Post by andromeda on Jul 21, 2010 22:58:19 GMT -5
Andromeda Rose Sanguini
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NAME :: Andromeda Rose Sanguini[/blockquote]
NICKNAMES :: anything you can think of
AGE :: 15
BIRTHDAY :: November 1
BLOOD :: half-blood
ORIENTATION :: heterosexual
ALLEGIANCE :: neutral
HOUSE :: Slytherin
ERA :: post-potter
FATHER :: Sanguini, , ministry worker, neutral, vampire[/blockquote]
MOTHER :: unknown
SIBLINGS ::
--- Sanguini, 15, student, twin brother
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ::
PETS :: Bludger, her great horned owl
LIKES :: blood, quidditch, blood lollipops, slytherin, magic, night, her owl, being in control of things, astronomy, the moon, listening to music, being alone[/blockquote]
DISLIKES :: history of magic, cowards, daylight, being annoyed and bored, fake people, being tricked, being told what to do, her mother, slightly her father, schoolwork, being at home, losing control or feeling like she's about to
STRENGTHS :: quidditch, transfiguration, defence against the dark arts, astronomy
WEAKNESSES :: her brother, blood, herbology, building relationships and trust with people
PARAGRAPH FORMAT ::
Andromeda is very closed off from people. If you haven't met her before, Andromeda might be seen as cocky. It seems like she thinks that she's better than everyone else. Andromeda doesn't mind this assumption. She prefers it actually. It keeps people away. Her greatest fear is killing someone. It almost happened once, and even then, the kid had been in the hospital for weeks. That had been too close a call for her, and she never wants it to happen again. So, she takes all the precautions she can.
Determination is also a very prominent trait of Andromeda. She'll do whatever it takes to reach a goal that she sets for herself, and she'll charge headfirst into it without a problem. She's not afraid of what she has to do in order to get there. Along with this determination, is stubbornness. The two often seem to come hand in hand. Andromeda's mind can often be like a car hurtling along a one way street. It's very hard to stop or turn around. She doesn't like people tell her what she can or cannot do which is what can make her so stubborn. When someone tells her that what she thinks is wrong, she only digs her heels in harder. This Slytherin can also have quite the temper, and she doesn't mind getting into arguments to defend what she believes in. She won't fire up at every little thing, but once you get her going, she won't ever give in or admit she was in the wrong.
Andromeda's not afraid of what people think of her. She'll do what she wants even if it causes people to get the wrong impression. Saying what she really thinks is something she'll almost always do. She's not afraid of hurting people's feelings, and she doesn't mind people knowing who she really is even if it's someone people might hate. Spending her time trying to be someone that everyone else wants her to be isn't something she'll ever do. Andromeda would rather be herself, then a fake. That's something she hates. Fakes. It annoys her to no extent. Another thing that bothers her is when people inherit what people thought of their parents. Harry Potter saved the world, so automatically everyone just loves his children and thinks they're the greatest thing that ever happened. It's not only them though. It's everyone. Neville Longbottom's kids are all going to be forgetful, the Malfoys are all going to be evil, Hermione's kids are going to be brainiacs. She likes it when people make their own names for themselves.
Trusting and developing relationships with people is not something that comes easily to her. Being distrusting is just a trait that she was born with. She hates being tricked or being made a fool of so she's careful for who she entrusts. The only person she is remotely close to is her twin brother. She never knew her mother, her father was distant and the maid that cared for her and her brother looked upon them with fear. Andromeda grew up without any love or kindness, which is one of the reasons she doesn't build bonds very well. Another reason is her fear of killing someone. If she grows close to a person, and spends all her time around them it gets hard with the constant urge for blood. If she lost control, Andromeda would never be able to forgive herself.
BIRTHPLACE :: England[/blockquote]
HISTORY ::
Andromeda’s life began, not because of love, but because of a mistake.
Her mother was a witch. She was the kind of woman who had guys lining up to date her. She was beautiful – always flaunting those golden locks and her blue eyes could make any man swoon. But after that, there wasn’t much to her. She was rather shallow – always concerned with herself and her appearance. But guys fell for her anyway no matter the situation. However, for the past three years she had been in a steady relationship with a wizard of whom, she thought, was ‘the one.’ Turns out she was wrong though. After three years, he was sick of her. He broke it off, and she fled from him – heartbroken.
Sanguini was much different. Not many fell for him. His pale skin, the dark circles under his eyes, and just his overall demeanour tended to turn people off. Of course, there was the added fact of his being a vampire. No matter how well he behaved himself, that fact did not change. So, unlike the witch, he was perpetually lonely. The two of them didn't seem like the most likely couple, and they weren't under normal circumstances.
The witch and the vampire met in a bar off diagon alley. Both lonely, they sat beside each other, drinking away their loneliness. Before long, they struck up a conversation with one another. They were drunk, making the words flow freely, and they spilled themselves to each other until there was nothing left bottled up in them. Eventually, one thing led to another, and Andromeda and her brother were conceived. The two weren't in love. They simply wanted someone - anyone - to be close to. But, the witch and Sanguini soon went their separate ways, and, in the morning, they both woke to pounding headaches along with only foggy recollections of what had happened during the night.
Life went on for the two. Sanguini went on with his lonely life, and the witch began getting over her heartbreak. Everything was fine until the unsuspecting witch found out she was pregnant. Her doctor gave her the shocking news, and immediately she insisted that he must be mistaken. But as soon as the words left her lips, she knew that he hadn't lied. She was carrying the children of that man she had slept with. The witch left for her home in a hurry. When she arrived, she broke down. She couldn’t believe she had gotten into this mess. She didn’t want children, she couldn’t handle children. Drink, after drink, after drink had clouded her mind. And now she was at the verge of having her life ruined. She considered getting rid of the twins, but she couldn’t bring herself to follow through with it. She couldn’t kill living beings even if they were half vampire. This made her furious – at herself and Sanguini. She wasn’t ready to be a mother. She hated children.
In a rage, she tracked Sanguini down. She yelled and screamed her anger at him until all that was left were tears. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t take them when they were born, she wept to him. Sanguini sat stunned for a few moments before the events of that night returned to him. “What am I supposed to do?” he asked. The witch glared at him, anger once again replacing the tears. “What are you supposed to do? You’re supposed to help me! This was your fault!” she screamed at him. That flared a whole new argument, but once they were spent. Then, suddenly, the witch straitened herself and dried her eyes. “Nevermind,” she snapped. “Coming here was a mistake. They’ll be put up for adoption when they’re born.” And that was that for her. She had made her mind up. Sanguini didn’t want them, and neither did she. She would give birth to the children and then they would be put up for adoption. She left a very relieved Sanguini.
Nine months later, they were born. The labour was long and hard, and the witch cursed Sanguini every step of the way. The first born was Andromeda. She came into the world screaming and bawling, and automatically the witch knew that her daughter would be a fiery child. Next, was the baby boy. He came out perfectly silent, and his mother knew that he would be the very opposite of his sister. The nurses took the children away, but not without incident. Just was a nurse picked up Andromeda, the baby bit into the nurse’s finger and began sucking. At so an age, the nurse easily shook her of, but with a look of horror. All the doctors and nurses backed away, fearful of the vampire children. The witch had commanded that the twins be put up for adoption right away – she didn’t even want to see them. But that couldn’t happen, the doctors told her, because her children were half vampire. She began cursing Sanguini all over again.
A few days later, she was released from the hospital with the two twins in tow. She looked upon them with even more disgust than before, and she made sure to hold them away from her. The first place the witch went was to Sanguini’s house. As soon as he opened the door, she dumped the two into his arms. “Vampire. The adoption agency won’t take them,” she hissed, venomously. Sanguini protested, but she ignored him and left. Despairingly, he looked down at the twins and brought them into the house, trying to figure out what to do. He didn’t know how to be a father at all. So, he hired a maid to care for the twins. He hardly ever came into contact with them. He checked in on them every so often to make sure they were doing okay, but he never actually spent any time doing anything with them. Sanguini explained to them that they were half vampires, telling them that they had to resist their urges to drink other people’s blood. The two grew up with only each other since the maid treated with fear, and cowered at every sudden movement they made. At first it was hilarious to Andromeda, but soon it became tiresome, and she simply became lonely. And their father wouldn’t let them out of the house or backyard to socialize with other children for fear they would lose control. He ordered blood from St. Mungo’s to quench their thirst, but they were young, they couldn’t have full control yet.
It was a tiresome life. Andromeda was neither radiantly happy, nor spiralling into a deep, dismal depression, but the days had no meaning. They just slipped by, one after the other. Finally came the day when the two were let out. Their father had instructed them to not go farther than a block away from the house. They nodded willingly. Andromeda jumped up and down as she pulled on her shoes and walked out the front door. Together, she and her brother walked down the path from the house. As soon as they took a few steps on the pavement, Andromeda spotted a group of kids gathered together. Eager to make friends, she walked towards them. Peering over shoulders, she saw a boy in the middle of the crowd, showing off a large scrape to all of them, and explaining the heroic story behind it. It involved something to do with flying on his broom, but Andromeda wasn’t particularly paying attention. The wound was fresh and wet blood had welled in a tiny pool on his arm. Andromeda’s eyes widened as bloodlust overtook her. Before she even knew what she was doing, she found herself biting into his arm where the wound was, and she began sucking. The boy screamed in fright and pain, flailing his arm around as he tried to shake her off. That only made Andromeda bit down harder though. Everything around her became unimportant – blurring into the background. Even her brother’s frantic attempts to pull her away seemed foggy.
Slowly, the boy weakened. “Stop,” his voice was barely a whisper now. Andromeda’s brother gave one more heave and finally pulled his sister away. Where she had punctured the boy, he was bleeding feely and Andromeda’s mouth was covered in blood. Away from the blood and the boy, her head cleared and Andromeda looked in horror at what she had done. “Hurry, we have to run. Some kids called St. Mungo’s and other called the ministry!” Her brother tugged at her sleeve, so with one last glance, she muttered, “Sorry,” and they ran home. Sanguini was surprised to see his kids home so soon, and when he saw their expressions and the blood, his face fell. “I’m sorry dad,” Andromeda had cried over and over again. Of course, he told her that everything would be okay and that he would straighten everything out.
Sure enough, ministry workers arrived at their house. Andromeda had followed her father to the door, peering around his tall figure at the intimidating wizards. Before anyone spoke, she asked, “Is he okay?” Her blue eyes had been wide with terror. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself knowing that she was a murderer. One of the ministry wizards looked down at her sternly. “It might take a few weeks, but he’ll make a full recovery. But, miss, if you wish to live a normal life, you must have more control,” he admonished. Andromeda had hung her head and retreated while her father talked to the wizards at their doorstep. After that she had gone to her room and cried with relief.
One year later, the twins received letters from Hogwarts. Andromeda was delighted to find out that she had been accepted to Hogwarts despite the fact that she was not fully human. Hogwarts had even assured her that the nurse of the school would provide her and her brother with blood if they ever needed it. But, along with that joy, was terror. What if she lost control again? And her father had said that Hogwarts was a huge school. There would be tons of people, and that meant tons of blood to drink. Sanguini told her that she could stay here if she really felt that she couldn’t resist herself at Hogwarts. That comment surprised her. She had thought that her father would be glad to finally get rid of her. But she turned him down. She was stubborn and she didn’t want to run away from her fears.
And so that day finally came rolling around. They boarded the train and arrived at Hogwarts. As soon as they entered the great hall, Andromeda tensed. There were so many people. With a swift intake of breath, she smelled the blood that coursed through all of their veins, and almost stopped walking she was so overwhelmed. But she didn’t stop. She continued on her way up to the old hat on the stool. Andromeda was called and she went up, looking at the faces turned towards her. The hat settled onto her head. After a moment, its voice resounded through the hall, “Slytherin!” With a nervous smile, she took the hate off and went to join her fell housemates. They clapped loudly and some students pat her back as she walked by. Andromeda sat in a spot where it was less crowded, and watched as her brother was put into Ravenclaw. She was disappointed. She had hoped that they would be in the same house. But she could deal with it. Andromeda took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She smelled blood everywhere. Panic flooded her and she felt herself losing control. She closed her eyes tightly and balled her fists, trying to keep her focus on something else. The girl opened her eyes and noted every detail in the room. She looked over each and every student – focusing on how they were acting, what they looked like, and what house they were in rather than the blood part of them. Slowly, it began to work, and the urge to bite into everyone lessened.
Over the years, Andromeda never really made many friends. At first, people approached her eagerly. She looked like a nice girl, but Andromeda always remained strained around them and they couldn’t understand why. They all talked behind her back, calling her names, and making fun of her. Andromeda felt left out and sometimes she wished she was just a normal girl. Soon after that arrived, it was spread that the twins were part vampire. They’ll never know how anyone found out, but they did, and everybody treated them either with fear, or like they were monsters, or both. Andromeda had never felt worse in her life. But, eventually, that new news became old news. Her brother began making friends, for he had always been able to resist easier than her. And Andromeda remained alone. That was when she gave up trying to care. She learned to be herself and not to be afraid to do or say the things she wanted. Since then, she’s gained a lot more control. It’s still hard for her, but she can be beside people without looking completely mental.
NAME/ALIAS :: Andromeda
HOW YOU FOUND US :: proboards support
OTHER CHARACTERS :: none yet
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ::
WE ARE ROCKETS, in the sky
we are planets, PASSING BY
UP, UP, and AWAY
warm weather was so nice.
Heather smile brightly as a gentle breeze caressed her face, blowing back her hair. Spring was here, and the forest was once again coming alive. The beginnings of leaves peaked out from buds that sat upon not-quite-so-bare-anymore tree branches, ready to burst open at just the right moment. The girl brought up a hand, and gently skimmed the rough, cracked bark of a large tree as she walked along beside the stream that ran through the forest.
She was dressed simply in her bright orange camp half-blood t-shirt and a pair of jeans. On her feet was a pair of sneakers, worn with use. She carried no weapon - strange for a demigod. Since coming to camp, Heather hadn't taken well to weapons. The only thing she had excelled at learning was manipulating the water. Now, she always had a canteen of water slung over her shoulder, ready to use at any moment.
There was no particular reason for Heather being out here. She wasn't here to fight some monsters. It was far from that. Sometimes she just needed to get away from things. She often wondered what it would be like to just isolate herself from the rest of the world and live alone with herself and maybe an animal companion. Heather had always liked animals, and she'd never really been a social person. All the hustle and bustle about camp was sometimes too much to take in all at once. Her art was one escape, a nice walk was another.
Finally, the girl stopped. In front of her was a fallen tree that arched over the stream like a bridge. It was covered with moss and lichen. Heather thingyed her head to the side with a small lopsided smile spread across her face. She made her way towards it and stepped out onto it, bouncing herself up and down to test the weight on the tree trunk. It looked solid and it felt solid, so she walked out across it, careful to keep her balance, and then settled down right above the middle of the river.
Swinging her lets back and forth, Heather smiled, watching as the water bubbled by. With another grin, she reached out a hand and made an upward motion, focusing on the water. It obeyed and came floating up to eye level. She separated the blob, creating one perfectly round sphere while letting the rest of the water drop. It splashed back into the stream, but Heather was focused on her bubble of water. With her finger pointed at the ball, she moved it to and fro, bouncing it up and down. She loved playing with water like this. After a few moments, Heather let it drop, but then immediately drew up more water. She brought up much more than the last time. The blob was about as big as one of the cabins. It never rained naturally here in Camp Half-Blood, so Heather sometimes liked to make a little of her own rain. With all her strength, she threw the water upwards into the sky.
"Up, up and way," she thought with a giggle. Who knew how far up the water went, all Heather knew was that, eventually, it would come down and the effect would be somewhat similar to rain. It only took about a minute longer before drops of water began to fall. "Rain," Heather murmured, holding her palms up for the water to splatter down on. It wasn't as good as the real thing, but it was good enough and Heather had always wanted it to rain while the sun was still shining.
"thoughts"
"speech"- - - F O R G E T M E
go your own way
tags ;; open! =D
words ;; 619
other ;; woah, random burst of muse =P
lyrics ;; up, up and away - lights
credit ;; to me, Heather
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