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Post by naidayeni on Apr 29, 2007 19:57:19 GMT -5
ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Naida Yeni
(Pronounced): Nah-dee-ya, Ya-inn-ee)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: 7th
Celebrity:Jessica Alba
Facial Properties:
She has a strong complexion about her; high-set cheekbones, almond eyes, and a beautiful smile that she is quite proud of. Her teeth are glistening white from where she had braces when she was little, and her neck is smooth and long; usually covered by thy rolling locks. Naida's hair was originally a chesnut brown, but when she was 11 she began highlighting it like some of the other girls in Hogwarts had. Eventually the look stuck, and ever since she has worn it in long, wavy curls that came down past her shoulders. Her skin is always tanned, because of her Native American heritage, so she doesn't have a problem laying out in the sun now and again when she has the ability to. Her hair is more than likely pulled back in a twisted bun high atop her head, with two strands of hair clinging down on her cheeks in front. Being nice-looking is one of her quirks.
Physique:
Tall and muscled is what she has been called in the past, for this girl is no amature when it comes to agility or strength. She isn't really into sports or anything much, but loves to run and in doing so keeps her in a well-balanced form. Being a parselmouth, it is frequent that she is looking around the backs of corridors or outside in the nearby woods of Hogwarts, waiting for something or someone to come out and speak with her. Her leg muscles are tight, long and slender. She has a flat stomach but not some butch-female superabs. No, its more like a two or four pack with this gal. She is fit everywhere, and most boys mistake her for a kind, gentle type because of her figure, instead of the more anxious, fierce personality underneath.
Personality:
She is a bit on the irritable side, ditching and dodging authority, and loving to make conflict. Naida has been called a rogue since she likes to go on her own little tantrums, and do whatever she wants without many trying to stop her. Not that she likes to get in trouble, more of the fact that she can't stand people trying to push her around and control her like her father did. Ever since he disappeared and she no longer had to be submissive under his throne, the rage that was supressed by him has wrung out and settled onto all of those around her.
If, ever, freetime is given amongst the students, she is more one to relax at a standstill, sitting on a fountain-side or a lonely hill away from the others. It isn't that she doesn't like to mingle with others, it just that the stuck up, full-of-themselves ones usually approach her, especially the guys trying to coax her to be with them. When she was little even, they would laugh and play with her trying to get close to her so that they could date her. Often she would comply, going along with their little scam until her heart was broken time after time. And so in doing so, these cheesy boys caused her to stiffen up her heart when it comes to love. No man, boy, teen; nearly no one can enter her heart with full trust and confidence that they will not betray her like all the others did. So many men in her life have already done it, and she does not intend to allow it to happen even once more.
She loves animals, especially snakes and other cold and clamy creatures. As a parselmouth, its easier to connect with these creatures, as they share the same fate. They are unique, weird in most of the public eye rather than the magical one. Even amongst friends that also go to Hogwarts, she can sometimes be thought of as the outcast.
Her family heritage, all of magical bloodline with not a single drop of muggle amongst it, is often reverred and causes her alot of trouble when entering the next year, or meeting new people that aren't aware of her personality. They have a prejudgement that all "pureblooded" beings are snobby and think too highly of themselves; and on the contrary, Naida despises the fact that her father and mother were too proud and thought muggles were a waste of time. However, she doesn't feel obligated to tell anyone else that, she'd rather keep it to herself, and allow them to think whatever they want to, on their own time.
This girl is confident, but 50% of the time she will snap at people, including teachers, for no reason and get in nasty predicaments because of it. In all reality, she needs to learn how to keep her trap shut, and stop being so outward and negative about the prospects of life.
Likes:- Guys with a dark side; ones that try to show their skill and authority with sneaky ways and sometimes violent trantrums.
- On the darkest of nights, to sit alone some place where she is able to think about her mother.
- Battling others, whether its mentally, verbally, or physically.
- To hang out in Diagon Alley, watching all the newcomers as they come off the train and try to figure out what Hogwarts is all about. It usually amuses her.
Dislikes:- Show-offy girls who think they are 'the cat's meow' and that they exceed any standards placed on them by teachers, headmasters and such.
- Teachers that try to put their power of authority on her too often.
- Wimpy, skiddish, or depressed people. She is lively herself, and doesn't want to think that everyone else is different.
- Anyone whoto keep her trap shut, and stop being so outward and negative about the prospects of life.
History:
[Put in the context of Naida herself telling the story]
When I was born, there was immediate talk about Hogwarts and the great start that I would be taking. My parents as well as many others that came and went in my life, told me that I would do magical things in and out of the school, and it was prudent that I did not mix with muggleborn students when I got there. Before the age of 10, when I began preparing for going to school the coming year, I was allowed to do things that other magical children might not have been able to have done at their disposal. My friends that I had collected through groups and other enviromental gatherings that my parents brought me to, began to admire me and huddle around me when scared, frightened, or trying to find something to do on any given day. But I didn't want tihs, I still don't even now at the age of 17, and yet they continued to bother me; girls all trying to be my best friend, and guys all trying to be my boyfriend. Frantic and panicking 24/7, I escaped.
Running through the woods, past tree and bush, past flower and daffodil, I ran from my mother's home. She had been dead since my age of 5, and I hardly remembered her. My father, however, took control of me and constantly put me down to the point where I didn't even want to become a witch anymore. I vowed to him that I would never go to Hogwarts, no matter how much he begged, pleaded, or even beat me into it; I wasn't going. But eventually guilt was wrung over me, and I reluctantly returned to my father Kefen, a week later.
Time and time after that, when I think back to it, he was lighter on me about becoming the socially-honored-witch, but still hammered it into me that I would have to go to Hogwarts, and that I would graduate with full admiration of my peers. I didn't think of it that way. My owl was given to me when I was 10, and the boarding of the train came and went. My full first year at Hogwarts was a blur, and I don't remember having a single friend to recolect on. The other friends that I used to have couldn't except the fact that I was a parcelmouth, when I first revealed it to them on my first year, and strew away from me anytime I entered the room. They would ignore me, and constantly, especially in the dining hall, I could feel eyes watching my every move, just waiting for me to screw up so they could get off on my ignorane or distanima.
My teachers made up a reputation for me as well; saying that I was good enough to make it to the top of my class, an expert witch, and yet I lacked the consentration and visual assets that were needed to become such. They said I didn't want it enough, and in reality, they were right. I had so many expectations of me, from my friends, family, and the teaching staff at Hogwarts, that it mentally tore me apart, and for many years, I was lost.
The house that I had been assigned to my first year helped alot, because it was alot of people alot like me, who had been through something in the past and were either gaining or recovering from it now. I made many friends, not like those of the class I had my first year, with new wicken girls to talk with and I slowly began to regain a social life.
That was when my father died.
I didn't hear about it for a week, as the magical community hustled to see what had happened, and if it had a magic trace to it. I never did find out about how he died, but it seemed like when I first heard about it, it was the moment that all of Hogwarts found out. They suddenly knew all about my father, and what heh ad wanted for me to become; and everyone close to me tried pushing me and pushing me farther, saying that it was what he wanted to do. It was then and only then that I became a total loner; my social life crumbled, and I didn't date for many months. The times that I wasn't at Hogwarts were the easiest, so that I didn't have eveyrone in the world knowing exactly what I was, who my father was, and how badly I had let him down. It haunts me, but I move on. My pain is still there, but I move on. My life will never be the same because of that wretched brute, but I'll move on.
Sample Post:
Even though he knew very well that someone was speaking to him, the Maka Beta looked up to try to focus his eyes and sighed out deeply. A blow to the head from the butt of a fire stick never felt good, but luckily it didn’t have any long term effects and soon enough, he could see straight again. Yes, its Tiombe talking to me…yes, that’s her. Canis’s tail beat on the marbled floor, and he nodded his head slowly as to not create the dizzy effect again.
I’ll be fine with time; just a little drowsy, you know?
The male nodded to her paw, which seemed to be healing up just fine without outside care.
That paw seems like it has healed up quite well. Although I don’t think you will have to use it anytime soon, with Scarlet gone and everything. I…I don’t know what to think about Kiba. It was my job to take care of him, to show him the right pathway that he would need to follow to be a good follower; or even a leader if that was the life he had chosen. But what a good mentor! Get your pupil banished, while you are fighting with some pesky human about life and death. I should have never volunteered my services. I failed the pup.
Hurt was in the eyes of Canis Lupus, and he looked away from the female. He didn’t want to just whine and complain to her all day, but she was the only one that wouldn’t think him weaker of the sort. Scanning the woods outside the den, the Beta slightly thought that he had seen a glimmer of black fur, but pushed it out of his mind. If Kiba had come back, then he was wishing for a fight that Canis didn’t feel up to giving him. But if Severus, obviously the new Alpha Male of the group, spotted him, well…goodbye little pup.
The multi-colored brute smiled and pulled himself to all fours.
I’m fine Tiombe, really. Though I would really like to go join Amaroq and the others in their battle. The humans have obviously left our lands and the next land over, the Shan; but that means that they have to be traveling through the Avalik now and that will be where the action is happening.
A whine escaped his maw. O’ how he wanted to battle; and even though he hadn’t completely proven himself to survive a human/wolven battle unscaved, Canis had still come out alive, and the human still lay dead on the forest floor. Spring was definitely blossoming, and the wolf could see leaves and leaves perched on their branches for miles of the wolven territory. The forest was replenishing itself from the fire, as trees always do, and it gave the Beta a strong sense of pride to be in a place that was so frightening, and so magnificent all in the process.
The new brujo was now speaking with the Alpha, and seemed a bit overconfident with the fact that he had brought foot home. A kill that size must have taken some strength to pull down, and the rippling muscles under the coat of the new male proved that he could have surely taken it down by his lonesome. Stretching out a bit and tracting his claws in and out, the scruffy male turned to Tiombe and nodded. This way… it said, as he padded groggily out of the den. With a nod to Severus to note that he wouldn’t be going far, Canis Lupus hoped secretly that he didn’t run into Kiba. If the pup and Beta were to meet, the orders from Scarlet to kill or run him off would be applied, even though he still felt that the near-yearling had to have done something ferociously wrong to get betrayal set on him. Nevertheless, Kiba would have to pay one way or another for his misdoings.
One paw was placed in front of the other, as the Maka Beta finally made his way to the wood’s edge, and sat down were the sun could not reach him, and shadows shaded comfortably. It wasn’t as if spring had come to early, for the warmth was a great relief from moon changes of frigid cold; but too much heat always made Canis moody and uncomfortable. Looking in Tiombe’s direction, it was obvious in his eyes that boredom had taken over, and he was looking for something, or someone, to preoccupy him.
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It could be felt nosing its way through his throat, into his nostrils and finally… “Achoo!” The very realization that Kiba had sneezed so loudly and obviously given away his location startled the pup, and he turned swiftly in the leaf litter, leaving his scent all around the place. All was hard enough without him being detected, and so now as his stealth had been compromised, the black male took on another approach. Swinging wide so as to avoid Severus and his newfound company, the banished yearling made his way into the side entrance to the den.
Tiombe and the Maka Beta had already left out the main den entrance, and so long as that stubborn Alpha or the new male didn't make their way into the den, Kiba would have it for a least a few hours. That would be when Scarlet would return, and the male would have a chance to stalk and harass her like he O' so lov'd to do. Yes, she will regret leaving me behind, turning her back on me. One day that ignorant Alphess will learn that Kiba is the one who will reign Supreme; and even when she grovels and whines at my feet, I will bring her down and kill all offspring she would have born by then. A devilish grin creeped across the face of the avenging brute, and he made his way down each corridor, before finally touching stone instead of dirt.
The smell of the Makas that he had longed for a 'treasured' for so long now flooded his nose, and Kiba wished to snort to rid himself of the stench. However he needed to learn when to keep his body in tact and out of the hearing range of any who could possibly expose him. Swift feet carried the yearling everywhere, and even if the Alpha was to discover and pin him now, youth and agility would override the significant other and send Kiba rushing through the trees at top speed. No longer was he a defenseless little pup alone in the snow...no longer was he anything lesser than greatness. The feeling of regret sometimes taunted his mind, yet proved to be worthless when matched with a thought of power and control over everyone he met.
Careful not to disturb and alert any of the other pups who might remain in the den, for he hadn't been watching if Scarlet had returned with Shaun or not, the intruder smelled himself to make sure his scent was masked. All that was brought to his nose was dirt and the rubble of leaf litter, and the crooked smile was placed upon his maw yet again. Purposely, Kiba wanted to make himself known, but not allow Severus, Tiombe, Canis, or the new brute to find his exact location. He stood directly beside the straight shot exit, and knew that no other wolf could possibly know of his entrance. Opening his maw delicately, the intelligant Kiba spoke into a corner where it would be personified in every inch of the cave. It would sound as if the male were everywhere at once, and his exact location couldn't be found by sight, smell, or hearing so long as he kept to the shadows.
"Foolish little Severus. Your pety excuse of an Alpha Female has left you with a bone-picking loner to deal with, while she is off more than likely acting flirty-flirty with another brute. You were always one to not understand big words, so I will break it down nicely. No one can banish me; try as you might, a single hair of mind will not be found or harmed so long as Scarlet lives. She will die, regretting the day that she tried to exile the only pup she so-called 'cared about'."
The young pup cackled, it echoing in his own ears as well.
"C'mon, I dare you. Make my day you Alpha-ship wanna be! You can't even persuade her to make pups, much less run a pack with you!"
Kiba knew very well that the two had only recently became mates over the past moon change or so, but still the yearling had confidence that his words would be able to spark some type of anger within the Maka Pack Alpha. He was so intuned, so 'connected' with his female that it had to make him irritated or at least a tad bit enraged for the fact that a loner had snuck into his den and was insulting him from inside that den of which was his! Chuckling silently to himself, one paw was raised and his head dipped into the shadows to watch with careful, blue orbs, to see if the male would have the guts to respond.
ABOUT YOU
Name: Wolfy/Z
Years of Experience: 1 year and like 2 months.
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