Malvae, Ilia

[Ilia Malvae]

{ About The MEMBER }

NAME: Ellen
AGE: Homan, I'll be 23 in 11 days >_<
TIME ZONE: Central
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: As often as my muse strikes
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: I'm a Ninja who secretly hunts Hogwarts sites for pay
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OTHER CHARACTER(S): Oi geeze...far too many, and probably a few who shall be suffering deletion soon.

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Ilia Aria Malvae
"Illy (Eel-y)" or "Lia"

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: Fifth
AGE: 15
DOB: September 17th
RACE: Human/Cuacasion
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
WAND: Mahogany, 11 in., Essence of Dragon’s Eyelash
BROOM: Silver Arrow
PET: A fuzzy kitten named Rupert

APPEARANCE:
Not completely unlike her big brother, Ilia favors the blondish-brown hair (Though there are times when it seems more blonde, and times when it looks more brown) and harbors a semi-athletic appearance. Her eyes are a rather fascinating blue color and are usually always bright and cheery seeming. The girl is usually always found smiling- though whether this is from her obnoxious and trickster ways or simply due to her being happy is usually always hard to tell due to her nature. She’s thin without being grossly so and has just enough meat on her bones to keep her body appealing, but not grotesque.

Ilia can typically be found in just average, every day clothing. When not in her uniform, she's running around in raggedy jeans, any old pair of shoes she can get her hands on, and a comfortable t-shirt or tank top (depending on the weather of course.) The only feature of her wardrobe that sticks out is the fact that she's always usually wearing warm colors. Never anything too bright, but colorful regardless. Her clothes are always comfortable and never revealing, though she does clean up very nicely.
FACE CLAIM: Gabrielle Christian

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Ilia is completely ornery as often as she possibly can be. She loves to see people laughing and smiling, especially if she’s the cause of it. Just like her big brother before her, she has a rather strong attachment to people and trusts far too openly and deeply. She likes being the center of attention, though only to make people laugh and smile rather then wanting to be in the spot light all the time. She does have her days when she’s down and mopey, but the moods never last too awful long.

When she’s around Craven or Isabella, however, the world can never quite get big enough. The three siblings are honestly so much alike that at times it can make being in the same room with them uncomfortable simply because they get along so well. They have a bad habit of shutting people out of their conversations without really meaning to or really thinking about what they’re doing.

Just as Craven is protective of his younger sisters, Ilia is protective of her older siblings. Despite being the youngest (if only by minutes) Ilia has a rather bad habit of sticking her nose into her siblings’ business if she thinks they need her help or her to protect them. She always means well, but doesn’t always manage to win the affection she wants at the end of the day.
BOGGART: A walking corpse with a familiar face
PATRONUS: A bottle nose dolphin
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: At this current point in time, she's rather hoping music will take her somewhere in life, but she has no definite plans.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: None really, she's a singer, and that's about it.
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: A Wizarding Hospital somewhere in Germany
MY FAMILY:

Kenneth Malvae- Father
Larissa Malvae- Mother
Craven Malvae- Big Brother
Isabella Malvae- Twin Sister

WHATS IN THE PAST:

The Malvae family has always been a tightly wound one. They’re caring, kind, and dote affection upon their children constantly yet maintain a respectful/respected relationship with all their relatives. Ilia was no exception to this rule. From the time she and her sister were born, to present day, there’d never been a day that had gone by where any of the Malvae children were ever made to feel unloved or uncared for.

Being the youngest of the Malvae children, one would think Ilia would be the most spoiled. However, this is not true. While Craven is the oldest, and Isabella is older then Ilia only by about fifteen minutes, all of the children are treated equally and have never felt as if one was loved more then another. This made their home life comfortable and easy to deal with and allowed the siblings to grow up caring for one another rather then trying to kill each other off.

By the age of eleven, the Malvae twins were accepted into Hogwarts as had been expected. Their first day of school was memorable enough (to students and staff alike) simply due to the fact that their dorm was abruptly set to flame (by accident or so the twins would say) and no one seems to really know how it happened or why for that matter. Things, however, have gotten much better since then. Of course, Ilia prides herself on being a prankster and a jokester, but this is only to get giggles and amusement out of her fellow students. She’s always had a knack for making people laugh and has put it to good use throughout all her days.

She’s a good student, even if she doesn’t much care for class work- though she’d admit that Izzy was the better student between the two of them. There’s slight hero worship granted in the direction of her brother, and everyone knows/sees it, yet she’d never admit such a thing.

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RP EXAMPLE:
(Using Shenea)

Things were not supposed to be this way. A Witch's seventh year at Hogwarts was supposed to be magical, and special. Full of wonder and mystery. A year worth remembering and clinging to in your dreams at night. A time to stress about in a positive sort of way, and revel in at all times. This was most definitely not how Shenea's year was supposed to be. She should have had the perfect year, filling with things she wanted to remember. Faces worth remembering, days and nights worth sharing stories about, and a Wizard to finish the year off with and perhaps even keep a hold of for the rest of her days. But Shenea didn't have any of these things. Her year was, simply put, complete shit. And why was this?

Well, it was all very quite simple. Her friends were not friends at all, bt back stabbing aquaintances. Her boyfriend had betrayed her on more then one account, with more then one girl- and a girl who apparently didn't even like guys for that matter! And what did she have to show for all of this? A full bottle of Fire Whisky, unopened, and practically singing to her to be drank. She hadn't bothered to even mess with the cork in the top yet, though the lable had been peeled off some time ago. Things, as of late, were just not good, and while alcohol seemed to be the answer all of her House mates resorted to, Shenea just couldn't seem to make herself fall into a drunken stupor. What was the point? How was being drunk going to solve anything? It would just give her a headache in the morning, after all.

No, the money spent had been wasted. Maybe she'd give it away to someone later...Though right now she was taking comfort in just holding the bottle. It created an odd sort of heat and warmed her cold hands, though the weather (while dark) was nice and shouldn't have chilled her skin in the least. She felt cold a lot lately, especially when she was drifting between anger and depression. Life was unfair, even with her body temperature lately, it seemed. And yet all of this was forgotten when she heard voices. Lovely, why couldn't people just stay indoors and leave well enough alone at night? Probably for reasons not unsimilar to her's. Though the pair of bodies she saw caused Shenea's posture to go rigid and her eyes to narrow.

"That has to be her..." she all but growled, watching Nyx Treassa and whoever else she was with come across the bridge and into the court yard. "Well, well, well..." she hummed, climbing to her feet slowly once the girls were close enough to hear her. "If it isn't the little Gryffindor slut. The seductive singing harlot that I've heard oh so very much about..." And she had, Dio had made sure of that. "Tell me, Treassa, was it? Did you enjoy your little romp with my boyfriend?" True enough, Sebastian wasn't her boyfriend anymore, but that was beside the point at current. "I was under the assumption that you didn't even like girls," she scoffed, then glanced at the blond girl accompanying her briefly, "So I suppose your encounter with Sebastian was completely out of character."

An almost insane gleam shattered the pain in Shenea's eyes all at once, "That's alright though, beating you senseless will be completely out of character for me." With that, the bottle she had been cuddling like a friend just moments before was raised, then came thundering down at an angle, aimed sloppily at the side of Nyx's head- though any collision wouldn't have made it that far with Nene's raged aim and her miscalculation for Nyx's company. The gasp of horror and shout of protest that sounded from the blond only registered after the bottle of fire whisky collided with Nyx's right shoulder. This only infuriated the brunette more and her now free (yet now wet...) hands shoved the blond girl hard, getting her out of the way before her attention went back to Nyx. She was going to pay, one way or another, and that was that.
ANSWER: Dude, she killed a pregnant woman. There's nothing more shocking then that.
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