Post by NEMESIS PANDORA RIDDLE on Feb 11, 2010 22:19:32 GMT
NEMESIS PANDORA RIDDLE
[/font]IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME ![/color][/font]
I was born at midnight,
I was up running by dawn.
Ain't nobody can stop me now,
'cause I was out the door and gone.
Everybody knows you better,
try and keep outta my way.
Because some people come and go,
but I'm evil and I'm here to stay.
You know I can kill a man,
and not even care.
I can make love to you, boy,
till you just can't go nowhere.
That's the way I live,
just fighting and lovin' day to day.
You know some people come and go,
but I'm evil and I'm here to stay.
Well get me a one way ticket,
on that road to hell.
You ever try to cross me, man,
you ain't gonna live to tell.
No, no you better listen to what I say
You know some people come and go,
but I'm evil and I'm here to stay.
I said some people come and go,
but I'm evil and I'm here to stay.
Well you better not try to cut me down,
'cause I'm evil and I'm here to stay.
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL
B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
NOW THAT'S EVIL. YEAH THANKS,
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NICKNAMES:
- Emma, by her best friend.
- Sissy or Nemmy, by her so-called friends.
- Mistress or my Lady, by the Death Eaters who managed to escape going to Azkaban.
- Little Voldemort, by the very few who actually know who she is.
AGE: Fifteen.
DATE OF BIRTH: 2nd December.
YEAR: Fifth.
HOUSE: Slytherin.
AFFILIATION: Dark Knight, and Death Eaters.
SEXUALITY: Straight.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK
IS THE UGLIEST GIRL IN
THE SCHOOL? HMM... OH,
BUCKBEAK, FOR SURE[/color][/font]
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EYE DETAILS: Bright blue, and filled with sick amusement or sinister hatred, which is hidden by the black eyeliner she wears.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: 5'5, 119 lbs, and pale. She is curvy, with a slim body, and a toned stomach.
FACE: Heart-shaped and pale; her ears and nose she pierced with magic.
STYLE: Nemesis likes to try new things. Although she is usually found in a long, leather black trench coat, or a dark green leather jacket that looks almost black, underneath these two different coats, you may find different styles. One day she will look very preppy, in skirts and blouses, and the next she will look very emo, in skinnies and tops with logos.
PLAYED BY: Brookelle Bones.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY,
OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
WITH THE BITCHES. JUST
ASK BELLATRIX LESTRANGE![/color][/font]
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- Silence, though will be loud if needed.
- Control, respect, and order.
- Trench coats and leather jackets.
- French perfume and dark make up.
- Horseback riding.
- Puzzles and mind games.
- Competition.
- Planning events.
- Performing Arts.
- Snakes.
- Snacking, particularly on Sugar Quills.
- Secrets and mysteries.
- Arithmancy and Charms.
- Making Lists.
- Cleanliness.
LOATHES:
- Mudbloods and Muggles.
- Cheap wine.
- Any kind of critique of her appearance.
- Loud volumes, or pointless chattering.
- Being touched, by anyone really.
- Being interrupted.
- Rats.
- Piano.
- Dakota Black.
- The Muggle side of her family.
- Invasions of her personal space- extending to possessions as well.
- Care of Magical Creatures.
- One who does not properly educate themselves in life.
- Stupidity and ignorance.
BOGGART: Being discovered for what she truly is: a conniving vixen.
DEMENTOR: The day her father was defeated.
PATRONUS: Basilisk.
AMORENTIA:
- Roses.
- Burning parchment.
- The smell of new.
- Red wine.
VERITASERUM:
- Her father is Lord Voldemort.
- She has created a secret organisation called the Dark Knights, that will help bring back the reign of her father.
STRENGTHS:
- Manipulation.
- Reflexes.
- Acting and lying.
- Perceptiveness.
- Wit.
- Desisive.
- A good memory.
- Cleanliness.
WEAKNESSES:
- Can’t accept failure.
- Rats
- Doesn’t accept help.
- Her irrational outbursts of anger.
- Thinking at night, so then she cannot go to sleep.
PERSONALITY: Nemesis is a young woman of many faces. Innocent and beguiling, she appears as a delicate rose: beautiful and fragile. However, her stunning beauty and intriguing charm draws one’s attention away from her thorns; always willing to draw blood. Her façade of innocence and altruism is nothing more than a mask for she reaches a level of evilness and mercilessness that could rival those of whom she associates herself with and her cold and cruel nature need not be provoked to reveal itself. She has been known showcase her kind and caring nature to those whose worth to her has yet to be determined or to those whose purpose has yet to be served. Appearing to be guilelessly good-natured under normal circumstances, no one knows the extent of her power and influence; making her a mystery to all.
Being born to Bellatrix Lestrange and Lord Voldemort, hers is a confident but muted air. Nemesis employs a charming smile, and quick wit to attract those around her into conversation, but her generally soft spoken manner is the greatest tool in her arsenal. Many might see Nemesis as benevolent, and to a certain extent, docile; many would be surprised at just how devilishly dark her heart is. She does not seek for amusement, rather, knowledge. Knowledge of other people, so that when the opportunity arises, she can use such information to her advantage. Nemesis plays a soft and resigned persona, making her a choice confidant of many. She loves secrets- both petty and ghastly. The Riddle girl is a keen observer, not only paying attention hearing, but listening to what is said, how it's said, and what key points might possibly have been omitted. Every comment she overhears is stored in a carefully organized mind, for later usage.
Calculating, shrewd, and manipulative, most people are none the wiser when it comes to her intentions. Nemesis is usually just seen as a golden girl with a golden heart. However, she is ambitious to a fault, wanting to take the world and make it revolve around her. Even with such a calculative demeanor, Nemesis has not lost her primitive desires for true love, and romance. However, love is a worthwhile sacrifice for her greater dreams of rising to power. She puts much pressure on perfection upon herself that she expects no less from others, making her brutally exacting. She is a discerning judge of character but she does not discriminate when it comes to the company she keeps. Nemesis believes everyone has their own purpose. In her eyes, they are mere pawns – available at her disposal and easy to be rid of. She is selfish, ruthlessly so, but still cares for close friends and family.
Nemesis is warm and welcoming when she chooses to be. If the mood so takes her, she can exude outward deference and hospitality. In gatherings, she attempts to be the life of the party. Her gestures are open and expressive but if one knew how to look further into those eyes, they would see that it all was empty. Miss Riddle seems to be without emotion or at least, any honest ones yet there is a seething intensity of it under the placid exterior. She exercises with respect to herself, her history with regards to her life, the people in it and the relationships she shares with them, an ever wakeful reserve. Hers is a coldness beyond her years in her persistent refusal to let anyone into her heart. However, Nemesis bursts into flame once her fiery temper gets ahold of her. The voracious fire spares no one -- guilty or innocent.
She is easily angered by stupidity and this could be seen by a sudden flare of rage in her eyes. Nemesis' usual demeanor may become less accommodating and even indifferent. If she does not get what she wants, she tends to retreat within herself. She becomes unnervingly silent in her encounters and then explodes once she is in the safety of her own chambers. After a fit of rage, usually ending up with muffled screams, torn papers and broken vases, she would merely smile as though nothing happened and continue on with her business. This girl is extremely competitive, and it would be most wise not to challenge her. She does not like being questioned, and has no qualms about punishing anybody who does so. Her last name alone commands respect, which Nemesis demands. The consequences are dire for those who disregard her family name. Should anyone attempt to tarnish her name, Nemesis will not immediately retort. Instead, she will smile sweetly and quip with a witty remark. And then, if the bashing goes on, she will not stop until revenge is extracted.
Nemesis has learned through the daily innings of school that a smile must endure even at the most painful blows. She prides herself to be a virtuoso of deceit. Her greatest fear would be being discovered for what she truly is: a conniving vixen. Miss Riddle is careful of the ties she weaves, ensuring that none could hold her accountable should any intricacies occur. She is mortally afraid of failure and rejection. She fears; guarding her heart with a primal ferocity that allows her to repel such burdens as friendship and love. Nemesis would not easily admit that there is a part of her that needs, perhaps even yearns, for true friendship and romance. This does not mean that she shies from beneficial attachments, as it would be unwise to exclude allies; she simply forms no true and lasting internal attachments. Nemesis' only loyalty is to herself. [/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED
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BUY OUT NASA WHEN
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FATHER: Lord Voldemort, eighty-odd, is the Dark Lord, former Slytherin, desceased... but not for long!
SIBLINGS: None.
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES:
- Hades, her black pet owl.
- Salazar, her newborn pet python.
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy.
BIRTHPLACE: Little Hangleton, Great Britain.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Riddle Manor, in England.
HISTORY: It was a silent night when Nemesis was brought into this world - not a single howl of wind could be heard nor neigh of horses, just the hustle and bustle of frantic housewives and soft whimpers of a woman in labor. It was as though everything remained still to await her birth. Infant Nemesis announced her arrival without a single cry. Her parents were elated to see an addition to the family – a healthy girl with bright blue eyes. Though the birth of Nemesis was to be kept secret.
Those who saw Nemesis as an infant would have noted how extremely attached she was to her father, a sharp cry escaping her every time she was entrusted to a nurse. It was no surprise that her health declined, for the nurse wasn't the most caring of people. She lost weight drastically, her once full, rosy cheeks became hollow and without color. Her hair started to thin and her usual vigor seemed to have gone. At the age of four, she got bouts of light fever constantly and was forced to remain in her bed so as not to worsen her condition. She was detached from the world, confined to the four walls of her large bedroom, which would explain the unnatural cruelty she is capable of. Her own personal House-Elf always went up to her room and talked with her during lunch. To ease the pain, perhaps? Nemesis did not hold her ill health against the House-Elves of the Riddle Manor and cared for her own personal one selflessly. Almost.
Knowing that it was required of their rank, she was surrounded with the tutors, dancing masters, etc. Nemesis was entrusted to her own governess, one that would teach her while she was confined in her chambers. All of her tutors sang her praises. "She is a well-behaved and diligent student who is endowed with an exceptional memory and prepared to swallow all of human knowledge indiscriminately," they said. They all remarked that for someone of a weak disposition, the young Nemesis showed strength of will and great promise. Unlike girls her age, young Miss Riddle despised playing with dolls. She had no patience for simpering over a baby made of coloured wood and instead, focused all of her energy towards scholarly pursuits.
An avid reader, she'd seen cruelty in the heart of man before she even experienced it. Nemesis spent her days reading books about morality, philosophy and history. Through these, she learned how to think, feel and act before others. If she has learned one thing from books, it is to appeal to what people want and need. Nothing ruins them faster than blindly pursuing something they desire. The most notable downfalls in history were the ones that recklessly and passionately followed their vision but without examining the consequences or considering ways of escape. Nemesis vowed never to make the same mistake.
She was six years old when her House-Elf came bursting into her room after supper and told her of their Muggle neighbours acceptance into Hogwarts. It was then that Nemesis knew she had to get out of this infernal bed in order to prepare for her own debut at the magical school. The road to recovery was a difficult one but with perseverance, she conquered it. She felt that the ugliness she has been condemned to was slowly leaving her. With a conscious effort to care for her health, her deathly pale skin regained its luminescent sheen. By age ten, most servants and House Elves exclaimed that her strength and gaiety as a child had returned. Nemesis reflected coldly on her assets and knew that her beauty did not have the allure those women of pureblood descent possess. However, the Riddle girl's appearance was that of child-like innocence and she knew that she had to gravitate to such an image. Merely eleven years of age, she invented herself. Not having been exposed to society given her former state of health, Nemesis was free to paint a portrait of herself in other people’s minds that normally would have been tainted by the whims of childhood.
She arrived at Hogwarts only a few months after her eleventh birthday, adjusting magnificently to school life, as though she were destined to thrive in the scandals, gossips and intrigues that surrounded her. She did not reveal herself as Lord Voldemort's daughter, though it was his wish for her not to do so, and she still keeps that promise. Through classes, and scholarly undertakings, Nemesis performed very, very well. The summer of her first year though, the Riddle girl was walking in a Muggle suburb, to a friend's house, when three muggle boys began to tease her and poke at her and even try to kiss her. In tears, Nemesis ran home to tell her father and he retaliated by killing all three of the boys. A few years after that incident, her father was killed by Harry Poter and all Death Eaters were sent t Azkaban, even her mother. Nemsis was left on her own, living in Riddle Manor.
Even in the tragedy of events, she remained cold, stoic, and strong. Now in her fifth year of Hogwarts, Nemesis has taken her future in to her own hands as she has all her life. Miss Riddle does not wish to sit still and let fate take its course. Destiny is shaped by the decisions one makes and the actions that are taken after. Nemesis has forged through her life with determination and she has achieved all of the things she wants through hard work. Although she is blessed through being the daughter of the most powerful dark wizard ever, she is not one to settle for what she already has. The way to greatness is not by the path that most have walked on but by the path that you make for yourself. And Nemesis Riddle will not hesitate threading on other people’s dreams if that were the only way to make hers a reality, and her dream is to bring back her father.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]EVERY TIME I LOOK AT
HER I GET THESE PAINS
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AGE: Fourteen in October.
GENDER: Female.
EXPERIENCE: Three years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: I helped found this roleplay.
RP SAMPLE:
Scorpius squinted up at the sky above him. Gray clouds met his gaze, and he glared silently at them, as if his one glare would make them go away. A moment ago, he thought he’d felt a raindrop, and it was for this reason that he stared so critically upwards. But Scorpiussincerely hoped he was imagining things, for he hadn’t brought a coat and he had no intention of going inside just yet. He was hoping to spot some of his friends outside.
As if mocking him, a raindrop splashed directly into Scorpius' waiting violet eye. “Arghh, goddammit!” he exclaimed in his displeasure, tilting his head back into a normal position and frowning as he rubbed the eye. Well, bugger. He hadn’t thought a raindrop could do such things to a person. However, the sky seemed to have gotten his message, or perhaps just changed its mind, because he didn’t feel any more raindrops splashing down to Earth.
Just in case it did decide to rain suddenly, Scorpius sheltered himself away by sitting down on some steps that led up into Gringotts bank. Looking at a sign he could see, he read 'Knockturn Alley' from it, and from this, just in front of him, he could see a chained up gate and further along a dozen boarded up, darkened and dead shops. He knew Knockturn Alley very well, from its horrific shops to its creepy alleyways. Scorpius had been down there one too many times for his own liking, not that his family actually cared.
He stared down the derelict street, shivered, then got up to leave, all the while thinking to herself whether or not he should ventre down there. Scorpius may not be at all the evil type, unlike his horrible family, but he couldn't help but admit that he found the Dark Arts truly fascinating, and down Knockturn Alley you could find all different types of Dark Arts artifacts and the like. There was even a wand shop down there, and Scorpius was ashamed to admit it, but that was where his father had taken him to get his own wand.
With a sigh, Scorpius began to walk down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley. He hadn't hung out with any of his wizard friends, nor his muggle friends, since summer started. His father, the evil man that he had become, had kept him in all summer so he could practice different types of dark spells, such as the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse. A grin crept onto his face though, as he realized that this was Diagon Alley; he could meet anyone here!
As if mocking him, a raindrop splashed directly into Scorpius' waiting violet eye. “Arghh, goddammit!” he exclaimed in his displeasure, tilting his head back into a normal position and frowning as he rubbed the eye. Well, bugger. He hadn’t thought a raindrop could do such things to a person. However, the sky seemed to have gotten his message, or perhaps just changed its mind, because he didn’t feel any more raindrops splashing down to Earth.
Just in case it did decide to rain suddenly, Scorpius sheltered himself away by sitting down on some steps that led up into Gringotts bank. Looking at a sign he could see, he read 'Knockturn Alley' from it, and from this, just in front of him, he could see a chained up gate and further along a dozen boarded up, darkened and dead shops. He knew Knockturn Alley very well, from its horrific shops to its creepy alleyways. Scorpius had been down there one too many times for his own liking, not that his family actually cared.
He stared down the derelict street, shivered, then got up to leave, all the while thinking to herself whether or not he should ventre down there. Scorpius may not be at all the evil type, unlike his horrible family, but he couldn't help but admit that he found the Dark Arts truly fascinating, and down Knockturn Alley you could find all different types of Dark Arts artifacts and the like. There was even a wand shop down there, and Scorpius was ashamed to admit it, but that was where his father had taken him to get his own wand.
With a sigh, Scorpius began to walk down the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley. He hadn't hung out with any of his wizard friends, nor his muggle friends, since summer started. His father, the evil man that he had become, had kept him in all summer so he could practice different types of dark spells, such as the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse. A grin crept onto his face though, as he realized that this was Diagon Alley; he could meet anyone here!
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