Maxine Primrose Celeste

[Maxine P. Celeste]

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MAXINE PRIMROSE CELESTE

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ALLIANCE - GOOD, FIFTEEN, HUFFLEPUFF

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HELLO THERE, VERY NICE TO MEET YOU! COULD YOU TELL ME YOUR
NAME AND IT'S MEANING, IF AT ALL POSSIBLE? THEN I WOULDN'T AT ALL MIND KNOWING YOUR BLOOD STATUS, BIRTHDAY AND AGE. CHEERS!
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"Oh, cool. Well, my name is Maxine Primrose Celeste, but I'd really prefer being called Maxy. Frankly, I don't like sounding like a giant marshmallow. My mom is a witch, but me' dad is a muggle. I came screaaaaming into this world on.. what day was it?... Ah, it was November 25th. I'm 15 right now, but you probably think I'm 'bout 12. I sort of act like I am."


DUDE, THATS INTERESTING - WHAT HOUSE WERE YOU IN? OR WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU IN? AND MY OH MY YOUR WAND - WHAT IS IT MADE OUT OF?
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"Well, I'm not really intelligent, so there's no way I'm in Ravenclaw. Those kids are freaking nerds! I'm in Hufflepuff, have been since I got sorted! Oh, and this old thing? It's a cottonwood wand, with a core of Unicorn tail. I just loooove unicorns! It's probably about eight and one-quarter inches long."


AWESOME, WELL ANYWAYS...SO LET'S SAY YOUR STANDING IN FRONT OF AN DEMENTOR WHAT PATRONUS DO YOU PERFORM?
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"Well, I guess some of my friends say I'm naive. I don't even know what that word means, but when I called for a patronus, there was this beautiful sheep!"


THAT IS ENTERTAINING, HAVE YOU LEARNED HOW TO PERFORM AN ANIMAGUS?
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"I haven't figured out how to do one of those yet, but wouldn't it be cool?!"


OKAY, RIGHT - THERE'S A WAR GOING ON WHO ARE YOU SIDING WITH ?[DARK FORCE PLOT- SEE MAIN PLOT THREAD FOR DETAILS]
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"Whoa- there’s a war going on? I don’t understand the point of war. All that it equals out to is death. I guess that does help the environment though, in a sick way… Oh, right. Well, I’d probably on the good side, or maybe just stay out of it. I’m not sure."


RIIIIGHT SO UHM WHATS YOUR SEXUALITY AND ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? WHATS COOKING IN THE LOVE NEST?
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"I sort of like girls, I think. But I also like guys! So, that would make me bisexual, right?"


ALRIGHT SO NOW WE'RE CLOSE AND EVERYTHING IS OUT IN THE OPEN I'M GOING TO HAVE A LOOK AT YOUR PERSONALITY. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR FEARS, LOVES, HATES ETC.

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FEARS-
• Bridges over water
• Clowns
• Getting wrinkles
• Death
• Being alone forever

LIKES-
• Art
• Television
• Laughing loudly
• Talking
• Being the center of attention

DISLIKES-
• Rain
• Feeling alone
• Being talked about
• War
• Vulgar language

GENERAL PERSONALITY-
• Bubbly
• Optimistic
• Stubborn
• Innocent
• Encouraging
• Cooperative


WOW, YOU ARE INTERESTING MAN. NOW TALK ABOUT A TOPIC THAT IS CLOSE TO YOU IN SOME DETAIL.
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"Oh, that sounds difficult. Well, you know how people do drugs and stuff? I really hate that. It must be bad for you or something, right? Like cigarettes. They make your lungs all black and stuff! That’s gross. Why would you willingly kill your respiratory system? Oh, and hallucinogens! You can’t forget those. They make people think they can fly! Well, without brooms, of course.”


SO, WHAT ABOUT FAMILY? WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHAT IS YOUR HISTORY AND DO YOU HAVE BROTHERS, SISTERS, AUNTS AND UNCLES?
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FAMILY AND RELATIVES-
• Jaclyn Michaela Celeste Pursier – Mother – 35 years old - Witch
• David Allan Celeste – Father – 32 years old - Muggle
• Francine Susanne Celeste – Elder Sister – 19 years old – Muggle
• Rena Sallyann Nattily Pursier – Mother’s Younger Sister – 29 years old – Muggle
• Chris Liam Nattily – Rena’s Husband – 30 years old – Wizard
• Maryann Gracie Nattily - Female Cousin – 11 years old – Muggle
• Percy Tierra Nattily – Female Cousin – 11 years old – Muggle

Maxine Primrose Celeste was born in Chichester, England to the Celeste Family. Her parents are Jaclyn Michaela Celeste Pursier, a magizoologist, and David Allan Celeste, a muggle school teacher. Maxine has one older sibling, whose name is Francine Susanne Celeste. Francine was 4 when Maxy was born, and a muggle. Therefore, there was no chance of Francine going to Hogwarts. As Maxine grew older she learned about magic, mostly by her mother, who is a witch. She continued her studies in magic at her parent’s home with a couple of other magical children. All throughout her muggle schooling, she was quite popular. Finally, when Maxine was 11 years old, she received the letter from Hogwarts.
In Hogwarts she is most definitely a social butterfly. She has many friends, and loves to be the center of attention. She’s quite good in Potions, though she doesn’t excel in most academic classes, such as Math. She particularly likes going to Care of Magical Creatures, and Astronomy. When she gets older, she wants to become a Potions Professor.


I THINK THATS EVERYTHING, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SAY BEFORE I GO?
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"Oh, did I tell you about my hair? I love coloring it, and using extensions. Sometimes, people tease me about the amount of face makeup I wear, but really... I don't care. Anyway! Thanks for the interview. Bye!"

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THE ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE !

Bright blue eyes followed the young man closely until he exited the CD store. A quiet sigh escaped Hillary’s lip gloss covered lips, and she turned her pupils back towards her calico.

“Well, Effi, let’s buy ourselves a CD, aye?” Hillary exclaimed with a forced grin. Her mind was fixated on the phone number. When would she call him? Would she call him? Would he remember her? …What if he didn’t?

The blonde began shuffling through CDs in the Alternative section, mostly because it was closest. Fingers lingered on one CD. Its album cover was a picture of three buildings, but it centered on the white one. In the window were four men holding instruments. Mumford & Sons, it read. She grinned- they’re one of her favorite bands.

“Hillary.” Her whole body jolted violently to the sound of a voice calling her name. She knew the voice well.

“Alek.” She whispered with disgust and fear. Aleksandyr, or more commonly known just as Alek by most people, just so happens to be Hillary’s least favorite ex-boyfriend. It’s not like she has that many though. He’s just the worst. He never really got over their break up, which happened about a year ago. Since Hillary said it was over, he’s been pissed at her.

“And what is such a fine beauty doing… here?” Hillary didn’t even give him the satisfaction of seeing the front of her face as he spoke. She kept her whole body turned away from him. In the corner of her eye, she could see about half of him. He truly was a total cutie- if he hadn’t been such an arrogant asshat, she would have most definitely stayed with him. His blonde hair- lighter than her own- was cut perfectly around his face. Behind his almost champagne colored bangs, were piercing blue eyes. They stared into her like ice. How could such a handsome guy be so… so disgusting?

“We have no business talking to each other…” Hillary mumbled with difficulty. Fingers still laced around the Mumford & Sons CD, she took a chance to leave. While walking to the cash register, she could feel the ice blues glaring at her back. Ignoring it, she placed the CD on the counter.

“Would you hurry up, cracker?” The cashier, a mocha colored woman, said with a tone that just screamed ‘I don’t want to be here’. The woman’s face said it too. But Hillary ignored that. She just wanted to get away from Alek, and out of here, fast.
“Y-yes, thanks.” Her own baby blues flickered around her surroundings. Alek was no longer to be found, and she didn’t feel any presence of someone staring at her anymore. She sighed in a bit of relief.

“Here, woman, now that’s gone’ be all, yeah?” The woman had shoved a plastic bag into Hillary’s free hand. She looked at the ‘cracker’ with boredom and disgust, obviously feeling a bit racist towards Hil.

“Oh, uh, ye-yes. Th-th-thank you.” Hillary stuttered with an insane amount of difficulty. After paying for the CD, she exited the store without a single sighting of Alek. Had he left? Maybe. Was he going to try and contact her later? Probably.

Her eyes flickered around her surroundings looking desperately for some populated area. She didn’t want to end up being stuck alone with Alek, not even wanting to know what he could do to her. Thankfully, her apartment was just a few buildings away. She couldn’t possibly have any more trouble from Alek when her destination was so close, right?

In the distance between the store and her apartment, there was an alleyway she had no choice but to walk through. It was dark and damp, you could hear water dripping from a cheap apartment building ladder. It would be perfect for any Hollywood flick. ‘No telling how many pedos could be here…’ she thought to herself. Worst of all, Alek knew she had to walk through here.

Suddenly, cold, strong hands gripped around her mouth and waist. She jumped, and desperately tried to break free from the grasp. Without the person even saying a word, she guessed quite correctly as to who it was.

“Why, hello, Hillary. What a coincidence, seeing you here. Come here often?” The sultry, seductive tone of his voice turned alarms on in Hillary’s head quickly, and she tried once more to break free. It was futile- he was just too strong for her. He had turned her around now, so she could face him, and had his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“I could take advantage of this situation, I could indeed. You love my kisses, right?” He whispered in her ear, while biting at it roughly. Hillary cringed, eyes scrutinizing the area around her. She was searching for any way to escape- for a person, a weapon, something.

He had begun kissing down her neck now, hands in her shirt, pulling it away. She was stuck between him and the wall, with his body pressed so close to hers it was near impossible to move.
“L-let me go, Alek…” She mumbled pleadingly. ‘He isn’t going to, stupid. Just let it happen. You can report it later.’ She told herself. ‘I can’t just let him do this.’ She argued. But what other choice did she have? Every time she had watched those 48 hours on ID shows, the girl had screamed, hadn’t cooperated- and because of that, the girl died. Hillary, on the other hand, didn’t want to die.
“Why, dear, you know you’re enjoying this. Come on, we’re perfect together… Let me show you.” His hands wandered down to her waist and lingered at the edge of her shorts. Her eyes, which had somehow closed, shot open. ‘He won’t do it- he wouldn’t…’ She told herself, though she knew he would. His hands were already pulling them down.

“D-don’t… I’ll t-tell the police, they’ll come a-after you…” She whispered with urgency, twisting and shifting in his arms. Her threats were pointless- he would do what he wished with her.
At this moment, Hillary did scream, not to get attention, but because of the pain that had struck into her so suddenly

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ALL ABOUT: SHEEPY/AJ

HEY DID YOU KNOW I AM FIFTEEN YEARS OLD!? AND I HAVE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR 4 YEARS ALSO FOR THE RECORD I FOUND YOU BY GOOGLE AND YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA: MESSAGES, EMAIL ([e-mail]), OOC CHAT BYEEE!

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FOR THE RECORD, THIS BEAUTIFUL BABY WAS MADE BY COMMUNIST DAUGHTER?! OF CAUTION 2.0 IF YOU STEAL IT THEN I FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE MATE;D.

Thanks to our Sarah for helping find this code!!

[Rafael Ochoa]

Accepted.