Charlotte Raidler

[Ellia~]

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Player.

Your Nickname: Ellia
Your Age: 13
How Did You Find Hallows and Horcruxes?: I was searching for a website through link back buttons
Previous Roles: None on this site. My only other roleplay site is Hunger Games RPG
Contact Email: Private.

Basics.

Character's Full Name: Charlotte Lillian Raidler
Nicknames, pseudo names: She hates anyone shortening her name, but she lets people call her Lillian (her middle name), but other than that she has no nicknames.
Age && Birthday: 14, b-day, August 22nd
Year in School: 4th
Blood: Half-blood
House: Ravenclaw

Appearance.

Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Brunette
Height && Weight: She's about 4'9", short for her age. She's average weight for someone her height, around 110 lbs.
General Description: She's short and pixie-like. Shes got shoulder length straight, light brown hair. She's got large slightly protruding grey eyes and she doesn't seem to need to blink as much as other people. She's got well built leg muscles, but seems to lack some muscles in her arms. She's averagely skinny, not anorexic, and not Henry VII. She likes to wear her hair in a loose pony tail, and she usually wears stretchy pants and turtlenecks. She has a slightly slumped posture from carrying to many heavy books on her back.

Personality.

Likes && Dislikes: She absolutely hates rats and mice because she doesn't like the way they move. But she likes cats and large birds like hawks, eagles, ospreys, etc. She likes cool colors like the color blue, and isn't particularly fond of bright colors like red. She doesn't mind the color pink, since it's in between. She prefers clouds to sun, and snow to clouds. She likes any animal that is furry with big eyes, even if it's vicious. She likes to read a LOT, but hates to do it if it's a school assignment. Her favorite number is 1.772453850905516027298167483314, which she has memorized. Her least favorite number is 3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510 which happens to be the first number squared.
Interests && Hobbies:Before she started going to Hogwarts she started Ice skating and decided she really liked it, but now she can only do it during the summer since there isn't a chance at Hogwarts. She is awful at drawing, but she has fun doing it anyway. She likes Quidditch and is a little talented at it, but she prefers skating to it. She was taught how to fence when she was little, but she hated it and quit in two weeks. She likes to write short stories occasionally.
Strengths: Academically, she's good at Transfiguration and Potions. Recreationally, she's good at skating, and average at Quidditch. She's fast and got a quick wit.
Weaknesses: Academically, she's awful at Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Astronomy. She's pretty bad at Care of Magical Creatures. Recreationally, she could never stand a wrestling match or any sort of fight and she can't swim.
Secrets: None as of yet. She isn't a mysterious person, very plain and honest.
Boggart: Herself as an old woman
Patronus: Bobcat
Overall Personality: She's very honest and straight forward. She won't manipulate you or talk you into doing something. If she has something bad to say, she'll say, not "talk, talk, talk, say it, talk, talk, talk". She doesn't like to tell lies, but she is quite capable of doing it, like most other humans out there. She's extremely stubborn, even if her calm demeanor doesn't show it. She doesn't like to be shown attention and usually remains indiscreet. She's shy but she's doesn't blush much, she's just not that type of person.

Past.

Parents && Siblings: Her mother is a muggle who later divorced her father when he found out she had a lover. (Later it turned out that he had a mistress, too). Her mother worked as a lawyer, and her father was a small bookseller. He grew up with very poor grades at school and fell head over heels in love with a muggle born in his class. In seventh year, he met her sister and fell in love again, this time with her. They married three years later and had one child, Victoria, before they divorced. She has no siblings but several annoying cousins on her father's side who live in Transylvania and obviously can visit often.
Character History:Victoria grew up with many privileges, despite her father's poor income. Due to her father's occupation she grew up with a love of good books. She didn't like to get out much and had no friends, preferring to stay inside the house and read. In her first year at Hogwarts, she had tried extra hard to make her father proud and received relatively good marks in everything. By second year, however, her attention waned and she received dramatically low marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts and just barely got into third year because of that mark.

Hallows.

Something Unique: About me? I can't raise one eyebrow. About my character? She can raise one eyebrow and she can over extend her left arm.
Role Playing Sample: (A dramatic death post from Hunger Games RPG)
Senia
I have last minute indecision. Why am I doing this? Well, why am I? Because I want to live? Even hell would be better than my life, especially even if I win. Because there are people I love back home? Nope, no one. I hate district 8 and everyone there. And these thoughts just flood me with hate and anger, towards everyone, the capitol especially, because they ruined my life in every way possible. If my life was good back in District 8, maybe I would have motivation to live. It's not the killing. I could kill anyone in this arena. Anyone. It's just I don't think I want to win. I want to die so I don't have to look at life ever again.

Change of plans, I think bitterly as my seconds tick by. Funny, I'm not nervous or scared. I should have done this ages ago, but this way is better. This way it's televised. This way everyone can know what I'm doing. Maybe I'll trigger a rebellion. Who cares? As long as I can get away from this filthy place. Maybe there is an afterlife and dying will just be like falling asleep and I'll wake up somewhere better and purer. Somewhere free of the Hunger Games and of the Capitol. Maybe I can get a good afterlife in repayment for my good for nothing mortal life. I'm actually smiling now. I look around at my fellow tributes. I think they should all die. I think there should be only two left at the end and during that ending bloody battle, they should both die. I don't think anyone should live. If someone does live they should live tortured with the fact that they are the reason twenty three almost innocent people are killed. I'm not going to be that person. Winning these games would be like walking straight to the devil. I'm not doing that, and only a fool would. I am no fool.

I guess this means good bye world. Good for nothing world. Good bye, I won't miss you. I don't think you'll miss me either. Oh well, who cares? Who cares about anything? Dying is a lot better than I thought it would be. It's like being set free. I'm free, finally. Elation fills me up suddenly, so unexpected, but so wonderful. I'm actually happy for the first time ever. This is happiness. I grinning now, and I know many people will think I'm mad, but as I said earlier, who cares?

The gong goes off and instead of running away like I planned I run straight to the cornucopia. All I need is a knife. I dodge a battle fighting and finally yank out a knife. A nice knife, ornate silver with fancy carvings and a lethal tip that will soon be sheathed in my heart. How lovely to ruin such a beautiful thing. Well there's no time to waste, because I want to be the one to do it. Not someone else. At least I'll have one kill on my list. Me.

I'm still grinning as the beautiful silver blade slides into my heart, ends my life for once and for all. I barely feel it. Well, I am dead. I'm dead, I'm dead. I'm free. I'm dead, I'm free. I think of all the tributes down there still killing each other off. How lucky I am. I died without fear, and they will die scared and with no honor. And the winner will have no honor either. The winner will be corrupted. The winner will have ripped apart their soul in their fight to live, when really living is nothing compared to death. I have passed unremembered and uncared for by anyone. No one in District 8 will cry at my death. Not even my brother. That's not what I care about, and I am untouched by that thought. That one fact is the reason why I killed myself. My mad elation has only intensified by my death. No one can touch me now.
Face Claim: I don't do face claims. I let people imagine my characters for themselves.