Post by Thera Louise Mettalokis on Oct 7, 2012 12:03:37 GMT -7
THERA|LOUISE|METTALOKIS
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I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose. fire away. fire away.
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Thera Louise Mettalokis
Nickname: Thera, Louie
Age/Birthday: seventeen, April 30th
Gender: female
Orientation: straight
Blood Status: half
Affiliation: neutral
Year/House: seventh, anubis
Wand: twelve and a half inches, mahogany, unicorn hair
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: green
Hair: brown
Height: in inches
Weight: one hundred and fifteen pounds
Distinguishing Features(if any): a small scar on her left hand from a Quidditch accident
Play-by: Kristen Stewart
Overall appearance: Thera isn't big or intimidating by any means. At five foot four and one hundred and fifteen pounds, she considerably tiny. Solid muscle from years of Quidditch help though. Her brown hair is fairly long and dark, it's something the girl is very proud of. Thera's eyes sparkle like the Nile on most days. However, anger her and they become a dark sea green.
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: To become Greece's best Quidditch player
Patronus: When she and her sister were younger and playing tag the day before she died. Her patronus is a bear.
Boggart: A committed relationship
Dementor: Reliving her sister's murder.
Amortentia: Grass, Lavender, and Old Spice
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes: Quidditch, Nature, Dogs, Fluffy things, Hardwood floors, Cakes, Men, Grey, Planets, Music
Dislikes: Cats, Dragons, Pie, Friendships, Horror films, The Cold, Pink, Blood, Kolas [creepy mofos]
Strengths: Fast flyer, quick learner, fairly intelligent
Weaknesses hot headed, stubborn, sex
Overall Personality: Thera is a weird person. While she loves sex, she hates any sort of closeness. People bore her for the most part. Since her sister's death, Thera's been a bit of a loner. She shies away from human relations, except for those on the Quidditch field. She finds comfort in music and flying. More often than not, she enjoys both together.
She doesn't have a patience for stupidity. Or joking for that matter. Thera's fairly serious about every aspect of life, she has little time for immaturity. She tends to anger quickly when things don't go the way she planned and can be quite stubborn when she sets her mind on something.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family: Alesia Mettalokis [mother], Khyros Mettalokis [father], Khyros II Mettalokis, Hektor Mettalokis, Andres Mettalokis,
Pets: A greyhound named Aba
Residence: A small town near Athens
History: April thirtieth nineteen ninety eight was an amazing day for the Mettalokis family, they were welcoming their fifth child into their home. A little girl they named Thera Louise. The darling baby was the second girl to the family. Growing up, Thera had a very close family. She always wanted to be with them, mainly she wanted to be around her older sister, Della. Being a year apart, the pair were inseparable. Until their second and third years of school. Behind their house in Greece was a small but deep pond. Della had tripped and hit her head as she fell in. They didn't find her until the next morning. Della's death killed Thera. She withdrew from everyone. Her family, friends, all were pushed away. Thera wanted nothing to do with them.
In her fourth year, Thera found a new love. Quidditch. It took the pain away, at least while she was playing. She put all her attention into practices and games. Now in her seventh year, she's still playing. The girl still has no friends and her family is all but torn apart. She had her goals set out and would do anything to achieve them, including having sex with opposing Quidditch team members. Thera didn't consider herself a whore, she just thought she was resourceful. some of the students thought othersie, but she really doesn't care. Thera only has one person she truly and completely hates: Caius. A Neith that she had absolutely has no time for.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Paige
Age: Twenty
Roleplay Experience: uhhhhhh yearsss
How you heard about us: Peer pressure...from Lindz
Code Phrase: ADDDDDMIIINNNNEED
sample post that was deleted because Paige can't copy and paste without messing up:
Paige walked down the street slowly. She decided to admire the panic and fear her perfect kill had created. Mothers held on tightly to their children as Ministry officials called out the news. It made her smile. She was once again thankful her hood was up, or else she’d be in a shit load of trouble. The witch paused near a store front and waited for the Ministry official to giveaway the suspected killer. This, of course, would give the real panic and disorder in Hogsmead. She pulled Cinny closer to her so he wouldn’t be trampled when the chaos began. As soon as the word, “vampire” escaped from the man’s lips people started running. Screams of terror filled the streets as they pushed and shoved, not unlike the scene at the Leaky Cauldron. People feared vampires and with good reason. If she had any compassion, she might have felt bad. But alas, she merely smirked once more as she walked past the news giver. It was so enjoyable to watch the despair. She briefly wondered about her mental health as she continued down the road towards Three Broomsticks.
The redhead recalled the kill with satisfaction and replayed it in her head as she walked. Being invisible helped her that night. She killed the guards with an instant acting poison located in the vampire fangs she stabbed the backs of their necks with. Poor guys didn’t even get a chance to raise their wands. Moving swiftly through the Minister’s “safe house” she found him sleeping, unaware to any danger that was about to befall him. To be sure that this whole hit was staged properly, she used to vampire fangs, once again they were laced with a fast acting poison. Stabbing them into the side of his neck, she almost smirked when his eyes flew open. “Why?” he had choked out. Her reply was disgustingly delightful, even her tone sounded different. “Because I can.” She had whispered. Enjoyment and gloating leaked through her voice. It was the last thing the Minister heard before the poison overtook him. Without using any magic, she finished framing a vampire by mutilating the body with the fangs. It was a job well done.
Returning to the present, the sadistic redhead found herself in front of Three Broomsticks. Without any further hesitation, she and her pup entered the pub. It was just as chaotic and noisy in here as it was outside. Paige reveled in it. Smiling under her hood, she navigated her way through with Cinny on her heels. When she reached the bar, the barkeep immediately frowned at the red wolf pup. “No dogs allowed.” The comment almost made her laugh. “Good thing he isn’t a dog then,” she replied coolly. The woman behind the counter glared at her hooded face. “Maybe I need to make myself clear then. No animals allowed.” Paige raised an eyebrow before leaning forward and dropping her hood. “Maybe I need to make myself clear then: he stays,” she whispered dangerously. The barkeep’s eyes widened, “Miss Lucas, my apologies.” Paige’s expression changed to sheer boredom. “I have a meeting, same room as always?” The woman nodded, but Paige was already gone. She really couldn’t stand her but whenever Paige needed a meeting room no one would expect, Three Broomsticks was the perfect place.
She didn’t bother knocking as she reached the door. Instead, she opened it unceremoniously and stepped in. Closing it just as quickly, she let Cinny off his leash. “I didn’t expect you to be this early, I figured you would at least bask in the glory of my work a little first.” She spoke casually, as if speaking about a painting or a sculpture. Truthfully, Paige considered assassination as an art. Very few became true artists. Most were too sloppy or over confident, many were both. They generally ended up dead. Taking off her cloak, she hung it on a rack next to the door before plopping into a chair. “So do we have to wait for Titus or can we begin our oral presentations?” A smirk came naturally as she looked up at her friend.
The redhead recalled the kill with satisfaction and replayed it in her head as she walked. Being invisible helped her that night. She killed the guards with an instant acting poison located in the vampire fangs she stabbed the backs of their necks with. Poor guys didn’t even get a chance to raise their wands. Moving swiftly through the Minister’s “safe house” she found him sleeping, unaware to any danger that was about to befall him. To be sure that this whole hit was staged properly, she used to vampire fangs, once again they were laced with a fast acting poison. Stabbing them into the side of his neck, she almost smirked when his eyes flew open. “Why?” he had choked out. Her reply was disgustingly delightful, even her tone sounded different. “Because I can.” She had whispered. Enjoyment and gloating leaked through her voice. It was the last thing the Minister heard before the poison overtook him. Without using any magic, she finished framing a vampire by mutilating the body with the fangs. It was a job well done.
Returning to the present, the sadistic redhead found herself in front of Three Broomsticks. Without any further hesitation, she and her pup entered the pub. It was just as chaotic and noisy in here as it was outside. Paige reveled in it. Smiling under her hood, she navigated her way through with Cinny on her heels. When she reached the bar, the barkeep immediately frowned at the red wolf pup. “No dogs allowed.” The comment almost made her laugh. “Good thing he isn’t a dog then,” she replied coolly. The woman behind the counter glared at her hooded face. “Maybe I need to make myself clear then. No animals allowed.” Paige raised an eyebrow before leaning forward and dropping her hood. “Maybe I need to make myself clear then: he stays,” she whispered dangerously. The barkeep’s eyes widened, “Miss Lucas, my apologies.” Paige’s expression changed to sheer boredom. “I have a meeting, same room as always?” The woman nodded, but Paige was already gone. She really couldn’t stand her but whenever Paige needed a meeting room no one would expect, Three Broomsticks was the perfect place.
She didn’t bother knocking as she reached the door. Instead, she opened it unceremoniously and stepped in. Closing it just as quickly, she let Cinny off his leash. “I didn’t expect you to be this early, I figured you would at least bask in the glory of my work a little first.” She spoke casually, as if speaking about a painting or a sculpture. Truthfully, Paige considered assassination as an art. Very few became true artists. Most were too sloppy or over confident, many were both. They generally ended up dead. Taking off her cloak, she hung it on a rack next to the door before plopping into a chair. “So do we have to wait for Titus or can we begin our oral presentations?” A smirk came naturally as she looked up at her friend.
