JESSLOW, alix katrina

[alix jesslow]

ALIXKATRINAJESSLOW
for now we stand alone

lovely conjunctions and phrases
PLAYS ON A FEW WORDS YOU NEVER MEANT

full name: Alix Katrina Jesslow
alias/nicknames: Al, Kat, Jess.
gender:female
age: seventeen
birth date: December 27th
hometown: Jesslow Mansion, Ardmore, Ireland
heritage: pureblood
house and year: Slytherin {Ravenclaw}, 7th Year
wand information: 8 inches, black palm, hippogriff talon, and truly bendy.
other magical devices: Broom; Firebolt.

it's never quite that innocent
SO TAKE IT BACK ALL THE WORDS YOU SAID

distinguishing features: There is a small tattoo on her lower back: two black ballet shoes with red ribbon, crossed and standing on tip toes. A memento to her mother and the lessons she used to take. Slithering out of one is a little emerald green snake.

appearance overview: There's a sort of dead grace to the girl, like a corpse walking, only one with such grace it looks like she's floating across the floor. Everything about the way she moves is small, like a tiny warning to let you know there's something bigger going on in her head. Her footsteps are so quiet it's like she's not really walking at all, but you can hear them if you try. With the expression she normally holds, like that of a blank canvas, she simply seems like a dull little girl who's not going to cause any trouble. It's fake. Watch her eyes, they tell you more then the way she walks and moves around. A grey shade, tinted with a bit of green, they lack the normal veins and lines in most people's eyes and are instead smooth, complete with a shine to them and an intelligent look of simply knowing, they are enough to scare most people. Her features are small, dainty even, and add a china doll sort of effect to porcelain skin. A tiny little doll with large eyes, small nose and full lips, but pale. Like all the colour has been drawn out of her.

Indeed, she is small in stature as well, reaching a miserable 5'5” in height, she is tiny. Small waist, thin arms, thin legs, non existent breasts and a figure a model could die for. She looks like if you blow on her she could break, every time bone in her body shattering in an instant. But she'd like iron. A slap form her can keep your head ringing for a week, even if she doesn't look like someone who could do that. In stark contrast to pale skin and eyes, her hair is a dark brown, often appearing almost black. It hangs down and over her shoulders in loose curls if she lets it, like a tangled birds nest in the mornings before being brushed. If she doesn't want it like that it's straightened, perfectly so, as always. Other then that it can only be pulled up at the back of her head, not a pony tail, merely pinned in place and brought out of her face.

portrayed by: Darla Baker

there's a burning inside of my soul
WE ALL WANT MORE THAN JUST A SIMPLE LIFE

likes: Snakes, Control, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Rain, Night, The Moon

dislikes: Mufbloods, Muggles, Sweet things, Griffendors, Hufflepuffs, Revenclaws, Loss of Control, Firewhisky, Chocolate, Milk, Werewolves, Vampires, Centaurs, Muggle Studies, Transfiguration, DADA, Her Father, Fluffy, Cute

strengths: You'd never think, not this small, psychotic girl, but she flies. Very well in fact. She's not so good at flying fast all the time, quick bursts of speed are pretty much all she can do before she looses control, but she can move around the sky on a broom like a bird. It's way of getting away from things; the house, her father, everything, a misplaced hobby.

weaknesses: She has to have control, she has to. If she looses it she goes haywire. She has a low tolerance for alcohol, as well as being allergic to milk and dairy products.

skills: Control: she can make people do exactly as she says with very little effort, even if the people don't want to or don't even know why they are. Manipulation: she can twist people around her little finger, or all of her fingers.

goals: If anything she has only one gaol: to control everything around her. But she also wants to learn everything there is to know about snakes, becoming an expert and making a career out of it.

fears: Alix is deathly afraid of loosing the complete and utter control she has on those around her. Take away that control and she thinks she has nothing. She's likely to collapse, both physically and mentally.

patronus: A large Black Widow

personality overview:
Look at a black hole, filled with snakes and other creepy, nasty, crawly, vicious creature of unparalleled evil. There you go! Alix in a heartbeat, give or take the odd snake or spider. She's evil, cold hearted and right bitch all the way through my friends, and I don't know if anything will ever change this. People to her are toys, rather like a child would see a doll. She manipulates and flicks through them like photos, cutting them out of her lives just as easily as she sticks them in, even more easily in fact. She specialises in spreading rumours about people, making their lives a living hell and torturing the first and second years, has done since her third year. It's all a game to her, the lives and feelings of other people. She's emotionless to anyone's pain, even those who call themselves her 'friends'; she's pretty much emotionless to people unless it's spite, anger or hatred. Like a little doll that wasn't taught how to love anything. Teachers she has no regard for, members of her own house she has no regard for, and other houses can forget even getting a look in. In a way she is a child: a spoilt, horrid, spiteful child. She was never taught how to like people, be nice to them, to love and to live basically. Everything has to be about her, and nothing else really matters in anyway possible.

She seems to live in her own little world of sorts, and no one is allowed in. She very rarely pays attention to anything around her, and it seems like she's got her own wonderland to visit every time someone does something she doesn't like or someone ignores her. Simply: she finds it incredibly easy to ignore everyone and everything around her while still staying in complete control of the situation, and Alix is very controlling. Every aspect of an event, of her dress, of those around her, of who speaks to her when, of pretty much everything is analysed and evaluated by her. Everything has to be right, perfect, her way, She demands complete and utter control, and is frantic when she looses it – if she looses it. The confidence and danger she seems to emits when you meet her are almost designed to make you give up control. She's like a poisonous snake that makes you flinch away from her, because you just no that no matter how beautiful she is, she's going to make you give up and bite if she has to.

If she is to have a soft side, if anything is to make her happy it's two things: her littlest sister Coraline, and her pet snake Moord. Her love of snakes is more of symbol, not only of her house, but of her own poisonous qualities. Not only that but she adores the reptile, researched them through most of her childhood. They fascinate her completely and utterly, especially how they are so efficient in their killing. Fangs that can retract, poison that does just what it is needed to do, able to make the kill completely and utterly disappear. Nothing eats snakes, nothing hunts snakes; they're untouchable. And her sister...She just doesn't want anything to touch her, it's a possessive streak rather then a concerned one. She clings with fangs and teeth and doesn't let go. Things that are hers, stay hers for as long as she wants them, once she's done with them she can let go quicker then she latched on.

everyone's scared somebody knows
WE HOLD IT INSIDE, YEAH, THAT'S HOW IT GOES

immediate family:

[/s] – Deceased [/ul]

extended family:

spouse: none
offspring: none

pets: Moord; Grass snake, he's a constant companion for Alix, who considers him her only friend, and is always somewhere on her.

history:
Her house was pure chaos, even before she was born everything was upside down, inside out and in the wrong place. Arranged marriage destroyed the lives of two people completely and utterly unsuited for each other, even though both belonged to the same house and had the same ideals. Married to early to fully appreciate life, they fought like cats and dogs as they lived past their last year at school and beyond, neither touching each other and producing no heirs for their parents to adore and fawn over. Both had lovers to spare and neither was willing to let the other have anything at all. Victories were awarded over the smallest things, who chose the milk, who invited friends over the other didn't like, anything at all. It was a war zone even before the child was born, and a war zone it would remain. Lillian kept hold of her daughter like a trophy, poisoning her at such a young age that it was impossible to remove or reteach her anything about life, love and happiness. She was made to believe that men were fools, that Muggles were less then scum, and those that associated wit them were even worse. Life was meant for revenge and torment, and noe one was to get in the way of that. For as long as her mother was alive she made sure her daughter would be both a burden and a curse for her husband, and then she died, leaving Alix alone a year before she was to leave for Hogwarts. She ran riot. Her father had no idea how to control her, she had been made so that no one could control her. She was her mother's curse on her father and everything else in the world that had allowed the two to be married.

At Hogwarts Alix was made more of an outcast then a Queen in her first year, and she soon began plotting. Finally she made friends, keeping hold of them and spreading rumours about people who had more friends, making their friends leave them alone. She discovered the power of gossip and scandal soon enough. A rumour that was rumoured to have been started by someone else was a powerful weapon, one who no one knew who'd started it was an even better one. Quickly she gained in popularity, and by her sixth year she was more popular then ever. Although popular might not be the right word. She was in control of the people around her, and they hung around with her when she said, and mainly because other people were doing it. You talked about her, things happened to you, rumours started, friendships were ruined, and things got a whole lot worse off then when you were with her. In essence, she held people to her like a child would a doll. And she plans on doing it this year as well.
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alias/name: 'Kusy
how long have you been roleplaying?: Two Years
how did you find us?: I have no idea, already have Jason on here as well.
secret phrase: -- admin edited ;] --

roleplay sample:

About Jason, but it's pretty much the same size post
“This,” and there was a dramatic pause as Jason surveyed his awestruck audience, “Is a rubber duck.” Jason had to stop himself from laughing then and there as he held the bright yellow object out in front of him with a flair that made it seem like a holy relic or something. It took him a moment to control himself before he could even attempt to continue with the lesson. How were these people even believing this? Of course, he could see some of the muggle born students raising their eyebrows at him, or scowling for some reason, but the majority of purebloods that were being forced to take this lesson were believing him! How stupid could you get?

“No one is sure of this creatures true purpose, but it has been known to inhabit muggles bathwater for decades, maybe even centuries.” As he continued with this he moved to get a large box from behind his desk, one filled with identical little rubber ducks, all newer then the one he was holding in his hand. He loved lessons like these, really he did. It was a chance to just...Mess around really. He was sure that at some point he was going to get told off for some of the stuff he was telling these children, but he was only part time, so when the teacher came back they could correct the lessons Jason had imprinted into their tiny little brains. It wasn't exactly like he was lying though, he himself had no idea what a rubber duck was for! What were they for? Do you think WikiAnswer had the answer? It should do with a name like that or it was misleading! Could he sue them for that?

“Keep hold of one of these objects – no Casey, don't throw it – who knows,” and once again, as he wandered between the desks, handing out little rubber duckies, he had to stop to keep himself from laughing out loud, “It may one day grace your own bathwater – Casey put that down – and become as well known to wizards and witches – DON'T THROW IT CASEY!”