3163: The Native Flower that Blooms in Darkness - Chanel Lotus
Here is day twenty-five. I'm rather glad that people don't name their OCs Pocahontas. So instead we have a supposed Native American
TITLE: The Native Flower that Blooms in Darkness
PERPETRATOR: WonderlandSerialKiller
SUE-O-METER:
(okay)
COVER/BANNER ART: It is a black and white picture of a lotus that has the title in cursive at the top.
FULL NAME: Chanel Lotus
SPECIES: She is Native American.
HAIR: “I have black hair with pixie cut...”
EYES: “I have […] dark brown eyes...”
MARKINGS:“I am not a beautiful girl, not in my eyes. I stand at 5'4.” “I have […] brown skin.” “I'm not extremely thing nor am I extremely thick, I have the curse of my mother's curves...”
POSSESSIONS: “I have brown glasses. See? Not exactly the definition of beautiful.” (I disagree. Even if it isn't it matters who you are on the inside.))
CONNECTION TO CANON: Chanel transfers to Hogwarts because her father used to go to Hogwarts. (I'm under the belief that he is also Native American.)
ORIGIN: “My parents wanted me to transfer to Hogwarts because well my father went to Hogwarts and to him it is the greatest wizarding school in the world. So I transferred my fifth year.”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: There is supposed to be romance between Snape and Chanel. I don't know though whether it is going to be one-sided, but she is supposed to die by the end of the story.
NOTES: The writer is Native American. She admits that certain issues effect her writing on her profile, which is a positive thing. That said... I don't know if the writer actually understands the rating system. She says in the author's note before the story begins that the story is “mature” and yet the T rating is supposed to be thirteen and up. That also said... despite the issues, it also seems like the writer may be heading in the right direction with this one. I've only one chapter to judge this by though/
SAMPLE:
I can't explain it. I don't quite understand it myself. I was raised right, no problems growing up. But still I end up here, blood seeping from the wound in my chest, lacerations graces my skin, and I am dying. I'm not quite sure how I ended up here. Hogwarts is in flames, the stones crumbling, and my friends dying. But that's not the worst of it, watching him die, that was the moment that killed me. I've been dead the moment he fell to the ground. And now I join him. But that is the end of this story and not the beginning. So let me go back a few years, to when I was 16.
My name is Chanel, Chanel Lotus, I am in fact Native American. My parents wanted me to transfer to Hogwarts because well my father went to Hogwarts and to him it is the greatest wizarding school in the world. So I transferred my fifth year. I can still remember getting on the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station. My parents waving as the smell of metal and coal wafted in the air. I knew no one and therefore wandered the train till I found an empty compartment in which I could read. I'm not a beautiful girl, not in my eyes. I stand at 5'4. I have black hair with a pixie hair cut, dark brown eyes, and brown skin. I'm not extremely thin nor am I extremely thick, I have the curse of my mother's curves and I have brown glasses. See? Not exactly the definition of beautiful. It was on the train that I met the Golden Trio. They had wandered into my compartment.
"May we join you, everywhere else is full," they said. I nodded my assent and returned to my copy of A Farwell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway. There was a boy with black hair and glasses, another boy with red hair, a girl with busy brown hair, a red head girl, a blonde girl, and another boy carrying a strange plant. I was never very social so I immediately shut myself out. They talked, apparently two of them the bushy haired girl and the red head boy were prefects and left shortly for a meeting in their own compartment. I was left with the other four. They all looked at each other awkwardly when the red haired girl turned to me and asked what my name was.
"I'm Chanel, Chanel Lotus," I said trying my best to smile. I was born with a natural frown.
"I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley. This is Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter," she said. They all had odd last name but then again so was mine. I smiled and shaked their hands in turn.
"I've heard about you Mr. Potter, I'm from the states," I said, they all did a little aha and then went on to talk about Hogwarts. "Well I'm a transfer student so this will be my first year at Hogwarts."
TITLE: The Native Flower that Blooms in Darkness
PERPETRATOR: WonderlandSerialKiller
SUE-O-METER:
(okay)
COVER/BANNER ART: It is a black and white picture of a lotus that has the title in cursive at the top.
FULL NAME: Chanel Lotus
SPECIES: She is Native American.
HAIR: “I have black hair with pixie cut...”
EYES: “I have […] dark brown eyes...”
MARKINGS:“I am not a beautiful girl, not in my eyes. I stand at 5'4.” “I have […] brown skin.” “I'm not extremely thing nor am I extremely thick, I have the curse of my mother's curves...”
POSSESSIONS: “I have brown glasses. See? Not exactly the definition of beautiful.” (I disagree. Even if it isn't it matters who you are on the inside.))
CONNECTION TO CANON: Chanel transfers to Hogwarts because her father used to go to Hogwarts. (I'm under the belief that he is also Native American.)
ORIGIN: “My parents wanted me to transfer to Hogwarts because well my father went to Hogwarts and to him it is the greatest wizarding school in the world. So I transferred my fifth year.”
SPECIAL ABILITIES: There is supposed to be romance between Snape and Chanel. I don't know though whether it is going to be one-sided, but she is supposed to die by the end of the story.
NOTES: The writer is Native American. She admits that certain issues effect her writing on her profile, which is a positive thing. That said... I don't know if the writer actually understands the rating system. She says in the author's note before the story begins that the story is “mature” and yet the T rating is supposed to be thirteen and up. That also said... despite the issues, it also seems like the writer may be heading in the right direction with this one. I've only one chapter to judge this by though/
SAMPLE:
I can't explain it. I don't quite understand it myself. I was raised right, no problems growing up. But still I end up here, blood seeping from the wound in my chest, lacerations graces my skin, and I am dying. I'm not quite sure how I ended up here. Hogwarts is in flames, the stones crumbling, and my friends dying. But that's not the worst of it, watching him die, that was the moment that killed me. I've been dead the moment he fell to the ground. And now I join him. But that is the end of this story and not the beginning. So let me go back a few years, to when I was 16.
My name is Chanel, Chanel Lotus, I am in fact Native American. My parents wanted me to transfer to Hogwarts because well my father went to Hogwarts and to him it is the greatest wizarding school in the world. So I transferred my fifth year. I can still remember getting on the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station. My parents waving as the smell of metal and coal wafted in the air. I knew no one and therefore wandered the train till I found an empty compartment in which I could read. I'm not a beautiful girl, not in my eyes. I stand at 5'4. I have black hair with a pixie hair cut, dark brown eyes, and brown skin. I'm not extremely thin nor am I extremely thick, I have the curse of my mother's curves and I have brown glasses. See? Not exactly the definition of beautiful. It was on the train that I met the Golden Trio. They had wandered into my compartment.
"May we join you, everywhere else is full," they said. I nodded my assent and returned to my copy of A Farwell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway. There was a boy with black hair and glasses, another boy with red hair, a girl with busy brown hair, a red head girl, a blonde girl, and another boy carrying a strange plant. I was never very social so I immediately shut myself out. They talked, apparently two of them the bushy haired girl and the red head boy were prefects and left shortly for a meeting in their own compartment. I was left with the other four. They all looked at each other awkwardly when the red haired girl turned to me and asked what my name was.
"I'm Chanel, Chanel Lotus," I said trying my best to smile. I was born with a natural frown.
"I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley. This is Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter," she said. They all had odd last name but then again so was mine. I smiled and shaked their hands in turn.
"I've heard about you Mr. Potter, I'm from the states," I said, they all did a little aha and then went on to talk about Hogwarts. "Well I'm a transfer student so this will be my first year at Hogwarts."