Greengrass, Daphne Quentessa

[Daphne Greengrass]

DAPHNE QUENTESSA GREENGRASS ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Daphne, Quentess, Greengrass.
( NICKNAMES ) : Queenie, Duffykins
( SEX ) : female
( BLOOD TYPE ) : pureblood of course
( AGE & DOB ) : sixteen, March 12th, 1980
( YEAR ) : 6th
( HOUSE ) : slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : death eater
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : 12 inches, unicorn tail, cherry, engraved word in the side: "silence"

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :
+ Slytherins
+ Detention
+ Defense against the Dark Arts
+ Terrorizing younger students
+ Being accepted by others
+ Being a pureblood
+ Being a Death Eater
+ Her family, and their closeness
+ Being in the Slytherin girl “clique”
+ Thinking that the impending war will end in her favor
( DISLIKES ) :
+ Mudbloods
+ Muggles
+ Half-breeds
+ Her name
+ Being shouted at
+ Verbal arguments
+ Bruises
+ Showing emotion (love, sympathy, etc.)
+ School work
( STRENGTHS ) :
+ Fighting
+ Witty comments
+ Rebellion
+ Magical Ability
+ Being cold-hearted
+ Hiding secrets
( WEAKNESSES ) :
+ Slytherin Boys
+ Getting out of an argument
+ Over-thinking things
+ Panic attacks
+ Taking things out on her friends
+ Her sister
( RIDDIKULUS! ) :death- represented by the grim reaper
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :Getting instantaneously accepted into Slytherin house, Pansy Parkinson becoming her best friend
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Her biggest fear is to lose herself in her image, and accidentally become nothing but a classic Slytherin stereotype.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : marry for love
( PET PEEVES ) :
+innocence
+fear
+boys

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : My hair is a caramel brown, and it is boringly straight. It takes ages to get it curly, but usually I leave it as is. To hell with people who actually give a damn.
( EYES ) : My eyes are a warm brown and they are unusually clear, they are my best feature. Because of a little Transfiguration mis-hap in fourth year, whenever I am particularly pissed off, my eyes shoot up in flames. Painless of course, but once it singed my hair, leaving me to have bangs.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : oval, chin is normal, not invisible, not huge. My eyebrows are horrid. Seriously. Wretched. I hate them, and they are things people notice. My sister says they are quirky, but she’s lying. I have a tattoo on my lower back of a butterfly. Hey, not so quick at thinking I am soft. I like butterflies, I am a female and I am allowed to have winged preferences.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : I have an athletic build, I play quidditch and I love to jog in the afternoons when the weather’s nice.I am average height, not a midget and not freakishly tall. 5’6 isn’t too horrible. I am satisfied with my weight, 129 pounds is pretty descent. I’ve been told many times I have a hot body, so I am not concerned.
( ATTIRE ) : it varys. I don't subscribe to labels.
( SUMMARY ) : I have been called many things, but ugly is certainly not one of them. I am pretty thin, my hair isn’t all that exciting, but it isn’t wild either. I love my eyes and I am comfortable in my own skin. That’s pretty important in the whole being a Slytherin thing I suppose.
( PLAY-BY ) : Mila Kunis

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) : Randolph Greengrass and Claire Greengrass
( SIBLINGS ) : Astoria, 15, Slytherin
( OTHERS ) : none
( HISTORY ) : was born on March 12th, 1980. I was the only child of Randolph and Claire Greengrass. As soon as I could speak, they trained specific ways of living into my head. Things like how to be a proper pureblood and how to bring honor to the Greengrass name were drilled into my brain at a young age. With a chip on my shoulder the size of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic, I was quite a mean toddler. Though, my parents thought this was a good sign, my younger sister Astoria was often the victim of my evil ways, though as my sister became hardened as well, we actually grew to like one another.

My first sign of magic was when I was six years old. Throwing a tantrum, I stomped my foot and the whole mansion shook, resulting in broken windows in all four floors. To say the least, my parents were both happy and angered at the broken windows. Nonetheless, I shrugged and kept playing with my doll, which eventually the head mysteriously “disappeared”.

At age eight, I was introduced to a soon-to-be Slytherin boy who lived next door to us for ages. Both of our fathers were Death Eaters and so we were destined to be at least acquaintances from the very beginning. He had a younger sister who got on Astoria’s ever loving last nerve. Once I arrived back home from the sniveling boy's Afternoon Tea Party, my mum told me that I was going o marry him someday. I frowned, stuck my tongue out and retorted, “You’re mental if you think I’m going along with that.” Then little Astoria replied and looked to our father, “Daddy! I want to marry a prince when I grow up!”

At age eleven I was sent a letter from a school I had been raised upon. Everything I had ever known was all verified in this one letter. I had been invited to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On September first 1991, I went through platform 9¾ and I saw the magnificent Hogwarts Express. Then I knew my real place in this world. Here. Something just erupted inside of me. A feeling that had been missing before. I felt like I happened upon something that had been hidden in my closet, and I had found it by accident. It just felt… right. Without even a proper goodbye to my family, I rushed onto the Express. So many people that I would soon come to know.

My sorting was my second favorite part of that day. My name was called and a build up of anxious knots twisted in my stomach. I sat on the stool and closed my eyes, biting my lip. I hadn’t even noticed that the hat even touched my head before there was a yell in my ear, “SLYTHERIN!” I jumped and blinked, my eyes opening as a shout and cheers came from the Slytherin table. So many familiar faces greeted me at the table. I felt I truly belonged somewhere for once.

My first year went swimmingly. The infamous Harry Potter was apparently in my year. I knew him only as an impure little swizz who only stood in Voldemort’s way, causing the Dark Lord to almost vanished into thin air. That was not in my plans, nor my fathers. Or in my best friend’s interests either, Pansy’s aspirations were very similar to mine. The cliché Slytherin girls, bred for one purpose, and one purpose only. To join the cause.

That summer was so slow. Going to those publicity events with all the proper Slytherins was so boring. She wanted to be back at school, not to do school work of course, but to be with her friends. Pansy was there, but having to see the neighbor boy was torturous. We had been forced upon each other, like magnets with the same poles. He was such a… ugh.

Second year was rather uneventful. Truly a let down. The high point of second year was when I was learning the knee-reversal hex and “accidentally” had bad aim at a poor Hufflepuff first year. Poor dear walked backwards for a week! That detention was magnificent. Just “cleaning” the trophy room for a few hours. Honestly, for a squib, Filch is a whole new level of incompetent. My mother had taught me a few tricks for spells around the house, once the oaf left the room to feed his feline lover, all I had to do was wave a wand!

Third year was truly where my story nose dived like a plane stalled that started speeding toward earth at Godspeed. This was the year that started my wasting of three years of my life. Three years of my life, GONE! Never to be re-done! That wretched boy and I… actually started to not hate each other. If I could go back I would knee him in the groin and be done with it. But my thirteen year old naïve self, reacted differently. I kissed him, rather I let him kiss me. Any feeling other than hatred was a foreign language to me at that point. The eruption of confusion in my stomach was awful enough, to add on something more horrid… was terrible. That’s correct. Astoria Greengrass attended Hogwarts that year. The start of a beautiful… disaster. Through fourth year I was with the boy next door.

Being close to him was difficult. I never made the first move, always indifferent, never making a choice, or suggesting anything. The only thing I offered up really was a conversation, even then it was light. Eventually, it became the norm to feel sort of at odds and awkward. But at our age, how was it supposed to be anything different? He was fifteen and I was fourteen. We were just kids. Fourth year seems so far back, but when you think about it… it was only two years ago. But, I began to grow more… stable. I started to get used to it, stop over thinking and just being in a relationship. Even though we had been together for a year, it never felt serious… but both of us knew that one year, was just the beginning to our fate.

Fifth year was the year my parents truly let me fall into their life plan for me. I was dating the boy they had selected for me, I made decent grades, I got along with Slytherins my age, and I HATED giving them that satisfaction. I had to do something to get them out of my hair. I didn’t want to be their perfect child, I wanted to be me! And I wished I had stuck to what I had done. Damn Gryffindor was two years older than me, and had to leave. That is correct. I cheated on the boy with a Seventh year Gryffindor. Pureblood, of course. He was brave is all. Nothing really wrong with him, just the fact that he was a Gryffindor. But, I never told the boy. It was a secret I would take to the grave.

It was just a feeling I knew. Rebellion and backstabbing were a second nature to me. I couldn’t help myself. It just… felt natural, just not… right. I realized then that I couldn’t be tied down much longer. I had to get free of this relationship. But secretly, I knew that the only reason I had to, was because I loved him. The guilt was eating away at me, and I just couldn’t be one of those girls. That is when the panic attacks started, and the weakness began.

That summer I gave myself completely and totally to the boy. Don’t ask me how it happened! I don’t know! I told you I was weak! I was losing myself. You can’t blame me for that! You can blame me for everything else, but not this! I was in love! You can’t be strong and in love at the same time! Especially with eyes like his! And then, as if it was just meant to ruin my life, I was suddenly engaged to be married. To the boy I swore I would never, ever, in a million years, end up with.

But, a secret came up through the cracks. He kissed Tracey Davis. That was my chance. I could be freed from this. She was giving me an out I had never asked for. I used this as an excuse to break it off with him. One thing was clear, I owed Tracey Davis, and I owed the boy. The boy I had wasted three years with, also wasted three years with me. And… I still loved him. But somehow I knew… I’d never let myself be his again. I didn’t want a life that was forced upon me, yes I wanted a marriage, and I wanted children, but I wanted to fall in love with whomever I wanted, not what was the ideal that my parents had selected!

So, upon my breaking it off with him I had to talk to my parents to talk about my options. I remembered the awkward silence, leading up to that conversation. The elegant meal set in front of me, yet I had no desire to eat it. All I could think about was breaking it to my parents. I bit my lip looking at my parents, one on each side of the large table, taking up most of the dining room and said at barely a whisper, “I don’t want the future you picked for me.” My mother lifted a brow glancing at me, “Well what is it that you do want?” I stuttered looking to my father and back to my mother, “I-I want my own life.” My father took a bite of the meal in front of him, “And what is so wrong with your life now?” I chewed on my bottom lip, “I want to know if there is any way out of this arranged marriage.”

“A way out?” my mother said hesitantly, “I thought you liked that boy?” I spoke up, twirling a fork in my fingers, “Liked mom. Past tense. I don’t want to ever see him again, and I certainly never want to be married to him… I mean, you’ve always raised me to be independent and not let people push me around, correct?” My mother nodded, “That is true, but we only picked him for you, for your own good. We believe that would be best for you.” Daphne nodded, “and I appreciate that, and I’m thankful that you care about my future, but… could I decide that… on my own?” My father cleared his throat, wiping his face wit his napkin, “Well… how do we know that you will choose someone who is good for you? I mean, you deserve the best Slytherin male, and I don’t want you to end up an old maid either.” I raised my brows, “I… I guess you’ll just have to trust me.” My parents looked to each other across the table and nodded, “Fine… but... on one condition.” I nodded, smiling widely,"I'll do anything." My father deathly looked at me, "you will become a death eater."

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Jenny
( AGE ) : 15
( EXPERIENCE ) :four years
( CONTACT INFO ) : jus pm me kay?
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : i created this monstrosity!
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : can be of any quality or quantity, and from any site genre you wish.

JENNA LYNN SIMMONS made her way down the shifting staircases, about to indulge in a once-a-year treat. Since her third year she had come to the mysterious room on the fourth floor that held a single mirror. It was around noon so no one would be in there. She was skipping lunch and probably her next class of the day. This mirror, the Mirror of Erised, was a dangerous thing. People got addicted to it easily as they watched a reflection that told them things they wished. She went to this room every year, once a year. She didn't want to over-do it.

SHE TURNED THE cold knob on the rusted door and peeked inside. No one was there. A white tarp covered the extrememly tall mirror. Her pixy-like exterior looked silly, taking on such a large tarp and bringing it to the floor, watching the dust fall around her like snow flakes. From an angle, all she saw was her reflection. Her eyes with dark circles clouding her turquoise eyes, an her hair, falling in wilted curls around her face. Though she looked a lot better than a few weeks ago. Her new medication was working like a charm. She had far less headaches and actually thought in her own mindset for hours at a time. She was actually beginning to feel... normal.

THESE DAYS SHE began keeping to herself. Since she didn't hear everything, she didn't have a sarcastic comment. She saw people differently... and for once in her life, she didn't know how to talk to people. She didn't have a little cheat cheat on what to say or do with certain people. She didn't hae the need to talk to people anymore. She didn't know all about everyone's life. She had been waiting so long to have this curse lifted, and now she realized that the curse is what made her unique, and she didn't really know how to live without it. But in a few hours time, she could take a break from normality and get back to being her own version of normal.

SHE SAT ON the floor, looking at her reflection, as the images around her started to change. Her brother was seated to her left. They were on a beach, she was in a bathing suit, sitting on her surfboard in the sand. All of the scars that ran across her body, were gone. Her hair was damp with the sea air and the sun shone brightly on her skin. She whispered softly to the blonde boy next to her in the mirror, "Hey Dustin. I miss you." The boy smiled and nodded to her. She wished he could talk. She wanted to hear his voice so bad. And memories just weren’t enough. She looked at him and began to speak to him, “They found something that will fix the readings… I’m not too sure I want to keep using it.” He furrowed his brow at her, asking why. She sighed, “It makes me… just like everyone else. I don’t know how to reach out to people anymore. I only have a few friends and I barely ever see them anymore.” He nodded and patted her back in the reflection. She smiled softly, “I wish you were here Dustin. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so alone.” Just then she heard the turning of the knob. Who could that be?

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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