Alessandra Clarks

[Alessandra Clarks]

Full Name: Alessandra Gabrielle Clarks

Nickname/s: Ale, Sandra, Lessie, Sandy (the last one is only used by her brother)

Age: 15

Blood: Half-blood

Gender: Female

Loyalty: Neutral, for the moment.

Favorite Subject/s: Charms

Wand: 10 inches, redwood, dragon heart string core, reasonably springy

Personality: Alessandra is the type of person who appreciates irony. She is sarcastic, her remarks usually biting and hurtful, though, in her mind, she has tricked herself to think that it is with good intentions that she says her comments. But then, that is rather how the Clarks family thinks. Ale sees the world as a glass half-empty, preferring to see things with a touch of tragedy rather than a touch of happiness. Beneath her sarcasm there is sophistication, perhaps from her mother, perhaps from her brother. She tries to maintain her cool at all times, though it finds hard to do as time goes on: Alessandra is quick-tempered, as explosive as a firework, someone who will keep blowing off until the flame finally dies out.

To the world, she is a hurtful, say-it-as-it-is type of girl, a cow with no feelings, besides those she might hold for her family and her closest friends; to her friends, she is blunt, completely straightforward and perhaps even a tad...sweet? No, utter nonsense! She is no Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, who wear their hearts on their sleeves, showing the world their strengths and their weaknesses, ready to have their peers destroy and praise them at a moment's notice. Her moments of sympathy are somewhat regular, when she simply drops her cool exterior and manages to open up, like a clam with a pearl inside.

Sandra is not the nicest girl nor is she the meanest one, but she does manage to stick to her own opinions. And perhaps her ability to trust in those she believes in is her best, and perhaps her worst, quality. Gain Alessandra's trust and you have a steadfast friend, though she might trust her heart over her head when you have wronged her. Oh no, she won't become dependent of you. Hardly! She is her own person, an independent individual who is simply glad to have someone's shoulder she can rest on when she grows weary of tackling the world.

History: The younger of two siblings, Alessandra is the only girl born to Timothy and Samantha Clarks. She was born early in the morning of the nineteenth of May, becoming the younger sister of Robert James, who was only five years older than her. As time went on, Alessandra and Robert proved to be just like Samantha, sarcastic and dry outside, something resembling kindness inside. Indeed, it was only Timothy's warm personality that kept the Clarks family from being complete stuck-up bastards. Ale's father was the only thing that kept the neighbors from abhorring them.

As it was to be expected of siblings, Alessandra and Robert quarreled from time to time, over the most insignificant things: over who had the last pancake, who could get dressed the fastest, who could skip the most stones across a pond - the house was usually in utter turmoil due to these troublesome Clarks, though it did cool down considerably after Robert left for Hogwarts and Alessandra staying behind, not arriving until Robert's sixth year. Then, after her brother graduated and she became used to Hogwarts's constant demands, the siblings got on perfectly well with one another. Alessandra could proclaim any one of her classmates the love of her life; but her brother would always be her knight in shining armor.

Samantha and Timothy were the typical parents a teenager could ask for: always there to lend a hand (or money, if she was going shopping) and embarrass her in front of her friends or any dates she brought to their home. Samantha was a Curse-Breaker at Gringotts; Timothy was a Staff Manager at St. Mungo's. Due to these jobs, they lived well-enough, though Alessandra, in her temper tantrums, wished they had more money.

What can you say about your friends? What is there to say? They're complete saints to be able to handle my attitude. Some of them are a touch sarcastic as me. They do make me laugh, especially when I'm in one of my tempers.

RP Sample: It was a bitingly cold afternoon, perhaps a strange successor to the cheerfully warm morning that it was following. Silvery-gray clouds had already decided to cover the bright yellow sun and the wind stirred and blew the leaves off of trees. The saner of Hogwarts School remained inside, bundled up, no doubt, in their common rooms beside the fire. Those with less common sense - or perhaps those with more of a sense of adventure - braved the outdoors, their bodies covered in cloaks and jackets, walking side by side, as though to share each other's body heat.

Alessandra fell into the latter of the two groups, though she wasn't about to walk arm in arm with someone. No, she wasn't the type to lean too strongly on a person. She loved being herself: ironic, pessimistic, and perhaps a little too blunt for her own good.

Currently, the young golden brunette was tossing stones into the Black Lake. Her shoulder-length hair had been pulled back into a lazy ponytail, her side bangs casually brushing her dark eyebrows. Her equally dark eyes scanned the ground near her feet until she found a flat gray stone. Picking it up, she weighed it in her hand. Satisfied, she took aim and expertly flung it across the glassy surface of the water. One, two, three times it skipped, until it finally stopped after seven skips. Not bad, she thought. Though, truthfully, she could have done a bit better than seven.

Her hands were frozen, her cheeks were rosy from the whipping wind, and her skin was chilled to the bone, though she bore on in the semi-harsh climate: Alessandra loved the cold and this day happened to suit her personality perfectly. It also went exceptionally well with her previous class, Muggle Studies; to have Carrow explain that Muggles were filth was a bit uncomfortable to hear, but the afternoon matched her insides: cold and weary.

No, Alessandra G. Clarks was no Muggle-hater, but then, she did support the magical arts. She was a Slytherin, a member of a House that didn't exactly spawn do-gooders. She leveled her head to gaze across the lake, her eyes open but not really seeing the mountains she was staring at. Her stomach growled and a wry little smile crossed her peach-tinted lips.

A meal in front of Headmistress Lestrange awaited her.

[Letitia Parker]

Now, I rread through it, and found one fault in it I am afraid, you cannot choose what house your characters in, so I changed that.

I found, that your character could actually be either In Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

As it is my job to keep you happy though, I have decided on Slytherin.

But, just remember, if you do another character, dont choose the house she or he is in!

Yours truely,

Hermione Granger[Head Girl/Staff member, And Letitia Parker [Ravenclaw prefect/staff member!]

PS...Have fun! & invite. DOnt forget to apply in classes. Were hoping that it will pick up again soon...