O U T O F C H A R A C T E RName: Amber
Gender: Female
Age: 18
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Any other characters on Potter's Army: None.
B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O NName: Isidora Lestrange (Isi or Dora for short)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Blood Status: Pureblood
Year AND Age: 37
Birthday: October 30
Preferred houses: Ex Ravenclaw
Canon or Original: Canon
Play-by: Sarah Brightman
A P P E A R A N C EHeight: 5'5"
Hair: Long, black-brown curly
Eye colour: Blue
Skin: Caucasian
General Appearance: Isidora stands at 5'5" and weighs in at 122 lb. Her hair is a black-brown color and goes to the middle of her back, depending on how she styles it. She either wears it curly or wavy and, occasionally straight. Her eyes are a light blue and her skin is neither very pale nor tan. She usually looks very docile and calm.
P E R S O N A L I T YSkills: *Nonverbal magic
*Reading people
*Things dealing with herbs and potions
Weaknesses:*The love for her children
*Jealous
*Arrogant
Likes:*Classical music
*Her dogs
*Purebloods
*Being a Death Eater
Dislikes:*Being ignored
*Muggles
*To an extent Mudbloods and half-bloods (but its dependant)
*Being controlled
Motto: "Well behaved women rarely make history."
General Personality: Isidora is extremely intelligent and she is apt at reading people: their expressions and body language. She is a very proud woman, proud of her skills, her looks, her heritage. Isidora is not exactly an evil woman but her hatred runs deep which is why she joined the Death Eaters. She is also a bit promiscuous and she has been known to flirt with other men. She is a bitter woman and resents others easily. She generally keeps her emotions in check, but she is prone to outbursts. She is also quite sophisticated, preferring soft and classical music and paintings of the great artists.
H I S T O R YFamily Information:Mother- Krista Catherwood
Father- Jerad Catherwood
Sister- Elaina Catherwood (Deceased)
Husband- Thomas Lestrange
Children- Jamese (son), Elladora and Aminia (daughters)
Childhood: Isidora was born to Krista and Jerad Catherwood. Her family is a high class pureblood family from Ireland. Her parents were both big supporters of the Dark Lord, so she grew up with the mentality of hating everyone except Purebloods. That hate was even further deepened when a freak accident with a muggle (who was a killer apparently) killed her younger sister. The muggle met a very painful death, of course, but it only strengthened the family's views.
Hogwarts: In Hogwarts, Isidora was sorted into Ravenclaw because she was intelligent and eager to learn. Her parents were disappointed that she was not sorted into Slytherin but, at least she wasn't in Hufflepuff, or Heaven forbid, Gryffindor. Being in Ravenclaw hardly stopped her from being an arrogant, vindictive girl, though. In school, she found she had a knack for potions and herbology; she was terrible in Arithmancy and History of Magic.
Adulthood: She was very young when she was married off, just eighteen. She was married to Thomas Lestrange. It was soon after her marriage that she became a Death Eater, mostly because it was wanted and expected of her, though she loathed to do it because of those reasons. In the early years of her marriage, she tried to get Thomas to love her, and to get herself to actually love him, but no such feelings grew. After she realized that neither of them would grow to love one another, she started flirting with other men. Sometimes she would take a lover for the night, when Thomas was a way. She did bare her husband three children though, two girls, Aminia, who she gave up, and Elladora, and finally a son, Jamese. If she loved anyone in that house, it was her children, as mothers do.
Short Roleplay: Isisdora sat at her vanity, pulling a brush through her long hair. She stopped, her brush mid-way down her hair, and stared into the mirror, thinking. Her Thomas was away, with his mummy, probably. She sighed softly as she placed the brush down. Once again, she questioned her relationship. She had entered into the marriage for the sake of her family. When she was young and naive, she had expected love to grow. It never did. She cared for her husband, yes, but it was not actually love, and they both knew that well. In a moment of intense emotions, ones that not even she could name, she shoved everything off her vanity with one swoop of her arm, scaring the Yorkshire Terrier that lay on her bed. She sighed again, letting her head fall into her hands.