Name: Alice
Age: 13
Country: Wales

Character Info.:

Name: Aliceabella Montiego Alucard
Nicknames: Allybella
Age: 16
Year: Sixth
Blood: Muggle born
House: Ravenclaw
Affiliations: N/A
Subjects at Hogwarts: Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy
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Disabilities or Handicaps: none
Mental State: Slightly paranoid
Boggart: Seeing herself being tortured due to her pyrokinetic abilities
Personality Quirks: Extremly stubbourn
Likes: Singing, drawing, dancing, talking to those she likes
Dislikes: People who think they're better than others because they're pure bloods
Hopes/Goals: To find out why she's a pyrokinetic and help her little brother
Other Info: Pyrokinetic abilities, tries to hide them because she's afraid of what people'll think
General Appearance: pretty, wears makeup to make her look paler
Height: 5'3
Eyes: dark brown, can be confused for black
Hair: brushes her should blades, black, wild
Complexion: pale as snow
Marks or scars: self harming scars on her wrist.

Parents: Tamara and Marcus Montiego (dead)
Siblings: Vladislaus Montiego (younger brother)


SAMPLE POST
Aliceabella sang softly to herself in Hungarian as she danced across the room, black hair shining in the moonlight. Her younger brother Vlad watched happily, nose running from the cold he was suffering from.
“When do you have to back to school?” The six year old asked his sister.
Aliceabella checked her watch and gasped, “Now! I’ve lost track of time, sorry Vladdy.” She kissed her brother on the forehead before slipping on her travelling cloak and heading out of the door into the bitter snow. It was a half hour walk back to school; if she hurried she should make the next lesson. If not, she’d have to explain she’d been visiting her ill brother again. They wouldn’t like it, but they’d have to accept it. Vlad was just getting over a serious illness and Aliceabella was the only one he trusted to let her give him the medicine. He had foster parents, but he didn’t trust them at all. Aliceabella didn’t blame him.
She tucked her thick black hair behind her ears and carried on walking, squealing in surprise as her foot sank into a pile of knee deep snow. Silently she checked if anyone else was around before melting the snow and carrying on her way.


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