Welcome to The Mischief Within!

About You

Name: Erin, E-Chan.
Age: Fifteen.
What other Characters do you play? (if any): Alexander Michaels.
Role Playing Experience: TOO MUCH.

Character Info

Name: Arcrea Marie Glens.
Icon: (Posted Image)
Nicknames: Arc.
Gender: Vaginker.:3
Age: Sixteen.
Canon/Original: Original.
House: Slytherin.
Bloodline: Half blood.

Basics

Hair: The girl’s hair is long and pitch black. It’s layered and chop-cut, and comes down to a little bit past the center of her back. She takes great pride in her hair, and is often seen in the common room primping and styling it in the mirror. It takes quite a bit of gel and hairspray to get it to do exactly what she wants, but it usually bends to her every whim.
Eyes: Arc’s eyes are a bright crystal blue, and are framed by average length lashes. She’s also rather intent on making her eyes look different, exotic and beautiful. Usually she’ll use makeup to make them nice and smoky with a hint of color.
Description (other details):
Arcrea stands at a whopping [hear that? That’s sarcasm.] 5’1’’. She’s rather short for her personality. But we’ll get to that later. She has a really slim build, which almost makes her look like she has an eating disorder, and people tend to question her about it. Her skin is pale, and it compliments the ebony color of her hair. It evens everything out. During the times she isn’t in class, where she doesn’t have to wear her robes, she tends to dress like any girl with a strange personality. Pants with straight leg and many rips. Light or dark wash. (Truthfully, she has fun mixing up her outfits.) And then a graphic shirt for poking fun at random things. An example would be her tee that states, “Li’l Musings:
Shin: The best tool for finding furniture in the dark.”

Personality
Please list!

Fears(5+):
+_ Bugs.
+_ Big dogs.
+_ Getting cut.
+_ Her father.
+_ Falling in love.
Likes(10+):
+_ Boys.
+_ Defense Against the Dark Arts.
+_ Transfiguration.
+_ Her hair and eyes.
+_ Gay men.
+_ Candy.
+_ Drawing.
+_ Writing.
+_ Cats.
+_ Giraffes.
+_ Ferrets.
+_ Dancing.
+_ Quidditch.
+_ Anime.
+_ Manga.
+_ Pastries.
+_ Hard music.
Dislikes(10+):
+_ Most guys.
+_ Womanizers.
+_ Girls in a sexual manner.
+_ Country music.
+_ Going on cheesey dates.
+_ People trying to buy her affection.
+_ Breaking up in letters or howlers.
+_ Fake people.
+_ Druggies.
+_ People who actually deeply hate people for stupid reasons.
+_ Most muggle things. [Not people. Items.]
+_ “Paris Hilton” dogs. (Yes, I know Paris Hilton isn’t alive yet in this era, but she’s the only one I could think of to explain the dog.)
+_ Short handed writing.
+_ Long boring relationships.
+_ Running on treadmills.
+_ REALLY long games of Quidditch.
Background

Parents: Aelexia [Nee] Virum, Glens. Darekk Glens.
Anamaria Nurban, Christoffer Nurban. [Foster family].
Siblings: N/A.
History:
Arcrea was born into an inadequate family. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to be close to her. It was just that when she was born into the world, the parents weren’t expecting what came next. When Darekk came out that he was a wizard, Aelexia was already six months pregnant with their baby daughter. She told him she would then have the child aborted, and the man would have nothing of it. He kept crying out to her, wanting some way for her to keep the child he helped create. Finally, she agreed to keep the child. Nonetheless, she began to hate him for what he was, and soon enough, convinced him to hate him for who he was as well. She hated the child inside of her, and every time she had the chance, she would stumble into something to try and damage or kill the unborn infant. Finally, there was a way for Darekk to completely receive the message from Aelexia that she would keep the baby. She was the one who found out about the Death Eaters to begin with. She told him about them, and convinced him into thinking that was the only way he could redeem himself and become a better person. That evening, he went to the Dark Lord and pledged his allegiance. That same evening, Arcrea was born.

A few days after her birth, Arcrea was beginning to show signs of a magic user. Just little things. Aelexia kept pointing them out, while her husband claimed it was just coincidence, afraid that she would send their daughter off to adoption. Finally, on her first birthday, somehow, she managed to blow the candle out just by staring at it. It was then, that her mother comletely blew her lid. She got Arcrea in her car seat, and began to drive like a mental case. Dodging cars by inches. The one year old was in the back, screaming her head off as her mom blared Elton John loud enough that ten cars ahead could hear. That of course got her pulled over as soon as the cops could get her attention with three cars. Once they saw the screaming baby in the back seat, they cuffed Aelexia, and took the child back to her father. He of course freaked out, and the police gave him a few options.

The best thing he had to offer was adoption. The only issue was that she may end up in the adoption home for many years, so of course, Darekk turned that down outright. They offered him a possible divorce from his wife, and he could ask for custody. The man didn’t like that. He knew once Aelexia got out of prison, she would immediately go to find himself and his daughter. That was out of the question. The only other option the cop gave him, was foster care. At first, Dar thought that there had to be something, anything better than that. Of course, it was the best out of three options. And even though it pained the wizard deeply, and still does to this day, the cops took the baby girl to the foster home, where she was passed to a friendly magic German family.

Life from then on, was nearly perfect for her. She was taught all things most pureblood girls would be brought up to know. That Muggles had no place in the world, and she was superior. However, they also told her that she didn’t have to believe them. And secretly, she didn’t. Nonetheless, they had taught her that it was the proper way to act around people. So of course, with that in mind, the first day she learned of Hogwarts, she began to practice conversation topics. When she arrived on the train, she began to speak of how Muggles were so different from her. They couldn’t be in the right. There were a few who agreed. And a few who strongly, strongly disagreed. However, that was how she was raised to believe muggles to be. So what was the problem, right? She grew easily from then, staying stubborn and ill informed about anything she didn’t decide she wanted to really know about.


Sample RP:
"Holy mother Mary." Alan murmured in irritance as he fled around his apartment to find anything that could be useful to the project that was due in two days. He had found an unopened package of twenty Sharpies, a few boards of colored posterboard, and some glue... What they were going to need glue for, the blonde was unsure. But none the less he shoved it in a plastic bag along with the Sharpies to keep them safe from the wetness of the rain outside his window. The posterboard was covered with Seran wrap to keep the paper of it dry when Al had to walk over to Duncan's. It really sucked, however, because the rain was beginning to pour faster and harder, the large rain drops beginning to make hard indentations on the dirt outside. It wouldn't be fun to wander to his friend's home to work on the project with Chase...

Chase... Alan couldn't help feeling that the boy was still rather hostile with him. Although he really couldn't blame the boy, due to the fact that the blonde had gone a bit out of bounds. But the other should've known it didn't mean anything. Al was just screwing around... Or more or less he was trying to make a point. But either way, it was irritating to know that he was going to be paired with the guy that really didn't like him, at all. The odd idea that they were even paired up was crazy. Alan was the type that would retain himself in the back of the class, where he could basically just doodle, and if he didn't understand an assignment, he could blame it on the teacher not speaking loud enough. Although he was the type that would get assignments done as best as he could, he was too proud to admit that he had misheard, or not understood a point in the lectures that had instructions embedded in them for a project.

However, the point was that he couldn't believe that in their class of over two hundred, he was paired with THEE Chase York. How could fate be so undeniably cruel? Well, to Alan it wasn't cruel. It just gave him time to screw around with the other boy some more. Although under the circumstances, he probably shouldn't mess with the guy too much... The grade really was held in his hands. Sort of. The blonde was going to help. He was often told that he was a project hog, so really, all Chase had to do was sabotage his part of the project... And boom. A failing grade for the both of them. But the brunette wouldn't do that, as it would affect his grade as well... Or would he?

"Gar... Goddamnit..." Alan stuffed the plastic bag with the glue and Sharpies into his backpack which hung by his side, and stuck the posterboard under his arm. Moments before, he duct taped the open holes on his Converse shut, and donned a thick lime green hoodie with 'DC' labeled on the front. That happened to be from when he had gone to Washington DC with his middle school class in Indiana. With a sigh, he patted Bree's head with a free hand, and turned to exit his apartment.

"Ughh..." Once he was finally out in the open, he tipped his head up to view the sky. The rain was pouring thicker and harder than it had been the last time he looked out his window, which annoyed him and caused him to tip his head down so he could see his shoes and the pavement he was walking on. He had the two hours to walk, as he said that he would be there around five thirty or six, and he hoped that he could make the five mile trip in that time. Alan didn't need Chase all annoyed with him before they even got started. And then... Then the blonde stopped in his tracks. The night at The Spot... The crossdressing... Al's wide blue eyes started at his imobile feet as he emitted a soft whimper.

"Oh dear God..." he murmured to himself softly as he began to walk again. "Just... Think of your answers before you say anything..." he coached himself quietly as he attempted to calm his rapidly beating heart. By the time Alan reached the penthouses that Duncan lived in, he was soaked to the core and shivering like mad. The blonde walked up to the valet guy, and told him he was there to do a project with Duncan Reiling's roomate. With a suspicious glare, the valet decided he needed to search Al's side bag, and snatched it from him. When the guy noticed that the only things that were in there were glue and Sharpies, he let Al past him into the penthouses, which was pretty much stupid because he couldn't get into Duncan's quarters without a card thing. The blonde wandered up to the door and pounded his fist on it. He was freezing, tired from walking, and soaked from head to toe.

"Chase! Duncan!" he cried out, his breath coming in quick gasps due to the fact that he was uber tired and after the fourth mile it was just painful on his feet. He wouldn't be surprised if his feet were dotted with blisters, thanks to the water that still managed to leak into his shoes even though he had duct taped the holes shut. The blonde's hand slid from where he was knocking to back by his side, and his forehead rested on the door in exhaustion.

Accepted!