Post by rita on Dec 20, 2012 21:26:06 GMT
rita cynthia skeeter
[/i][/b] Rita has dark blonde hair which is normally found in loose curls around her shoulders. Her hair is normally immaculately done, and she takes great care to avoid it getting messed up during the day. She has light hazel coloured eyes, framed with thick, dark eyelashes. She is rarely seen without heavy eye-make up applied. Rita stands at around 5’3” tall, but she is never seen without heels, so she regularly appears to be around 5’8”. She weighs in somewhere around 119 pounds. Her body is classically described as slim, with minimal curves to speak of. However, Rita dresses rather provocatively, making the most of what she’s got. In terms of facial features, Rita is a carbon copy of her mother. She has high cheekbones, making her jaw and mouth the most prominent part of her face. Her lips are rather fuller than average, and are normally coloured a deep pink colour. In fact, when it comes to make up, Rita prefers a full face of it, completely covering any blemishes her complexion may harbour. When out of uniform, Rita’s wardrobe consists of short skirts and dresses, tight jeans and form fitting tops. This, to some extent, is to try and create the illusion of curves to her body. Everything is worn with heels of course, none of them are under five inches, Rita hates the feeling of having to physically look up to someone. She's also rarely seen without some form of jewellery adorning her body. For the most part, Rita likes the way she looks. She dresses with meticulous detail, and the same applies with her hair and make-up. She takes a great deal of pride in her appearance, always ensuring she looks her best, as in her opinion, anything less would be unacceptable.
full name: Rita Cynthia Skeeter
age: Seventeen
year: Seventh
birthday: October 19th
blood line: Halfblood
occupation: Student
house: Slytherin
Likes: Gossip, Flirting, Rumours, Arrogance, Sunshine, Writing, Blackberries, Heels, Mints, Sitting by the lake.
Dislikes: Not getting her own way, Rain, Rejection, Silence, Herbology, Not understanding things, Lack of gossip, Butterbeer, Detention, Crying
Secrets: Despite pretending otherwise, Rita struggles with the majority of her subjects and is barely scraping a pass. Now in her seventh year studying for NEWTs, her grades are getting steadily worse.
Strengths: Determined, Manipulative, Confident
Weaknesses: Insecure, Arrogant, Easily Persuaded
Personality: At first glance, Rita Skeeter is not the type of person you’d want to spend a large amount of time with. She’s a manipulative and sly character, with a tendency to spread vicious rumours around the school. It is not surprising that many fellow students see her coming and immediately turn in the opposite direction. She’s arrogant and opinionated, refusing to believe that she could ever be in the wrong, the blame always has to be placed on other people. She’s determined and ruthless, once she’s got something in her head, she’ll almost definitely carry it out, regardless of the consequences.
Although, when it comes to discipline, Rita is always extremely careful she doesn’t end up being the one in trouble. Despite outward appearances, she hates being spoken down to and would be extremely disappointed with herself if she landed herself in detention. On another note, Rita is very flirtatious. She dresses very provocatively, and uses her good looks to her advantage. She appears to spend half her time flirting, regardless of who it is, and what they think of her. She’s found it particularly useful for picking up bits of gossip she can either spread around the school or use it as blackmail material. Rita lacks the ability to empathise with others, and doesn’t quite understand how other people can show their emotions so easily. Rita herself doesn’t like to show how she’s feeling; it makes her feel vulnerable and defenceless. Which brings us onto another issue. As much as she tries to fight it, Rita naturally pushes people away if they become to close. She would love to have someone she can confide in and talk to, but she finds it difficult to be emotionally close to others.
Underneath, Rita is insecure and lonely. Whilst she constantly surrounds herself with people, Rita doesn’t really have anyone she can call a close friend, someone she can confide in. On the note of insecurity, she has the need to be feel wanted, which explains why she’s perfectly willing to enforce her presence on others, with a fake, sweet, girly personality to match. On the surface, she’s manipulative and arrogant, with an inability to keep her mouth shut, but underneath, she’d just an insecure lonely seventeen year old, who uses malicious gossip about others to feel better about herself.
History: Rita was born as the first and only child to Sally and Alexander Skeeter. As an only child, she was given whatever she demanded, the minute she wanted it. Her parents were very busy with their separate careers, and so therefore they were perfectly willing to spoil her in order to make up for not being there. She was raised primarily by a housekeeper. She was raised in a Muggle village, and although she was allowed to play with the muggle children on a daily basis, she was forbidden from revealing she had magical powers. But that didn’t stop her acting superior over the other children her age, always acting as the leader and telling them what to do. Much of her childhood was spent as the ‘leader’ of the group of children in the village. The parents of the other children grew to dislike her greatly, there were many incidents where she had made their children cry, and making up stories seemed to be a particular hobby of hers. It wasn’t a great surprise that many adults in the village were pleased to see her to off to ‘boarding school’ at aged eleven.
She was sorted into Slytherin, where she found a few friends. After all, in a house filled with people just as manipulative, she was never going to be lonely for too long. Over the years, when it came to her friends they fell mainly into two groups. The larger of the two was made up of the people that were wary of her reputation in Hogwarts as being a malicious gossip and were very keen to keep their distance, or at least confide in her less often. The second group are the ones that cling to her, pretending to be her best friends, hoping that shewould never spread rumours about her 'closest friends'.
Rita was never more than an average student. The only thing that kept her from failing was the amount of effort she put into her school work. She would spend hours in the library struggling to understand a new topic, too proud to ask for help. It was this attitude that allowed her to scrape a pass in her O.W.Ls. But now in her seventh year, she’s finding it increasingly harder to keep up with the lessons. But she still plans to carry on what she knows best, spreading rumours around and watching the chaos that follows. After all, it’s only a bit of fun isn’t it?
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alias: Zoe
gender: Female
rp sample:
Ten to five. Standing outside the Malfoy's residence, Juliet couldn't help but feel she'd let herself in for something that wouldn't end well. Whatever had possessed her to agree to come here tonight, she would never know for certain. But all the same, she could have a pretty good guess. She was too stubborn for her own good. She wouldn't back down from a fight, especially if it meant Malfoy would win. Regardless, Juliet felt inclined to rise to the occasion tonight, and so here she was, gazing up at the building she was about to enter. The house, although it was really more of a manor, was set in the middle of many elaborate gardens. Although the inclination to just stay at home tonight was strong, Juliet had fought it, and had arrived here, ten minutes early. She wouldn't miss this for the world. God only knew what Abraxas would do to her if she failed to show.
Approaching the tall iron gates, Juliet took a deep breath before walking through them, as if they were just mere smoke. She knew how these magical security devices worked, and if you haven't been invited, there was no way you were getting him. Fortunately for Juliet, or unfortunately, depending on how you viewed it, she had been invited and the gates willingly let her through. Walking up the long path that lead to the front door, she couldn't help but admire her surroundings. Among the carefully kept gardens, she could see a fountain every so often, and, if she could believe her eyes, a few white peacocks. Somehow, she wasn't too surprised. The typical attributes to a peacock where vanity and arrogance were they not? That description seemed to fit the Malfoy family perfectly, and therefore, she was hardly surprised to see the animals strutting around like they owned the place. Although she was wearing a dress, she had deliberately chosen this one, as if didn't fall into the category Abraxas had specifically requested. She refused to wear something because he had told her to, and therefore had opted for something that wasn't as tight. It was one of the only things about the situation she could have control over, and even that tiny thing gave her an added boost of confidence.
Reaching the door, she found it was already opening. Ascending the steps, she walked into the manor, into what looked like an Entrance Hall. Looking around for the person who had opened the door, she found herself looking at a House Elf, who look beyond terrified. She smiled hesitantly at the house elf, and it seemed to relax, if only a slight bit. She nodded as the house elf informed her he was going to go and get his 'master'. She rolled her eyes as soon as the house elf's back was turned. Master? She had been right about Abraxas. He really did have an inflated ego. Juliet's own family had a few house elves, but considering Hermione Granger was a regular occurrence in their lives, those particular house elves were paid a monthly salary, and had sick pay and holidays, if they wished to take them. Much to her Aunt Hermione's disappointment, the house elves insisted they loved working too much to take a break.
While she waited for Malfoy to appear, she admired the room. Although it was only the Entrance Hall, it was expensively decorated, with ornate furniture placed around the edges of the room. Also, on the walls hung several portraits, with she had to admire, even if the subjects of the paintings seemed to be staring at her disapprovingly. She stared back at them, adamant not to loose her confidence. She really didn't care what some dead guy in a portrait thought of her. Slowly, she began to walk around the room, admiring some of the more interesting pieces of furniture at a closer range. She was certain there was some priceless antiques in this room. She frowned slightly, although she had never set foot in the Malfoy Manor before, she knew a few people who had done. They always came out of there, with horrific stories, of how the whole house is terrifying. Apart from the lack of natural light in the room, Juliet could see nothing wrong with it. So far. Maybe it was other rooms that increased the scare factor. But she was fine with this one at the minute. However, as she someone speak, she jumped, although she hastened to collect herself and look as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Looking to her right, she saw Abraxas leaning against the wall, as if he had been there all along. How long had he been there? And how had he gotten in without her noticing? Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth. "And I assume that's your way of welcoming me into your home? As far as I’ve seen Malfoy, I don’t think much of your hosting skills."
As much as Juliet tried to deny the fact she was blatantly uncomfortable in the situation, her body language gave her away. In contrast, Abraxas seemed perfectly at ease, as if someone from a rival family turned up on your doorstep everyday. But as she took in his appearance, the most prominent thing that caught her attention was the smirk on his face. Although it seemed to have a permanent residence there, Juliet couldn't help but feel that tonight, it was more pronounced. Maybe it was simply because they were on his territory now, and there was actually no way of stopping him, whatever he decided to do. But somehow, Juliet didn't think she'd be let in on the plan until it was actually happening. She shrugged in response to his question. “Your choice Malfoy. As they say, this is your party."
Approaching the tall iron gates, Juliet took a deep breath before walking through them, as if they were just mere smoke. She knew how these magical security devices worked, and if you haven't been invited, there was no way you were getting him. Fortunately for Juliet, or unfortunately, depending on how you viewed it, she had been invited and the gates willingly let her through. Walking up the long path that lead to the front door, she couldn't help but admire her surroundings. Among the carefully kept gardens, she could see a fountain every so often, and, if she could believe her eyes, a few white peacocks. Somehow, she wasn't too surprised. The typical attributes to a peacock where vanity and arrogance were they not? That description seemed to fit the Malfoy family perfectly, and therefore, she was hardly surprised to see the animals strutting around like they owned the place. Although she was wearing a dress, she had deliberately chosen this one, as if didn't fall into the category Abraxas had specifically requested. She refused to wear something because he had told her to, and therefore had opted for something that wasn't as tight. It was one of the only things about the situation she could have control over, and even that tiny thing gave her an added boost of confidence.
Reaching the door, she found it was already opening. Ascending the steps, she walked into the manor, into what looked like an Entrance Hall. Looking around for the person who had opened the door, she found herself looking at a House Elf, who look beyond terrified. She smiled hesitantly at the house elf, and it seemed to relax, if only a slight bit. She nodded as the house elf informed her he was going to go and get his 'master'. She rolled her eyes as soon as the house elf's back was turned. Master? She had been right about Abraxas. He really did have an inflated ego. Juliet's own family had a few house elves, but considering Hermione Granger was a regular occurrence in their lives, those particular house elves were paid a monthly salary, and had sick pay and holidays, if they wished to take them. Much to her Aunt Hermione's disappointment, the house elves insisted they loved working too much to take a break.
While she waited for Malfoy to appear, she admired the room. Although it was only the Entrance Hall, it was expensively decorated, with ornate furniture placed around the edges of the room. Also, on the walls hung several portraits, with she had to admire, even if the subjects of the paintings seemed to be staring at her disapprovingly. She stared back at them, adamant not to loose her confidence. She really didn't care what some dead guy in a portrait thought of her. Slowly, she began to walk around the room, admiring some of the more interesting pieces of furniture at a closer range. She was certain there was some priceless antiques in this room. She frowned slightly, although she had never set foot in the Malfoy Manor before, she knew a few people who had done. They always came out of there, with horrific stories, of how the whole house is terrifying. Apart from the lack of natural light in the room, Juliet could see nothing wrong with it. So far. Maybe it was other rooms that increased the scare factor. But she was fine with this one at the minute. However, as she someone speak, she jumped, although she hastened to collect herself and look as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Looking to her right, she saw Abraxas leaning against the wall, as if he had been there all along. How long had he been there? And how had he gotten in without her noticing? Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth. "And I assume that's your way of welcoming me into your home? As far as I’ve seen Malfoy, I don’t think much of your hosting skills."
As much as Juliet tried to deny the fact she was blatantly uncomfortable in the situation, her body language gave her away. In contrast, Abraxas seemed perfectly at ease, as if someone from a rival family turned up on your doorstep everyday. But as she took in his appearance, the most prominent thing that caught her attention was the smirk on his face. Although it seemed to have a permanent residence there, Juliet couldn't help but feel that tonight, it was more pronounced. Maybe it was simply because they were on his territory now, and there was actually no way of stopping him, whatever he decided to do. But somehow, Juliet didn't think she'd be let in on the plan until it was actually happening. She shrugged in response to his question. “Your choice Malfoy. As they say, this is your party."
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