Post by Xianglian Zhen on Jul 19, 2008 1:42:01 GMT -5
COMPLETION STATUS:100%
About You
Name: Cait
Age: 19
Roleplaying Experience: 10+ years
Original Character or Canon: Original
Character
Given Name:Xianglian
Surname: Zhen
Date of Birth:
Age: 26
Lineage: Pure.
Face/Celebrity Claim: Zhang Ziyi
Physical Description: Standing somewhere around 5'3", she's rather sensitive about her height. Some say that she hasn't aged a day since Sixth or Seventh year. Her almond shaped eyes are dark hazel, almost brown, and her hair is practically black, straight, flat and reaching down to her mid-back. Lian is small and thin, typical of her Chinese ancestry, and usually wears dark greens, reds and purples. Her face is generally one of cool, airy aloofness and arrogance. When upset, her upper lip curls into a sneer and despite her small frame and stature, the look in her eyes has enough fire, passion and ferocity to scare a grown man to his very core.
On the other hand, when needed, Xianglian knows how to slip into a soft, sultry or even vulnerable demeanor like a new robe.
Character History: Born to a couple from China who moved to England to better support the Dark Lord, Xianglian grew up with an excellent sense of Evil. Learning, in her first year at Hogwarts, that she could get away with more if she appeared more innocent and friendly to authority figures, she developed a keen sense of manipulation. She continued to apply said sense to getting her way among the student body as well, mostly with the male student population as they were more susceptible to the young Slytherin's techniques. Never spoiled at home, she believed that she deserved to be at school. She got away with most misbehavior in Potions where she had finally found a teacher who saw through her tactics, but commended her on her skill: Professor Severus Snape. It was Severus who inspired her to become a Death Eater upon Voldemort's return. (Her parents played a part as well, but she truly admired Severus) Once she graduated from Hogwarts she left England to study abroad in various parts of the world. Almost immediately she began to secretly study to become an animagus, a fox, she had decided, would suit her well. With the time such learning involved she still had not mastered the ability by the time she joined the Death Eaters at the last Quidditch World Cup but has been working extra diligently on the subject ever since, seeing it as a possible asset to her Lord and Master, Voldemort.
Lian was basically trained by her parents to grow up to be useful to the Dark Lord. She was raised to be a tool of Voldemort and so they spent a good deal of money to have an elder from their family learned in the ways of the mind to tutor her in the ways of Legilimency and Occlumency. Stronger in Occlumency than Legilimency, Lian saw this-at first- as a way to get away with things. She took advantage of what she was learning and did not take to it right away. It wasn't until she was out of school, studying abroad that she went back to the family elder and attempted to learn the arts again. This time, with a bit more luck and a bit more skill. She is passable at Legilimense and can easily gain access to lesser minds and through sheer force of will and the meditation her Teacher taught her, she can worm her way into an intelligent/average-willed mind. She can even read surface thoughts of those or strong mind. However, those learned in the arts are still really beyond her abilities, though she trains regularly in the hopes that she may one day reach the level of the Greats.
Personality&Quirks
Likes: Death, carnage, blood, money, beautiful things, her Lord and Master, power, superiority, obedience and dominance.
Dislikes: Muggles, Mudbloods, Blood Traitors, ugly things, weakness, her height, willful ignorance, stupidity, underestimations and foolishness
Personality Sketch: Xianglian is calculating and cruel. She has strategy on mind at all times and is endlessly faithful to the Dark Lord. She is a sneaky little witch who could sell eggs to a pregnant dragon if she wanted to. Devious and convincing, she’s an actor with talent above all. She has a tendancey to get exactly what she wants 90% of the time. She takes her job very seriously and does not abide shirkers, bums or insubordinates. With the permission from her Lord she WILL punish those under her command violently if intimidation alone is insufficient. She cannot abide shots taken at her height and tends to violence over talk if insulted.
Quirks: Grinds her teeth when annoyed and twitches her eye when she's about to lose her temper.
The War
Affiliation:Death Eater
Why: Xianglian was bred, born and raised to serve the Dark Lord. Aside from the extreme influence of her parents, she finds Him to be awe inspiring and agrees wholeheartedly with his assessment of Blood. It's a simple matter of contamination and inferiority. If your blood has been tainted then you do not have the right to own a wand. Your life is meaningless and you are like cattle to be used or slaughtered as those above your station in life see fit.These truths are absolute to Xianglian Zhen and she holds them to be self-evident. Any Pureblood who would associate with or defend the tainted mudbloods is even worse that the mudbloods themselves.
Roleplaying Sample
Xianglian Zhen was the cruel, harsh taskmistress who headed the Dark Lord’s Imperial Guard. She was a petit woman of direct Chinese descent. Standing at approximately 5 foot 5, she was slim and fit with long dark hair and almond shaped dark eyes. Despite her size, however, she was fierce and powerful and could be extremely intimidating. Her eyes held a sort of fire and wildness that her extremely well kempt outward appearance was set in stark contrast to. She was a time bomb of epic proportions and she expected nothing short of perfection from those under her. Her hair was tied back tightly in a sophisticated bun against the nape of her neck and her face was smooth and expressionless save for the malice in her eyes. She had great contempt for those who were not fully loyal to the Dark Lord and who should her dark hazel eyes fall upon as she took her first steps into the courtroom but Percy Weasley.
Xianglian’s very core emitted a frozen heat of seething hatred. She didn’t trust the man born to Blood Traitors and it showed in the poisoned daggers she glared at him before turning her eyes to her Lord and Master.
Immediately, the usually all-too-proud woman who none would ever see bow to another outside of the Dark Lord’s presence dropped to her knees, folded them under her and put her hands together on the ground, bending forward to touch her forehead to her fingertips. “My deepest and most profound apologies for the delay, My Lord.” She stated simply and crisply, not moving from her bowed position on the floor. She knew that her absence was due to the Dark Lord’s direct orders and that they were excusable at the base of things. Nevertheless, she would not move from her place of lowliness before her Lord before she was given permission to do so. She knew her place well, though her ways of showing this were heavily influenced by the traditions of her upbringing, they were no less sincere or respectful. It could have been argued that they were even more so; throwing one’s entire self on the floor to show humbleness and averting one’s gaze from that which they do not feel worthy to gaze upon.
She would stand and take her seat when she was ordered to. No sooner and no later.
She felt a twinge of severe annoyance at the whelp who spoke out after she had addressed the Dark Lord. He was speaking out of turn as far as she was concerned, but she allowed the annoyance to roll off of her smooth pale skin as easily as she had dispatched of her earlier target. It had been a quick, simple task for her, but an excruciating end for her victim. She was pleased with the work and reminded herself of this to keep from allowing her annoyance at the newbie.
The Dark Lord spoke to her directly and a wave of pride and respect washed over her. She had been spoken to by Him on multiple occasions and he had spoken to others individually before. However, she still held this as a badge of honour. The Dark Lord had deemed her worthy of so much, and as much as she lusted to be advanced in her ranks further she was thoroughly proud to be trusted with the power, responsibility and honour she had been given by her Lord. Her thirst for power was outweighed by her devotion to her Lord and all He was. She strove for nothing more or less than to be his most trusted adviser. She would replace the likes of the Malfoys and that un-branded, unworthy Weasel He kept by his side. She was superior to them all in every way but no aspect more soundly than that of her loyalty to her Master. She would show them all. But all in due time. She would not ruin this opportunity for the sake of achieving her next goal. No, she was not so blind or juvenile.
So she had been given permission to sit only if her mission had been a success? Very well. Xianglian stood with the posture, pride, integrity and fierce presence she emitted regularly. It was almost as if she had never bowed to another individual in her life. Her very aura was one of total dominance, but she suppressed this under the eye of the Dark Lord. He was the one being she would ever bow to, ever see as greater than herself. But to those she stood among, even those she respected, she would always see herself as their better. With a smooth, silky, gliding stride full of powerful grace, she took her seat in the are reserved for His Imperial Guard, the seat closest to the Dark Lord in that area.
As she passed, she felt the hatred of one of her underlings. The Anderson boy. She knew there to be dissension in her ranks, knew his dislike of her but had not chosen to acknowledge it yet. She would decide eventually whether his disrespect to her was worthy of her attention, negatively or positively. Regardless, she ignored his but to look at him as she did every one of her Guards-the way she looked at them when she would occasionally assemble them to discuss missions-staring with a careful, discerning eye as to whether they stood/sat straight, proudly, disciplined or slouched like lazy worms. ("Worms live under the ground, they feed off of the remains of the dead. Their very food their only companion. If one wishes to be a worm, they may eat as a worm. Show you are better than this or feast upon filth!" Was her initial introduction to her feeling towards sloppiness to any and all newcomers. This was usually said to someone on their hands, accompanied by the whip-like crack and, if necessary, her petite foot on their back, pushing them face down into the floor.) Should she catch anyone being disrespectful, she would have a chat with them later.
In Burton's eyes she saw the same distant look she'd seen so many times. No doubt her mind was on a tangent. Xianglian Rarely wanted to know what Sydney Burton's mind might be doing, but she gave the girl a sharp look to remind her to focus and show respect. Cawdor was looking smug as usual, her look to him was to remind him of humility. She was not the leader of this meeting but she would be damned if she would let her Guards embarrass her or show any lack of discipline in front of their Lord.
Taking her place proudly, she turned her attention to the Dark Lord and remained respectfully silent as she waited and observed.
Code Words: ACCEPTED
