep. Actually, sleeping felt like a very good idea, but she knew she couldn't do that. If she had a concussion, the last thing she needed was sleep.
A hand reached up and brushed the loose curls from her face and behind one ear, out of the way for now. She swallowed hard then as the other man came over as well, kneeling now in front of her. "I told you, I'm fine. I've had my fair share of falls, this isn't too terrible. I'll be sore tomorrow, however." Her voice was calm and even. She felt no adrenaline loss anymore, as she used to after a fall. There was no shakiness, no trembling, she felt perfectly fine, all be it a little sore, but fine.
She could smell the alcohol before she saw it, watching with interest out of the corner of her eye as the other man wet a handkerchief and pressed it to the back of her head. He had been right, it did sting a little. She cringed and inhaled sharply through her teeth, closing her eyes for a moment, but that was the only reaction out of her.