Basics

Name: Jasmine Daniella Kremayre
Age: 16
Alignment: Unsure- if she had to pick Neutral
Appearance: Jasmine has long hair, that she changes from raven-black to dark brown and from straight to wavy to curly and back. Jasmine has chocolate-brown eyes that used to have a hard, piercing look to them but now look softer and if you look close enough you can see that there is always something bothering her. She has soft, porcelain skin and a thin frame. Jasmine has always been skinny, and has always had near-flawless features. It's the only thing she can't find something wrong with herself, she rarely gets any blemishes on her skin and she loves her hair- it's something she actually likes about herself.

Jasmine can be seen, many-a-time, with some kind of colored rose in her hair. She also wears her favorite perfume, quite a lot, it's jasmine-scented and she loves it. Her clothing style is unique, different but definitely stylish.
Personality: From a young age, Jasmine's mother spoiled her with what she could and she learned to be able to wrap people around her little pointer finger. Jasmine became manipulative and cunning, though cunning was her greatest trait- for she fooled even her own bratty mother. For Jasmine would sneak out after dark, fly her broom and then go off and talk with the neighborhood children- muggle and magic alike.

Jasmine became daring and reckless, but overall confused when her mother finally came out and told her who her father was. Jasmine became quieter, sure that once she got to Hogwarts -for at this time it was a week until her first year- people would hate her. She was allowed to keep Kremayre as her last name, and that she knows of no one knows who she is. She never inherited the white-blonde Malfoy hair nor the intense grey-blue eyes of her father, so it is much more difficult to tell she is his daughter than it could be.

So the used-to-be manipulative and cunning girl turned into the manipulative and insecure girl as she arrived on the train. She wasn't the same once she knew of her true heritage, and she hated it. But being her, she was still capable of using others and for getting what she wanted- which was exactly what she did.

Being flirty and charming -but ah the Malfoy trait- is alive like a flame and always has been just as much as her mother's manipulating and cunning had been.
Family: Rachelle Naomi Kremayre- Pure-blooded French woman who used her manipulative and cunning skills to strike at a certain Draco Malfoy one evening when he was drunk. She found herself pregnant, and soon enough she had Jasmine. Until Jasmine was eleven, and just about to head off for Hogwarts, Rachelle told her of her true father. Rachelle is 40 years old, and works as the head secretary to the Minister of Magic.
Draco Malfoy- Pure-blooded, unknowing, British man who has his own worries. As Jasmine knows he does not know that he is her father. He was drunk on the night she was conceived, and the day she was told about him she turned into an insecure and terribly confused girl. Draco has his own two kids that grew up with him.
House: Slytherin, despite Jasmine's change of heart the week before she arrived at Hogwarts- Jasmine will always be manipulative and cunning.

A Little More:
History: On a disgustingly foggy and rainy night, Draco Malfoy entered a forgotten pub in a small forgotten city in France. Rachelle Kremayre, a sly young woman of 24, slipped into the pub as she followed him. She sat down in a dark corner, ordering a couple of drinks to keep the bartender happy but all the time watching a handsome yet exhausted Draco insight. When he had become drunk she slipped over, and coaxed him into going upstairs with her. He followed obediently for he was drunk, and slightly out of his mind, and then he left without knowing what he would leave behind.

9 months later, Rachelle gave birth to Jasmine and instantly spoiled her to pieces. Jasmine grew up believing her mother's lies that her father was dead, that he was a pure-blood French man who had been killed. Jasmine lives in her mother's inherited estate on the French-Mediterranean Sea border, and grew to love the water.

Finally just before she was leaving for Hogwarts her mother told her the truth and it devestated her. She has never told anyone at school who her father is- especially not Haven or Scorpius, her half-siblings. She was sorted into Slytherin, like her father, but unlike him she tried her best to make friends with anyone who would be her friend. Jasmine wants to tell someone, but she doesn't want people to hate her because of something she couldn't control.

Jasmine grew up being spoiled, manipulative, cunning, in-control, sly, and confident- her confidence is less and she feels like she is losing her control everyday bit by bit.. But she is trying, and she is still manipulative and cunning, though insecure and confused.
Likes:
*Singing
*Playing the Guitar
*Flying
*Roses
*Jasmine-scent
*Boys
*Astrology
*Transfiguration
*Chocolate
*Dueling
*Swimming, Lakes, Oceans, Rivers, Seas
Dislikes:
*Muggy Days
*Studying
*Anything Too Salty
*People Who Think They Know Her
*People Who Won't Talk To Her Because She's Slytherin
*Herself, Sometimes
Strengths:
*Astrology
*Dueling
*Transfiguration
*Getting People To Do What She Wants
*Singing
*Playing The Guitar
Weaknesses:
*Potions
*Insecurity
*Being Unable To Talk About Her True Heritage
Fears:
*People Hating Her Because They Find Out About Her Father
*Spiders
Code word: A New Era Starts Now
Roleplay Sample:

Quote:

Ripples of water lapped against his, bare and sandy, feet as he stood in the rising sunlight. Wind blowing, sand flying around him as he, a boy of no more than sixteen, looked out over the green-blue water. A sudden shadow crept over him, masking the only warmth around him, and as Severus Snape turned he saw someone he would always love even if she hated him.. "Aren't Gryffindorks supposed to sleep in late?," Severus asked sarcastically, though not without a hint of believability in his tone. He had not meant to say anything like that, but had meant to apologize, but it had slipped out of his mouth. Feet planted, body swivelling, Severus turned to face his new companion. The girl, the same age as the boy, stood quietly in the sand she rolled her bright green eyes- those same eyes that had mesmorized the boy many times before. He waited for the response that he was sure to come, but what she said was nothing he expected. 'Goodbye Snape, you hurt me- you really did...,' and then the girl of his dreams just turned and walked back towards the castle. It wasn't only the cold manner in which she dismissed him from her life, but also how she called him Snape -she never called him Snape- and how he knew it was true, but powerfully did not want to believe it. For days he had been hiding, knowing she would be coming to tell him that their friendship was no more, to tell him that he had been a git.. He had expected screams of anger and furosity, but instead this cold manner was worse than what he could ever have thought of. Sinking, ever slowly, down to the morning grass Severus Snape began to slowly die internally.

Celebrity claim: Rachel Bilson