Post by sarah on Mar 30, 2008 19:49:57 GMT -5
SPREAD YOUR WINGS AND FLY
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NAME: Adélaide Marquétte.[/color][/font][/blockquote]
BIRTHDAY: February 14th.
AGE: Twenty-three.
GENDER: Female.
THE WIND BENEATH YOUR WINGS
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PERSONALITY: Adélaide was raised on a sense of honor, justice, and dilligence, traits that helped to mold Adélaide into the young lady that she is today. Most of these traits she picked up from her parents, people who she regarded as the perfect role models, although they might not be regarded as such earlier in their lives. She's a mixture of what she has learned from her parents over the years and her own personal instincts, a combination that makes Adélaide successful at most everything that she does.[/color][/font][/blockquote]
At a very young age, Adélaide was taught to conduct herself with integrity, something that has stuck with her throughout her twenty-three years of existence. She abides by a strict code that she has laid down for herself which tells her how to act in every situation. The basis of this code are compassion, respect, and self-control; qualities that most people her age have some grasp of, but do not fully possess. It is the self-control that has gotten Adélaide noticed, and it is something that she prides herself in. Her actions are very rarely rash or unthought out. She knows that when a person acts without thinking is when they get in trouble and prefers to leave this aspect of life to others.
Overall, Adélaide is a very kind individual, always there for those that she cares about. Being an older sister in her extended family, she has a bit of a protective instinct for her younger sister and the younger dancers/singers at the Opera House. Besides from her protective side, Adélaide is known to be the person that people come to when they have problems. She is a wonderful listener and the type of person who would take a secret to the grave with her. It is the kind of respect that she believes is due to her friends, and hopes that they would do the same for her.
Never one who has been known to give up, Adélaide is a highly persistent individual. She loves to take on a challenge and will put every ounce of dedication that she has into seeing it through to its completion. Sometimes this can be a bad thing, due to the fact that Adélaide just doesn't know when to quit, but she tries to make the best out of it. Highly goal-oriented, Adélaide loves to see the end result of her struggles and is often proud of their outcome, knowing that they were achieved through her intelligence and hard work.
Intelligence is one of the more defining attributes to the young woiman. Something inherited from her father, Adélaide has a mind like a sponge, absorbing every bit of information that comes her way. She has probably gone through most of the books in her personal library, mostly consisting of political treaties and philosophical works, and has several more profound passages of them memorized and stored away in her mind. She is a rather good student due to her ability to learn material quickly and her persistent nature, somthing that both her mother and father are very proud of.
HISTORY: The day that Adélaide was born, everything seemed to go wrong. Her mother had gone into labor a week early and had to be rushed to the closest hospital within a matter of minutes. Her father, rushing over to the hospital to witness Adélaide’s birth, slipped on a wet spot on the floor and broke his nose; he had to have it healed before he was allowed to visit his wife. Marie didn’t want any pain medications, and halfway through the process ended up grabbing Jacques by the shirt and pulling him down to her face, screaming that she was going to kill him if she survived this. But thirteen hours and several threats later, everything turned around.
The couple now had their firstborn in their arms, a little girl who looked exactly like her mother, lying placidly and not making a sound. From that moment, Jacques and Marie knew that Adélaide was going to be their baby girl, their little angel who graced their presence from heaven. For the first two years of her life, Adélaide grew up being doted upon by her parents, being told stories, being brought outside to play, and receiving anything that her little heart could ever want, although she never requested much. She was very close to her cousins, who were either her age or a year younger, and saw them almost on the daily basis, forming their own little circle before they even reached elementary school.
Then, when Adélaide was three years old, she received a younger sister. Because of the attention that she had received when she was younger, most thought that Adélaide would be jealous of the newborn babe, but in fact it was quite the opposite. Adélaide took it upon herself to be the young girl’s best friend, protecting her from some of the mischievous pranks that her cousins would pull. Over the years, the two of them became seemlessly joined at the hip, Adélaide’s younger sister becoming her second shadow. She had received her fair share of taunts for this and the way that she looked after her sister, but this was just the beginning of the protective wing that she would cast over all of the younger students who came her way.
When she was ten years old, Adélaide began to stay and train at the Opera House, something that made both of her parents estatic, for they believed that their daughter had a fantastic voice; Adélaide was immediately taken in and treated wonderfully. Even though both Marie and Jacques already knew how talented she was, it was still a milestone in their daughter’s life and they wanted to celebrate it. To this day, they still check up on her, always attending her performances.
HEAVEN ILLUMINATES IN YOUR SMILE
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LIKES: white chocolate, singing, pastels, decadent costumes, classical music, the thrill of performance.[/color][/font][/blockquote]
DISLIKES: not being true to oneself, egotistical singers, dark chocolate, overuse of dark colors.
FEARS: complete darkness, spiders, failure.
HABITS: twirling her hair around her finger, singing to herself.
DREAMS: being lead soprano, having her talents noticed, finding her true love.
FAMILY: Marie Alanna Marquétte - MOTHER
Jacques Pierre Marquétte - FATHER
Danyella Christine Marquétte - SISTER
LOVER: to be determined // no one yet.
ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR
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THE MAGIC WORD: Inside my mind.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: It had only been a year since their graduation from Hogwarts, and yet Hermione found herself reminiscing fondly about the place, wishing that she could return to the school of witchcraft and wizardry for another year. After all, she hadn't exactly been able to spend her seventh and final year in the educational establishment learning like the rest of her friends were doing, or trying to do in the midst of all the chaos. While many of her classmates were finishing off the remainder of their educational career at Hogwarts, Hermione was off gallivanting after Horcruxes with Harry and Ron; it had been a very vital task that had, after all, been assigned to them for completion by Dumbledore. Yet the young witch couldn't deny that panging feeling of longing that still pained her heart when she thought of what could have been her final year at Hogwarts. She simply wished that she would have been able to attend the school for her final year and have graduated like any other normal student, completely erasing the threat of Voldemort and any of his followers that would have stood to pose a problem to her goal of graduation. Well, Hermione Granger had indeed graduated, only not in the manner in which she imagined or hoped for. The "Golden Trio" had certainly been heralded for their work in the battle against Voldemort and awarded their diplomas, along with several others that had proven to be beneficial in the fight against the Dark Lord.
Leaning back in her chair at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Hermione wondered what she and her two best friends had missed in the duration of time they had been off destroying Horcruxes. They had surely gained their fair share of worldly knowledge, information that would ultimately benefit them in their lives in the future, but had they learned everything that a full education at Hogwarts would have provided them? Many would argue that their experience would have granted them more knowledge, but Hermione wasn't content with that opinion. She didn't doubt the capabilities of herself or her two best friends by any means; it was just that she was curious as to what they missed while off on their Horcrux hunt. What had greeted the Trio upon their return to Hogwarts had been anything but relieving; Snape, who they had thought to be their loathed enemy, was Headmaster, and those that aided the Order of the Phoenix literally had to hide for fear of losing everything they held dear to them, including their own lives. Hogwarts had certainly lost its title as the safest place for the students; that had diminished at Albus Dumbledore's death, and it seemed to be increasingly losing its validity with each passing second.
However, now a year after the final battle during which most of the school was destroyed, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was rebuilt and flourishing brilliantly. Hermione had maintained contact with Ginny Weasley, who was more than eager to relay details of the happenings at school. Minerva McGonagall had been reinstated as Headmistress, and for once, everything seemed to be going okay. And even as content with believing that as she was, Hermione wanted to glimpse that ideal for herself; moreover, she wanted to visit Hogwarts and see if the hype lived up to its reputation. Ginny Weasley was a reliable source, but Hermione Granger could doubt her word if it gave the young witch an excuse to return to Hogwarts to catch up on things; it might even be a pleasant surprise for both respective parties if Hermione stopped in to pay Ginny a visit - she loved the younger girl like a sister, so any time that the two could spend time together, the occasion was much appreciated. Smiling at the thought of visiting the youngest Weasley, Hermione decided that she would indeed be stopping by at Hogwarts that afternoon, whether she had a specific reason for doing so or not. She missed the place, and that was reason enough.
As she arrived at the entrance to the school, Hermione couldn't help but stare in awe and amazement. She had only graduated a year past, and already everything looked so...so different, even from the outside. She simply couldn't believe that she no longer attended the fine establishment and was now an alumnus, along with all of her other classmates in her graduating class. What awaited her on the other side of the large oak doors remained to be seen; after all, the castle had recently been rebuilt - the young witch shouldn't have been surprised that it looked slightly different from the original. However, she couldn't deny the slight twinge of regret that burdened her stomach. How could they change the castle? Tradition had always been prominent at Hogwarts, even if the staff and majority of students also embraced change. It almost pained Hermione to see even the smallest of changes, a brick or pennant out of place; it just wasn't the same old Hogwarts that she had known and loved, and she knew that it would never be again. It was still her beloved school, however, and with that sentiment, Hermione's face bore a smile as she strolled through the entrance.
Despite her affinity for Hogwarts, Hermione could never have prepared herself for the sight that met her eyes as she stood in the entrance hall; it almost seemed as if the school knew that she was coming and had glorified its appearance for her arrival. As she glanced up at the ceiling, streams of colored light shone down upon her petite form. Illuminating sparkles flitted around her, which she slowly recognized to be in the shape of glimmering butterflies - it truly was beautiful. Holding her breath, Hermione slowly walked in a circle around the entrance hall atrium. "Wow..." she muttered, her gaze remaining transfixed upon the sight. In her absence from the school, she truly had forgotten just how amazing every part of the educational facility was, from the dungeons all the way up to the upmost point of the north tower. However, as she reveled in the bewitching sight that still held her gaze captive, Hermione forgot to look where she was walking; she still wandered around idly as she stared at the light streaming down from the ceiling. In doing this, her path crossed with another person's, sending both parties ricocheting back a step or two. How could she be so careless? Drawing her eyes away from the marvel that she had previously been intrigued by, Hermione started muttering apologetic sentiments. It took several moments, but as the light settled, the young witch inhaled sharply as she realized just exactly who she had run into.