DARLING, rynn mercedes

[rynn mercedes darling]

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Rynn Mercedes Darling



PLAY BY: olivia wilde

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Just call her Rynn, call her anything else like "ree-ree" and she'll punch you in the face.
AGE: Seventeen
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: Seventh
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
ALLIANCE: Death Eater
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
PATRONUS: Fox.
BOGGART: That all the goodness that's hiding in the world will bring the Dark Lord down.
MIRROR OF ERISED: She dreams of being second in command to the new Dark Lord and intends to have lots of power. Oh yes, lots of it.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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LIKES:

• eyeliner
  
• black nailpolish
  
• making others suffer
  
• boys
  
• girls
  
• drugs
  
• sex
  
• willpower
  
• transfiguration
  
• potions
  
• manipulation

DISLIKES:

• her family
  
• people
  
• quidditch
  
• lies
  
• the giant squid
  
• the ministry of magic
  
• most slytherins
  
• authority figures
  
• greed
  
• gluttony

STRENGTHS:

• persuasion
  
• manipulation of those weaker than her
  
• performing spells
  
• duelling
  
• pleasing either gender
  
• courageous
  
• smart

WEAKNESSES:

• empathy
  
• sympathy
  
• poetry
  
• painting
  
• changing her sister

OVERALL: “right, hi. not really sure what the fuck you really want from me. i mean, how do you describe someone's personality? it can't be summed up in a couple of words. every person is unique and individual---wait, scratch that. there are clones of the same person everywhere. maybe not by dna standards, but by fashion and style choice, hell yeah. everyone in the muggle world seems to always wear the same style as everyone else, no one seems to want to step out. it's as if everyone is afraid that if they step out of their comfort box, they might explode or some shit. that wouldn't happen, obviously, but every human in the world is a pussy. even me, sometimes, i admit. we're all so scared of speaking the truth, that when it slips out, everyone is caught so unexpectedly that they all hyperventilate and the room runs out of air. okay, maybe that's a little drastic, but that's a good enough picture, right?

i can be a bit silly and goofy sometimes, surprisingly. you just have to catch me in the right mood. i don‘t fit well with people and i tend to shy away from group gatherings, unless it‘s a party because i mean, who doesn‘t love a party? i am also a very caring person when i want to be and i will trust you until you give me reason not to, though my trust is very wary at the beginning anyway. i don‘t make friends easily mainly because i hate talking and i don‘t know what to say upon getting into a conversation. however, if i‘m really drawn to someone, the words will just come naturally. it‘s rare for me to choke on words or become speechless, unless i choose to do so of course. however, this is me, whoever that is. take it or leave it. just don‘t mind fuck me.

i'm pretty stubborn when it comes down to it and i don't take 'no' for an answer. i get what i want, when i want it and that's how it's always been. or at least, since recently. i'm not really the most optimistic person in the world, as if you couldn't tell already. i don't believe in god or any of that supernatural bullshit, except for maybe ghosts. i definitely believe in those. i'm kind and caring when i want to be, especially when it comes to those friends that i cherish above all others. i can be a bitch, as well, and if you so much as look at any of my friends funny, i will rip your face off and curse you into next week, got it?"

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER: Lilian Darling (surname Cooke)
FATHER: Jack Darling
SIBLINGS: Loren Darling
OTHER RELATIVES: N/A
PETS: An owl named Beatrice
HISTORY:
"as for my childhood history, it's really not all that important. my dear sister was born a year before me and my parents doted on her like there was no tomorrow. when i came into the picture, they tried to treat us as equally as possible, but my dad's drinking destroyed everything. he started hitting the bottle since...well, i don't really remember when he started, but he's been drinking since i can remember. i forget the reasoning behind his drinking, but i'm pretty sure it's all the stress with the dark lord and that whole gang. i don't care what the percussions are, i will become more powerful than my dad ever was.

anyway, back to who i am, whoever that is. i grew up learning magic, basically, and my dad's been squashing the dark lord shit in my face, which i've been eating up since i was about five. sure, the whole "pureblood/mudblood" bit is complete bullocks, but the rest of it is completely fascinating. i first started showing signs of magic at the age of six when i was able to open the door of a closet that my dad trapped me in for disobeying him. see, my sister had told him that i had done some juvenial thing and he had believed her, seeing as how she was his pride and joy, not me. i was so dismantled and upset that banging at the door did no damage and before i knew what was happening, the door knob rattled and the door opened slowly. i peeked around to see if my father was anywhere in sight, which he thankfully wasn't, and stole to the kitchen, where i lounged and ate snacks all night. luckily, my dad never found out and i was able to sneak back into the closet and lock the door behind me.

my sister hadn't changed since and we continued to butt heads all through our childhood. before long, my sister's eleventh birthday turned up and she received a letter to hogwarts. i remember feeling jealous that she was going to hogwarts before me. my parents had told me after i started showing signs of magic that one day i'd get to go off to one of the best magical schools ever, a.k.a. hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. i was so excited, i couldn't wait to start there. i saw my sister off on the train, albeit reluctantly, and waited in anticipation for my turn to go to school.

finally, my turn came. i had been packed for school for about a month before i was supposed to go. my parents saw their last child off on the train and i was rushed into the wizarding world at full blast and was sorted into slytherin, but i honestly wasn't surprised. my entire family had been sorted into slytherin, who was i to change that legacy. as time progressed, i realized i was making more enemies than friends but i could honestly care less. upon arriving, i just wanted to get through my schooling years in one piece. all i could think about was that at the end of my seventh year, i'd get the dark mark tattooed on my arm and would finally be able to fight alongside the dark lord and fight against all the ridiculousness in the world. that time will come soon and you better believe i can hardly wait."

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: effie
AGE: nineteen
OTHER CHARACTERS: none on this site, but plenty of others on other sites.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Silence, something so rare and rewarding while in this shithole they call a hospital. Avery couldn’t remember the last time she didn’t hear the screams resounding off the walls or the retched sounds of someone taking a huge shit and eating their own excrements. She rolled her eyes at the thought and groaned in disgust. She was glad she wasn’t as bat shit crazy as the dipshits she was forced to share a ward with. Course, not all of them were bad, like Krystal, but still, the fact remained that even when someone was crazy, they still had the same emotions of disgust and rage towards those who had no control over what they did. Or rather, the person did have control, they were just too out of their mind to know right from wrong. She sighed, shaking her head. How bored she had grown with thinking, especially her own thoughts which only consisted of negativity and horror. Oh, c’mon, V. You know you love it when I show you those images. It makes you feel alive doesn’t it?

[/b] The familiar voice resounded in her head and she scoffed, deciding not to say a word. She was tired of Liam’s antics and was definitely in no mood for them.

Aww, you don’t want to talk to me?[/b] This remark was met with a glare, but still, she held strong and resisted the urge to retort back. She was tired of arguing, especially with herself. Every day it was an ongoing battle that she knew she would never beat. She was stuck, lost in this infinite world she called her mind. Days strung together and she wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t. She knew she had lost her mind long ago and reality was nowhere to be found, but she needed something to hold onto. Something to grasp so that she wouldn’t be forever lost in her own head. She was nothing but a mere puppet in a master’s world, an egg on a hot sidewalk. She would melt before justice was ever served and she knew nobody could save her from herself.

A deafening scream awakened her from her thoughts and she glanced to her right. The cell contained a boy who looked horror stricken, a mouth piece covering his lips, and Avery watched in curiosity. Of course it was normal for patients to scream but there was something interesting about this boy that drew her attention to him. She smirked slightly as she saw the guards chuckle before returning their attention to the card game that lay on the table before them. It was normal for the guards to pay no attention to high risk patients, sure they’ll lay their life on the line for some unholy low risk patient, but when it came to the murdering fools in here, they didn’t break a sweat. She supposed she couldn’t really blame them, especially since half the time, high risk patients tried to trick the guards into believing they were sick and once the guard opened the door, they tried to escape. This was a normal every day occurrence and you could believe Avery had tried, but to no avail.

She brought her attention back to the boy, though, and her usual smirk adorned her beautiful features as she watched a look of fear wash over the blonde’s face. She wondered what it was he was seeing and why it frightened him so and she would’ve asked but never got the chance since he had screamed again and vomit spewed from his mouth. She wrinkled her nose slightly in disgust, Not as bad as shit, I suppose, she thought dryly as she watched the guards actually scurry now to get to the dirty cell. They peeked through the peek hole, which was smart on their part for who knew, maybe the kid was trying to escape too? Course, who wasn’t trying to if they were in this place? Her dark eyes latched onto the scene before her, watching the boy who was now curled up and covered in his own vomit. How she loved excitement, it was all she had when she was in this place. She strained her ears, trying to hear exactly what the guards were saying and snickered quietly at hearing he had pissed himself. Must’ve been some scary ass hallucination, she thought to herself, shrugging. She had seen some pretty bad things but who was she to judge another person’s pain? Eventually one of the guards ran off to tell the nurse what had happened and she sighed as she watched the boy be taken away. Well, there went her excitement for the day, now what was she to do?

She spent the next hour just staring ahead of her, growing tired of the thoughts circling around her head and wishing she could just end it right now. Her curiosity was once more awakened as she heard some commotion and the boy from before was dragged back inside his cell, dressed in a new pair of garments, and shoved into the corner. He looked completely doped up and out of it, she wondered what they gave him. She wasn’t sure why the nurses always felt the need to give them medicine to stop their racing thoughts, why they felt it necessary to always have the patients’ minds sedated at all times. She growled in disapproval before latching her dark eyes onto the boy again. She grinned, almost evilly, before pounding on the glass, which the guards ignored of course, trying to wake the boy up. “They took for granted your soul, they’re stealing you away. Don’t let them get away with it.”[/color] A smirk broke across her features as she watched him, waiting. Waiting for a response, waiting for communication. Normally she didn’t start conversations with people, but this kid had something different about him. Something that intrigued her. How she wanted to learn more about him, learn how he had killed his victims, learn what he had felt when he brutally killed whoever he had killed. Perhaps he had been happy once when the blood ran through his fingers, that’s all she could hope for.
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( TAGS ) dannyboy<3
( WORDS ) 1032
( OUTFIT ) too lazy, lol
( LYRICS ) adelitas way - scream.
( MUSIC ) one republic - made for you
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