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Post by Diomedea Rosier on Oct 17, 2008 6:23:58 GMT -5
{ About The MEMBER }
NAME: Maria
AGE: 18
TIME ZONE: GMT +2
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: Depends.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: Through Affiliates.
WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: PM.
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Sebastian Duvalle
{ About The CHARACTER }
 x  Diomedea Rosier"Dio"
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: 7th
AGE: 17
DOB: October, 27
RACE: Human
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: 13 inches, core of a heartstring filled with venom from a snake in a Gorgon's hair, olive tree.
BROOM: Nimbus 1001
PET: She has an eagle owl at Hogwarts. Back at home she also has a serpent, Medusa, and a leopard, Marmara. Suffice it to say, they don't live in an apartment. Instead, they live on an old house, very well kept, in the countryside.
APPEARANCE:
Diomedea has long blonde silky hair and her big faded-blue eyes glow with cruelty most of the time. She walks with a sense of arrogance and she is arrogant herself. She has a high opinion of herself, exactly because she knows and believes she is best compared to everyone else. She has a straight nose and finely-carved cheekbones. To be precice, her appearance is breath-taking (however, she is no Veela), but evil hides behind this rare beauty. She likes to snort and a characteristic of her face is her haughty grimace which usually plays round her lips. She dresses in the most fine wizarding clothing from the best brands and never is untidy or scruffy. Her family is prosperous after all, which gives her the opportunity to dress elegantly.
Her murderous eyes seem as though they can intrude upon others' thoughts and mind, and they can glow with rage, fury, betrayal, mischief, danger and the like. She has white, soft and alabaster skin. She is around 1,80 metres, and especially, she has long and slim legs; they leave the boys in awe and some girls in jealousy, though of course they don't admit it, but Diomedea knows it already, she can see it right through their eyes. A sneer can also grace her full lips, and she never smiles wholly or laughs friendly. Almost always her laugh is cold, cruel and mirthless. From her walk people understand she oozes confidence.
FACE CLAIM: Julia Alexandratou
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Diomedea is more substance than air. She is ruthless. Her fierce, power and determination are characteristic to her personality, but heartlessness is more. She will go to any means to achieve her ends (which makes her a true Slytherin after all) and has no problem to sacrifice a number of things other people would not dare even think of when it comes to ambition and target. She has learned advanced magic and uses it when she feels it necessary; however, she is no show-off (she considers show-offs as losers and believes that if you need to show off something, it means you don't have it anyway and you are trying to lure the other person into believing you actually have it). She also hates backstabbing. She is sly but she would never backstab. She has no problem to tell people that she hates them, dislikes them or feels nothing toward them and if she had to fight them, she would do so in front of them and not behind their backs, because she believes that people who fight behind others’ backs are cowards and, more importantly, are too weak and don't know magic which would suffice for a duel. She immediately dismisses them as non-entities who are not worth even a single glance from her and which should be condemned for their insufferable conceit that does not consummate their level of ability.
She oozes confidence, and that comes off also from the way she walks. She has confidence in the magic she knows. On another note, she is an open-minded person. She dislikes Muggles, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs (she thinks that, at least, Ravenclaws are supposed to be smart), but if there was a very good student from these Houses, smart and extremely good with magic, she would acknowledge it. Of course, that doesn't mean she would feel them to match her, but she would at least not say they were 'a waste of space and time', as she likes to express many times, a characteristic phrase she likes to make use of. She likes fellow Slytherins and is furious when they do not reach up to the general expectations and when they don't have the so-called 'Slytherin Pride'. She absolutely upholds the family's honour and its tradition. She is not sadictic generally, but when it comes to people that have hurt family members or herself in the past (for example, the Aurors who killed her mother), she is sadistic and wants to see them writhe and squirm in pain.
Failure is not her option. She always has to win, and this is what she always has as her priority. Whether in classes, research, duelling, or anything else that might come up, she will not get defeated, she will never allow that to herself. She is wicked and cruel. A genius who wants to take her own place in the world. She excells at classes and her teachers respect her. Her soul is dark and impenetrable. No one can see what her real thoughts are, what her intentions are, but when she wants her intentions and feelings to be shown, they are shown indeed. She is vengeful and cold.
But the exterior is so sufficiently opposed to the interior. There is something that bothers Diomedea a lot, and that is the fact that she fails to see the positive side of things, and always concentrates on the negative aspects. She calls it poetic failure; a sheer desire of extricating every benevolent feature from each moment and dwelling on the principal manifestation of adaptability to realism. A hard realist and a person who rarely allows herself to submit to negligence of mind and thought, she has pneumatic charisma and the ability to concentrate fully on one particular aspect. She tends to focus exceedingly on her inner world and dwell there, sometimes not showing the remotest attention to what is on the outside; she therefore can gain self-knowledge but self-improvement does not follow this procedure, for she is too intent on being who she is, perceiving that it is for the best, and that she has at any rate become accustomed to it, that this is what she is. She understands her faults but does nothing to at least diminish them. She is persistent on letting them fresh and raw inside her, even if they distort her as a person, and even if, as an entity, they give her no true self-worth, regardless of what she lets out on the outside, regardless of every outward display of self-importance and exceeding confidence. Sometimes what she needs is just communication; just a simple word. No hypocritical pretence of care; she would much rather prefer bitter indifference. And that is what she shows at people, for she would never feign concern herself.
At times she feels so completely and utterly distraught that it feels as though her entire world has shattered into a million pieces, and she is desperately trying to fix anything she can, and re-create the broken parts. No matter what she says, her life to her seems perfect vanity, and she feels like she is standing on the unreceiving end, but she bears no false hopes. She can be depressed some times; being that she focuses on her inner self and she holds true knowledge of herself and the world, she cannot and will not submit to the frivolities and superficialities of the outside environment; true knowledge brings sadness, that what exists could not exist, or has no meaning to exist. She is always thoughtful, and it is thoughts that torment her mind all day, all night, years on end, not allowing her peace of mind and soul; both parts are in distress. As for her heart, she has learned not to give it any attention.
She does not care what people say, she feels hatred for them; she feels they are imbecilic, infantile, ignorant, insufferable, intolerable – and being that she never experienced wholly the carelessness of childhood, she had to mature at a most inappropriate age, when she was only four years old. It was at that time when she abandoned tears; she cried so much, that every new tear was burned in the shades of non-existence, for she began to also hate herself for showing such repugnant weakness, which should be condemned by not anyone else rather than herself. No matter what she lets out, she has fears; for many years she was too afraid to accept her fears, she was pushing them away, she was trying to be internally strong as well, apart from externally, what was shown to the world, but this only resulted in her being surrounded by more fears.
She then learned to accept them; she told herself that fear is only air, that beyond a level of anxiety and stress, and even terror, once this feeling reaches its climax, that it would go down, that it would ease. But she was always afraid to face the climax – she thought she would break down. She looked at her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror, and slowly she began to embrace her fears, and accept them. She accepted them because they were her own; they were her own fears. Her own fears and her own pain. Her own fears, her own pain, and her own sense of hopelessness. She told herself fears makes us human again – and she lived with them, closing them well inside her, and not allowing any to show to the world, or she would feel terribly exposed – and for her, being exposed is one of the worst feelings she could ever experience. She sees beauty in things that other people condemn and loves what is hated, desires what is forbidden, tastes what is poisonous, touches what is dangerous, worships what is unholy, condemns what is approved, sees what does not exist.
She is a confused person who has taken a wrong route, and who does not care about it. In her there is an air of anger, hatred and hopelessness that makes everything seem so sensually twisted. Sometimes she feels as though her mind is bleeding with so many thoughts, but her scream of help never reaches her lips. She would feel terrible, exposed, weak, vulnerable – and she knows she shares a fair relationship with people: she hates them, and they hate her in return. Thus, she never talks of it.With eyes that do not reveal one secret of her soul, she is evasive and forbidding. Deep down she knows that she needs one person who can understand her, accept her for who she is, and be inside her, body and soul – get inside her mind, burn every thought that torments her, soothe her. But she hardly thinks she will find anyone like that, and she carries on with her life, taking pleasure in the pain of others.
BOGGART: Her inner self broken and deranged
PATRONUS: An eagle
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: She wishes to take revenge for her mother's murder. Anything beyond that, she does not know. Once she wanted to be an extraordinary witch; now she is only trying to find herself.
SPECIAL ABILITIES:
Diomedea can read between the lines, which means she knows stuff other people don't. You might call it intuition. For instance, if she is talking with someone, she can tell what bothers them, and if not the real thing itself, revolving around it. She is an Occlumens, having received an early extensive training in Greece from her grand-mother, since for the old woman it was unacceptable her grand-daughter would not know such magic. This explains how she seems so distant, because people cannot understand how she feels, what she thinks and the like.
BLOOD: Pure
BIRTHPLACE: London, England
MY FAMILY:
Walden Rosier - Father
Eyphrosyne Circaia - Mother (Murdered)
WHATS IN THE PAST:
Her mother, Eyphrosyne, was suspected as a Death Eater and was murdered by Aurors. Eyphrosyne worked as the Head of Law Enforcement in the Greek Ministry for Magic, and met Walden, who was back then the Head of International Magical Co-operation and was sent on a dispatch to Greece; this is how the two met. It was political opponents who formed an unfounded rumour of Eyphrosyne dealing with matters regarding Voldemort. Her death was traumatic for Diomedea, who thus abhors anything that has to do with the Aurors but also the Death Eaters, because it is the reason her mother was murdered. Therefore, Diomedea had to mature before her age and learned the hard way. Cruelty was spawned in her soul, as she grew up with no mother due to other's cruelty. She wants and craves to take revenge. This is why she hates almost all people. When her mother died, her heart suddenly froze and became as cold as ever. Without her mother's unconditional love, Diomedea became rough. She has never cried, never shed a single tear in her life till then.
If her mother had not been dead, Diomedea would still be ruthless and arrogant of course but in a lesser degree. Now, with what she witnessed as a child, she is empty, frigid, does not connect with others and quite dislikes them. She is fond of her father, but he cannot take her mother's place in her heart. Ever since she died, Diomedea's feelings were hurt, her heart was broken into pieces and she became what she is now. She studied magic in all levels so that one day, as an extraordinary witch as she is, she will take her revenge in the most cruel way. Hatred runs through her veins, really, unbelievably much.
Diomedea is a powerful witch from extensive training. She has been taught roughly by her grandmother Andromache in Greece (she has some roots from there). Of course, the Trace does not follow her so far but at any rate, should it follow her, Greece, which has her own wide magical community that functions on a different method (specifically, witches and wizards are free to experiment with magic ever since they become seven years old, for Greece believes that early training makes for great wizards) has so much magical energy and protection that it disorientates any foreign Trace. The magic she learned there is remarkable but she doesn't show it to others; Diomedea is no show-off and she thinks that others aren't priviledged to know it. However, if she was asked to perform it, or if she felt she should, she would of course use it. Her father is extremely proud of Diomedea and she is what he loves most in his life. It saddens him a little to see her so cold, distant, but he loves her.
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RP EXAMPLE:
If there was something Diomedea could empathize with was a deceised mother. As his family background began to enroll, she looked at him intensely, even though he was breaking eye contact with her, and then looking back at her. She could not express her feelings for him and yet she was warmer now, softer, accepting what he was telling her and not asking him to go away, telling him she was not remotely interested. When he finished speaking and he looked at her again, she stared at his eyes, and in her own there was understanding, whether he could see it or not. "Without you she's nothing," she told him in a quiet voice, gazing at him, and she felt at the young girl's place, exactly how she felt. Though Diomedea's father was close to her and loving, she had lost everything a long time ago.
“You must be a breath of fresh air in a suffocating cell,” she said in the same tone, now not looking at him but at the wall, and this time the words that were refering to Allison were also refering to herself, in every word, a breath of fresh air that she never found on anyone, in this suffocating cell that Hogwarts was for her, despite the spaciousness of the castle. “You don’t know what it’s like,” she continued in a quiet voice, her face suddenly looking, if only slightly, injured. She avoided eye contact with him, she could not bear looking at another person’s eyes at this moment. She kept her eyes fixed at the wall. “Feeling all the time constrained, with walls around you, with no hope of ever getting out,” she said.
Those walls of coldness and distance she had deliberately built at a very young age against people and which prevented any real interaction with them, constrained as she was in her own feelings and guilt for every bad action she had taken, constrained to the cruel thoughts of her dark, twisted mind, to what she had become. “Feeling that every moment you have to survive by stepping over other people’s corpses in some kind of morbid game … every bloody second.” She finally turned her eyes on him, and they gleamed. “You don’t know what it’s like,” she whispered. “Because you can’t get out. It’s a dead end. You can’t get out, Tristain.” She had been hiding behind her words which no longer refered to his sister. She looked at him intently, and one part of her, maybe, wanted him to understand.
ANSWER: 
OTHER: Dobby.
{ CODE OF CONDUCT }
I, Maria, have read the rules of the site and accept to comply with them and their modifications. I understand that this is a mature site with mature matters. I understand that I must be open minded about it and will not complain, since it was stated in the rules I read. I will treat all members and staff alike and with respect. I understand that the staff has the power to delete and/or ban me for whatever reason they see fit.
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