Berkeley, Helena Evelyn

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HELENA EVELYN BERKELEY ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : Helena, Evelyn, Berkeley
( NICKNAMES ) :
Hell
-Helena can be cruel because of her pure-blood nature
Lena
-Those that are close to her usually learn to call her this, but she won't allow it until she knows you very well.
( SEX ) : Female
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pure-blood
( AGE & DOB ) :17 and October 13
( YEAR ) : Seventh
( HOUSE ) : slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( PassWORD ) : -Admin Edit-
( WAND ) : Nine inches, Veela hair, Ash

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :
-Boys
-Potions
-Reading
-Drawing
-Studying
( DISLIKES ) :
-Being a Death Eater, even though she would never admit it
-Voldemort
-Being a Pureblood
-Being a half-Veela, for it gives no reason for boys to like her how she truly is, or so she fears
-Talking too much unless she's rattled
( STRENGTHS ) :
-Potions
-Being cruel
-Staying silent and invisible
( WEAKNESSES ) :
-Boys
-All of the other Slytherins
-Flying
-Easily Angered
( RIDDIKULUS! ) :
-That her lack of desire of being a Death Eater will be found out and she will be tortured like Andromeda was, for different reasons of course
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :
-The day she got her Hogwarts letter. It meant escape from the lies she had entrapped herself in. She could be free, at least for a time, away from her home.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :
-Receiving the Dark Mark. It was so painful, so scary that Helena wishes she'd never done it. But, she'd been pressured into it, and her parents expected it of her. She was a pure-blood after all.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :
-To be free of the Dark Mark and able to live life how she wants to
( PET PEEVES ) :
-Cheerfulness
-Stupidity/Foolishness
-Loud noises
-Snoring
( KEYWORDS ) :
Brooding - Helena is a very negative girl. She was brought up to think the worst of people, even though, secretly, she tries to see the best in everyone. She worries about everything, especially things that she can't change. She fears that her true desires will be found out and she'll be thrown out onto the street with no one to turn to.
Hidden - She tries to hide everything she's feeling, but she's not very good at it. If she gets too mad, it's noticeable. If she's sad, she keeps her head low. If she's happy, she smiles non-stop. But, she's kept her wishes to be free of her parents' hold on her for as long as she could remember, so she's good for hiding something.
Observant - Helena notices everything about people. She sees their expressions. She can tell if they're lying, or if they're hiding something. The movement of the eyes and the fidgeting of the body is another call to make her judgment of someone's behavior. Years of silent watchfulness of her parents had taught her when to speak, when to leave, when to do anything. She uses that to her advantage with everyone she comes in contact with now.
Loving - Although she gives off the coldness of a true Slytherin pure-blood, Helena is very kind at the heart of it all. She'd managed to get out of hurting and killing people despite her being a Death Eater, because of her persuasion. If any boy ever had the guts to love her, she would fall hard for them, possibly leaving a broken girl without repair if they ever hurt her.
Closed - Helena doesn't usually open up to people unless they try hard enough to get to know her. She prefers to keep her thoughts to herself unless she is ticked off. When she is messed with, she holds back nothing. But, besides that, she likes to stay watchful and silent, waiting for the brave to come and crack her open.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Helena usually keeps her hair long and black. It's wavy and tumbles down her back like a waterfall. She's thought about cutting it short, but she knows she would feel extremely self-conscious about that.
( EYES ) : She has green, oval-shaped eyes. They are a bright emerald and she thinks they are her best feature. Her lashes are long and full, just like her hair.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : She has rather an oval-shaped face with a point to her chin. Her lips are extremely full, giving her the look of a pout when she parts them ever so slightly. Her nose is rather round, but in a kind of cute button-like fashion.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Helena is rather lanky but she is very curvaceous. She has rather thin arms and legs, but has a full chest and bottom. She has a flat stomach. Generally, she weighs about 117 pounds. She's about 5' 7".
( ATTIRE ) : Helena usually keeps to her school uniform, but when she's not required to wear that, she keeps most naturally to dark colors, to stay unnoticed. She likes being barefoot, so she won't be seen with shoes unless she's in class or in the Great Hall.
( SUMMARY ) : Helena, although rather thin in most areas, has a rather round face and a vivacious body. Her caramel skin complements her emerald eyes immensely, giving her the sun-kissed look without her trying. Her pointed feet and hands are elegant, for she takes good care of them. Her long and wavy black hair is most normally down and around her face, for she tries to hide it from most people, fearing to get too close.
( PLAY-BY ) : Adriana Lima

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
Luciana Berkeley
-Where she got the veela blood, but acquired only half of it
-Appears to be close to her, but is really faking it. She has nothing in common with her mother, keeping up the façade quite well.
David Berkeley
-Helena isn't very close to her father at all. He's the silent, brooding type, much like her. He never speaks at all, really, and she never has anything to say to him. She fears that he suspects her hatred of the Dark Arts, but neither of them have said a word of it.
( SIBLINGS ) : None
( OTHERS ) :
Grandmother Adelaide
-Although the woman is full Veela, she always seems to have her temper in check. She is still very beautiful for an old woman. It's the only person Helena can really talk to, but not in extremities. Because everyone in her family is a pureblood maniac, Helena is trapped in the web of their cruelty. But, her grandmother sympathizes with her most of the time, yet she chastises her occasionally as well.
( HISTORY ) :
Helena was born into a family of extreme richness and snobbery. From an early age, she learned to hide from others what she truly wanted and desired out of life. Because her parents commanded her to become a Death Eater, she had done so, but she regrets it every day. She's afraid the Dark Lord will find out her treachery and for that she has been desperately trying to learn Occlumency.

She has nearly no friends, unless she counts the Death Eaters that she unfortunately hangs around. She usually keeps to the library, for her sanity, but sometimes she likes to go outside, desperate for the freedom of the winds that blow around her. She doesn't know what she's going to do with her life when she gets out of Hogwarts, but she'd really been hoping to be a Healer at St. Mungo's. But, would they take Death Eaters? Would she even be alive long enough to do such a thing? She doubted it and she feared it.

That's why she would always hide.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Cait. ( I know, stop the insanity already. ahah)
( AGE ) : 17
( EXPERIENCE ) : Three years or so
( CONTACT INFO ) : email
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Randomly
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

Soft rays of moonlight glittered upon a face of porcelain, revealing a slight translucent glow to the pale white skin of Catalina Jameson. The scent of vanilla traced through her pointed nostrils, causing a slight sadness to build inside of a broken and no-longer beating heart. Long and wavy dark brown hair flew down and across milky shoulders. Voices flew into her mind, two different ones that were eerily similar. The monster and the lamb. Her own conscience screaming at her to listen, yet she had simply become numb to that whine. It was nothing more than a squeak of caution to her now. The monster had nearly gained complete control over the weak lamb that was the true Catalina, suffering in the prison of her own mind. The birth of the monster all those years ago . . . the killing of her foremost love . . . the slaughtering of her parents . . .

When she had finally achieved control of the disease that had turned her into this disgusting creature, it was far too late to save the ones she loved. She would have to live forevermore with the regret of their murders that she herself committed. But, the monster didn't care. The monster just wanted to kill and kill again. What mattered most was the destruction of Benjamin Kanst. How had he not realized that she had gone to the Institute because of him? How did he not realize that everything she did was for him? Was he so daft as to think that she would actually leave him? She had gone to save him and for what? For another broken heart.

When she smelled him on Alice, there was no mistaking in their activities. The scent was too strong to be anything else other than intimacy. He had really moved on . . . and to a filthy harlot, no less! She ground her teeth in fury, rubbing her finger against the ring upon it. She didn't know why she still wore it. As fuel, she supposed. It obviously belonged more to Alice, whom she had ditched a while ago. After all, she and Ben were already acting as if they were married. He had made a promise to her to always love her . . . just like Jacques . . . Just another lie . . .

As her feet led her closer to the Rebellion, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the madness, nearly unable to see through the black that clogged her eyes. There was no sapphire any longer, for the onyx had taken complete control over her innards. She wore black lipstick that she had found in a destroyed building giving her the look of death. Her ratty black dress strengthened that look, no matter how conservative the clothing really was. It revealed her milky arms and legs, showed a minuscule amount of cleavage and yet she was not trying to show anything. She was barefoot, her pale feet making no sound on the desert ground beneath her feet. Her black eyes shot up in the direction of the guards' tower and she smiled dazzlingly towards them. Some came closer to her to examine her, obviously realizing that it was Catalina. She kept the smile on her face, careful to give off a sense of kindness, which was hard to do. But, she knew the guards were stupid. Backing off, they allowed her entry, knowing not to mess with her. She was the Second in Command, after all. At least, she used to be.

As she stepped through the Archway, she smelt familiar scents waft through her nose. Her eyes locked into the direction of Ben, and she grinned wickedly as she headed in that direction. Moving with a swiftness, she guided herself into the tent she knew to be his, surprised that Reema was there, sleeping in the bed with him. A slight rip tore through her chest but she merely stood there in the darkness of the tent, her figure daunting in the night. With a soft whisper that could have chilled the bravest creature, she whispered, "Ben . . . Did you miss me?"

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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heyyy. this application was made by salinaa! of caution 2.0.
don't steal or she'll come to you in the middle of the night and
own you up with her mad ninja skillz. word up, fo shizzle drizzle.
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go crazy, yo. specifics are nice, but no two-page long histories.
be creative! oh, and please, don't forget: have fun! that is, after
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Accepted!
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