[The sound of fingernails drumming on wood, and then a seemingly frustrated sigh]

It's so boring being in this room all on my own. You know, I think I'm almost lonely. Jaina, darling, I miss you; I can't imagine why you wouldn't want to move back in now that Ophelia's gone and disappeared on us. It's not like I haven't been perfectly willing to make amends, but you simply refuse to listen to me. It's hurtful, Jaina, it really is.  [Oddly enough, she actually sounds kind of sincere] And don't worry about what happened with you and Seifer, you know he'll forget how awful you were the moment you smile at him.

Goodness, where has Catty Turner disappeared to? Ren, what did you do to the poor girl? Oh, and i've been meaning to ask - Delita, how's your sister? I so hope she's doing better.

[The drumming stops, and there's a noticeable pause]

You know, I don't think I'm quite as bored as I thought I was.

So, Larxene is a complete troll. And a life-ruiner. And apparently has nothing better to do with her time than screw with your character's head. Although I have a tendency to stalk pretty much everyone in this place and so have a the OOC knowledge about what makes your characters tick and how she can use them against it, I'm never entirely sure how much of this our darling Larlar should know and be able to able to use it against them!

So! In order to make the whole process of messing around with your characters easier, I figured I'd post a post. A post for what, you say? A post for you to tell me How Can My Character Fuck With Yours. She's interested in anything that can get her into someone's head, so even if it's only a small thing, feel free to tell me about it! Basically, just let me know what you think Larlar will know/can find out about your character if she takes an interest, and then we can all start to make life at Hogwarts that much more screwed up for your characters!

♥

P.S: This post will be open always and forever, so feel free to add things as they come up!

Hmm, what's this? Honestly, Hogwarts. I leave for five minutes, and you explode the Library without me?

How cruel.

My, my, my, but we are excitable this week! And our lovely Lady Belladonna paying visits in the flesh too! And here they thought sending me back here might be dangerous for the other students. I can't imagine why they would think that.

Oh look. I've lost my gloves.

Seifer, darling, how's the kneecap?

OOC: The gloves were made especially for her to stop her from sparking lightning all over the place. She may or may not have lost them on purpose

Goodness me, who knew that Seifer would be a passable lay? It was almost worth the pathetically little effort it took to get him in such a position in the first place.

Poor darling. Only time he gets any, and it's as a girl. Such a shame~

Oh, and Yuki-chan, before it slips my mind entirely - heard from your parents lately? I know you're not on the best terms, and I worry about these things, I really do.

Harly, darling, where's my hair brush?

[Page here is slightly charge from a spark of lightning that she fired off at Harley]

Oh, dear. Would you look at that. I appear to have had a relapse. Could someone please send the moogles up to the Slytherin Seventh Year Girls dorm with a few spare beds? There's not much left of the ones that were in here.

Professor Nanao, I'm afraid that I simply won't be able to make it to detention tonight. Considering that I didn't break any rules in the first place, I'm sure you'll forgive me.

Akabane-sir, it seems I'm incapable of moving. Do you suppose you could come and get me?

Okay, sweethearts, some simple, easy to follow rules for the planned Slytherin invasion.

- Wake me up, and I will kill you
- Do not take this to mean you can do anything to me while I'm asleep. I will wake up, and I will tear your heart out from your throat.
- Think of something imaginative. It's getting dull around here again. If this keeps up, I may have to take a more active hand in my own amusement.

Speaking of, Seifer, baby, how are you? Still finding you care about people? Such a shame.

And Azula, darling! How simply embarrassingly awful, hit by a simple spell like that. And here I thought you were smart enough to avoid picking fights you can't win. Oh, well. It seems I over-estimated your intelligence. Happens to the best of us, I suppose. Incidentally, work on your threats a little. They're a little...oh, contrived. Unimaginative. It's all right though, angelface, you're still growing.

Sasuke, hun, my offer still stands~

And Bel, your Highness, don't do too much damage to the Gryffindor brat. Or stick to mind games at the very least (assuming he has one). Physical wounds can get somessy, don't you find?

Hmm, let's see, what have we here?

Ino Yamanaka; in love with Sakura Haruno for years without knowing it.

Sakura Haruno; no idea.

Thumbing through their journals, it seems like they think they're going to make up. Isn't that darling.

Ten-to-one, they screw it up, and it'll be Haruno who does it. Really, my lovely children, you should know better than to pressure a teenage girl into talking when all she wants to do is rage and emo all over the place. Eventually, she'll think she has to do it, and...

Well. You'll see~

Then, of course, there's Yuki-chan and Eddy-kins. Both of whom are flagrant shirt-lifters, neither of whom are going to admit it, although Yuki-chan did inform me that he's skilled in the art of self-service, as every young teenage boy should be. Sasuke, baby, take notes. It might help you be a little less uptight.

Nonetheless, the fact remains that Mitani wants Edward, and Edward is far too oblivious to see it. At least Yuki-chan is far along enough to admit to himself that he's a total poofter. Of course, with a name like Yuki, who wouldn't be?

And then in the middle of all this, there's Al. Dear, sweet Alphonse Elric, the perfect Gryffindor who's trying to make sure everyone has their happy ending. It all just adds to the fun.

I would like to thank all of you fabulous individuals for being so understanding. Here I am, trapped in bed, and you've all been so entertaining. Thank you, really, for keeping me amused on what could have been a completely terrible day.

I swear to whatever fucking deity you pray to, that when I catch the little bitch who did this, you will be begging for death. I will torture you to within an inch of your GODFORSAKEN LIFE, AND I WILL MAKE YOU ENJOY IT.

...when I can move. Bitch.

Well, well, well. Hasn't this just been a fascinating start to the year? Sparkles, people, and you lovely children getting all hot and bothered about them. One would think there'd been a death in the family, the way everyone's been going on about it.

Unfortunately, nothing quite so interesting has happened. Although, speaking of, how are our dear orphans this year? Have we any extras, or am I stuck with the same tired old lot, hmm?

Actually, to make things simpler, could you please sort yourselves into order of angst? It's like height order, except with those who watched their parents die at the top. Perhaps you could have reaction subdivisions, with those who overcame their pain on the left, and the wallowers sticking to the right.

Ugh. In other news, it's raining. I hate the rain. Now there's some real angst.

EDIT: Oh, isn't that just darling? Thanks to all of you for vastly improving my day. You're too cute, you really are. Especially you, Yamanaka.

Player Information
Name: Feilyn (feilyn.livejournal.com)
LJ Account: toywiththeworld.livejournal.com
Email: x--the-writer--x@hotmail.com
Messenger: xfeilynx

In-Game Character Information
Name: Larxene (no last name)
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: 17
Personality:
Larxene sees the world as her toy, fit for her amusement and basic sustenance. She enjoys watching people, figuring out what makes them tick by pulling them apart. It’s not that she has skewed morals, but rather that she’s amoral; the thoughts, feelings and actions on other have no effect on her worldview. But she doesn’t discriminate - she shares her taunts and mockery as well as her teasing flirtation around equally. She lives to be amused - as soon as she tires of her toys, she stops playing with them. She hates the rain, because it makes her bones ache as well as messes with her magic, and she’ll refuse to go outside if it’s wet, no matter what the reason. She scares the crap out of people, but there’s still something alluring about her personality that’s hard to ignore.

Background:
No one’s entirely sure where Larxene came from. Including Larxene. She grew up in an orphanage, which treated her as well as an orphanage can treat such an entirely self-involved child. She was hit by lightning when she was around three, and it’s not certain if this caused her magic to mess around with all electrical implements (more so than most magic), or if it’s because of this tendency that she got hit with lightning in the first place.

She never physically hurt any of the other children at the orphanage, but she enjoyed toying with them, telling horror stories one moment and being kindly and motherly the next. She’s never had a close friend in her life, and the simple fact is that she has no interest in having close relations, and probably never will. As opposed to growing out of some traumatic childhood event, her apathy towards anything that doesn’t interest or amuse her is simply who she is.

Blood: Unknown.

Preferred House: Slytherin

Why you think they belong in this house? Because Larxene is cunning and manipulative, and the Slytherins are probably the only ones in the school who could possibly deal with her. School Year: 7

Quidditch Position: Quidditch players must go on despite the weather. Despite the potential amusement of messing a game up for her team, Larxene won’t risk getting caught in the rain.

Would you like the character to possibly get a higher position? God. Um…yes, just because I think that Larxene as a prefect would be so incredibly lulzy.

Roleplay Samples

Journal Sample: (first person)

Hmm. All in all, a fairly boring day, although some Hufflepuff did explode his cauldron in Potions and turned out and nearly lost his arm. Perhaps if he had lost the arm, I’d be a little more amused. Of course, there was the obligatory messing with little Sora from Gryffindor, but that’s just so easy, it‘s boring. Poor angelface never had a chance. I’d feel sorry for the brat, if I cared.

Roleplay Sample: (third person)
Larxene stretched indolently, enjoying the nervous eyes on her as she uncurled from her armchair in the Common Room and sauntered over to the exit. On her way, a trembling first year caught her eye. Tutting softly, she about-turned and crouched next to him, smiling gently.

“Well, now. That’s no way for a Slytherin to behave, is it?” she asked kindly. The boy was a half-blood, and had been an outcast from the moment he sat down at the table. She was a seventh year, and should look out for the young ones now, right?

“N-no,” he replied, shaking slightly.

Larxene couldn’t imagine why he would be so afraid.

“Well, perhaps you don’t belong here?” She cocked her head to the side and smiled a little wider, a little crueller. “After all, it’s what everyone’s thinking, right?” The boy shivered and she smirked. “You don’t belong here, angel face, you know it, I know it and they know. But it’s all right,” She straightened and stretched once again, arching her back slightly. “I’m sure you’re not completely useless.”
 
After all , she mused as she left the room. That was vaguely amusing.