Post by Christina Hanes on Jul 20, 2006 15:07:38 GMT -5
Name: Centara Zealon
Preferred Position(s): Keeper or any one you wish to give me
Preferred Team(s): 1 Slytherin
Experience: Keeper on 2 sites, Seeker on 1 site
References: if you want i'll pm them to you
Broom: Nimbus 2000
Sample Rp:
Cen walked around to the Quidditch pitch she was Keeper of the Slytherin team and was proud of it to her it ment i can handle anything you throw at her she smirked as she sat on her broom scolding the other team as she did and flying up to her teams goal her brown hair whirling in the wind behind her, she sighed as the tiny speck or what seemed like it 50 feet in the air realeased the Quaffle, which she payed close attention to, the Bludger, which all of a sudden headed for the closest players it could get to, and the golden snitch the size of a walnut.
Cen looked around as the others seemed to be passing the ball back and forth, Cen watching their every move got a bit dizzy as it headed straight toward her she snapped out of it when it was just inches away from her head and turned her broom around hitting it with the bristles of the back of the broom sending it towards the other team, Close eh? not close enough She was looking the way the Quaffle had went sighing for a second she turned to see the Bludger heading towards her, not being fast enough the bludger sent her off her broom backwards she grasped the handle of the broom she sighed glad she wasn't going to be toast in a second, but then she realized he grip was slipping, other players trying to knock her off her broom she had no way of getting back on her broom at all Was she done for?
Preferred Position(s): Keeper or any one you wish to give me
Preferred Team(s): 1 Slytherin
Experience: Keeper on 2 sites, Seeker on 1 site
References: if you want i'll pm them to you
Broom: Nimbus 2000
Sample Rp:
Cen walked around to the Quidditch pitch she was Keeper of the Slytherin team and was proud of it to her it ment i can handle anything you throw at her she smirked as she sat on her broom scolding the other team as she did and flying up to her teams goal her brown hair whirling in the wind behind her, she sighed as the tiny speck or what seemed like it 50 feet in the air realeased the Quaffle, which she payed close attention to, the Bludger, which all of a sudden headed for the closest players it could get to, and the golden snitch the size of a walnut.
Cen looked around as the others seemed to be passing the ball back and forth, Cen watching their every move got a bit dizzy as it headed straight toward her she snapped out of it when it was just inches away from her head and turned her broom around hitting it with the bristles of the back of the broom sending it towards the other team, Close eh? not close enough She was looking the way the Quaffle had went sighing for a second she turned to see the Bludger heading towards her, not being fast enough the bludger sent her off her broom backwards she grasped the handle of the broom she sighed glad she wasn't going to be toast in a second, but then she realized he grip was slipping, other players trying to knock her off her broom she had no way of getting back on her broom at all Was she done for?