Post by Kariana Gabrielle Travers on Feb 11, 2012 15:00:32 GMT -5
Character Name:
Kariana Gabrielle Travers
Year At Hogwarts:
Sixth
Least Favorite House:
Hufflepuff, although Gryffindor isn't far behind.
What would a typical day in your character's life be like?
Kariana isn't the most social creature in the world, normally she wakes up a good deal before breakfast to sketch in the common room or outside depending on the weather. She spends breakfast in the company of those in her house that she can better tolerate, providing whatever little conversation seems fitting. She's fairly studious so her studies are undertaken even between classes. What doesn't come naturally she spends her extra time working on, like her advanced potions- one of the few that gives her trouble. Her evenings are spent doing whatever she pleases, though there are times that she's dragged to some social event where she does the minimal of talking possible. Since Rabastan graduated she's had little human interaction that actually pleases her though.
Describe your character's personality:
Ana is the very thing every girl wishes she could achieve, every boy wishes he could be with, and every parent prays against receiving. It's not that she's outright mean without any reason. She can hold a pleasant conversation, so long as it's with someone of intelligence and not the ninny brained females that seem to accumulate to her year. Half the time people don't even realize she's insulting them, a backhanded comment made to be sandwiched in-between an ordinary conversation. Biting remarks made in her dulcet tones as she words it in ways people don't think to further evaluate. Anyway she does it people usually manage to overlook, except those of her own excellent house. Well at least half of them catch her intelligent remarks, though even the other half don't manage to. She's cunning to the point it should scare her peers, not that many catch on. The world is her canvas, and she intends to paint it however she feels at that moment, screw anything and everything that tries to stop her.
She's neither a pessimist nor optimist, instead choosing to see herself as somewhere in-between. A factualist if you will. Making something worse or better than it really is idiotic when you know the truth. What's the point of lying to yourself if somewhere in the back of your mind you'll always know it's a lie? Though she has a quick temper she doesn't take it out in the ways most people do. A few biting remarks, maybe a matching of wits; if they can reach that high; but she's rarely ever been reduced to yelling or screaming, either of the two a sure sign that you've managed to crawl under her skin. I suppose you would call it an expert self control that she carries. She has yet to meet anyone who can match her level of sarcasm, or understand half of her witty jokes. No one seems to be able to keep up with the battle of insults so she more often than not finds herself disappointed.
She's extremely competitive, and more than a bit ambitious. To say that if you got in her way you'd be crushed is an understatement. She has every intention of making her way to the top, regardless of who she steps on on the way up, or who she has to beat out of her way. With that comes an acute level of observance, anything that passes by her being filed away into some back corner of her mind, though it seems she can access them when the need arises. Creativity is a high in her life, although what she disposes this creativity on changes week by week. A fan of literature, art, dance, music, and anything she can get her hands on she takes it and perfects herself within the art. Though she's far from a perfectionist. There are some things in her opinion that are far more beautiful flawed, not that the crazed world of today sees that.
Being labeled the ice queen bitch never seemed to bother her, though as of recently she has gone to some pains to make herself a little less abrasive. Her morals have never been called into question due to the pure fact that she's extremely secretive. And as of yet she hasn't chosen to which side she'd rather be on in the current struggle. I suppose its up in the air for someone to persuade her.
A sample of your RPing:
The little light there was from the moon danced in and out of the spaces where the leaves above parted, the silvery glow dancing upon the floor beside and around her. Almost as if taking advantage of the momentary silence the wind whispered past again, singing through the limbs above, the green blades upon which she was positioned shivering as they were touched, the tips of the green blades almost expanding in response. She supposed one of the drawbacks of the way they preformed spells now was the lack of personal contact to what they were manipulating. Even now, what she would suppose to be a good thirty minutes since she had wrapped up her exercises for the night she was acutely aware of her surroundings. It was rather like being in the limbs of the tray, her body swaying in their place as the wind pushed them to their limit, the slow keening the only noise of protest they were able to make. Like she was in each blade of dew tipped grass as they shuddered to the chill applied on them. She let her eyelids drop over her eyes, the colors swirling behind her lids bringing a slight smile to her lips. Everything was on overdrive, she knew that. And she liked the feeling. She’d never stop reveling at how awesomely alive she felt after her nights spent in the forest. Her lips tilted steadily northwards as she inhaled the crisp scent of the earth beneath her invading her senses. It was interesting, this feeling of omniscience, each softly spoken breath that left her nostrils like a thunderclap above her. Each breath her companion muttered falling upon her ears like that of a construction site… and yet without the clamor. She shook her head slightly, her lashes flickering before they opened slowly, the dim lighting striking her pupils the dilation growing ever so much larger until they took up a good deal of her iris’.
She mulled his words over in her head for a moment, her eyes resigned as she nodded her head in a silent agreement. She really didn’t say thank you. Maybe it was something she should start trying to do… She thought about it for a second, her eyes going back to the branches above them, her eyes picking out the patches where the dim light sparkled most. It was interesting, the crosses between the two contrasting colors. A nice distraction from her thoughts. Not that she ever would change herself just for the pleasure of someone else, especially not someone who had the same fault. Her head snapped to the side as the rest of his explanation fell out from his lips, her eyes narrowing into slits at the very mention of cute. Cute, cute was what one called little kids, or small animals. Cute was something usually associated with the word nice. An association she couldn’t afford to have put to her name in the eyes of Regulus Black. “Cute,” her very voice infliction held disdain for the word as she tested it slowly on her tongue, her eyebrows drawing together over the slits where her eyes sat. Azure fire sparked within the icy depths, her lips pursing in thought as she surveyed him. “Cute…,” a shudder shook her shoulders as she repeated the word once again, her nose wrinkling at the thought. “You didn’t just associate me with cute. Ugh,” she glared sullenly, her nose wrinkling to the fullest. Cute… Another shudder threatened to take hold before she caught it. Wait… what was she doing? Her expression froze, her eyes widening slightly in response from their squint. He’d just gotten a rise out of her! Her icy façade had dropped at the mere mention of one word, her almost childish response much more than anyone had gotten in… well two years. Her face instantly went back to an icy calm, her head turning slowly to face the sky above them. Shit. People had seen her angry, furious, scary even. People had seen her happy, even boastful. And people had seen tampered down shows of human emotion in the past two years. People had even seen her indignant. But never had they seen her act so childishly. Even him, in the years before had only gotten that response a mere mention of times. And he managed to do it before an hour was even up. Shit. She nodded absentmindedly at his talk of having a nice voice. She supposed he did… not that it was her main focus right now. Not after such a show of humanity as she’d just put on. I mean goddamn. She resisted the urge to touch her face, instead staring stonily ahead into the night, her figure practically buzzing with the things she wanted to say.
A challenge? A smirk tipped her lips as she met his gaze head on. “Even if it were,” she said slowly, testing the words upon her lips with a glinted kind of mischief lurking beyond the icy depths of blue, “it would be one you couldn’t meet.” She said it so confidently, so arrogantly in fact, that one would be hard-pressed to dispute it. For honestly, it was something she could be sure of. She would never be a notch in Regulus’ bed post, simply for the fact that she knew better than to accuse him of ever having ‘just sex’. He took too much emotion into it, even if they were a one night stand. More the pity for him. She knew all too well that no man could maintain control in that close a proximity to her as well, so even had she deigned to go to bed with him, she’d still be able to seize control back before he could take hold. Her lips tilted up at the thought, her eyes gently mocking as she turned her gaze away from his for a brief second. “Besides Regulus,” she said slowly her lips twitching in the attempt to push back the humor, “your much too much of a girl for me, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be aggressive enough to even get halfway there.” She felt the chuckle burble over her lips before she’d finished, her eyes dancing humorously back to him.
Her thoughts were much too much her company these days, her voice manifesting in her head far beyond the normal kind of conscience. She supposed she’d have to find a way to fix that, though for the moment she was parlay to entertain them silently, her eyes every now and then glancing at her partner, her lips twitching in silent mirth. It was too easy to sit in a companionable silence with him, and too easy to blame the entire fact that she was buzzing due to her acute awareness of everything else. For if she was being completely honest she was more aware of the body not an entire foot from her than she was of any of the blades of grass tickling the exposed skin of her stomach and arms. There was only so much of that that could be blamed on the fact that she’d just come back from one of her excursions to the forest. The fact that she could hear his every breath, practically feel every rise and fall of his chest, was only partially due to that. The rest she would have to admit boiled down to sexual tension, not that she’d ever admit it. For frankly she wasn’t sure when it had started. She was sure that it had been there during their first few years of friendship, though she wasn’t sure it was quiet to this level. Though that could be blamed on the fact that they’d grown older and more… ahem… experienced in their endeavors. She shook her head slowly, auburn locks falling gently against the uppermost sway of her cheek as she turned her head again to study his profile. This was… strange… though not uncomfortable as it should be. Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes steel doors behind which she could continue thinking. But… there was really nothing that she should be thinking about in the first place. She turned her head back again, the wind dancing softly against her face as she let her eyes close upon the onslaught of thought.
She threw him an amused glance, her fingers stilling upon the smooth expanse of skin to which they played. “Chopsticks?” She shook her head lightly, amusement coloring her tone. She would give him credit for remembering she did it at all, though he was obviously blind to the music she was currently playing upon her imaginary keyboard. “Not quiet,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting his with mirth playing through their blue depths. “This…,” she said her hand reaching out to rest upon his shoulder, her fingers moving as if over the keys of a piano once more, albeit a rather broader stretch than hers had been. “is chopsticks.” She finished, her ring finger ending with a dramatic, if light, punctuation into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. “And this…,” she began the tune she’d been playing upon herself, her fingers moving swiftly, if gently, over his shoulder once more. “let’s see if you remember it.” She continued, slowing the pace of her fingers as she watched his face, waiting for it to register, a light smile playing over her lips. “I’ll give you a hint,” she whispered as if sharing a secret, her right lid dropping in a light-hearted wink, “it’s one of my absolute favorite classics.” Her fingers continued with their rhythm, her other hand itching uselessly against her neck.
She shook her head lightly as she looked up at him, the pride there leaving nothing but a gentle smirk on her lips. She knew he was somewhat bothered by her reaction, no matter how much he cared not to admit it. Really, why was he still trying to hide things? It was her for chrissake. “You know,” she said slowly, still unable to withdraw her hand, “if it makes you feel any better I have tattoos of my own.” A wicked gleam entered her eyes, her lips stretching upwards into a full on smirk. It wasn’t something anyone knew… not even her closest of exes. For after all, hers represented something as good as black magic these days, though certainly not reaching the scale his one did. Tribal, she believed that was what hers would be called. Wiccan to some, older than any mark upon ruins of which they had left from their ancestors. She supposed though, if hers were presented to the world at the same time as his they would be overlooked, and with good riddance. “Maybe,” she said slowly, a teasing glint catching her smile, “if you’re lucky enough I might show you.” Her lips broadened even more into a grin. She doubted, unless he still studied the old ruins, that he’d know what they meant, or what they resembled. “If you’re luckier you may guess what they mean,” she continued, the items in question feeling as if they burnt out against her skin. Or he could’ve continued his studies and known. Which would make it rather difficult for her to explain what they were doing on her body, and as to what she’d been up to. But she couldn’t care at the moment, after his declaration she felt airy, light even. Careless. How ironic.
She rolled her eyes dramatically at him at his obvious lie, letting him know, without having to interrupt him that she knew otherwise. Her fingers started back on the staccato rhythm, now upon the area where his mark laid, her head cocking slowly to the side as she listened. No change entered her expression, still one of avid curiosity, though her lips pursed slightly in thought. She let a moment or two of silence pass before she commented. “I think that’s rather sad… I couldn’t do it that way,” she admitted, her eyes meeting his with a slight challenge. She’d just admitted he could do something she couldn’t though her next words were sure to shock him more. “I’d need the thrill,” her voice was slower still, her head tilting in thought. “It would be the only way I could live with it.” She sat silent for another moment before nodding her head as if clarifying to herself that that was right. “Does it bug you?” She asked carefully, her body shifting slightly from its odd angle, the one elbow still connected to the ground shifting just a bit closer to keep her from collapsing atop him, her fingers still playing across the mark that avidly held her interest. “I don’t know what you want me to say…,” her words seemed weighed as she studied his face, her arm dropping from its impossible angle to rest across his chest. “I’m worried for you naturally. And yet I’m… fascinated,” she said the word with reverence, her eyebrows meeting in confusion. “It’s rather like a war of emotions,” she stated clearly, her lips tilting in a crooked smile. It was about as close as she’d ever come to saying anything emotional, though it was clear she weighed every word before she could impulsively say something she might later come to regret. “I want to know it all… and yet I want to hear how you feel about it?” The last was phrased as a question, her lips drawing to a close as she considered it. “It doesn’t make much sense,” she shrugged lightly, throwing him an apologetic expression.
Important word from rules:
I realllly, realllly hope it's still manticore. Haha
And just for our own curiosity, how did you hear about us?
I'm on here already as Damon and Micha. (:
