ADDY, michaela alexis

[michaela alexis addy]

michaela alexis addy



"Could've given up so easily
I was a few cheap shots away from the end of me
Taking for granted most everything that I would've died for just yesterday"

ANYONE CAN SPEAK TROLL, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS POINT AND GRUNT
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full name: michaela alexis addy.

nicknames: alex, alexis, lexi, micky.
current age: seventeen.
date of birth: june 17th, 2005.
hogwarts house: gryffindor.
current year: 7th year.
wand: dragon heartstring, mahogany, 10".
affiliation: neutral. despite her house, she feels as though she's leaning towards the death eater side.
sexuality: straight.

WE EXCEED EXPECTATIONS JUST BY SHOWING UP FOR THE EXAMS
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likes:

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▪ sunny days - they're just so bright and warm
▪ reading - it's just fascinating. only, she hates non-fiction.
▪ learning - there's just so much to see, so much to do... she doesn't know where to start!
▪ acting out - there's nothing better than going against her parents.
▪ independence - admit it, freedom is good!
▪ boys - oh, any sane girl would love them
▪ sex - alright, there, not to get into detail, but it's just so... *pleasurable*
▪ winning - she loves winning.
▪ money - she's greedy like that... but she has a bunch of money anyways.
▪ being right - she likes it. a lot.[/ul]dislikes:

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▪ losing - it just sucks.
▪ exams - they're long, boring, and the pressure gets to her.
▪ being wrong - she can't stand it. being right, is, great.
▪ divination - what's the point?
▪ carrots - they taste horrible.
▪ hangovers - many times, she has to experience this, and she hates it so much.
▪ overachievers - show offs.
▪ coldness - it sends shivers down her spine, and not the good kind with guys.
▪ nicotine - it's just awful, it's the only one that she hates.
▪ broccoli - it's awful too.[/ul]strengths:

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▪ intelligent - she's not the smartest, but she can tell left from right.
▪ convincing - she can squirm out of trouble... often.
▪ potions - it's one of her best subjects
▪ dueling - she's had her fair share from the people she's pissed off.
▪ loyal - well... she is.[/ul]weaknesses:

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▪ procrastination - she can't help but leave things to the last minute.
▪ love - every girl gets weak in the knees when it's mentioned... right?
▪ has to have the last word - especially in heated arguements.
▪ emotions - she doesn't like showing it, but it comes out every so often
▪ patience - she just lacks it.[/ul]amortenia:

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▪ baked bread - her mother always bakes bread when things are good. granted, they're burned if things are horrid.
▪ cotton candy - the first time she went to the fair, the smell of cotton candy filled the air.
▪ chocolate - a guilty pleasure of hers... and most girls.[/ul]fears:

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▪ death - obviously
▪ becoming evil - she fears it... she doesn't want to, but she can't help herself.
▪ people forgetting her - what if she didn't exist?[/ul]desires:

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▪ power - it's becoming, really.
▪ love - after all, what girl doesn't dream of it, even if you have everything to lose.
▪ envoking fear - so... people will listen to her. fear is more effective than love and care.[/ul] dementor:

PATRONUS: peregrine falcon.

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HE'S NIPPING OFF TO THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS FOR A CUP OF TEA
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describe your character in six words: slutty. misunderstood. rebellious. ignorant. obsessed. different.

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hometown: London, England.
current location: London, England

parents: Richard Addy, 45, business tycoon, gryffindor
Emilia Addy (nee Potrochelli), 44, auror, slytherin.
siblings: Robert E. Addy, 9.
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history overview:

[/i] ties. That was her weakness, the inability to cut off everything she knew. And besides, she liked their money. No, she loved their money. She as accustomed to the rich, upperclass society that to take herself away from it on her own free will, it was unthinkable. Unknowable. Unimaginable. Impossible. It was just, she had to afford the alcohol and gain the social status to be invited to parties, and get what she wanted. She'll be damned, even if she was in a really intolerable situation with her family, their money was hers until Robbie got it, and they wouldn't dare cut her away from it. The best she could do was spend it all because Robbie became of age. 8 years. That should be enough time to dwindle the supply to a mere 10,000 galleons at the rate her father's company was going. But history first, not the future and soon to be depression.

Born on the sixth month, one hundred and sixty eight days into the good year of twenty oh five, Ms. Michaela Alexis Addy was brought to this earth at the warm sunny time of twelve oh seven to be the daughter of the pretentious Richard and Emilia Addy. She was to be raised in London, and stay in London. Doted on and spoilt like any child of the rich upper class, Alex doesn't know the meaning of poverty, hunger, or anything of that sort. Not until when she was maybe seven years of age when she started to learn the definitions of things she was not familiar with. Then she knew, but never experienced. Not until the early stages of adolescence. Her family was happy, for the most part, or from what young Michaela could see. When her father returned home and when her mother was actually at the house, there was always a peck on the cheek and a hug if she was lucky enough to glimpse. Most of the time, though, Michaela was cared with by nannies and housewives, and pretty much anyone who was not her parents. Great support there was, as always.

Michaela never really thought of it, and in turn she never felt neglected. She still craved for their attention, practically dogging their steps when they came home in that cute five year old way. That was the first time her father yelled at her, and not in the "please don't do that again" way. There were many words she did not understand at the time, words of anger, emotionally charged, but she knew that she had done something wrong and still wants to take it back, even to this day, 12 years later. She had dogged his footsteps many times before, and never had he yelled. In fact, he thought it was playful even. Maybe his business was dwindling, after all, at the time London wasn't exactly the best place to put a business. But when you're a pretty decently powered wizard, things often do change for the better. Maybe that was why he was so angry. Had he been pushed one step too much? Since then Michaela avoided dogging his steps, and her mother's steps. That is when the stony cold avoidance would begin. And when she started hearing weird sounds in the middle of the night. And then three years after that fateful night when she was 5, her brother was born.

She still remembers when she first was told of him. The carpet on the floor smelled like lasagna, last night's dinner. The coarseness of the brown strings in the mahogany color could still be remembered and felt, clearly, like a pinch or a sting, tickling the balls of her feet. The white washed walls were burned into the back of her brain, an ever present memory when her father and her mother sat her down on the carpet. She was naive, but she was only 8, what was to be expected of one of that age? Most of the time she was just thinking about how soft the carpet was today, if the maids had vacuumed it in that criss cross pattern she so adored. She knew that they liked her, she wasn't uptight or bossy, spoilt, yes, but not demanding in any sort like one would expect. And then they dropped the bomb. She noticed the sweat beading on her mother's eye. They had waited long enough, it seemed. It had been like that for nine long months. It explained why she hadn't heard any noises. What was this creature going to be? Just like Michaela, or different? How could someone be different if they came from the same place as Michaela? She was wondering. And then white again. The same flashes, but in a brilliant bright contrast that it stung her eyes, she had to look down on the floor, which was an even brighter shade of white, and so she closed her eyes. She didn't witness her brother's birth. She didn't even know what happened until someone told her. She opened her eyes and they stung like hell. She saw blood. She screamed. She ran towards a bundle. She was about to throw it on the ground, small its skull to itty bitty pieces, make the brain dislocate from its skull with the shaking. But no. If anything, she had helped him become special, a prodigy genius. Why did everything bad always happen to her?

She didn't know. Her father stopped caring, so it seemed. Her mother was always too busy to bake bread. Michaela stopped calling herself Michaela. Things changed. People moved on. Alex moved on. Robbie stepped into her place. He dogged their steps. Only one different: he wasn't yelled at. The pathetic excuse of a family was a constant reminder than she needed to turn to the family help for comfort. And so she did. They had all watched, waited for the temper tantrums that came, silently, and the withdrawal from her family to the help was quick, swift, and almost unnoticeable. By the time she was of age for Hogwarts, she was bidding her farewells to the maids, nannies, cooks, and servants, and not her family in the slightest bit. She had won them over, she had won this battle. The nannies didn't like her brother, the maids did half-decent jobs cleaning his room, the cooks made god-awful meals for him, and the servants, well, they did subtle little things that her parents would never notice on the daily basis. Alex would always hide a smile when they wrote to her at Hogwarts.

Being away from her family for the first time was exhilarating, the best experience she's ever had, even better than the highs she's achieved through recreational means. That's why it's her patronus was that memory, though she had yet to cast a complete full one (she had come quite close and wasn't giving up), but she needn't worry... most full grown adult wizards couldn't cast one either. The night was mostly a blur, maybe because it was happy, not painful and etched, but it was there, shimmering in remembrance. Time after time she's replayed it. The hat on her head. The anticipation. The finally, when the first syllables came out. "Gryff-" The applause had covered up the next part, it was so loud to her ears. She could never hold back a smile after listening and replaying it.

Flash forward, four years later, taking her first sip of alcohol. Flash forward three months later, loosing her virginity under the influence of alcohol. Flash forward a couple of years later, here she was never going back home.[/ul][/size][/font]

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hair: brown, just over shoulder length, very soft and silky.
eyes: chocolate brown colour, almond shaped, normal sized, not huge and bulging, but not microscopic.
height: 5'5"
build: slender, slim, 115 lbs.
distinguishing features: n/a.
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WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE TOLD US THIS YESTERDAY WHEN WE WERE AWAKE?

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alias: michelle?!
age: thirteenish
timezone: pacific standard.
roleplaying experiance: over a uear.
other characters: lysander and lilian.... wow i must've loved the letter l or something, right?
contact details: pm... or email or facebook. or something.
custom title: rebel gryffindor; 900020 please?

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[KARISSA NATALIA MANCUSO]

ACCEPTED !

ahh, i should have known it was your new
character, kait. very good app! i love the
history. it's so long and detailed! ahmmghh,
i love her already! <3 we must plot with her
and ChiChi. Anywho, make your claims and
such!