Post by Anarayne Seremela D'Arenberg on Feb 16, 2010 22:44:16 GMT -5
ANARAYNE|SEREMELA|D’ARENBERG
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You shut your mouth, how dare you say. I go about things the wrong way. I am human and I need to be loved. Just like everybody else does. When you say it's gonna happen now.When exactly do you mean?See I've already waited too long And all my hope is Gone"
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Anarayne Seremela D’Arenberg
Nickname: Ana
Age/Birthday: 15 and November 13th 1961
Gender: Female
Orientation: straight
Blood Status: pure
Affiliation: death eater,
Year/House: 5th year Slytherin
Wand:
Wood Handcrafted from Solid Bloodwood
Length 15 1/4 inches
Enchantment Essence of Phoenix Ash
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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: Brown with flecks of gold
Hair: Chestnut
Height: Five’5’’
Weight: 110
Distinguishing Features(if any): Noppers
Play-by: Lacey Chabert
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: greatest desire To follow in the foot steps of her mother and be the lady of a grand manor. Well that’s only really part of it she loves to design expensive accessories. But looking at who she is becoming a wife and mother would fit also.
Patronus: Peacock is my patronus. The peacock is a symbol of recognition, self-assurance and pride. He is one of the world's most beautiful birds. That my Patronus is a peacock says that I am are very self-confident. I know what you are capable of and are comfortable with that. You tend to be more prideful than the average person,
Boggart: Dying young. Being only fifteen Anarayne has a long ahead of her and the thought of dying before she can reach all of her goals strikes such a chord of fear in her that just to think about it makes her want to run and hide under the bed.
Dementor: When Anarayne was about 7 she broke a rule that her parents said she could not ride her new pony until after the rain stopped. Well she didn’t listen to them .Being stubborn she went to the top of a grassy hill and yelled at the horse to go go and the horse obeyed her and started to run rather fast, but since the rain had soaked the ground the grass was wet and slippery. On the way down the horse lost it’s footing and Anrayne fell off and both her and the horse started to tumble down the hill. A tree stump stopped little Anarayne from falling but after she rubbed her eyes and stopped crying long enough she sat up and looked around letting out a whaling scream. There lying at the bottom of the hill was her horse covered in blood since on the way down it had caught a long sharp branch and the horses skin had been torn.
Amortentia: Fresh cut roses, the smell after it rains and fresh baked cookies.
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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes: Being pure, shopping, having loads of friends, roses, potions, the dark arts, being in Slytherin, her family, bossing people around, long hot bubble baths and Rabastan Lestrange.
Dislikes: Being told no, those not pure, COMC, being away from her family, people who smell, getting dirty, not having a date for school dances, thunder storms, homework, not making prefect.
Strengths: Dueling, her loyalty, thinks fast on her feet, speaks more then one language, she never gives up.
Weaknesses Her pride, math, Rabastan Lestrange, she riles easily when cornered.
Overall Personality:
Anarayne is your typical rich stuck-up pureblood young woman, but she has many aspects that many don’t suspect or see. She has two separate personalities: the public Anarayne and the private Anarayne. In public, Anarayne is the perfectly-mannered socialite, proper in every way and always looking her best. She makes sure the right people see her in this light. For example, when she visits St Mungos , Anarayne makes sure the attitude she shows is that of caring when she donates. She looks down upon blood-traitors and half-bloods and treats them with little respect – if she even speaks to them at all. She grew up attending high-society parties and knows her etiquette. She’s a gracious hostess. However, Anarayne can have her moments.
She has been known at certain times to let her emotions get the best of her. Her mood swings will be so extreme that she will even scare her husband. One moment she can be the loving, caring wife, and worries about him and the entire household and the next as cold as ice. Sometimes Anarayne does not even understand it. Most of the time those swings will happen when a person speaks ill of her family or friends.
Her strongest feeling in her body has got to be the passion she has. She puts her whole heart into everything she does. The loving fervor she has is all reserved for her husband, and sister, and brother in-law. If something is not going the way she planned, she's not afraid to speak up and to move it in that direction. One look or snide comment will put things back into her court, and she's not afraid to speak out about it. She can keep husband in line excellently, and often plays up these characteristics.
The private Anarayne is much more complicated. Living up to the D’Arenberg name is not easy for anybody. Her mother cast such a great shadow, that to Anarayne, it is very hard to live up to her. The constant push from her family to have a child is great. Behind closed doors, many items are hidden, and it is Anarayne's job to make sure they stay that way. Any feelings that Anarayne may have, about fear and doubt must be hidden. She can be very weak and vulnerable when it comes to those she cares about. When emotion comes out , it is a privilaged few who are witess. Her sister Deandra has been around when Anarayne has started to cry, or her mother , has seen a side most dont see.
Anarayne is by no means a weak woman. But when it comes to Aaron, Anarayne turns into a pile of mush. Yes, she does have her mood swings, as mentioned above, but Aaron Wickham is the only man who can reel her in. She has the utmost respect for the men in her life. Her father, and fiance , have also been there to help Anarayne and pick her up at those rare moments of falling. Don’t get me wrong, Anarayne knows how to get what she wants and she is not hesitant or shy about doing so.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family:
Father:Maxwell D’Arenber is Importer and exporter of wizarding good. He runs the company which deal in hard to find and expensive items.(most are dark).
Mother:Diamanta D’Arenberg does not need to work she runs her household.
Older brother Preston who is a seventh year
Sister:Deandra is 11 and in Slytherin.
Pets: A snow white owl named Glacier
Residence: A small estate in South Whiltshire
History:
Anarayne was born on a night when the weather was not pretty. There was a horrible thunder storm blowing outside and just as lightning hit a tree and set it on fire, Anarayne came into this world. From the second she took that first breath and gave that first scream, Anarayne let it be known she was not one to be messed with. Maxwell & Diamanta already had one child a boy named Preston who was a year older then his sister. Maxwell had always wanted a little girl, and this day her wish came true. As Anarayne e grew her evil and dark tendencies started to show. But she was not to be the only D’Arenberg daughter for when Anarayne a was a year old her sister Diamanta was born. As early as the age of two this toddler could use magic to cause harm. One day the family dog kept barking at her and even snapped, well little Anarayne got a hold of her moms’ want and flicked it. A red light came from the wand hitting the dog. Forcing the animal to let out a yelp of pain. Anarayne had burned all the hair off the poor dog. She sat there on the floor with an evil smirk on her face. At that moment both her parents knew their little girl was not only very special that at a tender little age her magical powers were gifted and could take her far.
Then finally came the time for Anarayne to attend school. Maxwell& Diamanta already knew where they were going to send their little princess; to Hogwarts. The sorting hat barely touched her head when it yelled out “Slytherin”. That first year Anarayne mad her mark by becoming noticed in DADA and Potions. She had an unnatural affection towards poisons. Anarayne embodied the perfect Slytherin attitude and by her second year was well established as one the best in her house in Potions. Her third year at Hogwarts had gone just as much like the last two. By the time her fourth year started she had been established as the Slytherin girl not to be messed with. That is also when she started to have feelings for Rabastan Lestrange. They had grown up in the same circles yet she did not have the guts to tell him how she felt.. It was summer time and at this moment fifteen year old Anarayne was praying she would make prefect. She had done all the right things her past year but as important as that was it was out of her hands now. Summer was the time to relax attend the right parties and Anarayne was but every time she saw him well her knees went weak and she couldn’t talk. There was some teasing from her friends for this as she was only fifteen and despite never having had a date at this point she was rather naive about the ways of the heart.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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Yes with Lucius always leaving for some reason or another it made Narcissa crave that intimacy she felt had been lacking. You would think she would be used the this by now with all the late nights and calls away he had to deal with as Death Eater. At least this time she did not sit up for hours wondering if the ministry would knock on her door to tell her she was now a widow. God how now she hated those years all that fighting and all that planning for what in her opinion nothing. How just the memory of those dark day when Voldemort used their home as headquarters and ordered the family around like servants. It had taken her months to get the house back to normal and years to repair the Clack and Malfoy family reputations. Those cold days when she had no clue how he was doing or if he would come home were like nightmares for her. But Narcissa would make the most what time Lucius was going to be home for. Yes this dinner was et to be romantic but there was a dessert missing on the table but that’s ok Narcissa did have something planned for later.
Her entire life since graduating Hogwarts and been her husband and son. For the most part her life was filled with only a handful of sorrow filled moment but when they happened they took a piece of Narcissa’s soul away. Leaning her head in a little Narcissa rested her forehead to her husbands as she pursed her lips kissing the end of his nose. It felt so nice and so good to be in his arms once more. To Narcissa the safest place to be was in the arms of the man she loved. If she could go back and change a few of her decisions she would because all she wanted was for a little bit was to have a worry free life. “The food is getting cold and I know we must eat but I do not want to move from where I am right now. I am scared that if we part some stupid owl will fly in and take you away from me again.” Her soft spoken voice tinged with the slightest bit of fear.
Buried deep in the back of her mind was the meeting she had just had With Arthur Hastings just a few days ago. She was walking a very dangerous line but for the safety of her only living child Narcissa would do anything. But trying to save her family could also rip it right back apart but enough of that . Lucius was now home and she had to savoir every moment because he would be pulled away again at the drop of a hat. Wanting to feel his lips upon her once more Narcissa teasingly kissed his cheek along the jaw line then pressed her lips to his her tongue massaging her husbands. Some people would say they were being silly and acting like school children but she didn’t care. Narcissa Malfoy knew what she wanted and what she wanted was her husband.
