Post by Zoë Laurent on Feb 1, 2007 14:01:18 GMT -5
"Me, Myself, and I"
Your Name: Marlena
Experience: I'm on a ton of sites. I'm most active on Beauxbatons
Activity: Everyday!
Contact: AIM or email JesseAM07
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Zoë Danielle Avare-Laurent
Date of Birth: December 17, 1964
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 5th year
Appearance: Zoe has brown hair which comes just below her shoulder. It's nicely layered and usually stays straight. She never really tried hard to make it do anything. She also has deep brown eyes. They usually can tell anyone what is wrong with her, but sometimes they can be misleading due to her constant attempts to not let people see her upset. Zoe is about 5' 6", not tall, not short. She has a small body. Her skin is very pale, as well.
Personality: Zoe is very kind a sweet. She is a very outgoing peron and really isn't afraid to tell or ask what is on her mind. She is very open with people unless she is afraid. For the most part, it is very easy to get her to tell you what is on her mind. She also loves art, sketch art. She can usually be found with it around. Although, she does love to experiment with other types of art. Her favorite thing to do is sketch her sister and her family. They are what matter most to her. They come first. No one could ever replace them. It is good for most people to remember this.
Your Charrie in 10 Years: Zoe can see herself in 10 years living in her home town of Paris doing as her mother did and owning a shop, preferably an art shop, seeing as that is the thing she loves most of all.
Character History: Zoe is technically an only child. The only thing is she was adopted when she was five after both of her birth parents died. Her mother died of lung cancer the same day her father died in a car accident. She prefers not to discuss this with people as it makes her very upset. Well, she was adopted shortly after that by her God mother and her husband who are now her parents. Now, she lives in Paris with her mum, dad, and older brother, who is about 19 years old and she hardly ever sees. Her mum has a book shop in the muggle part of Paris. Zoe helps her out on a regular basis. She loves every minute of sitting in the back of the store reading through the art and poetry books. Within the last year Zoe faced her worst fear when doctors told her she had possible luekimia cells in her body. Now, she is still recovering from the chemo.
Sample Post: Zoe looked at herself in the mirror as she ran a brush through her thick brown her. There really was no need for it. She had only been doing this for the past hour and a half. She just seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Teh darkness took her over as she stared into her brown iris' and relived the past year. It was unbelievable what had happened, how quickly it had all happened.
Things had happened so suddenly. One day she was just a normal girl, with no worries. The next, they wanted to throw her in a cold room and onto a table underneath a large laser looking thing. Her stomach turned at the site of. It still did now, and all she was doing was remembering it. The most horrific thing that had occured was when they left her in the room alone. All that could be heard was the click of the machine. She cried quietly to herself. In that room no one could hear her scream, no one could come with her. The doctors scared her when they told her that it was almost deadly to some humans. Was this suppose to relax her? If so, it didn't help. It made her fears worse.
'Zoe?' she heard from ther door a familar voice. It was almost soothing. It was the voice of the one person who had been there to comfort her through the good and the bad. It was her mum, the one who, not only sat with her in the hospital through her ordeal, but the woman who held her in her arms as she watched her mother die and recieved the tragic news of her father. It was the only voice Zoe trusted with all of her heart. The only one she knew she could depend on through everything.
Reluctantly, Zoe put her brush down and turned around in her seat, giving her mum the best smile she could come up with, but it wasn't her mum. No one was there. Was she talking to herself? Making this all up? Or was in her inner voice just talking to her, giving her clue of who she needed to see? She took it as that. Zoe looked back in her mirror one last time as her eyes filled with tears that she wiped away. She knew what she needed to do, she needed a talk with good old mum. That was just what she went to do.
Your Name: Marlena
Experience: I'm on a ton of sites. I'm most active on Beauxbatons
Activity: Everyday!
Contact: AIM or email JesseAM07
"Charrie Time"
Charrie's Name: Zoë Danielle Avare-Laurent
Date of Birth: December 17, 1964
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 5th year
Appearance: Zoe has brown hair which comes just below her shoulder. It's nicely layered and usually stays straight. She never really tried hard to make it do anything. She also has deep brown eyes. They usually can tell anyone what is wrong with her, but sometimes they can be misleading due to her constant attempts to not let people see her upset. Zoe is about 5' 6", not tall, not short. She has a small body. Her skin is very pale, as well.
Personality: Zoe is very kind a sweet. She is a very outgoing peron and really isn't afraid to tell or ask what is on her mind. She is very open with people unless she is afraid. For the most part, it is very easy to get her to tell you what is on her mind. She also loves art, sketch art. She can usually be found with it around. Although, she does love to experiment with other types of art. Her favorite thing to do is sketch her sister and her family. They are what matter most to her. They come first. No one could ever replace them. It is good for most people to remember this.
Your Charrie in 10 Years: Zoe can see herself in 10 years living in her home town of Paris doing as her mother did and owning a shop, preferably an art shop, seeing as that is the thing she loves most of all.
Character History: Zoe is technically an only child. The only thing is she was adopted when she was five after both of her birth parents died. Her mother died of lung cancer the same day her father died in a car accident. She prefers not to discuss this with people as it makes her very upset. Well, she was adopted shortly after that by her God mother and her husband who are now her parents. Now, she lives in Paris with her mum, dad, and older brother, who is about 19 years old and she hardly ever sees. Her mum has a book shop in the muggle part of Paris. Zoe helps her out on a regular basis. She loves every minute of sitting in the back of the store reading through the art and poetry books. Within the last year Zoe faced her worst fear when doctors told her she had possible luekimia cells in her body. Now, she is still recovering from the chemo.
Sample Post: Zoe looked at herself in the mirror as she ran a brush through her thick brown her. There really was no need for it. She had only been doing this for the past hour and a half. She just seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Teh darkness took her over as she stared into her brown iris' and relived the past year. It was unbelievable what had happened, how quickly it had all happened.
Things had happened so suddenly. One day she was just a normal girl, with no worries. The next, they wanted to throw her in a cold room and onto a table underneath a large laser looking thing. Her stomach turned at the site of. It still did now, and all she was doing was remembering it. The most horrific thing that had occured was when they left her in the room alone. All that could be heard was the click of the machine. She cried quietly to herself. In that room no one could hear her scream, no one could come with her. The doctors scared her when they told her that it was almost deadly to some humans. Was this suppose to relax her? If so, it didn't help. It made her fears worse.
'Zoe?' she heard from ther door a familar voice. It was almost soothing. It was the voice of the one person who had been there to comfort her through the good and the bad. It was her mum, the one who, not only sat with her in the hospital through her ordeal, but the woman who held her in her arms as she watched her mother die and recieved the tragic news of her father. It was the only voice Zoe trusted with all of her heart. The only one she knew she could depend on through everything.
Reluctantly, Zoe put her brush down and turned around in her seat, giving her mum the best smile she could come up with, but it wasn't her mum. No one was there. Was she talking to herself? Making this all up? Or was in her inner voice just talking to her, giving her clue of who she needed to see? She took it as that. Zoe looked back in her mirror one last time as her eyes filled with tears that she wiped away. She knew what she needed to do, she needed a talk with good old mum. That was just what she went to do.
