Post by sue marie sylvester on Jun 17, 2011 13:55:31 GMT -5
SUSAN MARIE SYLVESTER
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I miss my sister.
Every night at 10 or so, she used to call me on the phone, and when I asked her why. She told me her body told her… she wanted to hear my voice. I miss my sister. The smell of her shampoo. The way she could always convince me to read her another book. When you love someone like I loved her, there’s a part of you it’s like you’re attached by this invisible tether, and no matter how far away you are you can always feel them. And now every time I reach for that tether I know there’s no one on the other end, and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness. And then I remember Jean. I remember a life lead with no enemies, no resentments, no regrets and I’m inspired to get up out of bed and go on. I miss my sister so much it feels like piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time I want to hold her. Just ten more seconds— is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her?[/color][/font][/center]
COME INTO MY WORLD
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FULL NAME:
Professor Susan Marie Sylvester.
NICKNAMES:
Just "Sue."
AGE:
Do not ask for her age.
BIRTH DATE:
Her birthdate is unknown, and she is not the kind to give it out.
BLOOD TYPE:
Pureblood.
SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual.
HOUSE & YEAR:
Head of Slytherin House.
OCCUPATION:
Potions professor.
IT'S THE BEST WAY OF LIVING
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PLAYBY:
Jane Marie Lynch.
BEST TRAITS:
You've got to be kidding me.
WORST TRAITS:
-Sarcastic.
-Better than you.
-Will destroy you.
-Hates people.
-Sour attitude.
PERSONALITY:
Susan Marie Sylvester could simply be described as a rotten apple. She absolutely despises everyone she comes across, no matter what. Her attitude can be waived for Slytherins, but only on few occasions. For every comment, this woman has a witty, sarcastic response to retort with. She's better than everyone else in every way, at least in her mind.
Sue's sister was born mentally handicapped, with absolutely no way to repair the damages. Although Sylvester was hateful to everyone else, she adored her sister. She loved her with all her heart. Sadly, others weren't that way. Sue witnessed others joke about her sister, or neglect her, or blatantly belittle her and treat her with disrespect. Sue has since focused on seeing the bad in everybody, rather than looking for the good. Ever since her sister passed away, the last trace of hope and love succumbed to her built up rage, free to be passed on to those she crosses.
FEAR IS WITHERING THE SOUL
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NATIONALITY:
English.
HOME TOWN:
Liverpool.
FINANCIAL STATUS:
Upper Class.
PARENTS:
Doris Sylvester - Distant mother. Alive.
SIBLINGS:
Jean Sylvester - Mentally-ill sister. Deceased.
OTHERS:
No one else is important.
HISTORY:
The witch (which describes both her profession and her personality) was born into interesting household circumstances. Her father had either passed away or run off before her birth; Doris never wanted to talk about him. Hell, Doris never wanted anything to do with Sue at all. She often found herself in company with her older, yet mentally-ill sister, confiding in her the deepest secrets she had to offer. The two had a strong relationship built together. Before she knew it, the younger of the Sylvester Sisters found herself at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had a knack for Potions, and quickly became one of the smartest of the bunch.
Graduating was nothing for Sue. She aced all of her classes, and was truly of the best of the best. However, she always felt empty without her sister. Sue always longed that Jean could have had the opportunity to successfully graduate and spend every moment together, but given the situation it was impossible. Jean always urged her sister to not worry about her and to focus on bigger and better things. She tried, but it was tough. After graduating, Sue picked up odd-and-end jobs to occupy her time. Money was nothing, but she loved keeping herself busy. If she wasn't working, she was spending time with her sister. Unfortunately, she witnessed the mockery and ridicule that came with a retarded lifestyle, and grew a dark hatred into her heart. She scorned others even if they just glanced at her sister differently. The feelings developed over the years, growing more and more angry.
Sue always had an interest in teaching at Hogwarts, no matter how impatient she grew with the younger generation. With the events that unfolded in the Potter-era, she waited until an opportunity arose. It didn't take long for Horace Slughorn, the Potions teacher prior and post-Snape, to leave his position. Sue Sylvester practically waltzed into Hogwarts andexpressed her interestdemanded the role of Potions professor. Due to her experienced past, she was accepted as a teacher and very quickly as the Head of Slytherin. However, a sudden death in the family tipped Sue's hatred. Depression ensued, following an overwhelming sense of rage. She's often seen rampaging through the halls, and is noted for being extremely strict with taking away House Points. Be on your toes while dealing with her!
SEE WHO I AM
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ALIAS:
Mike.
RP EXPERIENCE:
5+ years.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Mike Chang.
CODE WORD:
ADMIN EDIT!
SAMPLE POST:
The young teenager was now pacing his living room floor, as nervous as could be. The crush of his life was about to step through the front door, and Mike was about to pour all of his thoughts and emotion out to the man. How stupid of an idea could this be? he thought to himself. He probably doesn't even have the same feelings for me in return. Hell, he's not even gay! Mike kept repeating the play-by-play of his projected conversation, and each time it grew worse and worse. Sam would look at his best friend in disgust at how gay Mike was, or he'd storm off and never want to be friends again. Or worse, he'd run off and tell everyone what a monster Mike had become. Pain flooded Chang's face at the thought of his best friend looking down on him like that.
"Alright, it's settled," he openly sighed. "I'm not telling him."
Kurt would be a good listener. I should tell him first. He probably wouldn't out me! Thoughts raced through his head, looking for an alternative that never came. All of a sudden, heavy taps on the door echoed throughout the empty living room. Mike froze in shock, not knowing what to do. Should I answer it? Maybe he won't think I'm home. Realizing the stupidity in the thought, he mentally trashed that idea. After a few moments of heavy silence and glaring at the door, Mike decided to go let Sam in. However, his body disagreed with him; the dancer's usually-limber feet felt like they were paved with cement, not wanting to go to the door. "God, he just wants to watch Avatar, let him in," he whispered. Before he made it to the door, Mike's eyes scanned the house for anything out of the way or anything that needed cleaned. After he decided that he had wasted enough time, Mike's trembling hands opened the door.
Standing at the doorstep was none other than Sam himself, looking as good as ever. Sam was one of the most likable people, in Mike's opinion. He was always cool to be around, knew some of the most off-the-wall trivia you could ask for, and most importantly was just a good friend if you ever needed one. Today Sam was wearing his purple and black striped hoodie - one that Mike had seen him wear one too many times before - and some faded jeans. All in all, he looked absolutely adorable today. However, it was never the clothes that made Sam "Sam." It was his smile, and it was being worn in all its glory. Apparently the blonde was ecstatic about watching Avatar with his best bud. Mike automatically felt horrible for feeling nervous and worried instead of matching Sam's excitement, but flashed a smile anyway.
"Hey, Sam! Of course you can come in." Mike held the door open for the fellow nerdy jock, only to watch as he darted to the DVD player toting the case that held Avatar within. He watched as Sam went off and did his own thing, rambling on in utter excitement about how amazing the movie was. And about how you can't not like the movie. And about how he couldn't help but think about spending time with Mike all day. Mike's nerves were instantly cooled when he saw Sam all giddy about their plans. The thoughts he had earlier, about him running off at the sound of Mike being bisexual, didn't seem to phase him anymore. Something told Mike that Sam would understand. They were best friends.
Mike suddenly realized that it was Sam doing all the talking, and interjected his two cents, "Dude, I'm excited too. But the movie better be as good as you claim!" The teen always had a spiel he would say to his guests, and Sam was no exception. Though he's heard it several times before, Mike always felt like he needed to say it. "I prepared snacks. There's more food in the fridge if you want, along with drinks. Cups are in the top shelf, to the right. Just ask me if you need anything. This house is your house." There, at least that was out of the way. One less thing to be worried about. While Sam was tinkering in front of the DVD player, Mike started to gather his thoughts, only to have the wall of nervousness envelop him again. Not wanting Sam to see, he jogged off into the restroom. "Be right back man," he called out.
The door was slammed shut behind him, closing off all contact between him and Sam. Mike's heart was beating fast and his chest rose in an out at a deep, quick pace. Nausea overwhelmed him, forcing Mike to prepare to aim at the toilet bowl if needed. As seconds turned to minutes, Mike's breathing returned to normal and his heart slowly stopped trying to rip out of his chest. The Asian shuffled over to the mirrored sink, examining himself. The reflection that stared back was an emotional trainwreck. "Get yourself together, Mike," he once again whispered. "Sam is out there all by himself, probably awkwardly waiting for you. He doesn't deserve to be kept waiting."
Mike's smile from earlier was all but faded away as he stepped out of the bathroom. Without even looking for Sam to make eye contact, he called out for him.
"Sam, can you come sit down? I want to talk to you before the movie starts."
Mike plopped down on the couch, aimlessly looking ahead. He prayed that Sam would understand the things that were about to be said.
"Alright, it's settled," he openly sighed. "I'm not telling him."
Kurt would be a good listener. I should tell him first. He probably wouldn't out me! Thoughts raced through his head, looking for an alternative that never came. All of a sudden, heavy taps on the door echoed throughout the empty living room. Mike froze in shock, not knowing what to do. Should I answer it? Maybe he won't think I'm home. Realizing the stupidity in the thought, he mentally trashed that idea. After a few moments of heavy silence and glaring at the door, Mike decided to go let Sam in. However, his body disagreed with him; the dancer's usually-limber feet felt like they were paved with cement, not wanting to go to the door. "God, he just wants to watch Avatar, let him in," he whispered. Before he made it to the door, Mike's eyes scanned the house for anything out of the way or anything that needed cleaned. After he decided that he had wasted enough time, Mike's trembling hands opened the door.
Standing at the doorstep was none other than Sam himself, looking as good as ever. Sam was one of the most likable people, in Mike's opinion. He was always cool to be around, knew some of the most off-the-wall trivia you could ask for, and most importantly was just a good friend if you ever needed one. Today Sam was wearing his purple and black striped hoodie - one that Mike had seen him wear one too many times before - and some faded jeans. All in all, he looked absolutely adorable today. However, it was never the clothes that made Sam "Sam." It was his smile, and it was being worn in all its glory. Apparently the blonde was ecstatic about watching Avatar with his best bud. Mike automatically felt horrible for feeling nervous and worried instead of matching Sam's excitement, but flashed a smile anyway.
"Hey, Sam! Of course you can come in." Mike held the door open for the fellow nerdy jock, only to watch as he darted to the DVD player toting the case that held Avatar within. He watched as Sam went off and did his own thing, rambling on in utter excitement about how amazing the movie was. And about how you can't not like the movie. And about how he couldn't help but think about spending time with Mike all day. Mike's nerves were instantly cooled when he saw Sam all giddy about their plans. The thoughts he had earlier, about him running off at the sound of Mike being bisexual, didn't seem to phase him anymore. Something told Mike that Sam would understand. They were best friends.
Mike suddenly realized that it was Sam doing all the talking, and interjected his two cents, "Dude, I'm excited too. But the movie better be as good as you claim!" The teen always had a spiel he would say to his guests, and Sam was no exception. Though he's heard it several times before, Mike always felt like he needed to say it. "I prepared snacks. There's more food in the fridge if you want, along with drinks. Cups are in the top shelf, to the right. Just ask me if you need anything. This house is your house." There, at least that was out of the way. One less thing to be worried about. While Sam was tinkering in front of the DVD player, Mike started to gather his thoughts, only to have the wall of nervousness envelop him again. Not wanting Sam to see, he jogged off into the restroom. "Be right back man," he called out.
The door was slammed shut behind him, closing off all contact between him and Sam. Mike's heart was beating fast and his chest rose in an out at a deep, quick pace. Nausea overwhelmed him, forcing Mike to prepare to aim at the toilet bowl if needed. As seconds turned to minutes, Mike's breathing returned to normal and his heart slowly stopped trying to rip out of his chest. The Asian shuffled over to the mirrored sink, examining himself. The reflection that stared back was an emotional trainwreck. "Get yourself together, Mike," he once again whispered. "Sam is out there all by himself, probably awkwardly waiting for you. He doesn't deserve to be kept waiting."
Mike's smile from earlier was all but faded away as he stepped out of the bathroom. Without even looking for Sam to make eye contact, he called out for him.
"Sam, can you come sit down? I want to talk to you before the movie starts."
Mike plopped down on the couch, aimlessly looking ahead. He prayed that Sam would understand the things that were about to be said.
THE WORLD IS IN OUR HANDS
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIA OF CAUTION AND POTTERWATCH.
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