Post by adelle goldstein on Sept 19, 2008 18:31:11 GMT -8
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YOUR NAME: Claire
YOUR AGE: Nineteen
HOW YOU FOUND US: Neopets Advertisment
OTHER CHARACTERS: None as of yet.
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FULL NAME: Adelle Olivia Goldstein
NICKNAME{S}: Elle is common when amongst friends.
AGE/YEAR: Sixteen, Sixth
BIRTHDAY: September 14th
HOUSE: Gryffindor
BLOODLINE/ALLIANCE: Halfblood, Old Radical
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GOALS & DREAMS: [ past - to graduate with honors and make her parents proud ] & [ present - to contribute to the halfblood and mudblood cause and lead a happy, free life ]
FEARS: [ past - disappoint her parents and lose touch with her sister ] & [ present - be repressed by the ministry and lose contact with her family ]
STRENGTHS: Loyalty, honesty, kindness and compassion.
WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, clumsy, naive and sensitive.
PERSONALITY: Very few people in the world know exactly what it is they want. Even less are motivated enough that they will stop at nothing until they have achieved whatever it is they so fervently desire. Or perhaps it isn’t simply a matter of motivation; perhaps it’s a psychological mosaic of courage, desperation, self-deception and a materialistic, shallow undertone that no one seems particularly fond of admitting to having stroked. There is an embarrassment that greed often leaves in its wake, troubling even to those of supposedly admirable morals. Seldom does anyone step up and accept their indulgence for what it is. Considered wholly by society as one of many carnal sins, over-eager consumption is looked down upon so severely that there is a fear of social exile. Someone like Adelle Olivia Goldstein therefore comes as an unpleasant surprise to the rest of these misguided fools, and offers no apologies for whatever painful truth she may bring recognition to.
Adelle may not be the kindest, nor most generous person but she is unquestionably loyal to those who have earned her trust. In their company she is as harmless as a newborn kitten and speaks with as much respect as she would a Professor. Her only confidants in a world of traitors, she is careful to keep them close and would make great sacrifices to ensure their happiness. And like any teenage girl, you can expect her to be much more at ease amongst them than, say, a group of complete strangers. Fun-loving and with an insatiable longing to be in the spotlight, Adelle knows how to have a good time and frequented late-night Quidditch parties held in the castle’s north towers, as well as other less-than-legal ‘functions’ at some underground pubs in London during the summer. Because the atmosphere is so sombre at home, Adelle looks to make the most of the many months she spends at work, having wracked up quite a reputation over the course of her years in attendance. Despite her parents’ ineptness when it comes to expressing themselves through anything but frowns and narrowed eyebrows, it seems their only daughter picked up on the art of persuasion and socializing quickly. Able to mingle easily amongst even a large group of people, it isn’t difficult for her to adopt a feigned look of pleasant surprise at a moment’s whim. This has proven very useful, specifically at her mother’s garden parties or her father’s business luncheons when there are valuable impressions to be made and future connections to be gained.
What may come as the greatest surprise to most people about Adelle is the fact that, though she is somewhat promiscuous, she does not make it a habit to sleep with just anyone who offers it freely. In fact she holds herself and her reputation in high-esteem and would never see it tarnished by such a vulgar means. Of course as a fairly attractive girl with ample curves and a brilliant smile it’s no wonder she’s taught herself to use her body to get places, but only by employing a more tactful, respectable approach than most other girls can claim.
Contrary to her picture perfect behaviour in the effort to please her parents, Adelle can also be as terrible as the word ‘cold-hearted’ paints her sort to be. Devious and easily jealous, it wouldn’t be considered a stretch for her to seek revenge on anyone who has crossed her. Wrathful and possessive, this could apply to anything that she believes ‘belongs’ to her in any way. Though she would never go so far as to actually harming anyone – she prefers to allow others to get their hands dirty, so to speak – Adelle is normally the brains behind these vengeful operations. Something of a perfectionist, she will remain on the sidelines until everything has been carried out in exact detail. One mistake and prepare for a lengthily scolding. One thing Adelle can’t stand is failure, whether by herself or someone else, being showed up by anyone is one of her largest pet peeves, faithful in her proficiency at seeing things through to the very end with favourable results. It is acknowledged even by herself that she is a sore loser and though she may curse and scream for a good while, Adelle refuses to pout or sulk about it. Whining raises the hairs on the back of her neck. Such childish behaviour is beyond her and able to cause the girl to snap from the sheer frustration of having to listen to it.
Determined and aggressive, you won’t see her backing down very often. Every bit as aloof on the outside, you’ll also find yourself hardpressed to be the audience of her softer, sensitive side unless you’ve been taken into her circle of comrades. Though it isn’t easily noticeable she has a good heart that has just been broken and patched up too many times to function properly. A fallen angel who doesn’t count on her lucky stars anymore, Adelle Goldstein is sure to leave a lasting impression.
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WAND: Rosewood, 10", Demiguise Hair
PATRONUS: Songbird
BOGGART: Small, confined spaces.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Herself, happy and successful.
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HAIR COLOR: Strawberry Blonde
EYE COLOR: Grey-Blue
SKIN TONE: Ivory
BODY BUILD: Petite
HEIGHT: 5'2"
WEIGHT: 106 lbs.
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PARENTS: Richard and Anna Goldstein
SIBLINGS: Marlene Goldestein
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HOMETOWN: London, England
HISTORY: Everyone is born pure of heart and of good intentions into a world that thrives on corruption and greed. Many consider this unfair, that something so beautiful be tarnished without even having provoked such a distasteful fate. Futures may be predicted at that point, some blatantly obvious from the start. However things don’t necessarily always go according to plan but whether or not this has anything to do with a higher power is a dismissible. Over time there have been great stories of those who accomplish great things. There have been tales passed along from generation to generation about great people who do terrible things. They’ve left a land-mark; an imprint within society that is either admired or frowned upon, living on through distant memories. What remains to be acknowledged is the fact that despite these significant deeds, adventure, drama, acceptance and unique experiences are overrated. Civilization as a whole has watched with bated breath for years the defamation and distress glamour and fame brings to the youth of the modern world, the supposed beacons of light for the future, stepping stones to something they haven’t yet seen, something fresh and new and above all, promising. So many reach out and hold these possibilities with fervour, so focused on what could be that they remain blind to the plain and often painful truth. No one has a set plan in mind, there isn’t some fairytale ending written up waiting to be executed. It’s all irrelevant in the end. Succumbing to the hands of chance and circumstance it seems all optimism is lost with only the shells of those once vibrant few littering the crevices of what they called paradise, one or two still harbouring their dreams and desires, stuck on the ‘what ifs?’ and finding no salvation.
If there was anyone born to remedy this however it would have been Adelle Goldstein – the most unlikely candidate for restoring warmth and vivacity – if not to the grey streets and lifeless skies – than to whomever would take the time to listen.
It would only have been appropriate for the young, flighty girl to have been born to a pair of dreamers. Of course those that know the Goldstein’s personally would never have even considered that either of them should be classified as such. To be painfully honest with the risk of sounding cliché, they were made for one another. They were the type to believe in the concept of soul mates, of making the most of one’s life and living it to the fullest, that there is no such thing as coincidence. In short they fought against all of the ideals society at that time had fallen into. The dreariness of it was mind-numbing and so it should have only been expected that someone would have eventually broken the mould. Then again, things never follow through as smoothly as anyone might anticipate. That is why there really is no solid explanation as to their chance meeting. Richard Goldstein had just finished an interview with one of the biggest financial branches in London. Young, handsome and ambitious he had a slight and quite understandable spring in his step, turning into one of the golden-plated elevators and tapping the first floor button with a smile. Suddenly a woman’s voice echoed about the halls, requesting that they halt the doors. Everyone else crammed into the small space rolled their eyes and sighed but Richard extended his arm and grasped the young girl’s hand firmly in his own, effectively pulling her into the empty place alongside him just as the heavy panel slid shut. She thanked him with a sheepish grin which he found exceedingly charming and then a few moments of small talk before they reached their destination, sparing parting glances before being swept up in the hustle and bustle of the lobby.
It was the last he thought he’d ever see of her and attempted to put her out of his mind. However it proved more difficult than it should have and he found her sparkling eyes and long, brown hair materializing before his eyes every time he stepped through those doors everyday the following week. It was exactly eleven days later, the evenings had arrived that would change his life forever. It was lunch and though he could have opted for one of the vending machine’s surprises he felt that it simply wouldn’t suffice and so grabbed his overcoat and made his way downstairs and outside. A fountain bubbled despite the rain and he watched it curiously, not noticing a woman sitting there without any means of shelter from the silvery curtains of it. Under any other normal circumstance he would have simply left her to her own devices, but something about that gleaming, golden hair persuaded him otherwise. As if by an invisible rope he was drawn towards her turned back, gaze fixated upon her, examining every curve exemplified by the tight fit of her suit and her long, slender neck.
Upon reaching her and before he could say anything she’d turned around and stared him straight in the eyes, remaining like that for several minutes as the rain pounded the pavement relentlessly. They said nothing, but they both felt the wordless understanding that had passed between them in the elevator that day. It was positively electric and nothing he had ever experienced before, the air had left his lungs and he felt even the simple act of breathing had become an alien function. When he realized what was going on he felt an indescribable sensation; the feel of her soft lips against his own helped him to plant his feet firmly on the ground. There was something so enchanting about it and yet there were no words eloquent enough to adequately spell it out. When he regained his trademark cool, calm composure, he gripped her shoulders gently and pulled her to him, promising that they would have the chance to relive this impossibly blissful moment for the rest of their lives. When they married three months later, Richard had secured a well-paying job at the bank where they’d initially met and Anna had revealed the secret that would have either finalized or destroyed their union for good. Of course it was a shock to the system, something he’d had to get used to, but over time he convinced himself that it didn’t change a thing, nor his devotion to her. Her father’s connections ensured that their life would be a comfortable one and with this added reassurance they conceived their first child. She was a rambunctious little thing with quite an attitude, but they were immensely proud. Having previously agreed that they would send her to a private school for the best education possible, they moved off to Perth in Scotland, referred to one of the most privy establishments that were situated there that would suit their daughter’s temperamental needs. It might have been a tad early, but they found the premature preparations appropriate, especially considering they were expecting a second child at any time and would not need the added stress.. When the first daughter was born her mother knew Adelle was something special. With lively grey-green eyes and a tuft of dark hair, she was as gorgeous as they came. The two girls eventually attended school together with Adelle one year ahead of her sister. For a long while they did not get on very well, though the eldest of the two tried desperately to reach out to Marlene – never giving up until the other finally admitted that their siblingship could be something powerful. One turning point in their relationship occurred when Marlene received her letter to Hogwarts. Adelle was so proud, as were her parents but when she was gone for the year; it seemed this only gave Anna more time to bond with the quieter of her two children.
It wasn’t long after both siblings had spent approximately a year each in Hogwarts did the Goldstein’s decide to move back to England. For one it would have been much less of a hassle getting the children to the Hogwarts Express and secondly because Richard had been offered a promotion which required that he return to the city if he wanted to remain with his family for longer than a few days at a time. With the money and means to do it, they found it the best option and uprooted Adelle from the home she’d grown accustomed to, replacing it with something more fast-paced and exciting. However the effect quickly wore off and she found herself longing for the rich Scottish countryside and the fresh air. The people here were far less friendly and she’d noticed that her parents had become less and less attentive since they’d returned. Since her father’s hours had increased ten-fold, he rarely spent time out of his office and her mother busied herself with preparing dinner parties for his privileged clients as well as her own. It was during this rough patch that she came to depend for the first time upon her sister, and Marlene did not let her down. At least not to begin with. They provided one another with the needed emotional support but as Marlene grew continuously more wild, Adelle found herself standing in her sister’s shadow, the reverse of what it had always been. She didn’t know where to turn when her parent’s fought or what to do when a long period of loneliness had ensued. The former vibrancy in her mother’s eyes had faded and no longer did they derive joy from one another’s presence as they used to. There was only duty and expectations and standards. They all adapted over time of course, as people do when they are forced into such a disagreeable situation and Adelle has attempted with all her might to continue to be the prime example of what a child of hope should be. She wanted to give her parents something to look forward to when they retired, to admire when they had a moment and for her sister to consider as a healthier option to her superfluous ways.
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: There would have been no justifiable reason for her to forsake the second chance she had been given; the chance at another life. Pain washed over her but as much as she wanted to scream in agony, she could only bring herself to quietly embrace it. Bile rose in her throat and she fought, barely successfully, to swallow it back biting down upon her tongue with enough force to draw instead the taste of blood. It comforted her in a way, if only because it was something familiar. Something she could count on. Her body – slight and slender and much too delicate to have been able to withstand such suffering – quaked and shuddered. Her blatant nakedness was much less of a priority at this point, if only because there would be no one around for miles who might stumble upon such a sorry sight to take enough notice. If there had been, that sort of vulnerability wouldn’t have overcome the shame of not being able to do much of anything besides curl up and wait for the convulsions to subside. Despite the warmth of the morning light that broke across the distant hillsides the woman’s shivering did not discontinue and the chattering of her teeth only grew more pronounced. Eyelids squeezed tightly shut against the sudden and offensive brightness and her fingernails dug viciously into the palms of her hands. Hundreds of visions swam within her troubled mind, not all of them making any sense. Only occasionally would she be able to focus on one for longer than a few moments and even then it was distorted and unrecognizable. Somewhere nearby the leaves on a tree rustled, causing her to break her concentration and realign upon what she needed to do. But the effort was too much, and she only lifted herself up a fraction on her elbows for mere seconds before she was collapsing back upon the ground; one cheek turned into the dirt while the other only remained lightly bruised. Every bone in her body ached in protest, every exposed portion of creamy white skin was tinted a sickly blue and her long dark hair was tangled. There couldn’t have been any creature that looked as pathetic as she did but there had never existed a King that could have rivaled her pride and satisfaction at the way things had turned out; as though she had meant them to be so.
And then another sort of pain exploded before her eyes, dazzling her in such a way that she was completely unprepared for it. Fear consumed her, dragging her down into a pit of despair where she recalled she’d once lived. At first the images were strange; shadows and irregular shapes looming out of focus. They were bent over her lifeless form, speaking amongst themselves in hushed whispers. Suddenly a light that was not the sun blinded her and she cried out, moving her arm to shield herself from it but to no avail. The girl on the table did not move; only her eyes. Lashes fluttered open gingerly at first, tears streaming down the sides of her face against the uncalled for flare and sharpness of the sights and sounds all around her. At first she was numb, as though she were observing peacefully from a distance but then the realization that she was strapped to a cold operating table hit her and she reacted. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes shut, writhing upon the hard dirt, pulled back and forth between the present and those haunting memories of things she couldn’t will herself to remember. Anger and the frustration of being restrained by the leather straps that bound her ankles and wrists overwhelmed her. It wasn’t anything she’d ever experienced before. The emotions were so strong, so beautiful that she found she could not and would not attempt to control them. Instead she acted upon impulse and before the men in crisp white suits could get to the door she was crushing them mercilessly beneath her clawed paws. For no longer was she the innocent young woman she had been, but a monstrous beast; the alter-ego that lay dormant for so many years finally bursting forth in recognition of its calling to redeem itself and seek justice. Her jaws snapped viciously and she lunged for each of them, completely ignoring the other unfortunate souls who had unwillingly found themselves part of the experimentation. Her actions were maintained completely by blood lust but it faded before she could do very much damage; the nausea causing her rear back and then bolt. Mindless, senseless, confused and desperate meanderings were what fueled her to locate the closest possible exit and she was dragging herself as far away as possible. Needless to say it wasn’t long before she was collapsing upon the very spot she now laid in better awareness, just as the first sign of dawn broke across the sky in brilliant scarlets, golds and purples.
She was turned upon her stomach again, arms wrapped tightly about her abdomen as though she were trying to hold herself together. Tatters of the clothing she had been given lay a few feet away from her, unusable now. Her breathing had become shallow and she heaved a few times fruitlessly, as nothing came up. Her system was cleaned out so the gesture only served to worsen her state. For a moment she was able to raise herself to her knees but instantly became disoriented and watery-eyed. Slowly though, the physical pain lessened and she stopped swaying. Everything became eerily still and even the natural chorus of nature and wildlife around her quieted. It was as though she had grown deaf and her slender eyebrows pinched together as she strained to hear something, anything. And then it came, piercing her eardrums so that she was wishing she hadn’t hoped so feverishly in the first place. It was a voice, deep and masculine and undeniably angry … but it didn’t belong to the men from the catacombs. No, this one she knew all too well and she flinched away from it as though it had struck her. His angular, handsome face wavered somewhere in front of her and she scurried backward despite her protesting muscles. Another hallucination. And this too had already taken place. Sometime it seemed, long ago. Her then fiancée had been grasping his hair, tugging on it in his exasperation as she stood facing him with wide, innocent eyes. The smell of freshly-baked pie drifted from a place in the center of the table. It had always been his favourite. She thought he might have appreciated it after his long day at work. Apparently she had thought wrong.
“You’re such a worthless fucking bitch, you know that?” he’d shouted, glaring at her. “I ask you to do one thing, one simple thing and you still manage to screw it up! Didn’t your father teach you anything? Oh … well, I guess not. He was too busy nursing that precious fucking bottle of vodka to take much notice of the stupid, mediocre wretch that his wife left him with. You know, I actually pity the bastard. Maybe what happened was meant to be his reprieve from the shithole he stewed in for all those years? I know I’d take it to this crap any day.” Suddenly he was eyeing the pie she’d made and grinned sardonically at her before sticking one finger past the crust and licking the filling off with cruel triumph.
“Oh, and I always thought these were lousy.”
And with that, he’d slammed the door and gone. He wasn’t drunk, that at least might have excused his behaviour in her mind. And he’d never touched her, but somehow … he hadn’t needed to. Similar rages would occur occasionally throughout their relationship since the psychologists had diagnosed him with Intermittent Explosive Disorder, but she never reacted. Never stepped out of place, if only because she loved him when he wasn’t the spawn of the devil that sometimes possessed his soul. She always forgave him, but that night – when he sauntered through the doors and pulled her persuasively into the bedroom – after he had, had his fill and was asleep she found there could only be one escape without doing him too much harm. Cutting had always seemed so vile to her but it gave her a strange sort of pleasure, knowing that it wouldn’t take long. That it would be too late when he awoke. But it wasn’t the heaven she’d expected.
How long she’d been asleep she did not know. But things had changed beyond any possible means of deciphering it. She had changed. The only question was, for the better?
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