Post by adgey on Jul 2, 2013 8:50:29 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] danica mila krum. sixteen. gryfindor. a 11 1/2 hard ash wand with a primeape fur core. melissa benoist. | |
[rs=2] | basics, basics, basics hello! my name is danica mila krum. my father, as you’ve obviously guessed by your excited jumping up and down, is viktor krum. famouse quiditch star. well ex, he’s retired and is coaching the bulgarian national team now. my mother is elena nee. velichkov. i have an older sister, and two younger sisters. we’ve all attended hogwarts, dad really enjoyed his time here for the triwizard tournament, and he stayed close with the potters so it only made sense for us to come here. when i first came to hogwarts i was sorted into gryffindor. the hat had a seriously hard time deciding where to put me. it very seriously thought about putting me into slytherin. mostly it just kept telling me that with my absolute need to win and desire to prove myself i’d fit right in there. then it said that my heart was to pure and that i was too friendly and to thirsty for love to go there. finally it settled on gryffindor. my dad was so happy when i told him i was there. he’d been hoping we’d all be placed there with the majority of the weasley’s and potter’s. my older sister had been put into ravenclaw, and with the other two going to slytherin and hufflepuf respectively i was the golden child for getting put into gryffindor. we’re just a lovely mixed bag us krum girls, one in each house. and we are all rather different i suppose, but then again we’re pretty similar too. my older sister is such a know it all that we all joked she was perfect for ravenclaw. our parents didn’t really care where we were placed, though i guess my sister getting put into slytherin came as a bit of a nasty shock. anywho i’m getting off topic. so yes i am in gryffindor, in my 6th year and sixteen obviously. i probably look the most like my mother out of us girls. i’m petite, like only 5’5 and so thin i think the nurse keeps thinking i have an eating disorder. but i’m very athletic and way stronger then i look. when i get pissed i could probably beat up a 6’5 220 pound beater. my mom always joked they must have sent her home with the wrong baby that was half veela when i got into a good temper tantrum. oh off topic again, ok so i have a 11 1/2 hard ash wand with a primeape fur core. i actually find wandlore really interesting so i do know a bit about my wand. basically the fact that i’m stubborn is the main reason i probably got a wand made of ash, though i’m not brash and don’t go head long in to things, even when i’m pissed, so ash was perfect. the primeape fur core is from a creature that is tempermental as all hell and has no fixed shape, showing my temper and the fact that i often have people tell me i am a crazy slytherin gryffindor mix. the hard aspect of it shows my stubborn side and my drive to win, hence why i had a wand i had to fight to win over. it’s rather a bit longer then you’d expect for someone of my size, but olivander said that just went towards my large personality. i do love my wand. go back to the start ok so i already told you about my parents. the are wonderful. both bulgarian, though i know that they didn’t start out right away. dad has actually confided in me that he thought he was in love with someone else when he met our mom. he’d been in love with gabrielle delacour for some time. him and mom were just friends, but then over time he realized he was just fascinated with gabrielle’s veela charms and looks and that he truly loved mom. mom for her part says that she knew she had him from the begining, it just took him a while to realize he was caught. i love seeing my parents together, because even after all this time they’re still so much in love. it took them a while before they had kids. but then they had one a year after the first one. me and my sisters are all almost exactly a year apart each. growing up with that many sisters, and all that close in age was interesting to say the least. i almsot felt sorry for dad that he was stuck in a house full of girls. he never seemed to mind though. but he was determined that at least one of us would follow in his footsteps, thus why each of us was given a toy broomstick almsot instantly after being born. we’ve all flown more then walked probobaly. but not all of us girls took to it as much as the others. i was one of the few who’ve actually fallen in love with it as much as dad. i feel more like myself when i’m in the air. the only other time i feel that same sense of self, and freedom is when i’ve got a guitar in my hands. my mother was one who always seemed to be singing. she sang to us at night as she tucked us in, she sang as she cooked, and she sang in the shower. she just always like to sing. music was really big in my life from an early age. i would always sing along with mom. i’m pretty sure about 90% of my life is set to music. if i can get away with it i play music on a personal player in class, there’s always music playing in my room, or when i’m practicing on the pitch. as i said i was sorted into gryffindor, and almost instantly i was absorbed into that world. i’d always known the weasley’s and potter’s from my dad’s friendship with harry. now i was with them every day. it was sort of cool being around other people my age, who weren’t my sisters. i realized i get along with guy’s way better then other girls. generally i tend to get overly furstrated and confused with other girls. i don’t understand all the drama. i do have a few girls that i get along with, but for the large majority my friends are guys. let’s dig deeper well i’ve said a bit about my personality already. basically you can tell from my wand that i am stubborn, i don’t like to loose, i’m determined and i have a temper. i may be small, but i’m surprisingly strong. and when i’m pissed i can be down right scary according to my sisters. i am really a very nice, bubbly person though. i like to have fun and hang out with friends. and really i do have allot of friends. while i said before i don’t really get along with girls as well as guys i do still have lots of female friends. just lots more that are guys. probably my best friend is a guy. he’s actually like the brother i never had, pretty sure either of us would do anything for the other. i tend to make friends easily, and with me once i consider you my friend it’s not something that changes easily. there aren’t many people i’ve considered friends that i don’t any more. one in particular is masen dolohov. but i don’t much feel like talking about him right now. i’m not one of those girls that sleeps around with every guy. in fact i’m still a virgin. and i’m not embarassed by that like some people are. i just haven’t found the right person, thought i had but i guess i was wrong. i do like to flirt with guys, but that’s about it. i have zero luck when it comes to guys, i’ve only had a couple boyfriends. when it comes to guys i’m better at being friends with them. loves and hates probably the best way to get me to forgive you for something is to bring me ice cream, cotton candy ice cream is the best bet. but if i’m pissed at you best is to get me a shot of tequilla and a muggle cigarello. i know i know, doesn’t seem like it would calm someone down, but it does work. it’s better then punching a wall, which i have done a few times. i love peaches and steak and i love sitting out in the sun and baking all my cares away. i also love the feeling of having a guy hold me. ya ok that one was really cheesey but whatever. i hate to loose, i’m probably the most competitive person i know after my dad. i’ll do just about anything to win, even if it’s just an argument. i’m also too stubborn to admit that i’m wrong sometimes if i realize i am. i also refuse to back down if someone pushes me. i have a pretty short temper. and once you set it off it can turn pretty violent. the quickest way to set me off is to do something to my family, or say something about them. i have a weakness for puppies and my favorite animal is a gyrfalcon, which is also my potronus. above all else i love tattoos, seriously i think i'm addicted to them. i've got 5 already, two on each forearm running along the bone, another on my hip, one on my right side and one on my left side. it would take way to long to detail them but just look for them, i'm not afraid to show them off. i like guys, what girl doesn’t? ok well i’m guessing lesbians don’t, obviously. i’ve had a few boyfriends, but there was only ever really one that’s seemed to stuck somehow. masen dolohov. just saying his name is enough to make me start shaking in anger. we met years ago, at a quiditch match in the vip box, then we sort of became friends. it was always a little odd, being in two seperate houses and with him being raised in pretty strict pureblood ways. but we made it work. and we constantly flirted. eventually, in my fourth year, we sort of ended up getting together after kissing one day. it was amazing, not going to lie i fell head over heels for him. i didn’t really tell him as much though. i wasn’t quite ready to tell him. and then, at a party, some drunk ass hole grabbed me and started making out with me and trying to sexually assault me. i was trying as hard as possible to get him off of me. i did manage to, and then i cursed the ever living hell out of him. little did i know that masen had come into the party right before and had seen it all. or well i thought he had. what he thought he saw was me mutually making out with a guy. so of course he ended things, and wouldn’t hear my side of it. i found out, through my best friend, that it was masen’s friggen pureblood elitist parents that had paid the guy to break me and masen up. and, again, masen wouldn’t hear any of the truth. i couldn't believe that this guy, who'd been nothing but amazing to me and who i was completely in love with wouldn't even listen to me. would so easily believe that i would cheat on him. and that he couldn't tell i had been trying to get the guy off of me. something in me broke when i realized he could so easily brush off our relationship without even trying to listen to my side. since then things have been pretty nasty between us. we avoid each other like the plague, getting into huge fights if we even talk. but i can’t help but still melt any time i see his smile. pisses me off to no end. i’ve tried dating other guys to get over him and it’s not working. but the thing that really gets me is when i see him with another girl. it takes everything in me to stop myself from knocking those girls out. i try, don’t always succeed though. shhh don’t tell anyone well my big secret is that i’m still in love with masen. the other is that i might not actually follow in my fathers footsteps into the quiditch world. i want to, but i also want to sing proffesionally. i’m constantly torn between the two. i’ve still got a year and a bit to figure it out though thankfully. and finally my last secret.... i HATE my accent. obviously i have a heavy bulgarian accent and it does nothing but piss me off. people constantly bug me about it and nothing i do will get rid of it. |
adgey. twenty five. somewhere between 7 and 9. |