Post by Bevin Iris Dirkse on Jul 8, 2010 7:04:25 GMT -5
Bevin Iris Dirkse
Diet: She is a vegetarian, both by choice and because her shift species somewhat requires it. She does not have expensive taste, but like salads, fruits, and quiche (she is not vegan).
Skills: Cooking, sewing, painting, CPR (and other emergency medical care)
Schooling: High school diploma, paramedic training
Habits: Keeping things tidy, forgetting important things, biting her nails, forgetting to turn the lights off when she leaves a room
Criminal Record: None
You
Roleplaying Experience: Around 2 years
Diet: She is a vegetarian, both by choice and because her shift species somewhat requires it. She does not have expensive taste, but like salads, fruits, and quiche (she is not vegan).
Skills: Cooking, sewing, painting, CPR (and other emergency medical care)
Schooling: High school diploma, paramedic training
Habits: Keeping things tidy, forgetting important things, biting her nails, forgetting to turn the lights off when she leaves a room
Criminal Record: None
You
Roleplaying Experience: Around 2 years
Eyes narrowing against the fog, Locke yanked his baggage through the divider and onto Platform 9 3/4. He had been detained, parents pulling him back to lecture him on the importance of maintaining the reputation he'd created in his years at Hogwarts. This year is no different, don't sully the family name, yadda yadda yadda. Nothing Locke didn't know already. In fact, he found that they were lecturing him on the subject laughable. Those two had kept their noses clean and away from those with tainted blood, yes. But had they done anything to regain the honor previously attached to the Malfoy name? Not a thing. They ranted about the evils of the Potters practically without pause, but had they ever done anything to discredit them? No.
Locke stepped forward, shoving his way through the crowd as he scowled at his parents' hypocrisy. He saw a hint of blonde hair up ahead, hair that matched his own.
"Alcina!" He called, in the most dignified way of course, and raised his hand so she could see him. Not that that was particularly necessary, as he was a good head and shoulders above most of the other students on the platform - not to mention their parents. Again, he shoved his way forward to catch up to his sister. He noted the expression on her face and scrunched up his nose, disapproving. "Why the fowl mood, Alcina?"
The way Locke figured it, the Malfoys had to keep up appearances. If that meant smiling even when the second year to your left was picking his nose and wiping it on his unsuspecting mother's coat, so be it. If that meant hiding an unpleasant mood so that your teachers wouldn't suspect anything, so be it. They wouldn't make the same mistakes Draco Malfoy did, Locke would make sure of it.
"Come on, then. We don't want to miss all the good carriages." Locke tugged on Alcina's sleeve, urging onto the train after him.
Locke stepped forward, shoving his way through the crowd as he scowled at his parents' hypocrisy. He saw a hint of blonde hair up ahead, hair that matched his own.
"Alcina!" He called, in the most dignified way of course, and raised his hand so she could see him. Not that that was particularly necessary, as he was a good head and shoulders above most of the other students on the platform - not to mention their parents. Again, he shoved his way forward to catch up to his sister. He noted the expression on her face and scrunched up his nose, disapproving. "Why the fowl mood, Alcina?"
The way Locke figured it, the Malfoys had to keep up appearances. If that meant smiling even when the second year to your left was picking his nose and wiping it on his unsuspecting mother's coat, so be it. If that meant hiding an unpleasant mood so that your teachers wouldn't suspect anything, so be it. They wouldn't make the same mistakes Draco Malfoy did, Locke would make sure of it.
"Come on, then. We don't want to miss all the good carriages." Locke tugged on Alcina's sleeve, urging onto the train after him.