Post by Brandi D'acanto on May 5, 2008 19:23:56 GMT -5
D'acanto, Brandi
The Role Player
Name: Trish
Age: Old enough
Experience: 2 years
Estimate how much you will be on: Every day - will post about every other day
The Character
Who am I?
Full Name: Brandi Noel D'acanto
Age/Year: 16/7th Year
Birthdate: September 28th
Loyalty: Light
Junior Order Member: No
Junior Death Eater: Yes
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Canon or Original: Original
Wand: 9 ~ Cherry ~ Ashwinder Ash
What do I look like?
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair Color: Hazel
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body type:
A squarish face is framed by dark brown, wavy hair that reaches her mid back. Arched eyebrows rest over round, hazel eyes. A long nose, which is slightly upturned, leads a straight path down to pouty light pink lips. With her olive colored skin, and hair so dark it appears black, she is most often thought of as being Greek. The spitting image of her mother, who was born and raised in Britain, her roots have been from the United Kingdom as far back as anyone has been able to trace. Standing at an average 5'6", Brandi is more often than not lost in the crowd. She doesn't particularly stand out for good looks, nor does she stick out for any other reason. Weighing 115 pounds, she is more lean than curvy, which is perfectly fine for her.
Dressing Style:
She can normally be found in comfortable clothing, not having a particular preference of style. Brandi enjoys lounging around in a simple pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt, rounded off with a pair of sneakers.
How do I act?
Likes
+Pasta
+ Boys
+ Dancing
+ The color green
+ Having other people around
+ Drawing
+ Going for runs
+ Being outdoors
+ Animals
Dislikes
- Being alone
- Her Dark Mark
- Small, enclosed spaces
- Spiders
- Sudden movements
- Hospitals
- Her father
- Authority figures
- The sight of blood
- Making a mess
- Being watched
Strengths
♥ Loyal
♥ Honest
♥
Weaknesses
» Too trusting
» Attractive men
» Ice cream
» Music
Flaws
^ Let's her father dictate her actions
^ Doesn't tell other her problems
Overall Personality:
Loyal ~ Although she has had very few chances to prove it to anyone, Brandi is loyal to a fault. Once she considers someone a friend she will do everything in her power to make sure that that person is happy. She does not believe in turning her back on anyone, and if someone were to do the same to her then they would forever be thought of as a traitor and someone she disliked.
Lost ~ What was once a happy, cheerful, carefree child was suddenly turned in to a much too young adult, expected to fend for herself and silently deal with her own problems. Despite having a firm footing in her beliefs and values, she has no one that she feels she can depend on, or talk to. She doesn't know where to turn, who to turn to, or how to escape the torture her mind brings her, and silently wishes for some relief.
Scared ~ Although she will admit it to no one, Brandi is terrified of many things. Her father, the root of fear and revulsion for as far back as she can remember; her Dark Mark, the physical symbol of the power her father holds over her; Disappointment - for as long as she can remember, she has been the cause of disappointment to many people, and she has a deep rooted fear of displeases others as well
Honest ~ Sometimes her honesty can be so straight forward that Harley is seen as being rude. While she doesn't intend for her comments to come off that way, she just accepts it as another reason why people stay away from her. She sees no reason to dance around something she wants to say, nor does she understand why someone would ask a question if they didn't want to know the real feelings of the person they asked.
Where am I from?
Birthplace: Brighton
Heritage: Pureblood
Family: Howard and Kendra D'acanto
History:
Born to the parents of Howard and Kendra D'acanto, Brandi was the first, and only, child the two ever conceived. Her father, a prominent member of a hotel company, was more often than not away on business, and as such she grew to think of him as simply the man who occasionally stayed at her and her mother's house. Growing up an only child was at some times admittedly lonely, but Brandi grew used to finding amusement on her own. She enjoyed playing "pretend" and dressing up in her mother's old clothes, imagining herself a princess, or a member of a fantasy kingdom. Brandi spent much of her time outdoors, exploring the woods behind her home, and playing catch with the neighbor's dog. Until her ninth birthday, she was perfectly content with her life, wanting nothing more.
It was just after school on the day of her in class birthday party, and her professor was helping her clean up the mess left behind. Her mother was coming to pick her up when he got off work, but until then it was just herself and her professor. Cleaning up some of the left over cupcake mess, the remains of her mother's finest cooking, she didn't hear the sound of her professor moving up behind her. In fact, it wasn't until his hands found their way to her waist that Brandi had any idea that he had something aside from helping his student clean up on his mind. Absolutely confused and terrified, and not wanting to make her professor upset with her, she did as she was told, breaking slowly inside.
Running late, Mrs. Kendra D'acanto didn't arrive to the school until an hour later, and she found her daughter sitting on the curb side, in the rain, arms wrapped around her knees, hugging her legs close to herself. Wondering if something had happened that day at school, she asked Harley if everything was okay; too scared to speak, she simply nodded her head and stared out the window as they drove. Concerned, she turned around to look at her daughter's face, opening her mouth to ask a question, but what that question was, Brandi never knew. For at that moment, as her mother turned her eyes from the road, an eighteen wheeler skidded across the wet pavement, and pushed the D'acanto's minivan off the road and in to a line of trees.
The next thing Brandi knew, she was blinking her eyes open, taking in the pure white of the walls and sheets under which she was wrapped. In the next few hours, her entire life changed. She learned that her mother had passed away before the ambulance had arrived, most likely upon impact. Her father was on his way back from a business trip to America but would not arrive for another few hours. She had been unconscious since the crash, and had slept through the worst part, but she had a line of stitches, wrapping down from the bay of her right shoulder blade and to end just above her right hip. If she was lucky the scar would fade, but it would most likely stay there for the rest of her life.
After that, nothing was the same. Brandi spent the next few months following her father around on his business trips, losing track of where she was in school, and having to have a private tutor go with them to help keep her on par with everyone else. When her father decided that he could no longer let her join him, he hired a full time nanny, putting her and his daughter up in a small flat in London. For the most part, that suited Brandi just fine. She felt no sense of connection between herself and her father, and she was still trying to silently deal with what had happened on the day of her ninth birthday. She felt like it was her fault her mother had died; that if only she could have pretended that everything was alright, that her mother would have kept her eyes on the road.
Life went on in much the same way for Brandi until the summer after her fourth year of school. Picked up by her father for the first time she could remember since she had started attending Hogwarts, she went with him as he took her to his office building. The moment she stepped in to the room she blacked out and can't remember anything until she woke up in her room the next day, Dark Mark on her left forearm.
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