Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 9, 2007 16:27:53 GMT -5
Behind the Character
Contact: Mrs.Bill_Weasley@hotmail.com
Roleplay Experience: Lots[/ul]
Basics
Nicknames: Lyra, Starr
Age: 17
Birthday: October 31
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin[/ul]
Physical
Lyra was unique to say the least. Her beauty was in a natural way. The only thing that went against that was when she showed off her belly-button ring. She did it herself when she was ten. Her parents still don't know about it. She finds it hard to believe they don't, but she doesn't really care. Her hair fell down her back in strands of white-gold. She spent an hour on her hair alone. She had to get it perfect. She was such a perfectionist.
Her hair had to be soft. Had to be straight. Had to be smooth. Had to be perfect. Her eyes were a shining steel blue. They sparked with lust, oh so often. Her eyes were always lined in black eye-liner, making them stand out so much more. Every now and then, she'd add glitter around her eyes, just to get more attention than normal. She weighs 120lbs, and is considered tall at 5'8". Which she adds to by wearing four inch heels.
Picture:
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Mental
She's a Slytherin through and through. She has a charm about her; she can get anyone to think her way. To think she's right. She's the Queen of Slytherin. Queen of One nighters. Lyra took after her father with her cocky exterior. Though, she had a heart. She needed to feel like people cared about her, not just lusted after her. Lyra loved raising hell, no matter what happened. But, with her charm, she almost always manages to weasel her way out of detention. If she ever got caught that was. She knew how to hide when she did something. She knew how to stay out of trouble. She is completely random. She can make any awkward situation into a pleasant one with one simple saying. Lyra is very spoiled. And she knows it. She blocks herself from the world for fear of getting hurt. She has a hard exterior but is very sensitive underneath it all. She has an extremely quick temper and has violent tendencies.
She always gets what she wants. No matter the cost. She's manipulative and can convince anyone that she has the best idea, or she's right. She knows how to work her way around the rules. Lyra is a very sarcastic person, and she throws her insults at anyone who's around. If you ask a stupid question you will get a stupid answer. She would always be seen laughing, with her normally pale complexion a pale crimson red, about what, no one was quite sure. And on one really dared to ask. Lyra was the type of girl who would sit in a silent room and burst out into laughter about something that happened yesterday. But most of all, she always kept you laughing. Unless, of course, you needed her to be serious. She was always there for her friends and always will be. No matter what happened. Lyra had always been a true friend, and she has always been easy to get along with.
Likes:
-pain
-boys
--with money
-Quidditch
--Quidditch players
-flirting
-her father
-purebloods
-money
-bad boys
-being the best
-singing
Dislikes:
-mudbloods
-her mother
--her mother's boyfriends
---hitting her
--her mother's alcoholism
-her father for being so blind
-emotions
-mudbloods
-being sick
-breaking her nails
-having people rant to her
-mudbloods
-looking stupid
-being made fun of
-bad hair days
-mudbloods
-not being the best in everything
Patronus:
-a wolf
Talents:
-singing
-piano
-ballroom dancing
-potions
-Dark Arts
Boggart:
-her mother's boyfriends
Life Goals:
-to live
-to be well-known
-to marry a rich, attractive, pure-blood[/ul]
Family
Siblings: None
Personal History:
Born on October 31, Lyra was the first and only child of the Morgan's. Her parents treated her as if she was royalty. And she considered herself to be. Growing up in a wizarding village, just outside of London, Lyra became addicted to wizarding objects, games, and, most of all, Quidditch at a very young age.
Growing up with a Pure-Blood mother and father, Lyra took a lot of lessons. She took dancing, piano, singing, and etiquette lessons. Daily. She did this from the time she was six to the time she was eleven, when she go her Hogwarts letter. Lyra’s mother taught her a lot of glamour spells (ex. Curling charm: Courbures elegances [French]). Lyra's known as the Slytherin Queen, she was sorted into Slytherin the second the Sorting Hat touched her head. She smirked and walked sauntered over to the table. Her proudest moment. Her life has always been easy. She passed her classes without even trying, mostly because her mother forced her to be the best and she had to live up to that. Lyra didn't mind. She liked being the best. She needed to be the best. She's known for being Slytherin's Queen. She demanded respect, and, for the most part, she got it.
Lyra had the picture perfect world. Everything was right. Unless you lived inside Morgan Manor. If you were to come into the manor, everything would fall apart. Lyra's mother fell into a depression when Lyra was ten. Her father left for a week, and Lyra's eleventh birthday went uncelebrated. Her mother started drinking. It got real bad. Her mother would have affairs when her father was away. She didn't really want to know what he was out doing. Though Lyra knew in the back of her mind he was cheating as well. Lynn's boyfriends took the habit of hitting Lyra when ever Lynn passed out due to alcohol. Lyra couldn't handle it. She started out with popping rubber bands on her wrists. Which she somehow managed to fall back on. She used to cut. She still had the blades in her bag. But she didn't cut anymore. She fell back into the habit of her rubber bands. Not one person knew of her history. Not a single soul. And she planned to keep it that way until the day she died.[/ul]
Other
Anything Else: -admin edit-[/ul]
Contact: Mrs.Bill_Weasley@hotmail.com
Roleplay Experience: Lots[/ul]
Basics
Nicknames: Lyra, Starr
Age: 17
Birthday: October 31
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin[/ul]
Physical
Lyra was unique to say the least. Her beauty was in a natural way. The only thing that went against that was when she showed off her belly-button ring. She did it herself when she was ten. Her parents still don't know about it. She finds it hard to believe they don't, but she doesn't really care. Her hair fell down her back in strands of white-gold. She spent an hour on her hair alone. She had to get it perfect. She was such a perfectionist.
Her hair had to be soft. Had to be straight. Had to be smooth. Had to be perfect. Her eyes were a shining steel blue. They sparked with lust, oh so often. Her eyes were always lined in black eye-liner, making them stand out so much more. Every now and then, she'd add glitter around her eyes, just to get more attention than normal. She weighs 120lbs, and is considered tall at 5'8". Which she adds to by wearing four inch heels.
Picture:
[/ul]Mental
She's a Slytherin through and through. She has a charm about her; she can get anyone to think her way. To think she's right. She's the Queen of Slytherin. Queen of One nighters. Lyra took after her father with her cocky exterior. Though, she had a heart. She needed to feel like people cared about her, not just lusted after her. Lyra loved raising hell, no matter what happened. But, with her charm, she almost always manages to weasel her way out of detention. If she ever got caught that was. She knew how to hide when she did something. She knew how to stay out of trouble. She is completely random. She can make any awkward situation into a pleasant one with one simple saying. Lyra is very spoiled. And she knows it. She blocks herself from the world for fear of getting hurt. She has a hard exterior but is very sensitive underneath it all. She has an extremely quick temper and has violent tendencies.
She always gets what she wants. No matter the cost. She's manipulative and can convince anyone that she has the best idea, or she's right. She knows how to work her way around the rules. Lyra is a very sarcastic person, and she throws her insults at anyone who's around. If you ask a stupid question you will get a stupid answer. She would always be seen laughing, with her normally pale complexion a pale crimson red, about what, no one was quite sure. And on one really dared to ask. Lyra was the type of girl who would sit in a silent room and burst out into laughter about something that happened yesterday. But most of all, she always kept you laughing. Unless, of course, you needed her to be serious. She was always there for her friends and always will be. No matter what happened. Lyra had always been a true friend, and she has always been easy to get along with.
Likes:
-pain
-boys
--with money
-Quidditch
--Quidditch players
-flirting
-her father
-purebloods
-money
-bad boys
-being the best
-singing
Dislikes:
-mudbloods
-her mother
--her mother's boyfriends
---hitting her
--her mother's alcoholism
-her father for being so blind
-emotions
-mudbloods
-being sick
-breaking her nails
-having people rant to her
-mudbloods
-looking stupid
-being made fun of
-bad hair days
-mudbloods
-not being the best in everything
Patronus:
-a wolf
Talents:
-singing
-piano
-ballroom dancing
-potions
-Dark Arts
Boggart:
-her mother's boyfriends
Life Goals:
-to live
-to be well-known
-to marry a rich, attractive, pure-blood[/ul]
Family
Siblings: None
Personal History:
Born on October 31, Lyra was the first and only child of the Morgan's. Her parents treated her as if she was royalty. And she considered herself to be. Growing up in a wizarding village, just outside of London, Lyra became addicted to wizarding objects, games, and, most of all, Quidditch at a very young age.
Growing up with a Pure-Blood mother and father, Lyra took a lot of lessons. She took dancing, piano, singing, and etiquette lessons. Daily. She did this from the time she was six to the time she was eleven, when she go her Hogwarts letter. Lyra’s mother taught her a lot of glamour spells (ex. Curling charm: Courbures elegances [French]). Lyra's known as the Slytherin Queen, she was sorted into Slytherin the second the Sorting Hat touched her head. She smirked and walked sauntered over to the table. Her proudest moment. Her life has always been easy. She passed her classes without even trying, mostly because her mother forced her to be the best and she had to live up to that. Lyra didn't mind. She liked being the best. She needed to be the best. She's known for being Slytherin's Queen. She demanded respect, and, for the most part, she got it.
Lyra had the picture perfect world. Everything was right. Unless you lived inside Morgan Manor. If you were to come into the manor, everything would fall apart. Lyra's mother fell into a depression when Lyra was ten. Her father left for a week, and Lyra's eleventh birthday went uncelebrated. Her mother started drinking. It got real bad. Her mother would have affairs when her father was away. She didn't really want to know what he was out doing. Though Lyra knew in the back of her mind he was cheating as well. Lynn's boyfriends took the habit of hitting Lyra when ever Lynn passed out due to alcohol. Lyra couldn't handle it. She started out with popping rubber bands on her wrists. Which she somehow managed to fall back on. She used to cut. She still had the blades in her bag. But she didn't cut anymore. She fell back into the habit of her rubber bands. Not one person knew of her history. Not a single soul. And she planned to keep it that way until the day she died.[/ul]
Other
Anything Else: -admin edit-[/ul]
