Post by Lillian Malvado , on Oct 8, 2007 15:49:44 GMT -5
You! Member Information[/color]
Your Name:
{ alaa
Your Age:
just turned fourteen
How Do We Contact You?:
Black.Rose.of.Winter@hotmail.com or PM.
Basic Information;;
Full Name:
Lillian Grace Malvado
Heritage:
Scottish, Half-Irish ;; Muggle-Born
Nationality:
Scottish
Spoken Languages:
French, English && Spanish
Place of Birth:
Scotland
Age/Date of Birth:
Seventeen but a Sixth Year/December Twenty-Fourth
Further Information;;[/color]
Appearance
Eye Color;;
emerald green
Hair Color;;
white blonde
Height;;
5' 7"
Weight;;
127 lbs
General Appearance;;
Lillian Malvado's last name contradicts her appearance fully, for it's meaning is: evil. Lillian could clearly be named an Angel, not because she is pretty, but because of how glowing she appears to be. In fact, Lillian thinks of herself as an extremely ugly girl. Maybe that isn't true, but her thoughts are always standing like that and always will be. Lillian's supposedly glow is coming because of her pale skin, well partially because of that, as her skin stands proudly in a healthy yet pale color, more of extreme glow. All this is coming naturally, as Lillian hates make-up and will never allow herself to go near such things. Lillian takes it when someone calls her an angel as an offence, and no one understands why, seeing as that is more of a compliment. Being called an angel is an offense to her only because she wants to be normal, like everyone else is. This paleness is perhaps because of her disease, but it is already known that since birth, Lillian had contained it in her complexion.
Lillian forgot all about how her parents looked like, and she hated herself for that, but what she knows is that only she and her brother contained those eyes of which no one else in their family had. It was what she only remembered her mother stating. Lillian loved her eyes, for they were the only thing in her that was stating genuine thoughts. With a mesmerizing color of emerald green, Lillian's green iris is surrounded with a coat of black that circles the green, allowing the color within to pop out even more. An almond shape is known to be the shape of Lillian's eyes, as they lie under gracefully winged and thick black eye lashes. Her eyebrows are arched in an almost perfect way with the color of dark brown hold within them. Her eyes are the most thing that appears in her whole apearance, especially with what Lillian wears.
Her body isn't one perfect body, but because she hates sweets, and due to her disease, she had gone rather slim in an almost unhealthy way, but Lillian is trying her best to maintain a perfect shape that was once lost. Her hair are locks of gold and pale blonde shining in a wavy form that allows it to look like rays of sun shining through her pale face. Her hair starts with straightness, then ends in rather graceful waves, bringing her face to a somewhat oval one. Lips appear out because of the rosy-red complexion that they have in a shape that very much is close to looking like a heart. Lillian doesn't give lots of care to her nails, and so, they grow rather short but an acceptable height as well. As stated before, she is pretty much an angel-human.
Clothing Style;;
Now, talking about what she wears, Lillian usually goes for dresses and skirts, casual ones. Formality was one thing she never knew, but with what she wears she really doesn't need that. Her dresses are usually with the color of emerald green or light grey, but she does wear other colors. With the height that Lillian stands in, she probably needs some high heels. She appears to be somewhat short at 4, 9", at least shorter than the rest of her classmates. it's not like she is a dwarf or anything, but she only hates being short, a shortness that forces her to wear high heels with their length measured in inches. She didn't feel weird wearing them, though, for it seemed that they were more comfortable to her than normal shoes or sneakers.
Personality
Likes;;
+ Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean
+ books
+ friends
+ helping people
+ studying
+ family
+ soda drinks
+ lemon
+ designing anything
+ elder men
+ music
Dislikes;;
+ attention
+ flirting {because she sucks in it
+ fights
+ being ridiculed
+ failing
+ humiliating herself
+ not able to help someone
+ not able to help herself
+ coc.kroach clusters
+ chocolate
+ bananas
General Personality;;
Hobbies:
Lillian barely ever does any sports, because her body type stops her from doing that, seeing as her fatigue level is extremely high. She's almost always tired, but that didn't stop her from playing Quidditch, her favorite sport. Soccer was also a favorite sport of this young girl, and she had always been good in jump rope. Lillian is much of an expertise in dancing and singing... her most and utter passion. She would die to sing or dance, and she will never give them up. Also, she does write poems from time to time, including some stories. Her stories are always "What if" stories. What if her parents had lived and didn't die? What if she didn't have her disease? What if she was more loved than teased and hated? Such stories sadden her, but she continued doing such things.
Overall:
Have you ever met a person with the most sickishly niceness that makes you want to show your power to the weak one? Well, Lillian Malvado is one of those people. Ever since birth, and Lillian had been more of a weak person. Too weak to stand up for herself. Too weak to speak outloud; and too weak to state the truth. This girl can easily befriend anyone she wants and whenever but the same goes for enemies. Enemies usually hate her for her nice, shy attitude. Lillian doesn't intend on going into fights a lot, but unfortunately, people tend to pick on her seeing as she is quite clumsy and extremely shy. Bad flaws tug on her personality quite a lot, and even if she considers or attempts to change them, she always is unsuccessful. For one, Lillian is the shiest person anyone could ever meet, seeing as she blushes instantly when anyone talks to her, and when they do, she is quite clumsy them. If anyone flirts, or even attempts to open a small, friendly coversation with her, things will break and shatter due to the klutz she will be. She trips quite a lot, too, and people tend to laugh at her all the time.
She is mocked at school all the time. Insults shooting here and there. She pretends that she doesn't care, but the truth is that she cares more than anyone thinks she does. She'd start crying right there if she is hurt, seeing as how sensitive she is, but she never, ever sheds a tear on silly things. No one stated that Lillian isn't liked by many as well, for that isn't true. Lillian's personality is also too fun, and she utters silly and funny jokes all the time. Pranks is something she does quite often, but Lillian is somewhat scared of getting caught. You see, Lillian wants to maintain on a good page in the Professor's good books. She is one to be a clever person, and extremely smart, but not enough to enter Ravenclaw, and everyone knows that, but she just hates when she does something embarrassing to let her lose that position.
Lillian didn't hate attention, but she liked it only when it didn't invlove her embarrassment, and that is extremely rare. Having being insulted and despised so many times, she had grown up to be a person who would take it. She hates it, but she would never complain, seeing as complaining isn't really the best of options here. Even if she loves to make her friends smile or anything along those lines, she just hates doing as so in a result of her embarrassment. Lillian always loved a hassle, but if it involved someone getting hurt, she just couldn't watch. She never was brave enough to break it up, so she just stood there, seeing the person getting hurt. She would attempt to convince herself by saying that this happened to her a million times and no one helped her, but she still felt deeply guilty for doing as so, for being the coward she is.
After hearing the news of her disease, Lillian was surprisingly brave, and only did one thing: Enjoying life to its full extent. She decided to live every moment and make it through, happily. But that never had became truth for Lillian, seeing as the mockings and insults only increased. She hated that, but only attempted to "move on." One thing Lillian is sure of, is that she is one to be loyal to her friend or anyone close to her for that matter. If there's a friend of Lillian, she would do anything for them, and she will do it completely. That is why she was being used all the time due to her bad fortune. Lillian was one to work hard on everything, and that is probably another reason Hufflepuff was her house. She was a hard-worker, and would want everything complete and in a good quaity, whether it was homework or anything else.
Lillian has a somewhat high temper that she attempts to control all the time, but fails miserably. One insult and she might break, into tears or shouts, it all is the same: she needs to control her temper. Also, Lillian has one thing that she could never get rid of for the rest of her life: Getting lost. In a park. In a plane. In schools. Or even in a shop. Lillian always gets lost all the time. She hates that fact about herself, especially that she might be a huge coward that is afraid of her own shadow.
Personal History[/color]
Parents;;
father: billius malvado ;; deceased
mother: jasmine [lorett] malvado ;; desceased
Relationship With Parents;;
unknown, both are deceased
Siblings;;
brother: leonardo malvado ;; twin
Relationship With Siblings;;
Both are closer than probably any other sibling in this world, and even though their personalities contradict each other, they've got the best sibling relationship anyone could ask for. Understanding each other without words is part of their relationship as well.
Background History[/color][/size]
It's a story of a girl whom had lived as normally as anyone would think, until one fateful day, and then another followed, and another and another. It seemed that all events, all bad events invaded this girl's life, making it worse than it already was, and on top of that, she had no one, no one at all but her twin brother, of whom stuck with her throughout her life. Her parents had been Muggles, making Lillian and Leo Muggle-Borns, and on one fateful night, it was raining hard.
Bill and Jasmine had been driving down the street, and the rain struck the top of their car strongly. The twin had been at home with their baby sitter, when suddenly, the telephone rang loudly through the cold, empty house. Lillian and Leo cried hard, as if they were expecting something, even though the two were only two years old. The baby sitter dropped the phone as she heard the news the police had given her in the phone, and she glanced at the two babies in sympathy. Lillian could never forget that look, or that night, even though she forgot her parents' appearance.
The twin was driven to the Muggle Orphanage the next day, and they remained there for nine years now. Leo was always the brave one, and he stood up for hismelf, but Lillian was another story. Lillian was being picked on every single day, and the Muggle Orphanage owner hit her quite a lot, leaving her to bleed every night. Leo never knew about this, and she never told him. Whenever he'd ask her about the bruises and the cuts, she'd just shrug and say she'd bumped into a wall or a door or fell off the stairs. Of course, she had bumped into a wall, a wall that was very huge and square-jawed that goes with the name Ms. Watherbone. Lillian never attempted to defend herself, because she knew she couldn't, and she would suck the pain inside. Even though, Lillian had grown into a very nice, fun person, and even if she hadn't made some friends in the orphanage, she still had her bubbly self.
Lillian knew that she was a witch. How could she not know when her parents had known ever since they were born, and they wrote a letter, hiding it in the pendant that Lillian inherited. When Lillian finally opened the pendant, she found the letter, and was utterly shocked, telling her brother the news. It was written that they would attend Beauxbatons Academy of Magic when the eleventh year arrives. And so that day came, and they were greeted by a person from that Academy visiting them, and taking them away to France. From Scotland to France they went, and they bought everything they needed from a dark, almost invisible alley: wands, books, everything. Lillian was very thrilled about that idea, and the fact that she would meet new people.
That day came, but it wasn't as nice as she thought it would be. September eleventh came and passed by, bringing Lillian more unhappy than she already is. Having a nice attitude wasn't what Beauxbatons needed from her, and so it seemed. Everyone in Beauxbatons was bad, and didn't like Lillian, and though her brother knew of some incidents in which she would get beaten up physically, or even cursed with a spell, she told him not to interfere at all, and he loved her, and so did as she told him to. That's how Lillian lived. Everyday she would be attentive in order if someone will curse her from behind or she would find a fist flying towards her way. Why was it Lillian? Did people envy her, or was it just the fact that Lillian was different?
Both were sensible answers. Then, one day, Lillian felt very sick for she had been beaten up pretty badly. She was sent to a Muggle Hospital because it had happened in a Muggle Alley during her fifth year vacation. She had a few broken bones, but that would've easily been mend by witchcraft, but one thing that they couldn't mend was what she had inside of her: Leukemia. She had discovered that she had that disease, and refused taking kemo therapy because she knew it wouldn't help, for she had had that disease for quite a while now. Lillian didn't cry, surprisingly enough, but told her brother that she wanted to live life to its full extent. She could remember that day like it was yesterday:
"W-What?" her voice uttered softly, as she glanced at the doctor. He sighed sadly and repeated "You have Leukemia Lilly." as he told her that, her hopes were crushed and her heart as well, all into twos. She looked down, and could hear the doctor exiting. Her brother jogged inside, happy that Lillian was getting better and that she had awoken. "What is it Lil'?" he asked her, stopping abruptly as he saw her expression. She shook her head once, but then Leo approached and sat down on her bed, well the hospital's bed, and placed his hand above hers, looking in her direction but Lillian refused to give him any eye contact. She allowed a sigh to exit her lips, as she stated "Leo... I have Leukemia."
Leo took the news pretty badly, but he, too, didn't cry, attempting his best to be strong for his sister. But he couldn't keep it inside. His best friend, his only sister, and the only person he had loved was dying right beneath his eyes. They had changed school after the Headmistress of Beauxbatons discovered what had been going on, and she knew that she could never stop such a thing, not without evidence, and since everyone was treating her like that, she couldn't possibly expel all the students. That's how Hogwarts came to thought. Hogwarts didn't treat them much better, but sure enough, Lillian wasn't getting beaten up every night, and some people were actually nice.
Magic && School
Strong Area of Magic;;
Potions
Weak Area of Magic;;
Spells
Preferred House Choice;;
Hufflepuff
Responsibility or Guidance?;;
Guidance
Forgiveness or Justice?;;
Forgiveness
Adventure or Security?;;
Security
What does "Never tickle a sleeping dragon" mean to your character?;;
It means that never risk anything knowing that your life, or friendship, or anything along those lines, might end as quickly as you risk that chance.
Minor Details:[/color]
Pets;;
Chatsy, quarter kneazel: white with huge, emerald green eyes
Wand;;
9 && 1/2 inches, rosewood tree, chimaera scale
Quidditch position;;
Seeker
RP Sample;; [/color][/size]
[white]you left me with goodbye and open arms
a cut so deep i don't deserve[/white]
The usual sensations of nervousness filled the young Hufflepuff as she glanced around. Once again, she tripped and fell. Too classy, eh? But the keyword is again, so it will be very typical of Lillian Malvado to do such a thing, but then, the laughter hadn't died at all as she picked up her stuff. A small, nervous and crooked smile flew across her lips, obviously fake, as she brushed her clothes. All she wanted to do now was to lock herself in the bathroom and never appear until the years had passed. But then, she will be dead, for as far as she knows, she has less than a year to live. A sigh escaped her lips at that thought, but she dared show nothing on her face as she was surrounded by laughing and mocking faces of the students of Hogwarts. A Professor even appeared in the crowd and laughed. Haven't they ever seen someone trip? Well, maybe they have, but not someone who trips over the huge suit of armor and bringing it down with her, causing the portrait above it to fall above her head and her wand flying away from her hand only to land on the floor, facing her and uttering red sparks that caused her to shriek and the lamp above her fell next to her, making her shriek yet again, which caused all of them to gather, laugh and point. Great. Her first year in Hogwarts and she makes herself the laughing stock of the school by one unsmooth move. Just what she needed to enlighten her year; note the sarcasm. What she wanted to do tonight was head towards the Library and borrow a book or two to read in order to help her in sleeping, but after tonight, it was sure that Lillian will have loads of nightmares. She had tripped before, but this time it wasn't only tripping, it was causing a calamity. How would such a night turn out to be different? How could such a night in which Lillian wanted quietness be turned into nuisance? It wasn’t even past curfew yet, but people roamed the hallways proudly, as if knowing that Lillian will cause another disaster.
Lillian could feel her cheeks burn badly, a tomato forming instead of her usual paleness. Finally, she stood up, only for the books she had in her hand falling to the ground once again, and no one offered helping her, but instead, they kept on laughing and calling her bad names. Insults was something Lillian wasn't really the best in handling, but she attempted her best in ignoring them, brushing her clothes. Her cheeks never stopped burning, as she bent down on her knees, picking her studying books slowly and carefully. No, no one placed a curse upon her to become a klutz, she naturally is a clumsy person. Apparently, no one had taken a liking towards her in Hogwarts, being a different person. So what if she attended Beauxbatons before? Why would that be a problem, or is it because the way she looked? Or maybe her clumsy personality, but any way, no one had liked her at all. But why are people in Hogwarts that mean? Lillian did them no wrong, but yet, they stand there, laughing and pointing. Gryffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and even Hufflepuffs. Another sigh escaped her lips, as she finally picked up her last book, which was Potions, and stood up, her eyes not daring to meet any of the crowd around her. She ran. Lillian simple ran. She could no longer bear the laughing, and she broke into a run, disappearing from the midst of laughter, but it haunted her, being able to hear it behind her. She had no idea where her feet where taking her, but she knew that she didn't want to remain behind. Professors will probably give her detentions for that, forcing her to clean the disaster she performed, but not now. Now, she needed a secluded place. A place in which she will not meet a soul. Sure, it was almost past curfew, but people didn't obey the rules much here. Lillian did obey them, naturally, but obviously she wouldn't do as such now. Lillian didn't want to meet anyone's eyes for the rest of her years in Hogwarts, but she still had tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after, etc... Why did they ever make up that song: Tomorrow, tomorrow ; when it isn't even true at all, not in Lillian's cases. Tomorrow for her seemed like a day worse than the day before, but she didn't dare complain, for who knows what might happen if she ever does complain about something. Lillian attempts to live life to its full extent, having fun every single day, but that was not the case here in Hogwarts.
And some people called Hogwarts their home. Psh. As she ran, she could see the scenes changing, but she could care less if she got lost, for for the first time in her life in Hogwarts, she wanted to get lost, disappear from the many human figures around her. Even Ghosts seemed to laugh at her as she passed them. Lillian hated Hogwarts, and more than that, she hated herself. Her clumsy, klutzy self. No, she wasn't suicidal or anything along those lines [because she will die anyways as a result of her disease] but she merely hated herself and wanted to change. Running was a thing Lillian did all the time, but she really could care less. She hadn't met anyone in Hogwarts that is her friend, or anyone in Hogwarts that was not her enemy or someone that would tease her, and most of all, she was pretty sure everyone didn't know her as Lillian Malvado, the fun-to-be-around-with girl, but with the Master of Disaster, well, Mistress in that case. Finally, her feet stopped, only to lift her gaze and meet the famous Grand Staircase of Hogwarts. Usually, no one would appear near here, because it was mainly deserted at night. Who would even think of coming here when they had better plans? And that is why Lillian had seated herself here. Her pale figure seated itself on the first staircase, as her eyes skimmed the place. Lillian could've sworn that she still could feel her face burning with redness, and her attempt in covering it was burying her face in her hands, not crying, but merely groaning out loud. Cursing herself that is. She stopped, but her face was buried in her hands, and she didn't dare move, afraid to meet any person's eyes, especially another one who will laugh at her.
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well you were always invincible in my eyes
and the only thing against us now is time[/white]
and the only thing against us now is time[/white]
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