Priscilla Pythar; she's a go-getter, one of a kind, watch her take off and fly~

Posts : 1 Join date : 2009-03-05

Priscilla Pythar
The thunder is piercing, hands are clapping, voices are shouting, feet are stomping. The world is spinning, skin is crawling, a wand clatters as it hits the floor.
Light fades, a baby is born.

Meaning: Ancient

House: Slytherin

Blood: Though Priscilla's parents are thought to be Royce and Katie Pythar, two loyal Death Eaters, no one is positive about her father. Both Royce and Katie were pure bloods, but the possibility of Priscilla being a Muggle's child is still present, in any case.

Family: Born into a frenzied scene of muddled forms and blurred confusion, no one knows where Priscilla's parents went, though they're now considered to be long dead. Priscilla grew up with her uncle, who took her in at an extremely young age, almost immediately after birth.

Personality: Priscilla, like all people, has layers. Some are thinner or thicker, and others more or less prominent. Her outer most layer is that of venom, disdain, and sharp words laced with deadly jabs. Friends don't come easily to her, but it's even harder to let them go - once Priscilla's loyalty is earned, consider it there for life. Keep peeling away at those layers, shedding the hard skin to reveal a softer, more vulnerable girl inside. Though she refuses to admit it, Priscilla does have a heart. Though she'd rather die than say it, Priscilla Pythar does get scared.

Ambitions: There aren't many things that Priscilla wants from life. Love is overrated and nonexistent. Stress is nagging and constantly present. People are pigs, inconsiderate and uncaring. Instead of socializing, Priscilla prefers to do the one thing that brings life to her face, to experience the sensation of adrenaline pumping through her veins, suddenly alive: Quidditch. Soaring and swooping through the air, Priscilla feels more at home than she ever would on the ground, standing on her unsteady, unreliable legs - unlike those, her broom wouldn't fail her.

Appearance: Unlike many girls of her age and day, hair and make-up doesn't concern Priscilla. Her ivory-colored skin is the same shade of ghostly white each day, no effort made to bring life to her cheeks. Two dark, glazed eyes are sunken deep into Priscilla's skull, thin and attentive. A border of short, black hair frames her ashen face, kept trimmed and plain, with no unnecessary attempts to make it attractive.

Posts : 279 Join date : 2009-03-05 Age : 32

I think Pricilla is awesome =) very nice character indeed!

» Woah, can you please watch where you are walking?