Post by MILA LANCASTER on May 21, 2024 12:24:24 GMT -5
Mila Lancaster
Birthday: June 10th
Blood Status: Halfblood
Location of Residence: London, England
School: Hogwarts
House: Slytherin
Appearance:
Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Goal-oriented, resourceful and self-confident.
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Overbearing, vain and deceptive.
Three Random Facts:
• Mila's mother, Emmeline Lancaster, is a famously retired model and revered fashion designer. Ever since she was little, Mila has been utilized as her mother's primary muse and the face of her brand. Though she models less frequently now, she is forever immortalized through the various campaigns and editorials she shot for her mother's company, "BLUSH".
• Despite being born into a life of wealth and privilege, Mila always thoroughly enjoyed the idea of cooking and entertaining. The family employed private chefs at home, and she would often sneak into the kitchens to watch them prepare various dishes, or even assist in plating and garnishing. After pleading with her parents, they agreed to grant her the key to their summer house in Portmeirion when she turns eighteen, where she'll be permitted to host lavish dinner parties and soirees on her own.
• Mila will often fib and tell strangers she has a quarter Veela blood in her lineage to seem impressive (and because she thinks they're stunningly gorgeous), but while her family is full of beautiful socialites and aristocrats, they're all as muggle as you can get.
Aspirations:
• SHORT-TERM: Currently, Mila prefers to focus on her academics and social fulfillment. This includes building strong rapport with both her peers and her professors, creating a dependable routine for herself, perfecting her time management and organizational skills as well as integrating herself within prominent social circles and participating actively in group activities both within and outside of the classroom. She's understood for quite a long time now the importance of networking and connections, and looks to at least put down roots early so that by the time she graduates, she will have a vast array of contacts to fall back on. In the simplest terms, she's trying to achieve good grades and create lasting relationships.
• LONG-TERM: Her long-term goals include such things as graduating with stellar N.E.W.T scores to entice prospective future employers once she's graduated, embark on a rewarding career in wizarding food and hospitality (her ultimate goal is to someday own a chain of gourmet restaurants and hotels), potentially settle down and marry and then simply enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Favourite Class: Charms.
Least Favourite Class: History of Magic.
Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Cauldron Cakes.
Thoughts on Blood Purism:
Being a Halfblood, she has been on the receiving end of cruel and prejudiced behavior more than once. It's a strange contrast to muggle society, where she's often placed on a pedestal and revered for her family's fame, fortune and popularity. Personally she has no qualms with a person based on their blood status, and feels blood purism is an extremely archaic and dangerous manner of thinking. Having been a victim of it herself, she finds it inexcusable and repulsive, and will not hesitate to voice those thoughts to anyone who might try and treat her as lesser because she's halfblood.
Thoughts on the Government:
She only trusts in the government because she has no choice, but doesn't truly believe that they all have society's best interests at heart. Wizarding or otherwise. She knows that some government officials genuinely want to make a change and use their position to do good, but for the most part, anyone with so much power and authority always have hidden agendas.
Family:
Nathan Lancaster — Father, Muggleborn. CEO of the Lancaster Group.
Emmaline Verène — Mother, Muggleborn. Retired model and socialite.
Roleplay Example:
( NOTE: This is not Harry Potter related, but it's a snippet from something I wrote recently. )
The land was colorless and cold here. The sort of cold that seeped deep into the bones and rendered the limbs slow and heavy, as though they'd been encased in iron. The earth was soft and waterlogged, and the skies remained a steadfastly stormy grey, opening occasionally to unleash a steady onslaught of rain that whipped across the hillsides and battered the trees. Navigating the roads had proven an arduous task in and of itself, as the hard packed dirt turned to mud that clung infuriatingly to her boots— as though in some malicious attempt to keep her rooted there. Eventually she fled and took shelter beneath the leafy, verdant canopy of the birches and maples in a desperate attempt to elude the storm, and to her relief, it did provide some small reprieve from the worst of it.
She assumed she was somewhere between the outskirts of the Echovald and western Droellfa, where the wildness of the forests began to disperse and become a sprawl of open fields and farmland in its stead. More than once she'd stumbled across a small hamlet or quaint riverside village, but had opted to seek shelter elsewhere. Someplace the people weren't so close-knit, so attentive or so naturally distrustful. A woodling wandering alone, and touched by the crystal no less, would surely receive a far more hostile reception than most any other wayward stranger just passing through. And so she'd forged on. Exhausted. Hungry. Aimless. Dressed in the clothes she'd left home with which, now, were little more than tattered rags.
And the ominous hum of the crystal always in the back of her mind. Its presence dark and oppressive and all-consuming. Seductive. Tantalizing.
She assumed she was somewhere between the outskirts of the Echovald and western Droellfa, where the wildness of the forests began to disperse and become a sprawl of open fields and farmland in its stead. More than once she'd stumbled across a small hamlet or quaint riverside village, but had opted to seek shelter elsewhere. Someplace the people weren't so close-knit, so attentive or so naturally distrustful. A woodling wandering alone, and touched by the crystal no less, would surely receive a far more hostile reception than most any other wayward stranger just passing through. And so she'd forged on. Exhausted. Hungry. Aimless. Dressed in the clothes she'd left home with which, now, were little more than tattered rags.
And the ominous hum of the crystal always in the back of her mind. Its presence dark and oppressive and all-consuming. Seductive. Tantalizing.
ALIAS: Claire
OTHER CHARACTERS: --
WELCOME BUDDY?: Yes
CANON?: No
WANTED AD?: No
