Post by Scarlette Chandelle on Jun 21, 2009 23:12:15 GMT -5
FULL NAME: Scarlette Giovanna Chandelle
HAIR: The thing she took the most pride in was her dark brown tresses which she had grown out. The locks fell to about the middle of her back. She always took care of her hair and got it trimmed as well as layered frequently. A Scarlette trademark was her hair always smelled like vanilla. More often than not she let her hair hang down in all it’s glory. She found it almost a pity to have it brushed up in a pony tail or in some other style.
Scarlette had a oval shaped face which suited her well. She had high cheekbones that always seemed to be slightly flushed. Her nose was quite small and probably was the only thing she had inherited from her mother. Everything else between the two was like night and day. Her lips were a light pink and were just the right size as were they evenly matched. Dark black fringes outlined her eyes and had a natural bend to them which only made her blue eyes stand out more.
LIKES:
Scarlette has always enjoyed being artistic; whether it be drawing, writing or playing instruments.
For as long as she can remember she has always enjoyed the beaches, something about being on a beach half naked in the sun made her oh so happy.
With that goes along with sun tanning at the Chandelle summer manor in Spain.
Shopping, enough said.
The dark arts, she has a knack for them and she just can’t seem to get away from the power.
Taking long walks on the beach, she does enjoy just clearing her mind.
Scarlette enjoys throwing parties and having people around her, she is quite the socialite.
Being a pureblood, she is quiet self centered and enjoys having people flock around her.
Traveling, she likes going to new places.
Getting her way, there is no other feeling.[/b]
Scarlette hates the winter time, its far to dreary for her.
Coldness, she likes it when its warm out and coldness isn’t her style.
Those who aren’t purebloods, what do you expect she is one of those typical girls.
Scarlette doesn’t like explaining herself, she can never do it and she fails each and every time.
Insects, bugs, spiders anything that has more than two legs that crawls is a huge issue for her.
Those who are ignorant and who don’t face the obvious.
Naive and blond people.
Those who preach goodness and innocence, which Scarlette is not.
Liars, even those she manipulates people she doesn’t like it when people do it to her.
Losing, she plays to win.
Scarlette learned at a young age that she was good at getting what she wants and has since turned it into a art.
She has mastered the art of seduction at her young age.
Scarlette is very artistic and enjoys writing, drawing and playing instruments.
In school she was always fairly good at flying and quidditch.
Scarlette was always very good at very bad curses. She picked up magic very quickly and wasn’t afraid of the consequences.
Scarlette has always been very smart and always was at the top of her game.
Being manipulative and cunning, it’s a true art form.
Scarlette has been trained to hide her true emotions and is very good at it.
She is self motivated and always finds new things to do.
The young woman reeks of self confidence.
Daddy
Boys and sexuality.
All other magic that was learned in school, she already forgot and didn't really care the first time she learned it either.
Losing the rest of her family like she has lost Christian and her father.
When it comes to her own life failure she starts to get worried, she doesn't want to be her father.
Becoming like her father, only worse.
Scarlette fears she will always be a worthless little pureblood and doesn't have the ability to become anything more than that.
She doesn't want to ever be forced to hurt the ones she loves, so return she fears love and get getting close to people.
Losing everything she has worked so hard to get.
Bad boys, she has a soft spot for them all.
Scarlette from a young age was very defensive even when she never did anything wrong. She was even worse with strangers as she never did trust anyone. When she finally did trust someone it was like solid gold, she had a great amount of respect for others if they only returned it to her. She was fairly snappy when she was being accused of something and didn’t think twice about telling people how she felt. Scarlette was bold at what she said and often went after her father. It did earn her a few smacks though, but that only made her more tough.
Hiding emotions were almost a talent for the young women. She was extremely good at leading people to believe that everything was perfect. She never let her emotions rule the way she responded to outside stimuli, unless it came to her father. In which case she threw caution to the wind and emotions just took over. So it was very hard to read her, most people you can get an idea about how to approach them. Scarlette for the longest time was very hard to approach but a lot of that extra hardness came off over the years. She was a lot softer than she was even three years ago. Much more approachable.
At a young age, as most are, she was taught that she was better because of her status and her linage. The parties that were at her house were ritzy in a way. Only the most exclusive people came, when she was in France anyway. That changed a bit when they moved to England. They still had a party now and then but it was more low key than before. She was raised in a rich and lavish lifestyle and was used to getting what she wanted. She was the oldest cliche in the book; spoiled little rich girl.
Scarlette was brought up in a strict manner, it was always proper. Her parents, more her mother, wouldn’t tolerate anything less that perfect. Again, it was more of a drill in France that it was when she moved to England. She was very appreciative of the change. Scarlette still has those good habits when they are needed but she would prefer to be herself.
It’s very hard for Scarlette to let people in as she has lost so much. She truly wants to be warm and welcome, and isn’t afraid of her father anymore. It is a big sore spot for her. She wants to be accepted by others and welcomed into their hearts. But to undo everything that her family has done would take a lifetime. She wasn’t exactly always innocent either, she will always have that wild streak.
FATHER: Lucin Chandelle {incapableofbreathing}
sisterone: Gabriella Chandelle {missingfrommyheart}
sistertwo: Amanda Chandelle {missinginaction}
brotherone: Max Chandelle {lostforever}
brotherforever: Christian Chandelle {foreverinmy m i n d}
Scarlette was born on a warm and sunny day in Paris, France. The manor that the family lived at was called the Pearl de Lamar and was an old french manor. The first several years of the young purebloods life was rather relaxed and easy to deal with. Scarlette sat in the manor and didn’t do that much. What ever she wanted she got and was often called rather spoiled. At the time she only knew of a brother and a sister that she had. Christian Lucin Chandelle and Gabriella Chandelle. Scarlette was much closer to her brother than she was to her sister, as Gabby happened to be daddy’s little angel. While the other two often faced their father’s wrath for things that they never did.
Around ten years ago she was sent to live with her Uncle Anton in America, at first she didn’t know why but soon she figured it out. It was the time that he started regaining strength and she knew that her father was a old follower of the Dark Lord. Even though she knew it was wrong she didn’t dare defy her father by telling. Much to her dismay she learned of the dark arts by her uncle until the time that her tenth year was over. A couple months after her birthday she was sent back home. On her arrival home things had changed, the family was in a great uproar because there was a chance if caught in France her father could go to Azkaban. To many people knew of his involvement in the DE so they packed up and headed for England. At that time her brother had graduated from Durmstrang and was looking to become something more than just another Chandelle.
In England there was a new manor for the family to live in and little things changed from France. Her father was extremely bitter and her mother was sitting on pins and needles. At the time Scarlette had no idea but she figured it out later that Christian was trying to get his father into Azkaban for he had a great hatred for him. This hatred must of came from all the abuse and violence that went on in the Chandelle manor. In a year lots had happened to Scarlette. The one night would always stick out in her mind forever. It was the night that she had seen her dear brother fall in the bushes out of the house. It had been late at night on April fourteenth. Right around this time Scarlette had also started disobeying her parents, so she was up and wandering London for something to do. In short she had gotten there to late and on the cobblestone, lifeless. His death hadn’t be of magical sorts, he had been stabbed to death.
That night she had wandered home covered in his blood, no one had caught her. In the morning her father had given her some bull story but she didn’t say a word, but cried another ocean for him. Once she lost her brother she didn’t think that there was much worth living for. In that she started getting more Rebellious and ended up using floo powder to travel to New York. Her cousin lived there along with a bunch of the pureblooded rich teenagers. The often went out to clubs and other parties which only led to more trouble. Scarlette never got caught but quickly got addicted to muggle booze and cigarettes.
Scarlette was sent to Hogwarts a year to late, she was sorted into the Slytherin house. Just as her father had been, another thing she wasn’t overly proud of. Her years at Hogwarts went by uneventful, she remained bitter to all those who glorified themselves in either allegiance. Whether it be the dark or light. During her third year she was introduced to her other brother and sister. She hadn’t known about them, she must of been to young as they were sent away and grew up in America. As soon as she had met them she lost them, as they disappeared without a trace later that same year. The young girl graduated from the school high in the academic rank. Nothing she had been striving for it had just come natural.
At nineteen she was still living with her mother and her father. Her younger sister Gabriella had moved out long ago and was living in Spain. She had met some young romeo and moved there to be with him. So Scarlette was in a rather large mansion with her two hateful, spiteful parents. Later that year though Lucin’s life caught up with him, Scarlette assumed someone had tipped him off. He was murdered in cold blood, much to the same way that Christian had died. Although it was her father’s fault about Christian. She knew her father didn’t have the balls to commit suicide. Scarlette didn’t feel anything when she heard the news of her father’s death.
Scarlette was now free from her father. She was always expected to be just like him, Lucian had his claws in his daughter since her early days. Well no more, she went on living her life as she saw fit. Scarlette rather seen her mother as she often gallivanted off with the next hot young thing. The young woman found it repulsing how her mother acted but never said anything. She never cared at the spectacle her mother made of herself. Behind Tiffany-Lynn’s back they all laughed at her, Scarlette knew this but she hated her mother. She really did blame her for most of the things that had happened during her lifetime.
Scarlette decided when she turned twenty one she would move out on her own. She had more than enough money to support herself but she was going to get a job. She figured since she was going to work for a certain group she would work for the Ministry. For the last three years she has been working at the Ministry as a unspeakable. She knew that it was the perfect job for her. Fore Scarlette knew she would always be bad, it was just in her blood.
ALIAS: Que
One false move would send the blond haired Slytherin hurdling over the edge, into the depths below her. Which weren’t to good, as she would smash into the cement or the hard ground slightly to the left. Being that she didn’t hit any obstructions on the way now. A grimace crossed over the young girls face as she thought about it in more detail. “Who knew” the soft voice of the girl softly flew from her mouth before she had realized what she had even said. “When someone said count your blessings now. For they’re long gone. I guess I just didn’t know how. I was all wrong. They knew better. Still you said forever, and ever. Who knew” again the soft voice of Scarlette Chandelle came this time singing. Her words could barely be heard as she was singing in such a soft and gentle tone. Washing gently into the silence that was surrounding her at the current time. The corners of her mouth tugged themself into a tight, downcast smile. “I guess I knew, I should of known if I didn’t know” Scarlette said to herself, as she lightly brushed her head slightly harder than normal against the stone wall behind her. Sapphire eyes were locked on her entwined hands that were folded on her lap, slightly buried in the silky material of her skirt.
As softly as the singing she had just let out, came a sigh full of exasperation. Just wanting to let all of the tension go, her shoulders were slightly caved in as she slouched her body. The girl’s head was hung down, no longer resting against the cold wall. A soft expression fell upon her face as she turned her lips up into a mellow smile. Sapphire eyes still gently rested on her hands, but glittering in the fading light. Once more the girl leaned back on the wall, stretching out her neck and squinting her eyes. A crimson wave hit the girl’s cheek as she saw two robed people out of the corner of her eyes. She didn’t know if they had caught her singing or not, her self confidence was some what tarnished from her family. Slowly the girl twisted her body, one leg on either side of the railing as her back still rested against the wall. Her eyes grazed across the two young men in front of her, taking into account that she had already met the one. Scarlette had been slightly startled that they had followed her the whole way up and she didn’t even hear a noise. Surprise was forming in her eyes as she sat there, not saying any thing as of yet. Deeply the girl inhaled catching the scent of vanilla and spice that lay in her skin. “Yes it is nice to see you again Marth” the Slytherin replied softly.
Little by little she had unwound herself from the bundle of questions she had wound herself in only moments ago. A light shrug of her shoulders showed her lack of concern that they had followed her up the stairs. “It’s a free country and I enjoy new company, my other friends aren’t much for company these days” Scarlette remarked with a slight roll of her sapphire orbs. More and more she was slipping away from those friends and she didn’t care. For once she thought that they were her safety net but had learned over time that they weren’t. The only person who could be a her safety net was herself. Not only was she her own worst enemy but she was the only person who could save herself. The question that was raised next didn’t come to a shock to the girl, she used to try to hid what she was thinking but had given up on trying. It wasn’t worth all the suffering that she felt on the inside only to pretend that she was perfectly happy. A bright smile crossed over her lips and faded into her eyes as she nodded her head. “I’m perfectly fine, just thinking things through as usual” the girl replied with another shrug. In most cases she found when ever she tried to explain what she was thinking it came out a jumbled mess so she generally just left it alone. Nothing was bothering so there was no need to express what she was thinking. After all it was just about her sister Gabrielle, nothing would ever change there.
Ever so carefully, Scarlette shifted her body some more so that she was facing the two better than she was before. Yet her legs still stayed in the same position as her upper body was the only real change. Her soft hands were still entwined in the white fabric of her skirt, the florescent pink shade of her nails was barely visible. Growing slight bored or agitated for no reason she started to slowly caress the silky fabric between her fingers. What ever day dream her mind had pulled her into had been broken as she looked towards the two figures once again. Realizing that she was being introduced to the other that was with Marth. The formality that they used was some thing she was used to but wouldn’t expect that anyone would use it at such a place. Over time her smile had some what fallen of her face but was restored, there was no use in not trying to be friendly. She knew how well that went over. Over time it was just easier to be herself and not what people expected of. Scarlette’s eyes fell on Indrick’s outstretched hand. Carefully the Slytherin moved her body to shake the boy’s hand softly. Moments later, she brought her right hand and placed it back softly on her lap. Her hands entwined themselves together once more.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Indrick” Scarlette replied still the same hazy smile on her face. Lightly her head was cocked to the right as she thought through what he had asked her, not really even recalling when it had been. “Well, I believe that we talked for a brief second some where on the grounds I don’t exactly recall at the moment” the girl responded as she lightly ran one of her fangs over her bottom lip. The motion seemed to be continues as she mimicked that motion at least several more times. Silence had washed over the tower and the girl moved uneasily on the railing. Scarlette quieted an on coming yawn as she lightly shook her head. It was odd for her to be so tired this early, it wasn’t even nightfall yet. Dear old mom would say that it would of been a sign that she wasn’t getting enough sleep. But she couldn’t help that once darkness fell she got restless and wanted to roam around freely. It was a part of her, just like every thing else she dealt with. Internally she scolded herself for going on with her thoughts and gazed over at the two standing. Her mind tried to conjure up some thing to speak of. Nothing was coming to mind, but there was still the good old questions of first relations. “So how are you two this evening” Scarlette asked, knowing it was a lame question and showed in the tone of voice she used.
As softly as the singing she had just let out, came a sigh full of exasperation. Just wanting to let all of the tension go, her shoulders were slightly caved in as she slouched her body. The girl’s head was hung down, no longer resting against the cold wall. A soft expression fell upon her face as she turned her lips up into a mellow smile. Sapphire eyes still gently rested on her hands, but glittering in the fading light. Once more the girl leaned back on the wall, stretching out her neck and squinting her eyes. A crimson wave hit the girl’s cheek as she saw two robed people out of the corner of her eyes. She didn’t know if they had caught her singing or not, her self confidence was some what tarnished from her family. Slowly the girl twisted her body, one leg on either side of the railing as her back still rested against the wall. Her eyes grazed across the two young men in front of her, taking into account that she had already met the one. Scarlette had been slightly startled that they had followed her the whole way up and she didn’t even hear a noise. Surprise was forming in her eyes as she sat there, not saying any thing as of yet. Deeply the girl inhaled catching the scent of vanilla and spice that lay in her skin. “Yes it is nice to see you again Marth” the Slytherin replied softly.
Little by little she had unwound herself from the bundle of questions she had wound herself in only moments ago. A light shrug of her shoulders showed her lack of concern that they had followed her up the stairs. “It’s a free country and I enjoy new company, my other friends aren’t much for company these days” Scarlette remarked with a slight roll of her sapphire orbs. More and more she was slipping away from those friends and she didn’t care. For once she thought that they were her safety net but had learned over time that they weren’t. The only person who could be a her safety net was herself. Not only was she her own worst enemy but she was the only person who could save herself. The question that was raised next didn’t come to a shock to the girl, she used to try to hid what she was thinking but had given up on trying. It wasn’t worth all the suffering that she felt on the inside only to pretend that she was perfectly happy. A bright smile crossed over her lips and faded into her eyes as she nodded her head. “I’m perfectly fine, just thinking things through as usual” the girl replied with another shrug. In most cases she found when ever she tried to explain what she was thinking it came out a jumbled mess so she generally just left it alone. Nothing was bothering so there was no need to express what she was thinking. After all it was just about her sister Gabrielle, nothing would ever change there.
Ever so carefully, Scarlette shifted her body some more so that she was facing the two better than she was before. Yet her legs still stayed in the same position as her upper body was the only real change. Her soft hands were still entwined in the white fabric of her skirt, the florescent pink shade of her nails was barely visible. Growing slight bored or agitated for no reason she started to slowly caress the silky fabric between her fingers. What ever day dream her mind had pulled her into had been broken as she looked towards the two figures once again. Realizing that she was being introduced to the other that was with Marth. The formality that they used was some thing she was used to but wouldn’t expect that anyone would use it at such a place. Over time her smile had some what fallen of her face but was restored, there was no use in not trying to be friendly. She knew how well that went over. Over time it was just easier to be herself and not what people expected of. Scarlette’s eyes fell on Indrick’s outstretched hand. Carefully the Slytherin moved her body to shake the boy’s hand softly. Moments later, she brought her right hand and placed it back softly on her lap. Her hands entwined themselves together once more.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well Indrick” Scarlette replied still the same hazy smile on her face. Lightly her head was cocked to the right as she thought through what he had asked her, not really even recalling when it had been. “Well, I believe that we talked for a brief second some where on the grounds I don’t exactly recall at the moment” the girl responded as she lightly ran one of her fangs over her bottom lip. The motion seemed to be continues as she mimicked that motion at least several more times. Silence had washed over the tower and the girl moved uneasily on the railing. Scarlette quieted an on coming yawn as she lightly shook her head. It was odd for her to be so tired this early, it wasn’t even nightfall yet. Dear old mom would say that it would of been a sign that she wasn’t getting enough sleep. But she couldn’t help that once darkness fell she got restless and wanted to roam around freely. It was a part of her, just like every thing else she dealt with. Internally she scolded herself for going on with her thoughts and gazed over at the two standing. Her mind tried to conjure up some thing to speak of. Nothing was coming to mind, but there was still the good old questions of first relations. “So how are you two this evening” Scarlette asked, knowing it was a lame question and showed in the tone of voice she used.
