Post by demise02 on Dec 2, 2008 21:11:37 GMT -5
Stryder Marie Rockwood
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Name/Alias: Betty-Sue
Age: 20 candles lit
RP Experience: Two lit candles
How Did You Found Us: Gwen
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: 15 + hours a week
Other Characters: Lyre Lovejoy
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Character's Full Name: Stryder Marie Rockwood
Nicknames: Stry
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Canon or Original: Canon
House: Slytherin
Birthday: December 24th
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pureblood
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Play By: Vanessa Anne Hudgens
Appearance: Stryder is small and petite. She stands about 5’3 and is 115 lbs. She’s skinny, but not too skinny. She has a very curvaceous figure and an average sized chest. She has long dark raven tresses that hang loosely down her back. She usually wears her hair down and curled at the ends.
She has a beautiful copper complexion and her skin is flawless, no blemishes or flaws on her lovely façade. Her eyes are almond shaped and as dark as night. Many people tell her that her orbs are bewitching when they look into them. Stryder has long and thick eyelashes, which only enhance her vivid yet mysterious eyes.
She’s usually attired in skinny jeans, tight fitting shirts, and comfortable shoes. Her look is always fashionable with her own twist. She likes to show off what her mother gave her, but she does it tastefully, never revealing too much. She knows she is gorgeous and tends to work her assets as best as she can. Her make up is natural, usually brown or gold eye shadows with a simple pale pink lipgloss to top of her look. She is naturally beautiful and takes pride in her self image.
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Likes: Sharpies
Anything and everything to do with music
Playing the piano
Singing
Hanging out with her best friend Cordelia Bronte
Writing
Fashion
Has a major shoe fetish
Her awesome observing skills
Her brain
Lover of words
Her hopeless romanticness
Red roses
White lilies
Venti soy chai’s with one pump cinnamon
The color teal
Chocolate
Dislike: Ignorant people
Annoying people
Fake people
Liars
Awkward moments
Haters
Her father
Gossip
People telling her what to do
Womanizers
Egotistical people
Crows
Spiders
Authority
Strengths: Her mind
Her great observation skills
Her reserved nature
Her mysterious air
Weaknesses: The sun’s warm and gentle rays
Her inability to trust
Handsome men with dashing smiles
The company of others, even if she tries and denies it. The loner lifestyle isn’t for her.
Anything and everything to do with romance; key word: love
Boggart: A Crow
Patronus: Black Panther
Personality: Stryder is the quiet and reserved type, but she’s bubbly and spunky when around people she trusts and feels comfortable around. Her demeanor is usually serious. She’s easily annoyed by ignorance and when confronted, she’s feisty and always says what’s on her mind. She’s a great observer, outspoken when it is necessary. She’s intelligent, resourceful, and well-informed. She’s a patient person, calm, and assertive. Stry is like a brick wall—unpenetrateable; emotions hidden well. She doesn’t trust easily, but once her trust is earned she’s loyal, but if you lose it you’ll never get it back!
She’s creative, a logical thinker, and sexy to the Nth power, maybe its just because she’s confident? She has a natural feminine charisma that draws men to her, but she doesn’t trust them. She’s not naive or dense, she knows what they’re after. She’s a hopeless romantic at heart and mysterious by nature. She’s rather witty, cunning, and suave when she speaks. Stryder is the quite good at sweet talking and manipulating situations to get what she wants. She’s a great listener and good advice giver. She has a tendency to not look handsome men in the eye, for example Rodolphus Lastrange and many other attractive men at Hogwarts. It doesn’t help that she has been crushing on him for the past year, but she’s good at concealing it. Besides, its not like Rod wouldn’t want a girl like Stryder…would he?
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Father: Valentine Rockwood
Mother: Chloe McDonald
Siblings: Augustus Rockwood
Other Family: N/A
History: Stryder Marie Rockwood was born on All Hallows Eve (the thirty-first of October), to Valentine Rockwood and Chloe McDonald in London, England. She’s the youngest of two children, constantly following in Augustus Rockwood’s (her older brother’s) shadows.
Growing up, she was spoiled, always got what she wanted, when she wanted it. She doesn’t have that bitchy air about her, she is quite humble and genuine person once you get to know her. She comes from a privileged background, never having to worry about anything. She’s a sweetheart, naturally beautiful, and a kindhearted person, a gift her mother bestowed on her, her father is far from it. He is quite the pompous asshole with a façade to match! Her childhood and adolescent years were somewhat happy ones, as happy as they can be.
She’s a strong woman, doesn’t take crap from anyone. She’s feisty as hell—if someone pisses her off she’ll snap at them. She’s rather blunt and if she doesn’t like a person she’ll say it to their face. She has no shame, is ruthless when it comes to words and always says what’s on her mind, she never holds back, it is not in her nature to be forgiving.
Becoming friends with Stryder Rockwood is quite the odious task. She doesn’t trust easily, and the only person who has managed to break that cycle is her best friend Cordelia Bronte. The two meet first year in the lunchroom. Cordelia was wearing a ghastly dress, one that didn’t do her any justice at all. The dark haired vixen made a face and tried to hide the mortified expression on her image, the poor girl. Delia saw her and sat down next to her, one, because she was the only person not laughing at her, and two, she was sitting by herself. The pair magically hit it off and have been inseparable since.
Stryder views Hogwarts as her sanctuary, her home away from home. She adores it, only because it distances her from her relatives, mostly her knob of a father and his ludicrous rules and ostentatious persona. Hogwarts allows her to be herself…even though at times, she despises the people in, but it makes her who she is at the end of the day.
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RP Sample:
From a site called “A Twist in Fate”Warren couldn’t sleep. He laid there, on the couch, his mind rattling his brain with troubled thoughts. For the past two months he had thought non-stop about her. Where was she? Why did she leave so suddenly, without a single goodbye? A part of him was angry, despised her for f**king up his mental, for pushing him into a conflicted and discombobulated state.
Gwen…
He pictured her beautiful mirage, platinum blonde hair, hazel puppy dog eyes; she was killing him and he pushed that image out his mind. He sat up, pulling on his gray American Eagle hoodie and jeans. A sigh escaped his lips and he looked at the clock on the wall. 5:55am. What the f**k was he doing up this early? Then again, he hardly even slept a wink. He came to a stand, picking up his keys and wallet before exiting the comfy warm apartment.
His stride was lengthy, sluggish, yet elegant. His head was downcast as he walked, staring at the concrete slabs. Pieces of newspaper and trash tumbled down the street, almost dancing, in the cool October breeze. War pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, shielding his handsome façade from the chilly gust of air that blew down the street. He just walked, not really having any particular destination.
When he looked up, he found himself in Central Park, a heavy sigh escaping that medium sized pout of his. He licked his lips, wishing he had put on a warmer jacket and gloves, or at least stopped off to buy a cup of Joe. He moved towards a bench, sitting down upon the cool metal, and rested his head in his hands.
Where is she?
Minutes had passed, the constant changing of thought after though hitting the handsome Bronte. He looked up and his brow narrowed, landing on a girl walking through the park. She looked vaguely familiar. He stood up, a perplexed expression showing on his image. Was that…Gwen? He called out her name, but she didn’t look at him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence. He moved towards her swiftly, calling out her name once more.
Why is she ignoring me? He thought, slightly pissed and annoyed. He grabbed her arm gently and spun her around. He just looked at her, an impaired, angry, and confused look on his face, hazel eyes filled with ache. She had no idea, the pain she had caused him in her absence. He shook his head and turned to leave…
