Post by Sagie Ivies on May 23, 2010 12:09:12 GMT 10
General Information:
First Name: Sage
Last Name: Ivies
Blaood type: Halfblood
Nationality: German
Birth place: Dusseldorf, Germany
Appearence:
Eyes: Blue-green
Hair: Long scraggly blonde, very curly.
Height: About 5'9" give or take an inch.
General Appearance:
Sage is a tall, wiry girl with long, very light blonde hair. She has striking blue-green eyes, which are devastatingly sad looking, however they're offset by her rather silly looking face. She has a long nose and freckles. Her ears are not giant, but they are a little larger than normal. She is a bit busty for a girl her age, and she has big hips, too. She is in no way fat, though, and one could go as far as to call her scrawny.
Dressing Style:
Casual yet classy.
Personality:
basic personality:
She's very kind and sweet, but if you piss her off, you unleash a beast. She very much likes to be the leader, and only wants loyal friends. If she finds out that one of her friends has been speaking about her behind her back, she can unleash her monster side.
Her temper is very bad, and she can be a real bitch.
Likes: Cookies, boys, clean sheets.
Dislikes: The slime on the bottom of the yogurt tin, wet socks, freaks
Habits: She bites her nails and flips her hair out of her face when she's tired.
Strengths: She is a very manipulative talker, and can pretty much get someone to do what she wants with a little sweet talk.
Weaknesses: She is... not very strong in the physical area.
Personal History:
Parents: Rando Ivies and Jeanne Ivies
Siblings: None
Background Story:
When Sage Ivies was born, she was a very small little baby. She was very early, and her mother only gave birth because she was hit by a car. Her mother was only six months pregnant, and they didn't think she'd survive. Out of sheer luck did baby Sage stay alive those cold nights. Jeanne Ivies was a muggle. But Sage's father, Rando, was not. By a longshot. He was one of Germany's most celebrated novelists, well, in the wizarding world, that is. Well, as soon as Rando told Jeanne this, Jeanne was very annoyed at him. And she left. So, little Baby Sage, and her father, stayed alone all those cold nights, waiting. Until Sage was three years of age, the only words she knew were 'Creep' and 'Jerk,' and she already had a little attitude. She made plenty of enemies growing up, and one, when she was 7 years of age, actually beat her up, leaving her sick as a dog, and scars running up and down her arm. She dealt with her temper as good as she could. And it wasn't all that bad. She spent more, and more time outside, for a change. Of course the doctors at St. Mungo's couldn't fix the damage done to her nerves, but she actually thought it was nice just having some space to think. She learned she was a witch before long, by making both the cupboard and pantries explode in a tantrum to find a lost sock, but when she finally got her letter, the one that told her she'd be shipped away to boarding school with a bunch of other people with powers like hers, she was kind of mad. Sure, she went. But she didn't really think it was all that great. But she dealt with it. And if she learned the right spells, she thought, maybe she'd get her mother to come back. She goes there... to date!
She does well in school despite her temper.
Hogwarts Sorting:
Strong Area of Magic: Divination. She has a gift.
Weak Area of Magic: Almost everything else except potions, which she is decent in.
Preferred House Choice: Slytherin
Preferred Year Choice: Fourth
Teahcing posstion None
Minor Details:
Pets: A bat named Jacko
Wand: 12 Inch Hollywood with a Werewolf whisker core
Quidditch position: None
Allignments: Neutral
RP response:
"I'm going to eat," The dark haired girl said to the blonde. "I would love to go with you... but I've already made plans."
Which struck out Sage's last plan to actually have fun. It was still light out, but most classes were over, until a couple of hours later. "It's fine, really," She said to one of her few friends in Slytherin, and walked off, looking sulky, and going downstairs. Maybe she could catch up on some homework. But she didn't turn to her room to et her books, but kept walking down the stairs. In the thin corridor, she felt a foot beneath hers, and fell down in front of a door. "Watch it!" A voice said angrily. But Sage rolled her eyes, and stood up, brushing herself off. And then her eyes moved to the door. "Oh," She said, looking at it. "Hm..." Most of the people were gone now, so she decided that it would be fine to have a bit of fun on her afternoon off. Tap, tap tap,
Now, Sage had walked by the door before, but she had never seen inside of it, or knew who owned it. She looked around again. Now the people had all gone by now, and she was alone. Then she heard a small voice inside the room. "Come in?"
"Dangit," She said. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really want to go in the room, just knock on the door, and see if anyone was in it. But her senses went against her and grabbed the handle, slowly turning it and pushing the door in. She blinked at how dark the room was, and she couldn't see anything at first, but now she saw the silhouette of a boy, taller than her, but he looked about the same age. "Uh... I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" She said quietly, about to close the door and walk off, but something, probably curiosity, told her to stay. Besides, she'd already opened the door.
First Name: Sage
Last Name: Ivies
Blaood type: Halfblood
Nationality: German
Birth place: Dusseldorf, Germany
Appearence:
Eyes: Blue-green
Hair: Long scraggly blonde, very curly.
Height: About 5'9" give or take an inch.
General Appearance:
Sage is a tall, wiry girl with long, very light blonde hair. She has striking blue-green eyes, which are devastatingly sad looking, however they're offset by her rather silly looking face. She has a long nose and freckles. Her ears are not giant, but they are a little larger than normal. She is a bit busty for a girl her age, and she has big hips, too. She is in no way fat, though, and one could go as far as to call her scrawny.
Dressing Style:
Casual yet classy.
Personality:
basic personality:
She's very kind and sweet, but if you piss her off, you unleash a beast. She very much likes to be the leader, and only wants loyal friends. If she finds out that one of her friends has been speaking about her behind her back, she can unleash her monster side.
Her temper is very bad, and she can be a real bitch.
Likes: Cookies, boys, clean sheets.
Dislikes: The slime on the bottom of the yogurt tin, wet socks, freaks
Habits: She bites her nails and flips her hair out of her face when she's tired.
Strengths: She is a very manipulative talker, and can pretty much get someone to do what she wants with a little sweet talk.
Weaknesses: She is... not very strong in the physical area.
Personal History:
Parents: Rando Ivies and Jeanne Ivies
Siblings: None
Background Story:
When Sage Ivies was born, she was a very small little baby. She was very early, and her mother only gave birth because she was hit by a car. Her mother was only six months pregnant, and they didn't think she'd survive. Out of sheer luck did baby Sage stay alive those cold nights. Jeanne Ivies was a muggle. But Sage's father, Rando, was not. By a longshot. He was one of Germany's most celebrated novelists, well, in the wizarding world, that is. Well, as soon as Rando told Jeanne this, Jeanne was very annoyed at him. And she left. So, little Baby Sage, and her father, stayed alone all those cold nights, waiting. Until Sage was three years of age, the only words she knew were 'Creep' and 'Jerk,' and she already had a little attitude. She made plenty of enemies growing up, and one, when she was 7 years of age, actually beat her up, leaving her sick as a dog, and scars running up and down her arm. She dealt with her temper as good as she could. And it wasn't all that bad. She spent more, and more time outside, for a change. Of course the doctors at St. Mungo's couldn't fix the damage done to her nerves, but she actually thought it was nice just having some space to think. She learned she was a witch before long, by making both the cupboard and pantries explode in a tantrum to find a lost sock, but when she finally got her letter, the one that told her she'd be shipped away to boarding school with a bunch of other people with powers like hers, she was kind of mad. Sure, she went. But she didn't really think it was all that great. But she dealt with it. And if she learned the right spells, she thought, maybe she'd get her mother to come back. She goes there... to date!
She does well in school despite her temper.
Hogwarts Sorting:
Strong Area of Magic: Divination. She has a gift.
Weak Area of Magic: Almost everything else except potions, which she is decent in.
Preferred House Choice: Slytherin
Preferred Year Choice: Fourth
Teahcing posstion None
Minor Details:
Pets: A bat named Jacko
Wand: 12 Inch Hollywood with a Werewolf whisker core
Quidditch position: None
Allignments: Neutral
RP response:
"I'm going to eat," The dark haired girl said to the blonde. "I would love to go with you... but I've already made plans."
Which struck out Sage's last plan to actually have fun. It was still light out, but most classes were over, until a couple of hours later. "It's fine, really," She said to one of her few friends in Slytherin, and walked off, looking sulky, and going downstairs. Maybe she could catch up on some homework. But she didn't turn to her room to et her books, but kept walking down the stairs. In the thin corridor, she felt a foot beneath hers, and fell down in front of a door. "Watch it!" A voice said angrily. But Sage rolled her eyes, and stood up, brushing herself off. And then her eyes moved to the door. "Oh," She said, looking at it. "Hm..." Most of the people were gone now, so she decided that it would be fine to have a bit of fun on her afternoon off. Tap, tap tap,
Now, Sage had walked by the door before, but she had never seen inside of it, or knew who owned it. She looked around again. Now the people had all gone by now, and she was alone. Then she heard a small voice inside the room. "Come in?"
"Dangit," She said. Now that she thought about it, she didn't really want to go in the room, just knock on the door, and see if anyone was in it. But her senses went against her and grabbed the handle, slowly turning it and pushing the door in. She blinked at how dark the room was, and she couldn't see anything at first, but now she saw the silhouette of a boy, taller than her, but he looked about the same age. "Uh... I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" She said quietly, about to close the door and walk off, but something, probably curiosity, told her to stay. Besides, she'd already opened the door.
