Post by Samantha C. DeLinco on Nov 13, 2012 6:27:48 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;] SAMANTHA CLAIRE DeLINCO  full name: Samantha "Sammy" DeLinco canon or orginial: Original age: 16 year: 6th house: Gryffindor blood: half wand:Hippogriff Feather,14in, Chestnut patronus: Wolf boggart: Loosing Everything erised: To have her mother saved birth place: New York ------------------------------------------------- Once Emily gave birth to her two children, one being a little girl, and the other one being a bouncing boy. Each being healthy, except for a small problem with her son who she named Alexander, he had a deformed leg. It was something that would need to be surgically fixed. Her daughter, Samantha, on the other hand, was perfectly healthy with nothing wrong with her, unlike her twin brother. Being completely loud, she would not shut up unless she wanted to sleep, or she wanted to eat. While Alexander was a little bit more mellow, and quieter than his sister was. Emily had a good time taking are of the two young children she had gained. And after the two were born and able to leave the hospital, Emily moved back to her home, which was in London England. There was where she wanted to raise her children. But first, she would need to give her son surgery to repair the leg that had been deformed. Since they didn't have many things that could help to fix him. Though there was one operation that could probably fix it. The only thing is that Emily hadn't been making a lot of money over the past four years, and she couldn't afford the surgery. So Alexander would need to live with the deformation in his leg until Emily would be able to make enough money to afford the surgery. The real problems began to happen when Alex and Sam where only around the age of three. With Alex always walking in crutches, and Sam being stubborn and head-strong. Not wanting to do anything the way her mother told her to already at this young age, Emily was having trouble taking care of them both. She hadn't worked in a long time, but her grandmother had left her some money since she died, giving her money to get a house and pay it off. Also enough to help her afford the surgery for Alex, who was only three, and didn't know anything other than his crutches, surgery would be hard on him. It was a good thing that Sam was always willing to help her brother, help him to get around, or to do everyday stuff. Even building him small contraptions that would help him to get around in a better way. Alex even helped Sam with some of these inventions. They were nothing big, just things that kids would build. Even if they did have a little bit more detail to them. Having things on them that many kids their age wouldn't think to include on small things such as these. They were very extraordinary young children. With Sam and Alex turning six, Alex could get around rather well with his crutches. And Emily was about to have him have the surgery that would help him fix his leg. When she began to date again. It had been so long too. Emily had almost forgotten about all that. With two kids, it was easy to forget slot of things though. Most of the guys that she dated where not very kind to Sam. She would always go up and question them in that little kiddy way, and they would simply push her away as if she where nothing. It was very rude, at least that was what Sam though about it all. Others where a little nicer, but turns out they had just been nice to her because they wanted Emily to like them. But it was either so they could get lick at the end of the night, or so they could get in on some of the money that Emily's grandmother had left behind for her. None of them where any good, at least that was what Sam learned to think. She was surprised that her mother hadn't just given up and realized that there were no men out there, and that none where any good. But she just couldn't see it. At least Sam could, and that was what seemed to start her burning hatred for the male species. When a man finally did come into their lives, he was kind to Sam and Alex. He also seemed genuine and not after things such as Emily's money like all the others. But Sam didn't exactly like him. Since age was only about eight, no one really cared what she thought, or even bothered to even listen to what she had to say about him. Alex on the other hand, didn't have any problems with the man that claimed to love their mother. Sam had never liked the way he seemed to be nice, and he claimed to have a lot of money, and to have money to support them. He even played for Alex's surgery. That just seemed to make Emily think he was the best guy that ever lived. That he was different then all the rest. So when he asked Emily to marry him, she couldn't say no. Sam wished that she hasn't. She wished that her mother hadn't said yes to him. Maybe they all really should have listened to what Sammy had to say, because it turns out, she was right. He didn't turn out to be a very good man. He wasn't the man that everyone thought that he was at first. Right when Sam was about to think that she was wrong about him, he became the man that she thought he was. Or at least she knew that he was. He began to become meaner and meaner. At one point in the time he and Sam's mom where married, he actually hit her. Well, he did hit her several times. He also hit Sam and Alex once when they were arguing over something of extreme pettiness, when he got tired of their fighting and whacked them over the head rather hard, leaving a large bump. That was when Sam knew that she had been right about him all along. The worst thing was when one day, Sam was in her room working on something for Alex. Because even since he had the operation to help his leg, he still had a limp, and couldn't walk on it long. So Sam was going to make him a splint, to help him with the pain in his leg. But anyways, while she was in there, he came in and sexually assaults her. When Sam told her mother, Emily didn't believe what he had done. This just made Sam made. It also made her think that her mother was just plain stupid. That she couldn't see just what he was. And when Sam was able to get out, she did. Finally, Sam got the chance to leave. When she turned eleven, the letter from Hogwarts. It was a school that Emily had told Alex and Sam about. She told them about a lot of things that happened to her while she was there. That was why Sam was so happy when she got her letter that read: Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore Alex got one as well. They had been so exited. They couldn't wait to go and get their supplies. Sam had been very interested by the brooms, she would have gotten one if it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't have one. But she was happy to have an owl though. This one was a large black barn owl that she named Shillow. The only time she was happier then when she finally got there. When reaching Hogwarts, Sam still couldn't seem to think of anything but her mother. Even if she shouldn't be caring, after all, it was her mother’s choice to stay there with him; all that Sam really should be caring about was she. And getting her out of the situation where she would be putting herself in danger. But it was in her nature to care for those who are her family, or at least that are close enough to her to be her family, at least those she cares deeply about. And when it comes to that, there were only a few people, Alex, Emily, and Eloise. So that was why Sam was so keen on getting Alex out. She may have tried to help her mother, but she had been too blinded by what she thought was the truth to see past his outer shell, of what seemed to be kindness. The young girl just wished that her mother could see things like she did. That everyone could see things as Sam did. All that Sam could wish got now, and hope that Emily will finally make herself see clearer, and realize what kind of man the guy she had married really is. |
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your alias: Bluebird
a roleplay sample:
This was the only place that Sammy could really think. It was the place where she could come to and all her thoughts would be blown away. All her thoughts about what went on inside the school Sammy had been calling her home for the past six years of her life. But over the summers, she would be sent home, back to the prison she called her life before Hogwarts. Where her step-father held Sammy's mother. Where he had once held Sammy and her brother in his evil grasp. But that is what Sammy has been working on. She was been trying her best to get rid of him. But since she couldn't use magic outside of school, it was hard. With her fairly desent building skills, she had set traps all over the house for him to trip, but somehow he always managed to slip past them unscathed. Most of the time, she managed to capture either her twin brother Alex, Jon, her little half brother who was sweet despite who his father was and feel bad about trapping him, or her mother who she had been trying to save from the evil man. But never, not once over the past seven years has Sammy managed to outwit him. But she will someday.
Though Sammy's thinking spot may not exactly be what other people choose. It wasn't by the lake, or looking out a window of the dormitory. No, Sammy's place to think was on the bridge. Not just standing and looking over, no, Sammy stood up in an area where the ledge had been worn and there was a large gap. It was a gap large enough for a human being to stand in. And that was exactly what Sammy did, she would stand up in it, with her arms outstretched and eyes closed. This was only when the wind was stronger then normal, but not string enough to knock a person from where they where standing. Because with the wind and everything, Sammy felt like she was flying. To her, it was the greatest feeling of all. It made her feel like she was on her broomstick. And her broomstick was her happiest place. It made her feel safe, even though at any minute she could fall to her death to down and off the bridge. Except after several years of having this place as your thinking spot, you learn a thing or two about when you should step off so you don't plunge hundreds of feet to your definite death.
With the wind beginning to die down tremendously, Sammy lowered herself from the bridge. Having no wind to make the experience feel more realistic, she had no point in standing and pretending she was flying. It was somewhat foolish for her to do that, but on the inside, Sammy was foolish. She was really just a kid. One that had ADD and had trouble doing things that she was told, and paying attention when people talked to her. Getting distracted by the smallest and simplest of things. But Sammy was getting better at paying attention. After all, she had been working on it for a while now. She had been getting help from her mother. Sammy felt happy that she had someone that would help her with that kind of thing when she needed it. It made her feel sorry for those who didn't have someone like a mother to take care of them and help them when they needed it. But it was a shame that Sammy's mother was stuck with the terrible man she had married and Sammy had failed to make her see the kind of man he was. In a way, she was to blame for him living with them now.
Though Sammy's thinking spot may not exactly be what other people choose. It wasn't by the lake, or looking out a window of the dormitory. No, Sammy's place to think was on the bridge. Not just standing and looking over, no, Sammy stood up in an area where the ledge had been worn and there was a large gap. It was a gap large enough for a human being to stand in. And that was exactly what Sammy did, she would stand up in it, with her arms outstretched and eyes closed. This was only when the wind was stronger then normal, but not string enough to knock a person from where they where standing. Because with the wind and everything, Sammy felt like she was flying. To her, it was the greatest feeling of all. It made her feel like she was on her broomstick. And her broomstick was her happiest place. It made her feel safe, even though at any minute she could fall to her death to down and off the bridge. Except after several years of having this place as your thinking spot, you learn a thing or two about when you should step off so you don't plunge hundreds of feet to your definite death.
With the wind beginning to die down tremendously, Sammy lowered herself from the bridge. Having no wind to make the experience feel more realistic, she had no point in standing and pretending she was flying. It was somewhat foolish for her to do that, but on the inside, Sammy was foolish. She was really just a kid. One that had ADD and had trouble doing things that she was told, and paying attention when people talked to her. Getting distracted by the smallest and simplest of things. But Sammy was getting better at paying attention. After all, she had been working on it for a while now. She had been getting help from her mother. Sammy felt happy that she had someone that would help her with that kind of thing when she needed it. It made her feel sorry for those who didn't have someone like a mother to take care of them and help them when they needed it. But it was a shame that Sammy's mother was stuck with the terrible man she had married and Sammy had failed to make her see the kind of man he was. In a way, she was to blame for him living with them now.
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