Full Character Name: Nikolette Elle Deleqoua

Nicknames (if any): “Nik”/”Nikki”

Age, Gender, Birthday: 16, female, June 21rst.

Wand: 9 inches, willow wood, strand of mer-hair.

Blood Status: Pure.

Year/House: 6th, Slytherin.

Quidditch position (if on team): N/A.

Likes/Dislikes & Talents/Weaknesses: 

- Tea, salads, wine, parties, high-heels, potions class, animals, walks, swimming, people who can stand up to her.

- Liars, cowards, yelling, those who act as if she’s unimportant, the cold, sleeping, baked-sweets.

- Singing, placed in ballet by her parents since she could walk.

- Her parents, cooking, has a fear of large birds.

Family (Parents, siblings, pets): Serena Deleqoua and Nicholi Sergeveski, has a brother named Beau Deleqoua - one she doesn’t know much about. Has a kitten named FeiFei, who is male. And a pup back home named Mops.

Preferred ships: Any (:

Quick Bio: Nik is the perfect leading example of a Slytherin, confident, fierce, and both sharp tounged and witted. Her words flow like a delicate river, however have a rather poisioness after taste. Nikolette’s looks and charm typically get her anything she wants, and that’s what she’s used to. Her parents are both wealthy and well known in the wizarding world, giving her large shoes to fill and high expectations to reach ever since she was a little girl. She’s lived her life in a straight outline; good grades, high social status. The world is but her playground and boys are but toys, after all; love, love, love; what is it good for? Absolutely nothing. But in her past lies a secret lover, whom she secretly detests. Now is she falling for someone else who she really shouldn’t? Perhaps someone in another house?

Sample: Alright, now, he did say to drink up, but, really, he didn’t expect it to be taken quite so literally. Within seconds of him polishing off his third glass, Charlotte had just drained her first and was well onto her second. The future of the pairs speeches didn’t look too good. Both of them were rather thin and no doubt hadn’t eaten much due to the brunch, so the alcohol was bound to take a toll on them. Zakky was usually used to holding his alcohol, though he’d been forced to stop going out so much as of late, and he was paying for it now. He was swaying unintentionally, though only slightly with a stupid smile resting happily upon his lips. He was just about to reach out for his fourth glass when Charlotte’s mother swooped down like a hawk and stole the tray away, muttering something about speeches as she did so. Zakky sighed, but only for a brief moment. He turned to look at Charlie who, despite the fact that she had lost her drink, was giggling like a maniac. Feeling as if it was almost contagious, Zakky joined in involuntarily. Everything didn’t seem to be such a bother nor a weight on his shoulders. Plus, even he and Charlie seemed a little more relaxed. This, THIS is how things should be. Now, if only he could be tipsy all the time without succumbing to alcohol poisoning or liver failure, Zakky would have a fine life with his family. 

After letting a brief silence fall over the pair now that their crazed and tipsy giggling had ceased, Charlie soon broke it once again, but this time with words instead of a fit of giggles. Zakky chuckled a little at her words about the hand holding and shook his head, waving his hand at her as a gesture to show that it was fine. As he did this he noted that he sleeve had lifted a little, revealing the end of his tattoos. Zakky quickly covered himself once again, giggling slightly upon doing so. “Oh, it’s fine,” he said in a very mellow tone, “,but, um….maybe we shouldn’t do that for a while.” He wasn’t trying to be a dick, even if it might’ve seen like it. He was just using Charlie’s tipsiness as an excuse to casually drop in the fact that he wasn’t too keen on physical affection. Or affection of any sort, really. But, it was better that it was coming out now and not later on when it wouldn’t be taken quite so lightly. After mentioning this, another silence settled between Zakky and Charlie, one that did not lift as soon as it was in place. Instead, the pair merely sat in their silence, listening to the gushing gossips besides them. “Oh. My. GOD. I cannot believe he’d marry her!” a voice from Zakky’s left said. Zakky turned and immediately gave the girl the lovely gesture of his middle finger. Sure, he didn’t know Charlie, but there was nothing visibly wrong with her and therefore no reason for them to mention it. As he casually gestured to the group of girls, Zakky noticed his father’s stern eye watching him carefully. His cheeks soon turned a faint pink and he quickly turned away. He could never have any fun in public. And nor was he going to ever again. Charlie soon made sure of it.

In the distance, Zak could see Mrs Chaplin gesturing madly, not in the same way he had done, but in an encouraging, almost forceful way to get her tipsy daughter to give a speech. Zakky immediately knew that it was far from the brightest of ideas, but he let Charlotte stand with a smirk upon his lips. Perhaps this would be his ticket out of the wedding. For the most part, he sat and watched Charlie’s speech happily, laughing as she mentioned that he was glad he was fit and not some overweight gamer. Heck, he even gave a little wave when Charlotte introduced him as her ‘soon-to-be husband’. But, all this joy was quick to fade as soon as Charlotte mentioned that one little word. Tattoos. Zakky’s smile vanished from his face and was replaced with a tight-lipped frown. He instinctively and discretely pulled the sleeves of his cardigan done. Even if his parents thought that Charlotte was kidding, it would not go down smoothly. Feeling rather brave, Zakky dared to take a peek at his parents’ reactions. His mother was quickly trying to dismiss it, saying that Charlotte was too involved with ‘celebratory champagne’ and could not be serious. His father, on the other hand, was wearing a look that could not just kill, but slaughter, and his fist was now so tightly clenched around his champagne flute that it looked like the glass would snap from the pressure. Charlotte soon giggled again, but unlike the last time, Zakky did not join in. He was far from joining in now. He just listened to her rant on about divorce which, again, would no doubt make steam and fire shoot out from his parents ears. Eager to dismiss what she was saying, Zakky shook his head at all the guests, clasped an imaginary champagne flute and held it to his mouth, tipping it twice and therefore gesturing that she’d had far too much to drink. A few guests nodded and turned to gossip about it, while others, including his parents, ignored it. Thankfully, Charlotte’s rather memorable speech soon ended. And not a moment too soon, from the look on his parents’ faces.

The moment she sat back down, Zakky was ready to yell at her, accuse her, say anything that would make it clear to her that he was, at the least, pissed at what she had just said. But, her trembling lip and slowly reddening eyes made him change his mind. She’d better be glad that he was tipsy, otherwise he would have been a lot less forgiving. She wanted to be happy. She wanted a marriage. She wanted divorce to be a last resort, like it should be in all marriages. Uh oh. That wasn’t what he needed to hear. Worst of all, she wanted to know if he could love her. Sure, he supposed he could. But, really, it would take him quite a while. He could simply lie and say ‘of course’, but he knew it wasn’t a smart idea. Charlotte was most definitely tipsy, but no where near drunk enough to forget what had happened. Desperate to avoid the question, Zakky smile weakly at her and said, “I think,” as he gestured to another waiter, “We could use some more champagne.” This time he did not grab the tray, but instead simply grabbed two glasses. Oh, and these ones had strawberries in them! Riveting. Zakky quickly drained him before sliding the other glass to Charlotte. It probably wasn’t such a good idea to give her anymore. She was already tipsy and making a fool out of the both of them. But, desperate to avoid marriage and answering her question, Zakky failed to see the real negative to the idea. As he watched her, eagerly awaiting Charlotte’s drink to reach her lips, he couldn’t help but notice out of the corner of his eye that his parents were talking in low whispers. Once they noticed that Zakky could see them, they quickly stopped and gestured for him to stand up and give a speech, one that was not spoken in quite the same way as Charlotte’s. Hmm, that might be a struggle.

As he stood up to give his speech, the silk of the chair seemed to get silkier still as, before he knew it, Zakky had slid off his chair and onto the ground. Fantastic way to begin his speech. He chuckled nervously as he rose to his feet and waved at all the guests. He still swayed slightly and tried his best to control it, but the four glasses of alcohol seemed to overpower him. “Heeeeeeey.” he muttered in a nervous tone of voice. “As Charlotte mentioned I’m Zak…kary. Zakkary.” He despised the use of his full first name, but for the sake of his parents, he decided now would be the best time to use it. “I don’t have tattoos, I don’t intend to get divorced and I’m really looking forward to the wedding.” Lies, lies, lies! But, who was keeping count of his little white lies? “Thankyou all for coming and I can’t wait to see you at the wedding!” With that, he quickly sat down to the sound of scattered applause. As he sat down, he realised that all that champagne had really gone through him; he needed to pee, badly. “Excuse me, won’t you?” he muttered to Charlotte before standing up and dashing to the men’s room. After going and cleaning himself up, Zakky left the bathroom, but did not return to the rehearsal. Instead, he merely stayed inside. There was no way he was going back there. Much like there was no way that he was going to be allowed home once his parents had found out that he actually had tattoos. He was fucked, and not in the good way. AND he still had to get married. With all this added pressure on, Zakky really needed another drink… “HEY! BARTENDER!” he hissed at a waiter who was slipping into the kitchen for more champagne. This particular waiter’s breast pocket bludged. Ah, so this was the one Zakky had offered a tip to. After some small talk, Zakky finally convinced the waiter to get him something. Once Zakky was handed it, the waiter disappeared. This time, Zakky didn’t have a tray of flutes, but a bottle all to himself. As he took a swig, he could feel life getting easier once again…

/Sample is from an older rp - hope that’s alright!

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Roleplayer History (all about YOU): I’m Mika, pretty cool. (: Been role-playing since about fourth grade, I rave; dance; and attend school. I try and to be active and adore being involved in a role-play group. (:

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