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Ceri's Desc:
BEST FRIENDS *Icly*: Imora Carondra, Guitan Drumos, Johnathan Bastion, Aries Marvina, Sam Morrow, Tellox Velline, Nekiru Greenwood,
Clarie, Latifa Kuro, Sierra Neargood.
All those Wonderful People OOCLY: Those mentioned above, Matt, Alania Love, Jeni, Carmen, Jesse, Trumpet, Ryah, Furu,
Rickyness, Rita, Zoe, Abner, Oscar Garcia.
Did I miss you? Well.. I have the memory span of a goldfish. Tell me and I'll fix it, lovely. <33333
Current
Fully graduated and all grown up, she dresses a deal different now that if free of dress codes. An onyx skirt of some
heavy material sits low on slender hips; its many overlapping belts climbing up its length. Following the flat curve of her
stomach, just above the dent of her belly button, she wears a sheath of silk, its white surface marred by thick black lines
moving uniform up her torso. The fabric clings to her ample curves, reveals the hint of a collarbone and flows like water
down her long, slender arms, concealing the physical scars inflicted by the one she seeks. She stills wears her trademarks
accessories despite her newfound freedom, thinly-wrought silver bangles down her right wrist and criss-crossing black straps
on her right. At the end of one long index finger sits a small, silver ring; its surface etched with the single word friend.
For remembrance, as a reminder. Her smile remains unchanged through the years of hardships: soft pink rims curving into a
vibrant and devious grin; a sure sign of trouble. Her eyes however, bare the emotional scars of the years since passed. Ever
a shining cerulean, they glimmer with the sorrow of one who has lost much and flicker with the determination of one not yet
defeated. Once long, ebony hair now falls in pixy-esque wisps, some reaching to her shoulders and other short enough to just
kiss her jaw line with a seductive caress; high cheekbones and sun-kissed complexion being thrown into sharp relief. She offers
a playful wink as she passes you by, the pending threat of a speech-impairing smile hidden always at the corner of her lips.
{Piercings: eyebrow, tongue, lip.}
Old
Crisply cut waves of sapphire tinged obsidian dance around her still elvish face, playing their tips lazily across her
shoulders and lips. Mood ring eyes, most often hued in a striking cerulean and accented by daggers of silver are the only
familiar feature amongst an array of gleaming silver piercings, newly acquired, that now her adorn lip, left brow, navel and
tongue. Behind her most expressive of attributes lay vehemence so powerful that when angry, they seemed to project a fierce
light from within. At her neck sits a chain of ordinary, linked safety pins that occasionally sport a tear of paper, messily
scrawled with one reminder or another. Draped over her shoulder sits, as it always has, her poor tattered satchel, even more
pitiable now that it had been prior to her departure. Garbed haphazardly in a plain silvery-pallored T-shirt and faded, fitted
jeans that sit low on curvy hips, Cerillia appears for the first time, an adult. As her lips part to reveal twin strings of
pearls though, it is clearly evident that she is no more adult than she'd been before; she only looked it. Unrecognizable
to all but those who knew her best, this Ravenclaw, now in her graduating year had vowed to change, and so she had.
Stats!
Full Name: Cerillia Darkstone
Siblings: Danica Darkstone and Brennan Darkstone
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115lbs.
Age/year: 16/seventh
Hair: Black/Blue
Build: Slight
Relationship Status: Single
Heritage: Full blooded witch, part veela *SHH! Very few know icly!* Irish, spanish
Wand: Ebony, 13 1/2 inches, pliable, veela hair.
House: Ravenclaw *If you didn't know this... *shakes her head despairingly*
Crushes: Currently, none
I am the founderful founder of T R T G along with the other founding members!!!!
I am also Co-founder with Sierra Neargood of T.S.P. (The Skillet Posse)!
~*~ Rockin RAVER! ~*~
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A little chunk of Ceri's personality shows here: An expressive little actress, always up for a dare and even more willing
to make fun of herself!
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