VAISEY, atlanta twaine

ATLANTA TWAINE VAISEY ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Atlanta Twaine Vaisey
( NICKNAMES ) : Lanta, Lan, Hot-Lanta
( SEX ) : I’d love to FEMALE
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : Seventeen, February 24
( YEAR ) : 7th Year
( HOUSE ) : Hufflepuff
( CANON? ) : Yes!
( AFFILIATION ) : ?
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 7.5”, Dragon Heartstring, Oak - Lanta’s wand is relatively weak when it comes to transfiguration spells, however, it packs quite the punch when dueling. It’s most effective when used with offensive spells as opposed to defensive. Goes hand-in-hand with her need to be in control of everything.

( LIKES ) : Control, Order, Popularity, Dogs, Parties, Loud Music, Quidditch, Dueling, Confrontation, Speaking Her Mind, Competition, Drinking Games
( DISLIKES ) : Her Sister Desdemona and her brother Orpheus, Writing, Disarray, Homework, Studying, Professors (Except Slughorn), Reading, Rivals, CATS, Pancakes, Muggles, Muggle-borns, Rules, Stickers for Said Rules
( STRENGTHS ) : Competitive, Smart, Witty, Attentive, Outgoing, Honest, Direct, Calculating
( WEAKNESSES ) : Controlling, Snarky, Manipulative, Self-Centered, Brutally Honest, Stark, Cold, Often Void of Emotions
( AMORTENTIA) : Tree Bark, Old Library Books, Chocolate Syrup, and Warm Cinnamon Apples
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Her sister with her clothing on and wearing a knowing smile; although Atlanta doesn’t necessarily hate her sister, she cant stand the thought of her becoming more popular than she is. Therefore, her boggart takes the form of her sister becoming more and more like her. *shivers* terrifying business!
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Sunbathing on the shoes of Hawaii. She met a guy there when she was just 11 years old, someone that she rarely likes to talk about, but a guy that stole her heart. Since then, she’s been trying to find him but has had no luck in that department. She can barely remember his face anymore...
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : The day that she burnt off half of her hair during her first potions lesson. Beyond embarrassing for little Atlanta Vaisey. Since then, she’s been fighting to keep that memory out of everyone’s head.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : She sees herself with the guy that she met in Hawaii all those years ago...although, his face is missing. She still can’t place what he looked like exactly, but she’s convinced that if she sees him, she’ll just...know.
( PERSONALITY ) : Honesty is her best quality; Atlanta is not afraid to tell people exactly what she thinks about everything, even if it means that she comes off as a little brutal. She’s always been this way, and she personally thinks that its the only way to get what you want. She prides herself on her honesty, even though other people often think that it’s too much. She’s always direct with what she’s trying to say and never beats around the bush...it goes back to her belief that honest will get you anywhere you need to go in life...and so far, so good! She’s intelligent, at least intelligent enough to pass all of her classes, but she doesn’t always put forth the effort that she should. Instead, she’s more than happy to spend her Double Potions lesson making out with whoever is sitting next to her. Atlanta Vaisey certainly lives a charmed life.

She’s also extremely self-centered and vain. She cares deeply about the way that other people view her and, although she doesn’t let on, sometimes she gets a little self-conscious. She’s afraid that everyone is constantly comparing her to Desdemona, and she just won’t have that...at least not this year. Atlanta thinks that being in her seventh year means that she’s in for a pampering of her lifetime.

Like her older sister, Des, Atlanta is nothing if not manipulative and dangerous. She knows how to get what she wants and she’s not afraid to climb on everyone else’s heads to get it. She’s cool and collected when she wants to be, always careful to keep her emotions in check...except when it comes to people bringing up Des. Sure, her older sister graduated almost eight years ago, but it seems as if everyone knows her and knows her reputation...She’s also extremely competitive about getting what she wants when it comes to her social life. She knows how to get the boys and doesn’t hesitate to do it, thinking that sleeping around...or at least giving the illusion that she’s sleeping around will get her a one way ticket out of Desdemona’s shadow.

Behind all that, there are some redeeming qualities about the youngest Vaisey sister. She met a man in Hawaii a long time back and since then, it’s always given her hope that there’s someone out there who can see the best in her: The kind and caring side that she rarely lets escape (after all, it would tarnish her reputation!). But so far, she hasn’t found that guy and...she’s beginning to lose faith that he even existed in the first place.

( HAIR ) : Atlanta has long blonde hair that falls approximately to her mid back. She usually wears it in loose curls and down. She doesn’t like her bangs very much, so they’re generally kept out of her face, but when she’s feeling a little under the weather, she’ll let them hang over her eyes to hide some of her sickliness.
( EYES ) : Lanta has large blue eyes that are one of the most profound features of her face. Everyone is drawn to her because her eyes are so large and doe-like. Although they give her an innocent quality, she’s far from innocent, dubbing herself the self-proclaimed Hufflepuff Princess.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : A cute button nose, cheekbones that protrude, and a strong jaw-line are what make up Atlanta’s face. She has an interesting bone structure that is quite unlike her sister’s, and if it wasn't for the slightly Swedish look that she has about her, no one would be able to tell that they were related.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Atlanta is pretty tall for a keeper, coming in at about 5’9”. She’s doesn’t have much going on on top, but she does work out quite a lot. Being on the Quidditch team gives her a chance to tone those arm muscles, and they’re her favorite asset.
( ATTIRE ) : Atlanta loves to wear whatever will get her the most attention, which usually means something low cut, especially when she goes out. She doesn’t particularly like her Hogwarts uniform and will normally wear her tie loose and not straight, her sleeves rolled up, and the top couple of buttons undone.
( PLAY-BY ) : Riley Keough

( PARENTS ) : Ioanna Zoe Vaisey, Mother, Ex-Ministry’s Tourism Office Worker
Gavrill Sotiris Vaisey, Father, Wholesale Feed Company Manager
( SIBLINGS ) : Desdemona Vaisey, 25, Hufflepuff Alum
Orpheus Vaisey, 22, Hufflepuff Alum
( OTHERS ) : None
( HISTORY ) : Atlanta was the last of the Vaisey children to be born into practical royalty. Her parents spoiled her rotten from the day that she was born, especially her father. He saw a lot of promise in his little Lanta. She grew up surrounded by her loving parents, always around them. Unlike her sister and brother, she was never one that wanted to turn away from her family - instead, she loved the company of her parents and extended family. She loved the social aspect of it all, the way that they always praised her perfectly placed blonde hair and her large, saucer-like, doe-eyes. She was a rare bird in the Vaisey family and it seemed as if everyone knew it. Desdemona wasn’t too happy when her little sister, Atlanta was born, although the girl seemed a little out there, she could feel that there was going to be a sort of competition between them from the very beginning. They butted heads from the time that Atlanta could feel such feelings.

When she got to Hogwarts, it came as quite a surprise that Atlanta was sorted into Hufflepuff. She was, after all, cold and manipulative from the day that she was born. When she wrote her parents to tell them, they were extremely proud, if not a little surprised (no parent wants to believe that their child is as spoilt rotten as Lanta was). She did well in her classes, but refused to exert a lot of energy into her everyday homework. She flourished in Hufflepuff, but that didn’t stop her from becoming a little stuck up and full of herself.

Summers were spent in Hawaii and a few summers ago, she met a guy. A guy who’s face she can’t seem to remember, but since then, she hasn’t been able to get him out of her head. She honestly thinks that if she could just hear his voice again then it would all come rushing back to her - but unfortunately, that opportunity has not presented itself to her yet. She loves sitting by the sandy beaches and flirting with the cabana boys whenever possible.

It was obvious from the time that Lanta started school that she had a rather large reputation to live up to. Desdemona had been little miss perfect from the very beginning and it was no surprise that people were constantly comparing her to her older sister. Atlanta felt like her very territory was threatened and has always felt the need to stake out her own claim in Hogwarts. She began drinking and partying heavily, spending almost all of her time trying to climb the social ladders that hung around Hogwarts. And, much to her surprise, she’s managed to climb all the way to the top.This year, she thinks she’s finally got it figured out and has officially dubbed herself “Hufflepuff Princess.”

( ALIAS ) : Quinn
( AGE ) : 20
( EXPERIENCE ) : Forever and ever, since the world began.
( CONTACT INFO ) : Just PM my Admin account, please!
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Admin :]
( CODE WORD ) : Alas! Earwax!
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

Marlene McKinnon hated dresses. She hated them more than she hated...brussels sprouts. Or getting up before 8:14 in the morning. She hated dresses more than she hated Hufflepuffs...and that was saying something. They were her most loathed clothing item in her closet...in fact, that was why there were only two dresses in her closet: one for funerals and the other for weddings. She stood in front of the entrance to the maze, staring down at herself with wide-eyes. She wasn’t sure who’s idea it had been to dress her in such a...revealing outfit, but now she was stuck in it. She bit down on her lip as she looked up, making sure that no one was staring at her. She was unbelievably self-conscious about this whole thing...and it was very unlike her. For one, her dress was pink. It was more pink than a bottle of peptobysmol. In fact, just looking at it made her slightly nauseous. It was the kind of dress that people wore on the red carpet in Hollywood...somewhere she had never dreamed - nor ever wanted - to go. Reaching down, she tugged at the waistline of her dress, trying to get it to go lower than it was...she wasn’t used to having her clothing so form fitting anyway. When she had managed to fail at pulling her waistline any lower than it already was, Marlene walked toward the entrance to the maze.

Entrance to the maze/dance was easy: just wear a mask. Marly had already chosen one that was slightly odder than her outfit. It was black lace with a pink detail that matched her dress almost perfectly (Brie and Misty had been the ones dressing her up...), covering most of her face so her identity would be a secret...at least for a little while. ‘At least until someone notices the way that I’m walking in these bloody heels,’ She thought with a groan as she pulled her heel out of the ground. For one, she wasn’t used to heels in general and the idea of them sinking deeper and deeper into the ground with her body weight was terrifying. She could only hope that she wouldn’t be falling tonight, ”Ugh.” She groaned as she pulled her heel out of the soil again. This wasn’t happening. Slowly, leaning down and reaching into her purse, she pulled out her pair of combat boots. She slid out of the heels that she had previously been wearing and pulled the boots on. She was thankful for the charm that allowed her tiny bag to hold all of her trinkets. She wasn’t sure what she would have done without it. Laughing, she stared at the heels that were in front of her. No one was going to miss them. She walked toward the entrance without paying the bloody foot-traps another minute of her attention.

She made it past the statues that were guarding the entrance with ease, finding herself in a maze made entirely of hedges. Marly couldn’t help but smile to herself. There was candlelight that seemed to be illuminating the path, giving it an eerie and yet strangely romantic glow. Using her left hand, she gathered the layers of chiffon that cascaded from her dress and pulled them up so that she was showing more than half of her thigh and exposing her daring choice of combat boots. However, she couldn’t help but laugh when she thought of how disastrous she really looked. Anyone who saw her was going to think that they had let the freaks out of Azkaban. She left her hand on the right side of the wall, knowing that would be her ticket back, should she need it, and began following the path, not paying attention to the fact that she was traveling further and further away from the sounds of merriment and closer to the silence that awaited the rest of the maze.

The sounds had all but faded from the crowd at the dance when Marly heard something behind her snap, ”Who’s there?” She breathed, slightly unnerved about someone following her. How had she not noticed sooner?