Post by adrievanburen on Jul 22, 2008 9:25:14 GMT -5
VAN BUREN, adrie
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`` the MUGGLE.
name/alias:: kori
age:: --
gender:: female
contact info:: PM only, please
years roleplaying:: a good six or seven years, although intermittently
how did you find us?:: some roleplaying directory which i can't remember the name of anymore
other characters:: none
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`` the STUDENT.
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general .
full name:: adrie van buren
nicknames: ads, buren
gender:: female
age:: 16
birth date:: august 18
year:: 6th
wand:: mahogany, 13 inches, chimaera scale
blood status:: pureblood
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appearance .
height/weight:: 5'10", 115 pounds
body type:: ectomorph, slim and linear
hair color:: dark brown
eye color:: brown
overall:: adrie is not "pretty" in the conventional sense. her physical appearance is androgynous -- her nose and jawline are defined and masculine, yet her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes contribute a delicate femininity to her face. her hair, naturally dark brown in color, tends to change as often as her mood. one moment it is a simple, medium-length cut in its natural color; the next, it is a wild, complicated-looking mohawk dyed a dusty blond.
in dress and appearance, adrie often reinforces her androgynous features. skirts, cardigans, cute little necklaces and other such “girly” accessories are out of the question. her lanky, tall frame allows her to play with both masculine and feminine elements of fashion. on a normal day she can be often seen lounging around in a ratty, old wifebeater and her favorite ripped denims; on occasions when she is required to dress up, she'll pull out a tailored blazer and complement it with pressed linen trousers. her robes appear, more often than not, a little on the disheveled side, but that's not to say they are made of cheap material -- rather, that adrie hardly gives a damn to the state of the expensive velvet.
as for make up and other such cosmetics, less is more -- and nothing is even better. the last one to contrive to impress anyone, part of adrie's charm is that she doesn't have to play up any of her features for them to appear striking. simple black eyeliner brings out the shape of her eyes, but she never tries to conceal the bump in her nose or the definition of her jaw.
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personality .
likes::
- music
- some muggle sports, such as basketball
- quidditch
- goofing off with friends
- traveling
- learning
- reading
- sleeping
- coffee
- smoking
dislikes::
- homophobes
- pretentiousness
- snobs
- liars/cheaters
- mornings without coffee
- when she runs out of cigs
- awkward conversations
- judgmental people
- bad music
- close-mindedness
goals::
- see as much of the world as possible
- have a successful career
- quit smoking
fears::
- disappointing her mother
- heartbreak
- being alone
overall:: although she may seem tough and impervious to hurt or heartbreak, beneath the rough-and-tumble exterior that adrie portrays is a surprisingly sensitive, very much vulnerable human being. she is homosexual, and because of her sexuality has often been misjudged by others who are less open-minded and more traditional. to protect herself from the opinions of others, therefore, she has established a barrier between her and other people, especially strangers. her “i-don’t-give-a-beep,” ostentatiously flippant attitude is also a façade, another act to prevent herself from being hurt by the volatile emotions of other people, and also a way to assert a sense of domination and superiority.
when provoked, adrie responds immediately and very often violently. she is quick to anger and her emotions can get the better of her, leading her to become impulsive, careless, and sometimes even dangerous. when she is hurt or betrayed, she will seek revenge as a way to vent her emotions and to deny her vulnerability. she can often be seen engaged in a heated argument – often with males – which, if not prevented early enough, may end in bloodied faces and fresh bruises.
to friends, however, a much softer, gentler side of adrie is revealed through her quirks and habits. she possesses a ratted, worn, and fading old teddy bear – a gift from her grandmother when she was a child. it makes her feel safer, more protected. this bear, affectionately named sofie, accompanies adrie virtually everywhere – to bed, on the train, etc., despite the fact that it's missing one limb, an eye, an ear, and that it is pock-marked with small holes. she also has a soft spot for children, provided they’re not bawling their lungs out. these and other such tidbits of her personality, however, are inclusive only to her most trusted companions and her girlfriend.
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history .
family::
father;; schyler van buren
mother;; alina moore-van buren
siblings;; jansen van buren, age 8
pets;; --
other;;
hometown:: originally, the van burens are from amsterdam, but because of schyler’s profession, the family takes up residence in london, england
financial status:: affluent, as a pureblood family should be
overall:: it was a bit of a whirlwind romance twenty years ago that brought together alina moore, a young, naïve witch from america, and schyler van buren, twelve years her senior and the oldest son of the filthy rich van burens of amsterdam. much to the consternation of both families, the young couple met, fell in love, and tied the knot in just six months – but no major complaints were filed and alina and schyler were still wished the greatest happiness at their lavish wedding ceremony. after all, how could there be any major objections in keeping bloodlines clean?
within a year, adrie was born – a moody, sullen creature who resembled her dark-haired father than her innocent, spirited mother. the family of three settled down and resided in schyler’s native holland for almost half of adrie’s life. they lived a contented life – the sort of existence that opulence affords. luxury clothes, cars, houses made them dull to the simple joys in life and led adrie to soon become bored with money.
when she was eight years old, her brother jansen was born, and alina decided that she wanted to bring her son up in a more cosmopolitan city. her decision coincided with a job posting that placed schyler in london, england, and before jansen’s first birthday the van burens had made the move and settled in their new residence. the year adrie turned thirteen, she began to feel the tinges of adolescence – angsty, inexplicable fits of rage, increased moodiness, a sprout of rebellion. against her parents’ wishes she began to mingle with the less-well-off folk in the outskirts of london city, shunning her parents’ rich friends and their snobby, pretentious sons and daughters. it was a relief for her parents when adrie turned eleven, because she was finally old enough to send off to hogwarts, the most acclaimed wizarding school in all of the united kingdom. they mistakenly thought that once there, adrie would fall into place with the “right society” and the “appropriate group of people.”
however, the next couple of years at hogwarts proved to be an emotionally turbulent time for adrie; she explored her sexual identity, went through even more mood swings, found herself in fist fights with other students (male and female) – and took up smoking to deal with it all. her stealth lands her in trouble far less times than she should have, and for the most part adrie doesn’t regret the decisions she’s taken – except, of course, smoking.
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`` the EXCESS.
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preferred house:: ravenclaw, slytherin
read the rules?:: admin katie accepted
roleplay sample::“’scuse me, coming through.”
why wouldn’t the lady in front of her move? was the old hag deaf? adrie bent over her trolley and raised her voice a couple of notches.
“excuse me!”
the wizened old thing gave a startled gasp of surprise and turned around, milky eyes wide and magnified through her thick, horn-rimmed glasses. she hastily took in the towering, lanky teenager – just look at her hair! – in the dark trenchcoat and ripped jeans and scuttered to the side, puttering indignantly. young lads these days…
adrie rolled her eyes in exasperation and pushed past, almost knocking the old lady’s walking stick out of her wrinkled, trembling hands. train stations were so bloody annoying, but at least she only had to visit it twice a year, once to school and another from it. as she hurried along she could feel eyes looking up at her from all sides. she knew her height made her stand out enough as it was. did she really have to dye her hair ash-blonde and shave half of it off in a crazy mohawk? that was what her mother had asked her after she came back from the barber’s. fact was, adrie had had long brown hair for a while now, and she’d felt like she needed a change before the start of the new year.
in the nick of time, adrie halted her trolley to let a little boy run by in front of her. her heavy trunk shook precariously. she licked her dry lips. what wouldn’t she do for a f*g right now? she could feel the outline of her pack of cigarettes in her jean pocket, but she was so close to the platform. she’d have enough time – she hoped – to take a quick smoke once she got there before pushing in. she knew she was running slightly tighter on time than she liked, but she was this close to losing her last nerve and she needed a cig desperately. resolutely she gathered speed – deaf old ladies and little kids be damned – until she was half-walking, half-jogging, and the brick wall of the platform loomed before her. she was already fumbling in her back pocket when she screeched to an ungraceful stop – this time her trunk slid forwards until half of it was off the trolley. nimbly she extracted a thin cigarette from its slightly crushed packet and a nanosecond later had lit up -- apparently without a lighter or a match -- and was puffing away. she narrowed her eyes against the curling smoke as she exhaled, and a few ins and outs later she could feel the nicotine coursing through her veins and her limbs relaxing, becoming limp again. the next time she inhaled she leaned casually against her trolley, and after applying a little weight pushed through the wall and found herself on platform 9 3/4 quarters. the scarlet hogwarts express stood to the side, churning out mounds of grey smoke. the chatter of muggles became the chatter of wizards – “i hope you’ve remembered to pack all your quills, david!” and leather trunks and hooting owls in cages replaced suitcases and yapping family dogs.
one last puff, then she’d be going. back to school. adrie sighed as she ground her cigarette into the ground and ran a hand through her new mohawk.
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