Post by mackenzie ashleigh jones on Jan 31, 2010 14:39:27 GMT -5
"One more cigarette and i'm so bored."
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• Getting to Know You... •
Whats your name?
Mackenzie Ashleigh Jones
Nickname(s)?
Kenzie, Ash, Jones or MC.
Birth Date
September 2nd, Sixteen.
Birth Place
Scotland.
Religion
None.
Sexuality
Bi-sexual
Grade
11th
Hobbies/Intrests
Dancing, Smoking, Drinking and Being sexual active.
Talents
Dance.
Flaws
Can't seem to give up smoking.
Personality
Kenzie is a bit of a bitch, and only cares about herself, her dancing and a few of her friends. Normally she doesn't really socialize or even try to go make friends. The friends she has now are enough for her, and she doesn't care about making more, she has her true friends and that is enough for her really. Although she does actually have a soft side, and if you can find your way into her soft side, she'll be your friend forever.
She is very protective over her dancing, friends and her family, she knows what to believe and what is a lie. Being a scene kid people wouldn't like to be her friend, well suit them, you shouldn't judge people by their looks, she is a tight dancer and only goes solo or if the occasion arises she'll do a group dance.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: Dancing, Smoking, Being Sexually active, the stars, the moon, Music, Boys, Girls and Sleeping.
Dislikes:
Cold days, Annoying people, People who distract her, Uniform and Falling over.
Style
Scene.
Other Information
• Family Life... •
Parents
Elizabeth Dakota Jones, 38, Nurse. Thomas Kai Jones, 39, ex-dancer.
Siblings
Phoenix Hayleigh Jones, fourteen.
Close Relatives?
Cousin; Phoenix Sphinx Jones, sixteen.
Past
Mackenzie is a scottish teenage girl, and dance means her life. Everyday she'd dance, from Jazz, to Irish, Hip Hop and more. Mackenzie has been dancing since she was two, first starting with jazz and working her way up. Thinking that she can dance well, she had to stop while her sister was born. Mackenzie loves her sister to bits, but she didn't give up dancing, even though soon they got bored of Mackenzie dancing constantly.
Following in her dads footsteps she was put in a few videos, dancing. Soon she grew up and her sister began dancing, but she wasn't good at it, soon discovering she was better at siging, so Mackenzie stuck to Dancing and her sister stuck to singing. Eventually they moved to Hollywood in the same town as her cousin, who had dreams of becoming a dancer also, but had only been dancing for three years, not as long as Mackenzie.
• RolePlay Example... •
Did this Ravenclaw not know of his rank in the junior death eaters? He was practically the favorite for the dark mistress, she considered him a loyal seventeen year old. To be described as loyal by the dark mistress would mean a lot to any junior death eater! Thank fully, he was that junior death eater. The Ashford's were known by many death eater families, and Dylan would have to go into some thought to think if the Duburre's were known to him.
The Slytherin lowered his head as the thoughts of meetings with his father and the mistress along with Andrew Avada came flooding back into his mind. A lot was mostly from his father, the poignant reminiscencies would determine whether or not Duburre was really, as he would say 'filthy rich.' In some ways Dylan highly doubted that he'd be as high as his family in the terms of money or even their time with the death eaters.
Many thoughts regained as he closed his eyes briefly, just thinking of these brought back the things he needed to know of, just like a flash back really; "Ha, Andrew don't make me laugh, the Duburre's, in high authority?!" The light haired man almost chocked on his drink as Andrew Avada informed him the mistress would be moving Mr. Duburre up the ranks of death eaters, unfortunately the dark haired man nodded after wards quickly shaking his head in disgust, "It is true Alex, i heard the mistress speak of it just the other day, 'I'd be happy if Duburre would accept my offer of moving him up the ranks, a trusted man he is' those were her exact words!" Silently Dylan sat in his chair, listening to the two gossiping death eaters, wondering whom they were speaking of.
That was when his father leaned over and breathed on Dylan, pure alcohol could be traced as he began to speak to Dylan. "Remember Dylan, never speak with any Duburre, they are foul, dirty, back stabbing and consider them selfs top notch death eaters, THEY'RE NOT!" His father banged on the table hard, causing his drink glass to fall and smash onto the floor.
A sigh escaped his lips as he opened his eyes, finding himself back in the book store standing next to the shorter ravenclaw boy, really, did he have to open his eyes and find himself in here, still?! One fact, he felt sorry for the ravenclaw. He must of thought those Hufflepuffs were making there way to chat him up, not Dylan. What a shock though, Dylan knew he had looks, he just choose to keep himself to himself, that way no one would know of his business nor would they care to ask him about it either.
Turning his head he looked at the ravenclaw stood next to him, yes people should know their place. "Your quite right, people should be aware of their place, which means you should be well aware of your place with me Duburre." Looking at him with cold eyes as he arched a eyebrow, his upper lip raised in disgust. He should be well aware of it too, no one should get away with speaking like this to a Ashford, but as he knew the rules, he couldn't curse the boy and put him in his place.
Right now, stood her next to such a vile little death eater whom would probably try and steal his spot at the top of the junior death eaters, but Dylan wouldn't allow it, would he really let someone as weak as Duburre steal his spot at the top?! No, never! When he thought about it, if he was better than Duburre his father would be quite impressed with his work toward his future carer. Taking hast in what his words were he looked at the boy then toward the group of girls. Player.Keeping this to himself of course, wouldn't want to have a duel between to junior death eaters in the middle of a book store now would they?
Once again he drew his attention to Duburre, cocking a eyebrow gently a smirk played on his lips, he thinks he knows a slytherin when he sees one? No, would he know Dylan well or think he did because he was a slytherin, there was more to it. Slytherins held so many secrets, they all were quite sociable within their comfort zone, most slytherins didn't want to get hexed by their follow slythersin for making outside friends, of course this was like Phoenix. She had many outside friends and Dylan made sure no one would hex her for the choice she made, in result she had a wide range of friends. Some decisions were a good thing and he was glad she made the right ones.
"You seem to think you know your Slytherins, i must add you are quite wrong if you think you know the houses." He spoke as he stated a fact, he couldn't say he knew the house's because many Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs, sometimes even Gryffindors were good friends with Slytherins! From the moment his father spoke of his family, he was warned about their behavior around people, in public and he'd have to say himself, his father was right! They did think they was better than well, everyone who was there!!
Taking in his words he simply snickered and smirked at the ravenclaw boy, "You think your smart, don't you Duburre?" He stepped closer to the boy narrowing his dark brown eyes at the Ravenclaw, "Using your literature speaking on me won't work, I've been brought up by a well mannered family and in no way am i nor will i be intimidated by the likes of you, I'm a lot more educated then you'd think." Slowly he stepped back and acted like nothing had happened, or he'd said nothing to the shorter ravenclaw.
It had come to the point were Dylan was gritting his teeth together, but manged to keep his wand deep into his pocket, and he planned to keep it that way too. If he was to hex the boys arse right now and right here, he'd cause some attention, attention that wasn't needed or wanted by neither of them. He leaned back onto the edge of the bookcase and shoved his hand into the pocket occupied by his ten inched wand, which contained dragon string heart and solid oak, a proud owner to a wand. With the other hand he tapped his fingers against the wood behind him.
His eyes fell cold as he heard Austin's words, 'We are all one after all,' he pushed his back away from the bookcase and stared at the ravenclaw. Dylan refused to be on the same team as him,yet he would have to endure it for now, but if the mistress requested they worked in a pair, since Dylan was a favorite of hers, he could edge his way around it to get out of it. Walking face to face with him he stood tall, showing he was taller than Duburre. Gripping his wand tightly he pulled it out jabbing him into the stomach.
He gripped the boys shoulder and his upper lip curled in disgust. "Don't ever say we are one, i shall never be like you nor shall i work with you, i shall make sure of that, as for your family, my father was right." He spat letting the boys shoulder go and pushing him back, quickly shoving his wand into his pocket as he stepped back.
When would he need his help? What did he want to do, shake his hand?! No way would he do such a thing, touch the hand of a vile lower rank. "For the record Duburre, i don't need your help." Once again he leaned against the bookcase folding his arms in defensive.
He never knew his father would be right about this, he'd spoken once of the Duburre's and that was the disgust that one had got a higher rank than a Ashford or Avada, this time though, Dylan had become a favorite, which would do him some favors in the future. Hopefully anyway though, right now he had to stand here and argue with a Duburre and a fellow death eater.
Turning his head he looked at the group of Hufflepuffs, they turned away and whispered to each other about how cute or fit Austin and Dylan were, in the right mind Dylan didn't care one bit, he didn't need girls.All he needed was the junior death eaters, the mistress, his father and of course his best friend, Phoenix Avada.
Andrew Avada and Alex Asford were also best friends, just like his mother and her mother, they came over on Friday nights and would drink and play cards. Discuss their work with one another, who they killed recently or even more! It was dark work being a death eater,even worse if he'd to drop it.
Remembering his recent conversation with Phoenix, that he'd promised to join the order and he lied to her. He had gone and lied through his teeth to his best friends, why?!
• RolePlayer... •
Name
Charley
Experience
Five years, urmm, Harry Potter, Vampire/werewolf and high school.
Rule Phrase
Paris Hilton is a hollywood tradegy
