Post by opal cassandra moore on Aug 4, 2011 20:29:35 GMT -5
her white blank page
and and a swelling rage
OPAL CASSANDRA MOORE
oh tell me now where was my fault?
a short set of lyrics or a quote that describes your character.
full name: opal cassandra moore
nicknames: n/a
age: twenty-three
sexuality: straight (but will do just about anything)
usergroup: adult
year/occupation: barista/waitress at the Hogshead
blood status: pure blood
wand: twelve 1/2 inch, willow, veela hair
play-by: shannyn sossamon
body markings: she has the dark mark on her arm as well as a dead tree on her back.
general personality:
opal is by all means a very nasty deatheater. she had been around that sort of idea since she was just a child, and since then has been fully enveloped by it. she has a wicked tongue, often times is a smart ass and can get herself into trouble that way. she is very no nonsense, unless of course it is her own general nonsense.
she is a trouble maker. even as a student she would often find herself messing with people for the hell of it. a regular bully she was disliked by many, and took a great deal of pride in it. the way she figured it being infamous was better than being not known at all. she was after all, a grade a attention whore.
now that she is older she has a very valuable thing in her grasp. she has a vibrant sexuality that she uses to exploit people. very few men can find themselves saying no to a girl who basically throws herself at them. she uses her body and any sort of foxy behavior to get what she wants. and she gets what she wants a lot.
father: ronald henry moore, deceased in the war at hogwarts, opal and her father were never close.
mother: olivia marie moore, 47, lives somewhere in south america, olivia and opal share few words since her parent's divorce.
sibling(s): n/a
other family: [name/age/occupation/relationship]
nina may french, 50, aunt on her father's side, house wife, nina and opal are quite close.
terrance yale french, 55, uncle married to her aunt, opal and her uncle rarely speak, but are on good terms.
michael james french, 21, cousin, they are very close.
ronald henry french, 9, cousin, there is quite an age gap, but opal loves her young cousin.
history:
opal was born to a rather average pure blood family. Her father had come from very wealthy wizard family from the Mediterranean, her mother from a small wizard family in England. She spent much of her time in their flat in Bristol, and being the only child was subject to a great deal of attention. Her mother, who bared no greivence against muggles, would take her to markets and classes with the muggle folk. Almost enamored with them. Opal's father on the other hand did not see it the same way, and still made Opal attend a charm school at a young age and both he and her aunt continuously filled her head with propaganda. Opal's mother could hardly stand this and ended up leaving her family, but originally she did take Opal with her.
Opal moved with her mother to essex when she was ten years old. It seemed that it was a bit to late for Opal to agree with her mother's way of thinking, but she tried anyway. She sent Opal to muggle schools for the next year and Opal went off to Hogwarts. She was in her third year when the war broke out. She had no plans to fight, but as they ushered the other students out of the building she hid. Running out of hogwarts at a time of oppertune she ended up running into her Father. He grabbed her and brought her into the forest where he left her under the company of her aunt who had been injured in the war. Both fighting for Voldemort of course. There she sat until it all was over. The dark lord had won, there was celebration everywhere, but Opal could find no reason the celebrate. Her Father had been killed, tears welled up in her eyes and she made a pledge to hate all those who supported muggles. She did not return to her mother's home that year. Instead she stayed with her aunt and uncle and their child.
After that it seemed that she clicked with her aunt and uncle. When she was a bit older she got a dark mark of her own, and she had no reason to hide it. She wandered around school proudly with it, tormenting the muggle born kids like it was her job. Even after ending school she made no effort to actually go into a career, no she became a waitress at the hogs head. She served the death eaters with as much pride as anyone could, it was all she could ask for.
