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[QIANNA ANGEL MENCHER]

QIANNA ANGEL MENCHER

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hello! i am cho and i am twenty (twenty-one next week) years old. i am boarding the female train, and i have been role playing for one years. also, i play no one yet. if you want to contact me, reach me at pm. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : Qianna Angel Mencher
NICKNAMES : Ki-ki, Mari, L'Ange
AGE : twenty-one, september seventeenth, nineteen fifty-eight
GENDER : female
ETHNICITY : half polish half french
RELIGION : agnostic
SEXUALITY : bi-curious
STATUS : single
MEMBER GROUP : la witch
BLOOD STATUS : pureborn
PLAY-BY : Doriana Agacinska

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS : squirrel
MIRROR OF ERISED : a husband, children, grandchildren, a home
AMORTENTIA : wild flowers, old book pages, homemade stew

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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QIANNA'S DISLIKES :

• big cities
  
• liars
  
• womanizers
  
• gaudy jewelry
  
• planes
  
• being talked to like she's stupid
  
• her accent
  
• revealing clothing
  
• violence
  
• blood

QIANNA'S LIKES :

• old books
  
• her family
  
• history
  
• languages
  
• math
  
• cooking
  
• cleaning
  
• children
  
• gardening
  
• antique weapons

GOALS :

• to become an elementary school teacher
  
• to have a family
  
• to find love
  
• to make as many friends as she can
  
• to have a home in the country

FEARS :

• small confined spaces
  
• losing those she loves
  
• the sight of blood

SECRETS :

• she hasn't talked to her family in four years
  
• she isn't a virgin
  
• has a three year old somewhere

WEAKNESS :

• mention of her family
  
• self-image/esteem

STRENGTHS :

• gentle
  
• non-judgmental

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• Gentle -- Qianna would never hurt anyone intentionally. Her touch and nature are all gentle.
  
• Reserved -- She doesn't open up. Not easily that is, she has her secrets and she generally prefers to keep them.
  
• Honest -- Though she has her secrets, she's not prone to lying. She would rather just tell the truth even if it terrifies her.
  
• Friendly -- Despite not wanting to tell about herself, Qianna tries to make friends with everyone. She doesn't like the thought of anyone being mad so she's usually attempting peace making.
  
• Romantic -- Hopeless actually, she dreams of things like candlelit dinners and being swept off her feet. She even has a secret collection of romance novels.
  
• Quiet] -- In speech and in her movements, Qianna is generally very quiet. She has a natural talent (or curse) for blending in and not getting noticed.
  
• Considerate -- Qianna puts others before herself. She will go out of the way to help people if that chance is given to her. Even when it's not, she sometimes helps anonymously
  
• Forgetful -- She forgets. Plain and simple. She can't help it. She has lists and notes stuck all around her flat so that she doesn't forget things. She usually ends up forgetting anyway.
  
• Guilt-Ridden -- Ever since her argument with her parents, Qianna has felt guilty. Something that motivates her not to go back to them because she doesn't think she deserves their forgiveness or will be granted it.
  
• Naive -- She trusts. She trusts too easily and this leads to her getting in very bad situations. She will believe what people tell her and forgive them even if they don't deserve it.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : Banie, Poland
CURRENT RESIDENCE : London, England
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: waitress
MOTHER'S NAME : Anne-Karin Mencher
FATHER'S NAME : Michal Mencher
SIBLINGS : Peter Mencher, Lorraine Mencher
OVERALL HISTORY :

Qianna was born to her Polish father and French mother in September of 1958 in the city of Banie in Poland. It was a small simple village. And their family led a small simple life. Peter and Lorraine were two years older than their sister being twins. Despite that, all three siblings were very close and raised to be very religious. Peter held more closely to that than either of his sisters, not to say that neither girl was religious, simply that it was only Peter who had vowed to join the church when he grew up, something that neither girl ever made a mention of (much to their parents disappointment). She was eleven when she recieved two letters, just as both of her siblings. One was for Durmstrang and the other was for Beaubaxton. Like her brother and sister, she chose to remain closer to home and their father's favor by attending Durmstrang.

Qianna was fifteen and on break when she met a young Russian soldier by the name of Alexander. He was sweet and endearing when he was around her. She thought she had found her true love. Her parents were infuriated and told her to stay away from the boy. For one thing, he was a muggle. And another was the fact that he was Russian. Both of her parents hated Russians even more than the thought of their children marrying muggles. It broke her heart, but she listened to her parents and returned to school still dreaming of the Russian soldier. She continued on to graduate from Durmstrang and had almost forgotten about the soldier. That was until she returned home.

That summer after she graduated, she once again saw the sweet Russian soldier. He wooed her and gave her sweet words until he seduced her and she slept with him. They kept it a secret and continued to have little trysts until she found out she was pregnant. She told Alexander and never saw him again. He simply left and told her to never find him. It broke her heart. She was forced to tell her parents alone. In a rage, her father told her she was whore and a harlot. She, for the first and only time in her life, yelled back and argued. It was she that left and said she would never come back. She left with nothing and found her way to a port city and hiding on a ship. She found herself in England. It was only through the kindness of a few strangers along her way giving her help without asking questions that Qianna found herself in London with a flat and a job. She has tried to pay them back, but she has never been able to find any of those men and women. When her daughter was born five months after her arrival in London, she gave her baby up for adoption and hasn't seen the child since. It is one of her greatest regrets.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

Norah.

God. Why did it have to be Norah?

She had managed to make it through the rest of the night. But she hadn't known how. Since she had left and she had left Norah, she hadn't spoken a word. Instead, the moment Norah had been out of sight, her face had become a blank, emotionless mask as she walked back to her apartment at the university and curled up into a ball on the bed. She hadn't moved since she had gotten there. Specter couldn't blame her. He felt the pain. He felt the overwhelming ache. And quite honestly, it was his ache too. He had taken his animal form and curled into her side ready to simply rest there and do nothing. They had both been broken when Norah had rejected her. Specter hadn't been able to handle the break in his companion's mind. No, it had been too much. His poor Iolanthe might as well be dead. And quite honestly, he was in the same sorry state. I think I will do that, the thought drifted into Specter's mind. I think it would be better...just to die... He didn't have the heart to tell her no today. If she wanted to die, he would die with her.

She stood up slowly and stripped down to nothing. If she was going to die, she wanted to choose very carefully what she died in. She slipped into her bathroom and turned the water on hot. She stepped inside and relished in the feel of it as it washed her clean. Almost as if it was purifying her. She considered just laying down in the bathtub and slicing her wrists with a razor. She didn't want that though. She didn't want to be found naked. That was not the Soldati way. If she was going to die, she was going to die looking like a queen. Her mother's Italian family blood could do that much for her. She washed herself thoroughly before she stepped out of the shower, shutting it off and ignoring the steam that hung thick and cloying in the air. She toweled her body and hair dry with slow, methodical movements. She choose the expensive lotion and perfume that the Soldati elders had bought for her and rubbed them into her skin before walking back into her room.

She chose her dress carefully, a long brown thing that showed off her body wonderfully. Then a dark blue peacock styled shawl that she wrapped around her shoulders. The jewelery she chose were heirlooms from her father's side of the family, the Romanians. The shoes she slipped on her feet were dark blue stilettos to match the shawl and jewelery. She knew that she looked stunning.. She didn't care. It didn't matter anymore. The one person who she had always wanted to notice had rejected her. Specter jumped down from the bed and followed Iolanthe out of the room. It was already clean. She had seen to that before she had left the night before in case...well that didn't matter now. As she turned to lock the door, she considered writing a note and then thought better of it. No, she didn't need to do that. Her parents and brothers didn't need that weight as well.

She locked the door and closed it firmly behind her. Iolanthe held her head high as she walked through the University dormitories and up to the roof. The wind whipped around her as the opened the door. Almost as if the earth knew what she planned to do and had some opinion on the matter. She ignored the wind through as she walked to the edge of the roof. She looked down, leaning over the ledge. The fall was high enough to kill her. That was a comfort. She didn't want to fall and survive. That would have made everything that much worse. She raised her skirt and stepped up onto the ledge. Specter jumped up right beside her and looked down apathetically. "I'll miss being Iolanthe..." he said. He didn't step down though. As long as one of them fell, well that would be enough.

[WHOREMORESEXUAL.]