Post by ophelia cara selwyn on Nov 15, 2012 16:47:53 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://www.pixeden.com/media/k2/galleries/165/001-subtle-light-pattern-background-texture-vol5.jpg) ; border-left: 10px solid #1C161E; border-right: 10px solid #1C161E;] OPHELIA C. SELWYN  full name: ophelia cara selwyn canon or orginial: canon age: sixteen year: sixth year house: hufflepuff blood: pure wand: eleven inches, unicorn hair, maple patronus: n/a boggart: it's dark. her eyes can't pierce the blackness before her, and she flings her hands out, trying to find something- anything- and she loses them, can't see them. there's a faint scent of blood, and a panting sound, and she can't see where it's coming from, because it's so dark, and she feels helpless and weak, and it's dark- she wakes. erised: she sees herself with friends and no family. she sees herself successful, working as an auror. she sees herself truly happy and truly at peace with who she is. birth place: london ------------------------------------------------- "I don't suppose there's much to say. You've heard of my family, of course- you're probably well aware that I'm the embarrassment. Or maybe you're not; I doubt it's the kind of thing my parents would like to broadcast. If you're at school, however, you're going to know that I'm a Hufflepuff. It's- Selwyn's aren't supposed to be Hufflepuff's. It's either Slytherin or, if anything else, Ravenclaw. I guess I'm an anomaly. Unique... or perhaps just strange, at least to my family, to the society that I have grown up in. But I digress- I should go back to the beginning, right? Let you know all about my childhood, not who I am now... well, alright then, although you've probably filled in the blanks yourself! I grew up (and still live now!) on the huge family estate in London. It was always very grand and extravagant, you know... I actually loved it there, and mostly I still do now! I have two siblings, which is supposed to be great fun, or something, but they're both typical Selwyn's- Slytherins, purist, and all of that sort of thing- and they picked on me terribly as a child. I never really fit in with them, because I wasn't cruel or mean to the other kids, and I didn't like to argue or confront people, and I'm still much the same now.... They used to tease me constantly about being ginger; another thing, apparently, I'm not supposed to be. It seems that our parents gave all the 'good' genes to my siblings, although I'm happy with who I am! My parents didn't really discriminate against me, per se, despite knowing that I wasn't going to be their model daughter... but I guess I didn't get as much attention as my siblings, who showed signs of magic at the same time as I did, but theirs were cultivated into darker things than mine.... They were always pretty mean growing up, although there was obviously love between us. It was sort of like- they could pick on me, but the other kids weren't allowed to... I suppose that was quite nice of them, considering... Anyway; it wasn't until the later years, after I had first arrived at Hogwarts and been sorted into Hufflepuff and classed as different to my siblings and family, that things started going really bad. I mean- I'm not sure what changed. Maybe it was nothing at all. Maybe my parents had always been that way, because they always did constantly go on about bloodlines, about the family name, about how old the family was, and how rooted in the dark arts we were... but they started to become... twisted. Evil? I'm not sure... I'm not like them, you know, and I never was. I try not to observe anything they, or my siblings do. My siblings started to become cruel towards me, rather than teasing, and my parents hated me- despised me, even. I'm not a Selwyn to them, because I don't care whether or not my friends are pureblood, and I don't care that I'm in Hufflepuff, and that I'm supposedly weak... I'm not a Selwyn, but it doesn't matter to me. It does to them, though. I'm... afraid of them now, I suppose. My family, I mean. I may come from a dark background, but that doesn't define me." |
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your alias: elle
a roleplay sample:
The Selwyn name. What did that really mean? Ophelia wasn’t entirely sure. To her, it meant little. After all, it had been made quite clear to her, by her parents, by her siblings, and by everyone else, too, that she wasn’t a Selwyn. Not really. She was a Hufflepuff, and she was weak, as a result. Although she chose not to listen to such things, by now able to let them fly straight over her head, the names sometimes stuck to her, and she would dwell over and over them, turning them in her mind, until she managed to come up with an answer as to why she wasn’t those things they said she was. It shouldn’t matter to her that much, she knew- other people loved her purely for being her, not caring that she was a Selwyn, most of them thinking her braver due to her blatant disapproval of the darker views her parents and siblings shared. Ophelia had never been sure of who exactly she was, and it was painful, at times, but she refused to let it show upon her face. She wore a sunny smile, and she ducked her head at the nearest sign of conflict, and she walked on by whenever someone stopped to say something hurtful or spiteful about her. She had learned to deal with such things, even if there was no stopping them happening. Some people refused to let her forget that, even if she didn’t feel like it, she was still a Selwyn- still had the family name to uphold, even with all of her embarrassment. Still had something to prove- even more so now that she wasn’t a Slytherin, or even a Ravenclaw. Of course- it had been years since they had discovered that about her, and yet it still played upon her mind.
But she fit well into the Hufflepuff house. She was friendly, and bright, and sunny, and optimistic. She worked hard. She was intelligent enough when it came down to it, and had a smile and a wave to offer to everyone, even if she was met with disdain and insults thrown at her. That was- she was a Hufflepuff through and through. The moment the sorting hat had been placed upon her head, it had shouted the word out, before she had even had a chance to plead with it to change it’s mind. Back then, she’d been terrified of what her family would think if she was placed into anything other than Slytherin. Back then, she had walked to the Hufflepuff table slowly, and heard the whispers, and met her siblings disapproving gazes, and she had ducked her head in humiliation. Now, she stood tall and proud, and pretended that those things didn’t matter, and that she was over it all. Now, Ophelia Selwyn acted as though she was as brave and courageous as she should be, despite being sensitive and wracked with insecurities. Ophelia didn’t need those people who tried to taunt and torment her. She needed her friends, the ones she had gathered over the years and maintained close bonds with, and she needed herself.
When it came to returning home for the holidays, Ophelia tended to lock herself into her huge room and avoid her siblings and parents until it was absolutely necessary that she face them. Her father still made the crude comments about her house, and her siblings still tugged at her hair and snickered and wrinkled their noses, and her mother still shook her head with a disapproving gaze, disappointed in everything that Ophelia had become. But Ophelia didn’t care. She didn’t.
Really.
What was in a name anyway?
But she fit well into the Hufflepuff house. She was friendly, and bright, and sunny, and optimistic. She worked hard. She was intelligent enough when it came down to it, and had a smile and a wave to offer to everyone, even if she was met with disdain and insults thrown at her. That was- she was a Hufflepuff through and through. The moment the sorting hat had been placed upon her head, it had shouted the word out, before she had even had a chance to plead with it to change it’s mind. Back then, she’d been terrified of what her family would think if she was placed into anything other than Slytherin. Back then, she had walked to the Hufflepuff table slowly, and heard the whispers, and met her siblings disapproving gazes, and she had ducked her head in humiliation. Now, she stood tall and proud, and pretended that those things didn’t matter, and that she was over it all. Now, Ophelia Selwyn acted as though she was as brave and courageous as she should be, despite being sensitive and wracked with insecurities. Ophelia didn’t need those people who tried to taunt and torment her. She needed her friends, the ones she had gathered over the years and maintained close bonds with, and she needed herself.
When it came to returning home for the holidays, Ophelia tended to lock herself into her huge room and avoid her siblings and parents until it was absolutely necessary that she face them. Her father still made the crude comments about her house, and her siblings still tugged at her hair and snickered and wrinkled their noses, and her mother still shook her head with a disapproving gaze, disappointed in everything that Ophelia had become. But Ophelia didn’t care. She didn’t.
Really.
What was in a name anyway?
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