Post by Blair Delacroix on Jul 26, 2010 23:01:17 GMT -5
Name: Blair Delacroix
Nickname: Crazy Bitch
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Hair: Choppy and red
Eyes: Deep Green
Skin-tone: Tan
Personality: Blair is quite, quite insane. Her mind was broken by a memory charm, and now thinks in fragments. She is normally quiet, instead thinking about seemingly random things. She often sees things that are not there. Such as the stars, when she is indoors, and its daytime. She names random things. While she seems thoughtless and unfocused, she is always listening, and remembers random facts. But, when she wants to, such as in a duel, she can be single minded and creative. If things get too loud or chaotic, and she isn’t expecting it, she can lash out. She seems almost childish at moments, and exacts childish revenge when she sees fit. While she doesn’t enjoy killing, it comes to her as easy as breathing, and will kill when someone gets irritating or slows her down.
Likes: Solidarity, quiet, rain, the number seven.
Dislikes: Loud noises, muggles, irritating people, bright lights, puffskeins, the number three.
History: Blair was a student at Hogwarts, like most, and at that time, was sane. Her mind was shattered after a botched memory charm by a Death Eater. The spell worked in reverse, giving her access to the Death Eater’s mind, and instating a desire to work as a Death Eater under Lord Voldemort.
Special Skills: Blair is exceptionally gifted at Occlumency and
Legilimency. She also has prophetic visions.
Sample Post: Stop. Blair looked around the dark room. It smelled of rot and decay. And death. Across the room, in the bed was the rotting corpse of her favorite victim. Stop. “Oh Matthew, you would love the stars. I know you can’t see them now. You’re eyes have rotted out.” She laughed, a high pitched, hee hee hee. “I tried to name them, you know. But I named them all ‘Oedipe’. Now there’s terrible confusion.” Stop. She crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, beside the corpse and wiped her hand across the forehead. “Oh Matthew, you’re terribly cold. This is getting to be a habit. Don’t make me kill you dead again.” She giggled again. Stop.
Nickname: Crazy Bitch
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Hair: Choppy and red
Eyes: Deep Green
Skin-tone: Tan
Personality: Blair is quite, quite insane. Her mind was broken by a memory charm, and now thinks in fragments. She is normally quiet, instead thinking about seemingly random things. She often sees things that are not there. Such as the stars, when she is indoors, and its daytime. She names random things. While she seems thoughtless and unfocused, she is always listening, and remembers random facts. But, when she wants to, such as in a duel, she can be single minded and creative. If things get too loud or chaotic, and she isn’t expecting it, she can lash out. She seems almost childish at moments, and exacts childish revenge when she sees fit. While she doesn’t enjoy killing, it comes to her as easy as breathing, and will kill when someone gets irritating or slows her down.
Likes: Solidarity, quiet, rain, the number seven.
Dislikes: Loud noises, muggles, irritating people, bright lights, puffskeins, the number three.
History: Blair was a student at Hogwarts, like most, and at that time, was sane. Her mind was shattered after a botched memory charm by a Death Eater. The spell worked in reverse, giving her access to the Death Eater’s mind, and instating a desire to work as a Death Eater under Lord Voldemort.
Special Skills: Blair is exceptionally gifted at Occlumency and
Legilimency. She also has prophetic visions.
Sample Post: Stop. Blair looked around the dark room. It smelled of rot and decay. And death. Across the room, in the bed was the rotting corpse of her favorite victim. Stop. “Oh Matthew, you would love the stars. I know you can’t see them now. You’re eyes have rotted out.” She laughed, a high pitched, hee hee hee. “I tried to name them, you know. But I named them all ‘Oedipe’. Now there’s terrible confusion.” Stop. She crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, beside the corpse and wiped her hand across the forehead. “Oh Matthew, you’re terribly cold. This is getting to be a habit. Don’t make me kill you dead again.” She giggled again. Stop.
