Post by aston on Apr 27, 2008 21:56:36 GMT -1
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Personal
Name::
Nicole
RP Experience::
6 or 7 I think
Other Characters on the site::
None so far
How often you can login in (and post)::
Every day, otherwise I’ll let you know.
Basic Character Info
Name::
Aston Elizabeth Riddle
Nickname/s::
Miss Independent
Age & Birthday::
17 & 26th June, 1979
Blood Status::
¼ muggle, ¾ pure
Member Grounp::
Hogwarts Student
Education Level::
7th Year Hogwarts Student
House::
Slytherin
Current Events::
Trying to stay out of trouble and getting ready to graduate.
Background
Family::
Salazar Slytherin - great great grandfather - deceased
Merope Gaunt - grandmother - deceased
Tom Riddle, Sr. - Grandfather - deceased
Thomas Riddle - uncle - deceased
Mary Riddle - aunt - deceased
Tom Marvolo Riddle - father - living
Martina Understrom - mother - unknown
History::
Aston was born in the summer of 1980 as the illegitimate (and only) child of Tom Riddle and Martina Understrom. As the only daughter of two of the wealthiest and most influential wizards of the time, she grew up with all of the privilege that one would expect. Se had every material thing her heart desired, private tutors, and was the little princess of the Riddle kingdom. However with all this privilege came great responsibilities and expectations. A Riddle was expected to excel in all areas. They were expected to be in control of themselves at all times, and they were expected to uphold everything it meant to bear the last name. Despite that her father was never around, and she never really knew him, her mother allowed for nothing less than perfection in all of those areas
Aston has always adored and worshiped her mother, wanting to be just like her. She would always watch and try to mimic everything she could, spending hours in her mother’s study, copying everything she could. In turn, the older woman gave her daughter the attention she desired. Her mother arranged for private tutors, but there were some branches of magic she taught her daughter herself. Martina also taught Aston a forgotten art, except in Pureblood circles: dueling with a blade.
Since coming to Hogwarts, Aston has done fairly well for herself, not that most people are aware of it or would agree with her. She had messed up on a relationship with Harry Potter from the beginning and has never recovered. Aston is considered the 'Slytherin Princess' and just about everyone in her house looks to her for leadership, which is exactly the way she plotted it. She was marked as a Death Eater in the summer before his 6th year, though no one has seen her mark. She was ordered to work her way into the heart of one Albus Dumbledore, and become the apple of his eye, then get him vulnerable so Draco Malfoy could enact his plan. If Aston followed orders, the Dark Lord promised to leave her be for the rest of her days. Aston half completed her mission. She did work her way into his heart, but Dumbledore was not killed. She did successfully let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, which is why she wasn’t killed for failing.
The summer before her 7th year was a painful one. She was greatly punished for his failure to kill Dumbledore and she learned a new definition of pain, the Dark Lord personally saw to that. She was a prisoner in the Dark Lord’s headquarters, while most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban. She was only allowed to leave in the presence of Bellatrix LeStrange or Severus Snape. One day during the summer, Adrian Pucey came to visit her in DE Headquarters. Two weeks later the Death Eaters were pardoned and sent home. Aston was sent to the Ministry to go through the Pardoning Process in September boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Personality::
Aston is a silent worker. She works in subtle ways to get the things that she desires most. Whereas most people will barge through and claim, Aston will scheme and use her wits and cunning to bring about the change that will suit her needs.
She can be deemed as cold and unfeeling but there is a deeper sense to the outlier. One must dig deeper then face value to see the true colors, no matter what shade they are. Few have recognized her true beauty held within the dark depths. Accepting of anything with a dark nature Aston embraces the ways of battle and death like someone familiar with its intricate designs. She is controlled in how she shows people her true workings, choosing only to reveal them to those that are truly worthy.
Aston doesn't do anything by half. If she embarks on a challenge, she will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.. If she loves, she loves with her whole being.. if she hates, then the worse death is reserved for that being. She is a truly valuable asset to a fighting force becoming indifferent to life and death.
However, despite her driven nature, she has a tendency to let her own arrogance that runs so rampant in her family get in her way. Because of this, she can also be very vain and insubordinate, which can get her in trouble. She has the tendency to be stubborn as a mule and is unwilling to listen to others, even if she knows they’re right.
She has the tendency to become confrontational if she fears that someone is starting rumors about her, and her explosive temper often has a tendency to run away with her. She usually is very level headed, but you insult anyone she holds close, it’s going to be ugly. When she gets angry, it’s almost impossible to get her away from her target. And she won’t care who’s in the way when she gets in a rage. You can only get her off by throwing a rope around her and pull her off.
The young woman has the biggest fear of having someone take advantage of her, emotionally, sexually, financially. She hates feeling powerless, or that she does not have control of anything, be it a battle or a relationship. She often will do whatever is needed to feel in control, be it a put down or start rumors. But, unless you get on her bad side, she is a pleasant person.
Aston truly is her father’s daughter, she’s cold, calculating, intelligent, and quick on her feet, not only that, but she’s good at Dark Arts. She’s attractive, and she knows it, so she will often use it to her advantage. She enjoys being looked at, and is thought of some what a daisy, as she often is more worried about her appearance, but when it comes to it, she will get dirty. She’s sharp and sarcastic, giving her the true Riddle qualities, but she, unlike her father, does have a sensitive side. Her hypocrisy knows absolutely no bounds, so she has the tendency to tell someone to stop something while doing it herself.
Likes::
[+] The piano
Ah the piano, such a beautiful instrument that really can bring out the color of an individual
[+] Flying
The wind in your face and the breeze in your hair, flying makes one feel alive
[+] Singing
Singing is a good way to express one’s soul and have fun while still entertaining people
[+] Flirting
Everyone loves to flirt....need I say more?
[+] Violin
Once again a very powerful instrument that I can pour my heart into
[+] Cello
(see violin)
[+] Horses
Horses do not distinguish between people and do not worry about reputations. They judge a person by what they do not by what they have done
[+] Dark Magic
...It’s in my blood....
[+] Coffee
CoffeecoffeecoffeeIlikecoffee
Dislikes::
[X] Tattle-tails
No one likes a brown noser
[X] Most professors
Anyone who has an authority over me is an enemy
[X] Loud noises
Silence is golden but duct tape is silver
[X] Mornings
Ugh, I hate waking up
[X] People who undermine her intelligence
I’m a smart cookie, treat me like one
[X] Perverts
No one likes a perv.
[X] Stereotypists
I am who I am, not what my father is.
Appearance
Description::
Aston is a fairly tall and thin, she stands at 5'4" and weighs about 110 lbs. She's a tiny girl, but a lot is made up by upper body strength. She has medium length raven black hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. It is layered towards her face with long bangs that sometimes are swept to the side or just fall into place. Her eyes are a dazzling gray-blue, surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes so they stand out defiantly against her pale skin.
Generally, Aston's lips are fairly pouty and full, and curved into a smirk. She likes to wear dark eye make-up and pale lipstick, otherwise she will just wake up get ready and forget the make-up, it isn't always essential, but she likes it. She is hardly seen without a cigarette either between her lips or in her hand. If she isn’t smoking, she’s usually chewing gum to try and stop smoking. Aston admits, she’s fond of jewelry, she likes anything expressive. She has two piercings, one in each ear.
She likes to dress to show off her body, she's proud of it. Usually she alters her uniforms so the shirts are shorter and the tops tighter. She constantly wears heels with her uniforms as well, which makes her legs look longer. When not in school, she usually wears dress pants and button front blouse in a rich color.
Picture::
Celebrity::
Keira Knightley
RP Example
[[From another Harry Potter site]]
Aston gave a faint smile as she wrapped up another package of books and handed them to the impatient customer. "Have a nice day," she said. There was no response as the customer sneered at the "M" pinned on her robes and stalked out of the store. A blast of icy wind entered, making Aston shiver.
She supposed that she was quite fortunate to have secured a job at Flourish and Blotts. It was rumored that the owner had pro-Mudblood tendencies. She got exactly a hundred galleons every year, far better than some of the other Mudbloods she saw on the streets nowadays. At least she had a roof – albeit leaky – over her head and food to eat. But that was poor consolation. Aston could help but wonder what happened to all her dreams. Crushed by the Dark Lord and his takeover, she thought bitterly.
"How are you today, Madam?" she greeted another customer.
The woman, dressed warmly in furs and heavy silk robes, was obviously rich and pureblooded. There were none of the hesitant glares of the halfbloods. "Don't speak to me," she said frostily.
Aston gave a half-curtsey. What have we all become?
The woman's heels clicked a rhythm around the small store. Aston simply stood there behind the desk, face impassive. In her mind, she tried to guess who the woman was. Did they go to Hogwarts together? Were they friends? Acquaintances? Or perhaps was she a younger student? One she tutored in Arithmancy, maybe.
She gave a start as the woman gave a sharp tap on the desk in front of her. “Examining my jewels, Mudblood?” the woman said with a sneer. “I assure you, you will never be able to afford them.”
Aston bowed her head. “I’m sorry, Madam.”
The woman sniffed and with a sweep of her fur cloak, left the shop.
Sometimes Aston wondered whether life would have been more bearable if Fat… the Dark Lord had simply imprisoned her kind. At least then, she would have some precious shards of dignity. But it seemed the Dark Lord was determined to put the Mudbloods to good use while he tried to conquer the Muggle world. They were the dredges of the wizarding world. Even lower than the house elves. Doing all the distasteful jobs that nobody else would even contemplate doing.
The few Mudbloods who had tried to escape back into the Muggle world quickly disappeared. One of the nameless, faceless statistics of missing persons. After a few months, no other Mudbloods left. It was rumored that the ones who had disappeared were now part of some experiment to harvest Mudblood magical powers. Nobody wanted that fate.
Aston knew a couple of her classmates were working as prostitutes in Knockturn Alley. She suspected that if she knew that this would happen during her Hogwarts years, she would have been horrified, but now, the news just made her wince slightly and thank God that she wasn’t one of them.
Her job was quite lucrative to the other Mudbloods. They couldn’t understand how she got it.
Sure she was intelligent, but what did that matter for a Mudblood?
There was a veneer – however thin – of respectability over her job. She got to serve the purebloods in a non-sexual sense. This automatically meant that she got decent clothing.
Of course, Aston thought as she shifted uncomfortably, decent clothing is all relative. She got the cast-offs from the owner’s wife. Clothing that was too long in the sleeve. Too thin for standing here all day being subjected to the freezing wind. Too tight across the chest to stop the leers from some of the pureblood wizards who stopped by regularly.
If only they knew how I got this job, she thought as she straightened up several books.
Personal
Name::
Nicole
RP Experience::
6 or 7 I think
Other Characters on the site::
None so far
How often you can login in (and post)::
Every day, otherwise I’ll let you know.
Basic Character Info
Name::
Aston Elizabeth Riddle
Nickname/s::
Miss Independent
Age & Birthday::
17 & 26th June, 1979
Blood Status::
¼ muggle, ¾ pure
Member Grounp::
Hogwarts Student
Education Level::
7th Year Hogwarts Student
House::
Slytherin
Current Events::
Trying to stay out of trouble and getting ready to graduate.
Background
Family::
Salazar Slytherin - great great grandfather - deceased
Merope Gaunt - grandmother - deceased
Tom Riddle, Sr. - Grandfather - deceased
Thomas Riddle - uncle - deceased
Mary Riddle - aunt - deceased
Tom Marvolo Riddle - father - living
Martina Understrom - mother - unknown
History::
Aston was born in the summer of 1980 as the illegitimate (and only) child of Tom Riddle and Martina Understrom. As the only daughter of two of the wealthiest and most influential wizards of the time, she grew up with all of the privilege that one would expect. Se had every material thing her heart desired, private tutors, and was the little princess of the Riddle kingdom. However with all this privilege came great responsibilities and expectations. A Riddle was expected to excel in all areas. They were expected to be in control of themselves at all times, and they were expected to uphold everything it meant to bear the last name. Despite that her father was never around, and she never really knew him, her mother allowed for nothing less than perfection in all of those areas
Aston has always adored and worshiped her mother, wanting to be just like her. She would always watch and try to mimic everything she could, spending hours in her mother’s study, copying everything she could. In turn, the older woman gave her daughter the attention she desired. Her mother arranged for private tutors, but there were some branches of magic she taught her daughter herself. Martina also taught Aston a forgotten art, except in Pureblood circles: dueling with a blade.
Since coming to Hogwarts, Aston has done fairly well for herself, not that most people are aware of it or would agree with her. She had messed up on a relationship with Harry Potter from the beginning and has never recovered. Aston is considered the 'Slytherin Princess' and just about everyone in her house looks to her for leadership, which is exactly the way she plotted it. She was marked as a Death Eater in the summer before his 6th year, though no one has seen her mark. She was ordered to work her way into the heart of one Albus Dumbledore, and become the apple of his eye, then get him vulnerable so Draco Malfoy could enact his plan. If Aston followed orders, the Dark Lord promised to leave her be for the rest of her days. Aston half completed her mission. She did work her way into his heart, but Dumbledore was not killed. She did successfully let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, which is why she wasn’t killed for failing.
The summer before her 7th year was a painful one. She was greatly punished for his failure to kill Dumbledore and she learned a new definition of pain, the Dark Lord personally saw to that. She was a prisoner in the Dark Lord’s headquarters, while most of the Death Eaters were in Azkaban. She was only allowed to leave in the presence of Bellatrix LeStrange or Severus Snape. One day during the summer, Adrian Pucey came to visit her in DE Headquarters. Two weeks later the Death Eaters were pardoned and sent home. Aston was sent to the Ministry to go through the Pardoning Process in September boarded the Hogwarts Express.
Personality::
Aston is a silent worker. She works in subtle ways to get the things that she desires most. Whereas most people will barge through and claim, Aston will scheme and use her wits and cunning to bring about the change that will suit her needs.
She can be deemed as cold and unfeeling but there is a deeper sense to the outlier. One must dig deeper then face value to see the true colors, no matter what shade they are. Few have recognized her true beauty held within the dark depths. Accepting of anything with a dark nature Aston embraces the ways of battle and death like someone familiar with its intricate designs. She is controlled in how she shows people her true workings, choosing only to reveal them to those that are truly worthy.
Aston doesn't do anything by half. If she embarks on a challenge, she will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.. If she loves, she loves with her whole being.. if she hates, then the worse death is reserved for that being. She is a truly valuable asset to a fighting force becoming indifferent to life and death.
However, despite her driven nature, she has a tendency to let her own arrogance that runs so rampant in her family get in her way. Because of this, she can also be very vain and insubordinate, which can get her in trouble. She has the tendency to be stubborn as a mule and is unwilling to listen to others, even if she knows they’re right.
She has the tendency to become confrontational if she fears that someone is starting rumors about her, and her explosive temper often has a tendency to run away with her. She usually is very level headed, but you insult anyone she holds close, it’s going to be ugly. When she gets angry, it’s almost impossible to get her away from her target. And she won’t care who’s in the way when she gets in a rage. You can only get her off by throwing a rope around her and pull her off.
The young woman has the biggest fear of having someone take advantage of her, emotionally, sexually, financially. She hates feeling powerless, or that she does not have control of anything, be it a battle or a relationship. She often will do whatever is needed to feel in control, be it a put down or start rumors. But, unless you get on her bad side, she is a pleasant person.
Aston truly is her father’s daughter, she’s cold, calculating, intelligent, and quick on her feet, not only that, but she’s good at Dark Arts. She’s attractive, and she knows it, so she will often use it to her advantage. She enjoys being looked at, and is thought of some what a daisy, as she often is more worried about her appearance, but when it comes to it, she will get dirty. She’s sharp and sarcastic, giving her the true Riddle qualities, but she, unlike her father, does have a sensitive side. Her hypocrisy knows absolutely no bounds, so she has the tendency to tell someone to stop something while doing it herself.
Likes::
[+] The piano
Ah the piano, such a beautiful instrument that really can bring out the color of an individual
[+] Flying
The wind in your face and the breeze in your hair, flying makes one feel alive
[+] Singing
Singing is a good way to express one’s soul and have fun while still entertaining people
[+] Flirting
Everyone loves to flirt....need I say more?
[+] Violin
Once again a very powerful instrument that I can pour my heart into
[+] Cello
(see violin)
[+] Horses
Horses do not distinguish between people and do not worry about reputations. They judge a person by what they do not by what they have done
[+] Dark Magic
...It’s in my blood....
[+] Coffee
CoffeecoffeecoffeeIlikecoffee
Dislikes::
[X] Tattle-tails
No one likes a brown noser
[X] Most professors
Anyone who has an authority over me is an enemy
[X] Loud noises
Silence is golden but duct tape is silver
[X] Mornings
Ugh, I hate waking up
[X] People who undermine her intelligence
I’m a smart cookie, treat me like one
[X] Perverts
No one likes a perv.
[X] Stereotypists
I am who I am, not what my father is.
Appearance
Description::
Aston is a fairly tall and thin, she stands at 5'4" and weighs about 110 lbs. She's a tiny girl, but a lot is made up by upper body strength. She has medium length raven black hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. It is layered towards her face with long bangs that sometimes are swept to the side or just fall into place. Her eyes are a dazzling gray-blue, surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes so they stand out defiantly against her pale skin.
Generally, Aston's lips are fairly pouty and full, and curved into a smirk. She likes to wear dark eye make-up and pale lipstick, otherwise she will just wake up get ready and forget the make-up, it isn't always essential, but she likes it. She is hardly seen without a cigarette either between her lips or in her hand. If she isn’t smoking, she’s usually chewing gum to try and stop smoking. Aston admits, she’s fond of jewelry, she likes anything expressive. She has two piercings, one in each ear.
She likes to dress to show off her body, she's proud of it. Usually she alters her uniforms so the shirts are shorter and the tops tighter. She constantly wears heels with her uniforms as well, which makes her legs look longer. When not in school, she usually wears dress pants and button front blouse in a rich color.
Picture::
Celebrity::
Keira Knightley
RP Example
[[From another Harry Potter site]]
Aston gave a faint smile as she wrapped up another package of books and handed them to the impatient customer. "Have a nice day," she said. There was no response as the customer sneered at the "M" pinned on her robes and stalked out of the store. A blast of icy wind entered, making Aston shiver.
She supposed that she was quite fortunate to have secured a job at Flourish and Blotts. It was rumored that the owner had pro-Mudblood tendencies. She got exactly a hundred galleons every year, far better than some of the other Mudbloods she saw on the streets nowadays. At least she had a roof – albeit leaky – over her head and food to eat. But that was poor consolation. Aston could help but wonder what happened to all her dreams. Crushed by the Dark Lord and his takeover, she thought bitterly.
"How are you today, Madam?" she greeted another customer.
The woman, dressed warmly in furs and heavy silk robes, was obviously rich and pureblooded. There were none of the hesitant glares of the halfbloods. "Don't speak to me," she said frostily.
Aston gave a half-curtsey. What have we all become?
The woman's heels clicked a rhythm around the small store. Aston simply stood there behind the desk, face impassive. In her mind, she tried to guess who the woman was. Did they go to Hogwarts together? Were they friends? Acquaintances? Or perhaps was she a younger student? One she tutored in Arithmancy, maybe.
She gave a start as the woman gave a sharp tap on the desk in front of her. “Examining my jewels, Mudblood?” the woman said with a sneer. “I assure you, you will never be able to afford them.”
Aston bowed her head. “I’m sorry, Madam.”
The woman sniffed and with a sweep of her fur cloak, left the shop.
Sometimes Aston wondered whether life would have been more bearable if Fat… the Dark Lord had simply imprisoned her kind. At least then, she would have some precious shards of dignity. But it seemed the Dark Lord was determined to put the Mudbloods to good use while he tried to conquer the Muggle world. They were the dredges of the wizarding world. Even lower than the house elves. Doing all the distasteful jobs that nobody else would even contemplate doing.
The few Mudbloods who had tried to escape back into the Muggle world quickly disappeared. One of the nameless, faceless statistics of missing persons. After a few months, no other Mudbloods left. It was rumored that the ones who had disappeared were now part of some experiment to harvest Mudblood magical powers. Nobody wanted that fate.
Aston knew a couple of her classmates were working as prostitutes in Knockturn Alley. She suspected that if she knew that this would happen during her Hogwarts years, she would have been horrified, but now, the news just made her wince slightly and thank God that she wasn’t one of them.
Her job was quite lucrative to the other Mudbloods. They couldn’t understand how she got it.
Sure she was intelligent, but what did that matter for a Mudblood?
There was a veneer – however thin – of respectability over her job. She got to serve the purebloods in a non-sexual sense. This automatically meant that she got decent clothing.
Of course, Aston thought as she shifted uncomfortably, decent clothing is all relative. She got the cast-offs from the owner’s wife. Clothing that was too long in the sleeve. Too thin for standing here all day being subjected to the freezing wind. Too tight across the chest to stop the leers from some of the pureblood wizards who stopped by regularly.
If only they knew how I got this job, she thought as she straightened up several books.
