Post by Lilliana Hollows on Mar 14, 2011 10:55:54 GMT -5
†LILLIANA SAGE HOLLOWS†
[/i] managed to find some way to turn their homework assignments into a wicked hunt down of research. At least Hermione had confidence in her abilities and brain to not have a complete break down, despite her other full schedule and subjects that demanded her attention weighing on her, and instead took a moment to release a sigh of tension. She could do this. In fact she had proven that she could take on such challenges in her third year. With a nod that sent her curls array Hermione continued onto her destination and found the section that would sate her hunger for knowledge.W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?
full name: Lilliana Sage Hollows
nicknames: Lilly
birthday: 4/26
age: Nineteen
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
human or vampire: Human
social status: Wealthy, Upper ClassY O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?
birth place: London, England
parents: Carl Allen Hollows and Elizabeth Mary Hollows, Nee; Wright
siblings: Elliot Jonathan Hollows
pets: N/A
other: William Black, Fiancé, DeceasedI ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.
eyes: Blue
hair: Blonde, Long waves
build: 5’4, 115lb, Slender hourglass
other featuresI ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.
likes: Strawberries, Reading, Writing, Poetry, Red Wine, Midnight, Independence, Rain Storms, Solitude, Challenges, Mysteries, Dancing, Learning,
dislikes: Her Father, Prejudice, Those With Undeserved Egos, Fear, Ignorance, Being Sheltered, Mourning, Corsets, Leaving London, Authority, Boredom
personality:
At the core of things Lilly is a kind hearted and loving soul. However, she is also curious to a fault and decidedly more rebellious than a ‘good’ daughter is expected to be. Her lust for knowledge, strong head, and need for independence are perhaps at fault for her largest flaws- or perhaps she is simply just too spoiled for her own good. Good humored and a protestor of boredom Lilly, while not a follower of gossip, does enjoy a good controversy once in a while. Needless to say, she is a bit of an enigma to those who know her well and underestimated by those who don’t.
strengths: Arts, Maturity, Quick Wit- Intelligent, Lying (when needed), Empathetic, Kind-Hearted
weaknesses: Finding-Attracting Controversy, Curiosity, Chocolate, Grudges, Being a Burden to Her Father
fears: Marrying someone she does not love or losing one she does…again.
secrets: She likes to dance it in Rain Storms, Prefers Older Men, She is more Manipulative and Cunning than she allows others to believe
aspiration: To write her own book of Poetry and have it published ,and To find IndependenceS O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?
history:
On a stormy night in April, Lilliana Hollow’s was born the youngest and only daughter to her wealthy parents in London, England. Her father was a well praised politician, her mother a beautiful aristocrat, and her brother- a young student destine for law school. In fact, if truth be known, she rarely saw any of them during her childhood. While her parents were off seeking adoration from the socialites and her brother was in boarding school Lilly was left in the care of her nurse maids and tutors. A boring yet freeing childhood if there ever was one, since none of them cared well enough to watch her any more closely than what was paid for them to. Needless to say, this allowed Lilly certain freedoms- freedoms to sneak into her father’s library and read what she pleased, freedom to sneak out and play games with the cooks children, and even freedom to sit on the roof during a rainstorm if she wished to.
However, life grew more restrictive as Lilliana grew older and by her fifteenth birthday she found herself learning the first of womanhood lessons. Love. The Governor was a good man years older than Lilliana and although she had resisted his proposal of marriage at first, she soon found herself falling for his overly generous heart. He was a fatherly and well meaning soul who jut quite frankly spoiled Lilly rotten with his kindness and wealth, and she exchange behaved for the first time in her whenever he was near. Still, happiness can only last for so long before fate intervenes and that winter before their wedding William Black grew ill, dying mere months before he could claim his young bride. Needless to say, Lilly was devastated. She mourned for him deeply as her father continued to seek another suitor and her mother kept her under lock in key for societies sake that first year.
Another year passed at Lilliana was allowed to exit her ‘mourning stage’, but she still kept a black veil over her heart. She didn’t care for others telling her when to cry and when to smile- instead preferring to choose her emotions for herself and grew quiet in her nineteenth year in a stand for control. However, her silenced tongue did not last long when her father announced to his family that he was offered a promotion in a little town called Devil’s Hollow and that he would be relocating them there. What little control Lilly had shattered and she found herself begging to live with her brother in France. Of course, an absent brother had no need of an emotional sister and denied her while her parents dragged her from their familiar home to the unwanted arms of Devil’s Hollow. Now, Lilliana just hopes what little sanity and patience she had left won’t wane in her transition to a new life….K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.
experience: One Year
rp sample:The smell of books and old oak wood invaded her senses as Hermione walked briskly into the school library. Her objective- to find that bloody book that would aid her in the ridiculous assignment Professor Snape had assigned them. Honestly, no matter what subject you allowed that man to teach he still
It was uncontrollable and the urge to caress the book binding of comfort Hermione was unable to ignore. She just felt so at home there and even as the stress of the weeks assignments nipped at her she refused to worry. No, instead she did the ‘Hermione Granger’ thing, something she was known quite well for, and began to pile the books to read. A stack that would make any normal seventeen year old faint brought a slight smile to Hermione’s face as she pulled out a chair and sat in attention. Her back was straight, a trick of comfort she had learned a long time ago, and her hand reached greedily towards the first book to absorb. In whole it took her but a half an hour to read the disconcerting tomb and establish a routine of notes. However, not even Hermione could manage to finish her research by dinner and instead was left losing track of time hidden behind her sanctuary of hard back paper. She had at least managed to finish her DADA assignment, but that still left several more subjects to tend to.
Some time after seven Hermione neatly was able to quill her last sentence of the night and relax. She looked over at the many scrolls meant to be handed over tomorrow and smiled triumphantly before casting a spell to return her books to their rightful spot. Such a handy spell if she said so herself. Running a small hand through her betraying curls Hermione let out her second sigh for the night. If she wanted to leave the library with any dignity in tact she would need to do something with her hair and finally caved into a sense of vanity by spelling her hair up into a plaited braid. There, at least it no longer looked dangerous or as if at any moment snakes may slither out of it to mirror a modern Medusa. Hermione organized her papers by order of each class due and placed them calmly into her shoulder bag before exiting the section. With a bright goodbye to Madame Price Hermione made her out of the library and into the halls of Hogwarts. It took her only several moments more to reach the school kitchen in hopes that perhaps they could spare her a sandwich or soup before heading to the dormitories.
Fortunately, for Hermione, Dobby was there and although it took her several moment to calm him down she was able to get a full meal and pumpkin juice from him. Something that she was very grateful for, as she had managed to skip lunch as well, but still endeavored to devour quickly. If she wished to avoid causing worry in Harry and Ron Hermione knew she would need to make it to the dormitories fairly quickly or else they may come looking for her. It was sweet really. However, at time she did wish she could disappear without the guilt of them feeling as if they need to come and find her. Finishing the last of her turkey sandwich Hermione thanked Dobby sincerely before taking hold of her bag once more and heading out the door. Once wandering the halls again Hermione brushed a gentle hand down her school uniform to remove any lingering crumbs just in time to climb the stairs that would mingle her among the other students. She nodded to those she knew and avoided the eyes of those she disliked until she reached the Gryffindor tower.
As Hermione approached the portrait she spoke a bold hello before speaking the password. Climbing through the passageway and into the warmth of her house Hermione smiled at the glow it held. She quickly spotted the small group that made her smile linger and found herself feeling suddenly relaxed as she walked towards them. Ron and Harry, of course, were too locked inside a game of wizarding chess to do much else than say hello. However, Ginny was another story and she was the one to greet her more animatedly that created a laugh to erupt from Hermione. While Hermione may be a little less feminine than most of the females in her class, that didn’t mean she wasn’t amused by them. So, with homework completed, stomach feed, the boys content Hermione spent the rest of her night lounging on the sofa and listening patiently as Ginny talked on. In truth, she wondered how Ginny did it. Always so beautiful and girly…why did it come so naturally to her and not Hermione. A puzzle even she couldn’t solve. Then again, perhaps there were some things not meant to discover.[/quote]
secret phrase: REMOVED
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