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Aleandra Cerys Pryce
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Name: Emma
Contacts: sneekysnake13@hotmail.com
Age: 14
Code: Hermione Granger
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Name: Aleandra Cerys Pryce.
Aleandra is a name her parents made up, from the Welsh Eiluned. Eiluned is the female version of Eluned, which means image or idol.
Cerys is a variation of Carys which itself is taken from the Welsh caru meaning love.
Pryce is the Welsh version of Price, which means son of Rhys. Rhys is Welsh also, and it means enthusiasm. Rhys is Aleandra's father's name.
Nickname(s): Aly, Ninja
DOB: December 13th, 1993
Year: 5th year
Blood: Mixed blood. The Pryces and the Bowens are the most well-known pure-blood wizarding families in Wales. They are both very well-known in Wales, and very prestigious, but in England they are not as recognised. The Pryces are not fully pure, having a few half-bloods in the family. The Bowens are fully pure, being an old family who can trace their bloodlines back to King Arthur's time.
House Preference: Gryffindor
Why:
Gryffindor is the Pryce's traditional house. Every single Pryce since the founding of Hogwarts has been in Gryffindor, with no exceptions. A Pryce has also been Head Boy/Girl and Head of House a few times. Aly is no different. She is noble, brave, kind, annoying, proud and disobedient. She is also ambitious and tries to shelve her bad habits in order to get prestigious places and respect. She is social but she likes quiet once in a while, as much as she enjoys a good prank or joke, even if she is hopeless at them herself.
Ravenclaw was not a good choice for her. She likes to learn things, but more out of an interest for a practical reason than the want for the knowledge itself. She hates homework but she will do it, after whining and complaining if there is someone to complain to. Hufflepuff she would be a prime candidate for if she wasn't so unkind sometimes. She likes insulting people as much as anything else and will never play peacemaker. She is loyal, that is true, but not selflessly, nor is she obedient. Breaking rules is almost a hobby of hers. She does tend to do things for herself but once in a while she enjoys watching the joy on a friend's face when she gives them the expensive present they wanted or surprise and gratefulness when her mother finds she has cleaned the house by herself. She will always put family and friends before ambition.
Physical Appearance: Aly sees herself as ugly, when she can get around to looking at herself that critically. Some boys agree with her about her looks. Her straight, dark eyebrows and dark brown, almost red eyes are almost manly, just given a feminine touch by her oval face and full lips. Her nose is small and slightly hooked. She has thick, long eyelashes that are often covered in mascara, which only increases their darkness. Her head is set on a short neck which merges into strong, broad(for a female) shoulders, giving her very strong arms. The rest of her body is stocky and unpetite.
She is 5'6" and 60kgs. She has strong arms from doing press-ups everyday and strong legs from muggle soccer and Quidditch. Her sister is always insisting she stop doing press-ups, she is worried it will make her too manly. Aly doesn't care at all. She is not amazingly agile but years of Quidditch and soccer has made her able to most surprisingly fast on her feet. Her walk is confident but not cocky, she keeps her head up and makes eye contact. She tries to make eye contact with everything with eyes and has often had dogs attack her for this, and just as often has beaten them down, using only her eyes.
Her eyes are a dark, hard brown. People are always described as having 'warm' brown eyes and hers are very different. They are very dark and seem to sometimes have hint of red. She laughs theories of being a vampire off and tells people it's when she wears red. Her skin is very pale, made even more so by the black she wears. She is sometimes mistaken for an Albino, which is ridiculous with her dark eyes and dark brown hair. Her lips are a dark red, often covered by lipstick. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, and recently she had it cut to a long bob, finishing just at her collar. Her face shows emotion, but only when she lets it. Normally she is open and her face says as much as her mouth, but other times her face is as blank as a wall.
Her dress sense is dark. She wears black, black and red. Sometimes she wears sliver or grey, for a change. She prefers T-Shirts and jeans to dresses, although she has quite a few skirts. Her idea of dressy is a black dress with a bit less makeup than she normally wears. She wears black eye shadow, mascara, eye liner and dark red lipstick. The liner is in a large circle around her eyes and make her eyes seem even darker. Both of her ears have been pierced 3 times and she has a clear retainer through her left eyebrow. A small tattoo on the small of her back says 'Different' in Welsh, 'Amgen'.
Personality:
Aleandra is hot-tempered, she will blow up within a few words or actions. Revenge and sneakiness are not her thing, though. The time that it would take her to plot out even the simplest form of revenge she would have already forgotten her problem with them in the first place. She is also that way about promises. She will promise to do something and as soon as something new comes along she will forget, just like that. She has a quick mind, which she often puts to use insulting people. She doesn't mean to hurt them, she just says whatever comes into her head.
Aly doesn't know what she plans on doing when she leaves school, only that it will be important to her. Her parents want her to be in the Ministry and Aly agrees with them. What they don't agree on is what position. They want her to have a safe position and she wants to be an Auror or Unspeakable. She doesn't want anything 'safe' happening in her life, she likes adventure and risk. She will give up a treat or the chance to do something she normally enjoys to try something new. Similarly, rules are made to be broken, or at least bent in her opinion. She understands some rules are Untouchable, like murder and theft, others she sees just as something to stop her going where she wants or having and exciting adventure.
Aleandra is creative, but not very artistic in the musical or drawing sense. She cannot draw or play music to save her life, but she loves to act. Acting is simply another risk to her, going out in front of everyone else and playing the fool or a martyr. She is a good actor because of her willingness to put all of herself into a play.
She likes things with risk, as already established. Things that require bravery, like acting, bunjee jumping and fencing, are what she likes most, for she feels they make her into a better person and give her a natural high. Things that require concentration and patience she is terrible at. She hates them and she cannot focus at all. Class work is the only thing she will stick at, only because she knows she must, not because she enjoys it. The practical wand-work she enjoys, because it has immediate results, but Potions and writing bore her to bits.
Aly hasn’t the greatest people skills. She is friendly and draws people to her but if they aren’t exciting enough she will move on, not thinking any more of them. She doesn’t often get into broody or bad moods but when she does she will snap at people and be generally horrible to everyone. She reads all the time when she’s in a bad mood and is unreasonable. It is not a smart idea to approach her when she is in a ‘mood’, especially if you have something important or disturbing to tell her.
History:
Aleandra Cerys Pryce was born on a stormy afternoon, around three. Aly’s grandmother, who was acting as midwife and very superstitious, proclaimed it was bad luck for the tiny girl. Almost as is she had heard, Aly burst out into indignant screaming, her little fists beating at her mother’s arms. That was the start of a stubborn and lively child.
Aly’s older sister, Siani, had been a quiet, smiling child. Aly was the complete opposite, more like her brother, Madoc. She was a loud, scowling child. This proved the same when she had grown up. Siani was still a quiet, pretty, smiling child, Madoc in between, spending most of his time quiet and brooding, while Aly was loud but not often smiling. So it was a rare occurrence when she did smile.
Both Rhys and Aly’s mother, Wynne, were magical and their children took after them, not surprisingly. Siani got her powers first, then Madoc, who was the eldest. When Aly was 6, she got hers. It wasn’t an exciting happening, simply one day she borrowed Madoc’s wand and used it to turn the cover of a book blue, when it had previously been red. Madoc was 12 at the time, and in his second year at Hogwarts. That year, while he had been a second year, Harry Potter had vanquished Lord Voldemort.
Aly’s childhood was a happy one, despite her sullenness. She played Quidditch with Madoc and Siani if they could get her to play. Usually it was only the two of them and the boy they only knew as Kit, flying on Siani’s broom. He was an excellent flyer, but that was all anyone knew of him. He came and went when he pleased and slipped off to his home, if he had one, at the end of the day. Some days when Siani was feeling extra girly or Aly indifferent, the two girls would go shopping, Siani exclaiming over some small trinket and Aly staring at racing brooms or ‘The Weird Sisters’ tops.
On Aly’s 8th birthday her parents bought her a broom, her very own racing broom. She went out on it as soon as she got home and when Madoc came home from Hogwarts she raced him around the fields, startling a few cows. When Aly got back, panting but happy, her parents asked her where Madoc was. She was startled, for she had thought he was right behind her. He arrived five minutes later and told his mother he was going to get that broom, no matter how long it took. He started saving at once and by his birthday he had nowhere near enough to buy the expensive broom. That was good, because Rhys and Wynne bought him one. He spent his money on beater’s gear for him and his sister instead.
By now Aly had joined a soccer team, Conwy United, based in Conwy, which was just east of the town where they lived. She was a striker and quickly proving her worth. Her agility from playing Quidditch and fast mind helped her improve her skills and she helped her fellow team-mates learn ways to improve their game. Very rapidly her team rose to first in their division. Madoc played too, but because it was only in the holidays, he played with nowhere near with the skill Aly had. She was a star player and he knew it. She, however, was oblivious.
On Siani’s 11th birthday she got an owl from Madoc and Aly. She loved it immediately. It was a tiny yellow thing, so she named it Haf, which is Welsh for summer. Summer was Siani’s favourite season, winter Madoc’s and Spring Aly’s favourite. Not long after, Madoc had to return to school. Siani studied, getting herself prepared for Hogwarts the following September.
It cost a lot to get the children all the way from Conwy to London. So instead of Madoc and Siani come home every holidays, they were only allowed home during the summer break. When it came Aly’s turn to obtain an education, instead of Hogwarts, they hired a private tutor for her. While this was expensive, it didn’t come close to the cost of sending her to Hogwarts. As a consolation gift Madoc, who was a seventh year, sent her a cat he had bought in Diagon Alley. She loved this cat, with it’s short legs and constant energy. It followed her around everywhere and when she began kicking her soccer ball it came up and head-butted it, much to Aly’s delight. She named him Kennedy and he took part in all her activities, whether it be playing a match or having a bath, he was there.
Because of her little companion, the days did not pass so slowly nor did the work seem as boring. He was the one she practised her spells on, after she had worked them on an inanimate object. The months went by, Aly proving her strength in Transfiguration and Divination and her hopelessness at History of Magic, Potions and Herbology. Madoc left school and went to work for the Ministry, becoming a Cursebreaker.
By her 2nd year of schooling, Aly had shown everyone she was hopeless
at writing. Her writing was barely legible, she hurried too much to finish it and her spelling was suffering. She was getting worse and worse and she seemed to enjoy it. Lucian, her tutor, became worried. He often made her repeat work two or three times, simply because he couldn’t read it. Aly was getting sullen and angry at being made to write more and started being rude to Lucian. She would talk back or ignore him, when he said she must redo her work she would refuse, and then throw it at him, blasting it in mid-air. Finally Lucian gave notice of his resignation, he would teach her to the end of the year, no further.
Wynne and Rhys were worried. She had given herself a bad reputation and they were finding it difficult to find another tutor, even though they offered more and more money. No one would teach ‘The Brat’, as people called her. She was shunned by people she had previously called friends, their faces showing their fear that she would blow up and attack them randomly. She grew angry and afraid and yelled at people when they talked to her, ignoring the letters her siblings wrote from Hogwarts and refused to play with Kennedy. She became thin and withdrawn, wearing even more makeup, hiding her blotchy face and tired eyes from lying awake all night crying.
All of her third year Aly was like that, attacking people for frowning at her and spending her nights crying and wanting to die. Rumours abounded and people ignored her completely, shopkeepers closed their doors when she came near, even her cat preferred the company of others. She became feverish, not letting her mother near her, constantly going around with too-bright eyes and flushed cheeks. For months the fever stayed, making her weaker and weaker, and even more belligerent.
Lucian had been in Ireland, teaching there until the contract fell through. He returned to Wales for although it wasn’t his homeland he loved it and longed to stay there. When he heard the rumours of Aly and descriptions of what she looked like, all skin and bones and continually burning eyes, he didn’t believe them. He couldn’t believe the bold, stocky girl with sparkling eyes and jaunty walk would be wasted away to a thin, emaciated girl who did not even have the breath to scream at people, so weak was she now. He went to see her and she was not strong enough to even leave her bed, hardly aware he was there. He took her hand in his and told her if she got well he would teach her again and never be bothered by her writing. He was guilty, feeling he had caused this illness. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. It was the first she had smiled for over a year and it was more of a grimace, so unused were the muscles.
Slowly, under Lucian’s care, Aly got better. Her fever went away and she would smile again, Lucian spending hours at a time by her bed, reading to her and asking questions, or just sitting. He had refused payment, feeling it was only right he should be the one to bring her back to life. So instead the Pryce’s put the money away, storing it for him. People started talking to Aly again and she became her normal self. She was different though, wiser, more thankful. She respected her elders more and became meeker, more accepting. When she began schooling again she actually did try to improve her writing, even though it was very difficult.
During Aly’s 14th year of life she struggled with her work. The past two years’ inattention had left her sadly behind her level. So her 4th year was spent working as hard as she could, not having much time for her sister, who had decided not to do 7th year, and was now at home, getting ready to launch her own wizarding fashion store. She began to drift away from her friends, having less and less time to spend with them. Lucian became her closest friend after Kennedy, sharing everything with the 23 year old. After the school year was over, however, he dropped a bombshell. He had taught her to the best of his abilities, he explained to her gently, and he had nothing more for her to learn. He must go and teach another child now, living with them. He had already found another family, in England, and although he had no wish to leave, he had no choice.
Then Rhys and Wynne dropped a bombshell of their own. Since Lucian had not been accepting pay for teaching Aly, they had been putting away money for him, and there was now enough for him to buy a house in Wales. Stunned, he argued he would have no work. They had a solution for that, too. Daffyd Bowen, Aly’s only cousin, was 10 and would need a tutor that September. The Bowens had already agreed and were waiting for him. Whether he would live with them or not was his choice. After shedding a few happy tears, Lucian accepted the offer, saying he was being treated like their son. He was their son, they informed him, in their opinion. He had saved their daughter and deserved highest reward.
Lucian left after a magnificent leaving party and Aly excitedly got ready for Hogwarts.
Roleplay Sample: Aleandra shivered as she stood in the cold winter air. She could conjure some fire, to keep her warm, but she didn’t want to burn her new dress. Besides, she was in public, and muggle public at that. So she just drew her coat closer around her and waited.
After five minutes, there was still no activity from the house in front of her. Scuffing her feet, Aly wondered if she should go and knock on the door. She decided against it, in case the owner thought her rude, and stuffed her hands deeper into her coat pockets. A Muggle boy wandered past, staring at her as he went. She hissed at him. She didn’t want any admirers at the moment, especially not Muggle ones.
Wandering around, she studied the house. It was one of those houses that are all squashed up, with no yard space except out the back. She wasn’t sure what they were called, but she didn’t like them. Not enough space to get out, and nothing at all to climb, no trees, nothing, unless you climbed the power poles out front. This one was slightly run down. The windows were in need of a wash, and some were cracked in places. The door had an ancient brass knocker on it, turned green form age. The door itself was light grey wood, splintering and very ugly. The whole thing had a look of an old, squat, grey toad that was stuck in between two bricks.
Turning, Aly nearly walked into a power pole that was in front of the house and instead fell, snow getting all over her body. Right, that’s it, she decided, getting up and brushing the cold powder off her legs. Giving herself a dog-like shake to get rid of the last dregs of snow she marched up to the old house, grabbed the old knocker and knocked firmly on the aging door. The noise echoed into the hall and everything went eerily quiet. Aly waited a few moments before banging on the door again. “Hello, is anybody home?” She called, leaning sideways to peer into a grimy window. After a few seconds she realised what she was looking at. It was the living room, she surmised, but such a strange one. There were boxes everywhere, and only a few chairs, worn and broken. Strange items sat on boxes and chairs, and a weird coat of arms hung over the fireplace. Everything was coated with a layer of dust.
Leaning back, Aly ran through the directions the old gypsy lady had given her. Down the avenue, take a right until she came to the park, left and it was the third house on the right. She had followed those instructions exactly, so why did it look like nobody had lived there for years? Putting her ear to the door, Aly tried to hear, anything, really. Everything was silent, including the street behind her. Turning around, she noticed there was no one about. A thought came unbidden into her mind. Perhaps there was something wrong, and she should break in to see? Aly was fed up with standing in the cold waiting for something to happen, so before she had thought of the consequences she was reaching for the door. As her hand touched the handle, the door swung open silently. Aly snatched her hand back and held it for a few seconds before peering into the gloomy hall.
Apart from a spider making a gigantic web over the entrance to the stairs, everything looked normal. Stepping inside, Aly closed the door behind her. It made a small snicking noise and she glanced at it before taking stock of her situation. It was dark. Not pitch black, but very dim. Too dim to see clearly. Looking around she noticed a candle on a table next to her. Picking it up, she looked for some matches. The only other item on the table was a vase of dead flowers. Pulling out the stiff drawer, Aly looked in there. Sitting next to an old necklace was a box of matches. She reached in and opened it. Pulling out a match she quickly lit her candle and put the box back.
Forgetting to shut the drawer, Aly ducked under the growing web and picked her way up the creaking staircase.
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Edit: There y'are. I did say they were the only two large ones, which is probably feasible, as purebloods are very rare and Wales is small. But I see that makes it unfair to other people so I'll leave it.
Hope that's better! 
Edited by: P34ce at: 1/24/06 9:16 pm
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