Post by Zoey Zabini on May 12, 2007 12:26:01 GMT -5
Name: Zoey Zabini
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Gender: Female
Family: Daughter of Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass ((Leaving it open for anyone else who wants to be a child of Blaise and Daphne.))
Celeb Claim: Sophia Bush
Bloodline: [Pure, Half-blood, Muggleborn] Pure
History: Zoey was brought up in London by her mother and father and was also brought up with their morals on life. Her mother's, especially, were quite strict, teaching her how to be a proper lady and all of the etiquette needed to survive in their family. When Zoey got to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin just like her parents, and they were quite proud of her. ((I know that you probably want to decide for yourself, and if this is too bold of a statement, then just disregard it.))
Appearance: [Written] Zoey has dark hair, just like her mother. She also has the spitting personality of her mother and father, so she's usually seen with a fairly smug look on her face, as she knows that she's better than most the people around her. Zoey is used to wearing good clothes and won't take the second best of anything.
Appearance: [Picture]
Personality: Zoey was always brought up to be a proper lady in front of everyone and it stuck with her ever since she was a young child. Because of this, she is never silly around too many people, except for her closest friends sometimes. This doesn't mean that she's tense all the time, but that she doesn't act out of place like other people her age.
Sample Roleplay:
((From another site as another character. If you want one as Zoey, then just ask.))
Giovanna knew that she shouldn't have believed Mecardo instantly. She knew that she shouldn't grasp onto other people's beliefs and call them her own. She did get to know Blitz and he was quite nice to her. She just felt like there was something more to him, something she didn't know.
"I...Don't hate Blitz. It just seems like you know him way more than I do, like you know something I should. He does seem a little fake, like he's constantly trying to impress someone or something." Giovanna paused for a moment before continuing. She couldn't quite find the right words or string them together properly. "I guess I shouldn't believe everything I hear. I tend to do that a lot and I should trust my own feelings."
Giovanna didn't know why she was telling Mecardo this. Why was she telling him her faults? She never wanted anyone to know her faults and always wanted to cover them up and to act like they weren't there. She tried to fix them so that they weren't there at all and then she never had to hide them.
May be I trust him. No wait, that would be wrong. Why would I? she thought. A voice in the back of her mind told her that it was right to trust him, he was trustworthy. Giovanna trusted that feeling and didn't let go of his hand as they walked around the lake.
It is right.
Giovanna listened to Mecardo's entire story, looking at him the whole time. She could still hear his voice even though her thoughts came bouncing out at her. She didn't know how it was possible. How could she hear her own thoughts so clearly and yet listen to him so intently? It was like he was inside her head, like they were one thought.
When he finished his story, Giovanna noticed how his eyes were in her's and was slightly surprised that her eyes were in his, though she didn't show it. She didn't jump a little like she usually did when something surprised her. She just let it take her.
At first Giovanna didn't know what to say. She never really got to do a lot in her life. Her parents were so strict, they never allowed her many friends. Her life seemed so boring compared to Mecardo and she felt like he'd never be interested in what she'd have to say.
"Well before I came to England, I didn't do much. You see, my parents never allowed me any friends who aren't purebloods. They're so prejudice against muggleborns. I really don't agree with them, but they could never know that. I've gone some places with my brothers and sisters, though." Giovanna laughed at a memory that popped into her head.
"Once," she continued to laugh a little still and managed to stop. She needed to tell the story and laughing the entire time would not be helpful. "Once, we went to Sorrento. We went to the beach a lot. Actually, thats really all that my family ever did when we were all together. We'd go on picnics and go swimming. It was so much fun. Though, once my brother tried to drown me. But now everyone's gone their separate ways. My sister Fiora moved in with her boyfriend, Viola moved away because she doesn't like my parents, and Mario moved in with his girlfriend. I'm kind of glad he's gone but I think he's staying with my parents now. My brother's been sick for the last few weeks."
Giovanna didn't want to go blabbing on about her family but it just kind of happened. That day at the beach, where everyone went, and somehow, yet again, it all came back to how Fabbio was sick. How did that always happen? No matter the moment or the place, Giovanna couldn't keep her mind away from her brother. She was so concerned about him, she didn't know what to do.
She didn't want to plague Mecardo with her problem, though, so she stopped it there. He knows he's sick, and that's that. He doesn't need to know more.
He doesn't need to know how worried I am.
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Gender: Female
Family: Daughter of Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass ((Leaving it open for anyone else who wants to be a child of Blaise and Daphne.))
Celeb Claim: Sophia Bush
Bloodline: [Pure, Half-blood, Muggleborn] Pure
History: Zoey was brought up in London by her mother and father and was also brought up with their morals on life. Her mother's, especially, were quite strict, teaching her how to be a proper lady and all of the etiquette needed to survive in their family. When Zoey got to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin just like her parents, and they were quite proud of her. ((I know that you probably want to decide for yourself, and if this is too bold of a statement, then just disregard it.))
Appearance: [Written] Zoey has dark hair, just like her mother. She also has the spitting personality of her mother and father, so she's usually seen with a fairly smug look on her face, as she knows that she's better than most the people around her. Zoey is used to wearing good clothes and won't take the second best of anything.
Appearance: [Picture]
Personality: Zoey was always brought up to be a proper lady in front of everyone and it stuck with her ever since she was a young child. Because of this, she is never silly around too many people, except for her closest friends sometimes. This doesn't mean that she's tense all the time, but that she doesn't act out of place like other people her age.
Sample Roleplay:
((From another site as another character. If you want one as Zoey, then just ask.))
Giovanna knew that she shouldn't have believed Mecardo instantly. She knew that she shouldn't grasp onto other people's beliefs and call them her own. She did get to know Blitz and he was quite nice to her. She just felt like there was something more to him, something she didn't know.
"I...Don't hate Blitz. It just seems like you know him way more than I do, like you know something I should. He does seem a little fake, like he's constantly trying to impress someone or something." Giovanna paused for a moment before continuing. She couldn't quite find the right words or string them together properly. "I guess I shouldn't believe everything I hear. I tend to do that a lot and I should trust my own feelings."
Giovanna didn't know why she was telling Mecardo this. Why was she telling him her faults? She never wanted anyone to know her faults and always wanted to cover them up and to act like they weren't there. She tried to fix them so that they weren't there at all and then she never had to hide them.
May be I trust him. No wait, that would be wrong. Why would I? she thought. A voice in the back of her mind told her that it was right to trust him, he was trustworthy. Giovanna trusted that feeling and didn't let go of his hand as they walked around the lake.
It is right.
Giovanna listened to Mecardo's entire story, looking at him the whole time. She could still hear his voice even though her thoughts came bouncing out at her. She didn't know how it was possible. How could she hear her own thoughts so clearly and yet listen to him so intently? It was like he was inside her head, like they were one thought.
When he finished his story, Giovanna noticed how his eyes were in her's and was slightly surprised that her eyes were in his, though she didn't show it. She didn't jump a little like she usually did when something surprised her. She just let it take her.
At first Giovanna didn't know what to say. She never really got to do a lot in her life. Her parents were so strict, they never allowed her many friends. Her life seemed so boring compared to Mecardo and she felt like he'd never be interested in what she'd have to say.
"Well before I came to England, I didn't do much. You see, my parents never allowed me any friends who aren't purebloods. They're so prejudice against muggleborns. I really don't agree with them, but they could never know that. I've gone some places with my brothers and sisters, though." Giovanna laughed at a memory that popped into her head.
"Once," she continued to laugh a little still and managed to stop. She needed to tell the story and laughing the entire time would not be helpful. "Once, we went to Sorrento. We went to the beach a lot. Actually, thats really all that my family ever did when we were all together. We'd go on picnics and go swimming. It was so much fun. Though, once my brother tried to drown me. But now everyone's gone their separate ways. My sister Fiora moved in with her boyfriend, Viola moved away because she doesn't like my parents, and Mario moved in with his girlfriend. I'm kind of glad he's gone but I think he's staying with my parents now. My brother's been sick for the last few weeks."
Giovanna didn't want to go blabbing on about her family but it just kind of happened. That day at the beach, where everyone went, and somehow, yet again, it all came back to how Fabbio was sick. How did that always happen? No matter the moment or the place, Giovanna couldn't keep her mind away from her brother. She was so concerned about him, she didn't know what to do.
She didn't want to plague Mecardo with her problem, though, so she stopped it there. He knows he's sick, and that's that. He doesn't need to know more.
He doesn't need to know how worried I am.
