après moi, le déluge

Name: Marcelline 'Marcie' Taylor
Age: 23
Relationship status: Engaged
Significant other's location: England
Likes: flying, being outdoors, a simple life
Dislikes: big cities, rich girl types, the war
Bio: The All-American Girl with a European twist, Marcelline is an interesting girl to say the least. Her father, Jon Taylor, is best known for his valor as a fighter pilot in WWI. He was stationed in France where he met Marcelline's mother, Vérène Chevalier, a nurse. After the war he moved his new wife to his hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina. They raised two children: Marcelline and her older brother, Astor. Both children followed in their father's footsteps and became licensed pilots. Their father owned two private planes, and taught his children from a young age of a life in the clouds. Astor joined the Air Force as soon as he was old enough, leaving Marcelline behind envious to follow. Full of courage she only wishes to be a hero like her father. Tragedy struck though when her brother was killed in the recent Pearl Harbor bombings, after his death Marcelline knew she could no longer stand idly by. She joined up with the Boeing company, using her extensive knowledge of Aviation Mechanics. Also she hopes this will help get her into a new elite group of female military pilots known as WASPS, the first of their kind. As for love Marcelline's high-school sweetheart proposed shortly before being stationed in England, a bomber pilot, he is helping train units of the Royal Air Force.
Model: Hedvig Palm
Taken By: @esprit-de-escalier
 
the rest coming soon...

here's her bio also the RP takes place during WWII so I want her too look like shed fit into the era and i think all the models do in a fashion
 
Name: Marcelline Taylor
Age: 23
Relationship status: Engaged
Significant other's location: England
Likes: flying, being outdoors, a simple life
Dislikes: big cities, rich girl types, the war
Bio: The All-American Girl with a European twist, Marcelline is an interesting girl to say the least. Her father, Jon Taylor, is best known for his valor as a fighter pilot in WWI. He was stationed in France where he met Marcelline's mother, Vérène Chevalier, a nurse. After the war he moved his new wife to his hometown of Charlotte, North Carolina. They raised two children: Marcelline and her older brother, Astor. Both children followed in their father's footsteps and became licensed pilots. Their father owned two private planes, and taught his children from a young age of a life in the clouds. Astor joined the Air Force as soon as he was old enough, leaving Marcelline behind envious to follow. Full of courage she only wishes to be a hero like her father. Tragedy struck though when her brother was killed in the recent Pearl Harbor bombings, after his death Marcelline knew she could no longer stand idly by. She joined up with the Boeing company, using her extensive knowledge of Aviation Mechanics. Also she hopes this will help get her into a new elite group of female military pilots known as WASPS, the first of their kind. As for love Marcelline's high-school sweetheart proposed shortly before being stationed in England, a bomber pilot, he is helping train units of the Royal Air Force.
Model: ?
Taken By: @esprit-de-escalier

Event 1 ~
Its the last week of the summer holiday and everyone is anxiously awaiting their return to Hogwarts. Whether it be lazing around, shopping in Diagon Alley with the family, or meeting up with your man - give us a look into a day before your character's return to academia.
{DUE BY FRIDAY 2/22/13}
 
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story up tonight. Rose and the family will be school shopping diagon alley...that's all ill say for now

obviously the boys of {HPNG} are not playable but I wanted to do one set where I dissect Rose's love interest to a degree...
 
almost forgot awesome layout credit to @glitterinmyviens
 
collection : http://www.polyvore.com/scorpious_malfoy_study/collection?id=2307753
 
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Scorpius walked slowly through the dark halls of the manor, walls once blazing elegant tarnished with age...and something much darker.
 
No amount of Persian rugs, Grecian marble, Oriental wallpaper could hide the sinister past of this place, the sinister past of his family. This became all the more apparent when Scorpius entered the grand hall, where the Dark Lord him-self had stood peerage over his brood. His mark forever branded on this place, his home.
 
For years Scorpius grew up, raised in a subdued reverence of all this. However since his grandfather Lucius' recent passing, the glory of it all seemed to fade, and the secret remorse that Scorpius had been taught to hide was beginning to resurface. He was born a Malfoy, looks of a Malfoy, but what did that even mean anymore in this modern age. The Dark Lord was gone, and even though few radicals remained, the old ways were quickly dissolving – this would not be his destiny.
 
Scorpius could feel the newly present knot in his chest pulsing and growing, he tugged at his shirt, as if he could untangle his anxiety. Maybe it was his recent maturity that had brought these revelations on, however one thing was for sure even though he looked like Lucius and Draco and those that came before, but he was ready no to be his own man – no longer would he relish in their legacy; even if it meant giving up everything he had once believed.
 
Suddenly Scorpius found him-self in front of a room, a room he had always been forbidden to enter. After the final battle of the Dark Lord, the Malfoys' abandoned their ties however they were not destroyed. No everything that connected the Malfoys to their old ways were hidden away, in a back parlor of the house...locked away to be forgotten, left to fester in the shadows.
 
Scorpius paused before bending the tarnished door handle, he had never entered the room on strict threat of severe punishment; however with his age he found new courage. The door creaked open, the only light were the rays creeping from the hall, dust swirling in the dim light.
 
Scorpius managed to find several oil lamps still able to retain a fuse, however they did little good. The lamps gave off an eerie green glow, making the sense of the room all the more direful. Scorpius observed the room, that had taken mystic forms in his mind throughout the years. Layers of dust and cobwebs caked the dark objects neatly strewn across the chamber; however no amount of decay could hide their macabre aura. Every tie the Malfoy family had to the Dark Lord lay before him, everything Scorpius had once reveled in was here, and now for the first time he was afraid.
 
He ran his fingers over the writing desk, which had once been of lustrous Ebony, now derelict with neglect. Hundreds of manuscripts adorned the surface, some messages even from the first battle before his father's time. Communications between death eaters, and 'He Who Shall Not Be Named'. To see this now in person, chilled Scorpius to his very core, no pride was there.
 
Books on dark magics, and spells stacked high on the floors. Old bottles, thick glassed, full of nameless concoctions – most likely of sinister intent. Cases full of un-labeled organs, parts, and bones adorned the shelves and tables. Scorpius snaked his way through the room's twisted gallery, as if in some dark museum.
 
However Scorpius' heart stopped hard in his chest when he reached an old wooden pedestal in the back of the room. As if the chamber's dark heart, this pedestal gave the room a grisly energy. It drew Scorpius so fervently to where he began to tremble. Resting on the pedestal was a dark case, made of a dark stone. A gold latch, in the form of a serpent, held the contents at bay. His hands trembled as he reached for the latch, sweat now beaded on his brow. Heart racing, he slowly opened the heavy lid which gave out a mournful moan from age.
 
Scorpius caught his breath, all was grimly still. There in the prison of the cage, abreast a thick bed of crimson velvet rest the glistening Death Eater mask of his grandfather. The face shone devilishly in the green glow, almost as if it were eyeing the boy in front of him, sizing up his worth.
 
Scorpius felt a pang of fear, but yet, he found his fingers reaching for the mask. His touch met the icy cold surface, and they glided along the cool edges. He lifted the object, which was heavier than he expected. Turning it around to view the interior he could see the name 'Lucius' etched above the eye holes.
 
Before Scorpius knew what he was doing he was bringing the mask close to his face, ready to encompass him.
 
“Son?” A sharp voice cut the dreadful silence, Scorpius was so startled from his trance he threw down the mask. It clanked as it met the hardwood floor, staring angrily up at him.
 
His father stepped in and leaned on the door, staring hard at him. Scorpius, shaken, ran his fingers through his silvery hair.
 
“You know you're not supposed to be in here.” He stated sternly, as he quickly paced the room.
 
He picked up the mask, and placed it back in the case. The darkness gripping Scorpius seemed severed with the object now once again safe in its prison.
 
“Sorry father...I just thought, you know...now that I am 18...” Scorpius stammered, as if a heavy weight had suddenly left his chest.
 
Draco placed a hand on his son's shoulder, “After you graduate we can talk about this room, but until then leave it's contents be.” He gave his son a jilted wink.
 
Scorpius feigned a smile, trying to hide the sickened feeling in his gut.

Rose Weasley
Age: 17
Year: 7
House: Gryffindor
Parents: Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger
Bio: Rose may look like her mother but do not be fooled she is her father’s daughter through and through. She is adorably awkward, somewhat overly envious times, a little hot headed but always a true friend. Rose is the apple of her father’s eye, and all in all stays out of trouble…well maybe until now. Mr. Weasley may be a little upset to find that his darling daughter has been secretly consorting with the young Scorpious Malfoy via owl post for some time now.
Model: Imogen Morris Clarke
Played by: esprit-de-escalier

° Wand: 12 inches, White Oak Wand with Tigerwood Handle, Core is Augurey Feather, Firm
° Broom: Her father's Cleansweep Eleven
° Boggart: Snake
° Patronus: Raven
° Skills: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions
° Quidditch Position(s): Keeper
 
make your intros and let me know your wanted connections to rose!

Winter Eira
age: 17
descendant of: Hellebore the Deceiver
bio: Winter has a very low tolerance for people in general. There's really only one person she can stand being around for long intervals of time, and that's Bleeding-Heart. The two girls seem to understand each other, and are united in their profound distaste for others - especially those damned Forebearer Witches. They're all so repulsively chirpy. Winter even stays with Bleeding-Heart sometimes {as she was kicked out of her aunt and uncle's home for stealing and scads of other misdeeds}, though she comes and goes as she pleases, being a bit of a drifter within the community. Winter's hobbies include rolling her eyes, making biting sarcastic comments, sighing heavily, and devouring every spell book she can get her hands on - particularly the ones associated with the Dark, since - in Winter's opinion - it's the most powerful form of magic.
model: Emily Ruhl
taken by: ---
 
collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=2271818
 
2nd Choice
Selkie Claybrook
 
3 facts
coming soon...
 
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story coming soon...

so finally started a tumblr just thought i would share
http://petrichorthecellardoor.tumblr.com/
 
still needs some work

✞ So Mote It Be ✞

http://www.polyvore.com/so_mote_it_be_smib/group.show?id=156292

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The coven of Bythell Hollow has suffered its share of tribulations at the hands of their human neighbours over the last two centuries. However, over time, the coven has expanded, and nearly every woman living in this sleepy little valley is a Witch. And with numbers on their side, these women live their lives quite openly and without fear. Some choose to offer their magical services for a price, selling potions or helping others make contact with their dead relatives. Still, other Witches choose to live as normally as possible, only occasionally Practising small household spells or concocting simple herbal remedies for sick relatives.
 
And for a time, the inhabitants of the Hollow abided together in perfect peace.
 
But recently, a problem or two has arisen, the most immediate taking the form of a newly assembled brotherhood of Witch-Hunters in the valley. Since these Hunters keep their membership a closely kept secret, it's nearly impossible to know who might be one of them. Their presence has caused many Witches to avoid using their abilities around humans for fear of being stolen away in the night and never being heard from again. Some have literally gone underground and into hiding until this new threat passes. Others won't give up their homes and lives so easily. Even if it means going head-to-head with people they've known their entire lives.
 
With a war brewing, there are but two choices facing every Bythell Hollow Witch: run and hide, or stand and fight.
 
Which course will you choose?

✞ So Mote It Be ✞
 
http://www.polyvore.com/so_mote_it_be_smib/group.show?id=156292
 
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The coven of Bythell Hollow has suffered its share of tribulations at the hands of their human neighbours over the last two centuries. However, over time, the coven has expanded, and nearly every woman living in this sleepy little valley is a Witch. And with numbers on their side, these women live their lives quite openly and without fear. Some choose to offer their magical services for a price, selling potions or helping others make contact with their dead relatives. Still, other Witches choose to live as normally as possible, only occasionally Practising small household spells or concocting simple herbal remedies for sick relatives.

And for a time, the inhabitants of the Hollow abided together in perfect peace.

But recently, a problem or two has arisen, the most immediate taking the form of a newly assembled brotherhood of Witch-Hunters in the valley. Since these Hunters keep their membership a closely kept secret, it's nearly impossible to know who might be one of them. Their presence has caused many Witches to avoid using their abilities around humans for fear of being stolen away in the night and never being heard from again. Some have literally gone underground and into hiding until this new threat passes. Others won't give up their homes and lives so easily. Even if it means going head-to-head with people they've known their entire lives.

With a war brewing, there are but two choices facing every Bythell Hollow Witch: run and hide, or stand and fight.

Which course will you choose?
 

 
@fleetingfanfan

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http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/group.show?id=155503

Did you really think that after Hogwarts, that would be end of the story for Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the group. No their story lives on, only this time through their children; the next generation.
 
Decades after their infamous parents attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry the sons and daughters who make up this next generation are paving their own way and story through life.
 
Children of the Potters, Weasleys, Malfoys, and many more are bonded through blood, friendship, and romance. Though sorted into different houses these individuals are connected whether it be amiable, or a rivalry.
 
It will be interesting to see how these relationships span out, and whether these children follow in the footsteps of their parents or make their own unique path.
 
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