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CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Sixteen
FACE CLAIM: Alejandra Alonso
YEAR: Sixth year
HOUSE: Slytherin
OCCUPATION: N/A
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: 10", dragon heartstring, vine wood.
PETS: N/A
ABILITIES: N/A
freestyle
"It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness."
-Leo Tolstoy
You are beautiful; there really is no sense in denying it. Your mother, who beams every time her gaze lands on you as if your good looks are her doing, never fails to remind you of fortune daily. She buys you the best of everything, the nicest dresses and the newest shoes. You are practically a walking advertisement for what is fashionable from the time you take your first steps. While your father has your older brother to groom into being Dominic Mercier 2.0, your mother has you as her living doll. Your days aren't spent playing with toys or running around the house. Instead, you are paraded around to your mother's friends while she brags about the new designer purse she imported from Italy just the other day for you.
It doesn't take long for you to connect the dots on just how much looks matter. Those who say that they don't, that beauty is mother than skin deep, are lying to themselves and to the rest of the world. It is your looks that get you free things, that has people bending over backwards to be in your good graces. When you get caught in fourth year with a bottle of fire whiskey, it only takes some flirting with the prefect who caught you to avoid punishment. Looks matter and because of this you are a perfectionist when it comes to your appearance. If you look grungy at all, it is because you went for it. You spend far too much time in front of the mirror or checking your reflection on the back of a spoon. It has made you vain and overly confident, an awful combination to have.
"Do you know how lucky you are to have a daughter who loves you so much?"
-Ingrid Ricks
Your mother may decide every day of your young life, but it is your father you set out to please. You have never had his respect, never his praise, and it is something that you long for. You want to make him proud, want to make him look at you like how he does your older brother. So you try. You do your best to show that you are just as clever as your sibling and just as determined. When that fails, you begin to rebel. It is the only time your father really talks to you, when you are in some kind of trouble. So you get into as much mischief as you can. At first it is simple things, such as lying to your mother about wearing her prized earrings. As the years go on, it evolves into sneaking out and partying and owls sent home by professors as you earn detention after detention. You reason that if he cares enough to punish you, than he must at least care about you to some degree.
"What strange creatures brothers are!"
-Jane Austin
The only person in your family you actually truly, deeply care about is your brother. It comes as surprise to many, who assume there to be a fierce sibling rivalry; which there is. You can't lie that it gives you pleasure everything you manage to outdo him in something. Yet, there is no one in the world who you are closer to, who knows all the fears you hide inside and try to pretend never exist. It is your brother who gives you the affection that should come from your parents but don't. You parents have never really been parents anyway. They had the two of you out of some kind of twisted Pureblood duty and desire to carry on the Mercier name. Sure, you may want to impress your father and have your parents love, but it is never a question that your brother loves you. It is your brother who keeps all your secrets, who you lie with during a thunderstorm that would shake the manor to its very foundation. There is nothing you wouldn't do for him. If he committed a murder, you would be be there in an instant with a shovel and a plan no questions asked. As far as you are concerned, your brother is your only family.
"Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends."
-The Sorting Hat.
Everyone has heard of the nasty stereotypes of Slytherin and honey, you fit all of them. Pride can be a terrible thing and you have tons of it. Always look out for number one. It is the motto you live by. After all, no one else is going to and your family name and connections can only get you so far in life. You learn to manipulate others, to plant ideas in their heads that always work out for your favor. Failing charms? Get that one Ravenclaw fifth year that follows you around like a lost puppy to do your next essay. Need something stronger than Butterbeer during your visit to Hogsmeade? Some eighteen year old will always offer to pay. You don't make friends; you make stepping stones to your goal. Failure is not an option once you set your mind to something and you face obstacles with a fierceness that knows no bounds.
"I drink to make other people more interesting."
-Ernest Hemingway
They say you have a problem. They say you party too hard and far too often from someone your age. These people you surround yourself with, these so called friends, think that they can tell what is good for you and you can't stand it. It is laughable. You do the logical thing and shrug off their concern, because you don't want to listen and in an act defiance, you step up your game. Soon you are staying out well into the morning hours and doing things with people that would have your parents locking you in a tower if they ever found out the truth. You're bored and looking for an escape and drinking makes everything better. Smoking comes hand in hand with the alcohol and you develop habits that would have your mother screaming. You spend most of your time at home on the roof puffing away on a cigarette you swiped from your father than actually inside with your family.
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, than you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
-Marilyn Monroe
Everything about love is a joke. Those that claim they are in love make you want to roll your eyes and the sappy situations in movies never fails to bring on the urge to vomit. You don't see the point in it all. That you would ever give someone the chance to to possibly break your heart is ridiculous. So instead you break theirs. You lead them along and have your fun, enjoying the attention and everything that comes with dating only to call it off the second the guy gets too clingy. Rumors spread about you that have no place in reality, but you don't see the point in stopping them. You doubt others will believe you anyway. You've built a reputation and now you have to live with it.
You meet him sometime between your fifth year and sixth year at a party and you can't seem to stay away. It isn't love, because you don't believe in love and make sure that is known. Your friends say it isn't healthy, what the two of you have going on but as always you ignore them and add it to the list of your growing reckless behavior. You refuse to call it a relationship because it isn't. The two of you argue like cats and dogs and nothing seems to go right for long. Jealousy is a constant companion and when you see him talking to some random Ravenclaw girl that looks a little too much like you, you turn to the Gryffindor boy you've been flirting with for over an hour and ask if he wants to go someplace a little more quiet. You tell yourself you don't need him; that you can leave whenever you want and he is no different from the other guys whose hearts you've tampered with. Too bad it never seems to work that way.
-Leo Tolstoy
You are beautiful; there really is no sense in denying it. Your mother, who beams every time her gaze lands on you as if your good looks are her doing, never fails to remind you of fortune daily. She buys you the best of everything, the nicest dresses and the newest shoes. You are practically a walking advertisement for what is fashionable from the time you take your first steps. While your father has your older brother to groom into being Dominic Mercier 2.0, your mother has you as her living doll. Your days aren't spent playing with toys or running around the house. Instead, you are paraded around to your mother's friends while she brags about the new designer purse she imported from Italy just the other day for you.
It doesn't take long for you to connect the dots on just how much looks matter. Those who say that they don't, that beauty is mother than skin deep, are lying to themselves and to the rest of the world. It is your looks that get you free things, that has people bending over backwards to be in your good graces. When you get caught in fourth year with a bottle of fire whiskey, it only takes some flirting with the prefect who caught you to avoid punishment. Looks matter and because of this you are a perfectionist when it comes to your appearance. If you look grungy at all, it is because you went for it. You spend far too much time in front of the mirror or checking your reflection on the back of a spoon. It has made you vain and overly confident, an awful combination to have.
"Do you know how lucky you are to have a daughter who loves you so much?"
-Ingrid Ricks
Your mother may decide every day of your young life, but it is your father you set out to please. You have never had his respect, never his praise, and it is something that you long for. You want to make him proud, want to make him look at you like how he does your older brother. So you try. You do your best to show that you are just as clever as your sibling and just as determined. When that fails, you begin to rebel. It is the only time your father really talks to you, when you are in some kind of trouble. So you get into as much mischief as you can. At first it is simple things, such as lying to your mother about wearing her prized earrings. As the years go on, it evolves into sneaking out and partying and owls sent home by professors as you earn detention after detention. You reason that if he cares enough to punish you, than he must at least care about you to some degree.
"What strange creatures brothers are!"
-Jane Austin
The only person in your family you actually truly, deeply care about is your brother. It comes as surprise to many, who assume there to be a fierce sibling rivalry; which there is. You can't lie that it gives you pleasure everything you manage to outdo him in something. Yet, there is no one in the world who you are closer to, who knows all the fears you hide inside and try to pretend never exist. It is your brother who gives you the affection that should come from your parents but don't. You parents have never really been parents anyway. They had the two of you out of some kind of twisted Pureblood duty and desire to carry on the Mercier name. Sure, you may want to impress your father and have your parents love, but it is never a question that your brother loves you. It is your brother who keeps all your secrets, who you lie with during a thunderstorm that would shake the manor to its very foundation. There is nothing you wouldn't do for him. If he committed a murder, you would be be there in an instant with a shovel and a plan no questions asked. As far as you are concerned, your brother is your only family.
"Or perhaps in Slytherin, you'll make your real friends. Those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends."
-The Sorting Hat.
Everyone has heard of the nasty stereotypes of Slytherin and honey, you fit all of them. Pride can be a terrible thing and you have tons of it. Always look out for number one. It is the motto you live by. After all, no one else is going to and your family name and connections can only get you so far in life. You learn to manipulate others, to plant ideas in their heads that always work out for your favor. Failing charms? Get that one Ravenclaw fifth year that follows you around like a lost puppy to do your next essay. Need something stronger than Butterbeer during your visit to Hogsmeade? Some eighteen year old will always offer to pay. You don't make friends; you make stepping stones to your goal. Failure is not an option once you set your mind to something and you face obstacles with a fierceness that knows no bounds.
"I drink to make other people more interesting."
-Ernest Hemingway
They say you have a problem. They say you party too hard and far too often from someone your age. These people you surround yourself with, these so called friends, think that they can tell what is good for you and you can't stand it. It is laughable. You do the logical thing and shrug off their concern, because you don't want to listen and in an act defiance, you step up your game. Soon you are staying out well into the morning hours and doing things with people that would have your parents locking you in a tower if they ever found out the truth. You're bored and looking for an escape and drinking makes everything better. Smoking comes hand in hand with the alcohol and you develop habits that would have your mother screaming. You spend most of your time at home on the roof puffing away on a cigarette you swiped from your father than actually inside with your family.
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, than you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
-Marilyn Monroe
Everything about love is a joke. Those that claim they are in love make you want to roll your eyes and the sappy situations in movies never fails to bring on the urge to vomit. You don't see the point in it all. That you would ever give someone the chance to to possibly break your heart is ridiculous. So instead you break theirs. You lead them along and have your fun, enjoying the attention and everything that comes with dating only to call it off the second the guy gets too clingy. Rumors spread about you that have no place in reality, but you don't see the point in stopping them. You doubt others will believe you anyway. You've built a reputation and now you have to live with it.
You meet him sometime between your fifth year and sixth year at a party and you can't seem to stay away. It isn't love, because you don't believe in love and make sure that is known. Your friends say it isn't healthy, what the two of you have going on but as always you ignore them and add it to the list of your growing reckless behavior. You refuse to call it a relationship because it isn't. The two of you argue like cats and dogs and nothing seems to go right for long. Jealousy is a constant companion and when you see him talking to some random Ravenclaw girl that looks a little too much like you, you turn to the Gryffindor boy you've been flirting with for over an hour and ask if he wants to go someplace a little more quiet. You tell yourself you don't need him; that you can leave whenever you want and he is no different from the other guys whose hearts you've tampered with. Too bad it never seems to work that way.
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