Post by amelle on Jan 22, 2007 21:52:34 GMT -5
OoC::
Name/Alias: Brittany, Britt, Britty-Kitty, El Conquistador. Any of those.
BiC::
Full Name:: Amelle Elisabeth Marie-Thérèse Delacour Weasley
Age//Year:: Sixteen, Sixth.
House:: Slytherin
Affiliation:: Neutral. Even though her parents were both in The Order, she's confused as to wear she belongs, her being in Slytherin and all.
Parents:: Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley
Blood:: Pure, I'm quite sure.
History:: Fleur was at Bill's parents when she felt a sharp, familiar pain. Turning towards her mother-in-law, Molly, she gripped the table that she had been sitting in front of at the time."Molly," she said calmly through clenched teeth,"We need to go to the hospital. I do believe it's time." Of course, Mrs.Weasley was ecstatic. When she first heard that her eldest son and his wife were expecting, she instantly went to work on a baby blanket for the new Weasley child, just as she had for it's older sister, but there was more surprises with this baby, and it was the fact that it wasn't just one baby, but two. She could barely contain herself from that point on, and had been paying even more special attention to Fleur to make sure that both of her grandchildren were fine. After a short Floo ride to St. Mungoes and an extremely short wait in the waiting room, the two women were in the maternity wing, joined by Bill who had been doing a little bit of overtime at Gringrotts and Arthur who had brought their first daughter to make sure she could welcome the twins, the rest of the Weasley family waited quite impatiently in the lobby of the wing. Ten hours later and five minutes after that on July 11th, the twins were born. The eldest was the son, who Fleur had promised to let Bill name, and then the daughter. Fleur had put her foot down quite firmly when it came to naming her children, since they had compromised on the first child, and had decided to name their new girl after her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. The child's name was a mouth-full, but left her with many nicknames to be used as she grew older, Amelle Elisabeth Marie-Thérèse Delacour Weasley. Soon after the birth, the family was allowed in the room to greet the new additions. As Fleur cradled them in her arms, the Weasley's exclaimed over and over how much they looked like their mother already, a fact that would only be intensified as they grew older.
The Delacour Weasley children were moved between England and France every so often, and with England becoming less and less safe for their family, it seemed they had eventually taken up a permanent residence in France at Chateau Delacour on the riveira. They had a more than comfortable childhood, living in a care-free way. They were taught to be bi-lingual in French and English from an early age, but since they had lived in France, the english become much less important. Amelle enjoyed herself, becoming near unseperable from her brother, looking up to her sister. With blonde hair and big blue eyes (one of which had a small spot of brown in it), she was certainly adorable, charming guests to the house with her siblings. After much begging from her mother, Bill allowed her to be in muggle modeling after she was asked to when she was three. But, shortly after the twins fourth birthday, her whole life would be turned upside down.
Fleur, Amelle, and her other two siblings were in the living room at Chateau Delacour with their Grandmother Weasley who had came to visit. Fleur had been crying for most of the day, feeling as if something was wrong with Bill, though she hadn't heard from her husband most of the day. Bill had been sent on a mission for the Order and wouldn't give her any details, but he had been trying to prepare Fleur for the worst, because he felt that he wouldn't come back from the mission alive. Around ten that night a member from the Order came to give the family the news. Fleur's worst nightmare was true, and Bill had been right to tell his wife, because sadly he had died. Fleur was inconsolable for days as was most of the Weasley family, the twins and their sister not understanding what was wrong except that Daddy wasn't coming home, not realizing how true it was until the funeral. The week of the funeral Fleur had been feeling sick though, as if something wasn't right, then learned that she was pregnant with the last child she would ever have. The family considered it a miracle, wanting to keep Fleur and her children close to them. But, even though the family was so accepting and wanting to help Fleur through the time, she decided to move her family in with Gabrielle and her husband Oliver. She kept Amelle in modeling, but noticed something was wrong with her youngest daughter. A child who had once been bubbly and cheerful was becoming snobby and controlling, but still as beautiful as ever. Her mother thought it was only a phase and ignored it, not thinking it would evolve into anything major. Later that year, the last Delacour Weasley child had been born, a healthy baby boy, leaving the twins with a younger sibling.
As Amelle grew older, her attitude stayed more than the same, only increasing with her succesful modeling career, which meant more trips to France. The child was slim, charming,easily able to sway people to her opinion, but carried quite the temper when provoked. Her mother had realized that this child of hers was going to be different, and in that, she was right. During the sorting ceremony, Amelle strutted confidently up to the Sorting Hat, being placed in Slytherin shortly afterwards. It didn't surprise her...No matter how many of her family members expected both of the twins to be in Gryffindor, she knew deep down that she would be placed in the house opposite. Six years later and Voldemort taking over, she was still her snobbish, stuck-up, french self.
Appearance:: Amelle has blonde hair and blue eyes, her right eye is about half-brown. Her hair is usually down, either straight or curled into really soft ringlets.Because of her modeling career, she has a variety of things in her wardrobe ranging from regular to outrageous. Her skin is pale, and usually the only make-up she wears is eyeliner and mascara with some chapstick or lipgloss. Depending on how she feels she'll wear concealer, but not often. She doesn't really like to wear heavy make-up.
She's 5'7" without shoes on, and she usually wears some form of heels, ranging anywhere from stilettos to boots. Usually, you can see her wearing a skirt or dress of some sort, sometimes pairing the dress with a pair of jeans. She's slim, but not super thin to the point where you can see her ribs. She prides herself on her looks, being quite vain at times. Some may call her a narcissict, but she's okay with that. She won't deny who she is.
When she's out of school, vacationing in France if she can convince her mother to let her, you can see her on the Riveira, partying in a skirt and her bikini top, and of course heels. During the day she'll be seen wearing big sunglasses and any assortment of clothes she decides that day. Amelle, being the spoiled girl she is, seems to have an endless wardrobe, and endless faces and moods to match it.
Personality:: Depending on how you catch her and what people she's with, Amelle has a wide variety of moods. With her family, she's softer, less snobby, more of a Weasley than what people think. But at school, that's a different story. You can see her strutting down the halls confidently, ignoring those she doesn't feel the need to talk to, a complete and total beeotch. In class, she pays close attention to the teacher. Although she seems stuck-up and ditzy, she keeps it her personal goal to maintain a perfect average. She's a Weasley, and a Delacour Weasley at that, and she will get somewhere.
When she's with her housemates she blends right in. Six years of being with some of the people builds bonds, good and bad. But when she's alone with her brother, she could be the sarcastic Gryffindor for all anyone knew, if they didn't know her well. Although she puts up a good facade, she's not as bad as everyone thinks. But she feels she needs to set up walls to protect herself, because if she doesn't keep herself from getting hurt, who will?
Sometimes she feels as if she's being fake, not knowing where Family-Amelle starts and Hogwarts-Amelle ends. It's hard, in her opinion, being the only Weasley in Slytherin, but it's something she's adjusted too. It doesn't mean she's going to graduate and do terrible things. It doesn't mean she's going to be coniving and evil either. But it doesn't mean she's going to be the perfect daughter. Amelle is sarcastic and gets straight to the point most days, not caring for people's feelings if they ask her opinions. If they wanted honesty, that's what they'll get.
Extras?:: (Special abilities, Quidditch, pets, ect.) She's bi-lingual (French and English), has a white cat with one blue eye and one green eye named Noel, part-Veela from her mother's side.
Roleplay Sample:: Amelle gave a yawn, looking at her watch. It was half past one in the afternoon on a Saturday, and rather than being out with her friends, she had to finish a paper. It was her sixth year and she had signed up for an overload of classes, giving her no free time if she didn't plan things out right. But, she had forgotten about the Arithmancy essay she had due on Monday. Arithmancy...It was a curse, in her opinion. It was her worst subject and was threatening her grades, only getting an E in it now. Tapping her manicured nails on the table, she was becoming impatient. As she looked at her book, she scowled."Zut," she muttered underneath her breath,"I'll finish it tomorrow." Closing her book swiftly, she tossed it back in her bag, then stood up, stretching a bit. She smoothed out her knee-length, spaghetti strapped dress (an odd color, slightly darker than blood red) and looked at the jeans she had paired underneath of it, finishing it off with some chunky jewelry and brown, faux-calf skin boots with skinny heels that her jeans were tucked into. She had no clue where any of her friends would be, but it didn't matter. She always found someone.
Placing her bag on her shoulder she walked out of the library, enjoying the 'click' noise her shoes were making. A smirk played on her light pink lips, as if she were up to something when in reality she wasn't. Where she was walking, she honestly had no clue, but she was going somewhere. Eventually, she found herself in front of the Slytherin dorms. Saying the password in a bored manner, she entered the room.
Breathing in deeply, she gave a genuine smile. She had always loved the smell of firewood, coming down in the middle of the night to read in the large armchairs in front of the fire when no one was awake but the house elves. The green and silver house colors weaved itself throughout the room, the founder of Slytherin House looking down on his common room vigilantly from above the fireplace. At times she felt like she didn't belong in this house, that she should be somewhere else. But moments like this reminded her that she wouldn't change it, who she was, for the world.
Name/Alias: Brittany, Britt, Britty-Kitty, El Conquistador. Any of those.
BiC::
Full Name:: Amelle Elisabeth Marie-Thérèse Delacour Weasley
Age//Year:: Sixteen, Sixth.
House:: Slytherin
Affiliation:: Neutral. Even though her parents were both in The Order, she's confused as to wear she belongs, her being in Slytherin and all.
Parents:: Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley
Blood:: Pure, I'm quite sure.
History:: Fleur was at Bill's parents when she felt a sharp, familiar pain. Turning towards her mother-in-law, Molly, she gripped the table that she had been sitting in front of at the time."Molly," she said calmly through clenched teeth,"We need to go to the hospital. I do believe it's time." Of course, Mrs.Weasley was ecstatic. When she first heard that her eldest son and his wife were expecting, she instantly went to work on a baby blanket for the new Weasley child, just as she had for it's older sister, but there was more surprises with this baby, and it was the fact that it wasn't just one baby, but two. She could barely contain herself from that point on, and had been paying even more special attention to Fleur to make sure that both of her grandchildren were fine. After a short Floo ride to St. Mungoes and an extremely short wait in the waiting room, the two women were in the maternity wing, joined by Bill who had been doing a little bit of overtime at Gringrotts and Arthur who had brought their first daughter to make sure she could welcome the twins, the rest of the Weasley family waited quite impatiently in the lobby of the wing. Ten hours later and five minutes after that on July 11th, the twins were born. The eldest was the son, who Fleur had promised to let Bill name, and then the daughter. Fleur had put her foot down quite firmly when it came to naming her children, since they had compromised on the first child, and had decided to name their new girl after her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. The child's name was a mouth-full, but left her with many nicknames to be used as she grew older, Amelle Elisabeth Marie-Thérèse Delacour Weasley. Soon after the birth, the family was allowed in the room to greet the new additions. As Fleur cradled them in her arms, the Weasley's exclaimed over and over how much they looked like their mother already, a fact that would only be intensified as they grew older.
The Delacour Weasley children were moved between England and France every so often, and with England becoming less and less safe for their family, it seemed they had eventually taken up a permanent residence in France at Chateau Delacour on the riveira. They had a more than comfortable childhood, living in a care-free way. They were taught to be bi-lingual in French and English from an early age, but since they had lived in France, the english become much less important. Amelle enjoyed herself, becoming near unseperable from her brother, looking up to her sister. With blonde hair and big blue eyes (one of which had a small spot of brown in it), she was certainly adorable, charming guests to the house with her siblings. After much begging from her mother, Bill allowed her to be in muggle modeling after she was asked to when she was three. But, shortly after the twins fourth birthday, her whole life would be turned upside down.
Fleur, Amelle, and her other two siblings were in the living room at Chateau Delacour with their Grandmother Weasley who had came to visit. Fleur had been crying for most of the day, feeling as if something was wrong with Bill, though she hadn't heard from her husband most of the day. Bill had been sent on a mission for the Order and wouldn't give her any details, but he had been trying to prepare Fleur for the worst, because he felt that he wouldn't come back from the mission alive. Around ten that night a member from the Order came to give the family the news. Fleur's worst nightmare was true, and Bill had been right to tell his wife, because sadly he had died. Fleur was inconsolable for days as was most of the Weasley family, the twins and their sister not understanding what was wrong except that Daddy wasn't coming home, not realizing how true it was until the funeral. The week of the funeral Fleur had been feeling sick though, as if something wasn't right, then learned that she was pregnant with the last child she would ever have. The family considered it a miracle, wanting to keep Fleur and her children close to them. But, even though the family was so accepting and wanting to help Fleur through the time, she decided to move her family in with Gabrielle and her husband Oliver. She kept Amelle in modeling, but noticed something was wrong with her youngest daughter. A child who had once been bubbly and cheerful was becoming snobby and controlling, but still as beautiful as ever. Her mother thought it was only a phase and ignored it, not thinking it would evolve into anything major. Later that year, the last Delacour Weasley child had been born, a healthy baby boy, leaving the twins with a younger sibling.
As Amelle grew older, her attitude stayed more than the same, only increasing with her succesful modeling career, which meant more trips to France. The child was slim, charming,easily able to sway people to her opinion, but carried quite the temper when provoked. Her mother had realized that this child of hers was going to be different, and in that, she was right. During the sorting ceremony, Amelle strutted confidently up to the Sorting Hat, being placed in Slytherin shortly afterwards. It didn't surprise her...No matter how many of her family members expected both of the twins to be in Gryffindor, she knew deep down that she would be placed in the house opposite. Six years later and Voldemort taking over, she was still her snobbish, stuck-up, french self.
Appearance:: Amelle has blonde hair and blue eyes, her right eye is about half-brown. Her hair is usually down, either straight or curled into really soft ringlets.Because of her modeling career, she has a variety of things in her wardrobe ranging from regular to outrageous. Her skin is pale, and usually the only make-up she wears is eyeliner and mascara with some chapstick or lipgloss. Depending on how she feels she'll wear concealer, but not often. She doesn't really like to wear heavy make-up.
She's 5'7" without shoes on, and she usually wears some form of heels, ranging anywhere from stilettos to boots. Usually, you can see her wearing a skirt or dress of some sort, sometimes pairing the dress with a pair of jeans. She's slim, but not super thin to the point where you can see her ribs. She prides herself on her looks, being quite vain at times. Some may call her a narcissict, but she's okay with that. She won't deny who she is.
When she's out of school, vacationing in France if she can convince her mother to let her, you can see her on the Riveira, partying in a skirt and her bikini top, and of course heels. During the day she'll be seen wearing big sunglasses and any assortment of clothes she decides that day. Amelle, being the spoiled girl she is, seems to have an endless wardrobe, and endless faces and moods to match it.
Personality:: Depending on how you catch her and what people she's with, Amelle has a wide variety of moods. With her family, she's softer, less snobby, more of a Weasley than what people think. But at school, that's a different story. You can see her strutting down the halls confidently, ignoring those she doesn't feel the need to talk to, a complete and total beeotch. In class, she pays close attention to the teacher. Although she seems stuck-up and ditzy, she keeps it her personal goal to maintain a perfect average. She's a Weasley, and a Delacour Weasley at that, and she will get somewhere.
When she's with her housemates she blends right in. Six years of being with some of the people builds bonds, good and bad. But when she's alone with her brother, she could be the sarcastic Gryffindor for all anyone knew, if they didn't know her well. Although she puts up a good facade, she's not as bad as everyone thinks. But she feels she needs to set up walls to protect herself, because if she doesn't keep herself from getting hurt, who will?
Sometimes she feels as if she's being fake, not knowing where Family-Amelle starts and Hogwarts-Amelle ends. It's hard, in her opinion, being the only Weasley in Slytherin, but it's something she's adjusted too. It doesn't mean she's going to graduate and do terrible things. It doesn't mean she's going to be coniving and evil either. But it doesn't mean she's going to be the perfect daughter. Amelle is sarcastic and gets straight to the point most days, not caring for people's feelings if they ask her opinions. If they wanted honesty, that's what they'll get.
Extras?:: (Special abilities, Quidditch, pets, ect.) She's bi-lingual (French and English), has a white cat with one blue eye and one green eye named Noel, part-Veela from her mother's side.
Roleplay Sample:: Amelle gave a yawn, looking at her watch. It was half past one in the afternoon on a Saturday, and rather than being out with her friends, she had to finish a paper. It was her sixth year and she had signed up for an overload of classes, giving her no free time if she didn't plan things out right. But, she had forgotten about the Arithmancy essay she had due on Monday. Arithmancy...It was a curse, in her opinion. It was her worst subject and was threatening her grades, only getting an E in it now. Tapping her manicured nails on the table, she was becoming impatient. As she looked at her book, she scowled."Zut," she muttered underneath her breath,"I'll finish it tomorrow." Closing her book swiftly, she tossed it back in her bag, then stood up, stretching a bit. She smoothed out her knee-length, spaghetti strapped dress (an odd color, slightly darker than blood red) and looked at the jeans she had paired underneath of it, finishing it off with some chunky jewelry and brown, faux-calf skin boots with skinny heels that her jeans were tucked into. She had no clue where any of her friends would be, but it didn't matter. She always found someone.
Placing her bag on her shoulder she walked out of the library, enjoying the 'click' noise her shoes were making. A smirk played on her light pink lips, as if she were up to something when in reality she wasn't. Where she was walking, she honestly had no clue, but she was going somewhere. Eventually, she found herself in front of the Slytherin dorms. Saying the password in a bored manner, she entered the room.
Breathing in deeply, she gave a genuine smile. She had always loved the smell of firewood, coming down in the middle of the night to read in the large armchairs in front of the fire when no one was awake but the house elves. The green and silver house colors weaved itself throughout the room, the founder of Slytherin House looking down on his common room vigilantly from above the fireplace. At times she felt like she didn't belong in this house, that she should be somewhere else. But moments like this reminded her that she wouldn't change it, who she was, for the world.