Post by musikal on Jan 14, 2007 2:33:00 GMT -5
OhxOhXSi::
Name/Alias: Yes. It's Paprika. [Gilligan] I am Princess of the Spice Rack. Remember that for later on when you have to suck up to me.
BeesXIntoXCoffee::
Full Name::Musikal Grim Tonks Lupin-->"Moony" or "Muse"
Pronounced -> MEw-Se-Cul
Age//Year::Seventeen//Seventh
House::Gryffindor
[Aren't her parents proud?]
Affiliation:: Now her parents are Order members, but Musikal likes to shy away from all the stuff going on. Like how she shys away from any thing doing with doctors.
Parents::Nymphadora Tonks && Remus Lupin
Blood::Half-Blood.
History:: A great night of August thirteen, where Miss Lupin could have risked the loss of everything. Her daughter and herself. Musikal always was a burden, from the very day she's living now to the very day she had settled herself in the womb of Nymphadora. It was three thirteen in the afternoon and the couple was sitting around the fire, Remus was reading the newspaper and well Tonks was knitting. That's a funny thought, but what else could she do? Three days before the baby was due to come actually and she burst into some sort of horrible pain. Well, Musikal like all normal children was born in the hospital, and at three thirty-three. She was on the breathing machine for about three days, because she had torn the inner lining of her mother's stomach and her lung had a little bit of a burst. When she was younger she did use the inhaler. Now her lungs are fine. Her mother is fine also. Her name was nothing special, just something that popped we could have guessed. Though her middle name is sort of depressing and could add grief to any situation. Though we all learn to live past that, now don't we?
When Musikal was able to walk by herself, without any help she had now learned herself a hobby. She would take anything in her reach and dance with it. She was quite the actress, and performer. She'd sing in her diaper as if she was the star of the show. She always was one for attention. Perhaps the naming was only a concidence? By this time she had learned of her parents abilities. Her father and full moons and her mother knowing how to change her apperance. How Muse admired this. Her starry eyes gleamed with admiration all the time. She could have been the green eyed jealous monster baby.
Till the age of one and a half she had learned to live the alone life with her magical parents. Having a schedule and living by it, but by then Remus and Nymphadora were ready for another child. Yet, Tonks didn't know if she was capable. So, at that note. They adopted a wonderful baby boy. He was an odd one to Muse, all flirty looking, but plain. She turned her head in disgust. He was not a real Lupin, this was for sure. She wasn't at all mean when she was about one, so she didn't say anything and kept it that way till she grew up to be old and intelligent with common sense.
We can guess that Tonks was capable for another child, because well that was what happened. They had a baby boy! Four years later of adopting their second child. For some reason, ever since toddler Musikal was in the room and the baby had pulled her hair so that she was close to him, she had felt a sudden warmth inside for him. Another baby, another joy, another nonbreakable play toy. She smiled a toothy grin at this thought inside her.
So for the next six years they lived, the three of them. A little unknowing of the world that was going on around them outside of their household. Even though after bed she was sure that her parents did something to protect them.
Now, by this time Musikal was eleven and she was capable to go to Hogwarts, since it had opened once more. She was greatful, having to do something other than her everyday routine. They got her stuff, with a little owl and broom as a reward, and she was on her way. The sorting was all fine and dandy, getting into Gryfinndor and all that. Meeting some friends that she was sure to love for the rest of her days, and becoming the Keeper for the Qudditch team two years later. She was once more free and "alone" in any terms for a while. Till the attack happened, and then her adopted brother came to hogwarts, getting into Hufflepuff. She just blew her bangs up at this. In the same year, she and her three wonderful friends were now sure of turning into animagi, not that they were registered or anything. Her form being a hummingbird, how great. The year afterwards her last brother came and got into Ravenclaw, she always knew he was clever. All was well for a while. Now she's in her last year, and she wants to cause a bit of chaos to make her mark in the school everlasting.
Appearance::
She was born tiny, and small, but as she had started to grow she was taller and stronger than most. Beating up the boys around her neighborhood. In her first year at Hogwarts, she had noticed that she was the smallest out of all of them. Now, she is at least five feet and six and a half inches in vertical length. She has always had an appiette. She could eat her way through a box of food in all shapes, sizes, and assortments. She'd probably even eat the box too, but that isn't very healthy is it? In this case, she'll just leave the box for recycling. Thanks to all her working out on her broom from being a Keeper, she has at least mantained a weight of one hundred and eight pounds.
Ever since he was born she had a stunning color of hair. the most shining color of whitish blonde you could imagine. When the light hits it, it's blinding. She never really knew the real color of her mother's hair, but she could probably imagine that she had inhertated this from her female parental. It's a twisted kind of curly, almost like when you look at it, it presents itself in a zig-zagged manner. Two inches past her shoulders when at this style, and three when attempted for straightening. Most of the time, it's down or up in a messy pony. As most girls wear their hair for quickness and style in one.
Her eyes are a weird color of bright green. You could pick her out from all the other girls who will stand in front of you swooning at your feet. Her skin is in patches of peach, pink, and pale. She's almost like a dalmatian except it's not the black and white. She'll look like one of those girls at a bar, that you have to buy a drink for, but she's way to classy for that sort of thing. She won't accept the pineapple drink in that martini glass, but she'll happily give you a light kiss on your cheek. Going home empty hearted is just a waste of time for all those lonely loser who go out for a good time. You'll turn your back, and there she'll be walking out the door in her black jeans and striped gray and white sweater.
Due to Prong's careless thinking he had given the four friends some firewhiskey. Moony never was one to hold in her liquer, and as a result. She had rode to a place where they gave tattoos, and she got different markings below her neck and above her breasts. Her parents didn't even want to know what happened, but they were kind of disappointed in her act of irresponsibilty. She has great felixability, bending over backwards to plenty of people, phsycially and mentally. She has breasts, but she doesn't really care. It's all part of being a woman, they all have them. Her face is oval shaped, and her lips are thin till you get to the middle where they plump up bit. They are a shade of pink, that almost look white and ghostly. She wears a pair of blue glow-in-the-dark earrings in her ears most of the time. When she doesn't, she's usually wearing something her friends had given to her. Her sense of style is like any other girls, with a dash of something she picked up from somewhere no one knows of. Yet, no one even dares to ask her.
Personality::Not all girls were made from sugar, spice, and everything nice. From acholol, sweets, and seductive smiles was what Musikal was made from. She gets a smile on her face from seeing these people that the Muggle's call binge drinkers. She has quite the temper, don't mess with her or her friends, she'll get the urge to pull the trigger. Not that her wand has one, but she does know a few spells that come useful to her.
Love was not an easy concept to her. The dating scene had never really been her thing. Now she is open to the whole finding the one who needs, wants, craves, desires her. Now on the subject of this there's flirting, everyone does it. As well as Musikal though she was always a bit more in and out there. Scandolous and Cliche. This may be taboo for a teenage girl to be acting like this, but it's not like she cares anyways. You can't judge her for being over the top in almost every single way.
She's on the side of immature. Still slightly giggle when she hears something about sex. Childish, I know, but that's the way Miss Lupin is. Loud and crazy, you might get the urge to slap her when she's talking because A, she doesn't have any common sense sometimes; B, she is too fricking loud; or C, she won't even pause or shut up all together. Which can be a bit annoying to the people who want to talk also. How much trouble do you think she gets in class for non-stop talk?
She believes that she can achieve world domination. With a book, a bag of chips, a soda, her broom, and her wand. Well, of course she'll need her friends or it wouldn't be anything worth it. She may be the girl with the strange look in her eye like a killing machine who talks for hours and believes in world domination but at least she has her morals.
When she's all alone, which isn't very often, she is found somewhere by the gargoyle status hiding and playing her flute. Now, there are just some things that people do alone. Though if you're quiet, you can hear the sounds of her flute playing around the corridors.
She's just a wrapper of chocolate bubble gum that's waiting to be unwrapped under the over going sun.
Extras?::
Marauders;; She's Moony, they all know she's the weird brain of the group.
Special Abilities;; She's an unregistered animagi, a hummingbird in fact.
Qudditch;; She's a Keeper for the Gryfinndor team.
Pets;; She has a almost calico looking owl named Caffinee due to her fascination to the thing called Coffee and anything made from the wonderful invention called caffinee. See how dedicated she is?
Status;; Lonely, oh so lonely. [whines] =]
Family Postion;; Eldest child and only girl. Only Gryffindor child too.
Nicknames;; To her brothers she's Musikal or just plain Mu
[like Mew in pokemon]
To her parents it's Grim, no one has dared to call her that, yet.
To her friends she's Moony, her three closest friends of course.
To the other people at school she's either Musikal, Music, or Muse.
Roleplay Sample::
I don't have to have one, because I own you all except the other four Amigas.
Yet, if Bri wants me to do this. I will.
I'm an open-minded person, who listens when she has to.
Besides, it doesn't take long to make a simple roleplay sample.
Name/Alias: Yes. It's Paprika. [Gilligan] I am Princess of the Spice Rack. Remember that for later on when you have to suck up to me.
BeesXIntoXCoffee::
Full Name::Musikal Grim Tonks Lupin-->"Moony" or "Muse"
Pronounced -> MEw-Se-Cul
Age//Year::Seventeen//Seventh
House::Gryffindor
[Aren't her parents proud?]
Affiliation:: Now her parents are Order members, but Musikal likes to shy away from all the stuff going on. Like how she shys away from any thing doing with doctors.
Parents::Nymphadora Tonks && Remus Lupin
Blood::Half-Blood.
History:: A great night of August thirteen, where Miss Lupin could have risked the loss of everything. Her daughter and herself. Musikal always was a burden, from the very day she's living now to the very day she had settled herself in the womb of Nymphadora. It was three thirteen in the afternoon and the couple was sitting around the fire, Remus was reading the newspaper and well Tonks was knitting. That's a funny thought, but what else could she do? Three days before the baby was due to come actually and she burst into some sort of horrible pain. Well, Musikal like all normal children was born in the hospital, and at three thirty-three. She was on the breathing machine for about three days, because she had torn the inner lining of her mother's stomach and her lung had a little bit of a burst. When she was younger she did use the inhaler. Now her lungs are fine. Her mother is fine also. Her name was nothing special, just something that popped we could have guessed. Though her middle name is sort of depressing and could add grief to any situation. Though we all learn to live past that, now don't we?
When Musikal was able to walk by herself, without any help she had now learned herself a hobby. She would take anything in her reach and dance with it. She was quite the actress, and performer. She'd sing in her diaper as if she was the star of the show. She always was one for attention. Perhaps the naming was only a concidence? By this time she had learned of her parents abilities. Her father and full moons and her mother knowing how to change her apperance. How Muse admired this. Her starry eyes gleamed with admiration all the time. She could have been the green eyed jealous monster baby.
Till the age of one and a half she had learned to live the alone life with her magical parents. Having a schedule and living by it, but by then Remus and Nymphadora were ready for another child. Yet, Tonks didn't know if she was capable. So, at that note. They adopted a wonderful baby boy. He was an odd one to Muse, all flirty looking, but plain. She turned her head in disgust. He was not a real Lupin, this was for sure. She wasn't at all mean when she was about one, so she didn't say anything and kept it that way till she grew up to be old and intelligent with common sense.
We can guess that Tonks was capable for another child, because well that was what happened. They had a baby boy! Four years later of adopting their second child. For some reason, ever since toddler Musikal was in the room and the baby had pulled her hair so that she was close to him, she had felt a sudden warmth inside for him. Another baby, another joy, another nonbreakable play toy. She smiled a toothy grin at this thought inside her.
So for the next six years they lived, the three of them. A little unknowing of the world that was going on around them outside of their household. Even though after bed she was sure that her parents did something to protect them.
Now, by this time Musikal was eleven and she was capable to go to Hogwarts, since it had opened once more. She was greatful, having to do something other than her everyday routine. They got her stuff, with a little owl and broom as a reward, and she was on her way. The sorting was all fine and dandy, getting into Gryfinndor and all that. Meeting some friends that she was sure to love for the rest of her days, and becoming the Keeper for the Qudditch team two years later. She was once more free and "alone" in any terms for a while. Till the attack happened, and then her adopted brother came to hogwarts, getting into Hufflepuff. She just blew her bangs up at this. In the same year, she and her three wonderful friends were now sure of turning into animagi, not that they were registered or anything. Her form being a hummingbird, how great. The year afterwards her last brother came and got into Ravenclaw, she always knew he was clever. All was well for a while. Now she's in her last year, and she wants to cause a bit of chaos to make her mark in the school everlasting.
Appearance::
She was born tiny, and small, but as she had started to grow she was taller and stronger than most. Beating up the boys around her neighborhood. In her first year at Hogwarts, she had noticed that she was the smallest out of all of them. Now, she is at least five feet and six and a half inches in vertical length. She has always had an appiette. She could eat her way through a box of food in all shapes, sizes, and assortments. She'd probably even eat the box too, but that isn't very healthy is it? In this case, she'll just leave the box for recycling. Thanks to all her working out on her broom from being a Keeper, she has at least mantained a weight of one hundred and eight pounds.
Ever since he was born she had a stunning color of hair. the most shining color of whitish blonde you could imagine. When the light hits it, it's blinding. She never really knew the real color of her mother's hair, but she could probably imagine that she had inhertated this from her female parental. It's a twisted kind of curly, almost like when you look at it, it presents itself in a zig-zagged manner. Two inches past her shoulders when at this style, and three when attempted for straightening. Most of the time, it's down or up in a messy pony. As most girls wear their hair for quickness and style in one.
Her eyes are a weird color of bright green. You could pick her out from all the other girls who will stand in front of you swooning at your feet. Her skin is in patches of peach, pink, and pale. She's almost like a dalmatian except it's not the black and white. She'll look like one of those girls at a bar, that you have to buy a drink for, but she's way to classy for that sort of thing. She won't accept the pineapple drink in that martini glass, but she'll happily give you a light kiss on your cheek. Going home empty hearted is just a waste of time for all those lonely loser who go out for a good time. You'll turn your back, and there she'll be walking out the door in her black jeans and striped gray and white sweater.
Due to Prong's careless thinking he had given the four friends some firewhiskey. Moony never was one to hold in her liquer, and as a result. She had rode to a place where they gave tattoos, and she got different markings below her neck and above her breasts. Her parents didn't even want to know what happened, but they were kind of disappointed in her act of irresponsibilty. She has great felixability, bending over backwards to plenty of people, phsycially and mentally. She has breasts, but she doesn't really care. It's all part of being a woman, they all have them. Her face is oval shaped, and her lips are thin till you get to the middle where they plump up bit. They are a shade of pink, that almost look white and ghostly. She wears a pair of blue glow-in-the-dark earrings in her ears most of the time. When she doesn't, she's usually wearing something her friends had given to her. Her sense of style is like any other girls, with a dash of something she picked up from somewhere no one knows of. Yet, no one even dares to ask her.
Personality::Not all girls were made from sugar, spice, and everything nice. From acholol, sweets, and seductive smiles was what Musikal was made from. She gets a smile on her face from seeing these people that the Muggle's call binge drinkers. She has quite the temper, don't mess with her or her friends, she'll get the urge to pull the trigger. Not that her wand has one, but she does know a few spells that come useful to her.
Love was not an easy concept to her. The dating scene had never really been her thing. Now she is open to the whole finding the one who needs, wants, craves, desires her. Now on the subject of this there's flirting, everyone does it. As well as Musikal though she was always a bit more in and out there. Scandolous and Cliche. This may be taboo for a teenage girl to be acting like this, but it's not like she cares anyways. You can't judge her for being over the top in almost every single way.
She's on the side of immature. Still slightly giggle when she hears something about sex. Childish, I know, but that's the way Miss Lupin is. Loud and crazy, you might get the urge to slap her when she's talking because A, she doesn't have any common sense sometimes; B, she is too fricking loud; or C, she won't even pause or shut up all together. Which can be a bit annoying to the people who want to talk also. How much trouble do you think she gets in class for non-stop talk?
She believes that she can achieve world domination. With a book, a bag of chips, a soda, her broom, and her wand. Well, of course she'll need her friends or it wouldn't be anything worth it. She may be the girl with the strange look in her eye like a killing machine who talks for hours and believes in world domination but at least she has her morals.
When she's all alone, which isn't very often, she is found somewhere by the gargoyle status hiding and playing her flute. Now, there are just some things that people do alone. Though if you're quiet, you can hear the sounds of her flute playing around the corridors.
She's just a wrapper of chocolate bubble gum that's waiting to be unwrapped under the over going sun.
Extras?::
Marauders;; She's Moony, they all know she's the weird brain of the group.
Special Abilities;; She's an unregistered animagi, a hummingbird in fact.
Qudditch;; She's a Keeper for the Gryfinndor team.
Pets;; She has a almost calico looking owl named Caffinee due to her fascination to the thing called Coffee and anything made from the wonderful invention called caffinee. See how dedicated she is?
Status;; Lonely, oh so lonely. [whines] =]
Family Postion;; Eldest child and only girl. Only Gryffindor child too.
Nicknames;; To her brothers she's Musikal or just plain Mu
[like Mew in pokemon]
To her parents it's Grim, no one has dared to call her that, yet.
To her friends she's Moony, her three closest friends of course.
To the other people at school she's either Musikal, Music, or Muse.
Roleplay Sample::
I don't have to have one, because I own you all except the other four Amigas.
Yet, if Bri wants me to do this. I will.
I'm an open-minded person, who listens when she has to.
Besides, it doesn't take long to make a simple roleplay sample.
