Post by Cosette Morgan on Nov 24, 2009 13:02:20 GMT -5
[/b][/color] !> Cosette Cyrilla Morgan <
"When I'm good, I'm real good. When I'm bad, I'm better."
>> Basic Information !Name:Cosette Cyrilla Morgan
Nicknames:Cosette, Sissy.
Gender:Female.
Birthday: December 31st.
Age:16
Blood Status:Pureblood.
Sexual Orientation:Straight (Bi curious).
Canon/Original: Original.
Occupation:Student.
>> Appearance !Hair:Silver blonde.
Eyes:Gray.
Height:5,7
Weight:118 lbs.
Body type:Thin and curvy.
Distinct features: None.
Celebrity Face:A much younger Angelina Jolie.
>> Personality !Likes: Red wine, fine jewelry, fur coats, cigarettes, boytoys, having loyal pawns- I mean friends.
Dislikes: Pastries and fattening foods, Quidditch, insects, talkative people and noise in general, fire whiskey (long story), acne.
Strengths: Very skilled in hexing and spells, keeps her cool in stressful situations, intelligent.
Weaknesses:Careless in anything she's not interested in, narcissistic, very lazy.
Habits: Cosette has the habit to use her beauty for her advantage and whenever she flirts with someone her voice lowers to a purr. She also has the tendency to bite her nails when angered, and and go to violent/cruel extremes when someone gets in her way .
Secrets: Lost her virginity at age 10 and killed her Uncle accidentally. Has absolutely no real friends with the exception of Jill (her little sister).
Boggart:A tall man with a small beard. No one but her knows who he is.
Patronus: White tiger. The day she started Hogwarts.
Mirror of Erised:An earnest embrace.
>> Background
Parents:Magnus Morgan (Father), aged 36, ex-Death Eater (Now he works as a Curse Healer). Cyrilla (Dyton) Morgan, aged 30, Heiress.
Siblings:Cicero, aged 16 (her twin), student. Jill, aged 15, student.
Extended Family:Uncle Vincent, aged 34, Auror (deceased).
Pets: Figaro her white persian cat.
Biography:
Being part of one of the richest pureblood Wizarding families in Britain, Cosette was exposed to a life of glamor and riches at a very young age. Ever since she was a baby, her cradle was made of ivory and decorated in the finest silk. House elves pampered her every hour of the day, dressing her up in her most pompous gowns and feeding her in golden plates. Like her siblings, Cosette was spoiled and she enjoyed every second of it.
Everything went well until her Uncle Vincent moved into her home. She was merely ten years old, and he showed a great interest in her. He taught her everything he knew, including the basics of spell casting. Cosette loved her uncle very much, until one day while her parents were away, he took advantage of her. He raped her under the influence of alcohol and the second time he attempted this, Cosette tried to get away from him with all her might. While she tried to push him away, he fell down the stairs and snapped his neck.
Cosette has never been the same since that day forward.
Her parents knew nothing of her involvement in her Uncle’s death. Cosette became a very serious child who barely smiled. She started to have a deep hate for men because of her Uncle and realized her ability to seduce them with ease. She developed her magical abilities until she mastered a couple of complicated hexes and spells. Still, the memory of that night haunted her till this very day.
At Hogwarts...
Cosette was very talented yet very lazy. The only subject she excelled was Defense Against the Dark Arts and the other subjects were always avarege or below. In her second year, she formed a small gang along with her sister Jill, her childhood friend Georgia ‘Baby’ Greengrass, and her cousin Fantine Morgan. They committed petty crime, blackmail, and bullying inside and outside the school grounds and looked up to Cosette like an idol and leader. The rest of the female population in Hogwarts loathed Cosette for her cruel personality and her tendency to steal boyfriends.
She acquired four O.W.Ls in total (with three ‘Outstandings’ and one ‘Acceptable’) and now that the N.E.W.Ts are coming up. Will she crawl her way to the top by using her seductive looks, or will she take the fall?
>> OOC Information[/b][/color] !
Name or Pen Name:Marilu.
Age:Soon to be 19
Gender:Female.
Experience: 6 years.
Why you joined:To look for an advanced Harry Potter forum and with no restrictions concerning sex, drugs, language, etc (used in a mature manner of course).
Have you read the rules?:Yes I have.
Secret word from the rules:Dumbledore.
Anything else:Nope.
RP Sample:write a narrative of the character you are applying as
A fluffy white cat resembling a cotton ball on four legs pounced on his dear mistress’s lap. Cosette Morgan stroked her cat’s spine with an indifferent expression upon her face – What was taking them so long?
“Figaro, stop that this instant...” Cosette hissed, slapping her cat’s snout’s lightly when he attempted to bite her shirt. No matter how dreadful her clothes were, she didn’t want them to show even a little sign of disturbance. She took out her compact silver mirror and stared at her smooth white face. Countless of enemies said to her that she looked like a devil disguised as angel.
“Perfect Cosette! Go and knock them dead!” her mirror chimmed happily before she closed it’s cover. All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened instantly and three girls came out. Jill, Baby, and Fantine looked as impatient as her leader but showed a sign of anxiety.
Cosette stood up abruptly, her cat pouncing out of her lap. She approached them, making them step back as an immediate reaction.
“Did she get the messege?” Cosette asked curtly. The three henchgirls shook their heads, and their leader cursed under her breath and stormed in the bathroom.
A frightened voice whimpered within one of the cubicles. Cosette knew for certain that the culprit was trying to hide from sigh by sitting on the toilet and hugging her knees. “Pathetic...” Cosette murmured before opening the cubicle witha flick of her wand. As expected a terrified girl could be seen sitting on the toilet seat, no longer hugging her knees as her wide brown eyes stared at Cosette’s cold gray ones.
“Morgan...” she whispered, her shaking hand trying to reach for her wand.
“Hello Amelia...” Cosette said raising her wand to her face. “You think you are so clever taking snapshots of me in Hogsmade...”
“I h-handed them to you already, leave me alone you little slut!” she cried out while clutching her wand’s handle in her pocket.
“Just because you are in seventh year Amelia, doesn’t mean I’m going to take filth from your dirty mudblood mouth...” Cosette sneered. At those words, Amelia tried curse her but Cosette was quicker. Her wand flew out of her hand, and Cosette got ahold of her hair as her wand stabbed her cheek.
“Such pretty hair...” Cosette crooned, her grip as hard as iron as Amelia gave a panicked whimper. “Hush, hush. Let’s give it a more modern style, shall we?”
After those words, she flicked her wand and the toilet seat opened with like a clam. Cosette pushed the victim’s head into the bowl and flushed the water as poor Amelia struggled. Cosette didn’t even bother to check if the last person who used it flushed.
She reeled in the coughing girl’s head that smelled strongly of urine and water. Cosette kept clutching the dry part of her head and looked at Amelia in the eye. “Now Amelia, you know I have dirt on you concerning your poor sick mother. If you tell anyone what was in the snapshots or anything that happened in this bathroom, you can kiss your mummy’s illegal dragon blood medicine good bye. Deal?”
Amelia sobbed and rapidly nodded before Cosette let go of her head. The poor girl kneeled on the ground as her eyes leaked tears of humiliation. Cosette patted her back indifferently and left the bathroom feeling completely satisfied. The school bell rang and it was now time for Herbology class. Cosette opened her compact mirror once more as she walked down the hallway, which cheerfully chimmed.
“What a gorgeous and flawless complexion Cosette! You are one of a kind!”
“Figaro, stop that this instant...” Cosette hissed, slapping her cat’s snout’s lightly when he attempted to bite her shirt. No matter how dreadful her clothes were, she didn’t want them to show even a little sign of disturbance. She took out her compact silver mirror and stared at her smooth white face. Countless of enemies said to her that she looked like a devil disguised as angel.
“Perfect Cosette! Go and knock them dead!” her mirror chimmed happily before she closed it’s cover. All of a sudden, the bathroom door opened instantly and three girls came out. Jill, Baby, and Fantine looked as impatient as her leader but showed a sign of anxiety.
Cosette stood up abruptly, her cat pouncing out of her lap. She approached them, making them step back as an immediate reaction.
“Did she get the messege?” Cosette asked curtly. The three henchgirls shook their heads, and their leader cursed under her breath and stormed in the bathroom.
A frightened voice whimpered within one of the cubicles. Cosette knew for certain that the culprit was trying to hide from sigh by sitting on the toilet and hugging her knees. “Pathetic...” Cosette murmured before opening the cubicle witha flick of her wand. As expected a terrified girl could be seen sitting on the toilet seat, no longer hugging her knees as her wide brown eyes stared at Cosette’s cold gray ones.
“Morgan...” she whispered, her shaking hand trying to reach for her wand.
“Hello Amelia...” Cosette said raising her wand to her face. “You think you are so clever taking snapshots of me in Hogsmade...”
“I h-handed them to you already, leave me alone you little slut!” she cried out while clutching her wand’s handle in her pocket.
“Just because you are in seventh year Amelia, doesn’t mean I’m going to take filth from your dirty mudblood mouth...” Cosette sneered. At those words, Amelia tried curse her but Cosette was quicker. Her wand flew out of her hand, and Cosette got ahold of her hair as her wand stabbed her cheek.
“Such pretty hair...” Cosette crooned, her grip as hard as iron as Amelia gave a panicked whimper. “Hush, hush. Let’s give it a more modern style, shall we?”
After those words, she flicked her wand and the toilet seat opened with like a clam. Cosette pushed the victim’s head into the bowl and flushed the water as poor Amelia struggled. Cosette didn’t even bother to check if the last person who used it flushed.
She reeled in the coughing girl’s head that smelled strongly of urine and water. Cosette kept clutching the dry part of her head and looked at Amelia in the eye. “Now Amelia, you know I have dirt on you concerning your poor sick mother. If you tell anyone what was in the snapshots or anything that happened in this bathroom, you can kiss your mummy’s illegal dragon blood medicine good bye. Deal?”
Amelia sobbed and rapidly nodded before Cosette let go of her head. The poor girl kneeled on the ground as her eyes leaked tears of humiliation. Cosette patted her back indifferently and left the bathroom feeling completely satisfied. The school bell rang and it was now time for Herbology class. Cosette opened her compact mirror once more as she walked down the hallway, which cheerfully chimmed.
“What a gorgeous and flawless complexion Cosette! You are one of a kind!”
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