ABERCROMBIE, ansley renee

[ansley renee abercrombie]

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Ansley Renee Abercrombie



PLAY BY: Erika Altosaar

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THE BASICS ,

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NICKNAMES: Anes
AGE: 16
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: 6th
BLOOD STATUS: pure
ALLIANCE: nuetral
WEALTH STATUS: rich
SEXUALITY: straight
PATRONUS: Doe
BOGGART: not doing something worth living for.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Happiness .

THE PERSONALITY ,

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Ansley was always a little out there when it came to her personality. She was never one to follow the crowds and is considered a true individual. A black sheep of the family if there ever was one. Anyone who saw her could tell she wasn’t like the rest of her family. Don’t get me wrong she’s close to all her siblings despite the various age differences.

Ansley has yet to know what she wants to do with her life but she figures that she has the rest of her life to figure that out unless she dies before that happens. She’s quit the free spirit, Ansley is. She’s not a morbid person, actually quite the opposite, and she’s pretty much a happy go lucky person and lives life as it comes at her. Her worst fear is dying without doing something worth living for. She wants to grow up to be something great, and to die when she’s on the brink of reaching her goal in life is what scares her most in life.

Ansley is definitely a go getter, and will never shy away from a challenge. When she sees something she wants, she will stop at nothing to get it. NOTHING!!! She is big on honesty. She tells it like it is, and what’s on her mind, and rarely keeps secrets from people. It’s not that she doesn’t know how to lie, because she does, she just doesn’t see the point in it. She loves a good confrontation, and never shies away from an argument especially when it comes to defending her brother. She’s not a big animal from, but loves being outdoors and will do whatever it takes to preserve its beauty. She recycles and tries to get her family to recycle. (Big Fail There!) She doesn’t eat meat, not because she cares about animals, but because she doesn’t see the point in mindless killings.

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THE HISTORY ,

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MOTHER:Victoria Devereux, 42, housewife, (dead)
FATHER:Sebastian Abercrombie, 47, businessman, death eater
SIBLINGS:
Sebastian Ulysses Abercrombie IV, 17
Daniel Quincy Abercrombie, 16
Paxton Eugene Abercrombie, 15
Theodore Grayson Abercrombie, 15
Morgan Rebecca Abercrombie, 14
Morgan Rebecca Abercrombie, 14
OTHER RELATIVES:none
PETS:
a bird named Holly
3 dogs named Geco, Kujo, Ross
2 cats named Bliss and Honey
a bunny named Greta
HISTORY:
Born to one of the most powerful death eaters of the modern era, Ansley’s family has a long history of mistakes and great success. Cut off for marrying beneath his wealth status, Ansley’s father, Sebastian Ulysses Abercrombie III, and her mother Victoria Devereux, went off to find their own fortune quickly finding it, plus with added element of the dark side on their side, they dominate in power. Her parents gave birth to their first child, Sebastian Ulysses Abercrombie IV, a year later. A year after that on February 27, she was born. By the time of her birth her father was starting to spend less and less time with his family and more time at work. Despite this her father still found the time to impregnate his wife two more times, first with their son Paxton and then again with their daughter Morgan a year later. She was the last child her parents had together.

The year Morgan was born, her mother’s best friend Charlotte Bennett and her husband died in a tragic accident leaving behind her 3 kids. Victoria felt absolutely terrible about this and took in the children, Daniel (Dane), Theodore (Gray), and Willow, adopting them and raising them as her own. For a year or so the Abercrombies were living the American dream, but then tragedy struck. Ansley was 3 almost 4 when her mother died. Her mother was never particularly healthy individual and when she came down with pneumonia, the family knew it was the end. She passed away mire days after acquiring the disease. Her father deeply in love with her mother drew away from the family after her death, forcing her older brother Sebastian to take on the task of raising his siblings. The nannies and the maids helped but Seb felt it was his personal responsibility, so she helped out taking on the task of their sisters Morgan and Willow. They worked well together and their siblings turned out fairly well rounded individuals. Most people including most of her family think she will grow to follow the family tradition. At the moment she has no idea which side she’s leaning towards.


Sometime she hates coming from a big family, but she wouldn’t trade her life for anything. Okay, maybe she wished that her mom was still alive, and that her dad was different, but she’s a realist and is not one to wish for something that’s impossible. When she and her adopted brother Dane got their letters, she high tailed it out of there, eager to get away from the drama that was her family. She was kind of surprised to find herself sorted into Gryffindor. She was the first blood Abercrombie not sorted into Slytherin in 5 generations. Her brother Dane was sorted in Ravenclaw.

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THE PLAYER ,

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OOC NAME: Erica
AGE: 18
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet, but i think i may create a few of her siblings.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
“A paper cut huh? Ouch.” He was no stranger to pain, like the time he had broken his arm in three different places after his brother Cameron accidently pushed him from a tree in the woods by his house. There was the time he and his younger brother Mason were wrestling and he ended up having to get sixteen stitches on his arm. Then there was also the time he and his twin sister Cayden were racing bikes, and he ran into that wall, breaking his arm in another four different places. Now that he thought about it…he and his arm had never had the best relationship, it had a tendency of getting hurt or broken. He had had countless bruise, broken a number of bones, and got a multitude of stitches in his lifetime yet, he still shuddered at the thought of a paper cut. A smile graced his lips as she asked if she knew him, “I’m sure you’ve probably seen me walking around here at some point,” He said in response.

Devon! That was her name. Aiden knew it was something along those lines and he had definitely seen her around before. Oh the stories he had about this girl. From what he had heard she was quite the wild child. Full of fun, and good times. Yet he had never spoken to her. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to, and he couldn’t say that he hadn’t had plenty of chances, because he had. He just had never built up the courage to drag himself over to talk to him. “I’m Aiden.” A chuckle escaped his lips, when she said that the charcoal on her fingers made it impossible to shake his hand, “it’s cool,” he said. They both were quiet for a few seconds, him awkwardly standing in front of her, and her humming a song. Beatles, if he wasn’t mistaken.

Her voice broke through his thoughts, “uh… yeah, I’m from the United States, South Carolina to be exact.” A lot of people hated the south, but loved it, everything about it. The slow pace, the warm atmosphere, the open space, everything, it was just home. He missed his home sometimes, most of the time sometimes, but he wouldn’t leave if he had chance. He loved it here too much plus his home was tainted with a memory he wouldn’t care to relive again. He shook his head to quickly clear his thoughts. He let his eyes roam around the quad, and the activity going around it, before letting his attention go back to the girl in front of him. She was pretty, he thought another reason she had piqued his interest in the first place. She didn’t have the conventional beauty, it was slightly awkward, and a little childlike, but it worked for her. She wasn’t dressed, like a lot of the girls in the school. He wasn’t complaining, because well… it showed originality, which sadly was lacking in school, even if it was an art school.

It wasn’t until she had asked him if he had somewhere he needed to be that Aiden realized he had been staring, almost rudely at her. Embarrassed he dropped his eyes to the ground below him, he shook his head at her question, “Nah, I don’t have anywhere I have to at this exact moment, and my next class isn’t for another 2 and a half hours.” He watched as Devon stood up, and the felt a small bubble of happiness grow in side of him as smiled at him and deflated slightly when it went away. His eyes followed the page as it ripped from the notebook she was holding, before returning his attention back to Devon. She was knocking on her forehead three times, with a slightly frustrated look on her face. He raised an eyebrow at her antics, a little curious, and a tiny bit amused. The amused part of him quickly evaporated when she began to speak. There was an annoyed tone to her voice, and he wasn’t sure if he was the cause of it or not. Aiden was torn in a moment of indecision. Should he follow her to a different part of the quad or should he stay? She did invite him to go with her after all. But she could have done it just to be nice. He hoped it wasn’t that. He really did want to keep talking to her, that and he wasn’t sure he could build up the courage to talk to her again. He weighed his options in his head a few moments longer before nodding his head yes. A particularly loud, obnoxious group of people walked by confirming that he had in fact made the right decision. Giving her a mock bow, and a charming smile, he gave her his answer, “Lead the way.”

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