Alexandra King (DONE!!)

[nighty]

Name: Alexandra, King, Mary.
Bloodline: Pure Blood
Cannon?: Original
Age & Year: Sixteen | Sixth.
Gender: Witch
Desired Position: Student
Subject: --
Best Subject: Charms.
Worst Subject: Potions.
Classes:

Charms.
Care of Magical Creatures.
Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Transfiguration.

Appearance:

First thing everyone notices is her blue eyes. They stand out the most. She loves her eyes and likes to think everyone envies them. Sure, maybe some people like her eyes, but some people may be afraid of them. They usually turn a dark navy, almost a black, when she’s angry. She has brunette hair that reaches to her shoulders. Her bangs are usually left alone to grow out. As of now, they are just reaching her nose. Her lips are a dark pink color and thick, but not so thick they flap around when she talks. She has a cute button nose, but it’s slightly pointed with wide nostrils.

She has paleish skin, but she has been working on a tan. She doesn’t want to be too dark, though(not that she’s racist or anything). Her neck is long and skinny, pretty much revealing every bone there. Her collarbone is easily seen and what mostly attracts peoples’ eyes to look is the shiny heart necklaces she wears. She has a small cleft in her chin, which she worries about most of the time, thinking it affects her appearance. But when she smiles, that cleft is usually forgotten since her smile can light up a whole room. She has an extremely thin body, but not too thin. Like all girls, she thinks she’s fat. She stands at about 5’7” and weighs in at about 128 pounds.

Personality:

Alex is a very life-loving person, more like happy-go-lucky. She loves to laugh, and can get rather wild, but she never goes too far because she’ll end up embarassing herself in some way. Most people say she is incredibly quiet, and she is. Once invited into a conversation, she can’t stop herself and just ends up talking up a storm, but not all the time. She doesn’t like silence between her and another person, it just bothers her. In public and around professors, she can easily control herself and be mature. She would love to be friends with everyone on earth, but gaining her trust isn’t too easy. A very cautious person she is for she knows what kind of people are in this strange, twisted world. She likes to keep to herself and stays out of other peoples’ business. She isn’t too fond of liars and back-stabbers since she has been lied to and stabbed in the back plenty of times. Not one tiny bit is she lazy. She has to be doing something or she’ll just fidget the whole time. Like for instance, waiting in a line, she fidgets a lot. Magic is her passion, plain and simple. If anyone tried to take that away from her, she’d have to pull “avada kedavra” on their ass! (haha XD)

She never really has time to get to know any potentiol boyfriends. She usually steers clear because she fears her fragile heart may be broken like it has been so many times in the past. Somewhere deep down, though, she longs for someone she can trust and count on, a simple lover. Her friends are the only people she gets really close to and she’ll cling to them like glue. She loves her friends and misses her mother and father terribly. Because of the tragity that happened to her parents, she goes into deep depression sometimes and can’t do anything. She’ll sit and mope around for days or weeks. It seems like there is no hope when it happens, but she ends up getting cheered up by a concered person.

History:

Alex was born in London, England, that’s where she gets her lovely accent from, of course. She has been there her whole life and wouldn’t like to move anywhere else, unless it was the Hogwarts school. Her whole life wasn’t absolutely perfect, however. She may seem like the perfect, happy-go-lucky person that everyone loves, but she is different inside. She always feels like she’s inside out, her guts spilling all over the place. When she was only ten years old, her parents were taken away from her, literally. It wasn’t an accident, but a murder. Someone murdered her parents. She had been out with friends that day, it was summer, before school. She was only eleven at the time. A bunch of unknown people had broke into her house where her mother was cooking dinner and her father was watching television and laughing hysterically. There were screams and gunshots and then everything fell silent.

The police were informed of the screaming and gunshots by neighbors. When Alex got home, the policemen were still there, investigating the whole house. She did not understand what happened, so she tugged on a nearby policeman’s shirt and asked what was going on. After he explained to her what happened, she blacked out. Next thing she knew, she was in a big, white bed with people standing over her. Her grandparents were there and a few of her cousins. But her mother and father, they weren’t. Wasn’t it a dream? No, it wasn’t, my dear. She was taken to a foster home, fortunately, since her grandparents were retired and couldn’t take care of a child. She loved her foster parents, but they could never replace her real parents, whom were killed by mindless murderers.

Alex still went to Hogwarts school, making friends along the way. For two years, she wasn’t the happiest person on earth because of what happened to her beloved parents. Her friends were always joyful and happy while she moped around and cried herself to sleep almost every night. Once she got into her fifth year, everything was getting better, but she had a depression problem. If she was ever reminded of her parents, she would go into depression for days or weeks, sometimes even months. There was never a possible way to get her to snap out of herself unless a concered person tries to cheer her up. The cheering-up usually helps a lot. Now that it’s her sixth year, she tries to push the past behind her, but she can’t seem to. She loved her parents too damned much.

Ten Characteristics:

Courageous.
Intelligent.
Quick thinker.
Giggly.
Sweet.
Helpful.
Honest.
Clever.
Stealthy.
Friendly.

[draco]

Status: Accepted.
House: Ravenclaw.
Notes: None.