Post by amber aurelia green on Jun 19, 2012 15:36:50 GMT
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| [bg=252525] [/style] | [bg=252525][style=overflow: auto; width: 300px; height: 300px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #909090; line-height: 100%; background: #252525; ]FULL NAME: amber aurelia green GENDER: female DATE OF BIRTH: 17th december SEXUAL ORIENTATION: hetrosexual CURRENT RESIDENCE: scotland, united kingdom CURRENT OCCUPATION: unemployed at present HOGWARTS HOUSE: ravenclaw BLOOD STATUS: WAND: ash wood, 14", dragon heartstring core PERSONALITY: "you want to hear all about little old me? oh, brilliant, i will admit that there is plenty to talk about. i am chatty, adventurous, i enjoy a challenge and i dare say, pretty great, all in all. yes, this may cause you to think that i am a little, as some may put it, "up myself", but i will have you know that i am simply very self confident. i know exactly what i want, and i know exactly how i will get it. i am smart, use initiative often, and can be manipulative, but only in desperate situations where i want something so very badly. like everlasting life, but then that's another story to tell. i am considered outspoken, sometimes, as i speak up for myself when i think that something isn't right. i am not afraid to stand up for myself, or for others. self preservation is key, i know, but i can tend to get myself into sticky situations. i would say "you only live once" but in my case, i don't know if that can be classed, technically, as true. if anyone asks, i am not scared of anything. in all honesty though, and this stays between us, i'm a little bit afraid of clowns. yes, those muggle things with the painted faces, big shoes and funny noses. never been a big fan. i have two fears. one, is that i'll never run into mike again. this is a fear because he made me who i was in more ways than one and he is, after all, well... you'll find out exactly who he is to me later, won't you. and secondly, that i'll be burned alive. i know it's silly, there's the flame freezing spell, stopping it from doing any damage, but still, the idea of being burned alive is such a horrible one that it could have me running for the hills. i like being ahead of the game. this was shown in school by me being ahead in class. i had all the notes done and all the homework completed before they'd even finished setting it. alright, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but still. i was a ravenclaw, we had a reputation to uphold. i wasn't too brilliant at transfiguration, but history of magic, i found fascinating. i also never quite got to grips with the broom. i love, as every woman does, chocolate. it's a comfort when you have a bad day. i heard it released some nice chemicals into the brain or something, but it tastes nice, and i like it. therefore, honeydukes is officially my most favourite shop on the planet. and i've been to plenty of places on the planet, so that says a lot. my favourite alcohol above all in the magical world is firewhiskey. i can handle my drink like a sailor, as the saying goes, but trust me my dear, i've had plenty of practice." BACKGROUND: "my history? you best find a comfortable seat, we could be hear for a little while. i was born to my mother and father in 1841. i don't know too much about my mother, but my father, i grew up with. as a young baby, my mother left us, and at first, i didn't understand why. daddy told me she died, when i was old enough to understand, and i bought this. he told me it was from an illness, and that was that. you can't chase after a ghost, after all. i grew up and went through my childhood like any other child of the time. i was a little bit of a tomboy at first, climbing trees, ripping dresses and not bothering to have any care about mud ruining my clothes. it was only mud after all, and i wanted to have some fun, explore and enjoy the area around me. as i grew into a teenager, these childish desires of tree climbing disappeared, and magic replaced everything. at eleven, i'd received my hogwarts letter, and my father had sent me on my way on the hogwarts express that very next september. nothing changes. the train left just on time and i couldn't wait to experience all these new things that were now available to me. my wand at the ready, i was also ready to learn. i absorbed every bit of knowledge that i could. like every student, you have classes which you prefer and others that you don't agree with, so to speak. or don't agree with you, whatever way that you want to look at it. transfigurations was one of these for me, and after achieving an owl in it, i dared not continue it for newt level, and so i chose topics more interesting to me, like history of magic. i loved learning about history, and adored the idea that i was experiencing things today that would later be classed as history. i left school with my newts and went on my way, forever searching for new experiences. i travelled next, to france, it was lovely there. america was next on my list, and i had a friend from school who also travelled there. he sent me a curious owl informing me that he'd ran into someone who looked like me. i promptly informed him that my mother had passed on and it must have been a coincidence. but it just kept niggling me, and so i spoke to my father. i got very angry with him, and after a big argument, he agreed that i was old enough to know the truth. we sat down with some tea, and he told me everything. my mother had not died when i was young, like he'd said, so to speak anyway. she'd left me as a youngster to save me, as someone had turned her into a vampire. she didn't want to hurt me, and so left me with my father, who raised me ever since. he didn't know where she was, but she'd left me a letter to be given to me when i was seventeen. i was now eighteen, and i was not happy that he'd made me wait a year longer. he'd said that he didn't want me to know what had happened, that i probably would never have found her anyway and would waste my life looking. if she wanted to be found, she would be, he'd said, and he hadn't caught head nor tail of her ever since she'd dropped me off. this, i did believe, though i did question him for a second, as he'd already lied enough. i was still determined to find her, and so i promptly informed him that i would find her, no matter how long it took. i started using her last name, matthews after that, and forsaking the name of my father in favour of this, in the hope that she'd hear i was looking for her and try and find me. i travelled wherever i could think of, praying that i would find her. i got in touch with my friend to find out where he'd seen her and i went from there, attempting to chase down any leads that i could find. they were few and far between, and when i was on the verge of giving up, i met someone who changed me. i met him when i'd not long turned twenty one. his name was michael green, and he was nothing short of amazing. i fell head over heels, as you would put it. he seemed to feel a similar way, and i relished in his attentions. michael soon told me a secret, that he was just like my mother, a vampire. after telling me and me accepting it, he asked me to marry him, which i agreed to and we wed not long after and i was blissfully happy. i'd vowed to look for my mother for as long as my life would allow it. if i became like them, i could spend forever with michael, and i had as much time as it took for me to find my mother. it was a win-win situation, and so i hatched myself a clever plan. michael doesn't know this and so it stays between us. i arranged for michael to meet me somewhere, told him i didn't want to walk home alone. i then paid someone to attempt to murder me with a knife. it was 1864, the year i died. technically. the timing was perfect, mike turned up just in time to see someone stab me, scare them off, and find me bleeding to death. now he had a choice to make, let me die, or save my life and spend forever with me. thankfully, i was right about how he felt, and i could feel his blood, changing me from the inside out. when i woke up, i felt so new, so revitalised, and so hungry. he taught me to control it as best he could, but one day, it got out of control. i massacred a small group of people, and i didn't really cover it up well either. in the day they came for me, and michael knew what had happened. he took the blame and ran away to america. i hid away as best i could until dark. i had nothing like the bracelet that he had at the time, to save me from the sun, and so i was trapped there, alone, scared and close to tears, constantly, until the night fell. i fled as fast as i could and got as far away as i could. i never found mike after that. i missed him terribly but i am a strong girl, and kept myself busy retracing my mother once more. i ended up in america in the twenties, that was fun. hiding away in speakeasies, dancing the night away with whatever man caught my eye. alright, so maybe i wasn't the most faithful of wives, but it has been, oh, over a hundred years, what could he expect?! i got close to my mother once, i traced her to madagascar, but i got there near 1945, and she'd already gone. i didn't miss her by long, i was about a week late. she got harder and harder to trace though as her names changed from place to place and time to time. it did make me wonder whether she wanted to be found, but i am a persistent and stubborn person, and i said i'd find her, and so i would. my father was long dead by now, and wouldn't live to see me find her, but if there is a heaven, i can only hope he's there to see me keep my promise. i visited brazil once as well. the canopy of the amazon rainforest was enough to keep the sun off my skin. it was the first time i'd been able to be out in the daytime for years. whilst out walking amongst the trees, i came across the house of a witch, who smiled like i was an old friend. i was compelled to go and talk with her and helped her with some tasks. i'd always been a dab hand at cooking and i made her a meal, whilst we traded stories of our lives. after i was ready to leave, she offered me a parting gift, a ring which would keep the sun from hurting me. i'd came across an enchantment like this once, as michael had something similar, but to have it myself. i think i cried. i'd missed the daylight, and it got awfully suspicious, only coming out at night. i thanked the woman and gave her a big hug. she'd given me a gift that meant i'd be able to do something that i'd dismissed as impossible again. i've been a lot of places on the trail for my mother, and i will admit that i was hoping to run into mike again too. right now, i'm heading back home. it's almost the anniversary of my father's death and i decided to visit his grave. i haven't forgotten about him, all these years later, and never will, just like i'll never forget about my mother, or my husband. they are my family, and i will find them again. that's a promise, and as you know by now, i keep my promises." |
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AMBER GREEN | ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX | WITCH | EMILIA CLARKE | EMMA
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