Post by Sessilia Catcheserpante on Jun 18, 2010 18:54:54 GMT -5
Sessilia
Full Name: Sessilia Jenalie Catcheserpante
Alias: Sess
Age: 16
Birth date: October 30th
Sex: Female
Likes: Dark Arts, Unforgivable Curses, Snakes, Knives, Night, Magic, and Flying.
Dislikes: Daylight, Frogs, Goodness in people, Emotions.
Secrets: Sessilia is very against anything to do with the good parts of life. Plus, surprisingly, she hates frogs.
Languages Known: French, English
Wand: 9' Ebony Unicorn tail Hair
Personality:
Sessilia is soft spoken, much like an angel but don't let her tone confuse you. Her heart is cold, and her temper is like a poison whip snapping to your veins. Refuses to get close to much of anyone, because interest in normal relationships is something she doesn't believe in. She holds herself up well, and maintains every thing around her generally peacefully. Sessilia won't start something that isn't meant to be started, unless it was something sent to her from somewhere above.
Sessilia generally stays to herself most of the times, and enjoys sitting in the dark by lakes, rivers, streams and various other bodies of water. She is constantly drawing in the black, leather bound notebook she is always carrying with her, but no one ever sees what's in it. She doesn't like to socialize, and hates when she gets forced to do group projects with her peers. Usually, she will sit and do everything necessary alone.
There isn't much anyone knows about her, other than the only thing she does is mumble under her breath to something. No one has ever known what it was, but many stay away from her due to this.
Hair: White blond with purple tint, straight, mid-back length.
Eyes: Emerald Green, with tiny specks of black around the pupil.
Height: 5'4
Build: Slim
Play-By/Face Claim: Miss-Mosh
Current Affiliation: Death Eater
Mother: Died at birth, name is completely unknown.
Father: Ran off prior to birth, only knowledge of him is last name. Has attempted to find him, but with no such luck.
Siblings(s): None, to her knowledge.
Spouse: None.
History:
Sessilia was born in a small town outside of London. A man was there for her birth and took her to an orphanage stating her mother's death. Prior to her birth, her father had run off because he had other business to attend to with the Lord. Growing up in the orphanage was somewhat hard for her in the beginning, but she never realized that everyone else around her was not like her. There were times where she would do things, or cause things that made absolutely no sense to her or people around her. The people who took care of her at the orphanage used to just call her special, but she could hear them behind closed doors speaking harshly calling her a freak, strange, and that there was something wrong with her. She was too perfect, they would say. Not a flaw on the porcelain skin, not a fringe on the white blond hair.
Many parents had come in, and tried to get her. Something would take them away, and make them change their minds. Those parents she always met with, always left with someone else.
But as a child, Sessilia would smile, and laugh. She would attempt to play but with no prevail. All the children wouldn't be around her. She grew to understand that this is how things were supposed to be. She was supposed to be alone. She understood this at an early age, and started tampering with the weird things she could do. One day, when she was 6 years old, she found a snake in the playground that seemed to be drawn toward her. At first she was scared, but then she became curious. The snake hissed toward her, but she felt as though fear was not necessary. Looking around she thought she was crazy, but all the other children continued to play. She looked down, and the snake seemed to stare at her. He slithered up her arm, and into her hair, his white body meshing with her blond hair, she kept him as the only thing she cared for.
At the age of 11 she got a letter in the mail stating that she was a witch. Which just made life a little bit harder on her, since now the orphanage wanted to rid of her as soon as possible. They sent her to Hogwarts as soon as they could with all of her belongings.
When she got there, she was confused. The sorting hat didn't even take a second to think or speak, just said Slytherin. She excelled at most all her classes, and did great on the others. The ones she usually had trouble with were the ones that involved socializing. Her work was superior than most, but she didn't pay any means to it. Her snake, Mistoff, became her only friend still to this day.
As she got older, the Death Eaters finally found her and marked her as their own. She hides her mark, and hopes that no one ever finds out what she really is, due to the unfortunate circumstances that would lead with their knowledge. Occasionally, someone pulls her out of school to do the bidding for them, and then she comes back as though nothing had ever happened..
When it comes down to it, you rely on yourself, and no one else. A phrase she'd never forget.
Full Name: Sessilia Jenalie Catcheserpante
Alias: Sess
Age: 16
Birth date: October 30th
Sex: Female
Likes: Dark Arts, Unforgivable Curses, Snakes, Knives, Night, Magic, and Flying.
Dislikes: Daylight, Frogs, Goodness in people, Emotions.
Secrets: Sessilia is very against anything to do with the good parts of life. Plus, surprisingly, she hates frogs.
Languages Known: French, English
Wand: 9' Ebony Unicorn tail Hair
Personality:
Sessilia is soft spoken, much like an angel but don't let her tone confuse you. Her heart is cold, and her temper is like a poison whip snapping to your veins. Refuses to get close to much of anyone, because interest in normal relationships is something she doesn't believe in. She holds herself up well, and maintains every thing around her generally peacefully. Sessilia won't start something that isn't meant to be started, unless it was something sent to her from somewhere above.
Sessilia generally stays to herself most of the times, and enjoys sitting in the dark by lakes, rivers, streams and various other bodies of water. She is constantly drawing in the black, leather bound notebook she is always carrying with her, but no one ever sees what's in it. She doesn't like to socialize, and hates when she gets forced to do group projects with her peers. Usually, she will sit and do everything necessary alone.
There isn't much anyone knows about her, other than the only thing she does is mumble under her breath to something. No one has ever known what it was, but many stay away from her due to this.
Hair: White blond with purple tint, straight, mid-back length.
Eyes: Emerald Green, with tiny specks of black around the pupil.
Height: 5'4
Build: Slim
Play-By/Face Claim: Miss-Mosh
Current Affiliation: Death Eater
Mother: Died at birth, name is completely unknown.
Father: Ran off prior to birth, only knowledge of him is last name. Has attempted to find him, but with no such luck.
Siblings(s): None, to her knowledge.
Spouse: None.
History:
Sessilia was born in a small town outside of London. A man was there for her birth and took her to an orphanage stating her mother's death. Prior to her birth, her father had run off because he had other business to attend to with the Lord. Growing up in the orphanage was somewhat hard for her in the beginning, but she never realized that everyone else around her was not like her. There were times where she would do things, or cause things that made absolutely no sense to her or people around her. The people who took care of her at the orphanage used to just call her special, but she could hear them behind closed doors speaking harshly calling her a freak, strange, and that there was something wrong with her. She was too perfect, they would say. Not a flaw on the porcelain skin, not a fringe on the white blond hair.
Many parents had come in, and tried to get her. Something would take them away, and make them change their minds. Those parents she always met with, always left with someone else.
But as a child, Sessilia would smile, and laugh. She would attempt to play but with no prevail. All the children wouldn't be around her. She grew to understand that this is how things were supposed to be. She was supposed to be alone. She understood this at an early age, and started tampering with the weird things she could do. One day, when she was 6 years old, she found a snake in the playground that seemed to be drawn toward her. At first she was scared, but then she became curious. The snake hissed toward her, but she felt as though fear was not necessary. Looking around she thought she was crazy, but all the other children continued to play. She looked down, and the snake seemed to stare at her. He slithered up her arm, and into her hair, his white body meshing with her blond hair, she kept him as the only thing she cared for.
At the age of 11 she got a letter in the mail stating that she was a witch. Which just made life a little bit harder on her, since now the orphanage wanted to rid of her as soon as possible. They sent her to Hogwarts as soon as they could with all of her belongings.
When she got there, she was confused. The sorting hat didn't even take a second to think or speak, just said Slytherin. She excelled at most all her classes, and did great on the others. The ones she usually had trouble with were the ones that involved socializing. Her work was superior than most, but she didn't pay any means to it. Her snake, Mistoff, became her only friend still to this day.
As she got older, the Death Eaters finally found her and marked her as their own. She hides her mark, and hopes that no one ever finds out what she really is, due to the unfortunate circumstances that would lead with their knowledge. Occasionally, someone pulls her out of school to do the bidding for them, and then she comes back as though nothing had ever happened..
When it comes down to it, you rely on yourself, and no one else. A phrase she'd never forget.
