Post by nammerz on Jun 18, 2008 0:08:39 GMT -5
natalie isolde sparks
half the suger, twice the spice.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
[/color]The Applicant
Name: Nami
How many years have you been role-playing?: Several.
Contact: namidadinosaur@AIM; sparks.areflying@YIM; cuhhlamity@HOTMAIL
[/font]Name: Nami
How many years have you been role-playing?: Several.
Contact: namidadinosaur@AIM; sparks.areflying@YIM; cuhhlamity@HOTMAIL
Drying in the colour of the evening sun,
[/color]The Character
Full name: Natalie Isolde Sparks
Nicknames: Sparky, Nat, Talie, Nattie, be creative. She'll hex you if you call her Sparkles.
Gender: Female.
Date of birth: April Thirteenth, 1960
Age: Seventeen
Year: Seventh
House: Gryffindor
Wand:Thirteen inches, hornbeam and dragon heartstring.
Blood status: Halfblood
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Ethnicity:British, but also traces of French and Italian[/font]
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay,
[/color]But something in our minds will always stay,
Hair: Her hair is dark, chocolate, and curly. It refuses to be restrained, though.
Eyes: Natalie's eyes express a variety of things. They're gray, and seem to have silvery depths.
Build: Natalie is actually short and slender. Barely clearing five feet, she is a lot of attitude in a small package. She may look weak, but she has tremendous control of her body, and her arms are quite strong. She holds herself well; her posture indicates pride (and a little vanity).
Distinguishing features: Natalie has often been picked on due to her height. It's something that Slytherins and the Marauders positively love to do. And when she finally hardened up, Natalie merely hexes the Marauders and punches any Slytherin who tries that any more straight in the face. Her eyes are also rather distinguishing features, because she is likely the only one who walks around and give out a death glare daily. Maybe even hourly.
Face claim: Sophia Bush
Overall appearance: Natalie is generally described as dainty, by those who haven't heard of her. She's got a rather round face; there aren't any angles to her face at all. She's got rather aristocratic cheekbones; impossibly high and not too prominent. Her forehead is not too pronounced, but her eyes are. They're framed by arched, not-very-bush eyebrows and long, thick lashes that are nearly always surrounded by kohl eyeliner and mascara. Her ski-slope nose is small, as are her lips, in the style of traditional beauty. She obviously has some Western blood in her, because her nose is smooth and not hooked even in the slightest degree. Her lips are always a bit pouty and she emphasizes this with makeup. Though it probably never works, seeing as she's always scowling and smirking.
Natalie's long, curly dark chocolate-colored hair falls over her shoulders in a graceful waterfall. Occasionally she will straighten it in a vain attempt to give it some sort of restraint, but it is all to no avail. Natalie's hair refuses to stay straight, no matter how much hairspray you cover it with, and it usually ends up in limp, almost straight waves after about an hour. Her hair, although pretty in color, is lacking in control. It is rather thick and that is something she is proud of. She is constantly running her hands through her long hair, although it worsens considerably when she is nervous or taking an exam. Which explains why she always comes out of exams and tests looking like she just got out of bed, only less bleary-eyed and tired.
Her eyes? Some would say stormy gray. Others would say mercury, or quicksilver. Either way, her eyes are very expressive, framed by long, dark lashes. They say your eyes are the window to your soul; and in this case, it's true. Natalie's eyes display emotion; whether it's playful mischeivousness, raw anger, or a cold, calculating gaze, her eyes never lie.
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Perhaps this final act was meant,
To clinch a lifetime's argument,
[/color]To clinch a lifetime's argument,
Amortentia:
vanilla brown sugar
hot chocolate and mint
the fresh scent of her wandwood
the polish at quality quidditch supplies in diagon alley
Patronus: a red fox.
Boggart: Natalie is deathly afraid of clowns, and needles; thus, her boggart is a clown. She isn't really keen on the student body knowing this, and thus, deigned it proper to keep this secret from them.
Mirror of Erised: Natalie's deepest desires have to be A) the death of her stepmother, B) the reunion of her parents, and C) the vanquishing of the Dark Lord, in that order.
Worst Memory: "When my mum left. I had woken up early, feeling like I had been slapped in the face. I climbed quietly down the stairs, just as the door slammed, only to find a note on the kitchen counter, that read two words: 'Goodbye, Talie,' and a phone number. I never saw my mum again, but I heard from her and called her often."
Best Memory: "My first broom ride. If there's one thing I can't get enough of, it would be flying. In first year, I got a on broom successfully, one of the few students able to do so. I've been on the Quidditch team ever since, and I will happily discuss Quidditch any day."
Likes:
food
pranks
eye liner
eye shadow
boys
scary stories
haunted houses
laughing
pranking
fooling around
love letters
fighting
action
coming in first
challenges
championing causes
spontaneity
Dislikes:
seafood
drama
not very nice people
pain
preps
rich snobs
needles
clowns
bugs
crying in front of people
perverts
cigarettes
waiting around
admitting failure
no opposition
tyranny
other people's advice
Hobbies:
Quidditch
being a smartass
yelling
soccer (futbol)
detention
Strengths:
adventurous
energetic
pioneering
courageous
enthusiastic
confident
dynamic
quick-witted
pranking
rebellious
Weaknesses:
selfish
quick-tempered
impulsive
impatient
foolhardy
daredevil
easily fooled
very manipulative
hard to forgive
holds many grudges
is easily hurt
Overall Personality:
Natalie is fiery. She'll bite you if you come too near - metaphorically speaking - and usually she'll talk as easily to someone she just met as to a lifelong friend. She's good at fighting, the punching and such, but horrible about actually being /girly/. She loves sports, her favorites being soccer and lacrosse.
Natalie is witty. She often prefers verbal battles rather than pysical, because verbal battles are much safer and have a tendency to attract other people. And that was another thing about her: she loved to show off. She is usually quite confident and holds a fiery sense of pride. Luck comes frequently to her. However, she has a quick temper, as well as a dynamic personality. She loves being sarcastic and is partial to make everyone else's life as hard as possible. (Did I mention how cynical she is? No?)
Her number one pet peeve is idiots.
Natalie is regarded as adventurous, active and outgoing. Although she is independent, outgoing and assertive, Nat is also surprisingly trusting, often innocently walking into the lion's den at times. No matter what upheaval, challenge or triumph she confronts, Natalie has a wonderful ability to bounce back. Her faith in life and the future remains untouched by hardship. She is also forceful, dynamic and aggressive, and as a result, she sometimes finds herself with dilemmas surrounding her romantic relationships. For Natalie, a man has to be a 'real man' to deal with an her, otherwise she intimidates him.
She's constantly running her fingers through her hair, and she's prone to accidents and talking without thinking. Also, she's master at the smartass remark. But whatever the situation, Natalie is a 'doer' rather than a 'talker'. She is the impulsive, act first, ask questions or have doubts later, highly competitive girl who stands out. That's why her life is often filled with many dramas, and sometimes even accidents. Her ability to live life close to the edge provides her with a wealth of 'real experience' to call upon. When someone like Natalie talks about something or somewhere, they've usually done it or been there, rather than simply read about it in a book (Natalie has done both). Being an active person, she can't adapt to any kind of restriction, particularly possessive relationships. She often travels to escape any feelings of being stuck or possessed.
Natalie also loves challenges. In fact, if everything is running smoothly, she is quite capable of going out and doing something (sometimes quite foolish) to rock the boat. Natalie loves to race in, where angels fear to tread. Her values are more intellectual than spiritual. Primarily a girl of action, she demonstrates subtlety and cunning. Frank and amiable, she makes quick decisions, and grasp ideas just as quickly. Quick of mind, and just as quick to anger, Natalie is known for her impatience, and is prone to be arrogant.)
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That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could,
[/color]Family:
Sofie Estella Jaquelyn Blake Sparks - Mother - 46 - Major designer in Paris
William Tobias Jonathan Sparks - Father - 48 - Owner of Sparks Corporations
Angela Daphne Maria Fairchild Sparks - 25 - Jobless
Place of birth:
London, England
Overall History: A young artist, living in a small flat, was visiting an art gallery when she ran into a young man with a clipboard. She fell back into a wall-in-progress and completely messed it up. Hastily the woman apologized to the man, who turned out to be the curator's son. She spent the next month or two fixing the wall, and eventually painting an elaborate and creative mural along the whole wall. The young man was to supervise her over the next month. These two were William Sparks and Sofie Blake, the future parents of Natalie Sparks.
Their baby girl was born a year or two later, on April 13. She was quiet at first, but then she was opinionated, screaming about everything if she didn't get her way. At two, she was already scampering around on short legs. No matter what, the young couple could not keep her from running around or escaping.
Once, she ran off, out into a rather busy city and street. If their neighbors hadn't grabbed her, who knows what would have happened? And yes, the two were very protective of their little girl, as similar occurances had happened over and over again. So, they moved.
When Natalie was twelve, her parents divorced and her mother moved to France to stay with her mother's family. They never told Natalie why the two abandoned their marriage, just that they had problems that they needed to sort out. In short, Natalie was pissed. Less than a year later, her father, who had remained with Natalie, married a superficial blonde who was just thirty and yound enough to be her older sister. (The girl vowed that she would get her out of the house. It never happened.)
Natalie was meanwhile shipped off to Hogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor, which was a haven to her. As far as she was concerned, she never had to see her family again, and that was just fine. She made lots of friends at Hogwarts, but also many enemies. Her afternoons were usually spent in detention, for dueling, debating with teachers, and, let's face it, pranking. She was a bright student - but unfortunately, not a very well-mannered one.[/font]
For all those born beneath an angry star,
[/color]Member title: [&&] the original gryffindor rebel
Secret Phrase: the clocks move at the speed of sound
Sample:
If there was one thing she hated, it was snow.
Well, actually, it wasn't so much the snow as it was the underclassmen. She was often mistaken for someone younger due to her height, and thus she was always pelted with snowballs. Another thing was trying to get through the snow. Her flare jean were soaked, but at least she was warm. Wearing a dark brown afghan lined with gray and brown fur, Natalie was perfectly toasty -- except her feet, which felt like they were frostbitten. (Well, if you could actually feel frostbite, seeing as it numbs your feet.)
She trugded along Hogsmeade's main road in black pumps, searching for the pub she knew would be packed.
Natalie couldn't help but smile as she entered the Three Broomsticks. The cheerful pub, with its rosewood booths and comfy, dark red seats was always filled with the quiet hum of conversation and chatter. The rosewood bar was always loudest, filled with the loud gossips determined to shout every little secret to the world, and the barmen and waitresses calling out orders.
The air was always thick with drinks floating about, or candles almost burnt out. There was always a group of wizards sitting in a circle near one of the many fireplaces, telling tall tales and watching their audiences grow. Occaisionally, one of the fireplaces would flash green, and out would step a young wizard with his briefcase, or a middle-aged witch babbling on to some poor soul.
The booths were always filled with students, usually arranged by year (the older students were closer to the back and warmth while the younger students hovered near the front, freezing; and then by house, as the students would usually group into their own house's cliques. Natalie, looking around, spotted no familiar scarlet and gold scarves, nor loud chants of, "Go Gryff! Beat Slyth!" or anything her house was usually doing.
Instead, she spotted an empty chair in the middle, and hurried over, brushing windblown hair out of her face as she did so and almost tripping over herself in the proccess. A slightly-wrinkled waitress approached her. "Hello. What would you like this evening?" the waitress asked her in an "I-could-care-less" tone. Natalie simply said, "Just a butterbeer," and gave her the two Sickles.
While waiting for her drink, Natalie removed the afghan to reveal a Pink Floyd tee, a studded black belt, and Muggle jeans. The waitress gave her the glass, and walked away, throwing odd looks at her tee: the woman didn't seem to know who the band was. Natalie sipped her butterbeer silently, watching the pub around her. With that, she noticed the Ravenclaw behind her -- who, she realized with a pang of annoyance, was none other than Lance Harlow. Looking away towards the other side of the pub, she cursed silently, and almost thought about standing up and moving somewhere else.
Lest we forget how fragile we are...
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