Post by zoisite on Nov 19, 2008 23:58:15 GMT -5
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Name/Alias: Dorcas
Age: Twenty-one
RP Experience: Eight years
How Did You Found Us: Ad on The Pensieve
How Much Time Do You Plan To Spend Here Per Week: Too much
Other Characters: None here
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Character's Full Name: Zoisite Mensa Nott
Nicknames: Zee, Zoi
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
Canon or Original: Canon
House: Slytherin
Birthday: Thirteenth of February
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pure
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Play By: Coco Rocha
Appearance: Zoisite takes priode in her appearance. Coming from a long line of pure bloods, Zoi and her siblings have always been taught to look their very best at all times. Something Zoi took to heart from a very early age and has never forgotten.
Zoi knows she's vain and isn't afraid to admit it. She takes pride in her mousy to dark brown hair, spending an hour on it every morning, afternoon and night without fail, as well as checking on it frequently through out the day in any available reflection or shiny surface. Including cutlery.
Zoi's been told at least a million times by her sister and dorm mates that she's too obsessed with her hair, but she doesn't care. It's better to be obsessed with her hair than boys, she thinks. But there's a few reasons behind that, one of which is her body and face.
Unfortunately for Zoi she is very nearly the spitting image of her mother apart from her eyes and her strong, dominant, powerful jaw line that grounds her features from making her look too feminine.
Zoi's eyes are those of her fathers, down to a tee. The shape, the colour and even the thickness of her eye lashes are the same as her fathers. When looking into his eyes, it's like looking into some kind of mirror, and Zoi loves mirrors. Nearly as much as she loves her siblings and father, but not quite.
Zoi's eyebrows are slightly lighter than her hair and something she hates about her appearance. They're too bushy and tend to be difficult to look after. Magic doesn't help much because it's not specific enough so she waxes and plucks them every two to three days, spending as much time on them as she does her hair.
Zoi's nose is also something she doesn't like about her facial feature, but unlike her eyebrows, it's not something she can change. Her mother is, for some reason, keen on pointing out how Zoi has her nose and how perfect it is, so, for now, Zoi leaves it, despite the overwhelming urge to see a Healer about having something done about it, not making it look so . . . pointy.
Zoi's ears are just like her mothers too. Small, thin and perkier than any one else's in that family. It's as though she's always keeping an ear or two out for whatever anyone else is saying, and usually, Zoi is paranoid about someone bitching about her appearance, something she is not keen on ever hearing.
Zoi's mouth is small and just plump enough. As you guessed, just like her mothers. And just like her mothers lips, cruel and harsh words can pass them on a daily basis when provoked enough. Though Zoi does take a fair bit of pushing, be it by her siblings, mother or a complete stranger.
Zoi's neck is thin and slender, something that she didn't mind inheriting from her mother. Her neck was the perfect size in her opinion. Slightly longer than most, but because she was tall, standing at five foot ten and always wearing a minimum of a four foot heel, it look perfectly proportioned compared to the rest of her.
Zoi's shoulders are quite elegant and smooth, her collar bone however is usually visible through her skin, something she hates. Her entire body is just too skinny, just like her mothers, though unlike her mother, Zoi was tall, inheriting the height from her father, something she was very grateful for as it helped in one of her favourite past times, intimidating people.
Small breasts that barely fill a double A cup lead to her visible ribs through her skin. Every time she looks at herself naked, she wishes she could put on weight, ashamed of her body, she hides it as best as she can, wearing layers of clothes to make her look a healthy weight.
Zoi looks as though she has no strength in her arms. They look like twigs, only they're not really as useful. Zoi doesn't have much strength and fears getting into a physical fight, though she's fantastic at duelling because of this and always carries two wands on her, and that is something no one knows. Through all her loose, feminine clothes, a wand is always hidden away, as is a spare.
Zoi has a very long, and arrow back where her spine can be felt and seen. It leads down to what she supposes is an arse, but because there's practically nothing to it, she isn;t sure what to class it as. She'd kill to be even a few pounds heavier with a little more fat on her. No, actually, she'd kill to have some fat on her, because at the moment, she was pretty sure she had none.
Long legs, that lead to average sized feet are something Zoi hates. Her legs are so thin and spindly that she's sure a stone thrown at them would break and splinter them. But they get her around and give her her height for intimidating people. Her height, her strong jaw and her eyes, everything she inherited from her father basically, went into intimidating people she really did not like and deemed unworthy of her time. The misty blue eyes just read 'I don't give a nuts what happens to you' and usually, that was enough to scare people. And she loved it and loved her father.
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Likes:
++ Puppies
++ Kittens
++ Her siblings
++ Her father
++ Astronomy
++ Divination
++ Mirrors
++ Shiny surfaces
++ Slytherins
++ Pure bloods
++ Crystals
++ Old witch craft
++ Star gazing
++ Taking care of her appearance
++ Jewelery
++ Rubies
++ Hot chocolate
Dislike:
-- Gryffindors
-- Hufflepuffs
-- Ravenclaws
-- Unicorns
-- Half-breeds
-- Most half-bloods
-- Mud bloods
-- Blood traitors
-- Her mother
-- Potions
-- Defense Against The Dark Arts
-- Looking scruffy
-- Greek Mythology
-- Iced coffee
Strengths:
~ Duelling
~ Intimidating others
~ Making jewelery
~ Fooling people
~ Photography
Weaknesses:
~ Her siblings
~ Arguments
~ Self hate
~ Weak
~ Mood swings
Boggart: A scruffy her naked with everyone laughing at how skinny she is
Patronus: N/A
Personality: Witty. Funny. Smart. Bubbly. None of these words describe Zoisite Mensa Nott. She's not out there and happy, she doesn't know her text books off by heart, she can't tell a joke for the life of her because her voice is too dull and she forgets punchlines and witty? Yeah right. Have an argument with her and then come back in an hour, then she might have a good enough comeback.
Zoi doesn't just look like her mother but her personality is similar to hers. She can be bitter occasionally, but the majority of the time she's caring to her family. Zoi's siblings are the only ones that ever see the real side of her. The caring side. Everyone else gets the cold, seemingly emotionless, intimidating bitch that she likes to portray. So she does very from her mother in the sense that her mother is usually polite to others.
Zoi's mood swings can take hold of her rapidly. Often she misinterprets what's been said by someone and that's the main cause of her mood swings. Not to mention she does have a very creative and paranoid mind that can sometimes read far too much into a simple and innocent statement.
Being the eldest child of four children, even though it's merely by minutes with two, Zoi has always been looked to as the one to take care of her siblings. Something Zoi always deemed ridiculous, but something she took on regardless. Being close to her siblings, she wanted nothing more than to look out for them and make sure none of them were harmed.
But that wasn't the only 'family responsibility' Zoi held. All of them were taught their manners and correct etiquette, which Zoi follows daily, but Zoi was also taught how to attract a pure blooded husband and to make sure she was everything they would need, as in everything. They even taught her about sex before she even left for Hogwarts, putting her off the act and boys in general. Though she did find a few of them very attractive, but none matched her on an emotional level, making her mood swings more liable to happen when ever she felt she was pressured.
Jealousy of her siblings is a frequent feeling Zoi experiences. Her sister being the smart one never got loaded with heaps of responsibilities because she was the younger, quieter one and their parents didn't think she'd be able to handle the pressure. Not that Zoi handled it all that well. But apart from that, Zoi's a pretty simple and easy to predict kind of person who enjoys intimidating as many people as she can in one day because it makes her feel better, bigger and stronger.
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Father: perseus nott
Mother: delphine nott (nee' yaxley)
Siblings: two younger brothers and a younger sister
Other Family: other pure bloods
History: Zoisite Mensa Nott, born at twelve minutes past seven in the evening of the thirteenth of February and was the first child to Perseus and Delphine Nott. Though they didn't have her to themselves for long. She was held by both for mere seconds before being whisked away so that her siblings could be born. Her brother and sister joining her in less than twenty minutes with no complications.
Zoi was the smallest of the three babies and even through childhood, she was shorter than her sister and only ever so slightly taller than her brother, though when she hit her teenage years, she suddenly shot up out of no where and was the tallest in the family after her her father.
Zoi's childhood was a lot of fun in the beginning. Learning to do things with her siblings though she was always the slowest in everything. The last one to have their first tooth, the last one to learn to crawl, the last one to learn to walk, and then, her first ever memory, was when she was introduced to her youngest brother. She was the last to get to see him because she'd let her brother and sister have a peek before her. That was all she could remember of that day and her next memory wasn't until she was about five, being taught the proper way to behave while in the company of other pure bloods.
Growing up, Zoi knew neither of her parents wanted them to know about any sort of war going on, but as Zoi got older, she did grow more interested in what was happening in the wizarding world and picked up her fathers papers once he had finished with them, and started reading them, interested in the deaths that seemed to be occurring a lot more often.
Though Zoi didn't know if her parents were involved with these deaths, and she guessed not, she knew that her parents secretly approved of the deaths of people the children had always been taught were beneath them. Scum, almost, and Zoi came to share these ideas. Mudbloods, blood traitors and half breeds all deserved to die. Shockingly, Zoi started believing this from quite a young age and has never thought any differently.
All in all Zoi's childhood was fun. There were a lot of responsibilities placed on her, but she enjoyed spending time with her siblings so much that it didn't bother her as much as it possibly should have. Whenever Zoi had one of her 'Special Lessons' the only thing she could ever really concentrate on was when she would be going out to play with her siblings.
Once at Hogwarts, Zoi was the last of the triplets to be sorted, and just like her sister and brother, she became a Slytherin. The second the hat had touched her head it had shouted out her destined house. Neither her brother, nor sister were sorted as fast as her. Zoi was just too confident in knowing what house she would be sorted, that the sorting hat didn't even need to think for a single second where she might belong, and Slytherin only helped Zoi as she grew up.
Years one and two were painful ones. The seperation from their youngest sibling pained Zoi as much as it did their brother. He was the youngest and left alone with mother and father to be taught he pure blood ways. Not to mention the dinner parties he had to attend with mother and father. None of the Nott children particulary got on with any other pure blooded children at the social events, after all they all had each other and were taught you couldn't trust anyone else. Friends would betray you no matter what. Another harsh lesson that stuck with Zoi.
During their third year, their youngest brother joined them at Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin, nearly as quickly as Zoi remembered her sorting had been, though maybe not quite as fast. Instead of sitting with the other first years, Zoi had her young brother sit next to her. Once again the Nott siblings were united at Hogwarts and nothing ever came between them in the coming years.
Now Zoi has just started her seventh year with her siblings while her younger brother starts his fifth. The past four years had been just like when they were growing up, only with different sorts of lessons. Ones that taught you magic instead of etiquette and sex. Those lessons still made Zoi shiver whenever she thought about them and ever since, Zoi has been too scared to get close to a boy in case one thing leads to another. She wasn't a fan of pain, and apparently sex hurt. A lot.
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RP Sample:
So she wasn't graduating and leaving school yet. Big deal. Didn't mean a girl couldn't slip unnoticed out of the school with the masses of other students heading down to the Three Broomsticks. Tonight was going to be an absolute blast. So many people were going Dorcas doubted there would be enough space in the quaint pub. They'd probably have to magically enlarge the interior to fit everyone in. Alcohol would be in demand and she'd be d**ned if she didn't intend on getting absolutely plastered tonight. After all, what was a party without one absolutely trashed chick dancing on the tables, with poles if they had them, stripping to any song that came on, even slow romantic ones. Well she couldn't help herself sometimes, she enjoyed a good party and a lot of good drinks as well as some fine company.
The music got louder as she approached the pub and she couldn't have expected less. The door swung open to the pub as two guys practically got thrown out while in the middle of a fight. She shook her head and entering the pub, she laughed. Things were a lot busier than usual and in the morning there were going to be a hell of a lot of hang overs and probably a nuts load of regrets. But it was all in the name of fun, fun that would only be out done next year when her year graduated. Hell what a party that was going to be,
Making a beeline for the bar Dorcas tugged a little on her red dress to get it a bit lower over her legs, only the problem with that was the front came down a bit too and exposed the front a little more than was necessary and in what some people might call 'a sluttish way'. Ah well, if they didn't like it they could d**n well poke their eyes out for all she cared. By the time she was going to have a couple of drinks it wouldn't exactly matter much what her dress was doing providing it was still on her.
Before Dorcas could reach the bar though her wrist was grabbed as she was dragged on to the dance floor by some random guy who she'd never seen before in her life. Or at least, some random guy she could never remember seeing before in her life. He looked to be older than her, probably seventh year, but he wasn't a Slytherin, and looking at the people around here they all looked older than they were which meant this guy could be the year below her. But it didn't matter to Dorcas. She laughed and danced with the guy for a couple of songs regardless before he offered to get her a drink.
She made her way to the bar with the guy whose name she was still yet to discover and her got her a gin and tonic. Absolutely no better way to start the evening. After this it was going to be some fire whiskey followed by some d**n good Scotch. The burn and kick from Fire Whiskey was great, by Scotch had the higher alcohol content, and as one that intended on getting drunk and enjoying the night, she would be focusing on that later, though in her mind had set herself a limit as to how drunk she was allowed to get. Though when she was drunk, she wasn't sure she'd be able to remember that limit. Just as long as she didn't wake up leaning over one of the tables here or in bed with some random freak she'd be fine.
The guy that had got Dorcas her drink lent over to give her a kiss. She quickly jumped out the way and watched as he fell flat on his face. He groaned and rolled on to his back. She knelt down, patted his shoulder, thanked him for the dance and drink then headed off. Only to spot Christina. Crap. Her eyes widened and she slid as quickly as she could out of view. She wasn't scared of Christina, well, maybe a little, but the main reason was she didn't want all eyes focused on her for the wrong reasons. Ha! The wrong reasons. Like getting up on a table and stripping was a right one.
Spying Marlene sat alone Dorcas decided to join her. They weren't exactly close and weren't exactly friends, but it wasn't like they were enemies, so Dorcas headed straight for her and offered a smile.
"Hey Marlene. Mind if I join you?" She asked, almost shouting to be heard over the noise of the thumping music. Tonight was going to be a good one. Everybody just needed to loosen up, unwind and get into the swing of things. That was what it was all about after all. No school, no lessons, no homework and no teachers, just Summer holiday's to look forward to for some, and real life for others. What better way to celebrate the end of the school year?
