ROSELYN, Crylyn Lola

[Crylyn Lola Roselyn]

Crylyn|Lola|Roselyn

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Under a star lit place I love you tonight
Kiss me down
Build me up
And watch me shine.

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IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN

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Name: Crylyn Lola Roselyn
Nickname: Cry, Lyn, Lola
Age/Birthday: 17, November 13th
Gender: Female
Orientation: bi
Blood Status: pure,
Affiliation: neutral,
Year/House: 7th, Ravenclaw
Wand: 10” made of Siren Hair and Sphinx claws.

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: As a young girl growing up every one considered her beautiful, her deep brown eyes changing with her mood so on days that she was to be with her family they would be a light golden eyes and times that she was angered a dark shadow would cover her eyes.
Hair: Her hair was always a light brown and as she grew older the red highlights appeared as she grew more mature.
Height: Crylyn Stands 5’ 11” off the ground tall and skinny, rather uncomfortable with her body, she often has her arms wrapped around herself as if to ward off anything or anyone that was unwarned.
Weight: 110
Distinguishing Features(if any): On her bare back is an ink drawing of a crescent moon attached with an eye, it was a birthmark, that developed to as fuller pattern threw out her growing years.

Play-by: Alexis Bidele

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IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR

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Erised: Her greatest desire is to be loved to know who she wanted to be and have some one except her for it.
Patronus: A swimming turtle, meaning that she is loyal and in the end she will win the race and never give up.
Boggart: Everything that lurks in the dark.
Dementor: Her fathers voice coming from the dark forest and spells firing at her telling her that she is worthless.
Amortentia: Chocolate chip cookies, Lilies and paper of an old book.

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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR

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Likes:
Herself
Solitary
Kissing
Boys
Falling in Love
Truth
Books
Work
Dislikes:
The Dark
Being truly alone
Dueling
Cursing
Nothingness
Silence
Death
Fear
Strengths:
Her heart
Her not fear to speak
Her thoughtfulness
Weaknesses
Her fear
Her rationalize
Her Masochistic Habits
Overall Personality:

Know as a wall flower Crylyn was rather invisible although her looks would be noticed if she were not so see threw. Her personality is quiet, she would rather listen to a conversation then sate her option even if she knows she’s right.
If she were forced to answer, she would speak under her breath and never look the person in the eye. She was never one to be in the spotlight and noticed, she preferred her own room to the others company

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IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST

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Family:
Father- Raynal Roselyn
Mother- Lola Roselyn
Brother- Christen Roselyn
Sister- Kaytlyn Roselyn
Pets: does a brother count?
Residence: Roselyn Manor
History:

As a young Girl Crylyn grew up in a Death Eaters home. full of dark and black magic she saw only the side that the Pureblood were more deserving then any ones else, ever one else was wrong and to be killed. Watching a brother grow up under the terms of a death eater, she prayed to a nonexistent God that she would not undergo the same torment. The God she feared and prayed to, did not answer her calls, instead they threw it back into her face even harder. Threaten to be sent to a slave camp if she were to not fallow. Governed under fear she learned to be a mother, a slave to the home and to listen to her future husbands commands. She grew up terrified and learning to take pity and fix everything that she must.

When she started at Hogwarts she discovered that things weren’t the same as she had learned them. Although the halls were full of evil and hatred shunning those of not full pureblood she found herself exploring the world of things that cannot be fixed, men being the main source just as her mother did. Every time the boy hit her or threw her, broke her bones or broke her heart she'd give it out again until there was barley nothing left.

She never had friends only sticking her nose into other peoples business and never really wanting friends she found herself alone and in the corner of darkness she began to question everything. The world outside of which she grew up always, fascinated her and out of fear she remained at Hogwarts only to wait to graduate and begin on the side of good knowing that she would never succeed but also knowing that in the end she would do the thing that every one refused to do.

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YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

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Name/Alias: Paige
Age: older then 16
Roleplay Experience: year esk
How you heard about us: Kat
Code Phrase: in the rules
Roleplay Sample:

Gwenevere walked slowly along the book shelf looking at the titles words dancing out at her. This night had been the longest thus far over the years she would get nightmares they usually were brought after seeing her family, she sighed trailing a delicate finger along the shelf as she looked at the carfuly picked out collection of books. She sighed suddenly face to face with the last books of the row Reading the stars: Divination for the curious mind. Gwen put her head to the shelf closing her eyes letting the darkness letting her think that she was in her warm bed completely safe from recurring night frights. She opened her eyes willing herself not to fall asleep she hummed softly spinning around the bookshelf into another row but she stopped, seeing a boy slumped over a book struggling to stay awake. She recognized the boy as he had become somewhat of a legend threw the hallow halls of Hogwarts. James Potter. She smiled remembering her fifth year She slowly walked over to him. “James Potter? Studying? At three fifty in the morning no doubt” she said teasing him as she conjured a cup of Butterbeer and handed one to James. She smiled at him looking at his work she smiled “Your grammar kinda sucks” she said sitting down and taking a sip from her butterbeer and smiled “What are you doing up this late anyway” she asked knowing that this niceness was uncharacterized of her but lack of sleep does that to any sane person she blinked waiting for an answer.

[Lucius Abraxas Malfoy]

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