Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 16:55:50 GMT -5
i know i took the path
demitria kristoff kerensky
you and I, we were born to die.
you and I, we were born to die.
you'd never what for me
Full Name: Demitria Kristoff Kerensky
Nicknames: Demi, squeeks
Age: 17
Year: 6th
House/Former House/Future House: Hufflepuff
Occupation:--
Birthday: January 31
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pure
Wand:Spruce, Thestral Hair, 7 ¼ inches
Affliction: Neutral with DE tendencies.
Remember when i broke you down to tears
xx
Play By: Lana Del Rey
Play By: Lana Del Rey
i gave you hell through all the years
- Control
- Getting her way
- Manipulation
- Dark Arts
- Power
Dislikes:
- Muggles
- Charms
- DADA
- The Order
- COMC
Boggart: Voldemort
Patronus: Calico Kitten, until she looses it.
Veritaserum: Terrified of letting everyone down
Erised: Being in power.
Amortentia: Leather, mint, and wet dog.
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never in my wildest dreams
Father: Victor Kerensky
Mother:Emilia (Romanav) Kerensky
Siblings: N/A
Significant other: N/A
Other Family:Mother Side Great Grandparents: Nicholi and Alexi Romanav Grandparents: Kristoff and Maria Romanav
Fathers Side: Great Grandparents: Martin and Demitria Kerensky Grandparents: Vladimir and Olga Kerensky
Pets: None currently
Wealth Status: Very
History:
Demitria grew up in Russia. St. Petersburg to be specific. Her family raised to be what most would say dark or evil. Her family has a very long line for purebloods and death eaters and the few that strayed away from the blood lines were never seen again. Growing up she was educated in the Dark Arts at a young age almost from birth she knew what he family expected from her and she obliged.
At age eleven she was sorted in Hufflepuff at a complete disappointment to her parents, receiving a howler the next day embarrassing her in front of everyone but of course she didn’t let it show for that was a way of showing weakness. Through the first year she spent trying to prove to her parents that she wasn’t a complete disappointment to everyone in her family. She made more enemies than friends that year which was really her goal.
Second year was a little better. Her parents slowly realized that she was actually still in touch with the dark roots of her family. Demitria started to gain more Slytherin friends although she was hufflepuff they seemed to understand that the sorting hat had simply made a mistake which was her story. That year her grades were steady all except Charms were she exceedingly failed at over and over again.
Third and fourth years seemed to just be repeats of each other. Finally able to gain the trust of her parents back she excelled in DADA although she really didn’t need to defend herself from them when she was the one casting the wicked spells. Enemies seemed to play a very important role in her life that year, the friends she had in her own house where none. Zero. Demitria fully intended on keeping it that way too. Now that she was reaching fifteen years old she wanted to start taking control over people and become the one bad witch at the school which was what her plans were during ther fifth year.
now remember when i told you thats the last
OOC Name: Kayla
Age:22
RP Experience:8+
How You Found Us: AD
Other Characters: Charlotte
Rules read?/Password here::nevertickleasleepingdragon
so i bet my life on you
RP Sample:
Sunday afternoons were always more crowded in the Common Room than Demitria would have liked but there was really nothing she could do about it that wouldn’t get her a months worth of detention. By this time every week she had her homework done at least the important parts of it, extra credit was not her thing, she wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw so why do more work than needed. Her auburn hair was in a messy bun on her head and stands of hair began to fall out from the tie holding them up with each turn of the page in her potions book. She didn't have any potions homework but was intrigued by the art of potions like anyone should be.
Halfway through the book that had way too many folded corners than any book should Demi gently shut it and tossed it on to the coffee table in front of her. Hearing a soft thud that didn’t sound like the book hitting the hardwood of the table she looked up to see that her potions book had landed on top of another book that was not there when she had sat down. Cautiously she reached her manicured hand out to pick it up, it was falling apart at the spine, pages were torn and the leather that had bound it together was faded by the weather. The Huffepuff knew that Hogwarts had many books that were well over hundreds of years old but this was one she had yet to discover.
Gently she placed the book on her lap and flipped to the first page. The Battle. was the only thing written on that page. She had a knowledge of many battle taken place throughout the wizarding world but the most recent one had taken place only a few short years after her parents were born. Her grandparents had fought in the battle and made it out alive but a few limbs were missing.
Curious as to what was hidden in the pages of this book she quickly skimmed over the first few pages, reading about Hogwarts being taken over, parts of the castle falling down due to poorly aimed hexes, and curses being thrown out. Demi was well into the book when she felt like someone was tugging her forward, like someone had a grip on her shirt and was yanking her down. The lights around her began to fade into black and the room began to spin. Had the book been poisoned and placed here just for Demi to mess with? Before Demitria could comprehend what was happening she had hit stone floor with a soft thud.
Opening her eyes slowly Demi looked around at her surroundings, she was still at Hogwarts but things were different. Spells were shooting around her and people were screaming, students were screaming. Taking cover behind a near by column, that she knew was near the Great Hall she took another quick look at her surroundings until her eyes had caught the attention of a Death Eater she knew all too well. “Grandpa?” Demi said under her breathe, then it hit her, she knew where she was. The book had taken her back to the battle that was written in the pages. “I did not sign up for this.” She muttered taking out her wand gripping it tightly.
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