Post by Shayde Silvergate on Nov 25, 2006 22:02:57 GMT -5
[In real life, what is your name?] Rebecca (Surname not to be disclosed)
[In real life, are you 13 years old or older?] Current Age: 13
[Name:] Shayde Ophelia Silvergate
[Age:] 11 *
[Birth date:] 6th April, 1995
[Year:] First Year *
[Bloodline:] Pureblood
[Wand:] Wood – Elder, Length – 13 Inches, Core – Dementor Fingernail.
[Broom:] Shayde’s broom is the latest model, the Firebolt. Her family is: Just. That. Rich. Live with it.
[Physical Description:] Shayde is a Pureblood, but is a mix of French, English and various parts of Asia. Her appearance is rather different – thick, elbow-length black hair, startling vivid green eyes, fair skin… etc. She is skinny, but without the appearance of being starved. She is a small and short girl of her age, average in weight and has already grown out of her chubby stage. Shayde wouldn’t be classified as beautiful, pretty or cute, but more exotic, different, odd and strange. A thin jagged scar runs smoothly down her left cheek from an incident when she was very young. Still a child, Shayde has no interest in makeup, accessories, jewellery… etc. Unlike most girls, she isn’t the cute, happy, bouncing around type of girl. Leaning towards the dark, gloomy side, Shayde expresses herself by simply wearing her usual Durmstrang robes of blood red.
[Personality:] An extremely arrogant girl, Shayde is very proud and superior. She feels that she is better than all others, and that all are to bow before her. Yes, a strange mind for one so young. Her way of thinking and ‘maturity’ as some call it comes from her parents. Dark, mysterious and brooding, Shayde is the typical sterotype Slytherin-Malfoy type girl, though she isn’t sleek, sly or handsome. However, she is cunning and has great ambitions that some never dream of.
[Strengths:] Shayde’s best and number one strength would be her extremely sharp tongue. She is good with words and is very fond of lashing an insult or comeback to whomever she sees unfit to exist in her world. Shayde is independent, and feels not at all left out when she has no friends or when her reputation is down the drain. She feels that she herself is the most important and that because her simple brain feels that the world is revolving around her, all the ups are supposed to happen and the downs are because everyone else is too stupid to know that she is better than them.
[Weaknesses:] Ahh, to weaknesses now, are we? Well, Shayde is claustrophobic, and absolutely hates small and inclosed spaces. Her self-esteem is boosted up by taunting people as she slowly realises that she is only one person in the world and that not everything goes smoothly in life.
[Place of Birth:] Paris, France. Shayde is French, but only stayed in France for a few years before moving away. Otherwise, she would have attended Beauxbatons.
[Nationality:] Currently, she lives in Bulgaria, which is the reason why she attends Durmstrang. Even though she was born as a French citizen, she is now officially Bulgarian.
[Languages:] English, French, but surprisingly, Shayde cannot speak Bulgarian very well.
[Parents:] Shayde’s father, Nicholas Silver, is English, where her mother Gabryé Gates is part English, French and Asian. Her parents met in Paris, married and settled down before having to move to Bulgaria due to Nicholas’s work problems. (Her name is her father’s and her mother’s surnames put together.)
[Siblings:] Shayde is an only child, so she has no siblings.
[History:] ((Not exactly up-to-date, but about it.))
Born on 6th April in France, Shayde Ophelia Silvergate descends from a great and long line of pureblood witches and wizards and is an only child in the Silvergate family. She lived in Paris for seven years until her parents moved to Bulgaria.
Shayde had been interested in magic from a very young age. She had wanted to go to a magic school since the age of 6, and was very impatient to turn 11 so she could receive a letter and get enrolled. Her love of magic had caused a few catastrophes though. Once, Shayde had taken her mother's wand and tried to water the garden after she had learnt that Aguamenti was the incantation for a fountain of water to emit from the tip of a wand. But it was a 6th grade spell, and somehow Shayde had started a fire which had nearly burnt down the Silvergate Mansion. From then on, Shayde had been afraid of fire, even heat, and kept well away from it. Still, it was something from a young child of her age.
There, her father Nicholas found a job at the Ministry in the Department for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Her mother Gabryé became a nurse at St. Mungos. Gabryé attended Beauxbatons while Nicholai went to Hogwarts. They met in France and became married. Both her parents were well known for their arrogance and belief in pureblood superiority, and Shayde inherited this.
Shayde always stood out, because of her appearance. Unlike French and English people who usually had blonde or brown hair, she had thick wavy black hair down to about elbow length. Her eyes were a startling vivid green, two identical emerald stones that were capable of fixing people with a cold stare. Shayde has a thin mouth which rarely smiles, and slightly pointed face with pale skin – she had already grown out of the chubby stage. She wasn't exactly what people would call pretty, just different.
Shayde is 4'9” feel tall and weighs 99 lbs. She is slim and flexible from dancing at a young age and plays three instruments – the piano, the flute and the harp. She wants to learn the violin as well. She practises almost every night in the Girls' Dormitory, which can get very annoying when it's late. Music is her greatest passion. Next to it is Quidditch. She hopes to get on the Quidditch Team. She also loves art and sculpturing figures from small pieces of wood, and would be seen a lot outside, sketching a small bird or animal to pin onto her wall next to her bed.
Shayde's casual dressing style is rather plain. Usually it is just a simple dark coloured robe with a matching cloak. She doesn't mind the Durmstrang robes – in fact she thinks that the red goes well in a Christmassy contrast with her eye colour. She wears no makeup and is not at all fashion conscious. One of her downsides is that she has trouble dressing up for formals, parties and balls.
Shayde speaks two languages superbly – English and French. Strangely, she had not been able to pick up Bulgarian as well. She has a hint of French accent in her voice and when she speaks very fast though, many people cannot understand her because her accent makes it difficult and before you know it, she starts jabbering away in French. This is another slight downside for when she is excited or when it is an emergency, she often has to repeat herself a few times.
Shayde has a high self-esteem and deals with stress well. She is independent, strong and never breaks down in front of people. Her sharp tongue is her number one weapon and she cannot survive one day without using the word “Mudblood” to taunt a Muggle born. She is used to living on an hourly basis, never planning what was to happen next. She absolutely despises school, but love Astronomy which is one of her favourite subjects and hobbies. She can be a real perfectionist at spelling and grammar at times, and she would get really annoyed if she forgot to put in a full stop somewhere. Shayde hasn't any abilities as of yet, but is eager to learn.
Her wand is of 13 inch long elder wood, containing a single Dementor fingernail in its core. Apart from her wand, Shayde hasn't any other special items, except for a silver ring with Memento Mori (remember you will die) which she wears around her neck that she is very attached to. Reason? You'll find out soon enough…
[Special Talents/Info:] Please be realistic...and this is pretty self-explanatory. What are their talents? Or is there any other information you would like to give out about them?
[Favorite Class/Worst Class:] Astronomy/Transfiguration
[Owl, Cat, Toad, Rat, or Tarantula?] Cat named Noiré (nwah-ray).
[Anything Else?] Nice site.
[Writing sample:] ((Okay, this is a role play that I posted on Xauror.com as a Slytherin character. It certainly isn’t my best, but it’s just a sample of my role playing.))
The girl swirled her firewhiskey in the glass, her head slightly spinning from the amount of alcohol she had consumed that day. Watching the wine coat the crystal sides of the goblet thinly before trickling down due to the force of gravity, she lifted it to her lips and downed the rest of it. It left a bittersweet taste in the mouth as she let the wine slide over her tongue and down her throat. Burning all the way down her chest, it failed to erase the memory of his lips locked on her… or bring back the last words he had said to her.
“Curse you,” she whispered angrily, slamming the empty glass down so hard that it shattered. It lay scattered on the mahogany table which her arm was resting on, and some parts clung to her smooth and pale palm of her hand which was coated with a layer of blood. The red mixed with glittering pieces reminded her of the last morning she had spent with Vladimr and the pearls of dew which had been beaded on the green grass. From the distance, they resembled tiny bulbs of silver spread on a stretched emerald velvet cloth.
“Curse you,” she murmured again, no knowing if she was saying it to herself or to the boy with the blue-streaked black hair which had disappeared from her life a few months ago. Her eyes which were glassy and staring pinned their gaze to a moving photo hanging on the wall framed with silver embedded in emerald stone. Two innocent lovers; or what she used to have thought every time she snuggled under her warm covers, soon hoping that there would be another to share her warmth. But no. She knew that she was alone now. She had set him free from her, and to live his life in freedom and true love with another.
The lips which longed for the touch of the one she missed so had paled to a stark white – a massive difference from the usual rose/tan colour. A sneer slowly spread across them, a sarcastic and twisted smile as she turned to admire her ghostly appearance in a long, wooden framed mirror. The black hair had begun its fading, and flesh was carved away by stress on her already thin face. Green eyes were pleading for company and a warm consoling touch, though they knew that he would never return.
Her bleeding hand slowly reached out to the knife that lay on a small plate Swiss cheese that lay next to the empty wine bottle. It was more of a dagger, a dagger which had been thrust through her heart, cutting it into to two identical pieces. One part was taken away, while the other was left to die.
She sat back in her chair, tired of rotting in the blasted manor of her home. All the time, she would hear people walking past her locked bedroom door chattering away with their friends. She had put her life on hold, waiting for Vladimr to return. Vaguely, she wondered if he was enjoying it. Rage filled her at this thought, and without a moment’s hesitation, she swept the empty wine bottle from her desk and sent it flying through the air at the mirror which reflected the poor state she was in.
A smashing sound broke the uncomfortable silence, breaking both the wine bottle and the mirror. Damn all bad luck, as if she cared. She was in Hell already. The girl shut her eyes, uncorking another bottle of wine. She knew that it wouldn’t erase his memory or the time that they had spent together. And it couldn’t get rid of her mind remember the promises that he had made to her.
Promises that he had broken.
Sitting in a chair in an empty house and next to a fire that was dying out, she regretted everything that had happened. But, most of all, she regretted letting herself love him.
Because the memory of his love would haunt her for the rest of her days… be it years or in numbered hours. For suicide was the first thing on the list of what Shayde was going to do next…
I remain your most humble Durmstrang Institute member,
~ Shayde Ophelia Silvergate
[In real life, are you 13 years old or older?] Current Age: 13
[Name:] Shayde Ophelia Silvergate
[Age:] 11 *
[Birth date:] 6th April, 1995
[Year:] First Year *
[Bloodline:] Pureblood
[Wand:] Wood – Elder, Length – 13 Inches, Core – Dementor Fingernail.
[Broom:] Shayde’s broom is the latest model, the Firebolt. Her family is: Just. That. Rich. Live with it.
[Physical Description:] Shayde is a Pureblood, but is a mix of French, English and various parts of Asia. Her appearance is rather different – thick, elbow-length black hair, startling vivid green eyes, fair skin… etc. She is skinny, but without the appearance of being starved. She is a small and short girl of her age, average in weight and has already grown out of her chubby stage. Shayde wouldn’t be classified as beautiful, pretty or cute, but more exotic, different, odd and strange. A thin jagged scar runs smoothly down her left cheek from an incident when she was very young. Still a child, Shayde has no interest in makeup, accessories, jewellery… etc. Unlike most girls, she isn’t the cute, happy, bouncing around type of girl. Leaning towards the dark, gloomy side, Shayde expresses herself by simply wearing her usual Durmstrang robes of blood red.
[Personality:] An extremely arrogant girl, Shayde is very proud and superior. She feels that she is better than all others, and that all are to bow before her. Yes, a strange mind for one so young. Her way of thinking and ‘maturity’ as some call it comes from her parents. Dark, mysterious and brooding, Shayde is the typical sterotype Slytherin-Malfoy type girl, though she isn’t sleek, sly or handsome. However, she is cunning and has great ambitions that some never dream of.
[Strengths:] Shayde’s best and number one strength would be her extremely sharp tongue. She is good with words and is very fond of lashing an insult or comeback to whomever she sees unfit to exist in her world. Shayde is independent, and feels not at all left out when she has no friends or when her reputation is down the drain. She feels that she herself is the most important and that because her simple brain feels that the world is revolving around her, all the ups are supposed to happen and the downs are because everyone else is too stupid to know that she is better than them.
[Weaknesses:] Ahh, to weaknesses now, are we? Well, Shayde is claustrophobic, and absolutely hates small and inclosed spaces. Her self-esteem is boosted up by taunting people as she slowly realises that she is only one person in the world and that not everything goes smoothly in life.
[Place of Birth:] Paris, France. Shayde is French, but only stayed in France for a few years before moving away. Otherwise, she would have attended Beauxbatons.
[Nationality:] Currently, she lives in Bulgaria, which is the reason why she attends Durmstrang. Even though she was born as a French citizen, she is now officially Bulgarian.
[Languages:] English, French, but surprisingly, Shayde cannot speak Bulgarian very well.
[Parents:] Shayde’s father, Nicholas Silver, is English, where her mother Gabryé Gates is part English, French and Asian. Her parents met in Paris, married and settled down before having to move to Bulgaria due to Nicholas’s work problems. (Her name is her father’s and her mother’s surnames put together.)
[Siblings:] Shayde is an only child, so she has no siblings.
[History:] ((Not exactly up-to-date, but about it.))
Born on 6th April in France, Shayde Ophelia Silvergate descends from a great and long line of pureblood witches and wizards and is an only child in the Silvergate family. She lived in Paris for seven years until her parents moved to Bulgaria.
Shayde had been interested in magic from a very young age. She had wanted to go to a magic school since the age of 6, and was very impatient to turn 11 so she could receive a letter and get enrolled. Her love of magic had caused a few catastrophes though. Once, Shayde had taken her mother's wand and tried to water the garden after she had learnt that Aguamenti was the incantation for a fountain of water to emit from the tip of a wand. But it was a 6th grade spell, and somehow Shayde had started a fire which had nearly burnt down the Silvergate Mansion. From then on, Shayde had been afraid of fire, even heat, and kept well away from it. Still, it was something from a young child of her age.
There, her father Nicholas found a job at the Ministry in the Department for Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Her mother Gabryé became a nurse at St. Mungos. Gabryé attended Beauxbatons while Nicholai went to Hogwarts. They met in France and became married. Both her parents were well known for their arrogance and belief in pureblood superiority, and Shayde inherited this.
Shayde always stood out, because of her appearance. Unlike French and English people who usually had blonde or brown hair, she had thick wavy black hair down to about elbow length. Her eyes were a startling vivid green, two identical emerald stones that were capable of fixing people with a cold stare. Shayde has a thin mouth which rarely smiles, and slightly pointed face with pale skin – she had already grown out of the chubby stage. She wasn't exactly what people would call pretty, just different.
Shayde is 4'9” feel tall and weighs 99 lbs. She is slim and flexible from dancing at a young age and plays three instruments – the piano, the flute and the harp. She wants to learn the violin as well. She practises almost every night in the Girls' Dormitory, which can get very annoying when it's late. Music is her greatest passion. Next to it is Quidditch. She hopes to get on the Quidditch Team. She also loves art and sculpturing figures from small pieces of wood, and would be seen a lot outside, sketching a small bird or animal to pin onto her wall next to her bed.
Shayde's casual dressing style is rather plain. Usually it is just a simple dark coloured robe with a matching cloak. She doesn't mind the Durmstrang robes – in fact she thinks that the red goes well in a Christmassy contrast with her eye colour. She wears no makeup and is not at all fashion conscious. One of her downsides is that she has trouble dressing up for formals, parties and balls.
Shayde speaks two languages superbly – English and French. Strangely, she had not been able to pick up Bulgarian as well. She has a hint of French accent in her voice and when she speaks very fast though, many people cannot understand her because her accent makes it difficult and before you know it, she starts jabbering away in French. This is another slight downside for when she is excited or when it is an emergency, she often has to repeat herself a few times.
Shayde has a high self-esteem and deals with stress well. She is independent, strong and never breaks down in front of people. Her sharp tongue is her number one weapon and she cannot survive one day without using the word “Mudblood” to taunt a Muggle born. She is used to living on an hourly basis, never planning what was to happen next. She absolutely despises school, but love Astronomy which is one of her favourite subjects and hobbies. She can be a real perfectionist at spelling and grammar at times, and she would get really annoyed if she forgot to put in a full stop somewhere. Shayde hasn't any abilities as of yet, but is eager to learn.
Her wand is of 13 inch long elder wood, containing a single Dementor fingernail in its core. Apart from her wand, Shayde hasn't any other special items, except for a silver ring with Memento Mori (remember you will die) which she wears around her neck that she is very attached to. Reason? You'll find out soon enough…
[Special Talents/Info:] Please be realistic...and this is pretty self-explanatory. What are their talents? Or is there any other information you would like to give out about them?
[Favorite Class/Worst Class:] Astronomy/Transfiguration
[Owl, Cat, Toad, Rat, or Tarantula?] Cat named Noiré (nwah-ray).
[Anything Else?] Nice site.
[Writing sample:] ((Okay, this is a role play that I posted on Xauror.com as a Slytherin character. It certainly isn’t my best, but it’s just a sample of my role playing.))
The girl swirled her firewhiskey in the glass, her head slightly spinning from the amount of alcohol she had consumed that day. Watching the wine coat the crystal sides of the goblet thinly before trickling down due to the force of gravity, she lifted it to her lips and downed the rest of it. It left a bittersweet taste in the mouth as she let the wine slide over her tongue and down her throat. Burning all the way down her chest, it failed to erase the memory of his lips locked on her… or bring back the last words he had said to her.
“Curse you,” she whispered angrily, slamming the empty glass down so hard that it shattered. It lay scattered on the mahogany table which her arm was resting on, and some parts clung to her smooth and pale palm of her hand which was coated with a layer of blood. The red mixed with glittering pieces reminded her of the last morning she had spent with Vladimr and the pearls of dew which had been beaded on the green grass. From the distance, they resembled tiny bulbs of silver spread on a stretched emerald velvet cloth.
“Curse you,” she murmured again, no knowing if she was saying it to herself or to the boy with the blue-streaked black hair which had disappeared from her life a few months ago. Her eyes which were glassy and staring pinned their gaze to a moving photo hanging on the wall framed with silver embedded in emerald stone. Two innocent lovers; or what she used to have thought every time she snuggled under her warm covers, soon hoping that there would be another to share her warmth. But no. She knew that she was alone now. She had set him free from her, and to live his life in freedom and true love with another.
The lips which longed for the touch of the one she missed so had paled to a stark white – a massive difference from the usual rose/tan colour. A sneer slowly spread across them, a sarcastic and twisted smile as she turned to admire her ghostly appearance in a long, wooden framed mirror. The black hair had begun its fading, and flesh was carved away by stress on her already thin face. Green eyes were pleading for company and a warm consoling touch, though they knew that he would never return.
Her bleeding hand slowly reached out to the knife that lay on a small plate Swiss cheese that lay next to the empty wine bottle. It was more of a dagger, a dagger which had been thrust through her heart, cutting it into to two identical pieces. One part was taken away, while the other was left to die.
She sat back in her chair, tired of rotting in the blasted manor of her home. All the time, she would hear people walking past her locked bedroom door chattering away with their friends. She had put her life on hold, waiting for Vladimr to return. Vaguely, she wondered if he was enjoying it. Rage filled her at this thought, and without a moment’s hesitation, she swept the empty wine bottle from her desk and sent it flying through the air at the mirror which reflected the poor state she was in.
A smashing sound broke the uncomfortable silence, breaking both the wine bottle and the mirror. Damn all bad luck, as if she cared. She was in Hell already. The girl shut her eyes, uncorking another bottle of wine. She knew that it wouldn’t erase his memory or the time that they had spent together. And it couldn’t get rid of her mind remember the promises that he had made to her.
Promises that he had broken.
Sitting in a chair in an empty house and next to a fire that was dying out, she regretted everything that had happened. But, most of all, she regretted letting herself love him.
Because the memory of his love would haunt her for the rest of her days… be it years or in numbered hours. For suicide was the first thing on the list of what Shayde was going to do next…
I remain your most humble Durmstrang Institute member,
~ Shayde Ophelia Silvergate
