HAMILTON, swaiva valerie

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Swaiva Valerie Hamilton



PLAY BY:Ashley Greene

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Just Swaiva
AGE: 16 years
HOUSE: Slytherin
YEAR: 6^th
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
ALLIANCE: Death Eater
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy
SEXUALITY: Straight
PATRONUS: Sparrow
BOGGART: The fall of the Dark Arts
MIRROR OF ERISED: The usual, taking over the world and stuff, being second in command to the dark lord, it changes from time to time.

THE PERSONALITY ,

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Swaiva has always had very high self esteem. She has always thought of herself as superior to muggles and muggle borns.She really can't stand the idea of having to mix with them, therefor she is very good at blocking them out, hardly seeing or hearing them once she doesn't want to. She looks down on them as if they are nothing more than something disgusting on the bottom of her shoe. She can and will hurt them in any way if she gets the chance to. She is intent on pleasing her parents and the dark lord. It is something of a hobby; sport.

She is very much aware of the fact that she is good looking. She plays up to it, using it against her enemies. She likes to be noticed and to have everybody looking at her, and she gets them to, one way or another. She has no problem with causing pain, drawing blood, and ultimately killing. Emotion is a very small part of her soul, usually locked up and controlled at all costs. She trusts nobody at all. Love is a very foreign concept to her. She does not have friends, merely allies.

She is extremely respectful of those she chooses to respect. She is willing to do anything at all. She becomes obsessed easily. Any task, no matter how small, must be completed. Especially with tasks given by her parents or death eaters, which are basically the same thing. She has a lust for being evil. It excites her, it is the only thing in this world that thrills her. She cannot see a life without it. She doesn't know how to be anything but it.

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER: Valerie Carmen Hamilton
FATHER: Caterus Robert Hamilton
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER RELATIVES: none
PETS: Horned Owl-Sarkin
HISTORY:
Her mind was contaminated with dark thoughts only a few years after she was born in London. Her parents told never uttered a single word of love to her, she was punished when she questioned their ways when she asked them why they suddenly have to leave and only return hours later. They told her that one day she would know. She became hard, obeying without question, never asking for explanations. Her parents let her know exactly what and who she was by the time she was old enough to understand what they were talking about. She liked the idea of magic, and even more the idea of dark magic.

When she was seven she showed her first sign of present magic. She would sit in a room for hours on end, making things float around, practicing. Her parents didn't care of course. They let her do as she pleased. Sometimes her father would amuse her by torturing insects with the crusiatus curse, and then killing them. It only made her laugh. She wanted to know how. But of course an eight year old girl could never perform such a complicated spell. Or so they thought.

She watched her father carefully, taking in whatever he did. She learnt the word, the wand movement, even down to the expression on her fathers face. She wanted to know. She was obsessed. So it was one very dark night, her parents were asleep. Her father had come home late and left his wand in his traveling robes. It was easy to take it. She took it to the room where her father kept all sorts of strange things in jars. She had learnt not to ask. But one of them held live spiders.

She took one happily, never scared by such things, she had been led to believe everything should fear her. She sat there, wand resting in her palm. She flicked it, said the word and thought of nothing but what she wanted again. The spider began to twitch, only slightly at first, then more and soon it was writhing in pain. It had been a long time, a smile set firmly to her face, a wild gleam in her eye. She would have never noticed. Her father stood in the door way. She was terrified. He would punish her worse than ever surely. But... no. He was smiling at her. A proud smile. And again, Swaiva did not ask why.

Some years later, she received the expected letter from Hogwarts. She was delighted. Her mother took her to Diagon alley for the first time then, when she was eleven years old. She was already beautiful. With an exquisite elfin soft of face. Delicate and perfect. People noticed. She liked that. She liked the attention. Her mother too, loved the fact that her daughter was as lovely as she was. She bragged about it non-stop. To her friends, passers by... So, they went to Diagon Alley, her mother kept stopping to talk to people in whispers. They got what they needed. All her brand new school books, robes, and then her Horned Owl Sarkin.

They left the wand till last. That took a long time. Swaiva almost began to think that maybe she wouldn't get a wand after all. But eventually they did find one that liked her. Unicorn hair core, holly, nice and flexible. As a little girl she was ready to squeal with excitement. Then it was time to go to Hogwarts. She wasn't nervous about making friends. She just knew she would. And of course she ended up being very interested in by many children.

When the train stopped at Hogwarts, they made their way there over the lake. It was all so strange and wonderful to her. When she was called to be sorted, the hat barely touched her head before yelling "SLYTHERIN!". She had no problem with that. She spent her time at Hogwarts terrorizing muggle borns. Teachers simply pretended not to notice... Plus she was always a top student without really trying. Besides her evil nature, she had incredible intellect. Now she heads into her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Swish
AGE: 14 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
She was getting dressed frantically. Excitment flooding through her in her very blood. She tugged on her purple and green plaid shirt, some beige riding pants and her western style boots. She glanced at her messy bed and shrugged. She would do it later. One look at her alarm clock told her that it would still be hours before her parents stirred. 4:42, it read. She needed to see the mustang. The new boy. She had heard his name was Little Critter. But he was anything but small. He was a huge grey horse, very high strung.

She would have to work hard with him. And in secret too... She giggled a little. She began plaiting her hair carelessly. No makeup, what use would it be if she had her face ploughed into the ground. That was another thing about her. She was scared to get bucked off. Her mother sometimes said she might have a career in the rodeo. She had to get going now. She grabbed her canvass bag containing her riding gloves and helmet. She probably wouldn't get on him that day, but she could get him used to the idea so long.

She tip toed, apparently unnoticed out the front door. She began running forwards, towards the distant stables. She realized now that she was hungry. No, she could eat later. She only had about two hours now. She jumped the white wooden fence of the ranch with great ease and began walking soundlessly towards the stall she knew they kept him in... Little Critter. She rounded the wall and walked up to him, but not too close. Gosh, he really was beautiful. And soon he was going to be a calm wonderful horse...
(Sorry it's kind of... terrible)

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