LOVEGOOD; marl

[+MaRl LoVeGoOd+]

welcome to marl lovegood's life...
"where everbody's hanging out, just like they hung out before"

OOC!

alias;;Tippy
age;;18
where did you find marl's hogwarts?;;Created it<3
role-playing experience;;7ish years?
role-play sample;;

&& at the end of the day, nothing else matters...

There was something exceptionally cold about the way her eyes scanned the series of lines typed into the lap top. The hazel brown had turned darker. Her body look thinner than usual. Her face, more pale. Her lips turned into a well-practiced frown. Her delicate face structure seemed weak, worn out into a state of such tired depression that she was becoming damaged beyond repair. She sat, unmoving and pathetic. She sat, vulnerable and dead to the very core of her heart. She sat, frail and delicate as porcelain. No one could watch her fade, that was the very reason she was fading to begin with.

A cold cup of coffee stood its Styrofoam ground upon her desk. She'd sent Brielle home hours ago so, it was just her and her stupid sleep deprivation at it now. Her article was finished, she just didn't want to go home to an empty house. She put a hand to her head, pressing her fingers against her temple on the right side. She needed sleep, uninterrupted and untainted by depression. She pushed down the screen to the lap top and sat in the darkness of her office. She embraced that faint glow from the desk lamp like some sort of healing mechanism. From her pocket, she pulled out a very tattered looking piece of newsprint. It was smaller, folded over until there were four crease lines. She unfolded it with shaking hands, afraid to ruin it. It was the picture of Tristan Longbottom from her very first article about him. He had a furrowed brow and a confused expression as he moved around in the photo. A tear slipped down Savannah's cheek and she folded it back over carefully before shoving it down into her pocket.

She wore a pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a pair of black Converse. Her black hoodie sweatshirt hung over the back of her chair lazily. Savannah looked so lonely there, trapped in her own thoughts. She couldn't take it anymore. She only wanted him! Yet, she didn't even have the energy to be angry. Instead, she tried to stand up, get herself out of the stupid desk. She found herself soon sitting on the floor beside her hard-wood desk. She curled her knees up to her chest and fought the desire to rock back and forth like a frustrated child. She put a hand to her cheek and found more tears making home on her face. Her other hand left a print in the dusty floor. She felt so cod suddenly. What was happening to her?

Savannah felt her head ache with more force. She was dizzy. The room seemed so blurry, too blurry for sleep-deprivation to be the only answer. Savannah had to fight to bring up a smile. "I love him." She murmured to herself, knowing no one would ever hear her words. Savannah hadn't eaten in three days. She'd been surviving on coffee and occasionally, a cup of tea. She passed out on the floor of The Daily Prophet office. Would anyone find her there? She didn't care anymore. Maybe she'd be happier this way. She was, after all, one of the most self-destructive people around. So, Savannah was lost to herself. Her pulse thudding away without anyone to hear it. Her head aching without her feeling it anymore. Her heart beating without anyone to treasure it. Savannah could only dream now. She could dream and be in a better place than she ever was before.

"You know, I think we should move. We live too closely to our pasts here. I think you should stop working at the ministry and I'll give up the Prophet. We'll have some kids, get a pet or two. Let's live real lives from now on." Savannah's voice seemed so real, so down-to-earth. She was alive with insight and the compassion in her voice was relevant even in a statement that did not require it.

"Come on Sav, you know I'd give it all up in a heartbeat. We've got to be real though. I have a war to finish off." Tristan's voice sounded beside Savannah. Savannah tilted her head back and smiled up at him. She was curled up beside the man she loved. Things were right for the first time in her life.

"I know you're right, I just want to let go, you know?" Savannah offered with a shrug. It wasn't disappointed though. No, Savannah had such an accepting tone. It was like she was open to anything he had to say.

"A past like ours? Yeah, we had better both let go of that." His tone was laughing, Savannah's face was lit up with color, with a light that had never before graced any of her expressions.

"Cute. Yes, it's something I'd like to forget right about now." Savannah nodded and then it all sort of faded into nothing. There was light. Just light, Empty, pure, innocent light. There was silence like Savannah had never heard. It was such a kind silence that it seemed to heal her broken heart. She was finding her own peace. She was unable to think of work or writing or anything other than Tristan Cade Longbottom. She thought of him. He was there. The two were just existing. Living in that precious light as though they'd owned it from the very start. It was where Savannah's heart truly was. She could never let go of that light, not in a million years.

Her frail, unmoving body lay elegantly strewn across the floor. Her mess of brown locks spread around her face as though protecting her from anything coming her way. The light from her computer still glowed from the desk despite the screen being down. Beside it sat a small notebook with a pen beside it. Scribbled onto the lined pages were words Savannah prayed no one would ever see.

Forgive me, for I meant none of the things I said wrong of you. Love me for I have no desire other than to have your heart. Take me, because I was made for you. Never forget these words, for they are built for eyes that are yours alone. I will always love you Tristan. Forever yours, Savannah.

word count;; 1,042
notes;; none right now=]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS!

full name;;Emmalyne Cornelia Marlen Lovegood
nickname;;Marl && Marlie
age;;16
year;;6th
house;;Gryffindor
blood-type;;Half-Blood
wand;;13 inches, willow wood, a single unicorn hair
occupation;;Student
sexual orientation;;Straight
martial status;;Single

NOD && SMILE!

celebrity;;Alyson Michalka
picture;;

appearance description;;
Silver eyes and pale skin. Marl is about 5'3" and weighs around 125 lbs. She's got a bright smile and a face to remember. She's got messy blond hair that hangs around her shoulders. Marl is one of those girls who dresses how she wants. Some days, that style can very mellow. others, she's bright and loud and colorful in her style. She's never afraid to step outside of the box. She'll dare to wear the red stilettos. That's simply who Marl is.

INNER SPIRIT!

likes;;
[+]ice cream
[+]chocolate
[+]dancing
[+]laughing
[+]friends
[+]family
[+]pranks
[+]getting into trouble
[+]running
[+]quidditch
[+]competition
[+]singing
[+]hanging out with Leslie
[+]smiling
[+]people
[+]night time
[+]stars
[+]rain
dislikes;;
[+]spiders
[+]snakes
[+]slytherins
[+]mean people
[+]asparagus
[+]chewing gum
[+]mondays
[+]homework
personality description;;
Marl is upbeat, optimistic, lively, and a little wild. She and her sister are similar in that they're both wild. Marl is a little bit random and spazzy and immature. She's lovable though. Marl is so friendly and sweet and compassionate. She will stand up for others and her own morals. She's adventurous and never afraid to go out and change things. She's got a huge heart and never hesitates to share it. She trusts people far too easily. She's stubborn and hot-headed and don't offend her else you'd like to duel for it. She's so loyal and brave. Marl would go to the ends of the world for her friends and family. She cares and that's a lot more than most people can say.

BACK TRACK TO YESTERDAY!

family;;
Alice Lovegood - mother.
Leslie Lovegood - younger sister, 15, Gryffindor.
pets;;
Gwen - a little black cat with big green eyes.
birth-place;;London, England
history;;

&& i'd love to tell you a story...

Marl was born in London, England to Alice Lovegood. Alice was the daughter of Howard Burton and Luna Lovegood. Alice took her mother's name because she had a poor relationship with her father. When she had her two daughters, she gave them her last name instead of her husbands. After Leslie Lovegood was born, the two girls' father passed away and Alice never did tell them who the father was. She simply said that their father was a muggle and he died when they were young.

Marl had a fun childhood. Her best friend was her younger sister. The two did everything together. It made Marl cry the entire train ride to school when she went away a year earlier than Leslie. She waved goodbye from the frosty Hogwarts Express windows with tears streaming down her cheeks. Luckily, she made her first school friend on that same train ride. Gina Havoc and Marl Lovegood became fast friends on the Hogwarts Express that day. Gina walked into the compartment and saw Marl crying. She asked her what was wrong and Marl explained about her sister. Gina understood, they got along great.

Marl made friends very easily once she came to Hogwarts. Being sorted into Gryffindor was amazing. It suited her so well. She was thrilled when Gina was sorted into Gryffindor as well and it only made them bets friends. They both loved to cause trouble from the moment they started school. Marl started playing quidditch as a second-year and only loved it even more when her sister started school.

They got their little group going with Marl, Gina, Leslie, and Hadley. The four all got along so well and they caused so much trouble. Hogwarts had deemed the four girls the new marauders by the end of Marl's second year.

Her years went by with fun-filled chaos and to this day, Marl is as upbeat and optimistic as ever. She and her friends love to cause trouble and know how to play a good prank.

BITS && BOBS!

do you play more than one character?;;Kya, Aleah, Savannah, Emma, & Story.
suggestions for the site;;Make it more amazing and finish it, duhhhhh, lol. =]
opinions on the site;;C'est tres magnifique! Bringing back awesome the way it used to be.
other;;