ZEPKA, Brionye Aria

BRIONYE ARIA ZEPKA ,


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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 ) : Brionye Aria Zepka
( NICKNAMES ) : Bria is just fine
( SEX ) : female.
( BLOOD TYPE ) : pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : April 4, 17
( YEAR ) : 7Th year
( HOUSE ) : hufflepuff
( CANON? ) : no
( OCCUPATION ) : student
( AFFILIATION ) : neutral, for now
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : heterosexual
( WAND ) : 10 1/2, Veela Hair, Apple

( LIKES ) :

• Animals
• Food
• Love
• Coffee
• Order

( DISLIKES ) :

• Violence
• Cruelty
• Having No Say In Her Life
• Being Over Protected
• Hatred

( STRENGTHS ) :

• Independence
• Hardworking
• Caring

( WEAKNESSES ) :

• Caring
• Independant
• Shyness

( AMORTENTIA ) :

• Ink
• Coffee
• Rain
• Flowers

( RIDDIKULUS! ) :

Since loosing her mother, Bria doesn't want to loose her father as well.

( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :

When Bria finally got to Hogwarts, and she was almost free to do what she pleased.

( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :

The day her mother died, and it was the first time she had seen her father cry.

( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :

To have her mother back with get again.

( PERSONALITY ) :

Bria is an oddly cheerful being. She seems to let nothing ever bring her down. And makes everyone around her feel better too. Bria just shakes things that are harmful away, and doesn't let anything shake or hurt her. At least on the outside. But since she has learned to take care of herself withought the help of her over-protective father, Bria has been able to concur many of her fears and douts about the world. Turns out, all that needed to happen was for her to be set free and she would reach her full potential, and truly bloom.

Bria likes to do things by herself, let it be failing or succeeding at something. She feels that if she can so something on her own, then she really learned from it and got what she needed from it. Because if someone helped you, how did that help you? At least that's how Bria see's it. And she has a very interesting way of looking at things. Because if she can't figure something out, she will not give up and will not get help from anyone. Then when she finally figures it out she will do a little dance that is really funny and slightly awkward for anyone who watches.

( HAIR ) :

Brionye's hair is father long, and she likes it like that because she feels she looks like a guy with ought it long. Plus, she has the ability to change her appearance, and can make her hair any color or length that she wants. But is annoyingly stick-straight, and blonde. So Brionye makes her hair curl most of the time.

( EYES ) :

Brionye completely hates her eyelashes. They are short and light blonde, and she has been working on how to change them, but they seem to have a mind of their own. So what she does is put a lot of mascara on them, and it makes them longer. Her eyes on the other hand are just fine, and are naturally a beautiful bluish-grey color and almond shaped.

( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) :

Brionye's face is usually, with beautiful cheek bones, and a nose that is a little long abs pointed, but Brionye is also working on taming that and making it shrink just a little, and become less pointed.

( BODY STRUCTURE ) :

Rather lanky and tall. Brionye stands at a height of about 5'4 1/2. With long legs, Brionye is very skinny, and weighs only about 109lb. Brionye is lightly muscled, and is oddly strong for her light weight.

( ATTIRE ) :

Brionye wears what most students wear. Her robe and simple jeans under it. When she isn't wearing her robe for school, Brionye is probably wearing a sweater or simple shirt with a stupid pun or something on it.

( PLAY-BY ) : Claire Holt

( PARENTS ) :

Gramm Koralln Zepka, 39, Ministory Worker, Father, alive
Maybell Klairess Zepka[Marley], 26, _____, mother, dead

( SIBLINGS ) :

Bram Angello Zepka, 21, brother, former Gryffindor

( OTHERS ) :

( HISTORY ) :

Brionye's life started out great. She had an older brother, and two parents that loved her, Maybell and Gramm Zepka. How could life for a child get any better. That's just it, it couldn't. To Gramm, Bria was his little angel. He lived her to death, and Bram, Bria's older brother, cared about her, but not quiet as much. And Maybell loved that she had a little girl that she could take care of. Life for them all was just perfect. And for some years that would soon follow, life would continue on this good. Until something would break them all.

The day Maybell died, was the day Bria saw her father cry. It scared her tremendously, she had never seen her fated cry before, and that told her something was really wrong. Specially to a five-year-old girl. Bram didn't know what to think either, and when each of then heard that their mother had died, they couldn't believe what they where hearing until it all sunk in, and the eight-year-old and five-year-old where left crying on their father lap as he cried with them. That was an extremely sad day for all of the Zepka's.

For the next 6 years, Bria would be left to wonder how her mother died. Memories of her mother have already started to fade from her memory, and she is forced to go to pictures to remember what her mothers face looks like. And she is guarded from everything in the world by Gramm, who is a seemingly over protective father. But Bria knows that he just wants her safe, even if he may be a little extreme sometimes.

When her letter from Hogwarts finally came, Bria was ecstatic. This had been what she was waiting for. This was the letter where she would be able to get away from all the over protection her father had smuggled her with and finally let her become what she knew that she could be, a great witch. To Bria, it was too late, but she was happy to get out when she could. Actually, she was somewhat surprised that her father was letting her go concidering the amount of protection her had given her, and couldn't seem to let her out of his sight for a few seconds with ought freaking out.

The train ride to Hogwarts with her cat, Hallow, seemed to be endless. But when she finally got there, her breath was taken away by the large castle that lay before her. It was a place her would grow to love from that point on.

Though the castle itself may have taken Bria's breath away, but the great hall was even more spectacular. With the ceiling that made her jaw drop open in aw. And the talking hat that was to place her in the house of Hufflepuff where she would prosper and bloom into a great witch.

( ALIAS ) :

Raegan

( AGE ) :

14

( EXPERIENCE ) :

for 3 years

( CONTACT INFO ) :

by pm

( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) :

on an affiliate

( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

Rabbitfoot just needed to try and keep herself as calm as she could. Even if her clan mate was acting like a mouse-brain. He didn't understand much of anything. He seemed to think every warrior was different. Not always true. All warriors had faith and loyalty to his or her clan. With a ever growing hunger to prove themselves to the clan that they had lived and grown in. It was how every warrior was. At least warriors that wanted to actually be in a clan. Rabbitfoot knew she wanted to do the best she could for get clan, and also prove that she was a valuable member. IceClan warriors where like that to.

Apprentices where the same in every clan as well. In each clan, they wanted to show everyone just how much they could do. Rabbitfoot knew that when she was an apprentice, she wanted to go show everyone that she was worth a lot to the clan. It was probably the same with the she-cat Rabbitfoot had sided with. Every apprentice was like that. Wanting to show everyone they where the vest in the clan. Some even tryed to say and show everyone they where the best in every clan. So, all in all, inside, the clans where not all that different. Rabbitfoot just needed to somehow show that to Emberfeather.


"I want you Treeclan trash out of here. If you speak to me like that again I am going to report you to Wildstar and Beechstar. Then you'll be sorry,"

Rabbitfoot couldn't help but crack a small smile at what the apprentice said. She really was doing her best to differed her clan. Though, Rabbitfoot did take slight offense to having a warrior in her clan called trash. But that helped Rabbitfoit to see it how the apprentice saw it. She still didn't know the name of the younge she-cat. Rabbitfoot was tempted to ask the apprentice. But, wasn't really sure if this was the time. Each cat was equally angry. With being called trash, Rabbitfoot wouldn't really be in any mood to talk.

"You might call me trash, but you are the biggest ungrateful trashy warrior I have ever seen,"

Rabbitfoot just shook her head slightly. It was almost unnoticeable. She was tired of all the arguing between the two clans. TreeClan was going to be her for a while, sadly. So why argue and make enimies? Why not make a friend or two. It would probably be the best idea. As she had thought before, it would help in more ways then one. Rabbitfoot just dropped it. Each clan just needed to drop their fighting and make friends with each other. Rabbitfoot was just sick of it!

"Lets not mess with the depressed and unworthey cat. It is not ready to even witness our exsictance due to how godly we seem. Let us go for she shall watch full of envy."