Azalea Hampton [Student]

[Azalea "Lea" Hampton]

The Player

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Name: Brittney

RP Experience: 2 or so years

Other Characters?: None

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The Character

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Name:Azalea "Lea" Hampton

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Species: Witch?

House: Slytherin

Year: 6th

Wand: 11" dragon scale cherry wood

Special Abilities: None that she knows of

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Appearance:
Azalea loves the sun, but the sun doesn't actually like her all too well. So, for that, her skin if pale and very fair. She gets sunburned very easily. Also, for her love of sun, she has a very light shade of blonde hair. Her hair reaches the middle of her back. Her eyes surprisingly are not blue like other blondes. They are a darker shade of green.

She isn't very tall at all. 5'6" is what she is and that is shorter than most girls her age. Well, it isn't taller than them. She likes to wear girly things in the summer. She doesn't like the idea of uniforms. She protests that they are covering up their indiviality. That argument never gets her very far, though.

Personality:
Lea isn't very plesant to people unlike herself. She likes to be around people like her. Otherwise they wouldn't agree and Lea doesn't like it when people don't agree with it. She gets very prissy and angry. She is very spoiled that way. She loves having people agree with her and listening to her. Everything has to be her way, or she plans to make it her way. She gets what she wants and if she doesn't, she trys hard to get it. She doesn't realize that this is a non-evil quailty, all she is really focused on is getting said want.

Lea loves shiny things. She isn't ditzy, but she does. She loves anything pretty as long as it isn't prettier than her. Or what she thinks is prettier than her. Which isn't a lot in her mind. She loves to be the center of attention. Maybe it was the only child thing, i don't know.

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Friends/Family:
· Family members: Tom and Angie Hampton {Parents}
· Friends: None right now
· Enemies: None right now

Pets/Familiar:
· Name: Jacob
· Species: Cat
· Magical Properties: None
· Appearance: Pitch black with a white spot on his chest
· History: Lea stumbled upon him one day in a dark alley on Friday the 13th.

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Character history:
Lea was a very loved child. There was no doubt about that. Ever since her birth on April 12th her parents just adored and pampered her. Giving her everything and anything she wanted. She was their one and only little girl and all they wanted to do was make her happy. That lasted for awhile, but soon reality caught up to them and they realized it was time for them to return to work. Lea didn't like this idea at all. She went through babysitter after babysitter. They went through at least two a week. Lea just didn't want anyone else besides her parents. Her grandparents were dead, so that wasn't an opition. Her parents began to worry that Lea might not get along with other kids when it came time to start school. So her mother deicded to stay home and teach Lea how to act.

It never really sunk in. Her mother began to grow tired of Lea's tedious ways and give in to everything she wanted. Again, she was her only little girl, but even her mother could admit she was a brat. When she couldn't take it anymore she decided to take her to someone that speicalized in it. Something that would be like finishing school for a seven year old. After that didn't work out her mother didn't know what to do with her. They had created a little monster and didn't know how to control her.

After awhile she seemed to grow out of it a little. She would go off and play by herself. Finally giving her mother a moment a lone. This is when her mother realzied that Tom, Lea's father, was hardly ever around. She began to check into it and sure enough, found that while she was talking care of deamon child, he was off cheating. One thing lead to another and within three years they were divorced. This was about the time Lea entered her first year at school.

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Role play Sample:{different site}

The rain pounded on Annabel’s car like war drums in a battle. Annabel hadn’t yet looked up at the outside yet, afraid of what she might see. See just stared at the steering wheel. She knew what she would see. She would see the fight to stop her from going to see her father. She thought that maybe she should let the other side win this time. She hadn’t been to his grave in over sixty years. She didn’t even go when he died. It was all just too much for her. She couldn’t talk all of it. She had only been sixteen. How was she supposed to have dealed? She wanted to kill her step-mother. Of course, by now, she was probably all ready dead. With all of Annabel’s father’s money. Annabel shook her head and forced herself to stop thinking about Kristy. She wasn’t her problem anymore. Being a zombie, it makes things like that seem kind of stupid. They always say death is the worst thing possible, but they are wrong. Death is an easy way out. Try being a zombie for sixty years, knowing you are never going to die. It is a punishment within itself. Annabel knew she deserved it though.

Annabel finally forced herself to look up at the scene in front of her. It was hard to see through her rain and pitch blackness, but every now and then when in lighteninged, you could see the old headstones. Annabel knew it was time. Melody would probably be wanting all the zombie’s back to give a report of how the day went. She had no idea Annabel was here. If she did, Annabel didn’t know what would happen. Something incredibly bad, no doubt. Annabel couldn’t imagine what it could be. Being immortal was the worst thing Annabel could think of and she already had that. Melody said she could do things unimaginable, though, and Annabel didn’t want to test that. This was something Annabel had to do though. She needed closure.

Annabel opened the car door and got out. She stood there, looking up at the cemetery for a minute. It seemed like it was a million miles away. The rain now had her soaked and she had only been standing there for a minute. It was just another sign telling her to get back into the car and go home. Annabel pressed on though, starting toward the cemetery. When she stepped onto the grass, her foot slid. She hadn’t thought about the grass being slick. She was able to catch herself, though. She then, more carefully, began her journey toward the grave. Thunder roared at her, screaming to go back. Annabel couldn’t though. Lightening flashed, threatening to strike if she didn’t go back. Annabel knew it couldn’t hurt her though. She was already dead. There was nothing anything {beside Melody} could do to physically hurt her anymore. One of the perks of the whole zombie thing.

She looked down at the headstone, when she finally reached her destination. It seemed surreal to be standing there. She couldn’t believe he could be six feet under and she could be standing there above him, alive and well. Not to mention still sixteen when it had been sixty years. Annabel felt the tears well up in her eyes, which was funny, because she didn’t think zombie’s could cry. Apparently she was wrong, because the river of tears went flooding down her face as she slung herself down on the cold wet ground. She covered the spot where he was burried with her whole body, laying on her stomach. ”Come back! Come back! It isn’t fair! I am still here! Come back!” She yelled into the ground, beating her fist against it, tears still staining her face. ”Please…” Her voice was getting weak. She inhaled sharply, not being able to help it. It wasn’t fair. Why him?

((Sorry if the application is short, I am kind of pressed for time right now))

Random stuff:

[Ire Wright]

Accepted

Looks good to me, could've used a bit more detail but it's fine.