Post by brielle on Apr 16, 2011 20:56:55 GMT -5
Name: Reed
Age:Young
Gender:Male(Gasp like boys are so rare!
*hear sarcastic tone*)
Experience: I can't remember
Characters: Brielle Laurent
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Undecided=soon to figure
Character #1
Name: Brielle Laurent
Nicknames: Brie
House:Former Ravenclaw
Occupation:Professor
Birthday: July 7th
Sexuality:Confused
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown, soon blonde
Height: 5''7
Weight:120lbs
General Appearance: Brielle, she's quite a looker. The typical Veela, blue eyes and all, but she doesn't intentionally flaunt her looks. She tends to wear anything to a normal dress up a fashionable top, suit-like jacket, and a skirt. One special days she'll get all dolled up and dress sexy. During times she has off to go to a club if available she'll dress a bit too sexy, but she tries to remember she's a teacher.
Likes:
-Teaching
-D.A.D.A
-Family
-Ravenclaw
-Students(some)
-Teachers(some)
-Relationships
Dislikes:
-Dark Arts
-Hateful people
-Death
-Evil doers
-Killers
-Foul smells
Strengths:
-Veela Charm
-Teaching
-D.A.D.A
-Charms
Weaknesses:
-Family
-Students
-Temper
Boggart: A family member dieing.
Riddikulus: A family member dancing to a zombie song, and not really dead.
Dementor:
Patronus: When she was finally sorted in Ravenclaw and realized her dream of teaching- Falcon.
Mirror of Erised: To be well respected and needed, just feeling she matters.
Amorentia: Smell of a post office or newspaper.
Parents:
Harmony Odile Laurent (nee Depaul)-Mother- fourty-eight
Fredick Edgard Laurent-Father- Fifty
Siblings:
____ ____ Laurent- Sister- Fourteen or Fifteen
History:
Born into a wealthy family, Brielle was the one to not care. She was the cleche rich kid who didn't enjoy the perks of a rich lady, she'd rather be free and do something meaningful then something pointless. So when she was introduced to Hogwarts she fell in love with the idea, but it was doubtful she would be accepted being she's a Veela. Although she was reassured that even though she is no way a witch she had the power to wield a wand and perform magic. This excited her, she beyond thrilled, but her parents had worries that she would embarrass herself if she wasn't able to cast a spell, still they took the risk for Brielle.
So coming into Hogwarts Brielle was amazed by the size and arcitecture of the place, she was swept up by the beauty and mystery of that which is Hogwarts. She never feared the feeling of the days to come, she didn't eve hesitate as she walked up those steps to sit and be sorted.
"Hmm, I see you're not a pure witch. Neither half-blood or muggle-born!" the hat yelled. "Veela!" it screamed in surprise."What the devil are you doing here I can't sort yo-" it paused and Brielle was sweating lightly from nerves, tu then. "Wait," its words stopped the room and Brielle hoped for a miracle."Ravenclaw," it whispered.
"Thank heavens," Brielle sighed, now appeased. She felt weights being lifted off her shoulders by small babies in diapers and wings. She was high on happiness you could think. She left the stage she put on to be judged and happily found made her way to being a beautiful Ravenclaw.
And this she did, her beauty was beyond compare. She was probably the only full Veela to walk the halls, or to attend Hogwarts. Doubtful she'd be the first, but one everyone could remember and say they knew a Veela. At times she envied those who didn't have to be cursed with such charm, it was a dream to be normal or not bringing so much attention to ones self. Lucky for her though she found comfort in her male friend, who by sparking chance wasn't at all any percentage of a straight orientation. She loved the fact of this and he was her best friend through out school, he never made a move, never looked at her piggishly. He was a dream, but sadly couldn't have him.
As the years went by she passed her classes with flying colors, she hardly could fail for she put more effort into her work because of her non witch status. Brielle was compelled to show everyone she was equal to even a pure wizard/witch. She did just this and enjoyed her stay. Sadly the desire to rebel was seeping to surface, she wanted to break loose, but wouldn't allow herself. Too much respect for her own self to destroy her image by doing something reckless, sadly this could have torn her away from better her. Still today she has the urges to naughty.
So to adult hood
