Post by Cwen Bodicea Gewissae on Sept 5, 2012 19:04:31 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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- Cwen's parents are pagan nobility. Her father is Alfred Gewissae, who is the oldest nephew of the current king. Her mother is Gwen, who is a daughter of a Scottish Prince. Her mother passed five years into Cwen's life. The death shook her father who renounced his pagan traditions and became a Catholic which was the religion of his deceased wife. Despite this, he took a pagan wife. Many whispered that she was a witch who had put an enchantment on him.
- Cwen went to Diagon Alley to purchase a wand. She had to visit two different shops to find one that worked for her. She met her first pureblood friend, Orion Malfoy, at one of the shops. She thought he was an incompetent at first because of how different muggle and pureblood society is.
- Sorted into Ravenclaw's house, Cwen took to the House's identity quickly. She formed impeccable studying habits and made the spread of knowledge a top priority; focusing on what she knew best that others did not, Muggle life.
- In her third year, Cwen decided she wanted to be a Healer and bothered the Hogwarts nurse to become her apprentice. She was declined because of her age. Though she has attempted it every year since.
- Due to illness and war, Cwen has survived all of the appropriate male heirs of the Kingdom to become the heir of England. Her step-mother wishes to have her own son become the heir and convinced Alfred to engage Cwen with a German Prince. As a result of these interferences, Cwen has fled home.
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Have you read the rules?
Rp sample:
Alya released her knees. Her legs straightened and slid along the floor in front of her as the door opened. She heard Grandpa Sirius' booming voice complaining about blood traitors and other manner of filth as he usually did. Alya pushed her white nightgown down across her legs. As she did, she wondered if she could tempt one of her cousins. With a mischievious grin on her face, she looked across the room to see who had come. She frowned at the sight of Kaliopi Yesobelle Black.
"Well, come in and shut the door then. I don't want anyone seeing me like this." Alya groaned and put her hand up to her head to push her hair back. Her fingers clung to the dishevelled and greasy hair.
Growing even more frustrated she finally stood up. She glanced toward Kaliopi quickly but avoided the other Black's gaze. She bent low and retrieved the outfit and undergarments she had thrown across the room earlier. "You wouldn't mind waiting on the bed, would you? I shouldn't be too long."
Alya pulled the clothes close to her chest and turned and went into her bathroom's bathroom. She left the door ajar slightly and called out to Kaliopi from the room, "Draco reckons they're planning something big at Hogwarts He wouldn't tell me what made him think that though. What do you think is happening?"
Without waiting for Kallie's answer, Alya placed her newly cleaned dress onto a counter top. She sighed realizing she'd forgotten her wand. Alya re-emerged from the bathroom and looked across the room at Kaliopi. She walked over to her desk where her wand was kept and collected it. Turning to Kallie she shrugged. "It couldn't be too important if Grandmother wasn't told about it." Alya was certain her grandmother would tell her of anything that was going on. "He's probably just being a prat. Oh, could you hand me a chocolate?" Alya gestured toward a box laying on her bedside cabinet that Kaliopi was closer to. She grinned devilishly.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
