``MIDNIGHTER, jaclyn melissa;[done]

[jaclyn midnighter]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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JACLYN MELISSA MIDNGHTER[/center]

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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] Jaclyn Melissa Midnighter

NICKNAMES: Jaycie, Jay.

AGE: Fifteen

D.O.B.: 12/23/1993

YEAR: 5th

HOUSE: Ravenclaw

ALLEGIANCE: Doesn't really care, supports D.E. mostly though.

PROFESSION: Student. Duh.

WAND TYPE: 7 inches. Rosewood. Griffin Feather.

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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[/B] Black. Blond dye on ends.

EYE COLOUR: Gray-Blue.

HEIGHT: 5’5 ; 1.65 meters

WEIGHT: 155 lbs.

BODY TYPE: slender.

VOICE: soft; can be looked over easy.
a slight Romanian accent adding to her British one.

PERSONAL STYLE: Jaclyn has a slight Gothic influence to her normally plain appearance. She doesn't like many accessories, but she will wear pocket chains, studded belts, and a neon green scarf from time to time. She hates skirts and dresses, so people don't even think of calling her girly. She does have a cherry red and black phone on her at all times.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Jaclyn doesn't care much about she looks. She also doesn't care how other people look either. She wears tons of black eyeliner all of the time, framing her calm, pale eyes in black every second of the day. She is skinny, and she takes pride in that. She loves being clean, but hygiene is not on her top list of priority's anymore. She has more important things to do than clean. She loves keeping her hair nice and clean though. She has a totally unique style to her clothing, and hates to be part of the crowd.

She is fit and strong, with a lean, slender body. Her mother, who was from Romania, taught her this code: 'If you are fat: you are lazy'. She follows this code every day of her life. Both of her ears are triple pierced, and her belly button is pierced too.

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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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and how you speak
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drawing
parties
reading
dancing
ballet
tap
jazz
rock
heavy metal
cats
dogs
horses
cell phones
texting
Nic (bf♥ )

CHARACTER DISLIKES:

spiders
fish
talking
people
noise
musical instruments (old fear)
weapons
killing
murder

GOALS:
To find a job that fits her needs. Then live with Nic in the city she was born.

BOGGART: A murderer, holding the weapon used to murder.

PATRONUS: Getting her first kitten, Rami (rami was a small silver cat with lavender eyes). (patronus: Quoll)

DEMENTOR: Seeing her mother be killed.

AMORENTIA:
Apple Cinnamon
Kittens
Nic

BASIC PERSONALITY: Shy. Kind. Nervous. Anxious. Stressed. Loving. Sweet. Spite-Filled.

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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under cover of the streets
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[/B] Joey Midnighter (dead)

MOTHER: Raechel Jasmine-Midnighter (muggle, dead)

BROTHER(S): Roxas, Emanuel. (Emanuel; dead)

SISTER(S): Kristiana. (dead)

OTHER: Nic Flighting (boy-friend), Lissa Fallows (best friend), Sammi Dislexa (best friend)

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

HOMETOWN: Focşani, Romania.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England.

BIOGRAPHY:
Jaclyn was born at the stroke of dawn. Her mother thought it was a unique thing, so she wanted to name her daughter a unique name, like Jaclyn or Aja. But her father wanted something classic, like Alexis or Carol. Her mother won the battle, and Jaclyn got her name. Tragically, when Jaclyn was one, her mother was killed right in front of her eyes. She was traumatized from that moment for the rest of her life. She became shy and quiet from then on, as her brothers and sisters seemed to hate her, especially Kristiana, her older sister. She was on the brink of going to Hogwarts like Roxas and Emanuel. So she wanted to get all the attention in the family, not Jaclyn.

The family soon moved to London so Kristiana could get her Hogwarts stuff. That's when Kristiana was killed. She was murdered, a horrific sight for young Jaclyn. She wanted to go to Hogwarts in her place. But her father made her wait until she got the letter. Which she did, 5 years later. She wanted to get her wand first, so she did. It was an unique wand, for an unique girl. Griffin Feather, Rosewood was all hard to come by. But it was a perfect match for her. She went, alone on the train, accompanied only by Roxas and Emanuel, who left her as soon as she stepped into the train. That's when she mat Nic Flighting, her perfect love. They fell in love instantly, and began going out on the train.

She was a good student, working hard. She became the best in Transfiguration, and not so good at DADA. She found out her brother, Emanuel, was murdered from her older brother, Roxas. Her was killed by Calora, his former girl-friend. It was sad, but an even sadder shock ripped through Jaclyn. Her father, Joey died too. She clung to Nic, and she lives life clinging to him and Roxas, her twenty-two year old brother.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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you notice someone like me,
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[/B] Calorisa

RP EXPERIENCE: 1 year

HOW YOU FOUND US: Link on Slightly Insane

OTHER CHARACTERS: None

RP SAMPLE:

His gaze of ice blue shimmered in the afternoon sun. That long, silver and black tail lashed as he looked around. Being deputy wasn't as easy as he would have deemed it to be, but he was picked, so he'd have to do his job. Birds sung from above; their songs filling his ears as he made sure not to step on any branches to alert prey. He was merely out here for his own enjoyment. All of the patrols were finished, and it was a just a time to relax. Although, if he had wanted to hunt, then he would have.

Wolfthunder opened his maw as he scented the air. Nothing out of the usual. The clouds were casted in the blue skies; each whtie fluff floating in the vast blue above. The bright sun above made his pelt warm as he let out a yawn. It was a perfect day, yet something felt wrong and out of place. He froze right there as his eyes flickered around.

In his frozen, taunt postion; his maw slowly closed. He didn't like the feeling, no, not in the least. His tail stopped lashing, and his whiskers twitched a little. A frown plasterd to his maw as the corners of his mouth dropped. Was someone watching him? He could only hope not. Wolfthunder decided to ignore it, and walk on.

Did that mean the feelings were gone?

No, they weren't.

The silver tom, then, remembered his brother. "Slateclaw..." he said to nobody as he choked the words from his throat. Calloused feelings condemned his emotions as he growled, violently shaking his head back and fourth to rid of the memories. He remembered it all. The flood, the blood, the wails, then silence. It all was etched into his memory as the haunting, shadowed thoughts replayed in his mind.


"Br.other..." a wail of help rang out from the churning, liquid below. Fear clung in Wolfthunder's eyes. The water was so deep. He couldn't even see it's bottom. There was no way the blueish silver Hawkclanner could survive it, so why should he even try to help Slateclaw? They had only been warriors for two moons, but he felt like a helpless kit as he listened to his brother's dreadful cries.

Sticks and rocks jutted out of the water, and a branch caught hold around Slateclaw's neck. Helplessly, he moved his paws franticly to escape, but it was undeniable that the branch was making him weak as blood trickled down his neck. Wolfthunder watched as he finally gave up, and just lay there. The branch was caught around his brother's neck as more scarlet blood poured out, and he lay limp; afloat on the water as puddles and pools of red filled the water around him.

"Slateclaw..." he whispered. It was a waste of effort; for his brother was now dead.


Wolfthunder shivered as he pushed, once more, the thought away. He didn't want to think about then. He didn't want it to be true, he didn't want to believe it. Dang it, he didn't even want to ignore it! But it had happened, and there was no changing the past, and it was all because of him. If he would have helped him, maybe Slateclaw would still be alive. While Wolfthunder was in the safty of land, his brother was going to meet his fate.

"I'm so sorry..." then, Wolfthunder heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. His pelt bristled as he did not reconize the scent at all. His ears flattened to his head as he spat out. "Who goes there?

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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while you live it up
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