Post by helena on May 30, 2012 21:17:58 GMT -7
HELENA RAVENCLAW
When I lived, I was Helena Ravenclaw
When I lived, I was Helena Ravenclaw
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name: Helean Ravenclaw, but she's now know as The Grey Lady
Age: Twenty-One
Deathday: October fourteenth
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pureblood
APPEARANCE
Play-By: Kelly Macdonald
Height: Five foot and eight inches
Hair Colour: Dark brown, on the edge of black
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Skin Colour: A very pale coloring
Distinguishing Features: Her long, waist-length hair
Dressing Style: Simple dresses and perhaps a few necklaces that she had in her human life.
PERSONALITY
Personality Traits: Quiet and shy, not too trusting of students outside of the Ravenclaw house, curious, evasive
Likes: Reading, Transfiguration, meeting kind students, being alone, quiet places
Dislikes: Loud students, rude people, being bugged, large crowds
Strengths: Transfiguration, keeping secrets, helping others
Weaknesses: Closed off, isolates herself from most others, untrusting
BACKGROUND
Mother: Rowena Ravenclaw
Father: (I don't actually know ><)
Sibling(s): None
Other Important Family: None
History: Born to one of the famous founders of Hogwarts, she was the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. As a child, she was a very curious girl, always trying to see what he mother was doing. When she turned eleven, she became one of the first to be accepted into the Wizarding school, sorted, obviously, into Ravenclaw. She exceeded in Transfiguration, but had always been pressured with her mother's expectations and the expectations that she would be as great as her mother. With this pressure, she came to become jealous of her mother's cleverness and it wasn't long until she graduated from the school and disappeared with her mother's diadem. Having heard it had been the source of her mother's intelligence.
Hiding from her mother, she lived alone for the longest time until the Baron of Slytherine came looking for her. Her mother wanted to her to return, but she refused to do so, wanting little to nothing to do with the woman any more. It was a mistake to say it, though, as a fight and horrible accident between the two brought an end to her life. SInce then, she's been living in the grand school as the ghost of Ravenclaw, her name practically forgotten as she's forever been known as The Grey Lady.
MUGGLE WORLD
Alias: Vivian
RP Experience: 5-6 years
RP Sample: Walking through the rows and rows of tombstones, Hailey lightly skipped along the grass. Yes, she knew perfectly well that this place was somewhere where people mourned, but she had spent enough time doing that after her father died to realize that you couldn't spend your entire time doing that. If anything, the unexpected death of a loved one just proved that you only had one life to live, and there was no point in wasting your time. That was why she always had a skip in her step and a laugh in her voice. She wasn't going to spend her time crying over someone she couldn't bring back. Hailey loved her father, of course, but she knew he wouldn't want her to waste her life like that.
Holding the bouquet of flowers in her hand, she looked for the tombstone that lay above her father's grave, always visiting him over the summer. A she stopped at the neatly kept marker, she gently kneeled down in the grass. Setting down the flowers, the Ravenclaw weakly smiled as her fingers gently ran over the rough surface of the stone. "...Love you, Daddy.", she said quietly, blowing the grave a soft kiss before standing again. Even with her attempt to keep her personality light and funny, seeing her father always brought her to the edge of what she had been before. Walking away, she knew she couldn't stay for too long, feeling the tight knot in her chest. Hailey forcefully swallowed the thick lump in her throat before she spotted another figure.
Blinking, she took a few steps closer, tilting her head to the side. That couldn't be Amadeus...could it? As she got closer to the figure, there was no longer any mistake it was him as she saw the bright platinum blonde hair that he and his father were famous for. "Amadeus?", she called gently, walking up to him slowly. She knew perfectly well that he had lost his sister, something she could genuinely understand and connect with. She kept a small space between the two of them, though, knowing how sensitive some people could be in cemeteries, but she wasn't quite sure if his sister was actually buried here.