05-12-2011, 01:58 AM
In Character
Full Name: Isabele Marie Hamilton
Nicknames: Bellà by her husband
Birthdate: May 3, 1832
Current Age: 49
Occupation: Housewife
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Willow, springy Ashwinder Ash, 9 inches
Blood Status: pure
Social Class: Upper
Family:
George Hamilton, husband, 55 years old
Edgar Hamilton, brother-in-law, 45 years old
Rupert Hamilton, son, 19 years old
(long-lost) daughters:
Iphigenia Clerck (Hamilton), 19 years old
_______ ________ (Hamilton), 19 years old
Appearance: Nearly her husband's equal in height at 5'6" Isabel isn't exactly short but she's no great tall thing either. She's managed to keep at least mostly trim in her 49 years of life weighing only slightly more than she did when she graduated Hogwarts at 123lbs. She looks quite German thanks to her mother's side of the family with her pale skin, pale hair, and at times icy blue eyes. Naturally left handed as a child she was "corrected" to her right though even to this day she sometimes slips.
As the wife of an upperclass man she looks her part. When not at home she looks quite muggle though preferring to forgoe robes on some occasions for a walking gown or riding habit. Her normal color palet during the day anyway is quite subdued. Apricot is a favorite, a trait shared by the daughter she doesn't know. At night everything changes. Dark blues and scarlets are favored although always within properties boundaries... and George's.
History:Born May 3rd, 1832 Isabel Butler was born a pureblood witch in a time when witches and wizards still populated London on a large scale. At the time they wern't persecuted but that all changed. By the time she began Hogwarts things had begun to change. After graduation however she was married off to a man six years her senior. Marriage to George Hamilton came with a move to Germany and away from the stresses of England and the muggles.
For the first decade of her marriage she saw very little of the man she'd wed. They lived together truth be told but saw next to nothing of each other. It was of little suprise they'd been wed thirteen years before she found herself pregnant the first time. of course both she and George were over the moon with the news. The Hamilton family would have an heir and his younger brother Edgar no longer in line to inherit. As the pregnancy progressed things seemed strange to the young mother-to-be; at four months gone she was already showing enough to be nearly though the pregnancy. The midwife had a simple enough explination though one she didn't believe - more than one child. As the months progressed it became more and more apparent the child was indeed children.
The first of April 1862, during a year's visit home to England infact, the three Hamilton babes were born. No sooner had the three been settled than their father had come to see them. The pleased smile on Isabel's face melted away quite quickly when George demanded the two girls be taken away. With hormones raging she was, understandably, a mess. Three babies were two too many. From that day on she never saw the girls again. Raising their brother proved doubly heard, not only because he was a darling baby in and of himself and George refused to allow her to actual raise him in most physical senses of the word but because of her constant thoughts of his sisters. No one knew of the girls aside from herself, George, and the midwife of course...
After her confindment was over with Isabel returned to life as usual, nearly. Instead of the parties and balls she had favored more and more she sought solstace with her books. As for George she swore to never forgive him for what she'd done. Even now she desperately wants to find her little girls, she wants to know if they'r eeven alive..
Personality: The quiet, "loving" wife as every woman is expected to be. Isabel is happy with her lot in life for the most part; her husband is the major problem. They married for nothing more than money but she had grown fond of him. Her outlook on it all changed when he tore her little girls away.
Even nineteen years later she still cries for them. Her heart was broken that night and silently she has sworn revenge on him. With her Rupert it was more than made up for. Isabel is nothing if not an indulgent mother. From the day his sisters were taken she spoiled him.
The one thing she loves more than her babies, is reading. A Ravenclaw until death Isabel adores learning. She knows well learning isn't exactly encouraged for women but it hasn't stopped her. Hours get lonely with Rupert grown up, and George being well George. Books are her company. Tea, parties, and balls are all perfectly acceptable forms of entertainment but not all the time. Given the choice she'd rather curl up with a novel infront of the fire.
Patronus: owl
Boggart: George taking her daughters away
Amortentia: leather, rain, lavender, old books
Sample Roleplay Post: Okay so technically she was breaking curfew but as far as Elizabeth figured she wasn't going to get caughtà and if she did one of the professors would surely understand. Letters home were of vital importance. She had her three best friends at Hogwarts, her two sisters and well her other sister Margareta, but they weren't always the best people to go to for advice all the time. That's why she had aunts two of them to be specific. Wizard or muggle men were all alike.
So Elizabeth ascended the stairs to the owerly at the ungodly hour... well to her anyway, hour of eleven. Technically students weren't supposed to be out of their towers after 10 but the idea had just stuck her. Besides the damn letter had to end up going though muggle mail after a while. The whole family knew about the Grimaldi girls being witches but leave it to Aunt Caroline to marry a muggle and insist on living with said muggle and NOT telling him. It would take long enough for this ruddy thing to get to her it just had to go out now.
When at last the girl made it up to the actual owerly and had sidestepped more than a few owl pelets and piles of poop she found the owl she'd come all this way for was gone. "You ruddy bird." She grumbled. It was only eleven she had to be back from hunting. "So help me Minerva your tawney little neck is going to be rung." Okay her sister's owl was all of five feet away but it wasn't the fact of the matter. She would catch hell from Emliy if she found out she'd borrowed the bird without permission but Liz had absolutely no intention of going all the way downstairs only to bug her sister, wake the girl up and then trudge back her. Still fuming she side stepped more pelts and poo to where her sister's owl was perched. "Don't tell your Mum but I need a run from you. I'll even give you Minerva's treats and breakfast." Liz smoothed the bird's feathers. "You know the drill give this to Mere for Auntie right?"
Only after the owl had taken flight did she hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. "Crapà "
Nicknames: Bellà by her husband
Birthdate: May 3, 1832
Current Age: 49
Occupation: Housewife
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Willow, springy Ashwinder Ash, 9 inches
Blood Status: pure
Social Class: Upper
Family:
George Hamilton, husband, 55 years old
Edgar Hamilton, brother-in-law, 45 years old
Rupert Hamilton, son, 19 years old
(long-lost) daughters:
Iphigenia Clerck (Hamilton), 19 years old
_______ ________ (Hamilton), 19 years old
Appearance: Nearly her husband's equal in height at 5'6" Isabel isn't exactly short but she's no great tall thing either. She's managed to keep at least mostly trim in her 49 years of life weighing only slightly more than she did when she graduated Hogwarts at 123lbs. She looks quite German thanks to her mother's side of the family with her pale skin, pale hair, and at times icy blue eyes. Naturally left handed as a child she was "corrected" to her right though even to this day she sometimes slips.
As the wife of an upperclass man she looks her part. When not at home she looks quite muggle though preferring to forgoe robes on some occasions for a walking gown or riding habit. Her normal color palet during the day anyway is quite subdued. Apricot is a favorite, a trait shared by the daughter she doesn't know. At night everything changes. Dark blues and scarlets are favored although always within properties boundaries... and George's.
History:Born May 3rd, 1832 Isabel Butler was born a pureblood witch in a time when witches and wizards still populated London on a large scale. At the time they wern't persecuted but that all changed. By the time she began Hogwarts things had begun to change. After graduation however she was married off to a man six years her senior. Marriage to George Hamilton came with a move to Germany and away from the stresses of England and the muggles.
For the first decade of her marriage she saw very little of the man she'd wed. They lived together truth be told but saw next to nothing of each other. It was of little suprise they'd been wed thirteen years before she found herself pregnant the first time. of course both she and George were over the moon with the news. The Hamilton family would have an heir and his younger brother Edgar no longer in line to inherit. As the pregnancy progressed things seemed strange to the young mother-to-be; at four months gone she was already showing enough to be nearly though the pregnancy. The midwife had a simple enough explination though one she didn't believe - more than one child. As the months progressed it became more and more apparent the child was indeed children.
The first of April 1862, during a year's visit home to England infact, the three Hamilton babes were born. No sooner had the three been settled than their father had come to see them. The pleased smile on Isabel's face melted away quite quickly when George demanded the two girls be taken away. With hormones raging she was, understandably, a mess. Three babies were two too many. From that day on she never saw the girls again. Raising their brother proved doubly heard, not only because he was a darling baby in and of himself and George refused to allow her to actual raise him in most physical senses of the word but because of her constant thoughts of his sisters. No one knew of the girls aside from herself, George, and the midwife of course...
After her confindment was over with Isabel returned to life as usual, nearly. Instead of the parties and balls she had favored more and more she sought solstace with her books. As for George she swore to never forgive him for what she'd done. Even now she desperately wants to find her little girls, she wants to know if they'r eeven alive..
Personality: The quiet, "loving" wife as every woman is expected to be. Isabel is happy with her lot in life for the most part; her husband is the major problem. They married for nothing more than money but she had grown fond of him. Her outlook on it all changed when he tore her little girls away.
Even nineteen years later she still cries for them. Her heart was broken that night and silently she has sworn revenge on him. With her Rupert it was more than made up for. Isabel is nothing if not an indulgent mother. From the day his sisters were taken she spoiled him.
The one thing she loves more than her babies, is reading. A Ravenclaw until death Isabel adores learning. She knows well learning isn't exactly encouraged for women but it hasn't stopped her. Hours get lonely with Rupert grown up, and George being well George. Books are her company. Tea, parties, and balls are all perfectly acceptable forms of entertainment but not all the time. Given the choice she'd rather curl up with a novel infront of the fire.
Patronus: owl
Boggart: George taking her daughters away
Amortentia: leather, rain, lavender, old books
Sample Roleplay Post: Okay so technically she was breaking curfew but as far as Elizabeth figured she wasn't going to get caughtà and if she did one of the professors would surely understand. Letters home were of vital importance. She had her three best friends at Hogwarts, her two sisters and well her other sister Margareta, but they weren't always the best people to go to for advice all the time. That's why she had aunts two of them to be specific. Wizard or muggle men were all alike.
So Elizabeth ascended the stairs to the owerly at the ungodly hour... well to her anyway, hour of eleven. Technically students weren't supposed to be out of their towers after 10 but the idea had just stuck her. Besides the damn letter had to end up going though muggle mail after a while. The whole family knew about the Grimaldi girls being witches but leave it to Aunt Caroline to marry a muggle and insist on living with said muggle and NOT telling him. It would take long enough for this ruddy thing to get to her it just had to go out now.
When at last the girl made it up to the actual owerly and had sidestepped more than a few owl pelets and piles of poop she found the owl she'd come all this way for was gone. "You ruddy bird." She grumbled. It was only eleven she had to be back from hunting. "So help me Minerva your tawney little neck is going to be rung." Okay her sister's owl was all of five feet away but it wasn't the fact of the matter. She would catch hell from Emliy if she found out she'd borrowed the bird without permission but Liz had absolutely no intention of going all the way downstairs only to bug her sister, wake the girl up and then trudge back her. Still fuming she side stepped more pelts and poo to where her sister's owl was perched. "Don't tell your Mum but I need a run from you. I'll even give you Minerva's treats and breakfast." Liz smoothed the bird's feathers. "You know the drill give this to Mere for Auntie right?"
Only after the owl had taken flight did she hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. "Crapà "
Out of Character
Name: Endy, Endora, EndyBear whatever I'm not picky
Age: 18
Contact: AIM û oneadmmlife3@aol.com; email/msn û iloveliztaylor@hotmail.com
Other Characters: none yet
How did you hear about us?: my anna!
Age: 18
Contact: AIM û oneadmmlife3@aol.com; email/msn û iloveliztaylor@hotmail.com
Other Characters: none yet
How did you hear about us?: my anna!
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