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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name: Elena BorovskyGender: FemaleAge: 13 Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Nope.
Residence: Zlovolk House, Cheshire, England.
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?Nope.
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? Nope.
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:Bambi Flume.
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Bred into the Borovsky family (they are elitist, Catholic and, purebloods) Elena Borovsky is the youngest of two. Her father is Nikolai Borovsky married to Dominkia Borovsky. Being spoiled all her life, Elena is a piece of work, and not easy to please. She is completely smug, and is the perfect grandchild. She isn’t very clever either, while her brother Ivan is. Elena lives in Cheshire in a fine house relatively close to the Volk manor which is occupied by her grandmother, and cousin. Her family is originally from Russia but moved to England a while back. The Borovsky family are highly religious, so Elena attends Catholic Church every Sunday. It was rumored that her father killed his brother, and his sister in-law. Elena in her heart doesn’t fully deny it. Her family does have a dark past, her grandfather is gossiped to have been involved with the Russian wizard mafia. Elena being 13 now has a few talents up her sleeve she is a great listener secretly, and is knows how to charm a guy to do what she wants, just like her mother. As a small child, Elena spent most of her time learning her manners, going to Church, and playing dolls with her prestigious friends. She has always been quite the alluring girl with neatly combed chocolate hair, and pearly green-blue eyes under her thick but structured eyebrows. She has a slim and tall frame with natural tan skin. Being a teen she has a love for boys and clothes. Elena cannot stand her cousin Stassie maybe because they are polar opposite.
Roleplay:Reply as your character to the following:Godric Park.
Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.
Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.
It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.
"John, I said
wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.
Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.
Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby. "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.
"...Do you want to play?"
Roleplay Response:Elena roamed throughout the park, twisting her finger in her lengthy chocolate locks. A park was a good way to meet boys, or at least she could look at them. Boys loved to crash, and play contact sports in the park. So here she was. Her family was visiting Hogsmeade Village at the time. Her mother and father were following far behind chatting to her older brother about chess. Chess? Who even liked chess? She surely didn’t.
Her parents didn’t know that she was traveling ahead to flirt with some boys. If there were any. Her parents wouldn’t necessarily approve either. Still she carried on, a malicious smirk smeared across her velvety lips.
"You!" A squeaky yelp echoed.
"...Do you want to play?"
Elena whipped around looking at what was beneath her. She saw a little girl with her hair all tangled, dirt smeared on her knees, and some on her left cheek. Tsk, tsk. What was a young girl doing playing rough house with these boys? Immediately she grinned in their direction, and then faced back to the small girl. She couldn’t play in this condition, plus she was wearing her couture navy blue dress.
“Honey, you should leave the rough housing for the boys. It would be a great tip to follow.” She said as she pinched the girl’s dirty blouse. OTHERHow did you find us?
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