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com aim ; OMGxJILL yim ; missxprongs [b]How Did You Find Us?:[/b][/SIZE] well, i own the site. [align=center][SIZE=7]t h e c h a r a c t e r[/SIZE][/align] [SIZE=0] [b]Character Name:[/b] Dominique Leslie Neomi [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Character Birthday:[/b] September 30 [b]Character Age:[/b] twenty-one [b]Cannon or Not?:[/b] cannon, baby! [b]Personality:[/b] It's quite hard to describe Dominique in words. She is such a dynamic character, that many just don't want to bother trying to put her personality into words. Most would say that Dominique is an energetic, fun loving person. She is known to be an artist, being very talented in all art-related areas. She was never into athletics, and the only sport that she really does play is tennis. She does swim, but she doesn't do it often enough for her to add it to her regime. Dominique is very normal in terms of her personality. She is not bitch, but yet she is not as sweet as sugar. She has her days, and many people do know that. She is quite a kind person, but if she doesn't like you, then you can guarantee that she will not be nice to you. Dominique is very self-sufficient, and she doesn't like to rely on others for the things that she wants. She is known for some of her bad habits, but these habits do not change her character at all. Dominique is very good at setting goals, as well as achieving them. If she does not achieve them, she will do whatever it takes to make up for what she did not achieve. She is scared of only three things, which would be: Clowns, heights, and being closed in small rooms. She then turns to her habits to face these fears. She normally would have a cigarette, have a drink, or bite her nails. She is not quite sure how she is going to kick her smoking habit, but she believes that it will happen soon. [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Goals:[/b] /// to be a model /// to quite her smoking habit /// to have some fun with her modeling experience [b]Hobbies:[/b] .modeling .singing .dancing .acting .reading .writing [b]Likes: [/b] .modeling .singing .dancing .acting .reading .writing .kissing .boys .girls .tennis .a-list celebrities .coffee .journalism .music .television [b]Dislikes:[/b] .video games .posers .cheesy movies .gossip .rumors .pressure .b-list celebrities .clowns .soccer .jogging [b]Strengths:[/b] [b]Weaknesses:[/b] [/size] [align=center][SIZE=7]o t h e r[/SIZE][/align] [size=0] [b]Roleplay Sample:[/b]
He couldn't believe that he was returning to Hogwarts. After what he was involved with last year, he couldn’t believe he was allowed to return. I'd guess if you know the right people, and the right people know you, it is highly possible to get exactly what you want. Draco Malfoy definitely new the right people. He was very well connected- no his father was, but that does not mean Draco wasn't either. He watched the sun gleam down onto the train, making it extremely warmer than he was used to. He sat in the usual compartment he sat in every year. The décor was always the same, soft red and blue cushions, securely fastened in the oak seats. He tapped his foot softly on the carpeted floor, his foot not making much sound. He blinked as he continued feel as though he didn't belong at Hogwarts anymore. This did not stop him from continuing with his seventh year of schooling at Hogwarts. He exhaled deeply as he rubbed his left lower arm, he could feel a burning sensation on it. He blinked again feeling it, but he didn't let it get to him. Draco was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black and green striped tee-shirt. It had been requested by McGonagall that he wore muggle clothes as he went to the London train station. He smirked as he felt the joyful sensation that he would be returning. He didn't even know why he wanted to go back, he didn't even like being there half the time, but now he felt it as important. Although guilt was racing through his veins, pumping through his body, during every waking moment; If he hadn't followed in his fathers footsteps and became a Death Eater, Dumbledore wouldn't have died. He always felt guilty about his, his calm pale face haunted him, he really didn't want to kill him- and Dumbledore knew it. He ran his thin fingers through his white blond hair, and smirked again. It just happened to be a habit. Draco had become exceedingly thinner throughout the summer and he knew why. He grasped his wrist tightly, and he looked around hopefully. He hoped that someone would see him for who he was, he wasn't a killer- he was just a teenager, influenced by his parents, if people knew who he really was, people wouldn't look down on him, but look up to him. He ran his fingers through his blond hair once again. 'Would the Slytherins think of me the same way?' he wondered, remembering that his left arm was burning. 'I really hope they do, because I love being the "king".' He hoped that this was the end of being looked down on, maybe once he returned everyone would be cool with him. Who was he kidding? He did such a horrible thing, and He would never feel the same way about himself, ever. He held his breath cautiously, and looked around, hoping nobody was watching him. He really did want to be alone right now, and that was not usual for Malfoy, who was normally surrounded by a whole bunch of Slytherins. His heart began to pump faster, as he heard footsteps coming from his compartment, he wished now he could just become invisible, so nobody would find him. At least not right now, he hoped that nobody would enter. He hoped that he now, could just sit there, and wait to arrive. Maybe see Harry, and through a few taunts at him. He needed that now, to get his spirits up more than ever. Maybe see that Granger girl, have a little ‘fun’ with her. If anyone knew though what was behind all the taunts, and bullying; most would probably not like the result, at all. Maybe I should go and find someone, maybe a Gryffindor, to just taunt; it will probably make me feel better. That’s good, maybe that will help him, get his mind off what he had done, and maybe it would make him feel a little less guilty than before, you know? He hadn’t had much conversation with anyone during the summer, and his father wouldn’t even cross his eye. That made his summer even worse, knowing his father was truly disappointed in him. His pale gray eyes grew wider, and his stomach began to quietly rumble. When was the trolley coming? He wondered, looking outside the window, of the closed doors in his compartment. He hoped it would be arriving soon; he has been craving some pumpkin pasties for the whole summer. He clutched his money bag, which was inside the lower pocket of his jeans; he knew that the trolley came around this time. He then heard the squeaky wheels of the trolley, and then he heard the older lady that pushed it cry, “Would anybody like something sweet?” Draco jerked up from his seat, and took the money bag out. He quickly opened the compartment door, and walked up to the trolley. He was now thinking what he was going to get to eat. He gave the lady a wry smile and pondered for a moment. I really want some sugar quills, pumpkin pasties, and some… Acid Pops! “Uhh, I’ll have some sugar quills, pumpkin pasties, and an acid pop,” he said , sounding very cool, and calm. [b]Member Title:[/b] forgive my deadly SINS. [b]Celebrity Claim:[/b] Lindsay Lohan [b]Read The Rules?:[/b] durr. i wrote them.[/size]