Post by aria elizabeth redferne on Mar 28, 2013 21:41:23 GMT
Aria Elizabeth Redferne
Hey, my name is... Aria Elizabeth Redferne
But most call me... Aria, Ari
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... 17 years
Which means I was born... May 18th
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth years
My eyes are... blue
And my hair is... dark mahogany to black
One could say... I'm not particularly beautiful but I'm not exactly 'ugly' either I guess, I don't really think about it that much really. My eyes are blue and hair usually varies between dark mahogany and black and falls in waves just past my shoulders, to my breast. Unlike my brothers, I do not have any scars that are very visable because my so called parents thought it'd take away from my value when they came to marrying me off.
usually comfort over anything else, skinny jeans, loose-fitted tops or baggy jumpers, combat boots, leather. I rarely wear dresses.
And I supposedly look like... Alexandra Daddario
All round, I'm...
Aria is the kind of girl who is rather blunt in the way she talks because she’s always one to speak what she honestly thinks. She never sugar-coats things, refrain from speaking her mind entirely? Yes but she’d never try to make things seem better than they are especially if they’re quite clearly not.
She’d never be purposely ‘mean’ or ‘harsh’ but she can come off as cold, dry and well, a bitch and that's because she is all of those things usually but that's just how she is naturally.
The young sorceress doesn't mind helping others to become better than they are but doesn't want or like people to be better than her. She's a very competitive young witch and doesn't like to lose and she is in fact quite a sore loser.
Aria does enjoy a good laugh but has a rather dry and sometimes somewhat violent sense of humour. She enjoys bickering and fighting with her brothers, Tobias in particular, over petty little things that shouldn’t really matter but she likes to win so she’d fight him fiercely even in the smallest of fights/arguments.
There's nothing more than Aria hates than unjustice and being humiliated. She doesn’t mind being teased or ‘embarrassed’ about silly things she’s done in the past but she absolutely hates it when people ‘humiliate’ her by making her seem weak. Meaning if she’s duelling with someone and they are ‘easy on her’ or show ‘mercy’ and/or forfeits when she’s wounded she’ll be absolutely infuriated.
It’s the same for if her brothers ever stands up for her if she’s in anything less than potential death- she hates it because ‘she’s strong enough to handle and take care of herself’.
One thing that should be noted about Aria is that it’d be extremely hard to earn her trust but when you do earn her trust she’s loyal, one hell of a good ally and very slightly less bitchy (not much less though because it’s how she is and you’ve got to understand this- even if she loves you she’ll be a bitch).
Also, if you ever lose her trust in anyway whether by betraying her or her family, failing to listen and causing very serious danger for her and family, manipulating them or anything like that- you will lose her trust and respect forever. She doesn't give second chances and doesn’t really ‘do’ forgiveness. The only exception to this part of her is family.
I'm in love with... magic, reading, art, dancing, nature and honey
Though I detest... Being/appearing weak, having no control, cowards, ignorance, crying – seeing people cry and crying herself, unnecessary abuse/torture/pain of others, stupidity, carelessness.
But my best assets are... magic- transfig in particular and determination
However my worst... I can be unforgiving and I can be a bit of a bitch
And I dream of... to become the best female sorceress at Transfiguration.
My life story... Born the first born daughter to James and Amelia Redferne after my four older brothers Liam, Cain, Connor and Tobias, it was expected that I would be treated slightly differently. My earliest memories are that of starting my training in magic and since the beginning my parents pushed me in particular with Transfiguration.
Like my brothers before me, my family was brutally harsh in their methods, wanting to mould their children into the best sorcerers. Weapons. The Redferne Clan held the belief that nothing should get in the way of this goal. No distractions. No weaknesses - which is why our parents tried to beat our emotions out of us; because feelings were weakness. I think, the only feelings they turned a blind eye towards was the bond their children had with each other. We helped make each other stronger and we were always there for each other.
However, unlike my brothers, who I know received many scars even though they are not entirely noticeable at first glance, my parents never hurt me to the extent where I’d scar because they felt it would damage my marriage value.
You see, as the eldest daughter I was to be married off first and as a Redferne, they intended on marrying me off to whoever presented them the most powerful suitor. No matter what their age was and so, my ‘beauty’ was to be preserved.
Over the years, with the training and beatings I became better at hiding my emotions and wearing a cold façade, though secretly, I was a quite sweet girl, caring, kind. Naïve. I even sometimes- when my parents didn’t know any better- snuck off to lose myself in the lands of our manor, the fields, the stables, down by the nearby river. I lost myself in a world where everything was different, where I wasn’t born into such a cruel family, I’d read books and let my imagination whisk me off to different worlds, lands of fairy tales, happily ever afters, adventure and excitement. I very much held onto the idea that one day, myself and my brothers would be away from our family. We’d be free, happy. No more pain suffering. We could have our happily ever after.
I was completely oblivious the day- when I was fourteen- my parents summoned me to the main house to meet a ‘friend of the family’ and show him around the grounds of the manors seeing as my brothers were ‘unavailable’. I was wearing my favourite dress, my hair was neatly pulled up into a pony tail and I even recall my mother having put some make up on me. I felt pretty proper. Almost as if I was from a normal family.
I was polite, friendly even, trying to make a good impression in fear of the beating I’d receive from my mother if I didn’t. Of course I was, I was an innocent girl who tried to see the light in the dark, how could I anticipate what would happen? Now, whenever I find my mind taking me back to that day I scream at myself for being such a fucking idiot.
The man had been nice, friendly, too nice. He even made me laugh at one point, much to my horror because I thought I’d get into trouble but no, he didn’t say a word about it. I should’ve known.
It was when I was showing him the barn; away from any eyes or ears did he force himself on me. I tried to fight, I fought with everything I had, I even used magic in hope that I’ll be able to land one blow, just enough for me to be able to make an escape but it was no use.
I will never forget the smell, the feel of his hot breath on my neck, the degradation, the humiliation, the pain. I cried, I cried my heart out for many hours after he left me there without a word, just ruined innocence, a ripped dress, bruised skin and memories I would never forget no matter how hard I wished them to leave. I felt disgusting, dirty, hurt, humiliated. Never in my life had I felt so weak, so pathetic, so helpless.
I was still there many hours later when my mother had come for me, her cold, blank face as she looked at me. The love, worry, concern, anger that should’ve been in my mother’s eyes was completely absent and her threat, her warning not to tell anyone about what happened told me that she knew this was going to happen and she didn’t care. I had known she was cruel and heartless but I had always hoped there was somewhere, deep down a redeeming trait. But I knew now that there wasn’t.
Ever since that day I’ve changed, I’m no longer the daydreaming fool I once was. I vowed never to let myself appear so weak and pathetic ever again. I learnt that not every friendly face that spilled kind words had good intentions at heart. I couldn’t let anyone close to me after that day and for months I couldn’t stand anyone touching me. I grew cold, harsh, I pushed myself more to train, so I could be stronger. Never again would I be pathetic.
When I was seventeen I was sent to Northvale Academy and I was glad to finally be away from that manor I had grown up in but memories of the past, the harsh treatment from my parents, the hurtful words, that day haunted me still. Even when Liam and Cain murdered our ‘other’ family and burnt the manor to the ground, yes, I was glad to be finally free but…it would never undo the damage done.
A few months later, when the names were drawn for the Games, I volunteered for a girl by the name of Genevieve Salamander, a fellow sorceress. Why? I had said it was because she wasn’t as strong as me. Wouldn’t last. That I wanted something more exciting. But looking back now, I think it was more of a suicide attempt. I know, it was stupid, I know that now. During the time before the arena I formed an alliance with my fellow sorceress’s and the faeries and I was even fairly nice to them.
However, when put in the arena, wandless I was angry. Furious. I felt weak again and what just supported this feeling? One of the vampires attacked me and in a horrible accident I was left with a rip in my neck. With help from the people I allied with, I was healed to enough so that I wouldn’t die or scar.
That was when I realized I didn’t want to die. How could I be so selfish? It would ruin my family who were already broken enough. I received a wake-up call. Shook back to reality. Yes the past could not be undone but I wouldn’t allow it to taint my future.
Now, I’m still a bitch, cold, not easy to trust and still hating the idea of seeming weak, pathetic, some may say pessimistic but those witches and faeries did show me that I could trust other people that weren’t family. I might even call them friends someday.
I was born to... James and Amelia Redferne
And also live with... Liam, Cain, Connor, Tobias, Jonah, Asher and Elodie
My ooc name is... Tof[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... more than a year and a half
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
