Silisia Anja De'Ath

[SILISIA ANJA DE'ATH]

• SILISIA ANJA DE'ATH •
she lives in a fairy tale,
somewhere too far for us to find

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, silisia anja de'ath
nicknames, Lisia
age, twenty five
birthday, eleven february 1968
school, hogwarts
house, ravenclaw allumini
occupation,
current location,
blood status, pureblood
wand, 13" unicorn hair mahogany
broom, NA

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, blonde
eye color, blue
height, 5'4"
weight, 55kg
distinguising features, Her bright blue eyes

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,
Honest people
Freedom/ Independence
Animals
Solitary time
Poetry
Art
dislikes,
People that don't care or are cruel
Pessimists
Her brother
Depression
Tomatoes
strengths,
Working with horses
Working with people
weaknesses,
Doesn't let people close to her
Is emotionally erratic
quirks/habits,
She struggles to have clear thoughts when she's stressed
She chews her pens (funny muggle writing things) and her quill when thinking
She sleeps in the afternoons when she's depressed
She sleep talks when she's under a lot of pressure
worst fear, Her brother Raven, finding her
best kept secret, What her family did to her
patronus, panther ;; the day she was sent to live with her aunt
boggart,

“A crash resounded behind Silisia and as she turned in fright she found herself caught in a pair of heavy hands, which hurled her into the cabinet her. Glass shattered, and Silisia felt shards pierce her skin. Frightened, she glanced up to see the brooding eyes of Raven.
“Repairo,” he drawled lazily, pointing his wand at the broken piece of antique furniture. “Now now, you really should not go around breaking priceless family heirlooms.”
His lips twisted into a sardonic sort of smile. Silisia felt a drop of blood drip down her face. She gently touched her fingers to her cheek and pulled her hand away to glance at the stain of blood on her hand. A small, involuntary whimper left her lips.
“Hush now baby. You know you’re not supposed to be down here,” he knelt down, and an almost tender look touched his eyes. It was the hunger behind them that scared her. His pressed his lips to her blood stained cheek. A shudder of fear ran through her body, as she remembered similar memories. Just this time, it happened to be more violent. She knew what would come...”

amortenia, Leather, jasmine in the spring, horses
relationship status, single
sexuality, Anti affection
overall personality,

Silisia has a deep love and concern for her fellow humans and is at her happiest when she feels herself to be in the service of others. She is a supportive and self-sacrificing and a friend to all (Mainly because she hates conflict). She intuitively knows how to cheer or heal others who are in a crisis. She also has a swift, analytical mind, dexterity and a lot more faith and courage than is often demonstrated by the others. She is a empathetic and a kind person and skilled in the arts of diplomacy and leadership. (When she feels like it) However, she does not feel sympathy and struggles to think in emotional terms, keeping her ideas and support logical and very rational. She has an innate wisdom about what others need to survive and thrive. She manages to easily earn the devotion and respect of others and desires to become a pillar of her community.

She is so self-sacrificing she is also in danger of working herself to the point of exhaustion. One of her life path lessons she still needs to learn is to remember to care for her as much as she care for others. Another one of her life challenges is to make sure that she doesn't take on more than she can chew as this might force her to break promises that her would rather keep. She is a soft touch, so she is also at the risk of being taking advantage by individuals who might see her kindness as the mark of a fool. Silisia almost allows people to take advantage of her. The word no does not seem to exist in her dictionary and she obliges to most requests. Unfortunately, it makes her angry and crabby and loses her temper with the people that are not taking advantage of her. She tends to be a little passive aggressive that way. While she should be laying down her boundaries, she takes her anger out on the people around her. She can be very impatient if she's had a long day, or a rough week. However, her traditional approach to life along with its ethics and moral values usually serves her well.

She is far too centred around others, often leading her to neglect herself. She often finds herself worn out and depressed caught up in a state of self loathing after a long period of working or keeping busy. TLC for herself is a language she must learn. She cannot help people to her full capabilities until she finds the balance. She is terrified to show her anger so she bottles it up, causing herself a lot of damage.

Silisia is not the fit in the box kind of person. She is unusual, has unusual beliefs, and approaches to things. Out of a work context, her speech is sometimes hard to follow because she changes her ideas very quickly and muses to herself. She doesn't feel the need to make sense in ordinary conversations. She has not quite found the boundaries of work and play and tends to work more than socialise. She takes her school work very seriously. She is very caring and open to people's ideas and pain. She is one of those people that draw people close and allow them to talk easily without fear of being judged. She hates judgmental people and hypocritically, she is rather prejudice and closed minded towards them. This of course, escapes her knowledge because she refuses to believe that she is being hypocritical. It is a great blind spot of hers. To most people though, she has some understanding and most of the time has a great acceptance for who they are and why they do things the way they do. This comes through in her smile and gentle approach to people in need.

Silisia can be hard headed and stubborn and tends to be very flighty when it comes to people entering her personal life. She can be very short tempered when she's had a long day or if she's upset. When she's very angry, she tends to cry. She is a very calm person so she doesn't get angry quickly, but when she does, she completely looses it. She is trying to work on establishing her boundaries because she tends to be a bit too considerate and people get away with too much from her. This makes her very tired but sometimes that extra patience pays off. She isn't afraid to say what she thinks and can sometimes be considered tactless with people that get on her nerves.

She has a very dry sense of humour and loves making people laugh and feel better about themselves. She can be a bit over the top at times when she feels as if she needs to present herself to an 'audience' as such. Her and her speech patterns could be considered quite opulent and diplomatic when she puts in that effort. She uses her talent in the languages to manipulate people in the direction she wants them to go. She tries not to use this unless she considers it absolutely necessary. She is clever and tends to get a little irritated with people that are slower than she is or cannot follow her elaborate speech pattern. You won't find her anywhere near a club or anywhere with loud music. She is very cultural orientated and spends most of her time reading or painting in solitary. Her gatherings with friends are very civilized, although that is compromised by her eccentric behaviour.

She is very dedicated to what she does and will always go the extra mile not matter the circumstances. This sometimes leaves her in complete burnout but she considers it worth the price. Silisia is very arty and paints in her free time to relax herself and connect with who she really is. She allows her ideas to flow onto canvas with a very informal approach. She doesn't paint for the world but rather for herself and finds it very difficult to part with her paintings. She is emotionally attached very easily to things and develops passions for thing. Her concepts are usually hard to follow or require a lot of thought to understand but she is always happy to explain things deeper if one would just ask. She also enjoys writing poetry, reading, and comprehending it as well. She has slowly fallen into more of a balance but still leans to more intellectual and cultural rather than other spheres. The only social she would choose over learning is helping people in her work. Silisia isn't a what you see is what you get type of person and struggles with opening up to anyone. She will open up to those she has become attached to and her aspects of her personality are hidden to people and one has to look to see who she really is. Under stress she tends to internalize emotion rather than bring it out to the world.

Silisia often throws herself into things without thinking. She is governed by impulsive thought and her passions. This often leaves her in trouble but she is far too proud to ask for help when she gets herself into difficult situations. Silisia can easily be considered a paradox of a person. While she cares for other people, she does not want other people to care for her. She is very closed with people, and is not afraid to manipulating them into believing what she wants them to believe about her. She desperately hides behind the facade she puts up when people pry into her life. “The past is in the past –” A rather hypocritical life motto. She has a lot of growing to do as a person, far more than she's like to admit.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, cassandra de'ath, 55, death eater
father, edward de'ath, 65, death eater
siblings, edward II de'ath, 43, deceased
raven de'ath, 40, death eater
chloe de'ath, 25, death eater
extended family, penelope pauw - aunt deceased
nalean de'ath, 18, neice
others of importance, na
overall history,

Silisia was born into a closed minded, cynical family that bordered on being almost medieval in their pureblood mania. They lived in Africa for the first years of her life, before her parents moved to Oxford, England. The household demanded that order was kept and her father was a very strong perfectionist and control freak and believed in the type of order Voldemort had once imposed. Her mother on the other hand was a paranoid, and rather irrational and over protective of her fortune but cared little for her children who were nothing less of status symbols. Silisia and her twin, although not identical, Chloe were surprises to the family, their youngest sibling being Raven, who was fifteen years older than they. Their father was proud. He believed that girls were more susceptible to him moulding them into the ways of his family and the tradition of being in Slytherin. He made it clear that they'd be in Slytherin, or they'd be outcasts of the family. Chloe, the more docile of the twins was happy to accept this but Silisia, who was the opposite of her twin desired to know more, unhappy to believe that “mudbloods” and “muggles” were scum. She slowly tried to look beyond the walls of their family house that was the picture of class. Chloe was very much like her father and was sophisticated and worst of all, cruel. Silisia on the other hand believed there was more to life. Essentially she was a dreamer, fascinated with the muggle life outside her window. This lead both her mother and her father to dote on Chloe more. Her father to encourage her thought pattern and to punish Silisia, and her mother in fear that she'd loose her fortune because she provided a free thinker and individualist to the family.

Silisia, in a desperate attempt for attention, drew away from her parents and sister, and drew closer to her older brothers. They were not a good influence on her and when it came down to things, they took advantage of her and her innocence and she became very callous and difficult at the age of ten. She began to feel as though her parents ignored her because she did something wrong. She slowly began to blame herself for the things that happened and became more withdrawn and gave up on having friends altogether. Instead she threw herself into art and memorising spells that she found in books in her father's library. She was determined to show her parents that she could in fact do well in something. She didn't understand why her parents loathed her. Her naivety did not allow her to see that her parents hated her for her compassion to all people, including the so called scum. Her oldest brother died in a freak accident when dealing with some things in the department of mysteries.

The real cause, was her brother. Raven lived with his parents still, with his bride. He had had two children by her, the first forcing him to marry her at the age of nineteen when Silisia was four years old. She has originally just been a fling. She was a kind hearted woman, charmed by his deceit. He had a boy and a girl. The house was promised to Raven, him being the eldest so he was to remain there. Raven become the source of most of Silisia's anguish. She had openly admired, as a younger sister would, her brother, totally besotted with his charm. She was completely wrapped around his finger and any request of his would be obeyed. At first, Raven innocently used this against Silisia, requesting her to bring him his stuff or food and drink. Less than innocent things proceeded when Silisia turned ten. Raven noticed his parents dislike for their daughter and preyed upon her isolation from those people who were supposed to protect her. He was also bored with his good natured wife, who doted upon her three year old daughter and her five year old boy. Little kisses followed, claiming it to be normal sibling behavior. She began to avoid her brother, unhappy with the way the relationship was going. Whenever they did come into contact and Silisia resisted his advances, she got pushed into walls or hit, often berated with abusive words too. She got her letter to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, as well as her sister. Her parents still dared to hope that somewhere, Silisia had the same cruel streak of a Slytherin. Lately, she had been showing it. Though, they didn't know the real cause of it.


When she got to Hogwarts she was sorted into Ravenclaw and her sister into Slytherin. Her brother was long out of Hogwarts so she needn't fear him. Her parents were not sure what to make of it. She was not the first in her family that had been sorted into Ravenclaw. Her father's sister had been one as well as his own mother. His sister had been a disgrace to the family name, while his mother had not been. At least, they resigned, their daughter had not been sorted into Slytherin. For a while she was completely happy with her life. She slowly began to make friends and looked to the brighter side of life. She was away from her parents, and best of all, she was away from Raven. She made loads of friends from most of the houses as her open, eccentric personality came out. She really started caring for people and by putting them first she became know as some one people could talk to about problems. Her parents heard of her escapades when she got home the next summer, having refused to come home during the holidays because of Raven. With great disgust, they sent her to go live with aunt, who was other disgrace to the family name. Raven left her with words, “You'll always be mine.”

Her Aunt was ecstatic to receive Silisia, happy that family there was another family member of a good nature. She combated Silisia's anger with empathy and slowly Silisia grew out of her shell. She began to see herself as the bright bubbly kid she used to be and often set out seeking adventure. Her good grades encouraged Silisia’s parents to welcome her back into the folds of their family. After all, even death eaters need someone smart in their ranks. Taken by surprise at the change in change in attitude, Silisia moved back home at the age of sixteen, soon after her aunt told her it was no longer safe to stay with her. Confused, and hurt, Silisia moved back in with her family and spent most of her time with her nine year old niece, Nalean, in her room or away in the countryside. Her family remained civil, while Raven lurked in the shadows. Just as she graduated from Hogwarts and Nalean started her school career, both her aunt and Nalean’s mother died. Angry and suspicious, she began looking into the family secrets. She found herself in a secret room below the house. Piles of documented meetings lay around, detailing dealings with people who had similar beliefs of the death eaters of two hundred years ago. For the year she spied on the people slipping in and out of her family’s house, until one day she was caught by Raven. He unleashed his full force of anger and lust and Silisia was dragged into her family’s dark world.

Silisia fled from her home and hid in the countryside in Shropshire. She bought a small farm with horses. For a few years she remained there, while studying psychology. She occasionally had sessions with witches and wizards. When she was twenty one she heard about the death of Harry Potter and the rise of Voldemort. Knowing that her family would be in the dealings, she walled herself off from the outside world, living almost like a muggle.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, Sarah
gender, Female
age, 19
contact, Contact me for my msn
other characters, none
passwords, -Admin Edit-
experiance, 4 years
how you found us, I made us
roleplay sample.

Mist rose up from the breath of the hunting party. The Queen of Drasnia lead the party into the courtyard, her young stallion still prancing with exhilaration. Her occasional hunting trips were to create a sense of comradery within the court even though the act of hunting for sport was considered barbaric by the queen. In dark times, it was always good to keep true to close advisors. What met her in the courtyard was her war stallion saddled in his armour and ready with her oldest councillor clutching a letter gravely in his hand. A stable hand took the reins of the coloured young stallion upon which the queen was mounted. Sighing, she slipped from the saddle as graciously as she could and removed her leather riding gloves.
“Your majesty,” the old man said respectfully giving a small bow. “News from Altin – You have been cordially to a state visit. I do believe they are to broach the subject of the war.”
A grim line touched his face, and Sil frowned in turn.
“Gather my most trusted advisors. I will go prepare myself,” she said curtly. She gently took the letter from the old man’s outstretched hand and moved out of the courtyard.

Getting ready was a brief process, as most of her things had been set out for her. Her last action was to buckle her late husband’s sword to her waist. She threw the hood of her cape over her head as she moved deliberately through the main entrance, to the awaiting party. The large chestnut stallion that awaited her pawned the ground and the horses moved restlessly under the tense guard. The old councillor looked out upon the group gravely, holding his staff tightly in his withered hands. Silisia glanced at him as the courtyard bowed respectfully.
“Do what is best for you people,” he said solemnly. She swung up lightly into the stallion’s saddle and took her place in the middle of the guard. Light glanced off the silver of the stallion’s armour as he tossed his head. Hooves pounded angrily against the stone floor of the city. The guard galloped out into the white frozen landscape of Drasnia. The sky shone grey above their heads and in the distance the silent threat of more snow threatened the freezing land.

While the distance was long, the Drasnian Company moved quickly, stopping only at night to rest the horses. Altin glimmered on the horizon, and their journey from the frozen land was almost complete. Upon the next day the clatter of hooves entered the city of Drummond. While it was still winter, the temperature had risen considerably from the below freezing of Drasnia to what its natives considered a reasonable temperature. Dropping her hood, she regarded the castle before her with a stern frown. Some stable hands ran out to receive their horses but the king of Altin was nowhere to be seen. The sentries were to alert him of her presence a good half an hour ago. Sighing in dissatisfaction she slid gracefully from her war stallion who breathed a sigh of great relief. Rare affection lit up her eyes as she crooned softly to the large stallion who placed his head in her arms. With the sound of feet against stone the stallion looked around warily before nibbling affectionately on his owner’s cloak. As the stable hand moved to collect him, the queen gave him a sharp look.
“Look after him well,” she said curtly, handing her reins to the boy. The large chestnut gave the boy a calculatedly look before attempting to nip his hand.

Moving swiftly with her closest guards she made her way through up to the palace, bristling with irritation. A few servants hurriedly showed her to where the king was residing. Once inside, the queen turned her icy eyes upon the contents of the room. The soft grey of her cloak, and armour whispered of the ice lands that lay in the farthest reaches of the world. After the long travel her appearance softened the glittering distance in her eyes. While still carrying the air of aloofness, soft curls that had escaped from her bun framed her face created a sense of homeliness. Her guards flanked her protectively. With a casual wave she commanded them to stand at the side of the hall.
“The courtesy of your halls has somewhat lessened of late,” she said icily, “King of Altin.”
She held her summons out with an air of disappointment. Her eyes danced over the other two occupants of the room. One she recognised to be the prince of Lydel. It did not surprise her to see the King’s son there as from what she was aware, the King was still gravely ill. She had heard rumours of the lady knight that accompanied their family although she preferred to not concern herself with such news; or any news. The days for rationality had long since passed and now her only duty was to protect her kingdom.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!

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