Rhea-Lynn Ashton

Out Of Character:
Name:: Kara Myers
Nicknames::Karrie
Gender:: Female
Race: Human/Vampire/Werewolf/Half-Veela: Human
Age::15
How you found Potter's Army:ranklists.com/harrypotter/
Any other characters on Potter's Army:Nope
Anything else:: experienced with rp's btw.

In Character

Name:: Rhea-Lynn Ashton
Nicknames:: Rhea
Gender:Female
Wizard or Muggle:Wizard (witch)
Year AND Age: 4th and 14
Preferred houses:: Slytherin, Ravenclaw
Birthday:: 08-02-06.
Canon or Original:original
Play-by:: AnnaSophia Robb
Blood Status: Pureblood

Height: 5"2
Hair:: Blonde
Eye colour:bright green
Skin:pale
Other distinguishing features: naturally pink lips, short for her age but very slender

Personality:Rhea is quiet and prefers to observe than to join in. She has a very cynical view of the world, and doesn't have any friends. She has no qualms with hurting people to get what she wants, but wil only do so if it suits her. Rhea is very talented with magic, but has low self-esteem anyways. She can be very cruel towards people, but softens up if they stay close for a while.
Skills: Very talented spell-caster, potions, flying, extraordinary memory
Weaknesses: cares a lot about what people think of her, not very social, has difficulty being nice to people.
Likes: reading, duelling, her brother
Dislikes: people, naivety, her parents
Motto: "I don't know why there have to be other humans on Earth."
Family Information: Brigette Ashton, mother. Tristan Ashton, father. Jackson Ashton, brother.
Background:Rhea grew up in a very controlling pure-blood household. Her parents were very harsh and didn't care much for her or Jackson, so Rhea and Jackson became very close. They had a younger sister, Elizabeth, but she died in unknown circumstances when she was two - Rhea was 9, and Jackson was 12. Rhea learned to be independant because of her home life, though her parents always keep a close eye on her.

[b]Short Roleplay: Rhea sighed, flipping open her diary and began to write. It had been a long day - a day of people, once again whispering about some horribly weird thing that she had supposedly done and then laughing about it. Sometimes even to her face. It didn't matter, she supposed. They were only rumours, after all.

When she had finished with her diary entry, she laid back against the pillows of the four-poster bed. The next day, she figured, would be exactly the same, although she still nursed the small spark of hope that someone would at least try to get to know her. Rhea shook the thought away. Friendships were a two-way thing, she knew, and since she wasn't exactly sure of herself when it came to relationships - no matter what type - Rhea knew that the likelihood of her acquiring anyone to talk to was very unlikely.

Good one.

ACCEPTED && SORTED IN S L Y T H E R I N