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bindy.} - August 25, 2007 05:27 PM (GMT)
n o p r o b o a r d s ;; h a r r y p o t t e r o n l y


Your Name: B I N D Y
Your Age: F I F T E E N
Offered Position: A D M I N , G – M O D, M O D
Experience: F O U R Y E A R S
Custom Notes
    - no proboards
    - i can write plots
    - i can write subplots
    - i can make canon lists for any generation
    - post-hp, potter era, marauder era, but S C H O O L O N L Y
    - that *points* means no 20 year old characters out of school
    - it also means N O R I D D L E E R A
    - i’d like an A D V A N C E D writing site; i’m a big girl
    - once again, N O P R O B O A R D S
    - the end

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this is a typical post by me ;;

++ as natasha calliope larue from hello operator ;;

Natasha felt light headed, as if she’d just been injected with an ass load of morphine and had been put on the wheel of a Muggle car, expected to steer on a freeway. Her head was cloudy and her chin was cold, as if she was drooling. She couldn’t remember anything but her name and her best friend, Lysander. Where was she? Natasha’s mind turned to much as her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt her prim mouth fall open. Her head tilted back and her mind once again drifted. Lysander, she thoughts. You bastard. Are you playing glomp and tackle again? It wasn’t funny last summer, it ain’t funny now! Natasha tried as hard as she could to press the words out of her mouth and it felt like she was, but her ears didn’t hear anything. Natasha pulled up all the strength she had and began moving her lips – or trying to. But nothing. Absolutely nothing. She tried once more, but with all the power she could focus on she couldn’t seem to move. It was as if she was in a dark room – a box; she couldn’t do or feel anything ... And then, she could.

“Agh,” Natasha gasped, feeling as though she hadn’t breathed in years, her eyes still closed as her body readjusted to breathing regularly, her chest rising and falling. Wait ... her chest. It was cool ... she could feel cool air. She was naked! Taking another shocked look down at her bare chest she saw that, no, she was not naked, but she was pretty damn close. Her shirt, sensible and white, was neatly folded on her chair, an even more sensible tan bra over it, as if it had been dry cleaned. Natasha’s shorts remained on, but it didn’t stop her from shivering. Bolting upright immediately only to feel a strange tug keeping her rooted in place. Natasha quickly looked down to her wrists only to find what looked like rope. She tugged again, and then again, harder this time. But nothing. And then she knew: they were magically secured. Once when she was twelve her older brother Demetrius had tied her to a tree while he shot flaming arrows at an apple on top of her head. Knowing full well that Natasha would do everything to escape, he’d forced a house elf to perform the spell on her: unbreakable ropes. He had bound her mercilessly to that tree as they bound her to this bed. Wait ... this bed. This bed.

Natasha’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes not wanting to look up and around in room in fear that they would see what she thought she would. But as her brown eyes blinked rapidly, herself focusing desperately to try and remain strong, she saw the green bedspread. Perhaps it’s just a coincidence, she told herself. And then she raised her eyes an inch: a green couch. Another inch: more green and silver decor. No. Oh, no. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t ... Her eyes lifted the last inch necessary and she saw that in fact, he would. He being Scorpius Malfoy, of course. He stood before her fully clothed, smirking the Malfoy smirk, peering down at her as a fifty year old pedophile would to a seven year old girl with a lollipop. It made Natasha want to throw up. “No,” she said finally, her head shaking. Scorpius was crazy – Lysander had told her so. She knew all the stories of him; Lysander had warned her. If she ever saw him coming, he said, run the other way. Run fast.

While keeping her brown eyes locked with his gray ones she subconsciously began pulling harder on the ropes until she was nearly shaking the headboard, trying to loosen them, wanting desperately to believe he had forgotten to charm them, that he hadn’t thought she would be strong enough to undo regular, Muggle knots. But they didn’t move. “No,” Natasha said again, her eyes widening at the dagger he was twirling in his hand, as if it were a careless bauble. It was then that Natasha finally understood, and she felt something slosh into her mouth and she cringed when she realized it was vomit. But as Natasha kicked her bare feet into the plush mattress beneath her, trying in vain to get as far away from Scorpius as she could – even if it was only a few more inches – she couldn’t escape the thoughts that had erupted in her mind. Scorpius was going to rape her. Natasha knew that he and Lysander weren’t friends –they didn’t even speak- but she had never thought Scorpius would take out frustration on her ... then again, Natasha hadn’t even been aware he knew her name. And yet, here she was, nearly naked in front of a sadist holding a knife – possibly the worst combination you could ever find.

“Oh, my God,” Natasha whispered to herself, choking on the tears that she knew would come and stay. She had gone through such a range of emotions in the past five minutes she felt schizophrenic – drowsiness, confusion, fear, confusion, realization, deathly fear, fear, and suicidal thoughts. It was extreme, yes, but Natasha wasn’t an idiot. She went to school with Scorpius, and while she believed everyone should have a fair chance she wasn’t completely oblivious to things that happened. Once, two years ago, a fourth year Gryffindor who was said to have pushed Scorpius’ sister was found dead in a dungeon, where no one could hear his screams. He’d been mutilated: his hands, those that he’d pushed Scorpius’ sister with, were cut off, and he was tied up, much like Natasha was now. So at the moment dying quickly looked a whole lot better than having immense pain, suffering, an emotional and mental collapse, and then death. Only she could see nothing she could do that with.

Natasha’s heart, at this point, was thundering so loud it was shaking her entire body and threatened to explode through her chest – it was so deafening Natasha was sure he could hear it, too. In a trembling, soft, whispery voice, Natasha managed to choke six words out:

“Are you going to kill me?”


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this is a typical application


aceline isobel crabbe.}{
cause baby girl's a queen but the queen is just a pawn
with a bunch of fancy moves and she's made me a fiend
i'm going through withdrawals 'cause i got nothing to
lose oh no, she's at the bottom of that bottle she's only
one more swallow from being, oh, so hollow bravo,
she's at the bottom of that bottle she's only one more
swallow from being, oh, so hollow

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why don’t you tell me my future
why don’t I sell you my soul

Name; bindy, yo
Contact: pm
Role-play experience: four years
Online time?; one hour – six hours per day (depending on school)
How did you find FRI?: hello operator ;;
Other characters: none
Anything else?: mmm, sunchips <3

so shine that light, take my hand
and let’s dance into tomorrow land

Name: [list]The name Aceline Isobel Crabbe is a highly unusual one; it’s not often that you meet anyone named “Aceline”; in fact, Aceline herself has never met anyone with the same name as her. So just what was it that made her parents choose such an interesting name? Honestly, Aceline first thought it was simply stupidity, but later looked it up and learned it to mean “noble at birth”, something Aceline can hardly see. How can anything be noble at birth? However, Aceline knew what her parents were aiming for: a noble name for their obviously quite noble daughter. Isobel, despite having the air of trying to be creative in spelling, doesn’t exactly have a meaning, which Aceline found out. However, if you chance the spelling to the “original” way --Isabelle-- it'll come up as “God is my oath”, something Aceline had to laugh at simply because her parents are completely unreligious. As for Crabbe, her last name, Aceline was always quite embarrassed about it because it gave kids an open way to mock her easily: “Aceline Crabbe the crab!”.
Nickname(s):
    Aceline really doesn’t have many nicknames; she feels no need to have any. When you call someone by a nickname it often takes beauty away from their original name; however, because Aceline truly sees no dramatic beauty in her real name, she finds that nicknames can’t be that much worse. As a kid her mother called her “Linnie”, something that embarrasses her to no end. When she came to Hogwart’s and her brother followed he began calling her that, and it took a few threats and a bloody nose to finally get it through to him that she didn’t want to be called that. So, from then on, people chose to avoid the violent path and simply call her “Aceline” or, for short, “Ace”.

Date of birth:
    January 6, 1960 should be made into a national monument. It’s the birth date of Miss Aceline Isobel Crabbe, an extraordinary (if she says so herself) human being. And jeez, if Aceline was never born, who knows where this world would be? Major shopping stores in Hogsmeade filled to the brim with unsold clothes; make up counters losing business; first and second year Hufflepuff’s going about their day peacefully and uninterrupted by Aceline and her band of followers. Oh, what a dreary world that would be.

House
    As a daughter of two highly sophisticated Pureblood socialites, it seemed only natural that Aceline be in Slytherin. After all, where else could she be put? Hufflepuff? Ha! There are two things you must know about Pureblood families: the first is that the parents are always cruel – always. They’re conniving and vicious enough to mate with one another, keen enough to find out who’s blood will best suit theirs for generations to come, and shrewd enough to know that once they had kids they wouldn’t be able to care for them, so they’d need house elves. Lots of house elves. And this growing up lifestyle: the informal care of beasts you hardly know who are so terrified of you that if you so much as look at them after they’ve done something they’ll pee all over themselves then beat themselves for doing so, and knowing nothing, it’ll hurt you eventually. What does “knowing nothing” mean, exactly? While you’ll be born with a silver spoon in your mouth, that’s about the only thing you’ll have. Your mother will be too busy making martinis in the morning and screwing the wizarding help to remember your birthday and  your father will be too busy fucking around with his many mistresses to even remember your name. When you’re called “kid” for the first eight years of your life, you come to realize that you’re not that important. So eventually, you’re going to grow just as cold and heartless as your parents; sometimes even more so. So how could anyone who’s grown up like that be expected to be jolly and happy, like some do-gooder Hufflepuff? I think not.

Age:
    Sixteen – what a glorious age. While in the Muggle world sixteen is the age for ‘Sweet 16’ parties and the year after the Hispanic ‘Quince’, Wizarding Pureblood families have their own traditions. When a girl turns sixteen her parents begin trying to find her a suitable husband – as in, a betrothal. While most girls (actually, it’s more like some) dislike the pressure of marriage and the pressure of a pre-picked out husband Aceline can’t wait; while she dislikes her own parents she feels that the tradition needs to be passed on, and without it, well, what did the Pureblood families have? Nothing. If they didn’t continue on the betrothal’s people would start marrying –insert gasp here- Muggles. Then the Pure blood status would be ruined, as would countless centuries of careful pre-picked out spouses and –ick- inbreeding. And we wouldn’t want all that to go to waste, would we?

Year:
    It seems the jump from year five to six is a truly glorious one; when girls are in year five they’re still the ‘babies’. They lead the years one through four, of course, but they’re not quite ready yet to be considered a big kid and hang with the big, tough sixth and seventh years. And not only that, but most fifth year girls are still in training bras and haven’t magically enhanced (or de-enhanced, in the case of an unfortunate pair of buck teeth) themselves into ‘swan’ territory, yet. So when sixth year rolls around and girls are piling in and out of the Hogwart’s train, rumors and sparks are flying as to who got a nose job or a boob job. Now that Aceline is in her sixth year, she can finally be part of the gang of older kids. Not that she wasn’t before; since the Gryffindor’s and Hufflepuff’s don’t socialize with the Slytherin’s it leaves only Ravenclaw and Slytherin kids to defend each other. And about two-thirds of Ravenclaw’s don’t want anything to do with Slytherin’s, so for the most part the Slytherin’s learn to bond with their classmates as well as upper and lower-classmen during their first few years at Hogwart’s. And Aceline did especially, because she’s always been more ... advanced than her peers.

Pet
    In her lifetime, Aceline has had only two pets. The first was a cat named Millicent; it was a tabby, a stray, pathetic blob of fat and fur she’d found on the sidewalk outside her house. It was back when Aceline’s mind was fresh and she was as innocent as freshly churned butter on a farm, so she took pity on the cat, alone and helpless, and decided to care for it. She snuck it up to her room and began feeding it, naming her (although it turned out to be a him) after the first few minutes. Aceline planned never to tell her parents or younger brother (heaven forbid he want to take the kitty for himself) and all was working until two days later when Aceline’s mother, Fraudeline, was passing by her daughter’s room and smelled something strange – like a mixture of urine and sour milk. When she entered she nearly had a heard attack; there, on the floor of Aceline’s bedroom, was a cat, sleeping, and next to it was a bowl of old milk Aceline had snuck up to her room and in the corner was a puddle of what could only be assumed to be pee. Cat pee. As a punishment for bringing a stray that could possibly carry disease into the house Aceline was forced to watch as her father killed the cat with a simple spell: Adava Kedavra. It was the first time she’d seen the spell performed, but it wouldn’t be the last time. Since then Aceline has had no pets, and the only time she ever got one again was when she was twelve, when she finally realized she couldn’t keep borrowing other people’s owls to mail letters. Aceline’s mother picked out the ‘finest’ owl; only, in Fraudeline’s world, the finest meant the most beautiful, not the best working. So now Aceline has a gorgeous snowy white owl with startling green eyes that can’t for the life of it remember directions.

Broom
    There are two reasons that Aceline does not have a broom, and you should know them already. First, Pureblood women don’t fly. They ask in their sugary voice for men or beaus to come pick them up in their flying car; God forbid they ruin their hair! It’s always been customary and just a given fact that once out of their first year flying classes the Slytherin girl’s put down their brooms and simply cheer on their brother’s, boy friend’s, and boyfriend’s from the side lines. Second, the Slytherin team doesn’t allow girls, so why on earth would anyone need to worry themselves with holding a broom? There are more important things to have to carry, like a make up bag. And trust us – that weighs a lot more.


all those nights together, are a special memory
and I can’t wait for tomorrow, just as long as you’re dancing next to me

Hair:
    Aceline’s hair is something often complimented, and why not? She has her father’s color and her mother’s texture, and was able to avoid her father’s texture and her mother’s color. Starting off with what she –luckily- avoided: Aceline’s father’s hair is something quite unfortunate; it’s a lovely dusty blonde color that’s tinted with natural brown streaks that could be from either a spell or spending countless hours being athletic and out at sea, sailing one of his many boats. In case you haven’t guessed, it isn’t the latter; Mr. Crabbe is hardly the athletic type – no, he’s more of a ‘sit at home and the office with a bag of whatever junk I can find and go as long as I can without moving my lazy ass’ guy, and he’s got the beer belly to prove it. As for Fraudeline, while the texture of her hair is soft and smooth, thin and shiny, the color is anything but; as a child and a teen her natural hair color was fire engine red – and that’s naturally. She never particularly liked her hair color and couldn’t see how she’d gotten it because both of her parent’s were blonde’s. Often she was teased by her Slytherin peers that she was a ‘blood traitor Weasley’, something she disliked immensely, so by the time she was fourteen she was periodically dying her hair a white peroxide blonde color. Unfortunately, all the dying of colors made her hair turn gray more quickly than the average persons, so now she has a stay-stick hair color spell that prevents gray hairs for months at a time. And while it isn’t gray, it’s a very awkward shade of auburn. So lucky for Aceline, she got neither of these. Instead she was given the dusty color of her father and the shiny, smooth texture of her mother – as I’ve said before. Since she was a young girl she’s had the same cut: long, almost invisible layers an inch below her elbow. That way, Aceline can let it hand straight for everyday wear, curl it for nights out or family gatherings, pull it up if she wants to exercise ... or something, and have nice updo’s for special occasions. Lucky, indeed.

Eyes:
    When asked to describe her eyes, Aceline often laughs before she begins, for people have no idea what they’re getting themselves into by asking that seemingly simple question. While other’s may be content with simply replying a single color, Aceline is not. She feels saying “My eyes are blue” is rather misleading; are they light blue or dark blue? Closer to brown or to green? Do they have flecks of honey, green, or purple? Do they change colors in the light; are they standing out amongst blonde brows or brown? What shape are they? Well, to answer those questions they’re dark, neither, green, no, brown, and almond. However, even that isn’t good enough for Aceline. No, she must start, like everything else, at the beginning. First of all, her eyes are not navy, they aren’t midnight blue, they’re steel blue. Much prettier than the blue of the Ravenclaw banners, and much like the first glimpse of a night sky, as an ex-lover once told her. They don’t have flecks of brown of green, because flecks of brown or green are fake looking, and nothing about Aceline is magically enhanced. Instead, the flecks are rather tints in which if you look next to her pupil you will see many shades of blue combining to form one unity of color – Aceline can’t even proceed to describe them, because there are simply too many. Her rather wide eyes are offset by brown brows, carefully styled and groomed each morning to perfection before she starts her day. The two arches have been carefully waxed and plucked since she was twelve, and Aceline always keeps them in check because without them the whole upper half of your face (eyes included) can be completely thrown off. Aceline’s eyes are shaped like almonds: thin nearest her nose, widening just on the outskirts of her pupil, and then coming to a refined close at the end. You know how, when you stare at yourself for a long amount of time in the mirror, you realize that one eye is bigger than the other? Well try as she might Aceline cannot for the life of her figure out which eye of hers is just slightly by a few millimeter’s off the other; this, quite strangely, makes her proud: she is perfection, all the way down to her eyes.

Skin:
    Most Pureblood women dislike dark or tan skin because it makes them appear peasant-like. Quite honestly, Aceline doesn’t get this little trend. How can, by the shade of your skin tone, you decide how rich a person is? Granted, if they’re completely sunburned or have –gasp- a farmer’s tan, it’s pretty clear that they’re a worker, but Aceline likes her natural deep skin tone. She is by no means ‘brown’ or Middle Eastern looking, but she doesn’t exactly hold all European blood, either. She is what some call a mestizo, of someone who shares European and Mexican blood. Her mother is Swedish, Welsh, Irish, and British (not in all equal rations), and her father is Spanish, Brazilian, and British – but mostly the latter. Either way, while his skin is pretty much ivory, Aceline seems to have the look of someone who has had a light base tan all year round. She quite likes this, except for the fact that in the winter she looks incredibly washed out amongst the pastels of pink and yellow and mint green, and in the summer whenever she wears pink or yellow or orange she looks like a prostitute on cocaine. Aceline would very much prefer fair skin, but there isn’t much she can do, is there?

Height & Build:
    The changes that Aceline has undergone through the time she was twelve could be compared to more than some women go through in their entire life. Thanks to pressures from family and peers, she’s gone thinner. Thanks to remarks of boys and possible husbands, she’s gained weight to appear more curvy. And honestly, none of it has made her intensely satisfied with her body. At the age of twelve she awoke one morning with seemingly magical breasts; they weren’t magical, per say – it was just magical because they seemed to have, overnight, appeared. At first she disliked the two mounds on her chest because at only five feet tall the orange-like shapes seemed to protrude outward for miles – or at least it felt like it. Aceline, while usually liking to be in the spotlight, hated them for a period of time because boys would only talk to her so they could stare down her shirt and girls ignored her for stealing their boyfriends. At the age of fourteen Aceline hit a growth spurt and grew six inches; a year later she would grow another inch and a half to stop growing at what seems to be her final height: five foot seven and a half. After that Aceline’s metabolism seemed to slow down a bit; because she was so use to eating a lot all the time and not having to work out or exercise, when that happened she gained some weight. Aceline didn’t notice at first, until she went home for winter break and saw her mother’s reaction. Fraudeline’s eyes widened and when she hugged her daughter she squeezed her side and remarked in a sickly sweet voice, “Ooh, what happened? Are you pregnant?” And it certainly didn’t help when her father egged her on: “Storing up for winter, bear?”, using the pet name he had for her as a child completely wrong. After that Aceline went on a strict diet of vegetables, no calorie drinks, and baked chicken. Following those lovely, repetitive meals she hopped on a scale and saw she’d lost nearly fifteen pounds – and while she’d reached her goal she didn’t like the way she looked. She was bony, and no longer had the womanly curves she’d always loved. Aceline put on five pounds of lean body weight and has for the most part stuck to a clean diet to stay at her current weight of a hundred and twelve pounds. And if she ever reaches one-fifteen she breaks out a pack of cigarettes and doesn’t eat – the old fashioned way.

Distinguishing Features:
    Aceline really doesn’t have many distinguishing features; for the most part each part of her appearance when looked at separately is rather plain, it’s just that the order in which they are placed together makes her appear so much more unique. For example, the blue eyes she covets wouldn’t be all that unique without the slightly circular face used to frame them. And her nose, a little too long in the center and with a small curvy bump on the ridge would be completely wrong and noticeable (although fixed by her fifteenth birthday) if not for the distraction of her naturally (or ... not) plumped lips.

Play-By inguna butane
    What can you say about a girl who has everything? Well, if the girl you’re talking about is Aceline Crabbe, than you can say, “At least she fixed her appearance.” Which, by looking at it as a complete outsider, is a bit harsh. But honestly, in the Pureblood ways of things there is no such thing as harsh. It’s all just called honesty. And honestly, it’s true. At least she used her money to enhance her appearance. Starting with her hair you can see clearly that she’s rich because of the grooming put into it. Not many people will spend around two hundred dollars for a single haircut and go once a month to get it retouched and reshaped. Then there’s the highlights, which she claims are natural –but really, they’re so not- that are a honey mist color just lightly touching her hair. They only come into light under, well, light, but that’s part of why Aceline likes them so much. A lot of her peers in other houses (Gryffindor, mainly) snicker about her obsession with good looks and grooming and say that she loves her practically invisible highlights because it gives her a chance to flaunt her money and throw it away. But no one – and I mean no one – can deny the natural radiance of Aceline’s hair.

    Next would be her face, which obviously would start with her face shape. Her mother’s was a heart and her father’s was a rather lumpy circle/pumpkin shape so Aceline’s got the fullness of her father’s as well as the wide forehead and slightly pointy chin from her mother. Her brother use to laugh at her and say that she didn’t have to wear a mask for Halloween, she could just paint her face. And while afterward Aceline would sit on him and drive her nails into his arms until he screamed sorry (jeez, what a wussy), it made her self conscious. But unfortunately, there isn’t much you can do about the shape of your face shape. Square at the center of her face is her nose, which until the age of fifteen was slightly too long at the center. But because Aceline prefers her slight magical operations to be nearly invisible and undetectable, she left the bump that was on the bridge of her nose. -- hey! It adds character. Above her nose is, obviously, her eyes. Judging by the large paragraph above devoted just to her eye color and shape, I’m guessing that you’ve got a pretty good grasp on just what Aceline’s two seeing devices look like. But if you don’t, allow me to recap: “Her eyes are two pools of gorgeous blue water, two droplets of black in the center. Almond shape, rather ordinary and handy and sensible, are what frame them.” Okay, so that wasn’t exactly what it was saying, but you get the idea; Aceline’s eyes are a deep blue color (though if you say that to her she’ll be sure to correct you on the correct terminology) that clash marvelously with her slightly browned skin.

    Clothing has always been a rather big part of Aceline’s life, more so than the average person’s. While some would be happy to shop at the local store and buy the ‘usual’ things, I’m sure you’ve realized by now that Aceline is anything but ordinary. She’s always had the best, and that wasn’t about to change just because it was something like clothing. No, clothing was, if possible, more important. Aceline always had the finest things imported or ordered for her, and her usual wardrobe consists of cigarette pants, wide striped shirts, baby doll dresses, flats, and large designer bags. Aceline doesn’t care who says flaunting a double designer brand purse is tacky; it just proves you’re better. And what about the frame on which the clothes hang? Aceline’s body is ever changing, though it’s been at a constant for the past year at slightly toned and pretty much refined. Along her stomach is a layer of fat she just can’t seem to work off, but Aceline’s mother, Fraudeline, convinced her to wait until after she had kids to get it suctioned off; if she didn’t she’d have to have two operations, which meant double the recovery time, which meant people would start whispering. And while you’re expected to always look your best for your neighbors and friends, people talking about you in terms of surgeries was never a good thing. Perhaps you’ve noticed by now that Aceline has a slight obsession with magical enhancements and reductions, and conceivably you’re wondering why. Well, it’s because perfection, even if it’s silicone perfection, just makes her, well, complete.


the road was filled with twists and turns
oh but that’s the road that got us here

Likes:
    • boys, slytherin, school, hogwart’s, blood, pain, anguish, angst, determination, loyalty, bravery, chivalry, weddings, dressy occassions, romance, kissing, making out, hugging, rough sex, shopping, shoes, her parents, her brother, defense against the dark arts (the class), potions, spells, magic, wandless magic, patronus’, feeling powerful, striking fear, exhilaration, high (feeling it), athletics, causing pain, money, wealth, new clothes, making an appearance, making an entrance, being fashionably late, being admired, being the center of attention, beauty, make up, superficiality, narcissism, wrath, lust, pride, being important, feeling smart, feeling beautiful, feeling perfect, doing what she wants, being a rebel, being the good girl, being everything and anything she wants, being unique, being held on a podium, pureblood’s, pureblood son’s, underage wizard’s, screwing someone you don’t know in the back of a limo, wine, vodka, wine coolers, beer, photography, writing, books, poetry, roses, daisy’s, daffodils, cats, owl’s, dancing, singing, screaming, crying, tears, sadistic behavior, whips, chains, flowers, surprises, spur of the moment activities, chocolate, candy, shoplifting, hogsmeade, butterbeer, hog’s head, firewhiskey, french language, french food, traveling, chinese food, ordering in, magic

Dislikes:
    • hot days, sweating, gryffindor’s, hufflepuff’s, quidditch, boring activities, losing, losing things, chicken, meat, cow’s, poop, lavender, lemon, orange, stinky dogs, cold water, nail biter’s, pathetic people, whiner’s, people who cry, mudblood’s, fires, earthquakes, natural disaster’s, famine, feeling sorry for people, feeling ugly, stain’s, dolls, dirt, boring classes, boring people, boring teacher’s, red, yellow, gold, blue, PINK, white, drugs, looking horrible, people who wear about nine inches of make up, beards, mustaches, uni-brow’s, unkempt people, tight bathing suits, fat people who try to be skinny, being mistaken for being dumb, being called a narcissist (though it’s true), incantation’s, inferiority, muggle’s, sticky gloss, smearing make up, mascara tracks, bitchy girls, girls in general, people who are stuck up, people who annoy her (basically everyone), people who change to fit in, backstabbing people, rats, being lied to, gross smells, cooking, too tight clothes, too tight shoes, wet bathing suits, farts, burps, doing either two of the previous in front of boys, in front of girls, blood traitors, people who are sweaty, people who are sweaty and try to hug her, big tests, flunking, annoying laugh’s, getting told ‘no’, people stealing her things, being scolded, being yelled at

Dementor:
    Aceline stirred in her sleep, her hands gripping with sides of her bed sheets as she tossed in the night, the unwanted dream coming back to her. It was a moment, a flashback, a mere remembrance of a moment so long ago. It was a flashback she’d get around once a month, or more often; regardless whenever it happened to her in her dreams Aceline would wake up bathed in a cold sweat and scared – unable to fall asleep after that for fear of having the dream again. Once Aceline had the dream every night for a week, and it was so real that after she woke up every night she wouldn’t go back to sleep and became increasingly more paranoid and gaunt – it was madness. What is this memory, you ask? Well, it can’t really be put into just a few words, so we’ll have to start at the beginning.

    It was a bright day out and as the sun shone down on the Crabbe Abode Aceline felt a strong urge to go outside. Unfortunately, today she was grounded because she’d lit her brother on fire (hey – it was an accident!) so she was forbidden from playing anywhere but in her room. And suddenly when the outside, a place she usually avoided because of the grotesque smell of grass and the possibility of seeing a worm, seemed so much better than her luxurious room, decorated in only the finest toys and designs from France and ornamented with at least a hundred dolls, the companies of which were anything from Barbie to Madame Alexandra to antique dolls passed down for generations that were hand crafted pieces of porcelain painted blue and red with plump lips, rosy cheeks, and glass eyes; these were for looking, only.

    So Aceline did what any girl in her position would do: she snuck out. It was easy – very easy. Any eight year old girl could figure it out, really; just call a house elf and demand him to open the window, for it had been magically locked by Aceline’s parents. After that Aceline had to order him to stop hitting his head against a wall for disobeying Master and Missus Crabbe, and then make him swear never to tell anyone – at least till she got back. Then she’d scale the tree in her prim, prissy pink dress and skip all the way down to the small pond in the back of her house. It was a beautiful little pond, really; clear and blue and around eight feet deep – Aceline often wondered if that was still a pond because it looked more like a pool. The water was fresh and there were no fishes, no algae, no frogs; this furthered her decision that it was a pool. And just as Aceline took off her dress to reveal the sensible and modest black suit within and got ready to jump, someone pushed her in.

    Aceline remembers her body hitting the water and remembers feeling a dramatic change in body temperature. The water was not, as she had expected and hoped, warm; no, it was freezing. Literally, freezing. Aceline had planned to jump in on the deep end then wade to the end of the pond where the bed of daisies were and then play there, for she could not swim yet. A sad feat for an eight year old, but Aceline simply never felt the need to know how, and neither did her parents. But at this moment when she was pushed in Aceline’s mind couldn’t function correctly and all thoughts of floating, of swimming, of anything to help her possible survival were gone. All she knew was that she was going to die. And this wasn’t because she was scared or couldn’t swim; it was because she felt two hands literally keeping her under the water. As Aceline squirmed and kicked and attempted to yell she accidentally breathed in water and felt herself become lifeless and as she drifted into an eternal slumber she knew that death was quickly approaching.

    Until, that is, someone saved her. All of a sudden the arms let go and through the surface of the water she heard a muffled yell and a few punches and then the vibration of footsteps running away. And then, someone lifted her out. But that someone was never found; all her parent’s know was that she was asleep by the pool, drenched with water and rather pale, moaning about how someone was going to kill her. Since that day she’s had nightmares retelling those minutes –those long, seemingly endless minutes- in which death seemed like a good idea and where someone was trying to kill her. Since then her father’s tried finding the person who did it, because Aceline had become increasingly paranoid about it – but he (or she) was never found. And now Aceline avoids all bodies of water, afraid he will come again, even more vengeful now with an unfinished job to do.

Patronus:
    For almost all of the time human’s have been on earth, animals have been used to symbolize a certain meaning. It was only natural, then, that wizards be developed into producing a life-like animal that can act as a protector. A patronus is said to magnify the person’s innermost positive feelings, such as joy, hope, but Aceline has never had this be the case. Her patronus will only come when she feels the desire to survive, to cast pain, to vanquish all in her path; the only time it will ever be released by an emotion of joy is when she feel joy in hurting people. When Aceline utters, “Expecto Patronum” -- translated in Latin to “I await a protector” -- a small elephant appears. While Aceline was at first embarrassed of her rather, well, embarrassing patronus, she’s learned to like it and show it off. The elephant is, after all, a universal symbol of sexuality.

Boggart:
    Aceline, from the time she was a little girl, has thought fear to be insignificant. Why waste your emotions on something as stupid as fear, when you can use it in other, more creative ways. Like, power, or being able to strike fear in others. But she always learned never to fear anything – it was, in her family, a sign of weakness. And honestly it was always quite hard to scare her. The “scary” movies she snuck into her room were lame, and at best got an eye widening before an eye roll, and the often half-effort attempts her brother made to scare her around every turn and cast spells on certain things in the house were never very effective; Aceline would be momentarily surprised –never scared, as she will note- and then will find her way out and a way to get back times ten at her brother. But if she had to pick something to be afraid of, it would be herself, dead. Aceline, while she may act uncaring to the world around her (and actually is) fears that the war that will erupt will cost Aceline her life. As for her family, she really couldn’t care less, but she has plans – she has things she has to do! When she saw a boggart for the first time it changed into herself at that age, gray and lifeless in a coffin – completely and utterly alone.

Mirror of Erised:
    || herself
    || at twenty five
    || with a pureblood husband
    || and two kids
    || a boy
    || and a girl
    || the perfect little family
    || with its perfect little wife
    || at last

Strengths:
    • quick learner, quick witted, sharp tongue, doesn’t care what others thing, leadership, loyal, smart, quick thinker, good actress, manipulative, roping boys, gaining acquaintances, getting people on her side, good at organizing group activities, strong (emotionally), independent, perfectionist, knows what she wants, unique, won’t change herself for others, sticks to her plans, straight forward, honest (no matter how much it may hurt the other person), not at all vulnerable or naïve, idealist, has a way of making things work in her favor, determined

Weaknesses
    • must be the center of attention, narcissistic, hypocritical, rude, emotionally hopeless, empty, vain, cruel, sadistic, procrastinator, stubborn, has an incredible temper, bored easily, rushes things, rushes judgements, speaking in front of crowds, school work, large amounts of reading, quidditch, flying, athletic sports, shoes, shopping, boys, toddler’s (before they get all annoying, after they’re all gross and wrinkly), rather dull, enjoys causing pain, can’t wait to try out her first unforgivable curse, forgetful

Life Goals:
    || first, to graduate hogwart’s
    || and then to marry
    || then to have two children
    || as stated before
    || after that she’d like to take many, many trips
    || to places where she’s never been
    || and experience life
    || the way it’s suppose to be lived
    || aceline supposes she’ll settle down at fifty
    || with her cheating husband and six homes
    || and await death
    || all the while maintaining “MILF” status
    || with magical operations


Personality:
    ac • e • line - is • o • bel – crabbe (pronounced ack-eh-lihn is-O-bell crab) -- a female creature found in london, england known for it’s rather demeaning, cruel tendencies and it’s high sexual appetite. if you happen to encounter one of these kinds of creatures, we recommend for you to run in the other way unless you are a pureblood high-class family member as she is; anything below will be terminated upon sight by her sharp tongue and dismissing behavior.

    Growing up in the shadow of someone is never easy, but being the only daughter in a Pureblood family with a brother your age is impossible. It isn’t necessarily because they love him better, it was more because, well, let’s face it: girls aren’t as important as boys. Like it was in all old English royalty lines: men preferred sons. Sons were strong, they were born rulers, they were able to carry on the family name. And what did you get with a girl? Possibly, if you were rich enough, a suitable husband who would take away part of your land and your name and deflower a child you honestly don’t care about and produce heirs that aren’t under your last name. So for Aceline Isobel Crabbe, life was never a cake walk. Although she was born with a silver spoon, she never had the perks of a regular wizarding family. And even though in the beginning she couldn’t understand why, she learned after a while to just get use to it; because things were never going to change. Even though you would want for your children to have a love filled childhood like the one you never got, the fact of the matter is you were raised like that and chances are so is (was) your future husband or wife. And when the two of you have kids, it’s only inevitable that your children are going to be raised the way you were. It’s just the way things go. Because of this childhood, Aceline has a very ... conceivable personality.

    Upon first meeting her you will be judged immediately, so I’d suggest for you to wear something fancy and expensive, definitely something designer or well known. Nothing knock off or tacky, because she was trained to spy those from ten miles away. Also, if you aren’t Pureblood or if you’re a blood traitor, I’d suggest putting on your meanest face to try and cover up, because Aceline was trained to spot you people, too. Aceline was raised to know almost off the bat if someone is right or wrong to get to know. While Aceline has practically no real best friends she certainly has a lot of family friends and acquaintances, which are really when you think about it just allies, and you have to be able to trust –to a certain degree- those people. If you’re a half blood, Aceline will laugh in your face. If you’re a Muggle born, I’d suggest for you to run. And if you’re a blood traitor, I’d suggest you just Adava Kedavra yourself right now, because if there’s one thing Aceline can’t stand it’s blood traitors. While Aceline is a Slytherin and is by no means a Gryffindor preacher for the ways of loyalty, she makes it known that once you pick a side you must stick with it; you have made an oath to be faithful to a certain kind of people and if you betray them you don’t deserve to live amongst them. This is how she feels about Sirius Black, and she makes it quite, quite known.

    Oh, so you passed the first test and now are on to your second? Good, and bad. Good because now Aceline finds you worthy to be in her presence, but bad because now you must fight to be her friend. Or at least her acquaintance. Aceline likes people mainly based on their family, so don’t be surprised if she’s rather nosy. She’ll probably ask if you’re mother was in Slytherin, or if your father was, what their jobs are, how they live, etc. etc. She’s found over the years that you can tell eons about a person by learning about the people who raised them; for example: her father is fat and dumb and her mother is basically a whore, and when you mix them together what do you get? A self conscious, worried about becoming fat girl who can seem daft at times and has a sexual appetite of a thirteen year old virgin boy nerd. And if, by some strange twist of fate, you pass this test, you’d be moved on to the high scorer round. And here is where you separate the villains from the heroes; and trust me, you want to be in the villains. Aceline can’t stand do-gooders; no one can be perfect all the time and those who pretend to be are worse than those who admit to being evil because they try and trick people and they lie. Aceline has had only a few boyfriends ... no, make that one. One boyfriend her entire life. And why is that? She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t because of dear old mum and dad, because it is; she doesn’t want to wind up in a washed up marriage, so she plans on doing forever what she does now: drink and have plenty of forgettable one night stands. Sound weird? Yeah.

    I’d be lying if I said that Aceline wasn’t strange, because she is. She’s a sadist, for one; she enjoys causing and feeling pain. The latter is something most people find rather crazy, but Aceline doesn’t let that faze her – who cares what they think, right? It isn’t because she gets off on feeling a razor slit the skin on her back, it’s just that when you grow up alone and feel numb all the time, you grow accustomed to a certain way of feeling: pain. And as for Aceline, she has to have it hurt a little for her to know it’s real.


what’s gone is gone, the past is the past
turn the radio up and then hit then gas

Parents: christian and fraudeline crabbe ;; fifty and forty-eight
Siblings: miko crabbe ;; fifteen ;; fifth
Extra Information:
    Christian and Fraudeline Crabbe moved to Barcelona shortly after their honeymoon; they’d fallen in love with the culture and wanted to stay there forever. They didn’t want to stay there to raise a family, though; they wanted to be single forever and live there in a large house and have sex in every room, twenty four hours a day. Unfortunately when Fraudeline learned she was pregnant with twins they planned a move back to London, and while the twins were born in Barcelona and stayed there till the age of four, their real home town would have to be London, where they were raised. As for nationality, Aceline is an interesting mix: Christian is British and German, and part Swedish. Fraudeline is Welsh and Hispanic, as well as British and Dutch, so that makes Aceline and Miko mestizo’s – European and Hispanic.


Personal History:
    Christian Crabbe was always a lump of a boy; someone who followed his peers and leaders around and who was the silent guardian to the golden boy, who was, in this case, Malfoy. Christian never got the girl, the glory, the fame; he got a gorgeous girl who was rather poor and much like a whore but who was dumb enough to love him for his money. This seems to happen a lot, doesn’t it? The guy with the old money in his pocket gets the pretty girl who’ll make him ‘happy’? Yeah. After Christian and Fraudeline were married they bought a large house in Barcelona and put a bed in every room. This must have been quite a house tour; every room white with one white bed in it ... how would you explain that to Fraudeline’s parents? “Er, this is where we had sex last night ... two nights ago ... oh, two hours ago ...”? Either way, the two were happy being married and having incestuous relationships on the side in Barcelona, where they planned to stay until they got old and/or missed London. Unfortunately, one year and twelve days after their marriage that little plan came crashing down.

    Fraudeline was wondering why her period hadn’t come and why she had gain five pounds in a couple weeks (she hadn’t gained weight since she was twelve) and fainted when she realized she was pregnant. Actually, she didn’t realize it, a doctor told her -- Fraudeline never was that bright. After telling her husband at a not so discreet dinner of baby peas, baby carrots, baby potatoes, baby corn, and a huge hunk of steak (for some reason she just couldn’t find a baby steak ...) Christian flipped out. He was scared, obviously, of being a father, and scared of having a child. What if it was a girl? Well, he’d have to go bra shopping with her. What if it was a boy? Well, he’d have to teach him everything he knew. Which honestly wasn’t much, but Christian was scared anyway. He and Fraudeline made plans to return to London, but they were delayed by the early birth of their children – that’s right, children. In the delivery room Fraudeline was screaming and crying as she pushed out a son, and Christian got teary eyed because he had an heir -and on his first try, too!- when Fraudeline contracted again and the doctor announced a baby girl. Yes, their plans were delayed: for four years.

    Aceline and Miko lived the normal life of any spoiled, neglected kids: good ones. They were given everything they could possibly want so that their parents wouldn’t have to look up from their martini parties at nine a.m. and wouldn’t have to remember their name as they (or Christian, anyway) snuck in from a strip club at three in the morning, a red thong hanging out of their pocket. They never got along very well, simply because while Christian and Fraudeline favored their ‘golden son’ and gave their daughter another pony, their personalities never meshed. Miko was ambitious, sneaky, cunning, smart, but not a sadist. He didn’t enjoy inflicting pain, he enjoyed learning ways to take people down and gain power. Miko certainly wasn’t as adventurous in the ... er ... sexual areas as Aceline always was; she doubted he got his first kiss till the age of sixteen. Miko loved books, Aceline loved boys. They hardly ever spoke, and kept it that way until they were both in Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was when aceline was twelve and Miko was eleven. Both of them were, unsurprisingly, sorted into Slytherin and proceeded to ignore each other. And ignore each other. And ignore each other. While Aceline thinks she loves her brother, she hardly thinks they have a substantial relationship of any kind – how could they, they hardly know each other?


let’s look back on the crazy clothes we wore
ain’t it fun to look back, and to see it’s all been done before

Member Title: ][ machine gun eyes
Anything Else:
    gah! some of those sections were shorter than usual, like ‘distinguishing features’ ... oh, and sorry it took me so long to get it up; i wrote everything from scratch in microsoft without looking back at the site, and i realized that the prefect position was filled by andromeda black, so i had to rewrite part of my personality and my history. my fault, though – i should’ve checked. also, i pretty much H A T E my history, but i’m super busy (i have three tests for thursday and friday) so i wanted to get something up before the weekend and ... well ... yeah. xoxo


wheelie - August 25, 2007 06:26 PM (GMT)
Hey, Bindy,

If you're interested, I've been considering turning and old Marauders era board of mine that never really got off the ground into a Post-Deathly Hallows board (meaning their kids are at Hogwarts). If you'd like to run it with me as an admin and help me get it all changed over, that would be amazing. PM me or reply here if you're interested.

-wheelie

bindy.} - August 25, 2007 07:46 PM (GMT)
pmed you. anyone else?

Zythion - August 25, 2007 09:53 PM (GMT)
Wizarding World. =]
I'm looking for a few professors, http://rpg-directory.com/index.php?showtopic=9523 (All are Mods and are considered our staff).
Currently, Wizarding World is without the main plot but that *Should* be underway, Other than that, we're almost ready!
If you're interested, please feel free to pm me.

:)

Jill - August 25, 2007 10:05 PM (GMT)
Hello there. I'm Jill. -shakes hand-
Would you possibly be interested in making a potter-era roleplay during DH, which focuses on the Hogwarts students?
If you do, please, contact me.
MSN&Email: xo_ms.malfoy@hotmail.com
or just PM is fine.

bindy.} - August 25, 2007 10:49 PM (GMT)
zythion -
no thank you, because i don't really want to play a professor.

jill -
i pmed you

{ ANYONE ELSE ?? }

mela - August 29, 2007 07:30 PM (GMT)
Hello Bindy

Hmm, I do hope you're still available... as a co-admin/mod-person/board beautician person of course.

My name is Mela, I'm fiftenn and I've joined a few post DH Harry Potter RP sites, which all died. So I decided to make my own. But it's so lonely, and I'm really stupid with decorating, with colour coding and just general... so I'd really urgently need a board specialist ^^ if you're up for that.

But I'd be just as happy to have you as a co-admin or a moderator. Someone who will help me make all the forums and arrange things nice and proper, and look over applications. Whatever your heart desires.

The board is already up, and so far I've managed to screw together a plot (which is, in a minute, that everything is nice and rosy after the war and the way muggleborns used to be hated, now it's the pureblood death eaters etc.), type up a canon list and two sub-plots (I'd really love you to help me with them, because I think subplots are what bring a nice spark of fire into roleplays), plus some extra information tidbits here and there.

I do hope you are interested. If you want to take a look at the board, it's:

z3.invisionfree.com/theTablesAreTurned
click?

The skin I took from some site, but I don't mind if you'd want it changed.

So, if you are interested, you can contact me over:

e-mail: melanie_lyn91@yahoo.com
msn: rumpleteazer91@hotmail.com
or just plain simple pm.

I can send you my notes then (canon list and other things I got together on word), or at least the plot, because the way I described it, it sounds a litte flat.

bindy.} - August 30, 2007 12:48 AM (GMT)
pmed you

anyone else?

leanimarie210 - August 30, 2007 01:32 AM (GMT)
Hello bindy!

I have a Harry Potter RPG forum that's relatively new and I'm looking for people who are interested in making it more active.

Take a look if you would like:

http://z6.invisionfree.com/HogwartsSchoolOnline

bindy.} - August 30, 2007 01:51 AM (GMT)
leanimarie210
thank you for your suggestion -
however, on a board i'd like to
admin/mod/anything on, i'd really
prefer it be a canon board.

anyone else?

Lady Notorious - August 30, 2007 02:04 AM (GMT)
I'm looking for some subplot writers, coding, graphic, and advertising mods/admins depending on what they're going to do on A Dark Congregation.

It's post Deathly Hallows, eighteen years after the war and a year before the prologue.

If you're interested, look here: http://z11.invisionfree.com/A_Dark_Congregation/

It's not extremly active because it's a slow time of the year and so picking last week to open it probably wasn't the best idea, but I'm hoping more people can help me make it active.

bindy.} - August 30, 2007 02:43 AM (GMT)
no, thank you.

anyone else?

Sicaluff - September 18, 2007 11:55 PM (GMT)
Hello bindy .}

Are you still looking? I'm looking for a plot and sub-plot writer for Divine Glass, a site that takes place directly after Deathly Hallows ends. It's brand new and I haven't started advertising yet because of lack of muse for the plot D:

We will also need an advertising admin when we open. Would you be interested in any of these positions?
Here is the thread for more information. Someone else said they would, but I haven't heard from them since and have PM'd them.

EDIT: We now have a plot, but sub-plots, admin, and advertising admin would be nice if you're interested :]

srsly_sirius - September 20, 2007 03:44 AM (GMT)
Hey, I'm in the middle of creating a Harry Potter board, based on the trio's 6th year.
If you want to know anymore about the plot, please PM me!

bindy.} - October 13, 2007 06:33 PM (GMT)
Sicaluff
    no, thanks.
srsly_sirius
    no, thanks.




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