Crumpeted

crumpeted @ 2008-07-09T15:46:00

2008-07-09T19:46:24Z

MOVED TO INSANEJOURNAL.
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#25

2008-06-23T21:32:19Z

Name: Gideon Charles Prewett
Birthdate: 4 June 1960
House: Ravenclaw
Residence: Dorchester, Dorset, England
Classes: Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology
Position: Chaser for Ravenclaw Quidditch.
Appearance: When Gideon was just a boy Molly told him that he was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker. His bright blue eyes and irresistible smile are the first thing that most people notice about him. His whole face seems to light up when he smiles and it’s hard to look at him without smiling. He keeps his blonde hair shaggy and unruly, something that his mother and sister both loathe. His extensive hours training for Quidditch have helped him maintain a muscular frame. He’ll dress himself up on special occasions but he prefers jeans and comfortable shirts.
History:
Father: Charles Prewett
Mother: Rachel Prewett (nee Bridgerton)
Siblings: Sister, Molly. Twin brother, Fabian.
Life at the Prewett home was never dull and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Richard worked in the Department of Magical Transportation at the Ministry and Rachel stayed at home and took care of the house and the children. Molly was the first born and is quite a bit older than the two boys, thus a perfect target for harassment. The Prewett brothers were forever pestering their older sister and they almost met their death a few times because of it. At the end of the day it was all in good fun and the love and warmth of the family was undeniable.

Growing up with a twin was a thrill. Gideon could never understand how other people could live without one. Gideon and Fabian were joined at the hip as children, constantly plotting and planning. Some nights they would wait until everyone was asleep and then they would sneak out of bed and just sit and talk, imagining what it was like to be out in the world as a trained wizard. Both boys had big plans for their adult life, though they tended to get a bit grand at times.

Personality: At first glance it would seem that Gideon is nothing more than the typical good looking Quidditch player. Quidditch was and still is one of Gideon’s passions but it is far from the definition of who he is. Just one conversation with the boy would reveal a bright mind and an electric personality that is infectious. You feel like you could open up to him without a second thought and you never worry that what you’ve told him might slip on to someone else.

Gideon is the exact definition of a people person. He was that kid in the store that would randomly walk up to a stranger and start talking like they’d been a family friend for years and he never grew out of it. He likes to have a good time and he’s not completely happy until everyone else around him is having a good time as well.

Gideon does have a serious side, though he very rarely shows it off. He likes people to think that he is carefree but he tends to worry. He’s very protective of the people he loves. His friends and family mean more to him than anything and he would go above and beyond for them.

RP Entry: “ Just breathe. You’re going to be fine.” Gideon Prewett’s voice was barely a whisper as he bounced his leg nervously. His grey-blue eyes scanned the walls of the room slowly, taking a few sweeps and then landing back on his hands that were folded in his lap. He was actually surprised that he was so nervous. It was just a job interview. No, it was more than that. This was a job interview in the only department in the building that made him feel like a kid in a candy store. This was the department that he had been dreaming of. The Department of Magical Games and Sports was the place where it all happened and he was going to be part of it. Well, he was going to assist the man who was part of it and that, in turn, made him a part. The logic made sense to him so he nodded to himself and stole another look at the clock on the wall. The golden snitch ticked to a new position with each second and the blond boy stared at it, allowing himself to be momentarily hypnotized by the moving gold ball.

“ Mr. Prewett?” a voice called to him. He didn’t hear it.

“ Gideon Prewett?” the meek voice tried again. Still no response from the boy.

The secretary looked over to the man next to her and he gave her a wide and toothy grin before walking up to slap his hand against the boy’s shoulder. Gideon let out a noise that was easily compared to that of a little girl which was followed by furious blushing as he tried to regain composure after jumping from his cushioned chair.

“ Mr. Bagman…I’m…I didn’t mean to scream in your face, sir,” Gideon finally managed.

“ No harm done, my boy! Care to follow me? We’ve got an interview to conduct…Unless you want more time watching the clock?” He gave Gideon the same grin he’d given the secretary and the blond wizard smiled back.

“ I’ve had my fill of the clock, sir. Lead the way,” he replied, and both men wandered down a poster clad hallway and left the clock and the secretary behind in the office.

#24

2008-06-15T14:23:59Z

Role

Name:
Remus J. Lupin

Birthdate:
March 22, 1960

House:
Gryffindor

Residence: (Where your character lives outside of school)
A lovely little home outside of Blackpool

Classes:
Potions, History of Magic, Charms, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes

Positions: (Quidditch, Prefect, etc. Leave this out if it doesn't apply.)
Prefect

Appearance:
Standing at 5' 9¼" (176 cm), Remus John Lupin is, at approximately sixteen years old, a young man with medium length dusty brown hair that tends to curl and wave, especially when it's humid, framing a fairly nondescript jaw. He has warm brown eyes, which turn almost golden around the full moon, fair skin that doesn't get much sun, and a penchant for argyle and faded jumpers: some have gone so far as to suggest that he raids his grandfather's closet for his wardrobe selections, though this is largely untrue, even if his mother did buy a few of his sweater vests at an estate sale a few blocks from their home in Blackpool.

He is covered in scars of varying sizes, all of which he's fairly ashamed of, especially a pronounced scar that begins on the lower ribs of his left side that is shaped like a crescent moon. He has a sort of large nose without much shape to the tip of it and a fine, faded scar running from one cheek to the other. He doesn't have the same pronounced, striking features that James and Sirius do, and he hates to admit that he's a bit envious. Envy, he believes, is different than jealousy. Envy is when you want something that you know you can never have. He is fairly thin, sometimes sickly looking, and he doesn't have the attractive athletic look of James or Sirius. However, he has a nice, lean build, accompanied with the awkward angularity and jutting shoulder blades of a boy who grew a great deal while he wasn't paying attention.

He's relatively shy around people he's not familiar with, but he's more open and talkative with his friends. Even so, he comes off as being sweet, but introverted and introspective. His introversion has only increased with age, because there has been no one he wanted to share things with. He got used to being quiet about himself and spending long periods of time alone. This isn't to say that he can't talk to people. He's good at it, which would make him a good teacher. He knows the right things to say, he just sometimes has trouble saying them. He doesn't hate himself. He just isn't happy with himself.

History:
Blood.
Halfblood, and a halfbreed. His mother is a muggle and his father is a wizard.

Family.
Born on March 10, 1960 as the only child of John and Mary Lupin, Remus lived a happy and fairly boring life in Blackpool, Lancashire, England, where his family had lived for some time. His parents were his only surviving family beyond a few cousins who lived too far off to see very often, and he learned to entertain himself at home pretty early on, reading any books he could get his hands on. His mother, a muggle school teacher, encouraged this, borrowing stacks at a time of books from the school library for her son, who devoured them ravenously.

His father, a pureblood wizard named John Lupin, was a kind man with a receding hairline (which Remus, fortunately, did not inherit because it's X linked) and thick glasses who worked for the ministry in what Remus had always assumed was a dull, paper-pushing sort of job. However, he made an important decision during this time that drastically changed the course of Remus's life. He offended Fenrir Greyback, who in turn, bit Remus Lupin four months after his sixth birthday while the family was on holiday. His parents, especially his father, blame themselves to this day.

From then on, transformations began. He always had to be home an hour before sunset once a month just to be safe, had to stay in a basement with a new door that long, sharp nails couldn't claw through, had to have visits to a special doctor in the Dai Llewellyn Ward for serious bites, and was stuck with a mark that would follow him around for the rest of his life beginning on the lower ribs of his left side. At present, Remus does not know who the werewolf was that bit him. More notably, he has always felt a certain amount of pity for him, as he knows that a werewolf has little or no control over his actions after he has transformed. It has been his assumption that the knowledge that he bit someone when he transformed must be torturing the poor fellow, as Remus knows that it would torture him if he had been the one who bit someone, a fear that constantly assails him during sleepless nights when the full moon is nearing. (Of course, this is wasted pity, because Fenrir Greyback is a crazy bastard.)

History.
Fearing that Remus would be rejected from school because of his condition, Remus's parents worked very hard not to get his hopes up, speaking very little of the school that his father attended and downplaying the demonstrations of Remus's magical ability that popped up from time to time. However, his parents were practically tearful with joy when Remus received his Hogwarts letter from Albus Dumbledore. The special arrangements that the headmaster made allowed Remus to attend school, and he was sorted (though with some difficulty) into Gryffindor with such adorable scamps as James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. Though it was a bit of a stretch for him, Remus befriended these three, facilitating in some of their more harmless pranks (and some of the less harmless ones) and doing his best to talk them out of others.

However, he never actually planned to tell them about his lycanthropy, fearing that he would loose the only friends that he had ever really had. Despite his best efforts to keep it a secret, it was early in their second year when James, Sirius and Peter finally discovered the truth about where Remus actually disappeared to every month. Remus was pleasantly shocked when they didn't dump him on his arse right then and there. Sirius and James were actually smirking - which was worrisome enough in and of itself. But it would be three more years before Remus discovered what would be the meaning of that smirk that passed between Sirius and James.

His time at Hogwarts continued to pass fairly uneventfully... well, as uneventfully as time can pass for a werewolf and marauder. Every month, he left school to "visit a sick aunt." The transformation from human to werewolf was difficult and painful, and if isolated, the wolf become frustrated and harmed itself when unable to attack. The villagers mistook Lupin's howling as extremely violent ghosts. The house was dubbed "the Shrieking Shack" and became known as the most haunted building in Britain. Although it was not actually haunted, Dumbledore promoted this rumor to discourage curious villagers from exploring. Eventually, the old haunt would become the marauder's secret hangout.

It was shortly before the full moon in their fifth year that a declaration was made: they were officially becoming animagi. Remus gave a long-suffering look, but they seemed eager, and Remus had never been good at keeping them from doing things they really put their mind to. Initially doubtful of the legitimacy of this plan, he opted to forget about it in interest of other pursuits and in an effort to keep himself from disappointment - not only because it was highly illegal, and if he'd believed them, he would have been forced to attempt to prevent it. However, much to his surprise, where once had stood James Potter, now stood a rather majestic stag.

Sirius took to the transformations just as easily, and though his prefectly virtue told him that this was probably a bad idea, Remus was a quarter past caring. Certainly when he realized that for once in his life, he really had friends who cared about him enough to risk something this. In retrospect, he thinks that it was very selfish of him to allow them to risk that much for him, and he also feels guilty for violating Dumbledore's trust. He doesn't deserve such good friends, he thinks, and it is out of both love and gratitude that he lets them get away with so much.

However, even with several good friends who didn't seem to care about his status as a werewolf, Remus realizes that most people are not nearly as accepting as his friends are of such a condition. In light of Ministry movements, he lived through his school days with the constant concern that, once they had grown weary of marginalizing muggleborns, halfbreeds would become the ministry's new target of choice. Would the reason for his self-loathing become an object of public scorn? Remus read the paper religiously, watching the headlines for news of recent ministry resolutions that might mean the end of life as he knew it. He had tried to keep his friends from realizing the cause of his concern, but he had been known to occasionally wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare that he'd been tagged, or that he'd been put down to prevent harm to others.

Sixth year dawned, and he and Sirius got the brilliant idea to map out the school. It would come in handy for their last two years of Maraudering, they decided. Plus, they could hand it down to some upstart mischief-makers, and may they use it wisely. Sirius, James and sometimes Peter, often explored the many hidden passageways of the castle, and pretty soon they had a comprehensive map.

It was Remus who really helped them out with making it happen, who read every book that the library had to offer on cartography and the founding of the school in the hopes that something of use would pop up. It was he who spoke to the portraits in an attempt to charm a bit of information out of them. It was he who suggested that they charm the map so you could see where anyone was at any given time, and he had a fair amount to do with the discovery of how such a thing could be done. Essentially, while the others were exploring, Remus Lupin spent several months in the library making sweet, sweet love to the logistics.

Sixth year was also the year that Remus Lupin almost killed Severus Snape. Not in the sense that James and Sirius frequently said they would do, but far more literally. Though he was not there for the inception of this prank gone wrong, his understanding was that Sirius, fed up with Snape, had tried to deter him from prying into their private lives any further by sending him to face a fully grown werewolf - where he would likely be pounded into a pulp by the whomping willow tree rather than make it through. Unfortunately, Snape is not so much stupid as he is stupid looking. He managed to bypass the willow with relative ease and little more than a black eye, and he headed down the path towards impending doom. James, however, recognizing the immanent danger of Sirius's folly, ran after Snape, barely managing to save his life just as the git opened the door of the shrieking shack, spying the dangerous werewolf that Remus had become and learning his secret.

When Remus awoke the next morning with no real knowledge of what had occurred, the situation was explained to him, and a horrible, empty feeling settled in the pit of his stomach that refused to go away for a very long time afterwards. It was a betrayal. The thought that one of his friends, Sirius Black, would do something that stupid that it put everything he held dear in a sort of terrifying limbo, was enough to make him feel ill. It was an emotion that couldn't have been mistaken for anger by anyone who knew Remus Lupin at all. It was really a sort of sickening, miserable disappointment with a side of self-loathing and a renewed sense of complete isolation. There was nothing like feeling as though your friends had simply used you as means to kill a man to make you feel good about yourself.

But it became easier to put this aside when Sirius really needed him to - the summer following that year, Sirius was driven to run away from home in order to live with James, finally having had enough of their horrible expectations, the crazy pureblood bullshit that he was expected to subscribe to, and they had all done their best to help him through the difficult transition. Though, on the other shocking side of summer events, James was made head boy.

At first convinced that this was a very elaborate joke - honestly, it was almost like making Sirius the head boy - Remus came to realize that there was a certain amount of sanity within the madness, and though he was slightly disappointed that he hadn't been made head boy, he also understood. Remus didn't really have the people skills to talk to people all the time and get them to do things or not do things, and to boss people around in the way he would have to if he were head boy. James, however, was very good at giving orders and having them followed. He was happy for him. Or, he would be, so long as he didn't start taking points from Slytherin because he was upset by Snape's nose.
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(Can be altered to fit game canon!)

Personality:
As a child who grew up with Lycanthropy, Remus never had many friends. Holding people at an arm's length is something he had grown accustomed to, never saying more about himself than he really had to and mostly engaging in either witty banter over silly, pointless topics or intelligent discussions over broad, important topics. He harbors a certain amount of resentment towards the world for making him what he is, a werewolf, and struggles with bouts of self-loathing because of it. However, a major turning point for him was the day he found out that his three closest friends, the remaining marauders, had trained to become animagi (unregistered and highly illegal, no less), just to make his transformations easier. So he really had friends with whom he didn't share a last name, for once in his life.

He spent much of his youth alone and looking for ways to entertain himself. Remus has a strong interest in books of all sorts, especially books with fading covers, cracked binding, fragile, yellowing pages and the faint smell of old wood that every good library possesses. Essentially, he likes the classics. Extra points if the book was written before he was born. One of his favorite books, for the time being, is Pride and Prejudice. It is due in part, though he would never admit it for fear of being mercilessly teased, to a strong fondness on his part for Mr. Darcy. Though he's sure that it's entirely platonic, and perhaps more of a jealousy, since he also loves Elizabeth Bennett and their irritable banter that barely hides rapturous feelings so rarely found in life.

Some of his other favorites include The Count of Monte Cristo, The Importance of Being Earnest, Wuthering Heights, Romeo and Juliet, Les Miserables, Anna Karenina and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. He does not, however, like Dickens. Not blessed with the same blind self-confidence as many of his peers, which Remus would like to explain as some sort of chemical imbalance on their part, he is often one to avoid confrontation and assume in an argument that he is wrong, thus, he finds books much easier to deal with than people on the whole, and spends a lot of time in his familiar corner of the library. Books are also much quieter than annoying boys and much less likely to make fun of your jumper.

Remus is very smart, especially where books are concerned, but he doesn't have quite the same natural magical talent that James and Sirius seem to possess. He worked much harder for his grades, which were excellent, and often pulled his friends through at the last minute with those essential History of Magic notes, but when it came to Potions, he feels pretty hopeless. His best subjects were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms, though last he checked, he also had one of the highest averages in his class for History of Magic. He also reads a moderate amount of Latin, though he doesn't like to talk about it, as it is the sort of thing that gets you teased until you want to hang yourself with your school tie.

Remus always put up with a lot. Surprised that he was able to find any friends at all given his condition, he does his best to hold onto them. This caused his appointment as prefect to be a bit of a conflict of interests. He didn't want to get his friends in trouble, and obviously, they deserved to be in trouble a lot of the time, but with the badge, he had to. And to be perfectly honest, he did like a certain amount of order. But even with the badge, he gives out a lot of warnings and lets small things slide with a certain defeated little noise and an exasperated eye roll, or a long-suffering sigh.

One thing Remus had always been glad of is that no one knew any real reason to hate him, and following that, no one really seems to. He is a likable person. He works very hard to be. Obviously the Slytherins weren't keen on him as a member of the infamous marauders, but they are not as mean to him as they could be. He doesn't hate anyone arbitrarily, either. Though he has developed something of a dislike for Snape, he wouldn't say he hated him, and he has a great deal of respect for his natural talent in potions, an area in which Remus floundered.

The older he has gotten, the more introspective he has grown, because he has more and more to hide and more people to hide it from. Remus holds a lot of things back and has never been able to fully share himself with other people, partly because he was just never important enough to merit an in depth discussion. His tendency to shut people out from his most private and personal life is probably one thing that would encourage rumors about his loyalty, but openness is simply difficult for him. It isn't his fault.

He does, however, open up more to his friends than those outside of his inner circle would think. Remus isn't usually the person who suggests a dangerous prank, or the person who personally charms the Slytherins' underwear pink, but when he is alone with his close friends, he won't hesitate to laugh and joke around. Though, not usually at the expense of others. Well, sometimes with Sirius at the expense of James and his never ending quest to win fair maiden's heart, but that's different. Remus is not afraid to tag along for a prank every so often, even if he would usually rather be involved in the research and development stage, and he doesn't let the opportunity for a perfect one-liner pass.

Likes.
Chocolate, most antiquated things, Charms class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Intellectual discussions, nature (in manageable doses), Philosophers, Shakespearian lexicons, unusual words, verbosity in SOME cases, propriety much of the time, though he lets his friends get away with a lot, old fashioned letter-writing
Music: Jazz, Classical, Big Band and Swing, especially: Benny Goodman Orchestra, Bach, Beethoven, Chopin, Thelonious Monk, Glen Miller, Ella Fitzgerald, Debussy
Literature & Poetry: John Keats, Arthur Rimbaud & Paul Verlaine, 16th century literature, 17th century literature, 18th century literature, Bronte, Byron, biographies, books, Chaucer, Cicero, Dante, "Don Quixote," Dunne, Edgar Allen Poe, Catullus, Bram Stoker, Charles Baudelaire, "Emma," Ernest Hemmingway (even though he lost points in Remus' book for being a complete arse to F. Scott Fitzgerald), Fiction in general, Horace, J.D. Salinger, Jack London, Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, Mary Shelley, Oscar Wilde, "Pride and Prejudice," Satire, Shakespeare, Sonnets, Tennyson, The Canterbury Tales, Tolkien, Vanity Fair (the book, not the girly magazine), Vergil, Voltaire, Whitman, William Wallace, Wordsworth and William Butler Yeats.
Intellectualism, Research and Philosophy: the Age of Reason, Albert Camus, Albert Einstein, Benjamin Franklin, Bernard Mandeville, George Bernard Shaw, Francis Bacon, John Paul Sartre, Mendelian Genetics, Newton, Nietzsche (even though he probably had Syphilis and was entirely too pessimistic), Rousseau, The Enlightenment, Thomas Morgan, Thomas Paine, Thoreau (even though Emerson pushed him around) and Winston Churchill.
History (and Travel): British History, the Carolingian Empire, Catherine the Great, Denmark, Latvia, Lithuania, India, Frederick the Great, The French Revolution (largely for its historical significance), Habsburg Empire, King Louis XVI, Latvia, Medieval Europe, Napoleon, The Georgian Period, The Reformation, The Renaissance, and the classics.
Art: Thomas Gainsborough, Titian, David (the French painter, David, pronounced like Daveed), Cassatt, Degas, Renoir, Rodin, Michelangelo, Monet, Renoir, Waterhouse and the Pre-Raphaelites

Dislikes.
Dickens (who he swears writes like he is being paid by the word, or something), sand, bad chocolate (if there's such a thing), cats, insanity (most of the time), disruptiveness, impropriety, things that are loud and obnoxious, being avoided, being shunned because of what he is OR who he is, Potions, the fact that a werewolf can't get a job anywhere doing anything.

RP Entry: (Third person)

This was my first for another RP.

#23

2008-06-06T19:00:15Z

Name: Xenophilius Lovegood
Birthdate: 20 December 1960
House: Ravenclaw
Residence: family farmhouse in Hay-on-Wye, Wales
Classes: Divination, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, Charms
Positions: Secretary of the Charms Club, member of the Gobstones Club, (possible Quidditch commentator?)

Appearance:
Xeno had, as a small child, white-blond hair that has darkened into a warm brunette as the years pass by. He feels no inclination to take care of it or cut it. His green-grey eyes default to wide, though they narrow with virtually any expression. His face is an average oval shape with a small cleft in his chin.
Xeno has reached six feet tall but is unlikely to grow any taller; mum and dad are both a bit shorter than he is. He is narrow through the shoulders and hips and still carries an adolescent awkwardness in his frame and his walk. This gives the impression that he is smaller than he really is, to be compensated by a larger-than-life manner later in life. His hands and feet are proportionate to his body, and he is not particularly good- or bad-looking.
Xeno has no real distinguishing marks. He generally has a layer of dirt over his shoes, and his trouser hems are often a mess; his wanderings make this unavoidable. There is the usual back-pocket bulge of young men, though Xeno’s is from a reporter-style notebook and pen kept on his person at all times rather than a wallet. In his front pocket, he keeps a pocket watch made for him by his father. He prefers his clothes “with character”, which is to say hand-me-down and out of style even when they were new. He often has ink spots on his hands, forearms, and clothing; this is not something he’s worried about.

History:
Xeno was really named more for his mother than himself, not that he would ever raise a single objection to it: he would himself grow into a lover of all things strange and different. He arrived on a cloudy afternoon, a day or two behind schedule, but his was a quick and easy birth; and Glenda was thankful.
His childhood, however, proved much more difficult. While Xeno, called Xenos around the home, was capable and helpful in the farm chores, it was not unusual for his mind to wander off and Xeno to follow it. The first time this happened Xeno was all of five and had taken himself down into town, dragging a nearly empty water bucket behind him. When the baker’s wife stopped him to ask where his mum was, Xeno answered and waited politely as the baker went to get Glenda at home. Of course, Glenda was frantic by then, and she immediately dragged Xeno and his water bucket back home. She tried to keep a better eye on him, but it was about once every month or two that she had to wander the yard and look into trees, go to town and check the bookshops (every one of them), climb the hills and look for a blond head in the dingy wool of the sheep flock.
Xeno took to his family’s open-mindedness and love of letters easily. His intense natural curiosity and his absolute inability to curb it made him a talkative child full of questions. His magical ability never really manifested in an obvious way. He took an abnormal preoccupation with crypto zoology and mythologies that kept his brain active, but he seemed destined for ‘eccentric’ rather than ‘magical’.
The arrival of his Hogwarts letter was a surprise to Xeno and greater surprise to Glenda. Aldo was thrilled, having never had the opportunity to attend and having heard so much about the school. With such unchecked excitement and pride, Aldo had to come out with his wife and son about his own magical heritage. It was a tense and silent week in the Lovegood household as Glenda considered her feelings toward this new revelation from the men she had known for decades and given birth to. Xeno wandered a bit more than usual in those days until one day he returned home to dad showing mom how he could do the dishes. Business went on as usual from there.
Aldo escorted Xeno to the Hogwarts Express, and Xeno was satisfied with his placement in Ravenclaw after hearing the Sorting Hat’s song. He was a capable if eccentric first year, still prone to wandering--though the castle proved more than enough ground for his thoughts and feet--but eager to apply himself to studies. He found a great interest in History of Magic (which many of his fellow students found more indicative of his oddness than nearly anything else) and in third year happily added Care of Magical Creatures to his schedule. He is not as talented with the more precise arts, but Xeno does enjoy the trying.
In second year, Xeno started a newsletter, just front and back of a sheet of parchment with the Ravenclaw Tower news in lieu of checking the Tower bulletin board. In the next few years Xeno gained a few extra hands to create a bona fide zine covering the entire school that he dubbed the “Pettifog & Hedge”. (Of course, Xeno knows people think he’s a little strange). Though no one really looks forward to the next edition, a fair number of the pamphlets were confiscated in various classes.
So Xeno’s been well-prepared for his seventh year. He drifts in and out of social situations and isn’t too worried about what sticks and what doesn’t; he does fairly well in his gut-instinct classes and has followed them to their N.E.W.T. levels; he looks forward to leaving Hogwarts, though he has no plans to speak of.

Personality:
There are essentially three basic tenets of Xeno.
Xeno is, in a word, observant--he just takes his observations to fairly far-reaching extrapolations. He also tends to notice things, ideas, or suggestions that go undetected by the general populace. It is an understatement to say that Xeno prefers the unorthodox. Open-mindedness is a cornerstone in his family, and Xeno has touted it as a personal mantra. By virtue of this, he is naturally curious, though he offers questions where most would see no need for them.
Beyond that, he is dedicated. School holidays were prime opportunities to expand his horizons, studying muggle literature and stories or exploring the world around his home. Of course, this ridiculous single-mindedness has led to a preoccupied air that comes off as goofy and out of touch. He is sometimes acutely aware of this but mostly ignores it.
Never one to be preoccupied with conventional ideas of daily necessities, Xeno also prioritizes differently. He never carries money on his person unless planning to attend an event where it is expressly needed. He doesn’t think the symbols of status are important and gladly would never buy another article of clothing as long as he lives. As it is, he prefers to find his clothes in his father’s old closets and boxes. Time well spent is time in a book or in the field; otherwise it’s just a waste.
The one thing that gets through Xeno’s cloudy bubble of acceptance is closed-mindedness. In the future, when he’s seen how difficult it can be to continue resisting, he will merely become upset and saddened. Nowadays, however, Xeno is ready to call people out, ready to have the argument rather than walk away. He’s not specifically confrontational on any one topic but rather on any of them if the argument strikes him as narrow-minded.
Xeno is talkative on the right topic. He’s not chatty by any stretch of the imagination. He takes his work very serious, though he does not take himself seriously at all.

RP Entry:
Frowning down on his work, Xeno paused. He turned the page round until the was upside and studied it again. The layout was all wrong. The damned thing looked like a soda bottle monocle, not a magnifying glass. He would never the page charmed right. But it had to go out. Surely people were expecting it, so he sighed, rubbed his bleary eyes, and leaned back over the parchment to brainstorm.

He jumped at the throat clearing behind him and stared blankly at Madam Pince when she reminded him the library would close in ten minutes. Madam Pince looked rather indecisive about something but left without much more explanation. Bother. Maybe he would find better help in the Tower. Instead of heading up, though, Xeno resumed the position hunched over his badly charmed parchment. This would never do. What was so wonky about it? He had been staring too long, but he continued to do so.

Madam Pince was shooing him away before he knew it, and Xenophilius took himself, his bag, and his parchment around the corner to perch in a nook near a large torch. He didn’t realize how long he sat until another step of footsteps echoed at the far end of the corridor. In a smooth practiced he pulled out his watch. He had not realized it was this late. And now a prefect to come and interrupt his thoughts. Xeno hurried to collect his things, to get moving before the voice broke the fragile thought trains and processes--but to no avail. The voice rang out, echoing like the footsteps had before it, and Xeno turned in place to stare down its owner.

#22

2008-05-31T02:30:37Z

Name: Edgar William Bones
Birthdate: 23 September 1959
House: Hufflepuff
Residence: Oxford, Oxfordshire, England
Classes: Ancient Runes, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Potions, Transfiguration

Appearance: At first glance, Edgar is far from an imposing figure. He's on the short side and slight of build, and it's easy to interpret his dark-rimmed, heavy-lidded eyes as evidence of a sluggish nature. However, he carries himself with a practiced confidence: he doesn't slouch, he walks along at a quick, firm pace, and he always looks people in the eye. He would rather avoid the question of whether he's attractive, but even if his facial features tend to be pointy, he's happy enough that everything is in its right place. Both his hair and his eyes have changed color since childhood: the blond hair he was born with has darkened to an unassuming shade of brown, and his hazel eyes have settled into dark brown. Edgar's dress style is clean-cut, calm, and conservative. He has fairly good grooming habits--he probably shouldn't publicly admit how much time he devotes to his hair every morning--and he takes excellent care of his clothing.

History: There are two notable facts about Edgar's birth. First, he was born only ten months before his sister, Amelia. Thus, while the two have always been close and have grown up as constant companions, Edgar has, from a young age, focused on the fact that he was older, and that gave him the right to boss around his sister. Sometimes. When she let him.

The second notable fact is that Edgar was born with profound hearing loss in his left ear, though this wasn't discovered until he was nearly three years old. His parents, Richard and Josephine, took to the task of helping him adapt to his condition, and they came up with plenty of strategies to ensure their youngest son wasn't left out of anything: from an early age, Edgar learned to pay attention to body language and picked up on some lip reading in order to help him better contextualize everything he did hear.

His childhood was an overwhelmingly pleasant one. He split his time fairly equally between somewhat quiet indoor activities and running around wild outdoors. He loved stories even before he could read, and once he could read things for himself, he tore through any book with an engaging story. Being the middle child, he did sometimes find himself overlooked in favor of his siblings, but he knew how to demand attention for himself if he wanted it. The words "I can do it MYSELF" came out of his mouth at least once a day: even as a child, Edgar was stubbornly insistent on doing things for himself, and he tried terribly to be helpful and independent, even though the consequences could be disastrous. Example: the time he accidentally flooded the kitchen after trying to fix the stopped sink.

Hogwarts required some adjustments on Edgar's part. He was wary of the idea of having to live away from home, and the possibility of being separated from his sister was an even worse thought. He was terrified enough to literally demand that the Sorting Hat place him in Hufflepuff with Amelia--although he claimed it was so that he could look after her. It took him a while to warm up to his housemates and schoolmates, but once he did, he proved to be a loyal, enthusiastic friend. Academics were a more difficult obstacle: while certainly smart, he preferred hands-on practice to lectures and theory, and he coasted by on his good memory and sheer talent than actual hard work. Textbooks often went unread (there was no coherent plot to History of Magic, Edgar was disappointed to find out), homework was hurriedly finished at last minute, but he paid close attention when he was interested in the subject (Transfiguration, DADA, Muggle Studies).

Shortly before Edgar started his fifth year at Hogwarts, his parents were killed in an attack by bloodline fanatics, believed to be orchestrated by a man called Voldemort. Though pureblooded, Richard and Josephine weren't blood purists, and if anything, they cultivated in their children a sense of respect for and curiosity about Muggles. Edgar was aware of Muggle persecution, as well as the general pureblood elitist attitude, and he remembers well the infamous childhood incident where his sister threw a tantrum in front of some prejudiced acquaintances, but until tragedy hit, he hadn't understood how serious the issue was. So his parents' deaths knocked his world off its axis, in more ways than one. He took their deaths hard, spending the following school year wallowing in his anger, sadness, and frustration. He was especially frustrated by the lack of justice for his family, and his inability to do something, do anything, to make things right.

His sister threw herself into her schoolwork, but Edgar took the opposite approach, letting all academics fall to the wayside as he sulked and grieved. It took some prodding by his Head of House to get Edgar to focus on schoolwork and not fail all his classes, and somehow, he managed to secure decent enough scores on his OWLs, at least in the subjects he enjoyed. As more time went on, his grief and anger no longer consumed him, though the emotions still remained. He's taking his seventh year for what it is: the last year before he has to throw himself into the "real world." He's determined to enjoy it. He doesn't have a definite idea of what he wants to do after leaving school, but he does know he wants to work toward justice for his parents, and justice for Muggles and other non-purebloods.

Personality: The typical first impression of Edgar is that he's polite, but quite reserved and serious. He's just not the most open person, and he takes a while to warm up to others. Being half-deaf, his tendency to hang back allows him to focus on collecting details, soaking in external and environmental clues, and following non-verbal communication very well. He's a lot more perceptive than people might initially give him credit for. Once Edgar feels comfortable enough with someone, he'll have little trouble engaging in enthusiastic conversations, and though he's not particularly playful, he does have a dry, wry, and often self-deprecating sense of humor. As broody as he can be, he's not quite as uptight or self-absorbed as one might first believe he is.

Chief among Edgar's personality traits is practiced confidence. He belongs to the "fake it 'til you make it" school of thought, and he deals with his self-doubt, fears, and insecurities by ignoring their existence. The truth is that underneath his surefootedness is a sheer terror of failure: Edgar's instincts just have him running toward the source of his terror, not away from it. He's action-oriented, and he feels anxious when faced with a problem without a clear solution for him to be working on. He needs to feel like he's being constructive. He's exceptionally stubborn, and he has a terrible time trying to be patient and let things run their own course. He's not very good at leaving things be. Transfiguration is his best subject, likely because of his innate drive to control, shape, and change the very nature of things. He's more than willing to step up and be a leader, and given a little permission (or not), he's perfectly content bossing people around. He can be a know-it-all at times, but he tries to curb any show-off tendencies.

While Edgar might have made a good Gryffindor, he's still an excellent fit for Hufflepuff. He's committed, dedicated, and loyal. As respectful as he is, Edgar cares more about fairness and empathy than any strict adherence to rules. He's not afraid to question authority, particularly when he's concerned about what's fair. He's drawn to and respects people who respect others, who genuinely listen and care. He likes--and thrives on--the sense of belonging and teamwork that's prevalent in his house.

Edgar resents (usually with some embarrassment) any special treatment or attention for his hearing loss. Not knowing what it's like to experience life in stereo sound, and having adapted and compensated in his own way, he doesn't see his condition as the disability that other people might assume it is. In classrooms, he'll position himself so that he can rely on his good ear to hear the teacher, but he's reluctant to sit in the front row, even when he should. Sitting in the front row would just be uncool. He has a hard time in noisy, crowded situations: being monaural, he can't easily exclude background noise. He'll duck out of loud parties; he tries to take his meals as early as possible, before the Great Hall gets too crowded, and he picks his seat to avoid having someone sitting on his deaf side; and he only attends Quidditch games to support his sister. He denies that he's embarrassed or inconvenienced by his hearing loss, but that's one of his stubborn "fake it 'til you make it" convictions. He doesn't exactly hide his condition, but he doesn't draw undue attention to it. His housemates surely are familiar with it, as are any other friends, as at one point or another, he'll probably have had to ask them to not talk to him from his left side, or he's apologized for not answering them if they've called out to him across a noisy corridor.

For fun, Edgar is into Muggle detective novels. He's a fan of Arthur Conan Doyle, Wilkie Collins, and Agatha Christie, but his favorites are Dorothy L. Sayers' Lord Peter Wimsey novels. He doesn't get all the Muggle references, but he likes the humor and the plots. He follows professional Quidditch, listening to professional matches on the WWN and cheering on the Appleby Arrows, but he's not that interested in Hogwarts Quidditch beyond supporting Amelia. Muggleborn friends have also got him interested in Muggle football, although he hasn't actually ever seen a match. He has a rather nice wizarding chess set, but he tends to lose as many games as he wins; thinking of and following long-term strategy has never been Edgar's strong point. He's actually a far better at, and has more fun playing, Exploding Snaps than chess.

He's interested in girls, and he has a modest and not-so-serious dating history, but he's in the habit of being wary of any girl who actually likes him. He doesn't know why they would choose to like him. At the same time, he's also wary of any guy that might like Amelia: he's convinced they're just trying to take advantage of his far-too-nice sister. Speaking of his sister, Amelia's one of his closest friends, and she knows him better than anyone else ever has. While the two are more than capable of driving each other crazy, he's willing to depend on her more than he depends on anyone else--though, of course, he wouldn't admit that. And after all these years being her (slightly) older brother, watching out for Amelia is second nature for him. He has no qualms pushing and challenging her if she seems to need it, and he's her biggest supporter, full stop.

RP Entry: Right after dawn was Edgar's favorite time at Hogwarts. Calling him a morning person would be an understatement: the quiet calm of the early hours just so happened to energize him--make him obnoxiously giddy, some might say--nearly every morning without fail. Sure, by lunchtime, he'd inevitably be drained of that bouncy enthusiasm and he'd spend the rest of the day feeling tired and cranky, but for those morning hours, at least, Edgar was ready to take on the world.

This particular morning, his stride was verging embarrassingly close to skipping as he passed through the common room. The familiar sounds of other students waking up and getting ready for the day--probably far more reluctantly than Edgar--were comforting, and he paused a moment to fully appreciate the temporary peace.

The downside to peace, though, was that it could be very boring, and Edgar was in far too good of a mood to spend this time by himself. He'd have to wait for someone else to wander down to the commons and persuade them to go to breakfast with him, and if he had to resort to a strategy of pounce-and-drag, he would.

Edgar knew how to wait one way, and one way only: impatiently. Within seconds, he was rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting with the collar of his school robes, the heavy garment still feeling a bit itchy and uncomfortable after a summer's worth of disuse. He stifled the urge to check his hair, but he when he felt through the floorboards the subtle vibrations of someone heading into the common room, he hurriedly ran a hand through his hair and tried desperately to look casual, as if he hadn't been waiting for someone--anyone--to join him.

#21

2008-05-26T13:17:48Z

Name:
Evan Gabriel Rosier.
Birthdate:
July 29th, 1960.
House:
Slytherin; seventh-year Slytherin prefect, if possible.
Residence: (Where your character lives outside of school)
Three things make a Rosier: (1) a ridiculous sense of one's own importance; (2) faith in the Catholic God and a subsequent appreciation for the works of Evelyn Waugh; and (3) the archetypal English country house. The Rosier home lies in in Oxfordshire, and it's the kind of place the National Trust salivates over and brings lines from Brideshead Revisited to the tips of visitors' tongues. (Yes, there is a chapel.) In truth, it is an impressive estate, although there is some decay around the edges; still, it's a grand, imposing fortress of a home, a fitting symbol of the Rosiers' legacy and permanence in society. (No, there aren't any phallic symbols about; why do you ask?) Evan, for his part, finds the whole thing rather archaic and dull, although that hasn't kept him from enjoying the shocked looks on classmates' faces when he invites them over, nevermind the ability to hide from his parents in the labyrinthine system of rooms.

Classes:
OWLs: Arithmancy [O], Ancient Runes [O], Astronomy [E], Charms [O], Defence Against the Dark Arts [O], Herbology [A], History of Magic [O], Potions [O], Transfiguration [O].
NEWTs: Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Transfiguration.

Appearance:
Petulant might be a good summation of Evan Rosier's looks, as despite leaving puberty a few years ago, he still has a tendency to pout childishly when denied his way, which is to say most of the time. Despite being not entirely bad looking, Evan's prone to rather ugly expressions --- the cool indifference and arrogance that so rarely leaves his face, the way he has of setting his jaw when serious --- which is what makes his ploys at sincerity (and the rare moments in which he's able to arrange his features into some facsimile of such) so surprising. (That, and the fact that when he tries for such a look, he manages to appear rather Bambish, suddenly the image of a twelve-year-old again.) Still, there's hope he'll grow into his face: his features are interesting, if nothing else --- a long face without particularly harsh angles; a small, full mouth; large, deep-set eyes of a rather vivid shade of blue; and a nose that can only be called unfortunate. His dark hair is typically worn long in the front, spilling over an expansive brow and nearly dipping into his eyes, and it tends to seem unkempt, if not, at times, greasy.

At seventeen, Evan's finally achieved something in the way of height --- his first growth spurt the summer before third year left at a comparatively paltry 5'8", but, slowly and steadily, he's finally added another three inches to his height, leaving him at just over six feet tall. Not that height has made him a frightening figure: Evan is what would charitably be called lanky and what's in truth just skinny; he has long, thin limbs that recall nothing so much as a spider, the only saving grace being Evan's preternatural grace --- what he lacks in bulk, he makes up for in elegance, and some very well-cut clothes. That being said, were he to skip a daily bath and turn up on the streets in an old shirt, some ill-fitting trousers, and scuffed trainers, he'd look every bit the geek; there but for the grace of Madam Malkin and years of lessons from his parents goes Evan.

History:
Once, a long time ago, the Rosiers were a family of upper-class French wizards --- the kind of family the produced members of the International Confederation of Wizards, an occasional Minister for Magic, and one of the least popular Beauxbatons headmistresses. They were also of relatively poor blood quality, with a Muggle corps as prosperous as the wizarding, much to their considerable displeasure. After several centuries of languishing at the bottom of the league tables for Pureblood nobility, one of the more industrious branches of the family pulled up stakes and moved to England, figuring that a reinvention was necessary. For the most part, the gamble worked: the Rosiers in England quickly established themselves as an integral part of Pureblood society, happily hexing over their history and pruning the family tree into something that resembled the ideal. Within a few generations of arriving in England, they were considered to be as Pureblooded as the next major family, and there's not been a complaint since. Money, certainly, has gone a long way toward improving the Rosiers' legacy: whom they couldn't make disappear, lie or explain away, or simply eliminate, the Rosiers were happy to bribe out of the family. This is, perhaps, why the first Rosier to attend Hogwarts was sorted into Slytherin, along with almost every other: it's in the blood, although not its purity.

Thanks to all of this history, then, by the time Josiah Rosier came of age, he was firmly entrenched in wizarding society. With good standing and enough of the family legacy in the bank to ensure a comfortable lifestyle, he set about making a good public reputation for himself through an old Rosier trick --- public service. He quickly entered the wizarding diplomatic corps upon leaving Hogwarts, joining the Department of International Magical Cooperation, serving as an aide to a member of the International Confederation of Wizards before becoming an aide to the British wizarding ambassador in Germany. It was through this post that he met his wife: Sophie Fenner, a talented English witch of German ancestry (and a considerable amount of pride in such). The two were married within a year of meeting --- about the time it took Josiah to move from "vaguely competent" in German to the level of "hey, I know what you're saying about me" --- and quickly established residence in Berlin. When the then-ambassador to Germany was recalled to Britain and promoted to aide to the Minister two years later, Josiah took his place; a short time after, Evan was born.

Even, then, grew up in a politically active household, and in a household more than certain of its importance in the world. In that sense, then, it was certainly an interesting childhood, and given his father's position and the amount of travel it entailed, Evan was possibly the one student in his year to find Hogwarts a bit of a letdown ("meh" was his assessment; I've seen more interesting castles). That being said, it wasn't nearly as interesting a childhood as he'd like others to believe --- his father may be important politically, but Evan-the-toddler was far from it, and he spent the majority of his childhood being minded by wizarding tutors while his mother organised social events and his father, well, worked. About the only practical advantage from his childhood was a head-start in terms of languages: Evan picked up German early, becoming effectively bilingual by necessity and convention, while his parents also had him study French, apparently under the impression that he should prepare for Hogwarts the same as he would for Eton.

At the age of eight, the family returned to England, Josiah now a delegate to the International Confederation of Wizards; Sophie and Evan mostly remained in Oxfordshire, where Sophie went back to the business of keeping the Rosier name linked to charitable acts, while Josiah worked from the Ministry, occasionally allowing Evan to come along for Confederation conferences, summits, etc. By the time Evan started Hogwarts, then, he had been spoiled rotten, was almost entirely unused to the company of other human beings his age, and a first-class prat. He, of course, was blissfully unaware of this, and felt he had a happy, normal childhood --- he was more or less given anything he wanted (within reason), he always had access to tutors and books to satiate any passing academic curiosity, he was a confirmed wizard by the age of six and great things were predicted for him (granted, those things were predicted by his mother, who had barely managed an 'Acceptable' in Divination), and nothing traumatic had ever happened to him. Hogwarts was just the next step in --- well, whatever it was he was supposed to do until he people appointed him King of the World.

To no one's surprise, then, he was sorted into Slytherin immediately. To everyone's surprise, however, Hogwarts agreed with Evan: it took him time to figure out how to relate to people his age, but he eventually made something like a friend in Jeremiah Wilkes. Classes were always relatively easy, given his pre-Hogwarts schooling and his parents' willingness to hire tutors during the summer to expand his education; in consequence, he never had much to fear academically, and quickly established a reputation as a 'keener.' Given his feelings toward broomsticks (get that thing away from me before I cram it up your---), he was never going to be the more athletic type; he escaped lightly, all things considered. Indeed, his tenure at Hogwarts can mostly be characterised by a studious refusal to draw much attention to himself, as, for the most part, Evan's slid by as that kid who takes ridiculous notes. He was appointed a Prefect in his fifth year, partly as he was the least of only bad options and partly because, well, he'd kind of earned it. In his style, Evan was delighted by the news --- there's nothing he likes more than being better than someone else, after all --- and the chance to abuse his power; he hasn't gone overboard as of yet, but with war on the horizon and allegiances being declared, who knows what will happen next.

Personality:
Evan Rosier would like to be an enigma wrapped in a mystery, but the blunt truth is that he's simply an asshole wrapped in some decent manners. Make no mistake: he is an asshole, and, yes, he knows it. Behind closed doors, he is petulant, sulky, whiny, more than a bit bratty, and hilariously immature; it's possible he's uninvited Jeremiah Wilkes from his birthday party and meant it as a serious threat. When he drops the act and all his graces, Evan's the archetypal only child/spoiled brat, unkind even to those whom he calls friends --- This is the last time I let you plan anything, God, you're stupid is not an uncommon refrain when things go wrong. (That this is delivered in a whine that would make a five-year-old blush does not help.) That being said, the childishness is more harmless white noise than anything else: Evan likes to talk, and Evan likes the sound of his own voice, and, as such, he sees nothing wrong with having a good moan when those around him fail to live up to his (ridiculously high) expectations. When this vitriol is turned on the world, certain other students (James Potter, Sirius Black), politicians, historical figures, or just passing clouds, he's almost amusing, at least to those of a similarly pessimistic, nihilistic, narcissistic mindset.

Evan, at any rate, certainly has that mindset, along with delusions of grandeur that deserve to be studied and put as a case study in a psychology textbook. He is, for better or for worse, not entirely stupid, but, more than that, he's also interested in certain subjects, not so much for marks but for his personal edification. That these subjects are all clustered around military theory, history, and political theory is the troubling part as well as rather telling --- Evan wants to rule the world, and, failing that, to leave his mark on it. Consequently, he plays up his academic success and reputation, and has made a small name for himself at Hogwarts by being 'bright': besides being a good reputation to hold, it gives him a chance to lord his power over others. (Sure, he'll help you revise, but not for your sake: he likes the fact that people come to him for help; it's a small high.) It's also his best chance at gaining power and fame: Evan knows he has no hope of becoming a wizarding superhero like Alastor Moody, but he can plan the strategies to take someone like that down --- and, hey, that ought to make him a legend.

Surprisingly, for all of this, Evan is usually capable of making a decent first (and even second) impression. Indeed, the face Evan presents to the world is often at odds with the bratty, spoiled child demanding power; Even has a fair amount of impulse control, care of his upbringing, and he knows enough to keep his mouth shut, smile politely, nod, and inquire after the health of those he cares nothing about --- as much as he can, he tends to try to present himself as polite, studious, and almost quiet; he tends to spend his weekends in the library, revising and writing, although not for the courses he's enrolled in. The streams of insults can be saved for the few he trusts enough not to share, or those so equally depraved that he has equally damaging kompromat on them. As such, he's the model of a charmless man: he does well socially, chalking up some of his reticence to shyness instead of the real reason (i.e., I can't think of an insult stupid enough for you); only those who've actually heard Evan talk about others and himself would realise that, at heart, he's soulless (despite the years of weekly mass and feigned faith), an intellect without a conscience, and a young man absolutely intent on gaining power by whatever means necessary. What's scary is that so far he's been fairly successful: a member of the Slug Club, a Hogwarts Prefect, and his pick of careers after Hogwarts --- it's impossible to estimate the amount of damage he could cause.

(Good thing he dies young, then.)

RP Entry: (Third person)

It was a Saturday night at Hogwarts, and as there had been a Quidditch game that afternoon (someone won, someone lost, someone went to the hospital clutching his nose --- that was about as much as Evan knew and cared to know), the library was deserted. Most of the good little boys and girls were safely in their common rooms, celebrating victory or mourning loss, and Evan could only assume the Slytherins were doing the same. He'd left the sixth-year Prefects in charge, claiming that he was going to patrol dangerous areas, and as he hadn't heard any ominous noises, he hadn't felt any need to go back and check to see whether or not Wilkes had finally taken revenge on Snape for his deprecating remarks about Quidditch.

Indeed, Evan wasn't even thinking about his housemates; instead, he was toying with several documents absolutely unrelated to his classes, including a German account of the bombing of Hamburg he'd requested his father send him. He had the same look he always had while translating: vaguely dazed, mouth open a bit and bottom lip thrust out in a babyish pout, one hand cupping his chin as the other scratched a quill against parchment.

Lost in his own world, Evan had every intention of leaving his housemates to cannibalize each other and of returning in the morning to deal with the carnage, which was why, even as the clock warned the hour, he made no move to pack up his things.

#20

2008-05-25T22:45:28Z

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Name: Dorcas Tearza Meadowes
Birthdate: 1 May 1960
House: Gryffindor
Residence: Currently with her Mammy and Pap, her Da's parents, and her older twin brothers, while her parents were still in the pro leagues. It's a large stone farm house on the outskirts of Connacht. They started off a poor but very large Irish family, but with the careers of both her parents, the financial situation in their home (including the huts where her cousins live on property) is evening out.
Classes: 7th Year Classes- Charms (OWL=O), DADA (OWL=E), Potions (OWL=A), Transfiguration (OWL=E), CoMC (OWL=O), Ancient Runes (OWL=A)
Dropped Classes- Astronomy (OWL=P), Herbology (OWL=E)

Appearance:
Tomboy is probably an understatement here. Dorcas hasn't worn or owned a dress since she was three. She very likely never will if it isn't Order related. She dresses mostly for comfort: muggle sweatpants, windbreakers (tear-aways), or shorts. Despite detentions, she's always worn tennies (unless she's on the field and needs cleets). Only tennies. So much so that eventually the professors gave up fighting her on it. And if she can get away with it, she wears just a sports bra, if not it's tanktops or tshirts.

Her hair was kept in a single long braid or a ponytail until the middle of fourth year. One day after Quidditch practice Sirius said she would look like a pretty girl if she ever left it down. Dor whipped out her wand right then and there, chopped it off, and threw it at him. Now the length fluctuates but rarely gets longer than her jawline and never longer than her shoulders. It's never brushed, but she's picky about hygiene so it's always washed. Her face is always clean and also clear since she has never worn make-up in her life. And, of course, her complexion is a nice even tan since she's always outside. However, she's often covered in cuts and bruises.

History:
Dorcas was born the 3rd child to a fullblood professional Quidditch player and a muggle professional football player. Brighton Meadows met Ceara Devon the year that each was drafted. A muggleborn teammate from the Kenmare Kestrals (who Brighton was drafted as 1st string keeper for) took Brighton to a professional woman's football game. The moment he saw Ceara, he knew he had to have her. It only took a few months of chasing and then nine months later Andre and Andrew Meadows came screaming into Ireland. And despite their hectic game schedules, Brighton and Ceara married before the boys were born and barely a year after that, Dorcas Tearza Meadows entered the world.

Dorcas, Dre & Drew were raised by Brighton's parents. He and Ceara traveled a lot with their respective careers and her parents still don't know he or the children are wizards. Mammy was a pureblood and Paps is muggleborn, but neither tried to turn Dor into a proper young lady. And she was anything but. She learned at an early age how to kick her brother's arses. Until they got their first brooms, the three of them were avid football players. Dor and her brothers played in kiddie leagues, both football and quidditch, until they got to Hogwarts. And on more than one occasion their Irish tempers got them kicked out. Especially Dor's. Mostly because she hated being called a girl.

That attitude stuck with her in Hogwarts. She tried to get onto the quidditch team her first year with a little trouble and a few threats, but no one really gets on their first year, so she was only upset about it, really, until April or so. And it was pretty much a breeze for her to get on second year, she had the natural talent thanks to her parents and the sheer determination that her teammates seemed to respect (her brothers didn't make it until the following year). But Dor realized early on that the boys of her year (especially the quidditch team ones) had their own little club, No Girls Allowed! It irritated her to no end, and of course she wouldn't stand for being so outed like that. So she befriended, begrudgingly, Lily Evans and one or two girls from her own house and year, who seemed at least tolerable for girls. Sometimes they nagged her about being more lady-like, but for the most part they (Lily really) seemed to accept her for who she was, and that was actually pretty much a big relief for Dorcas. And though she and Lily got friendly, Quidditch turned out to be an easier way to make friends she actually had things in common with. Dor remained mostly a loner, though. She never talked to girls willingly, except Lily. And her only close friends were her brothers and, in later years, Sirius. Though she ended up taking a slightly protective stance on Remus and Peter as the years went on.

Dor also began to develop feelings for Siri, though she'd never admit it. Relationships are too girly for her. The way things work with her and Siri usually involves a hell of a lot of violence. They take out their anger on each other, fighting in the all out fist fight, kick the hell out of each other, fight club everyone walks away bloody kind of fights. And that calms her anger and relieves sexual tension for the most part. But there really hasn't been much time for that lately.

Dor is set to be drafted second string chaser for the Kenmare Kestrals (her brothers are 2nd string beaters) and already being looked at for the Irish Nationals, directly out of school. Quidditch is her life. When she has time apart from that, she likes to mess with cars & motorbikes (mostly foreign made) in an old barn at home. Other than that, she's just trying to get through the last year she is forced into school and away from the war. Her Mum's a muggle and she loves football, so it's only natural she's against Voldemort. She's violent, forward, and impulsive. Not the best materials to save the world, but she plans on at least trying to join the fight as soon as she can.

Personality:
Dorcas is more a tomboy than anything. She plays in the mud. She ignores her feelings. She acts without thinking. Her idea of dealing with things is to start a brawl and bloody herself up. Nothing is a big deal when your mouth is full of blood, you're so sore you can't move, and the other guy is worse off. And don't dare call her a girl. Nothing will get you hit faster. Dor is impulsive above all else. She jumps blindly both feet into things. She's often told that one day it'll get her killed. But Dorcas is also very loyal and very strongly believes in equality. Mostly because she was raised with a women's lib perspective (thanks to a pro-sports mum) and now applies it to equality between bloods.

Modesty has never been a trait of Dor's. She'll change in the boys' locker room with out flinching. She's mostly flat chested and figures they aren't attracted to her anyway. And she swears she couldn't care less. Dor has never dated and doesn't plan to. If by chance she meets a guy who understands her and finds her attractive too, she'll consider it. But until then the first bloke that watches her change in the locker room gets his ass kicked... and she'll probably do it naked without a single thought. She doesn't hesitate to negotiate with her fists, but never holds her tongue either. She's got the only record not held by a Slytherin for most fouls in Hogwarts Quidditch and a verbal assault record to match in Filch's cabinet.

Dor's main strength is her fierce Gryffindor loyalty. And of course her sense of true justice and equality. Were she not so hot tempered and impulsive her ideals would have put her in Hufflepuff. But Dor has a mean right hook and the right attitude to freely use it. Her temper is her second biggest weakness or flaw. First and foremost, Dorcas' pride is her worst downfall. She's happy with herself the way she is and gets highly offended when other people aren't. Few things set her temper off quicker than a shot to her pride.

RP Entry:
Sitting alone in the Gryffindor changing room, Dorcas nursed a broken wrist and a bruised ego. She was too full of pride to admit to Pomfrey that she'd swan dived 50 metres across the pitch. The new nurse would probably just ramble girly nonsense about how Dorcas shouldn't play like a bloke because she was too pretty to get all dirty. Then Dor would get detention for telling the mental bird off. So it was better to just try and mend herself... as dangerous as that was.

How hard could it be to fix a broken bone anyway? She knew Ravenclaws in her year who could do it. And she'd had so many broken bones that she had certainly seen it enough. It was just a matter of using her non-dominant hand and focusing through the pain. Then no one would know she'd even crashed. No harm done. Or so she thought.

"Nice landing, Dorky."

Jerking her head up mid-swish, Dorcas flicked herself in the wrist with her wand. Yelping, Dorcas turned to glare at the invading and rather sarcastic culprit. Though she knew it was Siri before she turned around. No one else was as rude to her, though she knew he was just doing it to take the mickey. And no one else ever got away with calling her Dorky. She'd just broken his nose enough that she figured she could let it slide a few times.

"Don't see you tryin anythin new on tha pitch," she retorted, her accent always twice as thick when she was in pain. And of course attempting to heal herself was out of the question now that Sirius had obviously seen her crash. So Dor just summoned an ice pack. And despite her best efforts she couldn't stop herself from flinching when she set it gently on her wrist. "'Sides, if the Broadmoors kin, Aye kin. What 'ave they got tha' Aye ain'?"

#19

2008-05-25T00:19:06Z

Name: Guinevere “Guinny” Marie Fawcett
Birthdate: 7 May 1960
House: Ravenclaw
Residence: Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England in Fawcett Cottage, a residence that has been in the wizarding Fawcett family for generations and passed down traditionally to the eldest son.
Classes: N.E.W.T. Levels in Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration

Appearance:
Guinny is exceptionally tall, standing at 5’9.” She’s mostly legs and arms, and thus considers herself to be an “awkwardly lanky mess.” Due to her odd proportion of appendages, Guinny tends to carry herself in a self-conscious manner. With care and practice during her “awkward phase” during second and third year, Guinny’s learned to have good posture and refrain from being too clumsy—but she’s the embodiment of gauche when she’s tired or upset.

She has shoulder length chestnut hair, which has a naturally loose curl, and which Guinny will occasionally charm to wear as straight on special occasions. Guinny prefers the naturalesque look. She most often wears her hair down, and, if she decides to accent it, does so only with a simple headscarf.

What Guinny lacks in grace of stature, she makes up for in a pleasing, ethereal face. Guinny was rather plain as a child, and was often said to resemble her brothers and father much more than her mother, but, during her fourth year at Hogwarts, that ever-coveted wand of Youthful Bloom gave Guinny’s features a tap and blessed her with a much matured face. Guinny’s pale skin is set off by naturally rosy cheeks, a generous helping of freckles, intelligent green eyes, and a small but sharp mouth. Guinny’s most defining characteristic is a childish, slightly upturned nose that gives her an impish air.

Guinny’s wardrobe might best be described as whimsical-meets-flower-child. Guinny enjoys charming and sewing her own clothes, and generally opts for soft pastel colors, such as periwinkle, cyan, and powder blue. Depending on her mood, Guinny will either don simple combinations of solids, stripes, and polka dots or opt for a feminine touch of floral or paisley. Guinny prefers being out of her Hogwarts robes as much as possible, and has been reprimanded on more than one occasion for wearing her cherished Muggle clothing on inappropriate occasions.

History:
Guinny is the youngest of four children born to her Wizard father and Muggle mother in the quaint village of Ottery St. Catchpole. An unexpected pregnancy, Guinny came into the life of her aging parents nearly ten years after their previous child. Mrs. Francesca Fawcett was tickled pink upon the birth of her only baby girl; as much love as she had bestowed upon her three sons, Francesca had always longed for a little girl to be her dress-up doll and confidant. Needless to say, Guinny was doted on by her mother from the moment she emerged from the womb—even more so when Mr. Edwin Fawcett, an Unspeakable at the Ministry of Magic, died tragically due to an unexplained incident in the Department of Mysteries.

Guinny was seven years old at the time of her father’s death; her youngest brother, William, made the decision to support his mother and sister upon his graduation from Hogwarts by staying on at Fawcett Cottage and working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. Guinny’s second older brother, Oliver, is a squib, and works in London as a journalist for the Times. The eldest of the Fawcett boys, Frank, works as an auror in St. Andrews, Scotland and recently married fellow auror Rilla McWhorter. The Fawcett family is a very close-knit one; the two older Fawcett boys visit home regularly and often send financial support to the rest of the household, who have lived in reduced circumstances since the death of Edwin Fawcett. Guinny is especially close to her mum, who nurtured and doted on Guinny as a child, and, as time progressed, grew to be Guinny’s closest friend and confidant.

When Guinny received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her initial reaction was one of fear and uncertainty. Guinny was most accustomed to a relatively Muggle way of life with her mother, and, though assured and prepped by her brother William, it was with much trepidation that Guinny first set foot on the Hogwarts Express. Her first few weeks at Hogwarts turned out to be very trying ones. The sorting ceremony frightened Guinny out of her wits, even more so when she found herself placed in Ravenclaw. Both of Guinny’s wizard brothers had been Hufflepuffs through and through, and Guinny had assumed that she too would be placed in her siblings’ house.

What followed for the next weeks of Guinny’s time at Hogwarts was a period of alienation and homesickness. She wrote home to her mother religiously, and spent her free time cooped up in Ravenclaw Tower, absorbed in her studies and afraid that she would hardly live up the academic expectations of Ravenclaw. It was only on an early September day, after Charms class, that Guinny began to enjoy her time at school. This was owing to the kindly influence of Professor Flitwick, who, after observing Guinny’s keen work ethic but self-imposed isolation, took the time to remind Guinny that her own father had been a “rather pensive Ravenclaw” like herself—but eventually became one of Flitwick’s closest friends during his schooling at Hogwarts. Flitwick observed that Guinny had inherited her father’s brains and wizarding talent, but also, unfortunately, his “ridiculous tendency to over-analyze.” Encouraged by Flitwick to become less anxious about her studies and more amiable around her peers, Guinny followed his advice and soon found that life at Hogwarts could be enjoyable—in fact, after a year at Hogwarts, Guinny had come to acquire a warm love of her “second home.”

Though Guinny was treated with a friendly interest by other students, she, along with her closest friends, earned the labels “bookish” and “odd.” She gradually learned to conquer a shyness born of fear and become more assertive and pleasant to those around her, but she still retained an inborn cautious nature, confiding only in a tight-knit circle of Ravenclaw girls and even then withholding her most delicate thoughts and emotions to share with her mother by mail. She still continued to devote much of her free time to her studies, but she learned over time to let the small things slide. By the time fifth year rolled around, Guinny’s academic uptightness had significantly mellowed, and she found herself surprisingly content with two A’s on her Potions and Ancient Runes O.W.L.S.

One significant instance that helped Guinny to put her academic fervor into perspective was a horrific relationship she endured during her fifth year at Hogwarts. When Guinny returned to Hogwarts for her fifth year, it seemed as though the summer had lent to her a new touch of beauty that did not go unnoticed by several members of the opposite sex. Guinny soon found an admirer in Roger Gibson, a sixth year Ravenclaw and star chaser of their quidditch team. Flattered by attentions that she had never before received, Guinny excitedly entered the territory of a romantic relationship. For the first month of her time with Roger, Guinny was giddy with infatuation. Previously unconcerned with quidditch, Guinny devoted herself to attending Roger’s practice and games and spending countless hours in his company.

It was only later in the school year, as Guinny began to buckle down for O.W.L.S. studying and, consequently, had less time to devote to Roger, that she fell victim to first to a dysfunctional, over-possessive relationship. Roger’s abuse began with passive aggressive tactics, then scathing verbal attacks, and finally escalated to physical blows. It was the first trouble that Guinny never shared with her mother—she felt too afraid, and, somehow, too ashamed to tell anyone about Roger’s abuse. After three more months of a horrific period of Roger’s attacks and subsequent insincere apologies, the abuse culminated in Roger’s use of a wounding curse on Guinny.

Guinny suffered from the curse for two days before two of her concerned friends insisted that she go to the Hospital Ward to have her wounded shoulder looked at. The nurse was shocked to discover that the deep gash on Guinny’s arm had been the result of dark magic—a wound that couldn’t be healed magically. Despite repeated questioning following the event, Guinny insisted that the injury was her fault, the result of a DADA assignment gone wrong. She was afraid of revealing her abusive relationship, which she ended abruptly with little more excuse than that she and Roger simply “weren’t compatible.” Fortunately, Roger was expelled from the school only two weeks later for use of improper magical aid during a quidditch match. Despite Roger’s absence from school, the presence of his past actions have haunted Guinny ever since. Guinny never told anyone, including her mother, about her experience, but the changes it worked in her soon became evident to her closest relations. Guinny reverted to the reoccurring pensive spells that characterized her early days at Hogwarts and, naturally, has become exceptionally leery about members of the opposite sex. Roger was her first romantic endeavor, and she has not so much as flirted with a boy since.

Now in her final year at Hogwarts, Guinny is intent on finishing her classes with the highest marks before committing herself full-time to the Society for Distressed Witches, an organization founded by Dorcas Wellbeloved in 1800s and well-known for its charitable work and care for abused and mistreated witches. Although well warned by her mother and professors that the job will be low-paying and, according to some of her teachers, “a complete waste of talent,” Guinny feels certain that she is choosing the right path—a conviction born out of her own traumatic experience with Roger. Although Guinny feels she can never share with her mother and friends her deepest reason for choosing to join the SDW, she believes that such a line of work will be not only cathartic, but also a chance for her to provide guidance that, in retrospect, she wishes she had during her fifth year.

Personality:
You might call Guinny an eclectic product of two worlds. Her close relationship with her Muggle mum has made her a near carbon copy of the gentle and sprightly Francesca Fawcett. Guinny is well versed in Muggle culture. She adores Muggle literature and music, and enjoys doing some things “the hard way,” such as gardening and cooking without the aid of magic.

Despite Guinny’s naturally leanings toward and appreciation of the Muggle world, there can be no doubt that she also the daughter of Edwin Fawcett. Only a few years of studying at Hogwarts lead the rest of the Fawcetts to peg her as the “brain of the family.” She inherited her father’s curiosity and knack for learning magic, and, whatever setbacks she had early on in her education due to a fairly Muggle upbringing, she soon made up for with the Fawcett intuition. Guinny’s greatest passion is learning. She pursues what she loves with a fierce intensity, and despite the occasional ridicule for being “bookish,” she’s quite content with her scholastic niche at Hogwarts.

Guinny may appear at face value, then to be little more than a Muggle-raised braniac, but behind her sprightly, over-achieving façade lies a much more tangled mess of a young girl. However high marks she might make in her prized subjects, Guinny feels she’s little more to credit than simple academic achievement. Guinny’s protection against any feelings of inadequacy is simply scholasticism. When she can’t use books or papers to solve her problems or supply some lasting deficiency, she clams up into a self-doubting mess. Therefore, Guinny rarely likes to venture beyond the bounds of where her mind and wit can take her, whether in conversation, action, or long lasting relationships.

Brought up in a relatively sheltered environment Guinny also retains an air of naivety. Trusting to a fault, she might as well have the sign “Tread On Me” plastered on her forehead. Guinny is incredibly intuitive and discerning as to other’s emotions—not so much as to their intentions. Though not necessarily faults, these qualities turned out to be very unfortunate in Guinny’s dealings with the abusive Roger Gibson. Since her traumatic experience, Guinny lost her ability to trust unconditionally—especially where boys are concerned. Guinny is a stubborn idealist, though, and consequently a romanticist. Although a brief encounter with brutal reality may have shaken much of the youthful naivety she first brought to Hogwarts, Guinny still clings on to the almost buried hope that all things eventually work out for the best, and that good-hearted heroes do still exist. Of course, Guinny runs the risk of passing any such hero up, thanks to the defensive mechanisms she’s placed up ever since her dealings with Roger.

Guinny also has her share of more blatant faults. Her discerning attitude often gives way to a judgmental one, and she finds it hard to get over bad first impressions. Guinny is incredibly frank to the point of brutal bluntness. She sees no purpose in mincing words or smoothing over awkward circumstances. Her ability to cut to the quick is amusing enough when it’s all good-humored wit, but she can make for a fierce opponent in a round of verbal sparring. Guinny has a noticeable odd streak. Her taste in clothing is decidedly unique, and she often makes witticisms or observations that fly over the head of her peers. Her affinity for Muggle culture can also be a bit much for others—especially purists.

As far as Guinny’s dealings with the general populous goes, she’s generally even-tempered and amiable. In her mind, however, there are three unforgivable characteristics a person can possess: insincerity, intolerance, and injustice. Anyone displaying one of these unfavorable qualities can be sure to find themselves on Guinevere Fawcett’s bad side.

All told, Guinny’s currently a jumble of emotions, convictions, and mannerisms—many as paradoxical as the background from which she hails. Inward feelings of inadequacy coexist with assertive witticisms; faith lost in mankind keeps company with a stubborn idealism; a desire to help abused witches issues from the same soul that still desires closure on her own painful experiences. And all the while Guinny’s heart resides in the land incongruities, she’s trying to make the most sense of her last year at Hogwarts as best as she can.

RP Entry:
Guinny drummed her brightly painted fingers on the arm of the overstuffed reading chair in a secluded corner of the Hogwarts Library, a copy of A Charming Guide to Domestic Life resting in her lap. Mum’s birthday was in a week’s time, and she intended on charming an old lamp she had bought at discount in Hogsmeade into a perfect addition to the Fawcett living room. She scrunched her eyebrows as she whispered back the spell listed under a section titled “Illuminating Illusions.”

“Priori pigmento verdis,” she whispered, committing the spell to memory; she didn’t want to bother lugging the rather large volume back to her room in Ravenclaw tower. “Priori pigmento—”

“Excuse me.”

Guinny gave a short gasp, her curly head snapping up to face a smirking boy dressed in Slytherin robes.

“Could you tell me where to find books on Ancient Runes?”

Guinny narrowed her eyes. “Do I look like Madame Pince?”

“No,” came the smooth reply. “You’re much, much prettier than Madame Pince.”

“Save it, Lockhart,” she snapped, shutting her book with an overemphasized force. “You don’t even take Ancient Runes.”

The blonde, smirking boy simply shrugged his shoulders and stayed put. “Maybe I just wanted to know more about Ancient Runes. I’m smart too, you know, Little Miss Bookworm.”

“If you were smart, you’d know better than to talk to me, Lockhart. I don’t deal well with egomaniacal prigs. Why don’t you ask Madame Pince?”

After a good ten seconds of long, cold staring, Guinny rose from her seat, brushed past Gilderoy Lockhart and walked down the aisle to return A Charming Guide to its proper place. Boys—weren’t they all egomaniacal prigs? Guinny sighed and reflexively ran her fingers over a deep gash on her shoulder that had never fully healed. Yes—they were a hopeless lot.

#18

2008-05-24T12:03:47Z

Name: Jeremiah Nigel Wilkes
Birthdate: 10 June 1960
House: Slytherin
Residence: Chatham, Kent, England; a strictly suburbian, predictable, and unspectacular house.
Classes:
OWLs: Ancient Runes [O], Arithmancy [E], Astronomy [E], Charms [E], Defence Against the Dark Arts [E], Herbology [E], History of Magic [O], Potions [E], Transfiguration [E].
NEWTs: Astronomy, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration.

Appearance:
By most accounts Jeremiah was not utterly bereft from birth in the looks department, though it would be something of a stretch to say that he was exceedingly attractive. Of the most oft-abused stereotype when it comes to male physiognomy – that is to say, "tall, dark, and handsome" – he fulfils, at best, one and a half of the three. Tall? Indeed, Jeremiah stands at six feet one and has a lean Seeker's build, all wiry frame and tapered long limbs. Dark? Debatable – his frequently tousled brown hair is more apt to take on a blond tint beneath the sun, and often he looks rather typically pasty in that characteristic British way. Handsome? Well, perhaps "striking" is more appropriate; his features angular and formed by rather hard lines – strong jaw-line, sharp chin, and cheeks drawn so hollow by the proud high cheekbones in his narrow face that Jeremiah has a tendency to appear rather gaunt. A certain amount of athleticism and quick reflexes aside, he carries himself with a deceptive lethargy, a slow long drawl present in both his speech and movement clearly implying that he is better than getting worked up about the current state of things. Pride is a factor here, inevitably enough: there is sometimes an unmistakably disdainful curl to Jeremiah's generous mouth, a haughty appraisal in his dark eyes, and his default expression (when he doesn't stand to gain anything by being charming to you) can best be described as: make like Elaine of Astolat and drown already. For the most part, though, he manages to school his features into something less incidentally vitriolic.

History:
The Wilkeses were the typical middle-class Wizarding family: with a long history of incidental blood purity and a steady output of mid-level Ministry officials, they were considered to be upstanding, unambitious, and ultimately unexciting citizens, the sort of pillars that societies are founded upon. This current generation seemed bent on winning the prize for Being Par for the Course: a white-picket house in Chatham, steady Ministry jobs for both Emmett and Samantha, and a precocious young son whose deliberate incineration of an out-of-favour teddy bear at two years old marked him as being unequivocally bound for Hogwarts. Growing up, Jeremiah was already proving to be an "odd" child: bright and intense, he was the boy who led local children in seemingly insane escapades, who would calmly attempt a balancing act atop a cathedral roof and emerged unscathed, simply because falling never occurred to him as an option. As Jeremiah grew older, Emmett and Samantha spent a lot of time worrying about the child; they couldn't afford to stay home and watch him, and at five years old he was already proving to be too much for local babysitters. Off to Muggle primary school he went.

Needless to say, Jeremiah resented this decision a whole bloody lot, until his first-grade teacher, one young Ms Chesterton, asked to test him for "special education"; after all, a boy of six years who could extensively quote Le Morte d'Arthur had to be special in certain ways, and that unnerving way in which he made her feel like she was always stating the obvious couldn't at all be normal. When the aptitude test results came back, concern turned to accolade, and of course a healthy dollop of "I knew it! I knew he was special!" was thrown into the mix as well. In any case, Jeremiah spent those first few years of elementary school as a sort of golden boy ("so much potential!"), and the attention somewhat pacified his extremities. Still, the sense of broader horizons and the knowledge that this was only to pass the time until Hogwarts kept him from becoming complacent. But there was no denying the fact that Chatham was irrevocably, terminally boring.

Hogwarts, however, certainly was not. The freedom of turning eleven and boarding that train, a new world to discover and conquer, quite went to Jeremiah's head. And furthermore, the classes there were actually useful, and there was Quidditch too. The first years were as close to happiness (or at least, "more satisfactory than usual") as Jeremiah had gotten thus far in life, even though Slytherin's blatant class bias hardly worked in his favour. A challenge, certainly, but not an insurmountable one, as his speech inflections imperceptibly morphed to take on a hint of the upper-class (cling to the consonants, drop the vowels), his penmanship markedly improved (your essays had better look damn good if you want the impression marks), and too-many-languages-to-properly-enumerate were steadily learned from dorm-mate (and more often than not, semi-conscious tutor in "how to act like a rich Catholic swot") Evan Rosier.

Jeremiah has also enjoyed a successful run since third year as the Slytherin Quidditch team's Seeker, and since sixth year has found himself, unsurprisingly but still pleasantly, captain of the team. The rest of his Hogwarts years have thus far passed uneventfully enough. The intellectually-exhibitionist tendencies from his pre-Hogwarts years have mellowed into a sort of calculated slacking, with his grades permanently hovering above "average" but not quite entering the realms of "spectacular". He has remained on decent terms with most of his house-mates, forming true friendships much less often than highly convenient brief alliances, but considering the fact that many others seem to have the same goals in mind, this could hardly be called surprising.

[N.B. I was admittedly being presumptuous in writing up Jeremiah's position(s) on the Quidditch team; needless to say I would be very glad if this is okay, but I would also like to apologize in advance for again, any presumptions made, and just say that I am absolutely okay with being asked to rewrite this last part.]

Personality:
One of the archetypal Slytherin traits is eloquence, the image of the silver-tongued serpent being inextricably tied to the house, and this is perhaps the trait one would most readily associate with Jeremiah Wilkes. He is and always has been charismatic – but of course, that's the nice way to put it, and those who aren't inclined to be nice would call him a manipulative bastard. Personally speaking, Jeremiah is more partial to this latter way of thinking, because this talent at manipulation is something he's proud of, and he finds euphemisms a waste of time when he's not the one employing them to good effect. And on the diametrically opposite side of this preference for bluntness is his gift with words. Jeremiah likes getting what he wants, but he likes getting what he doesn't even really want all the more, since it's not the final objective that interests him but rather the process of procuring.

Jeremiah enjoys storytelling because he's very good at it, and because it's fun to watch you gape like a fish over some particularly outlandish tale. These stories are hardly ever personal (that would be simply too gauche) but he is often full of amusing anecdotes and distracting little cliffhangers, lazily and seemingly carelessly drawled out, but – ah, the magic is in the delivery, of course! In reality these tales are rather more premeditated upon, calculated to give a certain impression with inextricable links to charm. This has two main implications in his social skills: first, that he would be a welcome guest at a party (as a rule, Jeremiah makes friends or at least acquaintances, and not enemies; entertains but is rarely offensive; and gets people's guards down without them becoming aware of the fact), and secondly, he is given plenty of opportunity to hone his powers of deception. Jeremiah is an adroit liar, the type of boy to clasp your hand warmly while driving a dagger into your back without the slightest change in his schooled expression – probably a bright genial smile you would have no reason whatsoever to doubt.

Most people are either charmed by him or repulsed by his duplicity – it depends on how much of his little games they've seen him play, and whether they've had first-hand experience with Jeremiah on the Quidditch field, at which point any and all honeyed words are shed for an intent sense of purpose, and a distinct okayness with playing dirty. When it comes to the sport, he demands nothing but the best from himself and from everyone else, and takes losses very badly. (That Jeremiah is a sore loser is a very telling note: he's obviously not used to it.) But Quidditch aside, Jeremiah much prefers to not get his hands dirtied and is satisfied with being a back-seat driver. He likes to not take charge of a situation, because of an acute sense of self-preservation – this way, if something goes wrong then he would not be to blame. His view on life is often tempered by schadenfreude and a belief that he is untouchable, two traits which, more than anything else, show his immaturity. He likes, for the most part, the things that teenaged boys like (Quidditch in all aspects, herbs of the not-perfectly-aboveboard variety, somewhat questionable humour) but is bothered by the fact, as the image he tries to present to the world is somehow above all these juvenile temptations.

RP Entry:
Making a good impression on Slughorn was nothing; making it seem incidental and effortless was everything; and that meant, of course, not resorting to such cheap tricks as surreptitious offerings of crystallized pineapple, as that was just too obvious and heavy-handed and not to mention actually really very stupid. Besides which it was uneconomical, as unlike Evan, Jeremiah had no virtually-limitless funds at his disposal, and unlike Snape, he was not a Potions prodigy. Good at the subject, certainly; better than many if not most, of course, but this was not something that could verily be contested. Besides the fact which there was Lily bloody Evans to contend with as well, and as a rule – the rule being don't pick a battle you know you can't win, of course – he turned his attention to other aspects of life at Hogwarts. Namely Quidditch.

If he had to pore over anything for an ungainly amount of time, Jeremiah figured that it might as well be Quidditch strategies. The common room was deserted, of course, and the fire burnt quite low. He rubbed his eyes and tugged at his already loose tie; the clock was striking – one, two, it was two o'clock already and there was Charms first thing in the morning – this was obscenely late even for a night owl like him, it truly was, but sleep was evidently not forthcoming, so better put those insomniac hours to good use.

(Don't work hard; work smart.)

16/17

2008-05-22T22:45:41Z

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basics
NAME: Alice Ophelia Fenton.
BIRTHDATE: May 5th, 1960.
HOUSE & YEAR: Gryffindor, 7th.
RESIDENCE: A town house in downtown Lewisham (Greater London, England). The Fentons live in a neighbourhood that's not unknown to magic, but primarily resided by half-blood families. Alice's favourite part of her house is the back yard, full of an unimaginable amount of flower beds, plants and trees that she helped her mother plant. During the summer, she's usually found lying on the grass, trying to soak in as much sun as is possible in London.
CLASSES: Charms, D.A.D.A., Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration.

appearance
FACIALLY: Alice's eyes are big, almond-shaped and a mix between blue and grey. Her nose is average, not too big or too small, though just a little bit crooked; product of Alice smashing her face against a wall and breaking it when she was 7. The medi-witch that took care of her did a good job at fixing it, but a small bent is still noticeable to anyone who pays minute attention to her face. Her lips are slightly full, and more often than not, coated with lipstick. She has big teeth that, while not perfect, are white and even and a wide smile that's more than a permanent fixture on her face. Alice has a round-shaped face that's too pale for her own good; when she blushes, the whole of it turns into a deep shade of scarlet. There's nothing she hates more than that.
HAIR: Her blonde hair is her favourite feature and something Alice treats with great care. It's long, just a few inches past her shoulders, and she usually carries it down and straight. She's known for changing her hairstyle every once in a while, though – from curls, to a short bob and there was also that time, back in 5th year, when she was trying to be 'different' and dyed her hair black.
BODY: Alice hasn't measured herself up in ages, but if she were to take a wild guess, she'd say she's standing at about 5 foot, 9 inches right now, which makes her considerably taller than most girls her age. Her height was something that used to bother her while she was growing up (waking up one day to realise how awkwardly long your legs suddenly are can be a bit upsetting to some), but is now something she's more than okay with. Her weight is appropriate for her age, around 151 lbs., and another thing she's careful with by way of a healthy diet.
STYLE: Just like any girl (or most of them, rather), Alice loves wearing make-up, but she doesn't go crazy with it. She's usually seen wearing dark shades of lipstick and blush (something she started to use as an alternative to conceal her natural blush), but other than that, she keeps things as natural as possible, choosing to use light shades, unless the occasion calls for something different. Her fingernails are long and well-manicured, though she rarely paints them. She tends to dress casually, but doesn't have an specific style - as long as it's comfortable and it makes her look good, then it's fine for her. She prefers wearing trousers over skirts or dresses; that way, she doesn't have to worry over sitting this way or that, to keep wandering eyes in check.

history
PARENTS; Maurice and Eveline (née Burke) Fenton.
THEIR HISTORY; Though they were only two years apart, Maurice and Eveline never really noticed each other during their years at Hogwarts. The chances of a shy Gryffindor girl dating the outgoing Hufflepuff prefect were pretty slim. It wasn't until years later, when Eveline paid a visit to her dad at the Ministry, that the two met again. Her father had been busy, dealing with a couple of under-aged wizards that had recently broken the law, and Maurice had been sent to tell her she would have to wait a bit. Half an hour later, Maurice was there again, saying she'd have to wait longer than expected. The third time he was sent to ask her to wait longer, Eveline was close to dying from boredom and he stuck around to keep her company. They talked for almost an hour, time enough to realise they had many things in common. They developed a friendship right then (with Eveline paying more and more visits to his father during the afternoons), which soon turned into a romance and eventually, they got married.
THEIR RELATIONSHIP; Maurice and Eveline are so different, yet so alike, they compliment each other very well. They're both very dedicated to their family, with Maurice usually playing the role of the laid-back, permissive parent and Eveline the one to make the ground rules and make sure everyone follows them. Occasionally, this difference in their parenting styles causes them to have an argument or five, though never in front of the kids. Maurice always backs down first, leaving the house for a couple of hours to let his wife cool down while doing some cooling off of his own. When he comes back, the house is pristine clean and Eveline is too exhausted to argue anymore, giving them an opportunity to talk things out and fix the problems.

PERSONAL HISTORY; If you ask Maurice Felton to describe his first daughter's birth in one word, he'd surely go for nerve-wrecking. It all started two weeks previous her birthday, with the constant false alarms as Eveline's contractions kept getting more painful and closer together. Twice they had to drive to go to the medi-wizards, only to be sent back an hour later because it wasn't time, yet. May 3rd rolled around and the contractions came back – only this time, they were even more painful and not so far between and Maurice was thisclose to start screaming along with his wife, he was so nervous, the poor thing. It didn't help that his wife had to endure over 20 hours of labour before they finally, finally got to hold their little daughter.

She was a big, chubby baby with a tuff of blonde hair perched on her head and big, wide eyes that were the clearest shade of grey anyone had ever seen in their family. She was greeted with yells of congratulations to the proud parents, while her mum cried while laughing non-stop and her dad kissed her mother while whispering over and over again how proud he was of her. Her grandma soon interrupted their private moment, though, as she raised her voice above the small celebration and called dibs on naming the baby. Her other grandma interjected and demanded she were allowed to name the baby, aswell, and before an argument could break out in between the two of them, Eveline offered they both came up with a full name for the baby. Three days later, the baby still remained unnamed and just when Eveline was about to give up, she heard from her mum and mother-in-law.

And so she was named Alice Ophelia Fenton, officially born on May 5th, 1960, under the accurate sign of Taurus. First daughter, first granddaughter, first niece... Alice was the pride and joy of the Fenton family, all of them fighting over spending some time with the little girl in their arms. Unlike her present self, Alice was a quiet baby and she rarely cried. Like uncle Andrew always said, she had too much fun being curious, her wide eyes darting back and forth whenever she sensed movement anywhere, to waste her time crying over nothing. But boy, whenever she did cry, she made sure everyone in the neighbourhood noticed she was upset.

Growing up, Alice gave her parents a run for their sanity. She was a restless child, always moving, doing this and that, hiding under the bed, in the closet, trying to climb up the dinner table and just about a hundred more things that had Eveline almost ripping her hair out and Maurice laughing at his daughter's antics. She became quite prone to injuries from an early age, almost giving her parents a heart attack the day she approached them with a big bump on her forehead because she had jumped too high and had fallen off her bed. And then came the bruised finger that got accidentally caught on the oven door, the broken nose she got while trying to get away from the annoying neighbour's kid and running straight into a wall and the elbow that got dislocated after she tried to ride her dad's broom and failed. Miserably. Somehow, the pain never seemed to deter Alice from going after trouble every time and her mother often wondered if she had done something wrong somewhere along the way.

But when she wasn't off pulling crazy stunts, Alice was the sweetest, best-behaved girl in all of Lewisham. She helped her mum around the house, enjoyed grooming the garden with her everyday, and spent her free time playing around the neighbourhood. There weren't many kids her age around, but that didn't stop Alice into going up to older ones and demanding to be included. Afterwards, she would go home (maybe with a black eye, after getting hit accidentally with a baseball) and have dinner with her family while she interrogated her father non-stop about his day. The time she spent with her dad after dinner was usually her favourite part of the day, and trying to get her to bed afterwards was always a nightmare. Alice loves her father dearly, his personality and the way he lets her get away with stuff his mum would never approve of are just two of the reasons why they formed a strong bond.

Alice was nearing her 10th birthday when her interests shifted. The older girls from the neighbourhood she hung around with were growing up, and naturally, so was Alice, albeit prematurely. Soon, thoughts of playing ball or tag with the kids were left behind along with her toy broom, to be replaced with make-up kits and colourful dresses that she had to work really hard not to get dirty before dinner, while boys became the root of all evil. She made a mess of her mother's make up, tripped and fell countless of times while trying to walk in her too-big shoes and even tried to give herself a haircut – needless to say, she was quite glad her hair could re-grow overnight, otherwise she would've spent the next couple of months locked in her room, not letting anyone see her.

Her mother died a year later. No one knows what happened or why, her body was just found a little ways away from their house. There were no signs of struggle or damage, so everyone concluded it had been a magical murder. Her death caused Alice great pain and she went from being a lively girl to someone who would barely talk and only ate to appease her father. Going out of her room was also something she rarely did, unless it was absolutely necessary – she would start crying every time she walked out and didn't see her mum sitting at her usual spot on the couch, hunched over the stove, or whenever she looked out the window and didn't see her knee-deep in dirt. With Eveline's death, Alice's relationship with her father became stronger as neither wanted to leave the other out of sight for too long. The worst part of everything was that come September 1st (which was only two months and some odd days away), Alice was supposed to start her first year at Hogwarts. The Alice that boarded the Hogwarts Express wasn't the same upbeat girl she had been during her childhood days and her first year at Hogwarts wasn't at all what she had imagined, mainly due to her subdued attitude. She was sorted into Gryffindor, which gave her a bitter-sweet feeling since her mother had been sorted there, aswell.

The following summer felt even more depressing than the previous had. With the busy schedule that came with being at Hogwarts, her mother's death had been pushed to the back of her head and it all came rushing back when she stepped inside her house, her father's arm around her, and realised how empty it felt. She'd never had enough time to mourn her mother and that summer, she seemed to let it all out. Crying and wallowing wouldn't solve anything. By the time second year came, Alice was resembling more the girl she used to be – a little less reserved, a bit more outspoken and a more attentive student. Alice is an average student, far from getting straight Os and only putting effort into those subjects she know would be beneficial for her future. That's the only reason why she failed one of her 7 OWLs and did poorly in another one... it wasn't related to Frank Longbottom kissing her or asking her on dates. At all.

Before Frank had asked her out, Alice hadn't given much thought about boys – just the usual silly crushes on older and unattainable guys. Having her friend come up and kiss her out of nowhere had come as such a surprise for her, that her only plausible response had been to push him away and slap him soundly. Several times, to get the point across. But after the shock had worn off, the idea of her and Frank didn't seem so... odd. And maybe it was a bit predictable, if the way they'd been acting around each other for the past year was anything to go by. When Frank asked her on a date later on, she was just a bit hesitant, but ended up saying yes, anyway and shortly thereafter they became an official couple.

Alice has always been a realistic girl, and even though she really liked Frank and enjoyed spending time with him, the fear that their relationship could end anytime or that she would get her heart broken always made itself present whenever the two had a row, but when their relationship turned a year old, Alice began thinking that maybe they were more serious than they'd let on. Maybe it was that thought that jinxed them, because the summer after their sixth year, they broke up in a very unusual way. Frank wouldn't return her owls, he would avoid her and when Alice had finally got fed up and travelled to his house to demand an explanation, his mother had been the one to tell her he didn't want to see her anymore. Alice was torn in between feeling angry or sad, but after realising that someone who didn't have the guts to break up with her in her face, and instead did it through his mother, wasn't someone worth being sad over, and the anger won in the end.

Alice plans on starting her seventh year solely focused on herself, her studies and acing the NEWTs - she needs the best grades if she plans on being an Auror. Frank will continue being ignored for the moment, but maybe she might forgive him someday if he keeps up with the apologising. Just as long as he has a good reason, of course.

personality
This is the part Alice hates the most, talking about herself, because she never knows if she's being accurate enough. You want to know how Alice is? You should probably ask her dad; the one who watched her grow from a reckless, restless little girl into an equally restless, but not as reckless, young woman. The truth is that Alice hasn't changed much since she was a kid (keyword being much), except perhaps that after her mother's death, she was forced to mature and stop looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. Still, the basics of her personality have stayed intact throughout the years. Nowadays, and if she's given enough time, Alice thinks things through before acting, weighing down the consequences of her actions, as opposed to the silly impulse of, 'acting first, thinking later' that everyone knew her for. Good thing, too, because who knows how many more broken bones the poor girl would have if she hadn't grown out of it.

Some other people you should to about Alice would be her friends and housemates; the ones who spend the most time around her. They would describe her in five words, the first one being outgoing. She's so extroverted and so out there, that she easily makes nice with everyone, even those people she never remembers the names of. Funny thing about Alice is that, even though she has a terrible memory for many things, once she meets someone, she'll never forget their face. The only exception to her 'friendly to everyone, no matter what' rule has always been the Slytherins. When it comes to House stereotyping and prejudice, Alice is not ashamed to admit that she's one of the first ones to take part in it. Of course, now that she's made friends in both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, she knows better than to think they draw the line at being just or loyal or total bookworms, but she's never bothered to get to know any Slytherin to figure out if there's also more to them than what meets the eye. But despite this rather stubborn side of her personality, Alice isn't one to hold grudges for too long and it's quick to let little things slide with a simple shrug of her shoulder.

Alice is very cheerful. Her wide smile has become a permanent fixture on her face, and she's so easily amused, she's always laughing at everything and nothing, until her eyes water and her stomach hurts. She never takes things too seriously until the situation calls for it, in which case she becomes completely serious and focused on what she's supposed to do. A loyal friend, Alice is one of those people that once you have her on your side, she'll be a friend forever; no petty arguments, no backstabbing. She'll always be there for you and she'd do anything for her friends, even if it implies fighting tooth and nail for them. In both the metaphorical and literal sense of the phrase.

Rewinding now and going back to her horrible lack of memory, another word her friends would use would definitely be scatterbrained. To put it simply, Alice hasn't lost her arms because she has them firmly attached to her body. While many people have trouble remembering where they put their keys, Alice has trouble with the keys, her shoes, her tie, books, quills and Merlin knows what else. Her absent-mindedness doesn't only apply to losing stuff, though, and she has to constantly write lists down to remind herself of things she needs to buy, homework she has to finish and turn in, important dates, etc., which prove to be pointless in the end, since she usually loses those, too.

Ask her professors and they'll say with a chuckle that Alice is one of the most outspoken, most argumentative people in their class. Always the first one to speak up in class if she has any input on the subject, Alice says what she thinks, exactly while she's thinking it and not giving too much thought on whether it could cause controversy or not. She hates 'beating around the bush,' as muggles would say, and is known for going straight to the point. She's quite stubborn when it comes to arguments and can go on discussing a topic for hours on end until she's either satisfied with the results of the argument or until the other person backs down or agrees with her. A simple, 'agree to disagree' would never appease her. In fact, it would only fuel her to finish the discussion in her favour. Her study group would refer to her as bossy, but only because she's usually the one to take the lead in their study session. She makes a good leader, but doesn't like the role much. She would rather others played that part while she helped from the background.

And well, the last on the list would be Frank and Alice would very much like to know what he would say about her. He's seen a side of her no one else has had the chance to see – the romantic side. Frank brings out in her a positively giddy side that daydreams of happily-ever-afters and things such as the future of their relationship, that no 17-year-old should be thinking about. But even though she puts her best efforts into her relationship with Frank, Alice is very realistic when it comes to it. In the end, she knows there's no such thing as fairy tales, and the fact that things with Frank feel so perfect sometimes is actually quite scary. She tries not to be a pessimist, but a part of her can't help but expect that somehow, it'll all be over soon. Good things must come to an end and all that, right?

THIRD PERSON RP EXAMPLE:
Even to this day, Alice had no idea why all of a sudden, her relationship with Frank had ended. She had wasted half of her summer wracking her brain for a plausible explanation, while the other half was spent coming up with gruesome ways of revenge against him... okay, that's actually a total lie. Despite trying her hardest not to let the sudden break-up bother her in the slightest, it was impossible not to feel sadness over her first and only relationship coming to an end so abruptly. Alice wasn't afraid to admit that some time during the year the two of them had been dating, she had fallen in love with Frank and his crazy ways. It was impossible not to, when the big idiot was so endearing. But he had really hurt her this time, and there was no way in hell she would let him off the hook so easily. If he really was as sorry as he claimed to be, he would have to work very hard to win her back.

Alice rolled her eyes to herself the first time Frank whispered her name, bending her head forward a few inches to hide her face away from him, and focusing her whole attention on the piece of parchment in front of her. Bring it to a boil, stir in the salamander scales and wait four minutes before adding the beetle eyes. Keep it on a high flame until damn it, would he just stop! Alice cursed under her breath as she read over her ruined Potion's homework, looking up to glare at Frank for a brief second before looking away again, her long hair brushed over shoulder to conceal her face further. She didn't feel too bad about having to re-write the inch and half she'd already done of her homework because, if truth be told, the whole thing was a complete, disorganised mess. She had lost her track of thought the moment he had first whispered her name.

The hour was almost over and Alice weighed on the idea of restarting her homework then or waiting until she got to the common room. The latter wouldn't give her an excuse to keep herself busy and ignore Frank, so she settled for the former, rummaging through her bag for a fresh piece of parchment and a new bottle of ink. She paused mid-search when the farthest side of the table to her right erupted into chuckles, and she didn't even have to look up to know it was Frank's doing. She looked up, anyway, curiosity for what Frank was doing now getting the best of her, and she saw the whole exchange between him and Professor Slughorn. His words made her smile, as though they were proving her point, earlier - even when he was being a silly idiot about to get in trouble, he managed to make her smile. A shake of her head and Alice let out a long sigh. Maybe she was the idiot.

She tried to focus on her homework, tuning out the whispers and the laughs of everyone around her, and it worked for all of three seconds, until Marlene elbowed her on the ribs and motioned towards Frank with a flick of her head. Alice groaned rather loudly, staring pointedly at her friend and shaking her head again. "Would you please tell Frank that interrupting me while I'm doing homework and getting in trouble isn't exactly working in his favour?" She spoke clearly and loud enough for her voice to carry over to Frank's side and hoped that the false warning would make him stop. At least for the time being.

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2008-05-22T21:34:00Z

.Basics.
NAME; Frank Anthony Longbottom.
ALLOWED/BANNED NICKNAMES; Frank would like to point out to everyone that his real name is Frank. Not Franklin or Francis or any variations thereof. Frank's glad his name is short and to the point, like him. Call him Frankie or Tony and you're really pushing it. The only one allowed to give him nicknames is Alice, and she has every right to.
AGE/BIRTHDATE; November 1st, 1959. Seventeen years of age.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN; Scorpio.
HOROSCOPE; Expect stamina, incredible courage, intense and stormy emotions, burning idealism, and indomitable will. Gryffindor Scorpios are never drawn in shades of pastel; they are always blood red and mesmerizing gold. There are few followers born under these aspects; Scorpios born into this house tend to be either leaders or loners. They are well placed on the Quidditch field, where their natural competitive streak and their great store of personal energy make them natural Beaters (or, really, naturals at any position on the field). Expect them to get into frequent duels, and expect them to gravitate naturally to DADA, for all Scorpios are fascinated by anything dark and forbidden, and Gryffindor Scorpios will want to take their place as defenders as early in their careers as possible. Expect passion. Expect wisdom. But don't expect a lot of time to take a breather. Many people born under this aspect also end up as Aurors; they're the perfect "bad cops" to the "good cop" Libra wizards.
HOUSE/YEAR; Gryffindor, 7th.
WAND; Dark Chestnut wood, with a Hippogriff talon core. Best for Transfiguration. Limited flexibility.
RESIDENCE; The Longbottom Estate, if you can truly call it that, is located in Bedford, just a couple kilometers from Little Staughton Rd. While it's not ridiculously large in size, the fields and general area around have a certain charm to them. Their home itself is a two story impressive number, although it could do with a few repairs. Frank was notorious for simply climbing out his bedroom window and on to the roof when he was younger, and don't tell anyone, but he still practices it whenever he's home for an extended period of time. What's life without some adventure? Really.
BLOODLINE; Pureblood. The Longbottom family is one of the better-known pureblood families, although not for their blood status but rather their social status. They maintain a good name in the magical community and Frank's mother takes great pride in this.

.Appearance.
Whenever a new addition to any family comes, most family members are quick to claim that the child's features look exactly like theirs. Frank isn't an exception to this, his mother, Augusta, quickly said that his bright blue eyes were the spitting image of hers, and Benjamin ruffled his newborn son's small poof of reddish brown hair and was certain that that was his contribution to their child. Frank's great Aunt Tilly even claimed his outie bellybutton, something he still blushes about to this day. The new addition to the Longbottom family was a welcome one, and Frank continued to grow into his own skin.

There's no denying that he looks drastically different from when he was a child, but if you were to look, really look, at his baby pictures you could still notice that it was Frank. It was Frank who was trying to poke his uncle's eyes out while making a daring escape in that one embarrassing photo from his childhood. Frank stands at 184 cm, but if you were to ask him he'd readily say 188cm. He still has the same hair and eye colour, and an ever constant mischievous smile lined on his face. He's often been asked why he keeps such a cheerful demeanour and he just does as his father would in the situation; shrugs and gives the person questioning him another smile, because that's one thing they can't take away from him. Smiling's good for the soul, dad always insisted on this.

Frank's comfortably been on the quidditch team since 4th year, but please please please don't ask him about him being denied his place on the team 3rd year if you don't want to hear an earful. Because he's been much more quidditch oriented than other students he's been keeping an eye on his physique for a while. Not in the incredibly vain way, but in the It'd be much easier to knock that Slytherin goon off his broom if I had a bit more muscle mass sort of way. He's muscular in a lean way, and keeps an athletic body. Because, even if he's not going to be a professional quidditch player or has no desire to do so, he'd rather be physically fit than just another kid lazing around in the common room. Frank constantly wants to do something, and exercising gives him something to calm his mind down.

It's sort of mildly hilarious when someone considers Frank's dress style. He's self conscious enough to make sure that his clothes are clean, for the most part, and that his hair doesn't look as though he just rolled out of bed, but then he has his moments where he makes the greatest fashion mistakes known to wizard kind. Like most other students he wears his school robes, which are a bit more worn that some other student's. This isn't due to the fact that he isn't able to buy new ones, but he doesn't see the need to. His mother constantly chides him about buying new school and dress robes whenever Frank comes home from school, but he'll just throw his head back and laugh. What's the point! They'll get used also, he's in potions and DADA and Transfiguration, if you walk out of those classes with your robes in mint condition you're doing something wrong. When he's able to dress the way he'd want to, Frank normally enjoys wearing comfortable clothing than anything else. It can look halfway decent, of course, he's not totally against looking nice, he's too vain for that—but! Comfort is key. What's the point of wearing it if you're not going to feel comfortable in it? One of Frank's favourite pieces of clothing is an old blue sweatshirt that his mother loathes with a passion. Frank constantly has to protect his dear sweatshirt from total annihilation when Augusta's around.

.Personal History.
If you were to ask his mother, Frank Anthony came at the worst possible time of the year. The Longbottoms are notorious for having Halloween parties, nothing amazingly big but something to celebrate with family and have a wicked cool time. Augusta was just serving the food for her guests, yes she served it herself because using houselves never solved anything for the Longbottoms, and then she let out an impressive swearword, which she still will not tell Frank to this day. Long story short, Frank crashed her party that she had spent ages on planning, which was simply not acceptable. If it were any other thing that ruined her gathering Augusta would've spited them with every fibre of her being but the second that Frank was put into her arms she forgot whatever emotion she was feeling and a smile lined her face. Pride took over, and from then on Augusta would tease her son about Halloween and his actual birth date of November the first. Benjamin will just roll his eyes at his wife helps himself to another pumpkin pasty and gives Frank a hug. They're an odd family, albeit, but a happy one.

Frank's childhood was exciting, to say the least. While other students recall dreadfully happy or dreadfully sad childhoods Frank can't really label his. He was always a curious one, wanting to get out of the house with his father and go on adventures, whether it was just to buy fresh potion ingredients or learning how to ride a broomstick. If you were to ask him, staying on the move was always a thousand times better than being stuck in the house and listening to his mother and her friends. He truly enjoyed when he was able to spend time with his father, and would hate when Benjamin would have to actually work. This wasn't often, though, due to the fact that Mr Longbottom was an upper level employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Frank tried to ignore whenever his father would disappear for days at a time, because he could never truly be upset at him. Frank would keep himself occupied by bothering his cousins about Hogwarts and what they learned there.

Whenever the thought of Hogwarts would come up Frank would become a bit quieter than usual, although the smirk on his lips would never disappear. To him Hogwarts was where he could finally prove himself and even though he would never be what people label as conventionally smart he wanted to learn how to do magic. Although he couldn't help feel a little anxious about sorting—his mother and father were both Gryffindors and although they wouldn't vocally say that they wanted their son to carry on in their house, Frank felt as though it was something that needed to be done. What if he wasn't brave enough? What if he wasn't enough, period? The thought of any other house suiting him would make him crinkle his nose. Frank would always like to think that he was born to be a Gryffindor and born to be blindly courageous and deal with the consequences of that.

That night that the sorting hat was dropped on Frank's too small head, two things occurred simultaneously. One, he looked at the Gryffindor table, just before he saw nothing but the dusty fabric that was the sorting hat, and saw her. She was sitting there looking at him, as was the rest of the great hall, of course, and he blushed slightly. If anyone were to ask Frank to this day he'd just say it was the excitement of being sorted that caused that pinkness to rush to his face, not Alice. Two, before even being properly placed upon his head the hat yelled Gryffindor! as loud as could possibly be. Frank smiled from ear to ear and hopped off the stool, walking confidently to the Gryffindor table to meet his house mates and soon to be friends. To this day Frank has an incredible pride for his house, only to be rivalled by his love affair with quidditch and his family.

Frank did well at his classes and made friends quickly, he would always have trouble telling people how he kept his grades so high and would just shrug and say that it just came to him. Not being one to study constantly or worry about school in particular, Frank was a natural student, and sometimes favoured by his teachers for that. He had his eye on the Quidditch pitch, though. In third year he had the horror of trying out for Quidditch, and although he was more than a decent flyer he'd gotten his leg stuck in the trick step the day before tryouts. Yes, he was a third year and he was still forgetting to jump that step. Insistent, Frank still flow his best despite a bruised knew and bum leg; it threw him completely off balance, in the wind, no less. He ended up in the hospital wing, without a place on the team. Completely unfair, in Frank's mind, and to this day he still hates brining up his failed attempt at making the team. That summer, Frank trained as hard as he possibly could, and made beater the next year. Ever since that moment, if he wasn't focusing on school or his social life, he'd be thinking about Quidditch. It wasn't a gigantic fascination but Frank enjoyed the sport and then some.

We're forgetting something, aren't we? The pains and aches of growing up and no, Frank wasn't an exception. He'd be first to say something about a girl or to march up to them and ask them to Hogsmeade or use lame pickup lines on them. At first, it was more of a joke than anything, to see if anyone said yes. But then it grew to Frank actually asking girls out, and getting slapped or laughed at or even getting dates in the process. By no means was he a ladies man, even though some times he did go out with girls—always Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs, Slytherins were just horrid at times and Ravenclaws never knew when to let their hair down or were insane when they did. Despite this, Frank had always had his eyes set on one girl in particular, his classmate, Alice Fenton. She was a special case; Frank would talk to her as he would any classmate or friend, but never ask her for more than that. It had to be just right. He wasn't nervous, of course not, he was just waiting for the right time to... ask her on a date? Ask her to be his girlfriend? Frank was completely and utterly clueless to anything when it came to Alice.

It was after Gryffindor had won an incredibly difficult match near the end of 5th year that he just bit the bullet and kissed her. She'd gone down with the rest of Gryffindor on the pitch to congratulate the team, her hair was windswept and she looked slightly out of breath. Frank shoved someone away who was attempting to hold him up so he could ride on the crowd like the rest of the team and walked straight over to Alice and simply said 'hi' before leaning forward and kissing her. She slapped him without a thought but Frank was still smiling days after this happened. He asked her to go to Hogsmeade with him and she grudgingly said yes. They'd been dating ever since.

Well, that's sort of not completely true. Augusta, Frank's mother, particularly loathed Alice for some reason. Frank and Alice had dated most of 6th year, with a few rough patches in between of course, but both of them never could've predicted that they'd break up randomly that summer. Augusta had somehow instilled the idea in Frank's head that Alice just wanted to have children and be a house mom, that Frank would be trapped with her forever if he wasn't careful, and that once they kept dating after the year mark it was all downhill. Normally Frank would just shrug this off, his mother would always say the oddest things, but for some reason he'd actually listened to his mother. He freaked out, but that's a bit of an understatement. He wouldn't return Alice's owls and would always be busy whenever Alice wanted him to go over to her house or vice versa. Eventually Augusta told Alice that her son no longer wanted to see her, and that's when Frank realised how ridiculous the whole situation was. They were just dating, right? No need to worry about babies or other such things. They were dating. Were. Once Frank realised his mistake it was too late, Alice wouldn't listen to him and Frank was heartbroken and wanted to kick himself for being so dense.

Even as the beginning of 7th year rolls around, Frank's still trying to get Alice to speak to him. He'd got a lot of questions as to why his 'steady' girlfriend now pretended as though he didn't exist. Frank just shakes his head and mumbles something about being a complete idiot. Looking forward to Quidditch and class work to keep busy is as tragically dull as his life has become, and Frank still tries to keep a smile on his face. He's a positive fellow, that Longbottom boy. Alice will forgive him, Gryffindor will beat everyone at Quidditch, all his NEWTs will be passes, and all shall be as it should be.

.Personality.
If there's one thing Frank Longbottom isn't, it's an open book. At first glance someone might peg him as the stereotypical pigheaded Gryffindor—too quick to rush into things and too opinionated and loud. While Frank is far too confident for his own good and known for arguing over pointless things, he isn't the stereotype that people feel fit to label him. Because stereotypes are stereotypes and most of the time they're never really true to the person they're trying to label.

Frank has a bad perception of himself, although he'd like to think that things come more naturally to him than most. Frank bites his nails during History of Magic and detests the habit more than most people do. He's a good actor, though. Confident to the masses, Frank almost always wears a mask. He'll act pompous and almost insufferable when it comes to describing himself because he believes that if he can say positive things about himself around others he'll have no trouble telling himself later. He's passionate when it comes to speaking his mind because so often people have problems with their own thoughts and really there's no point in worry about what people have to say about your opinion because at a young age Frank was taught that opinions can't be wrong. Most people need to speak up more and, if you were to ask them about Frank, they'd wonder when he'd shut up with the ranting and raving.

If there's a way to rub a person the wrong way Frank can find it easily, people's little annoyances. He finds it slightly humorous when he does and when they get on their last nerves. Although he makes sure that he doesn't manipulate people, because he doesn't like being manipulated himself. And when it comes to his sense of humour it leaves something to be desired. He'll laugh at the oddest moments and sometimes he laughs for no reason at all. Dark humour has more of an appeal to him than most.

Yet Frank is likeable. He'll be nice to people in other houses and in no way will he only be friends with other Gryffindors. If he sees something that he can have a conversation with someone about he'll have it. He prides himself in being approachable and always makes sure that he makes others feel comfortable around him. If someone needs to talk seriously or just casually he'll be there for them. And as far as friendships go he'll be loyal to his friends, enough to comfortably say he'll hex someone for them—all in good fun, of course.

Another 'puffie trait he has is being hard-working, although he complains when it's called for. When Quidditch season rolls around he'll devote his all towards it, almost becoming too focused on it and unintentionally ignoring other things in his life. Frank has a problem when it comes to concentrating on things; he's never been a multitasker. When he starts to lose focus on something important he'll often ask others to remind him to take care of it, whether it be school work or friendships or eating.

One of the best and worst things about Frank is that he cares so much. He's easily do anything for his family or friends, and especially Alice. He'll try to do whatever they need of him to the best of his abilities and then some. Frank has a sort of save the world syndrome, and sometimes that makes whatever his needs are come dead last in order of urgency. But there's a second year who's lost their cat! Forget all about the fact that you pulled an all nighter last night trying to finish a potions assignment and that this is your only chance for a quick nap, the cat needs to be rescued! He focuses on other people's problems instead of his own, and that, of course, can lead to problems. It's that sort of selflessness that's aggravating to even himself at times but he can't really see being any other way. If you're not out there to help someone or do something with your life, what good are you? He holds the belief that once you become more self focused that's when everything starts heading downhill, and fuck it's a slippery slope.

Overall he's just himself and he really won't apologize for being that way.

.Family/Relationships.
BENJAMIN LONGBOTTOM [48]; Gryffindor. One of the best men you'll ever know. No, really. Benjamin's always the one in public, repairing the damage and hurt feelings that Augsta might make. He's kind as well as considerate, and is well loved and respected by his family and friends. People always ask why he and Agusta got married in the first place, seeing as they're polar opposites at times, but he just shakes his head and smiles. He brings out the best in her. Benjamin's always there to give Frank advice, whether it be for girls or life or otherwise.
AUGUSTA LONGBOTTOM [46]; Gryffindor. There's something incredibly intimidating about Augusta. One can't be too sure if it's simply the witch herself or if it's how she acts that makes people simultaneously be in fear and awe of her. His mother's a character, and Frank won't lie about that. Despite the fact that she's hard to get along with if you're a regular person, she's quite proud of her only son, and Frank's glad to give her something to be proud of.
UNCLE ALGIE [43]; Gryffindor. Oh dear, sweet uncle Algie. Frank's sure that he means well, but he simply cannot stand his uncle. One of the things that would constantly get on his nerves about his elder was that Algie was always so certain of what he thought was right for Frank. This lead to various arguments, although if you were to ask Algie, he'd say that they were as fit as a fresh brewed potion. Even though both of them have had disagreements Algie adores Frank's tenacity, as he puts it.
ALICE FENTON [17]; Gryffindor. Ho. Ho. Hold on, now. Just give him a minute to think before the question. What is Alice to Frank? Love's such an easy word to throw around. "You got me some chocolate frogs? I love you!" But this is more than that, and it's probably even more than he'd readily admit. If only Alice was talking to him again. Please excuse his sulking--Frank's sure she'll realise that they're meant for each other eventually.
MARS [10 in dog years!]; House pet extrodinare. ~~Bwahahaha.~~ Mars was never supposed to exist. Frank's mother detests most animals, but little did she know that her son would make excellent OWL scores, and...who can say no to someone that just aced their tests? One puppy dog stare later and Frank had Mars, whom he adores dearly. One of the best parts of the summer was just going at it alone, hiking in the wilderness that surrounded their property with Mars and just roughing it. There's nothing like a boy and his dog, really. If he could've snuck Mars into Hogwarts he would've, but alas! No more trouble making on his end. Or at least he'll try.

.Academia.
CHARMS; When Flitwick's class is concerned, Frank has to work harder than most people. In his other subjects he feels like they come naturally to him but Charms has always been the odd-one-out, despite his enjoyment of the class.
TRANSFIGURATION; If it wasn't for the essays this class would be Frank's favourite. The practical work has always been enjoyable and there's often a light bulb moment when he's able to do what he sets out to do when it comes to spell work.
DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS; The best and worst thing about this class, is that Frank can't get enough of it. Even though he normally hates writing essays or doing anything that isn't practical, this class is the exception. Whenever anything comes up in DADA, Frank's aware and attentive. He may be a bit fascinated by the Dark Arts but he'd never really have the heart to do any of it. What he's set his sights on is being an Auror, and he hopes that he makes the grade to do so because he feels as though he's found his calling.
POTIONS; While he's not the absolute best student at Potions the class isn't his least favourite or dreaded to Frank. He enjoys learning about the effects and brewing potions during class but writing leaves leaves something to be desired.
HERBOLOGY; Alice was always the one that was better at Herbology than him. He's decent enough at it and even if he doesn't need a NEWT in the course for his career goals, he could very well be trapped with one of the particularly nasty specimens of plant one day and that knowledge could be dusted off and put to use.
ASTRONOMY; Although he really doesn't belive he'd ever need this class when he's done with Hogwarts, Frank's gotten used to taking it and can't stand not going out afterhours to go stargazing. It's a fun class, to him at least, especially when he's not swamped with star charts.

.RP Example.
It was sort of ridiculous that she wasn’t talking to him, but if he was being completely fair it was ridiculous what they were fighting over in the first place. Really, he should’ve known better than to actually listen to his mother for once, and consequently freak out when she went on about him and Alice being married and having children. Children. Diapers. Ugh. It was wrong to hold Alice accountable for the thought when they were just dating. Well, they were dating, before Frank had to go and make a fool of himself in a splendid manner and then not talk to Alice all summer long.

So here he was, tapping his fingers against the table and trying to look past Pettigrew’s oddly shaped head without gaining much attention from anyone, anyone except her. “Psst! Alice!” He leaned forward so he was able to see her clearly; she was sitting a few seats away from him. Frank looked around to make sure that Slughorn was no where in sight before trying again, “Oi! Alice!” He gave another Gryffindor a rude face as they tried to pacify them. She wasn’t talking to him in between classes, during classes, in the commons or anywhere else that he could think of.

Surely she had to talk to him sometime? And really, being with her was all Frank knew. It wasn’t as though he just wanted someone to be with, that thought was absurd, he wanted to be with her. He missed just talking to her and hell, even snogging her, and it’d been a bloody long time since they’d talked, let alone were dating. He narrowed his eyebrows and sat back down as he began to search through his book bag for a piece of parchment. He could have any girl, really. Really really really. In fact he’d heard that that 6th year, Robbards, had an insufferable crush on him. And he couldn’t blame the poor soul, of course. He’d just let her down gently once he and Alice were back together, because, they had to get back together.

Frank shook his head and stuck his tongue out as he wrote a small note on the parchment before crumpling it up and leaned forward again, aiming to throw it at Alice. She’d notice him. She had to notice him. Oh Merlin, what if she never spoke to him again? He waited a few seconds and then lifted his arm, only to feel someone’s hand clasp around his wrist. Frank let out a groan as the classmates that were sitting around his snickered. Looking up, he unscrunched his face only to see Slughorn of all people holding his wrist. He let go of the wad of parchment and Slughorn quickly caught it and gave Frank a warning look before shaking his head and opening it.

Fuck. If there was anything in the world that Frank wanted, it was for him to stop reading Alice’s note and for the love of Merlin not read it out in front of everyone. Slughorn shook his head and opened his mouth as though to chide Frank, but Frank interrupted him quickly by waving his hand and looking solemn. “Sir, I am incredibly sorry for my misbehavior, it’s very unsuiting and I do hope you can forgive me.” More snickering. Frank nodded over at Alice and gave Slughorn a pleading look, before the professor walked away with a small smirk on his face as well as the parchment in his hands.

Frank let out a small sigh and a triumphant smile as he turned around and tried to catch Alice’s eye, undeterred, “Alice!”

#14

2008-05-22T19:10:55Z

Name: Dorcas Tearza Meadowes
Birthdate: 1 May 1960
House: Gryffindor
Residence: Currently with her Mammy and Pap, her Da's parents, and her older twin brothers, while her parents were still in the pro leagues. It's a large stone farm house on the outskirts of Connacht. They started off a poor but very large Irish family, but with the careers of both her parents, the financial situation in their home (including the huts where her cousins live on property) is evening out.
Classes: 7th Year Classes- Charms (OWL=O), DADA (OWL=E), Potions (OWL=A), Transfiguration (OWL=E), CoMC (OWL=O), Ancient Runes (OWL=A)
Dropped Classes- Astronomy (OWL=P), Herbology (OWL=E)

Appearance:
Tomboy is probably an understatement here. Dorcas hasn't worn or owned a dress since she was three. She very likely never will if it isn't Order related. She dresses mostly for comfort: muggle sweatpants, windbreakers (tear-aways), or shorts. Despite detentions, she's always worn tennies (unless she's on the field and needs cleets). Only tennies. So much so that eventually the professors gave up fighting her on it. And if she can get away with it, she wears just a sports bra, if not it's tanktops or tshirts.

Her hair was kept in a single long braid or a ponytail until the middle of fourth year. One day after Quidditch practice Sirius said she would look like a pretty girl if she ever left it down. Dor whipped out her wand right then and there, chopped it off, and threw it at him. Now the length fluctuates but rarely gets longer than her jawline and never longer than her shoulders. It's never brushed, but she's picky about hygiene so it's always washed. Her face is always clean and also clear since she has never worn make-up in her life. And, of course, her complexion is a nice even tan since she's always outside. However, she's often covered in cuts and bruises.

History:
Dorcas was born the 3rd child to a fullblood professional Quidditch player and a muggle professional football player. Brighton Meadows met Ceara Devon the year that each was drafted. A muggleborn teammate from the Kenmare Kestrals (who Brighton was drafted as 1st string keeper for) took Brighton to a professional woman's football game. The moment he saw Ceara, he knew he had to have her. It only took a few months of chasing and then nine months later Andre and Andrew Meadows came screaming into Ireland. And despite their hectic game schedules, Brighton and Ceara married before the boys were born and barely a year after that, Dorcas Tearza Meadows entered the world.

Dorcas, Dre & Drew were raised by Brighton's parents. He and Ceara traveled a lot with their respective careers and her parents still don't know he or the children are wizards. Mammy was a pureblood and Paps is muggleborn, but neither tried to turn Dor into a proper young lady. And she was anything but. She learned at an early age how to kick her brother's arses. Until they got their first brooms, the three of them were avid football players. Dor and her brothers played in kiddie leagues, both football and quidditch, until they got to Hogwarts. And on more than one occasion their Irish tempers got them kicked out. Especially Dor's. Mostly because she hated being called a girl.

That attitude stuck with her in Hogwarts. She got onto the quidditch team her first year with little trouble and a few threats (her brothers didn't make it until the following year). But Dor realized early on that the boys of her year (MWPP) had their own little club, No Girls Allowed! So she befriended, begrudgingly, Lily Evans, who seemed to be a way into MWPP's little circle. And though she and Lily got friendly, Quidditch turned out to be an easier way to get the attention of the boys. Dor remained mostly a loner, though. She never talked to girls willingly, except Lily. And her only close friends were her brothers and Sirius. Though she ended up taking a slightly protective stance on Remus and Peter as the years went on.

Dor also began to develop feelings for Siri, though she'd never admit it. Relationships are too girly for her. The way things work with her and Siri usually involves a hell of a lot of violence. They take out their anger on each other, fighting in the all out fist fight, kick the hell out of each other, fight club everyone walks away bloody kind of fights. And that calms her anger and relieves sexual tension for the most part. But there really hasn't been much time for that lately.

Dor is set to be drafted second string chaser for the Kenmare Kestrals (her brothers are 2nd string beaters) and already being looked at for the Irish Nationals, directly out of school. Quidditch is her life. When she has time apart from that, she likes to mess with cars & motorbikes (mostly foreign made) in an old barn at home. Other than that, she's just trying to get through the last year she is forced into school and away from the war. Her Mum's a muggle and she loves football, so it's only natural she's against Voldemort. She's violent, forward, and impulsive. Not the best materials to save the world, but she plans on at least trying to join the fight as soon as she can.

Personality:
Dorcas is more a tomboy than anything. She plays in the mud. She ignores her feelings. She acts without thinking. Her idea of dealing with things is to start a brawl and bloody herself up. Nothing is a big deal when your mouth is full of blood, you're so sore you can't move, and the other guy is worse off. And don't dare call her a girl. Nothing will get you hit faster. Dor is impulsive above all else. She jumps blindly both feet into things. She's often told that one day it'll get her killed. But Dorcas is also very loyal and very strongly believes in equality. Mostly because she was raised with a women's lib perspective (thanks to a pro-sports mum) and now applies it to equality between bloods.

Modesty has never been a trait of Dor's. She'll change in the boys' locker room with out flinching. She's mostly flat chested and figures they aren't attracted to her anyway. And she swears she couldn't care less. Dor has never dated and doesn't plan to. If by chance she meets a guy who understands her and finds her attractive too, she'll consider it. But until then the first bloke that watches her change in the locker room gets his ass kicked... and she'll probably do it naked without a single thought. She doesn't hesitate to negotiate with her fists, but never holds her tongue either. She's got the only record not held by a Slytherin for most fouls in Hogwarts Quidditch and a verbal assault record to match in Filch's cabinet.

Dor's main strength is her fierce Gryffindor loyalty. And of course her sense of true justice and equality. Were she not so hot tempered and impulsive her ideals would have put her in Hufflepuff. But Dor has a mean right hook and the right attitude to freely use it. Her temper is her second biggest weakness or flaw. First and foremost, Dorcas' pride is her worst downfall. She's happy with herself the way she is and gets highly offended when other people aren't. Few things set her temper off quicker than a shot to her pride.

RP Entry:
Sitting alone in the Gryffindor changing room, Dorcas nursed a broken wrist and a bruised ego. She was too full of pride to admit to Pomfrey that she'd swan dived 50 metres across the pitch. The new nurse would probably just ramble girly nonsense about how Dorcas shouldn't play like a bloke because she was too pretty to get all dirty. Then Dor would get detention for telling the mental bird off. So it was better to just try and mend herself... as dangerous as that was.

How hard could it be to fix a broken bone anyway? She knew Ravenclaws in her year who could do it. And she'd had so many broken bones that she had certainly seen it enough. It was just a matter of using her non-dominant hand and focusing through the pain. Then no one would know she'd even crashed. No harm done. Or so she thought.

"Nice landing, Dorky."

Jerking her head up mid-swish, Dorcas flicked herself in the wrist with her wand. Yelping, Dorcas turned to glare at the invading and rather sarcastic culprit. Though she knew it was Siri before she turned around. No one else was as rude to her, though she knew he was just doing it to take the mickey. And no one else ever got away with calling her Dorky. She'd just broken his nose enough that she figured she could let it slide a few times.

"Don't see you tryin anythin new on tha pitch," she retorted, her accent always twice as thick when she was in pain. And of course attempting to heal herself was out of the question now that Sirius had obviously seen her crash. So Dor just summoned an ice pack. And despite her best efforts she couldn't stop herself from flinching when she set it gently on her wrist. "'Sides, if the Broadmoors kin, Aye kin. What 'ave they got tha' Aye ain'?"

#13

2008-05-22T18:40:49Z

Name: Guinevere “Guinny” Marie Fawcett
Birthdate: 7 May 1960
House: Ravenclaw
Residence: Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England
Classes: N.E.W.T. Levels in Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Herbology, DADA, and Transfiguration
Appearance: Guinny is rather tall, standing at 5’9.” She’s mostly legs and arms, and thus considers herself to be an “awkwardly lanky mess.” She has a petite figure, and is sprinkled by a generous helping of freckles on her otherwise pure ivory skin. She has curly, shoulder length brown hair and piercing green eyes.
Guinny has intelligent, discerning features, and can often be found wearing a playful smirk. She cares little for an exceeding amount of grooming; rather, she prefers a naturalesque look, wearing her loose curls down, and, when not dressed in her Ravenclaw robes, donning a whimsical-meets-flower-child wardrobe.

History: Guinny is the youngest of four children born to her Wizard father and Muggle mother in the quaint village of Ottery St. Catchpole. An unexpected pregnancy, Guinny came into the life of her aging parents nearly ten years after their previous child. Mrs. Francesca Fawcett was tickled pink upon the birth of her only baby girl; as much love as she had bestowed upon her three sons, Francesca had always longed for a little girl to be her dress-up doll and confidant. Needless to say, Guinny was doted on by her mother from the moment she emerged from the womb—even more so when Mr. Edwin Fawcett, an Unspeakable at the Ministry of Magic, died tragically due to an unexplained incident in the Department of Mysteries.
Guinny was seven years old at the time of her father’s death; her youngest brother, William, made the decision to support his mother and sister upon his graduation from Hogwarts by staying on at Fawcett Cottage and working in the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic. Guinny’s second older brother, Oliver, is a squib, and works in London as a journalist for the London Times. The eldest of the Fawcett boys, Frank, works as an auror in Scotland. The Fawcett is a very close-knit family, the two older Fawcett boys visiting home regularly and sending home financial support for a rather poor household. Though the Fawcett’s are not well off financially, they make do by being resourceful and thrifty. Francesca and Guinny make their own clothes and keep the home chic and spruced.
When Guinny received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts, her initial reaction was one of fear and uncertainty. Guinny was most accustomed to a relatively Muggle way of life under her mother, and, though assured and prepped by her brother William, it was with much trepidation that Guinny first set foot on the Hogwarts Express. It took only a few days, however, for Guinny to realize that Hogwarts was exactly where she belonged. After being sorted into Ravenclaw, Guinny was quick to meet girls in her year that shared a similar love of learning and appreciation of quick-witted conversation. Throughout the next five years, Guinny excelled in her studies. She was often labeled as “bookish” and “a tad odd” by peers outside of her own house, but Guinny honestly didn’t mind; school and learning were always her overwhelming passion, the library her native ground.
Now in her final year at Hogwarts, Guinny is intent on finishing her classes with the highest marks before committing herself full-time to the Society for Distressed Witches, an organization founded by Dorcas Wellbeloved in 1800s and well-known for its charitable work and care for abused and mistreated witches. Although well warned by her mother and professors that the job will be low-paying and, according to some of her teachers, “a complete waste of talent,” Guinny feels certain that she is choosing the right path. She has also recently considered opening a Muggle dress shop to further support herself once she is “on her own.” Her exceptional talent in Charms and Transfiguration has made dress making an enjoyable pastime, and she’s been encouraged by her mother more than once to consider dressmaking as an additional means of income while she pursues her dreams of work with the Society for Distressed Witches.

Personality: Guinny is an odd mix of the exceptional and the odd. A near carbon copy of her gentle, sprightly, effervescent Mum, Guinny is well versed in Muggle culture. She adores Muggle literature and music, and enjoys doing some things “the hard way,” such as gardening and cooking without the aid of magic. Guinny is decidedly an intellectual. She rarely travels anywhere without a book, and she studies for her classes almost obsessively. Guinny is not merely book smart; she is both quick-witted and discerning. She is careful about the company she keeps, but generally extraverted and amiable in social settings.
Guinny has her share of faults. Her discerning attitude often gives way to a judgmental one, and she finds it hard to get over bad first impressions. She is also rather distrusting of boys; after an abusive relationship in her fifth year, Guinny has stayed very leery of members of the opposite sex. Guinny is incredibly frank to the point of brutal bluntness. She sees no purpose in mincing words or smoothing over awkward circumstances.
Guinny is also considered to be rather quirky. Her taste in clothing is decidedly unique, and she often makes jokes or observations that fly over the head of her peers. She finds it difficult to relay her struggles with anyone else; she often internalizes her troubles, leading to occasional emotional outbursts. On the whole, however, Guinny is even-tempered, friendly, and decidedly her own person. She may be difficult to get close to at first, but once you’ve one her friendship, it’s a bond that’s not easily broken.

RP Entry:
Guinny drummed her brightly painted fingers on the arm of the overstuffed reading chair in a secluded corner of the Hogwarts Library, a copy of A Charming Guide to Domestic Life resting in her lap. Mum’s birthday was in a week’s time, and she intended on charming an old lamp she had bought at discount in Hogsmeade into a perfect addition to the Fawcett living room. She scrunched her eyebrows as she whispered back the spell listed under a section titled “Illuminating Illusions.”

“Priori pigmento verdis,” she whispered, committing the spell to memory; she didn’t want to bother lugging the rather large volume back to her room in Ravenclaw tower. “Priori pigmento—”

“Excuse me.”

Guinny gave a short gasp, her curly head snapping up to face a smirking boy dressed in Slytherin robes.

“Could you tell me where to find books on Ancient Runes?”

Guinny narrowed her eyes. “Do I look like Madame Pince?”

“No,” came the smooth reply. “You’re much, much prettier than Madame Pince.”

“Save it, Lockhart,” she snapped, shutting her book with an overemphasized force. “You don’t even take Ancient Runes.”

The blonde, smirking boy simply shrugged his shoulders and stayed put. “Maybe I just wanted to know more about Ancient Runes. I’m smart too, you know, Little Miss Bookworm.”

“If you were smart, you’d know better than to talk to me, Lockhart. I don’t deal well with egomaniacal prigs. Why don’t you ask Madame Pince?”

After a good ten seconds of long, cold staring, Guinny rose from her seat, brushed past Gilderoy Lockhart and walked down the aisle to return A Charming Guide to its proper place. Boys—weren’t they all egomaniacal prigs? Guinny sighed and reflexively ran her fingers over a deep gash on her shoulder that had never fully healed. Yes—they were a hopeless lot.

#12

2008-05-14T22:15:46Z

Name: Georgina Smythe
Birthdate: December 12, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Residence: In a little house with her mother and father in Coventry.
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Potions, Divination, and Herbology. She does pretty well in most of her classes, minus Divination (she still doesn't know why she still takes it), but Herbology is her favorite subject.
Appearance: Georgina has light brown hair and green eyes. Really, she's looks ordinary. There's nothing exceptionally spectacular (at least, to other people's standards) but she's okay with that. Really. She's also a bit on the short side, inheriting the lack of height from her mother. If not for the regular (okay, occasional) exercising and regular walking she does, she would've gained a lot of weight. Georgina has a round face and smiles a lot. The only time she's not happy is when she's angry or something bad has happened. Even if she's sad, she rarely shows it.

History: Cecile Hutchington and Stewart Smythe met while at Hogwarts. They were the best of friends, and had never thought of getting together or even the idea of liking each other as more than friends until one of their mutual friends commented about it. They were awkward and admitted that they had never thought of the idea. After they graduated, they became distant as Cecile went off to work as a Healer and Stewart in a boring Ministry job. They met again accidentally, caught up, and went for drinks. To make the story short, they hit it off again and dated. Two years later, they had a small wedding and settled in Coventry, England in a little house.
Cecile and Stewart never thought of having children until Cecile got pregnant. There was a general freak out before they got somewhat used to the idea. Georgina was born on a rather winterly day (complete with snow and wind) and from the very start, she was always loud. There really wasn't a moment in the Smythe household where there was silence with Georgina around. She tended to be a daddy's girl and loved to just sit around with her dad. It didn't mean she wasn't close with her mum, though. When it came to certain problems, she would go to her mum and talk and talk and talk and talk. Now that's she's older, it seems like she has drifted from her parents. Occasionally, they do get together as a family to bond like all families do, but it has never been the same as it was when she was a child.

She didn't exhibit any magic until it was almost time to get her letter; she was mad at her father for something (to this day, she still has no idea what it was) and he was leaving to go to work. So she did the only thing that she thought was sensible (to a 10 year old, of course). Close the door and lock it. But instead of just going to the door, she used magic (accidentally, of course). After Stewart got over the happiness that his daughter had finally showed that she could do magic, he sent up to her room.
September 1st of her first year came by pretty quickly after she got the Hogwarts letter and did her school shopping. She was sorted into Gryffindor after a bit of thinking from the Sorting Hat. There really aren't that many people she considers her friends, since she likes being "acquaintances" with everyone.

When she got to Hogwarts, she went through a period of loneliness where she felt like she didn't fit in with everyone. Sometimes she still goes through those periods, but it's not as bad as her first year. It usually happens when she's homesick and missing her parents.

Second year was the year that she grew to know as her "Herbology year". It was the first time she actually enjoyed her classes. It was the first time she discovered why she liked Herbology so much: because she was actually good at it. It was also the first year her parents asked how she felt about a new sibling (to which she flat out said "No, I like being an only child."

When she had to sign up for more classes, she was stuck on what to choose. She wrote to her parents for help, but all they told her to do was to pick what she wanted to take. It was no help. She didn't know what she wanted to take! She ended up picking Divination because she heard it was supposed to be easy and Arithmancy just because she needed another filled slot. She wasn't too bad in those classes, not failing, but only passing with Acceptables in those two classes.

Her fourth year was the year she had her first boyfriend. It was a boy who lived near her grandparents' house. She met him the summer after third year when she was visiting her grandparents. It was an infatuation and they "broke up" after two weeks. She declared to her parents the hour after they broke up that "boys were stupid!" Her school year went by without much happening - just typical school stuff: schoolwork, games to watch, classes to skip, Hogsmeade trips to go to.

In her sixth year, she was close to gaining another member of the family. Georgina's mum was, indeed, pregnant with her second child, but unfortunately, she had a miscarriage. They are still extremely sad about the loss, but it has moved from depression to hope. Georgina, after the miscarriage, hasn't really spoken out about a new sibling (whether she wants one or not) because she doesn't want to upset Cecile. She thinks that keeping her own thoughts to herself about that particular subject would be best.

At the moment, she's not really working herself to enter a certain career. In fact, she's rather undecided. She enjoys a lot of things, but nothing that interests her too much to be invest her time and her life into.

Personality: One word to describe Georgina is loud. Her personality is loud, even though she doesn't look it. If she's not talking, there's something wrong with her. She babbles when she's nervous and she babbles when she thinks she's helping. She loves to talk and she shows how much she loves to talk. Georgina looks to the optimistic side of situations and tries to cheer people up when they're down.

She has her annoying habits too. Sometimes she's selfish (case in point, any future siblings). She loves attention, but is sometimes unwilling to give up attention to anyone else. She's a terrible flirt (don't tell her that), but thinks herself as a good flirt. It really didn't make sense, if you thought about it. If she has set her mind into getting something, she'll try her hardest to get it.

The Sorting Hat told her that she was placed into Gryffindor because of her ability to say anything she thinks of -- whereas some people might not say something, she will. That's just who she is. However, her mouth does get her in trouble, especially with some vicious Slytherins and the like. They don't really appreciate that she chatters and chatters and chatters. Other than that, she's nice. She really is. She loves friendships and once she's made friends, she will do anything for them.

RP Entry: It was a very bad day. A very bad day indeed. Today she had woken up and everyone was yelling in her dorm. God knows what they were fighting about. All she knew was that it was loud and she needed some SLEEP. You know, that thing people need 8-10 hours of? Obviously her dormmates didn't understand this concept. Ugh, she thought. She had been up late last night trying to finish some last minute essay writing and woke up at... 3, was it?, sleeping on her parchment. Instead of staying down in the Common Room, she had to drag herself upstairs, brushed her teeth (although groggily), and throw herself back onto her bed.

And then when she went to breakfast, all of her morning toast was gone. This was definitely shaping up to be a horrible day. So she had to settle for some oatmeal that was too hot with too little time to eat it in. By the time she got to Potions, she was sure that anyone who tried to talk to her was going to get yelled at.

#11

2008-05-05T09:56:49Z

Name: Severus Snape

Birthdate: 9 January 1960

House: Slytherin

Residence: (Where your character lives outside of school) Spinner's End

Classes: Potions, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy

Appearance:
Tall and thin with long black hair, usually lank and greasy from hours spent brewing and a lack of inclination to care for his appearance. His eyes are black and cold and he has a large hooked nose. His facial expressions tend towards scowls, sneers and glares but when he is brewing something of the man inside will sneak out. His smiles tend towards smirks, smug or otherwise. Lily was the last person to get anything remotely resembling a genuine smile out of him.

History:
Severus is the only child of Tobias and Eileen Snape (nee Prince). His father was a Muggle, his mother a witch. He grew up in Spinner's End and his family situation was fairly poor. His father became increasingly bitter about his witch wife and wizard son and became unpleasant and abusive, leading Severus to start to favour his wizarding heritage rather than his Muggle heritage out of sheer spite. When he wasn't doing his early schooling with his mother, Severus spent as much of his time as possible out of the house to avoid his father and because of that he saw and became friends with a Muggleborn witch named Lily Evans.

Severus was eager to get to Hogwarts, not just to get away from his unpleasant home situation but also because becoming a wizard was something he'd wanted for as long as he could understand. He thought it was the best way possible to rebel against his father and he also wanted the power that becoming a wizard would give him and he was convinced he would be powerful. He was Sorted into Slytherin where, if he wasn't overly popular, he did at least find like minds, eventually becoming friends with two boys in his year level – Avery and Mulciber. Unfortunately he also found himself as the prime target of the self-styled Marauders – James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew – the first two from their first trip on the train.

His best friend, Lily, was unfortunately Sorted into Gryffindor and while the two were able to maintain their friendship for some years, eventually their growing differences began to drive a wedge between them, culminating in the end of the friendship in their Fifth Year when Severus, humiliated beyond his ability to stand, lashed out blindly and called her a Mudblood. Despite his remorse, which was genuine, she refused to forgive him and turned her back on him.

Severus turned to his studies and his friends Avery and Mulciber after that as well as stepping up his retaliation against the Marauders for the incessant pranks they played on him and the other Slytherins. It was during this period that he put two and two together in regards to Remus Lupin and came up with a tentative theory as to the boy's constant disappearances. In an argument with Sirius Black, he snapped that he knew Lupin's secret but was surprised when Black told him to follow the tunnel under the Whomping Willow if he really wanted to know.

Despite his idiocy, Black was, in Severus' eyes, a perfect Gryffindor – stupid, noble and arrogant. Certainly too noble to deliberately endanger a fellow student no matter who he was. He began to suspect that his theory was wrong and tested it out by investigating the tunnel. On opening the door to the Shrieking Shack, he was attacked by the werewolf Lupin and rescued by James Potter. He was sworn to secrecy by Dumbledore and left that meeting feeling bitter and betrayed. It only enforced his opinion that the Headmaster was not trustworthy and would favour his precious Gryffindors above and beyond all others. It also confirmed to him that Gryffindors absolutely could not be trusted and that Black was a murdering fool.

It was this new attitude in combination with the influence of Avery and Mulciber and other older Slytherins, the constant harassment by the Marauders, his own interest in the Dark Arts and his skills in Potions makes him an attractive target for the Death Eaters. While he has little interest in their pureblood agenda, their interest in his skills in the Dark Arts and Potions and his overwhelming desire to gain a little revenge on those who have made his life a misery make him a plum ripe for the picking.

Personality:
Severus' personality can probably be summed up by the word unpleasant. He is very intelligent but he is also sarcastic, sardonic, sullen, defensive, nasty and occasionally foul-mouthed. He is rude, caustic, sarcastic and sardonic to almost everyone. Those who have power over him will be greeted with a bit more in the way of politeness and respect but those who don't will receive the full brunt of his personality. Those he considers friends (though he would never openly acknowledge that) are still treated more or less the same but there will be a hint of humour in it and he won't mean some of it.

He has little in the way of people skills and even less in the way of trust. He has learned over the years that he can't trust people; that the only reason people try and claim to be his friend is to hurt, betray or use him. He will lash out and drive people away first to try and avoid that, whether they intended to do such things to him or not. He uses his personality as a wall to protect himself.

In spite of all of this he is capable of the better emotions. He still cares greatly for Lily Evans but both the separation caused by being in different Houses and his own angry, thoughtless remark drove her away into the arms of one of the boys he hated the most. He knows deep down that she cared for him only as a friend and not in the way he wanted but he still had hope. Once that was destroyed, he buried the better part of him deeply.

He is an intelligent, creative and resourceful young man in his chosen fields of interest. He is an almost instinctive brewer of potions and views it as a fine art worthy of only the best of wizards and witches. He is quite proud of his skills to the point of arrogance. He experiments regularly and the larger portion of his experimentation works. (That's not to say he doesn't blow up his share of cauldrons – experimentation can be dangerous after all.) He is also capable of creating spells, having developed a few during his last years of schooling including the infamous Sectumsempra.

He does however have the ability to carry a grudge for an eternity. He is quick to judge and will rarely reverse a judgement he has made on someone else. His temper is usually a slow, simmering type but when it explodes, he will yell and rage then finally drop back into sullen anger whereupon he will start planning his revenge. Said revenge will generally be subtle and very unpleasant.

RP Entry: (Third person)
Severus slowly stirred the potion in the cauldron with a look of smug satisfaction on his face. As it slowly turned a very pale green, the expression was replaced by a nasty smirk. The smirk persisted as he removed the cauldron from the heat and set it ona heat pad on the bench to cool. He took the opportunity while he was waiting to first clean up the area he'd been using and then set out the flasks he intended to use to hold the potion.

Once that was ready he settled in at one of the benches and pulled out some of his homework. He worked quietly and diligently, occasionally pausing to test the potion. He'd finished two essays before he was satisfied it was cool enough then he set aside his homework and set to work. The potion filled three flasks and once they were stoppered, he quickly cleaned the cauldron and returned to his homework.

About fifteen minutes later, the door opened and a heavy set boy about the same age as Severus slipped into the room.

"Lock the door," Severus said without looking up from his homework.

The other boy laughed and did so. "One of these days I'm going to sneak up on you, Snape."

"Perhaps," Severus said, his lip curling into a small sneer. "But no today, Mulciber."

"Is it done?" Mulciber asked, walking over and perching on the bench. He reached out to poke one of the flasks but his hand was quickly flicked by the quill in Severus' hand before he got too close.

"It's done," Severus said, finishing the sentence he was writing then putting his quill down. He leaned back in his seat and that smug satisfaction grew on his face again.

"And it'll work?" Mulciber asked, peering at the flasks. "We don't want those moronic Gryffindors tracing this back to us."

Severus snorted. "I brewed it. Of course it'll work. Just make sure the house elves aren't going to blab."

Mulciber grinned nastily. "They won't. Come on. Let's get going before Sluggy decides to check up on you."

Severus sneered at the mention of the Potions teacher but he moved quickly enough to pack his things. Slughorn might be an idiot in his eyes but he was good enough to know what Sevrus had brewed.

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#10

2008-05-03T17:50:35Z

Name: Georgina Smythe
Birthdate: December 12, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Residence: In a little house with her mother and father in Coventry.
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy, Potions, Divination, and Herbology. She does pretty well in most of her classes, minus Divination (she still doesn't know why she still takes it), but Herbology is her favorite subject.
Appearance: Georgina has light brown hair and green eyes. Really, she's looks ordinary. There's nothing that pops out as "ohmyGod, you're GORGEOUS" but she's okay with that. Really. She's also a bit on the short side, inheriting the lack of height from her mother. If not for the regular (okay, occasional) exercising and regular walking she does, she wouldn't be as slim as she is now. Georgina has a round face and smiles a lot. The only time she's not happy is when she's angry or something bad has happened. Even if she's sad, she rarely shows it.

History: Cecile Hutchington and Stewart Smythe met while at Hogwarts. They were the best of friends, and had never thought of getting together or even the idea of liking each other as more than friends until one of their mutual friends commented about it. They were awkward and admitted that they had never thought of the idea. After they graduated, they became distant as Cecile went off to work as a Healer and Stewart in a boring MInistry job. They met again accidentally, caught up, and went for drinks. To make the story short, they hit it off again and dated. Two years later, they had a small wedding and settled in Coventry, England in a little house.
Cecile and Stewart never thought of having children until Cecile got pregnant. There was a general freak out before they got somewhat used to the idea. Georgina was born on a rather wintery day (complete with snow and wind) and from the very start, she was always loud. There really wasn't a moment in the Smythe household where there was silence with Georgina around. She tended to be a daddy's girl and loved to just sit around with her dad. It didn't mean she wasn't close with her mum, though. When it came to certain problems, she would go to her mum and talk and talk and talk and talk.
She didn't exhibit any magic until it was almost time to get her letter; she was mad at her father for something (to this day, she still has no idea what it was) and he was leaving to go to work. So she did the only thing that she thought was sensible (to a 10 year old, of course). Close the door and lock it. But instead of just going to the door, she used magic (accidentally, of course). After Stewart got over the happiness that his daughter had finally showed that she could do magic, he sent up to her room.
September 1st of her first year came by pretty quickly after she got the Hogwarts letter and did her school shopping. She was sorted into Gryffindor after a bit of thinking from the Sorting Hat. There really aren't that many people she considers her friends, since she likes being "acquaintances" with everyone.

She's always been fine with being an only child and there have been a few times when Cecile and Stewart have approached her and asked if she would mind any siblings. She flat out refused to talk about it. Which probably meant that she didn't want any.

At school, she does pretty well in her classes (never mind the fact that she talks too much in the class) and has fun, but really can't wait to graduate from Hogwarts.

Personality: One word to describe Georgina is loud. Her personality is loud, even though she doesn't look it. If she's not talking, there's something wrong with her. She babbles when she's nervous and she babbles when she thinks she's helping -- but in reality, she's not helping. Georgina looks to the optimistic side of situations and tries to cheer people up when they're down.

She has her annoying habits too. Sometimes she's selfish (case in point, any future siblings). She loves attention, but is sometimes unwilling to give up attention to anyone else. She's a terrible flirt (don't tell her that), but thinks herself as a good flirt.

The Sorting Hat told her that she was placed into Gryffindor because of her ability to say anything she thinks of -- whereas some people might not say something, she will. That's just who she is. However, her mouth does get her in trouble, especially with some vicious Slytherins and the like. They don't really appreciate that she chatters and chatters and chatters. Other than that, she's nice. She really is. She loves friendships and once she's made friends, she will do anything for them. She tries to be friends with people who she doesn't get along with because of connections, connections, connections.

RP Entry: It was a very bad day. A very bad day indeed. Today she had woken up and everyone was yelling in her dorm. God knows what they were fighting about. All she knew was that it was loud and she needed some SLEEP. You know, that thing people need 8-10 hours of? Obviously her dormmates didn't understand this concept. Ugh, she thought. She had been up late last night trying to finish some last minute essay writing and woke up at... 3, was it?, sleeping on her parchment. Instead of staying down in the Common Room, she had to drag herself upstairs, brushed her teeth (although groggily), and throw herself back onto her bed.

And then when she went to breakfast, all of her morning toast was gone. This was definitely shaping up to be a horrible day. So she had to settle for some oatmeal that was too hot with too little time to eat it in. By the time she got to Potions, she was sure that anyone who tried to talk to her was going to get yelled at.

#9

2008-05-01T09:47:26Z

Role

Name:
alecto carrow. she doesn't have a middle name.
Birthdate:
september 2nd, 1952
House:
slytherin
Residence:
a upper-middle class two story house in (literally) the middle of no where.
Classes:
ancient runes, astronomy, arithmancy, herbology, potions, transfiguration
Appearance:
Standing at 5’3”, Alecto has the certain level of beauty synonymous for the very family she comes from. There are many reasons why the Carrow family has always been held in such high regard, and the level of attractive features they bestow is simply one of those many reasons. Of the two children of Georgio Carrow, she truly is the one that stands out in the ground. With the palest skin, the palest hair and the brightest eyes there has often been a question of whether or not her mother had a certain relationship with some blonde-haired milkman. Still, when regarding the actual features it is clear to see that they are the same as those of her brother and that she merely differs in the coloring of her appearance. Nevertheless, the young Carrow girl with blonde hair has the appearance of a little princess, and a little princess she is. Bright blue eyes stand out against the pale ivory complexion of her very gentle skin. She has the skin of someone yet to go through puberty, though lucky for her she went through it without any conflict with that dreaded acne

As far as her figure goes, Alecto was never one to posess the curvaceous body known to pinup girls. She did not have the frame for such buxom features. She was thin and dainty and very much the girliest girl around. She had the beauty and the body to be adored and she knew it. She did not behold any child-bearing hips, nor did she have a chest that could knock out others as she turned corners. She was delicate, as a true lady should be. She was actually extremely fit and rather strong, though she rarely ever showed her strength. She had at one point wanted to play quidditch, and would practice at home when no one else was around. Her father quickly crushed that dream and informed her that quidditch was for men and that she would only ever be allowed to watch. She gave up on the sport, but the fit figure she attained remained. She was one to display her beauty for the world. After all, it was all that was every truly important; the rest of her would come to the forefront when need be.

History:

As the youngest of Georgio and Amelie Carrow’s children, Alecto received the fruit of her parent’s generosity. The two were so close in age and so close in general, that there were not truly many differences between what they received, by nevertheless, Ali was the princess. From birth she was her mother’s doll. Amelie doted on her youngest daughter. She taught her the ways of being truly feminine and the importance of being beautiful. Her mother taught her manipulation, if only through simply observing the dynamics of how her parents related to one another. That was another thing about her, Alecto was skilled at watching the reactions and interactions of those around her. She knew how to read people and was very skilled in understanding the true meanings of what those around her were saying. Nevertheless, her father never built any relationship with his youngest. That would be entirely improper, but he made up for any lack of true familial bonds through materialistic ideals. She was always receiving little gifts here and there. It made things wonderful.

Alecto and Amycus were closer than most siblings. She trusted her brother and his judgment above those of anyone else around her. He was bit too overprotective in her opinion, but she had found ways to get around it. They fought, as all siblings do, and at school she found it difficult to talk to him, but they were family and she was raised to hold family above all else. The strength of their family and the relationships therein were what would keep her safe. Nothing else mattered. Her brother was her best friend, and the one person she couldn’t stand, but he was her brother and she held him on a pedestal. He was her closest confidant, though she barely told him anything.

Life had been easy for the youngest Carrow girl. She had no wars to fight and no monetary issues to even consider worrying about. She was the closest thing to royalty one could find. She knew she had an easier life than some of her peers but she did the best with the cards she was dealt. She never complained when things went wrong and merely dealt with them as she needed to. Life was fine as long as it did not change. She could deal with what she was forced to deal with and she kept so much locked inside no one ever questioned her. She was brought up to be a lady and a lady she would remain.

Personality: The Carrow family has been one of the purest families ever to exist in the wizarding world. With that comes a certain air of dignity and arrogance. Alecto truly was a member of the family. Her most noteworthy trait being her beauty, she knew of the thoughts that ran through the minds of the boys around her and even the occasional professor. Beauty was her bargaining tool and she used it to the best of her ability. Whether casual flirting got her what she wanted or better yet, got her out of what she did not want, she had mastered the art of using her appearance to sway the minds and opinions of the male sex. All she had to do was allow a gentle smile to replace her standard stare of dignity and propriety and she won. They’d fall at her feet and answer her every beck and call. Rumors of the ease of getting with the youngest Carrow girl inevitable circled, but the fact was that they were rumors. She, moreso than most, trusted in the safety of being dignified and chaste. She was known to flirt and her hand occasionally grazed the arms of the boys around her, but the truth was that she was very selective about those she truly opened up to. She was adored for simply being looked at; who’s to say that if she allowed the majority of those who basked in her presense would stay if they truly knew her? Ali feared nothing more than being completely and utterly alone. She did not like independence. She did not like sexual freedom. Alecto trusted in tradition and the security of knowing there was someone to protect her. Being forced to use her other skills, those that had been hidden, frightened her more than life itself.

Those outside of her house saw her as the cold, spoiled, bratty little princess of the Slytherin house. She was just like the rest of them, rude and elitest and only trusting in those of similar heritage. While that may have been true there was much more they ignored. Alecto was loyal to no end. She gave her word to defend those close to her and would no matter what. Her friends were like her family and her sisters were a part of her. If you insult them, you are attacking the very core of who she is. While she believed in the importance of propriety and rarely ever started an argument, Alecto Carrow could be one of the most outspoken people in the entire school. She knew insults that would cause girls to break down and cry. It was a side of her personality she only unleashed when needing to defend herself or someone she loved, but it was a situation she often found herself in. She did not trust those she did not know and that was where the cold first impression came from. In her experience, muggles and mudbloods were not worth the time and those who defended them could not be trusted to stay true to those of a pure nature. She liked where she was and the people she knew and she felt no need to go and befriend gryffindors or anything like that. They did not want to be her friend anyway so why should it matter? As far as the princess attitude goes, yes she was one. She was the baby and her daddy’s little princess. She was doted on and always got whatever she wanted and she learned how to get what she wanted at school. She could not be blamed for simply being better than her peers and her attitude may have more than once allowed that belief to shine through but what did it matter? She was pure. She was a Carrow. She was more beautiful and more intelligent than they could ever hope to be. Who cared if she didn’t bother to hide what the rest of the world already knew? There was nothing wrong with being an elitest if it was merited. And in God’s name, not speaking those inferior persons of unworthy birth was enough to merit any cold actions made by young, little, Alecto.

Amycus was the boy and the heir and received all the responsibilities that came with that role. Ali was left to be the pretty little girl. She knew she had more to offer, but no one really cared. She was incredible at charms. Her skills surpassed her brothers when he had been a fifth year. It didn’t really matter though. Alecto was the type of girl meant to be the queen bee. She was meant to rule through the man she married. She was not born to do great things on her own, but to do them through the men in her life. She had the skills to manipulate people into doing whatever it was she pleased and she accepted that as her fate. It didn’t make her less happy. She flirted and she giggled and she gossiped and she shopped and she did generally girly things knowing full well that one day she would marry and she would have children and she would teach them the importance of being proper and the importance of being discrete. She would always be loyal to those she pledged her love and/or allegiance to. She was a woman. She lacked the anatomy her brother had and she simply had to make the best of her situation.

Ali wasn’t meek. She was gentle, especially gentle in her cruelty, and she was soft, but she was not meek. She knew exactly who she was and exactly where she came from and her pride was bigger than any stupid lion she had ever had to deal with. She would not be the first to attack, but she would defend her status with such ferocity people often mistook her for the instigator. The fact of the matter was the she hated change. She hated when people left, she hated when things took a different route than they were supposed to. She liked being the center of attention and she liked having a crowd of boys following her around. She liked things the way they were and she would do whatever she could to keep them that way. More than anything she was afraid that things would change and she would not longer be in the company of others. She thrived off of the energy of her peers and she loved being with people, fighting with them, sitting with them, anything. She needed to be around people and she feared that she may one day no longer have that. So she did whatever she could to ensure that those people stayed by her side.

RP Entry: It was unreal. Well, no. It was perfectly real and completely feasible, but just unexpected for most. It was hard to explain. At the ripe age of sixteen, Alecto Carrow had always been a lady. She had been raised to be dainty and delicate, and though she was rude, people often only realized the true nature of the things she said until after they had departed from the conversation. She was rightfully sorted into Slytherin house, her ideals, attitude and just general personality fit perfectly with the house she belonged to.

As she sat in the owlery, closing the letter addressed to her father, she felt her hands clench into tight fists. Aly was one of the angriest people to ever grace the halls of the school, though most would never even know. She was far too reserved and stuck up for the world to see how angry she really was. Pretending that she was indifferent to the fact that there were mudbloods and halfbloods in her classes was waning away at her. Actually, the current situation at the ministry was affecting her more than anything else. Her family was known for being loyal to the dark lord. Now with those horrid ghosts trying to ruin everything that the death eaters and darker side have been fighting to obtain, Aly wanted nothing more than to join the ranks and prove to the traitors how stupid and unworthy they were. Not to mention that this dire situation put her family at risk. Her father was almost always at the ministry doing some odd job, but that was beside the point. He was a Carrow, and had pledged his allegiance to the dark lord.

Standing up and turning on her heals, Aly walked over to the same white owl she used to send all of her letters. She was shaking as she attached the small piece of parchment. No one that she spoke to understood how truly frustrated and angry she was. She was sixteen, too young to be considered for the ranks of the death eaters. She was her mother’s princess, meant to marry a death eater, not become one herself. Letting the owl go off on its journey, Alecto crossed her arms over her chest and took several deep breaths, watching her letter be whisked away. There were so many different thoughts rushing through her head, she could barely keep them straight. She needed to talk about it, but there was no one she trusted enough to talk with. So her anger merely boiled and she felt her temper shorten.

It was all becoming too much for her. Listening to the idiotic drabble of her peers was driving her insane. They were so ignorant to the things going on. All they cared about was who was screwing whom and whether or not so-and-so was really trying to get into what’s-his-name’s pants. It was pointless. Adolescence was pointless. She wanted to scream. She wanted to do anything, but sit and wait for something horrible to happen. So instead, she watched letter disappear out of sight, her hands clenched so tightly in fists that her knuckles turned white. She was so angry, and there was nothing she could do and no one she could talk to.

#8

2008-04-22T22:04:10Z

Name: Amelia Susan Bones
Birthdate: 27 July 1960
House: Hufflepuff
Residence: Oxford, Oxfordshire, England
Classes: Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Transfiguration

Appearance: Her short blonde hair and the littering of freckles around her nose give Amelia an air of playfulness, further enhanced by her bright smile and deep brown eyes. Amelia has a friendly face and observes the world around her with a keen eye. When she's sad or serious, her eyes turn darker, to a colour almost resembling black. Her long legs and slender form give her the perfect posture for a Chaser, something she gratefully takes advantage of. Amelia dresses in comfortable clothes, preferring long, flowing skirts and robes that are neat but nicely fitting. She's pretty, but not in an obvious way, and the way she carries herself implies a certain shyness, though she is not a pushover by any means.

History: Little Amelia was born on 27 July, 1960, a mere ten months after the birth of her brother Edgar. Richard and Josephine Bones were delighted by the unexpected arrival of another child. Josephine especially doted on her only daughter, to the great dismay of Oliver, who was two years older than his siblings and had previously been his mother's favourite. He soon got over it, however, and revelled in his role as the Oldest Brother. Amelia looked up to him, but Edgar was her buddy, a subtle division that remained the same over the years.

Being born in a pureblood family, Amelia grew up with magic all around her. She delighted in it, wanting to learn as much as possible about the world she lived in. She was even more curious when the learnt about muggles, and one of her childhood dreams was to meet one, so they could compare stories about their different worlds. It never once occurred to her to dislike those born without magic, so she was shocked to find out that not everyone in the pureblood community regarded them so fondly.

At age nine, Amelia threw a large tantrum when an acquaintance of the family loudly discussed his view on the future of muggles and those with soiled blood. She was stung by the unfairness of it all and resolved to 'make it all better'. Her parents did not agree with their acquaintance's philosophy either, but they were wise enough to keep their criticisms quiet. They were touched by their daughter's idealism but realised that her defiance wouldn't go over well in their community, so they worked hard to teach Amelia some skills in subtlety.

Amelia was delighted when it was finally time for Edgar and her to go to Hogwarts. She was quickly sorted into Hufflepuff, while her brother left for Gryffindor, a fact that caused her some upset, though she quickly got used to it. With her open-mindedness and friendly demeanour, she made friends in most of the houses, something that didn't escape the eyes and ears of the pureblood community. Especially the Slytherins sneered upon her association with muggle-borns and halfbloods alike, but Amelia ignored them, making sure to keep ties on both sides of the fence as her parents had taught her.

In her third year, Amelia tried out for the Quidditch team, egged on by her brother Edgar. To her great surprise, she was accepted on the team as one of the Chasers. Edgar predictably reacted to the news with a pointed 'I told you so'. Amelia took to flying as a fish takes to swimming and worked hard with her fellow chasers to turn them into a team that shouldn't be underestimated. She felt right at home in Hufflepuff, loving the 'one for all' atmosphere that kept them all together.

During the summer preceding what would be her fifth year at Hogwarts, Amelia's world came crashing down with the death of her parents. It was unclear what had happened exactly, but there were whispers of a man named Voldemort, who wanted to rid the world of all those with tained blood or those who associated with them. Amelia spent the following year angry and depressed, and the three siblings clung to each other, desperate for some comfort. Edgar expressed his need to fight against the man who had possibly killed their parents, while Amelia and Oliver wanted to fight their war from the inside; the Ministry of Magic.

Amelia slowly began to heal, and while the pain of losing her parents didn't fade, it dulled, allowing her to pick up her life again. She had accepted what had happened to their family, and the resolve to do something manifested itself in an almost inhuman motivation to do well in her classes. She quickly discovered that she would burn herself out if she continued working this hard, and took a more responsible approach to the rest of her sixth year. She concentrated on her health and her friends, but always keeping in mind the road she wanted to follow.

Personality: Amelia is, first of all, defined by an immense loyalty towards her loved ones and a great sense of justice. She is friendly to everyone she meets, both interested in people and extremely aware of the necessity to stay in peoples' good books. She is very much interested in history, and her immense curiosity makes it impossible for her to keep her nose out of things, though she knows it's not a very becoming character trait. She likes to stay on the sidelines, but has the ability to take charge when needed, preferring to observe people quietly or listening to them objectively and drawing her own conclusions. She is somewhat shy, but not overly so, and once she's comfortable with you she opens up, showing great enthusiasm and a teasing playfulness.

Her family is very important to Amelia, and she always puts them first. Her name is often shortened to Lia or Mia by friends, but her brother Edgar is the only one who's allowed to call her Milly. Amelia doesn't get angry quickly, but when she does it's high time for you to take cover. Her brothers have learnt by now how to placate her when her voice changes to the dangerous steely soft tones that precede an explosion, but many an acquaintance has found himself fleeing for safety. Since the death of her parents, Amelia has become a bit more quiet and turned into herself, but she will often join people for the sake of the group, even if her heart's not really in it. She has taken to more artistic ways of expressing herself, carrying a small sketching pad with her everywhere and occasionally turning to poetry, though she often doesn't have the patience for it.

RP Entry: Amelia glanced idly at the sky and raised an eyebrow in silent speculation. Clouds had begun to gather in the small hour she had been outside, and she wouldn't be surprised if it started raining soon. She sighed and cast a quick drying spell on herself before gathering her robes, which she had left on the grass close to the lake when she'd felt like having a swim. The weather had been gorgeous for days, but it would figure that their Quidditch practice would take place during the few moments of rain.

She wondered briefly if it would be possible to influence the weather by use of a spell of a potion, but quickly dismissed the notion. She smiled and shook her head. There were more important things to think about right now. Her future, for example. Amelia wanted to make a difference in the world, but her brothers had made it clear what they thought of her plans of joining the Ministry. Oliver had called it 'a man's world, full of politics too dangerous for his baby sister to mix herself up in'. She frowned, running a hand through her short hair. She would think about it later. She had enough of the arguing and today was too beautiful a day to spoil, even with the dark clouds gathering above her.

#7

2008-04-21T23:45:31Z

Name:
Emmeline Elizabeth Vance
Birthdate:
15 February 1960
Wand:
9 7/8”, hazel, unicorn tail hair; tough but elastic, durable
Bloodline:
Halfblood
Family:
Mother: Marilyn Orwell Vance, b. 1925, Ravenclaw, halfblood witch who was first married to a Muggle who died young; Emmeline and her mother have a working relationship, respectful and effective in the household. Marilyn was responsible for the discipline in the household, but Emmeline rarely misbehaved; Marilyn raised a precocious and polite girl who responded well to gentle suggestion. Emmeline doesn’t feel particularly close or distant from her mother, thinking of her as a distant friend who gives the most sensible advice more than anything else.
Father: Edgar Vance, b. 1935, Hufflepuff, halfblood wizard, first marriage. Emmeline was, as they say, a daddy’s girl. Edgar was responsible for her true initiation into the magical world. He trained her in Wizarding customs and mores and took her to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. Edgar was the one who was most excited about school shopping when Emmeline received her Hogwarts letter.
Siblings: Peter, b. 1949, Hufflepuff, significantly older half-brother from her mother’s first marriage, living as and married to a Muggle.
Pet: Perry, a small-to-medium sized plain brown owl she received as a gift following her completion of fourth year.
Residence: (Where your character lives outside of school)
Grimsby, England
House:
Slytherin
Classes:
Emmeline is an above average student. She earned her O.W.L.s in Potions (O), Herbology (O), Charms (E), History of Magic (E), and Astronomy (E). For the rest, she did pass Transfiguration (A) and Defense Against the Dark Arts (A) but did not pass Divination (P) or Ancient Runes (P). She is open about her grades when she does well but does not mention those she is not proud of. Emmeline is taking N.E.W.T. level Potions, Herbology,
Appearance:
Emmeline is described later in life as “stately”, which is easy to see developing in her youth. Her face is oval in shape with intelligent brown eyes set in balanced, classical features. She is not exceptionally pretty nor is she downright unattractive. Some days she thinks her nose is too long, others that her forehead is too large; but generally she does not consider her appearance more than keeping it free of spots and pimples. Her hair is a matte dark brunette, always clean, and mostly wavy. Her complexion is fair, and she tends to burn across her cheeks in the summertime. Her body is of an obviously feminine build, not appearing athletic or physically strong.
Emmeline dresses simply, preferring solid colors over patterns and embellishments. She likes the simplicity of her uniform. Outside of classes she wears muted colors, a typical outfit being a simple denim or khaki skirt, light tee, dull colored cardigan.
History:
Edgar Vance met Marilyn Orwell shortly after her first husband had died, but their relationship did not progress beyond acquaintances for several more years. Edgar was working as a copyeditor at a bureau office of the Daily Prophet in Norwich and had gone on business to the Minstry of Magic to verify some facts and supplement an interview for a features article. Marilyn was ten years older than him, already established as a private banker to Gringotts more affluent customers. Their first interaction was not a wholly positive one; it was only after many “no comment”s and “I cannot say”s that the still grieving Marilyn petulantly referred Edgar to Gringotts media liason. (1955)
When Edgar was promoted to the London offices four years later, he met Marilyn again when his teller at Gringotts needed help working his transaction; Marilyn had been promoted to oversee all operations on the main floor of the bank and so came over to offer assistance. Edgar, though he did not mention it, remembered her; and he was so taken by this new attitude of helpfulness and efficiency that he offered to take her to a cup of coffee for her troubles. Marilyn would not have accepted if it weren’t just in time for her break.
They dated casually while Marilyn’s son Peter was young but became serious and eventually married in 1959; they moved to Grimsby in the north of England shortly after. After Peter went away to Hogwarts, Marilyn and Edgar learned they were pregnant with another child, a little girl who would be Emmeline. And so it was that Emmeline was born into a quiet and happily blended family. Her parents’ occupations, both very detail-oriented and involved in their individual fields, led to a secure household encouraging of questions and independence.
Emmeline did not, however, question the way magical and Muggle methods of chores or work were selected. It was only natural to wash the dishes by hand and then ask Daddy to change her teddy into a doll. The first time her magic manifested occurred when she was seven and attempting to push her heavy wooden dresser out of the way of her window. The legs would not move across the floor, and her frustration quickly grew at encountering a task she could not accomplish alone. Exasperated she gave the chest of drawers a shove, rattling Mum’s antique china lamp right off the top. She reached out to catch the lamp, though she was obviously too far away to reach it, and the lamp suddenly hung in midair until she was able to reach it and set it down. No one was around, and she did not tell anyone for fear they would not believe her. Only when her Hogwarts letter came did her parents and Emmeline received confirmation that she did in fact have magical powers to be cultivated.
Emmeline’s placement in Slytherin house seemed a natural fit. She is a self-aware, sensitive girl with a knack for showing her hand when most advantageous. She’s by no means vindictive when wronged, but
Emmeline is calculating by nature. Her surname “Vance” means “marsh”, so she felt even more at home in the house when she learned Salazar Slytherin was from the same sort of place. She enjoys the witty (though sometimes biting) comments her housemates aim toward other houses, but ultimately Emmeline likes being on the inside of that fight. She stays silent when the words turn toward blood heritage and tries to quietly remove herself from those particular situations.
Her first years at Hogwarts were spent happily going to classes and befriending her fellow students. She tried out to play chaser on her house quidditch team fourth year but did not make the team (she was not disappointed after seeing no other girls showed up at try-outs). She was made prefect fifth year, a post that she fills with diligence and due respect for the rules. She has sometimes looked the other way with housemates or boys who appeal to her the right way, but generally she will toe a strict line.
Emmeline tends to have more male friends that female ones, though altogether she is not exceptionally social. She spent nearly all of fourth year pining over Sirius Black. For a moment, she found Regulus more interesting, but that didn’t last long at all. She finds Xeno Lovegood to be a charming sort that she would never seriously consider. She admires Lily Evans’ smarts, finds James Potter’s sense of humor infantile, and thinks Remus Lupin sometimes interesting but mostly dull.
When Emmeline graduates from Hogwarts, she looks forward to a career and a family. She has no idea what field she wants to go into, having already shifting among spell damage healing, media liason with a professional quidditch team, and a prosecutor for the Wizengamot.
Personality:
Emmeline is relatively stoic for a teenage girl; she is, like her peers, given to bouts of excessive excitement or melodramatic melancholy, but she is much more likely to be the steadying force in her dormitory than the drama queen. She accepts disappointments with a poker face, though annoyances can crack her countenance. She receives good news and happy surprises with mild pleasant expressions. Her pet peeves included a lack of hygiene or cleanliness, rudeness, loudness for no reason, practical jokes she perceives as cruel or mean, interruptions while she is reading or writing, and intrusion into her personal space. She is not yet as driven as she will become when she learns about the Order of the Phoenix; this event will trigger in Emmeline a change marked by a dogged determination and newfound alertness. Until then, she is committed to little more than her House quidditch team.
In class, Emmeline is not the type to raise her hand at every question, though it’s very likely she knows the answer. She prefers classes with more theory than practice. She usually starts her revising and homework almost immediately but does not finish it until the night before it’s due.
Emmeline is clean but not very tidy. In the dormitory, her things are often out of place, but there is no dirt, dust, or fur to be found. With her housemates and friends she is helpful and friendly. She works well cooperatively and prefers to do so.
Emmeline has no real blood prejudice to speak of, though she understands that she is lucky to be at least halfblood in the increasingly tense political climate. She does not see the profit or benefit in blood elitism. Her parents did not discuss the topic with her at home, so it is something she had to discover largely on her own while at school.

RP Entry: (Third person)
After a slow-moving bleary morning, the sort where the green light of her dormitory seemed nearly yellowish with the sunrise rays through the high, small windows, she made her way up to the main floor. She pushed her robes up over her elbows only to feel them slouch down again. Her bag tugged at the wool over her shoulders, and Emmeline sighed in consternation. A little food in her stomach would settle her mood.

She pushed through the doorway of the Great Hall and carried herself over the long, dark Slytherin table. Perry was perched at her usual seat, napping lightly with his head under his wing. The Prophet he had delivered rested neatly at his feet. The sheer serenity of scene and the glow of the easy orange lights made Emmeline sleepy all over again. She dropped onto the bench and dropped her bag, picked up the Prophet. The news on the sports page brought a frown to Emmeline’s face. Bother. Lost by one hundred forty. Smith would be insufferable now. She closed the Prophet with a sigh and poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. At least a loss to Falmouth was not as shameful as it might be. Imagine if it had been Chudley…

Looking up the table, Emmeline realized just how earlier she was this morning. A few eager first years and a smattering of diligent older students blearily leaned over their breakfasts. It took a moment for her to realize that she was, in fact, part of those diligent older students. Strange that these days were coming to an end. Her thoughts were pulled away and back to reality at the heavy sound of a Great Hall door closing and the sight of a familiar face. She nearly called out before remembering her housemates and so quickly gathered up her things and stood up.

#6

2008-04-20T19:00:39Z

Role

Name:
Robin Edgar Travers
Birthdate:
November 11, 1960
House:
slytherin
Residence: (Where your character lives outside of school)
London
Classes:
Arithmancy, charms, potions, transfiguration, divination,
Appearance:
Robin, to most, may appear unattractive. Mainly for his pale, tall physique. He is very skinny, with broad shoulders and a long body. His chest, and his muscles, are not tall at all. HIs hair is long, and so light it almost makes him look albino. Except he is not. Naturally.
As far as his attire goes, he dresses depending on occasion. Although he comes from a wealthy family, Robin doesn't always like to look it. Sometimes he will dress in comfortable robes, with a pair of jeans and a simple tshirt. Robin does enjoy music, and one of the many things he enjoys sporting is the name of his current favorite band. Often times, as much as he tries to prevent it, Robins hair ends up very unkempt. With him Robin always has a comb, just for things like that. He has a pointed face, and often likes to think he is flawless. Its not that he's a narcissist, but hey, who can deny when they're pretty, and they know it?
History:
LIke all other stereotypical Pureblood families, Robin Travers was raised with an elitist mind. It started at a young age, the brainwashing. He was sat down in the large leather chair across from his father, and lectured for hours daily until he got the idea that Pure was better than anything else. That magic was better than non magic, and if he were to do anything with a muggle, he would be disowned from the family. Possibly even killed. Of course Robin admired his father, and he loved his family and would never do anything to step out of line. So naturally, he obeyed these beliefs. Other than being raised to be a Pureblood radicle, Robin was raised to be proper. Holding chairs out for ladies, dressing appropriately. Things like that. The perfect, well respected, Pureblooded gentleman.

After having Robin, Jestine and Edgar Travers never wanted another child. They considered them lucky enough to have a boy, thus meaning their name could be carried on. This satisfied them enough. Robin enrolled into Hogwarts at the right age, instantly thrown into Slyhtherin. Needless to say, his parents were ecstatic. Now in his seventh year at Hogwarts, Robin is working hard on his grades so he can graduate, and attempt to join the ranks of Voldemort and his death eaters.

Although not a Death Eater himself, Edgar has a very high opinion of Voldemort and his followers. As such, he practically expects Robin to join. Practically expects Robin to want to join.
Personality: Robin can be a snob, Robin can be laid back, and Robin can be mean. He grew up a spoiled only child, and got whatever he wanted. He grew up a Pureblooded Wizard elitist, and would never so much as give a half blood or a muggle born a second glance. Though, deep down inside Robin is pressured. He feels pressured to live up to his Father's expectations. As a child, Robin was told he would either die or be disowned from the family if he were to step at least one foot out of line. This of course scares Robin, so he tries hard to not disappoint them. Of course Robin is scared, he admires his father, and would feel very ashamed if he were to ruin anything. With all these expectations, Robin's life was basically set out for him. Once out of Hogwarts, he was not expected to find someone and settle down, he is expected to hand his life over to Voldemort. So naturally, Robin tries not to think about girls. Robin is afraid of what his father would say to him if he were to owl home saying he'd gotten a girlfriend.
Other than what has been said above, Robin tends to be rather narcissistic. This really only applies to his hair, and his face. Robin likes to think he is flawless, that he is gorgeous. That his hair is the prettiest of them all.

RP Entry: (Third person)
Robin sat in the large leather chair in his Father's "office" area, very still. His eyes were spacing out, though he was very aware of Edgar's words. His posture was fixed, practiced well. Straight backed, with his jaw set. The perfect "poker" face, so to speak. Though, the ennui in his expression was evident. He had one hand grasping the end of the chair's arm, the other hand placed perfectly on his pale chin. The first thing Edgar noticed about his expression was his eyes, staring out the window at the sunny gardens behind them. The other thing Edgar noticed was the tired look Robin seemed to be holding. The office was warm, and this was tiring, very very tiring. As such, so was the speech Edgar was giving him. Robin knew what Edgar wanted to tell him. He was very well versed in the whole thing, he could probably quote it all. Now that his seventh year was beginning, Edgar was keeping an even closer eye on Robin. However much Robin had to remind his father that he would never touch a half blood, or never look at a mudblood with any other look than distaste, Edgar still felt it necessary to remind him.

Robin knew what this meant. He'd known from day one that Edgar didn't trust him. Day one was when he left for Hogwarts. Although he was accepted into Slytherin, although he was aware of the consequences and was very well friended with other Purebloods with beliefs much similar to his, Edgar still had his doubts. As if Robin would have the audacity to do such a thing. Robin would die before upsetting his family. "Robin?" Edgar asked again, pulling Robin from his daze. Robin's eyes flicked to meet his father, who was frowning in front of him. Robin was the spitting image of Edgar Travers. Tall, pale, fair haired with a pointed face and dark eyes. "I heard you," Robin assured him quietly, loosening the grip he had on the chair. He shifted his sitting position, holding one leg comfortable over his knee. His back cracked in three places, and it was now eminent to Robin just how long he had been sitting there. HIs back and his bottom both ached, and every time he inhaled his back would crack even more.

"You were saying that, as an adult Wizard, I now had magical consequences." Robin assured him, much to Edgar's pleasure. His face loosened a little, and he relaxed in his chair a little. "You were saying that if I were to perform illegal magic, I would be sent away at once. You were also saying I would be using illegal magic at one point in my life, if things go the way you want them to, and that I should keep myself in line and be more careful, until I am out of Hogwarts." Robin flashed his father a curt smile, and in turn, Edgar nodded. "Thats right. And the consequences if you are to fail?" Fail, the one word Edgar used far too often to his son. Robin hated failure, he couldn't do it. Everything he did had to be perfect. Everything he did had to be flawless, right down to his appearance.
Robin met his father's eyes, choosing to keep his expression as blank as he could. He said it with no tone to his voice, as emotionless as he could. Robin couldn't show Edgar the fear behind this statement, for he was very unsure whether Edgar would like this or not. "Death, naturally."

#5

2008-04-18T10:22:29Z

Name: James Emerson Potter.
Birthdate: 27 March 1960.
House: Gryffindor.
Residence: Birmingham, England.
Appearance: James has always been on the tall end of the height spectrum, and although he could easily be considered lanky when he was younger, James has long since grown into his tall stature and has a rather impressive build. James stands at a respectable 6'1 and although James initially appears somewhat thin, he has a very fit, athletic build. James has thick, perpetually messy black hair that naturally sticks up in the back. Neither comb nor brush can tame James' hair, and that suits him just fine. James likes his hair in all its messy, shaggy, stereotypical teenage British boy glory and he even messes it up himself from time to time to make sure that it never looks too neat.

He has hazel eyes that shift from light brown around the pupil to a dark green on the outer part of the iris, though James' eyes are nearly always covered by a pair of square rimmed glasses. Without the aid of his specs, James is as good as blind and so he's scarcely ever seen without them residing on the brim of his nose. Though he lacks Sirius' care free good looks, James could easily be considered handsome. He has prominent and somehwat angular facial features and a quick, attractive grin that has helped him weasel his way out of trouble numerous times over the years.

Although James comes from a very wealthy family, he doesn't exactly dress like the rest of the pureblood elite, or as James likes to call them the pompous twats of the school. James' fashion sense is that of a typical boy; sort of messy and decidedly sporty. Although his clothing is up to par with the current trends of the time, James' attire always appears ruffled and somewhat untidy. When it comes to the uniform, James's shirt is always untucked and his tie is typicaly too lose and often off center. Over all, James is a good looking kid. He is naturally fairly attractive, but the real key to James' physical appeal is that he has a distinctive confident demeanor about him.

History: Susanna and Emerson Potter had long since given up on the hope of having children by the time Susanna became pregnant with James. In the years preceding James's birth, Susanna and Emerson's marriage had been riddled with failed attempts at having children. While they were young they tirelessly saw different healers and tried their best to overcome the problem they seemed to be having, but once they grew older they began to accept the fact that having children was simply not going to happen for them and learned to cope with the ridicule that ensured when individuals of their social stature were deemed incapable of having children; but then along came James. To be frank, James was a bit of a surprise, but for the elderly couple who were still very much in love with one another and had suffered through so many fruitless attempts at having children, he was a very welcome one. Susanna and Emerson were shocked, to say the least, when they found out that their suspicions were correct and Susanna was indeed pregnant. They were very anxious during the entire nine months leading up to James' birth, and were skeptical as to whether or not things would turn out for the better. Despite any doubts, Susanna gave birth to a healthy baby boy on the 27th of March 1960 who they named James Emerson.

Young James was raised in the city of Birmingham, England. He led a very pampered childhood and was, in fact, a bit spoiled. With two overly enthusiastic and rich parents there was little James was denied, and he developed a major only child complex. Growing up as an only child, James was the center of his parents' attention. Never having to compromise his room, his toys, or his parents' affections meant that James was never well versed in the world of sharing. However, James was not without discipline. From a very early age his parents instilled in him a sense of right and wrong. Susanna and Emerson raised their son in a way that was contrary to the upbringing of most young pureblood children. For instance, James was raised to reject the ideas of pureblood elitism, Susanna and Emerson taught their son to treat everyone equally, regardless of their blood and the word 'mudblood' was taboo in the Potter household. Of course, James was still a very mischievous child, but he was always punished accordingly when he acted up and would never dare refer to anyone was a mudblood.

At an early age, James developed a love for Quidditch. His father would always take him to games whenever he got tickets, and James considered those days when he was able to accompany his father to the matches to be even more exciting than his birthday and Christmas combined. Quidditch was the perfect sport for a boy like James. It was exhilarating, fast-paced, and above all else; exciting. In fact, Quidditch was possibly the only thing James would ever sit still for as a child. He grew up with the sport, and at the tender age of five he told his parents with all the certainty of an adult that he wanted to become a "Qwidditch" player.

Despite all the luxuries James enjoyed growing up, he began to grow restless as he got older. James often grew bored with so few kids his own age around. By the time James was born, the Potters were a very small family. James' had very few relatives outside of his immediate family, and they were all adults; most of whom even older than his parents. He grew up in an environment consisting of primarily adults, and as much as those adults would fuss over James and shower him with galleons and presents they could not compensate for the lack of kids his own age. This left James itching to get to Hogwarts. All throughout his childhood he had heard so much about the school from his parents. He spent his entire childhood hearing about the houses, the castle, Professor Dumbledore, and all the other fantastical features of the reknowned school. The way they raved on about the place left James eagerly awaiting for his turn to witness all these things for himself.

The months preceding his eleventh birthday felt like an eternity to James. The days passed slowly for the boy of such little patience, but at long last the 27th of March came around and James received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts. He was thrilled and promptly made his parents take him to Diagon Alley to get all his school things. With his robes, cauldron, wand, books, and owl all purchased and ready to go all that was left for James to do was survive another wait, a wait for the first of September.

Previously, James had never wanted to see the summer go, but in that particular year, September could not come fast enough; he was more than ready to make his mark at Hogwarts. Eventually the first of September did come. James' parents were reluctant to see him go, and in James' own eleven-year-old-boy way he was sad to leave them behind as well, but he was too excited to linger on the feeling for long. James bid his parents farewell and passed onto platform nine and three quarters with the confidence and self-assurance that was seldom associated with any other new student. On the train James, a living antonym of shy, he did not hesitate to talk to anyone willing to listen to him run his big mouth.

It was fairly obvious that James was headed straight into Gryffindor. The boy was made to be sorted into that house, and when Professor McGonagall reached Potter on the list of names, the Sorting Hat barely had to think it over before deciding upon Gryffindor. The house fit his personality like a glove, and within Gryffindor he made friends easily and quickly. By the end of the opening feast, James had already started talking to a boy named Sirius Black who was so like himself that they might as well have been brothers separated at birth. He began talking with Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, and soon enough James dubbed them his friends as well.

As the weeks went by, it was clear that James was a far cry from being a model student. Although he seemed to have a natural talent for the subjects he studied in school, he was constantly late for class and soon enough was spending most of his nights in detention with Sirius. James became more and more of a trouble maker as first year went on, and he became very well liked amongst his classmates for this, that is, the ones he wasn't picking on anyway. The pranks James and his friends pulled were very elaborate for boys their age, and would only become more over-the-top as they grew older. An essential part of many of these pranks was the invisiblity cloak, a family heirloom of the Potters, that James' father had passed down to him. James' cloak granted them endless opportunities to sneak around the castle whenever they pleased, and James' favourite target for their pranks was a Slytherin boy in the year named Severus Snape who James was already developing a vicious rivalry with.

As second year came along, James became even closer friends with Sirius, Remus, and Peter. The three, although different in certain ways, all shared a very close bond. Because of this, James as well as Sirius and Peter couldn't help but take notice that Remus would disappear once a month and was a frequent visitor of the Hospital Wing. Whenever James would ask Remus what was going on, he would always blame it on sickness or family issues or Remus would provide some other believable, yet feeble excuse, and James wasn't buying it. The three decided to figure it out for themselves and eventually reached the conclusion that Remus was a werewolf. As farfetched as it initially sounded, everything seemed to be pointing in that direction. They confronted Remus and told explained their suspicions, which he eventually admitted were true. The three did not abandon Remus, as Remus seemed to fear they would, but rather James, Sirius, and Peter decided they would become unregistered animagi in order to help Remus during his transformations. Of course, that was a goal that took a very long time for them to actually fulfill.

It was that same year that James joined the Quidditch team. Ever since he was a kid and his father told him that Hogwarts had their own Quidditch teams James knew that he wanted, no, had to be on his, so James tried out as soon as he possibly could. The odds were against him, given that he was much smaller than the other students on the team, but James proved to be a decent chaser with a lot of promise to improve, and so he made the team and joined as their new chaser. James couldn't have been happier to be on the Quidditch team, and it now seemed as if James had it all. He was smart, funny, well-liked, a member of the Quidditch team, and James willingly let this all go straight to his head.

In fact, James encountered little to no difficulties in Hogwarts until the end of his fourth year. Prior to his fourth year James had everything he could possibly want at Hogwarts, but once June of 1974 came along he wanted more. James began to develop an interest in a girl in his house and year named Lily Evans. He had known her for years, naturally, but before then he had never really noticed just how pretty she was. What started as a mild interest turned into a full blown crush on James' part, but Lily didn't care much for James at all, on the contrary, she didn't seem to like him one bit. James was completely thrown for a loop when he began to flirt with Lily and all he managed to accomplish by doing so was annoy the hell out of her. James wasn't accustomed to people not liking him and he certainly wasn't used to not getting his way. It put him in a really odd position, but he didn't give up. James continued to pester Lily into going out with him despite her best attempts to tell him to bugger the fuck off (in more eloquent words, of course, but that's how James interpreted it).

Fifth year was a monumental year for James. Right from the beginning of the year it was obvious that James and his mates were all getting very close to becoming animagi. James had been working tirelessly at perfecting his stag transformation ever since his second year, and in his fifth year he finally managed to flawlessly transform into a great stag and Sirius and Peter both perfected their dog and rat transformations as well. James was exceedingly proud with himself and his mates, and he was glad that they know had a way to help Remus through his transformations so that he wouldn't have to go threw them alone. Not to mention, the fact that he was an animagus (albeit an illegal one) gave him just one more reason to inflate his already oversized ego.

However, a few months after they became animagi, Sirius planned a dangerous prank that James knew nothing about until it was already in action. Sirius tipped Snape off as to where exactly it was that they all disappeared once a month, telling him that if he wanted answers all he would have to do was press the knot in the Whomping Willow. When Snape showed up in the shrieking shack, he very well may have died that night if James hadn't jumped in front of Snape and pushed him out of the way, risking his own life in the process. James and Severus could have both very easily been killed by Remus' werewolf form, but miraculously the pair managed to escape. Not only did James and Severus walk out relatively unscathed, but somehow James, Peter, Remus, and even Sirius received no serious repercussions for their very severe rule breaking. James was furious with Sirius. The two had a big fight shortly after the prank, and James refused to speak to Sirius for some time after that, until he ultimately cracked and forgave Sirius; restoring the friendship they had before as if nothing had happened.

O.W.Ls proved to be a cinch for James who was obnoxiously good at nearly all his subjects, despite the very minimal work he put into his classes. He and his friends officially became "The Marauders" and gave each other their infamous nicknames. James was Prongs, Remus was Moony, Sirius was Padfoot, and Peter was Wormtail. James was back on speaking terms with Sirius, and he pulled one of his more infamous pranks on old Snivellus by magically dangling him in the air and revealing his graying underwear to the surrounding crowds of students; nearly all of whom found the prank very amusing. Everything seemed to be going very smoothly for James, except for Lily. He could not, for the life of him, get her to go on a date with him. She accused him of being arrogant, pigheaded, selfish, and all these other "ridiculous" things. James had no idea what her problem was, and he refused to accept the fact that she clearly didn't like him and he should just move on as a solution to his problem. He stood his ground and stubbornly decided to not give up on Lily.

James's life changed quite drastically at the end of his sixth year. Although the majority of the year passed by as usual, James's father fell ill mid-February of the year 1977 and his failing health eventually led to his death that following June. James was quite literally forced to grow up the moment they buried his father who James had spent his entire life admiring and looking up to. Although Mr. Potter was really quite old when he died, James was not, and his father's death had a huge impact on him. James changed a great deal that summer, and once could rightfully say that his father's death pulled him into reality. He became aware of the fact that since he no longer had his father to rely on to teach him how to grow from an immature teenage boy into a man, he was going to have to figure it out himself. That summer really humbled James quite profoundly, and although he is still quick to laugh and goof around, there is an undeniable change in James's personality and outlook on life. He was also named Head Boy that summer, though in respect to everything else that had been going on that summer, it wasn't as much of a big deal to James as it might have been. He didn't complain about it, as he most certainly would have under other circumstance, and really he was just glad that his mum was excited by the letter.

Personality: James is the type of person that once you meet him you're not likely to forget him any time soon. He has an overwhelmingly extroverted personality that has a tendency of making a long and lasting impression on those he encounters; an impression that is either very positive or very negative. James Potter is the kind of person you can easily love or easily hate, and there's usually very little middle ground. He's dominant, exuberant, bold, and above all else, talkative; characteristics that people either find endearing or very annoying. The word 'quiet' isn't exactly in James's vocabulary and he seldom ever shuts up. In fact, it's a rare occasion to find James not either talking, making facial expressions that so blatantly give away what he's thinking that he might as well be talking, or when he is forced not to speak, using some other sort of method to communicate with others. He is ambitious, strong willed, positive, and self-confident. From spending just a day or so with James, you'll begin to wonder if he has ever doubted himself. Truth be told, James isn't always as sure of himself as he appears to be, especially now that he's matured a bit, but this isn't something that he will readily admit to. A born leader, James is always quick to take charge of any and all situations. He's at his best in a position of command, and has just the right sort of personality to make a group of people listen to what he has to say and make them do what he wants them to do.

Relatively speaking, James is an uncomplicated person. He's very open and comfortable with who he is and there's not much about himself that he bothers to hide from others. At this point in time, most of the Gryffindor seventh years know everything they'd ever need to know about James Potter, whether they like it or not. Although, this isn't to say that James doesn't harbor his fair share of secrets. A part from the things he keeps secret out of necessity (the fact that he and his friends are illegal animagi and Remus is a werewolf), James likes people to think he has a very devil may care attitude about life when really he's very ambitious. However, those who know James well can tell by now that James is more ambitious than not. It's no secret that James absolutely hates losing or being shown up by someone else. He's been known to get into terrible moods if his ego is hurt in even the slightest way, though in all fairness this attitude of his isn't entirely out of vanity; James honestly does have a strong desire to excel, which can hardly be held against him even if he does take it a bit too far.

James acts and thinks bigger than others would normally dare; the ambitiousness of his schemes and idealism sometimes daunt others. His practical hardheadedness and ability to go straight to the heart of any problem reassures those who depend on him, however. James never flees away when he finds himself faced with a setback, and he thrives on adversity. Although James has always had the capability to use this strong personality of his for good, in the years preceding his seventh he had always been too immature to really live out the more favourable assets of his character. While he has always been nice to some people, James could rightfully be seen as a bully for the first six years of his Hogwarts career. He has a wicked sense of humour, and whenever he involves people in his jokes or pranks it is rare that James would ever show much remorse for any wrong he might have done.

However, James has sobered up a considerable amount over the summer between his sixth and seventh year. The death of his father humbled James greatly, and although it's plain to see that James still posseses that familiar edgy, wicked side of his character, it's becoming much easier to see the more redeeming qualities of James' persona. For instance, he's very idealistic, humane, and beneficent. James is also very loyal, he's about as allegiant as they come. Once you have made a friend out of James, you've made a friend for life. Though, it is admittedly not so easy to become James' friend if there's something about you he doesn't like. In fact, such a thing is practically impossible. Once James has made up his mind about a person, he seldom changes it, and just as James makes a great friend he makes a horrible enemy. However, for those who he does befriend, though he may be a goofball, you can count on him for anything. When it comes down to it, James would die for the ones he loves if it came to that extreme. He's also a somewhat heroic figure, or at least he's developing into one. He is highly intelligent, and uses this innate brilliance of his as a compensation for his nonexistent work ethic. James is quick on his feet, and works well under pressure. He handles challenges very well, and can pull off the whole "leaping first, looking after" thing very well.

As exciting and amiable of a person as James may be, his faults can be as large in scale as his virtues. When James finds himself in a bad mood, he is quite possibly the most unpleasant human being on the face of the planet. He can be extremely arrogant and also has an autocratic sense of pride. James can be perceived as haughty, and rightfully so. To top off his character flaws, he has an exceptionally hasty temper. If he should become jealous or suspicious of rivals, James will not hesitate to use cunning, lies, and trickery to discredit them. James can easily be seen as self-centered. He has a greed for flattery and a tendency to be very boastful of his accomplishments. He can be bombast, pompous, and has a snobbish sense of superiority.

In his relations with others James is open, sincere, genuine, and trusting. Outgoing, spontaneously warm hearted and plain spoken; though never lacking in kindliness, James is more disillusioned than the average if let down by those he trusts. James is not a good judge of character and is inclined towards favouritism and an exaggerated faith in people which too often ends in disappointment. James is so trusting of others because he himself is deeply loyal to his friends and his family and assumes others to be equally as loyal. Sadly, this way of thinking doesn't always prove true.

RP Entry: A log sample from a game where I most recently played James :D.

#4

2008-04-17T18:47:21Z

Name: Sirius Phineas Black
Birthdate: 29th November, 1958
House: Gryffindor
Residence: After having left Grimmauld Place in rather dramatic fashion last year, Sirius now spends his holidays in the house his Uncle Alphard left him just outside Gloucester. It's a little large for one and he's still frequently over at the Potters.

Appearance:
Sirius Black, as the graffiti in the fourth-floor girls bathroom would say, is "sodding gorgeous". He has good bones and strong but not overstated features. At rest, these give him an aristocratic and almost stately look. But Sirius is rarely at rest; he's constantly on the go, with a lot of controlled energy to his movements (rather less "puppyish" when he only has two legs). His emotional state, similarly, is constantly changing, and his face mirrors that, sliding easily from curiosity to confusion to his big, toothy, infectious grin. Sirius is a boy of extreme moods, and they tend to show on his face; he has an easy laugh, and a daunting, frosty rage.

Sirius has finally got used to the extra inches of height his body suddenly decided it needed (he doesn't run into things or knock them over any more, and his clothes actually fit for more than six months at a time) and he's quite a tall lad now. He's not quite correspondingly broad across the shoulders, but being constantly on the go also helps keep his somewhat lanky frame fit. He has unthinkingly good posture, walking in an easy lope with his shoulders back. His tie is frequently loosened and his shirtsleeves rolled up, and out of uniform he prefers slightly scruffy Muggle casual.

His black hair is rather too long, an irritant to his mother that he just got used to. (He does talk now and then of shaving it all off, but that's usually a flea-related complaint.) It falls in his eyes quite a lot, and can be a bit of a mess sometimes, but Sirius always says that as long as he's standing next to James, he's safe from being the least tidy person in the room.

Sometimes, he looks like a large black dog, in as unmetaphorical a sense as is possible.

History:
Sirius was the first boy born into the new generation of the Black family; indeed, the first male child since his uncle Cygnus was born 30 years previously. He was, as a result, rather spoilt, inculcating a firm belief that he was, not to put too fine a point on it, the bee's knees. It made him something of a brattish child, given to bossing playmates around, and falling back on tormenting his younger brother when bored. He was a bit of a pest to his older cousins; Bellatrix thoroughly ignored him, Narcissa was too girly to be interesting, but Andromeda made time to play with her cousin when the families were together, and it was from her, rather than from his mother, that Sirius learned lessons like sharing and patience.

Endlessly curious about the world, and not accustomed to being denied, Sirius didn't understand and chafed against the barriers that were erected as he grew older. WHY couldn't he play with those children? The pureblood children were BORING. And WHY couldn't he have a top/ice cream/record player/music box? Muggles and their things didn't look dirty or bad to him. Answers of "that's just the way it is" or "because we say so" or "you'll understand when you grow up" didn't satisfy Sirius at all. He bit his tongue to avoid smacks or scolding, and conducted further research quietly - or, well, as quietly as a child can.

It was a curious, confident and rather independent 11-year-old Sirius who boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time. And upon that train, he met one James Potter. Oh, he met some other chaps later as well, Remus and Peter and whatnot, and they were grand too, but James was BRILLIANT. Well and truly interesting and boding-well-for-future-entertainment enough for Sirius to gaily abandon the "you must associate with" list that his mother had drilled into him and share a carriage instead with the boys who would become his housemates. He probably would've been sorted into Gryffindor in any case - he really lacks either the cunning or the ambition to be a Slytherin - but that traintrip decided it. The Hat was only on his head long enough to point out that all of his relations had gone into Slytherin, and for Sirius to, after barely a moment's thought, declare that he didn't care. Gryffindor it was.

His parents were far less thrilled than Sirius about this turn of events. But they were all the way back in London, and he was here at Hogwarts and it was ACE. He launched himself (sometimes bodily) into rip-roaring boys-own friendships with Peter, James and Remus (even if James was always his favourite, his BEST friend) and, when it couldn't be avoided, studied. His parents remained unhappy with his house, and all the stories Sirius told at Christmases and summers didn't seem to reassure them at all. But suggestions that he wasn't associating with the right people or taking the right approach met with surprising stubbornness: Sirius's friends were BRILLIANT, thank you, and he was going to stick with them.

Not even figuring out in second year why Remus disappeared once a month could change that. Sirius didn't see why it should matter a jot - Remus was still Remus, and he was Sirius's mate, fur and fangs or no. He was just a bit disappointed they couldn't all have furry full-moon adventures along with him; he may have suggested they all get bitten in jesting solidarity, but that offhand remark led toward the notion of the other three becoming Animagi. (It took them another three years, much longer than Sirius's usual attention span, but they finally managed it. Because clearly they are AWESOME.)

But even as life at school continued to be brilliant as the years went by, life at home started falling apart. The schism between Sirius and his parents was just widening, as he started questioning more and more of the prejudices and attitudes that had been drummed into him, and started doing it more blatantly and loudly. He began to realise that his parents, for all their doting, didn't love HIM, they loved the concept of the perfect son. At least his friends cared about HIM. All the rest of it - the fact they didn't even have justifications for their prejudices, the fact they seemed to be pureblood automatons without feelings - was really secondary to that; they loved the pureblood family Black more than their son.

As the arguments at home got worse, so did Sirius's behaviour at school. He took violently (in all senses) to a stance that wasn't so much pro-tolerance as anti-anti-Muggleborns. In his late fourth (after a rather shouty Christmas) and fifth years, he might actually have been said to be on a personal vendetta against the Slytherin purists, one that culminated in his duping Snape into going after Remus on a full moon.

It was a turning point in Sirius's life - or at least, the hurt telling-off he received from Remus and James was. The disappointment of his best mates made Sirius feel smaller than he ever had in his life. And even worse, when he sat down and seriously looked at himself, he could see horrific shadows of his parents and their unthinking arrogance in himself. He apologised profusely (possibly to the point of annoyance) to Remus, but he also came clean to his friends about the full scope of his troubles with his parents, and how little he wanted to be like them. With the support of his brilliant friends, Sirius was beamingly confident that he could do it and it would be easy. It hasn't been, but their support is constant, and he keeps trying to be a better person. All of this has meant that, although James is still, always and ever his best friend, he's got a closer relationship with Remus these days.

The summer after that was the worst yet. His mother was insufferable, and all of the patience and reasonableness Sirius tried so hard to cultivate seemed to evaporate around his family. After a month of arguments with short pauses for angry silences, door slamming and sleep, Sirius finally and completely snapped. THAT argument lasted a grandstanding three hours, and resulted in Sirius showing up on James's doorstep with a backpack and a slapped handprint on his face. His parents have declared they won't take him back unless he apologises to his mother; Sirius won't talk about the fight, but declares he's NEVER going to apologise. And that was that.

Sirius threw himself into the following school year as though nothing untoward had happened. He ignored his brother completely (and MOST of the snide comments from those Slytherins who knew what had happened) and made casual references to how awesome summer had been with James. He launched himself upon their next Big Project (the Map) and into the general execution of pranks, and lived a lot for Today, because he had no idea what he was going to do come summer, let alone at the end of his schooling. And then his Uncle Alphard died, leaving Sirius a wad of cash and his house in Gloucester. It's taken the pressure of his disowning off, which is at utter relief to Sirius. But there is this niggling voice in the back of his head (that sounds annoyingly like Remus) that says that perhaps, since he's had a reasonably comfortable future handed to him, since his uncle was blasted off the tapestry as well for his largesse (yes, Sirius heard about it)... since a whole lot of things, really, maybe he should DO something. Really stand up, not just to his family, but against their beliefs as a whole. He's got no idea what yet, but it's something to think about.

...but in the meantime, he's totally buying that motorcycle.

Personality:
Sirius is not the noblest Gryffindor ever to stalk these hallowed halls. On his worst days, in fact, Sirius is an arrogant, selfish, irresponsible, vindictive prick. But he tries not to be, unlike the majority of the rest of his family, and his raft of flaws is balanced out by a strong, if slightly anarchic, sense of fairness and equality. His arrogance isn't based on any sort of prejudice, nor his selfishness on any consciously held sense of entitlement, more just an idle and intrinsic notion that he's the best thing since sliced bread. The general shape of his personal philosophy could be described as "every man for himself", with everyone starting equal. He won't necessarily help lift the less fortunate up, but he will fight violently to prevent others from pushing them down, and trip up those who he sees as having unfair benefits they didn't earn or deserve. It doesn't always take a lot to earn his disapproval - stupidity will do it, or blind conformity, or occasionally just being in the wrong place at the wrong time - and once disapproving, he can be downright vicious, both with words and actions.

All that said, he is NOT a bad kid, and he isn't the only one to point out the vast differences between him and most of his family. He's charismatic, confident and friendly, though in a more confrontational than approachable way. Many a shyer student may actually find Sirius slinging an arm around their shoulders and declaring they'll "be up for a piece of this, right?" as intimidating as any Slytherin's hauteur. And he's certainly not shy about stepping up and challenging others about their prejudices, irrationalities and injustices, or standing up for those who are being bullied (though he may suggest strongly to them that they stand up for themselves next time). He's pretty outspoken in general, be it in criticism or praise, and carelessly generous with his compliments and his bounty.

In fact, "careless" is a good overall descriptor of Sirius Black. He's energetic and engaging, but easily bored; enjoying the moment, but always on the look-out for something shiny. He's blithe about his personal grooming, unclear on the concept of "personal space", slapdash with his schoolwork, hazy on the application of school rules and societal norms and completely unthinking about the consequences of his actions. Though he tends not to look before he leaps, when the shit hits the fan Sirius isn't one to shirk responsibility, or try to make excuses. He'll cop the consequences and deal with it.

Or at least, that was the old Sirius. Since the whole Snape/Whomping Willow/werewolf incident, and more specifically since Remus was scaldingly horrified at Sirius's behaviour, he's actually tried to be a little more thoughtful about possible consequences. Emphasis on the TRIED. It's hard to erase the subconscious expectations that his upbringing entrenched within him; that sense of entitlement, the feeling that things should go the way he wants them, the notion that the rules of others needn't apply to him. But Sirius does not want to be that person. It's something he needs to consciously work on, and he slips up more than he'd like. He IS trying, however little of that struggle is visible to the general public. And in the meantime, he's still Sirius: bad at being alone or bored, good at mayhem with an occasional edge of social justice, generous and loyal to his friends.

RP Entry:
Sirius's corner of the dorm had always tended to barely-constrained chaos (and occasionally not constrained at all, the chaos creeping out and colonising the rest of the room in an attempt to take over the space much the way its nominal owner tended to fill a room). At the moment it was achieving a new pinnacle in domestic disorder, the bed barely visible under a mound of clothes, books, and other nick-nacks - half-buried near the top, a rememberall flashed "Detention" in urgent red letters. Not even the curtains were safe, a pair of boots hanging over the railing by the tied laces and a sock pinned to a drape by static cling.

There was even something moving under the bed, but fortunately that something just turned out to be Sirius, wriggling out backwards on hands and knees with cobwebs in his even-more-disarranged-than-usual hair. "Fuck!" he bellowed, lurching up to his feet, and smacking dust off the knees of his trousers.

At the sound of the dorm door opening, he LEAPT across the space to land in front of the new arrival, hands already lifted in supplication. "Transfig text? PLEASE? I think someone ATE mine or something."

#3

2008-04-15T19:19:14Z

Player

Name: Jamie
Experience: I have a whooole bunch - especially when it comes to Marlene! You can see all of my experience here, though. :)
Contact: Email: jamie.marlene@gmail.com; AIM: mmm jamietastic -- I'm easiest to get on email because I work during the day, but I'm around every evening until late. :)

Role

Name: Marlene Renny McKinnon
Birthdate: 08 October, 1959
House: Gryffindor
Residence: Kilmory, Rum Island, Scotland
Appearance: Marlene has light brown, naturally wavy hair and big brown eyes that is accented with a nearly always present smile on her face. Her hair is a bit of a problem for her, as it has a tendency to "fluff," as she calls it, if she doesn't dry it almost immediately after she leaves the bathroom. She also wears black, rectangular glasses while reading. Her complexion is a bit paler than normal, but she freckles easily when she's outside for an extended period of time. At 5'8", she's a bit taller than average and has a thin build, but still has a hint of curves there. She really came into her own over the past year and blossomed from an awkward, scrawny girl into a pretty, confindent young woman.

Regarding her style, Marlene doesn't really put a terrible lot of thought into it. She grew up with nice robes and gowns that she would have to wear to pureblood functions that her family was periodically invited to. Because of this, she does have a tendency to drift toward the more extravagent out of habit, but she doesn't like to splurge. That isn't to say, of course, that she doesn't occasionally receive a gift here and there after going out with her mother because she happened to eye a certain skirt or set of robes longer than she normally would. When hanging out with friends or just sitting in the common room, though, Marlene wears mostly bellbottoms and comfortable sweaters. She has a habit of holding onto things far past its prime. She feels that if it's still held together, it's perfectly fine to wear. Marlene doesn't wear a lot of makeup as she feels it is more important for people to see her for who she really is, but will wear a small amount of powder and some mascara whenever she goes out in public.
History: Alastair McKinnon and Glenna Campbell discovered that they were two of the lucky ones very early on in life. Both being from Scottish pureblood families, they were well rehearsed with the ideas of a future of betrothals, fancy parties, and they accepted it. The two knew nothing else and they certainly weren't going to complain when it came to expensive belongings and the like. However, when Glenna was in her fifth year at Hogwarts and Alastair in his sixth, the two were able to get to know one another better through being prefects. While they certainly had known of each other, they had never forged a true friendship which quite soon became a relationship.

Glenna knew that there was a good chance Alastair would not be her parents' pick for a suitable betrothed, but that didn't keep her from hoping nonetheless. Alastair went through the walk and steps and eventually became one of the suitors vying for Glenna's hand in marriage. While he was certainly the youngest at only eighteen, he couldn't help but hope. As it turned out, their hope was not in vain when the McKinnon and Campbell parents decided together that it would be a good idea to allow them to be married. Only a few short months after Glenna finished school the two were very happily wed. Despite how perfect things worked out for the two of them, Alastair and Glenna both decided early on that they would never do the same for their own children, feeling that it was much more important for them to fall in love rather than be forced into a marriage they didn't like. This didn't exactly excite their parents, but the two were set in their views.

While many pureblood families went straight into the idea of children and continuing the family, Alastair and Glenna had different ideas. Knowing that they had all of their lives together for a family, they decided to enjoy their love and company and traveled the world for a few years. They went just about anywhere they felt like going until they returned back to Kilmory in 1950 to settle down. It was then that Alastair began to follow in his father's footsteps (with only a little pressure) and began Auror training. It didn't take long for them to start a family, either, as only two months after they moved home, Glenna found that she was pregnant and brought their first son into the world - Carson. Soon to follow were Leslie, Kenneth, Alan, and Marlene.

Growing up with four siblings and also being the youngest of the group, Marlene was protected much more than the rest of her brothers and sister. A mixture of random bursts of magic that were much stronger than her siblings, chronic and excruciating headaches, and just being the baby of the family caused her to spend much of her childhood cooped up inside with her mother. However, when she was allowed to play out with her siblings, Marlene quickly took to flying and playing Quidditch with her brothers. While she isn't a tomboy, she always preferred spending time with her brothers over Leslie, mainly because her sister was a bit jealous of the attention she got from her father. Marlene was definitely Daddy's Little Girl and he always saw fit to let her know. She was also very close to her oldest brother, who saw fit to take care of her when she was younger.

Like most pureblood children, Marlene was tutored with her siblings in the usual subjects - primary essentials on top of Latin and etiquette. Admittedly, she struggled in etiquette, mainly because her mind was so often outside of the house and climbing a tree or just watching clouds. She struggled to understand that proper spoken grammar is as important as written and continually spoke without thinking. This only really proved to be a problem when she went to parties her family might have been in attendance for and she eventually just learned to keep her mouth shut and smile. Her parents never tried to push elitist views on their children as they didn't exactly believe that sort of thing themselves and they didn't treat their children as royalty. The McKinnons were punished and lectured or hugged and praised as any functional family might.

Finally, in the summer of her eleventh year, Marlene received her letter inviting her to Hogwarts. She couldn't have been more excited to go after hearing the stories her older siblings and parents had shared about moving staircases, the Headmaster, and just the idea of going to classes where she could learn more magic. Upon reaching the school, she was sorted into the Gryffindor house, which she was quite excited about as her own father and eldest brother had been sorted there as well.

Marlene enjoyed Hogwarts as much as anyone might. She found her niche and soon found herself trying to read the entire library before she finished her seventh year. She made friends easily and began to realize what subjects she was exceptionally good, mediocre, and downright awful at. While she wasn't at the very top of her year, she was near it with her sharp mind and ability to get from point A to Z very easily. While her friends slowly started dating and exploring the world of boys, she opted for her textbooks. Watching her friends laugh and cry over relationships made her wonder if they were really worth all of the trouble.

It was in Marlene's fifth year that the idea that she might go into Healer training after finishing Hogwarts was first implanted into her mind. It was actually through Professor Flitwick at her career advice meeting before her OWLs. While she had realized that she was fairly efficient at medicinal magic, the thought had never really crossed her mind before that moment and, honestly, it only sat in the back of her mind yet as part of her is fairly convinced that she won't be good enough to be a Healer.

Now in her seventh year, Marlene is just trying to find her place in the world and make it out of Hogwarts in one piece. She is fairly aware that she has a limited time until she will be expected to jump into the world of adults and know exactly what she's going to do with herself. However, there's a larger part of her that's rather sure she's still seventeen and she ought to make the most of her time while she can.
Personality: Those who put a terrible lot of weight into house stereotypes would be rather disappointed when they met Marlene. While she is easily a Gryffindor through and through, she lacks the easy and near constant hotheadedness and tendency to act before thinking that many of her housemates happen to have. She is the sort of woman that will mull over something for days before she comes to any solid decision on how to handle said decision. Also, for someone that might not know her well, it would seem that she constantly ran at lukewarm. Not to say that she is boring, but she seems to never give anyone the cold shoulder or a fiery wrath.

However, it is quite notable to say that that temperament is only one that people who do not know Marlene well would make note of. On the contrary, once she is pushed hard enough, her temper is rather explosive. It takes a terrible lot to push her past her lukewarm place, but once taken over that line she is rather frightening. The primary subjects that might push her are primarily her friends and family and any sort of opinions she might have formed over her nineteen years of life. People can say anything they might want about her personally, but once they turn onto her loved ones it is a completely different story.

Regardless of any flares of bad temper she might have, though, Marlene is an incredibly laid back person that rarely doesn't have a smile gracing her lips. Easy going, she's very easy for all types of people to get to know her and her smile almost draws them to her. She has a very gregarious personality and is always joking and laughing at this or that. She believes whole heartedly that it's impossible for all hope to really be lost when you are able to laugh or smile at something and she has made it her personal goal to keep that hope alive in a rather dark time.

The largest Gryffindor trait that is alive in Marlene is her intense and almost obsessive loyalty that she feels toward her loved ones. Once you make a friend of her, you are rather stuck with her for life. She is always looking out for people that she cares about - and, really, people she might not know at all. Her need to take care of people and make sure they are always all right is part of the reason that Marlene decided to go into the occupation that she chose.

Marlene is an incredibly stubborn person. Once she makes a goal, she will not rest until that goal is fulfilled.e is far from walking away from him. Related, she also has very high integrity and she believes that everyone else should live at the same level as her. As far as she is concerned, everyone should want to be the very best and they should strive for that. She doesn't understand why anyone would settle for anything less than the best that they can be.

Other important bits of Marlene is just how sensitive and emotional she can be. She is incredibly in tune with the thoughts and feelings that people happen to feel and she uses that to her advantage when trying to help them. It sincerely pains her when she sees other people in pain or suffering and it is even worse if there is nothing she can do for them. Marlene also feels a great need for harmony - not only between her friends and family but the world as a whole. That is one of the largest reasons she is an active part of the Order. She wants nothing more than to see harmony and peace in the world. Also, Marlene is an intense and avid reader. She has a huge library of classics, but Charles Dickens happens to be her personal favorite. She also loves to sing. She doesn't have a spectacular voice, but it also isn't particularly bad. She normally doesn't do it much outside of her shower, though.

Strengths: Marlene's greatest strength is her great and unwavering loyalty to her friends and family. They are what drives her to be the person that she is and keeps her on the path to succeeding and being, what she believes, is the sort of person that they want her to be.

Related, Marlene is also incredibly faithful. When she decides that she cares about someone, she is committed to them 100%. There is no halfway with her. She does, however, expect to receive the same treatment to any of the people that she gives that sort of attention to.

Another notable strength is just how goal oriented she happens to be. Marlene is the person who will decide that she will achieve something in so many years and will strive to make sure that when that time is up she will have met her goal. She has a great drive within her to succeed and be her personal best.

Magically, Marlene's greatest strengths lie in the practical application of magic. She's very good with defensive spells and, while in Hogwarts, she found herself rather good with medicinal magic. It had been Professor Flitwick that suggested a Healer profession to her after Hogwarts, but it wasn't something that she thought of seriously until halfway through her seventh year.

Weaknesses: Marlene's biggest weakness is her incredible stubborness. It is terribly hard to sway her from thinking a certain point of view after she has had years to form that opinion. She knows what she wants and what she thinks and she's fairly certain that if anyone wants to challenge it they are embarking upon a lost cause. Relating to this, she will not give up on something after she's made up her mind. She is difficult and a bit bullheaded, but she believes that everything she does is only for the best of her and hre loved ones so she doesn't see what might be wrong with it.

Despite that it is one of her strengths, Marlene's incredible loyalty to her friends and family is also quite a weakness. She has a habit of letting those she cares about the most walk over her from time to time, particularly because she doesn't want to let them down or give the impression that she doesn't care about them. Rationally she knows that she does this, but it's hard for her to let go of.

Magically, Marlene's greatest weakness has to do with theory. She's dreadful at remembering dates and the only reason she continued with Arithmancy after fifth year was because her mother seemed to think that it was a subject that she ought to take - even though Marlene hated every moment in class. The only exception to this rule is Astronomy, which she says is only because the night sky is far too beautiful to not want to understand.

RP Entry: Marlene held her pallet in her right hand, her left carefully flitting across the nearly filled canvas before her. She was in her painting zone - a zone that was quite hard for her to get out of. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she allowed the pale pink to mix with the oranges as she tried to capture the sunset that was flooding in through the window her easel was set up next to. Biting down softly on her lip, Marlene smoothed some of the paint over with her knuckle before giving it a satisfied nod.

As she wiped the excess paint onto her smock, Marlene let her gaze drift outside for a moment. There were a handful of first or second years playing in the snow down on the grounds, making her smile a bit. While winter was her least favourite season, it was still nice to see others enjoying themselves as they were.

Just as Marlene put more paint on her brush - this time a pale yellow - there was a knock on the door, jerking her from her thoughts. She let out an annoyed breath as she glanced at the quickly setting sun; she had hoped to finish the painting tonight, but she might have to wait until tomorrow, depending on who it was on the phone. Carefully easing the handle of her paintbrush into her messy bun at the back of her head, Marlene hurried across the flat and opened the door. "Oh...hi," she greeted, her eyebrows raised as she recognized the person on the other side.

PB: Emily van Camp

#2

2008-04-14T20:05:53Z

Name: Remus John Lupin
Birthdate: March 10th, 1960
House: Gryffindor
Residence: Small cottage in the countryside outside of Dover
Appearance:
Remus often looks sickly, tired, or underweight. Feeling gangly and scrawny compared to his friends, Remus is very self conscious about his appearances. His hair tends to grow more rapidly around the full moon, often looking unshaven during that time. He does his best to hid any scars he might have. Remus has blue-green eyes, and mousy brown hair - often kept at a medium length. Remus quite frequently appears to be almost 'aloof' not wanting to draw attention to himself. No matter how happy he is acting at the time, Remus eyes always betray a hint of sadness. He also has a number of scars from his transformations.

He is scrawny, especially compared to his friends. His clothes are slightly ragged, hand-me-downs or home made clothing, never the best of fashion statements. It's a rather old fashioned style - a bit nerdy, modest, and reserved. He looks starkly different to his more presentable mates, but he's ok with that. He's grateful he has his friends that care about him, grateful he was able to attend Hogwarts, and well, clothes don't make the world go round.

He is 5'11", not short, but not overly tall either. His weight fluctuates greatly depending on the full moon cycle, but the most he ever weighs is 168lbs. He has green eyes, that betray a hint of sadness when a person looks closely into his eyes. His brown hair is kind of a mess at times, a bit curly, and kind of poofy almost.. The day of the full moon, he looks quite ill. He turns a bit pale, and just looks a bit off, though he attempts not to allow his friends to know just how much the day of and the day after hurts him. Also worth noting is he seems to be a bit scruffier the closer he gets to the full moon.

As a wolf, he looks just like that - a wolf. The difference between a werewolf and a normal wolf is the size, he's larger than a normal wolf, but from a distance one would not be able to tell different. His eyes turn black as night, and the grey and white wolf would be a fierce sight to run into. He does not look like the POA movie version of a werewolf, as in Jo's book canon universe, werewolves look like wolves, not half wolves-half humans.

History:
Remus's father used to work in the ministry, in the politics realm of the wizarding world. When he was at the ministry he was assigned to work in the Department of Werewolf Registry and control. At one point, his father was on track to become a Minister one day, but that drastically changed after that assignment. Fenir Greyback, the 'ringleader' of most werewolves, was determined to have the registry abolished - and even more determined to make sure his own name was no longer on that list. Being close family friends to the Blacks, members of the Black family threatened the Lupin family (although this part of the memory isn't known to Remus), but John Lupin stood firm. He wasn't going to overlook the responsibilities of his job in order to kowtow to the Black family. One of the Black members in the ministry slipped the information to Fenir about where the Lupin's lived. Greyback decided to get revenge on the uncooperative John Lupin by targeting the Lupins' only son. So, at four years old, before Remus even had a chance to enter preschool, or any school in general, he was attacked and bitten by Greyback.

John and his wife were devastated. The minute John registered his own son's name on the registry, he retired from the ministry and politics all together. His family, feeling the discrimination from other families in the area, packed up and moved to a small, secluded house in the countryside of Dover - an area that was technically part of the muggle world, though there were no neighbors within miles of their house. His father became an owner of a small rare book store in Dover, a job that helped spark Remus' love for reading as his father would bring home a new book to him each week.

His mum was a housewife, and home schooled Remus. When Remus first received an invitation for Hogwarts, his parents sent a response declining the invitation. Dumbledore showed up at the house, pleading with them to allow Remus to attend the school, and after a very long discussion of how they will be able to take care of Remus and keep everyone (including him safe) his parents relented and allowed him to attend.

Sheltered, Remus spent the entire time on the train nervously reading a book, not daring to look up or around at the other kids. He'd never spoken a word to anyone outside his family in his entire life. In fact, the very first child Remus ever spoke to was none other than Sirius Black - sparking what would be a lifelong friendship.

In school, Remus was quite surprised to find that James, Sirius, and Peter had all insisted on being his friend. He really had expected to go to school as the quiet one that no one noticed, but being in a dormitory with the three of them made all the difference. In his second year, the three boys confronted him about why he went a way once a month. They had figured out his secret, and Remus was certain they would make it known and he would have to leave school. He was devastated, believing that the only people he'd really ever been able to call friends would now fear and hate him forever.

He was surprised when they didn't. In fact, not only did they not seem to care (well, they cared, but as friends who were concerned) but they would look out for him whenever anyone else started to notice his disappearing each month. What he didn't know, at the time, is the moment they found out about his secret, the three boys decided they would become animagi. By fifth year, they had managed it. It was an extraordinary feat, but nonetheless, they had succeeded. Remus nearly fainted when he found out what they had done for him, followed by extreme excitement that they had managed to do so, and finally followed by lecturing them on what they were thinking. Not only were they breaking the Ministry's laws by becoming unregistered animagi, that sort of magic is dangerous if done incorrectly, and they were merely fifth years! Still, above all Remus was grateful.

But fifth year, it would seem, wasn't always as happy as that moment. In fact, in the spring, a few months before the O.W.L.S. Sirius had let slip on a "prank" how to get past the Whomping Willow. If James hadn't stopped Severus in time, one of four things could have happened: Remus could have injured Severus severely, Remus could have inflicted the curse upon Severus, Remus could have killed Severus, or... Severus could have killed him. Remus had never been so hurt as that day he found out what had happened, and found out why Severus now knew what he was. How could Sirius have betrayed his secret like that? How could Peter, who had known about it, let him? James was clearly the only one with any sense left in the group.

However, Remus couldn't hold a grudge against Sirius forever. He made a mistake, a big one, but when Remus saw that he was truly sorry for it, Remus forgave him. The four friends were as close as ever, and would go on to making the Marauders map together. While he may have held the position of prefect, he suspected Dumbledore only did it to keep reign on his friends. How could he control the friends who accepted him for what he was, the first true friends he ever had? Remus was grateful that he wasn't selected as Head Boy, it took an awful lot of pressure off of his shoulders.

Personality:
Remus is usually quiet and soft spoken. He almost always has his nose stuck in a book, and prefers to not break rules whenever possible. However, instead of being a strong discouragement to his friends, Remus stands on the sidelines quietly observing when they blatantly ignore rules - even with his prefect obligations to stop disruptive behavior. This does not mean he isn't 'fun' or mischievous like his mates, rather he just prefers to participate in the prank wars when they don't break school rules. He has a strong desire to be like and accepted. Remus tends to be a bit on the shy side, although he will speak with anyone who speaks to him, he's just never truly adjusted to being around so many peers - being alone for the vast majority of his life. Lastly, Remus is a kind and gentle soul, he doesn't want to ever bestow any kind of pain on any one, and always tries to see the best in anyone he encounters. He's rather pleasant, sometimes referred to as the 'sane' or sensible one of the marauders. His love of reading and books has led Remus to be very studious, well-read, and book smart. He excels in his classes for the simple fact that he's as studious as he is. His desire/need to be liked and accepted is every bit a weakness as it would be a strength: strength in the fact that he will be able to get along with most people, a weakness in the fact that he often lets things slide when he shouldn't. Remus also tends to have a rather large guilt complex, often blaming himself when something is another's fault. He's oblivious to any one who might flirt with him or like him, no matter how obvious they are, so caught up in the fact that a person like him doesn't 'deserve' such relationships or admiration.

Remus is a very intelligent bloke, and no one can deny that he is well read. He nearly aways has his head in a book, whether it is studying, working ahead on assignments, or reading for pleasure. He gets excellent marks in school, and has a love for learning. Part of him thinks he might have been a better fit as a Ravenclaw, which the hat nearly sorted him into. However, he's quite glad that it did not and instead sorted him into Gryffindor. Unlike his more outgoing mates, Remus is perfectly content sitting alone reading a book - perfectly content being quiet and still. Of course, this is partly due to his childhood; never having playmates, Remus adjusted rather quickly to being alone.

Overall, Remus is mostly mentally sound. He does suffer from the anxiety and anguish that comes from the fact that he is a werewolf. He has an overly high guilt-complex, almost immediately blaming himself for things as well as feeling that he does not deserve things. He is terrified of that "monster" that lives within him, however, he does his best to quiet his fears and worries.

Mostly introverted, Remus has his extrovert moments few and far between - nearly always instigated by the other marauders. He tends to go along with them, more often than not, just because he's partly afraid that one day they'll wake up and all of a sudden realize they'd have been better off without him as a mate. As far as people he actually counts as friends, he can count them on one hand, so sometimes he ignores the voice of reason and follows full steam ahead with his friends and their plans. (Of course, he is certain this is probably why he wasn't chosen as Head Boy, but he's okay with that. He wasn't too disappointed, and he certainly was proud of James for getting the position.)

Remus has a very low self-esteem. He feels he doesn't deserve a lot of things because of his condition, and he worries that most people would hate him if they knew the truth. It takes an incredible amount of courage to go through what he does every month of his life, and yet he has managed to keep the docile and sweet nature through out the rest of the year. Most in his position might think of turning bitter and foul, but Remus has a courageous inner strength that keeps him going. He might be too hard on himself, too eager to please others, and prone to guilt, but he is still an incredibly strong individual as far as inner strength goes. He does not deny that people like James, Sirius, Peter, and Marly have had a huge impact on him in that manner.

RP Entry: This particular sample was taken from a previously played in school Remus. During this game Lily was out on the Full Moon but James saved her from being hurt. I'm including a snippit of RP from him as a wolf, and from him the day after the full moon.

As a wolf
Remus looked at Sirius - the look in his eyes letting him know he was going to change soon. Sirius transformed into Padfoot just as Remus himself began the process of transforming, groaning as his body changed from that of a human into a werewolf, writhering in pain from it. He felt his bones change structure, his muscles pulling and contracting as his entire skeletal and muscular design changed into wolf. After he was finally fully transformed he let out a loud howl to the moon, from the anquish he had felt.

Whimpering, Moony lowered his head, and then raised it to meet the eyes of the large dog with him. The rest of his pack, albeit a very untraditional pack, was missing, but he wasn't alone. The dog was there. Moony bit at the nape of the large dog's neck, not enough to hurt or break skin, but enough that the dog would know that it was he - the wolf - that was and always would be the leader of their pack.

The wolf made it's way to the old rickety door, and pawed at it until it opened - just like it always did. He turned his head to the dog, cocking it sideways, as if to both command and ask it to follow. It was time to explore. It was time to mark his territory once more in the Forbidden Forest.

The Day after the Full Moon
Remus barely remembered the trip from where woke up cold and naked - near the lake, oddly enough, to the hospital wing in the morning. His left leg was torn pretty bad fom where Sirius bit him, his ribs and sides bruised deeply from James' antlers throwing him, and he had a splitting headach from where he'd hit the tree. Over all, it wasn't one of his better mornings.

Madame Pomfrey administered potions to the boy, with a questioning look on his face. Remus just hoped it wasn't too obvious he hadn't remained in the shack - not wanting his cohorts to be discovered as animagi. Remus recalled the night with horror. He certainly wasn't looking forward to running into Lily any day soon. He couldn't forgive himself from attacking a dear friend, he hated himself all over again as a result of hurting Lily. He panicked, not knowing if he'd bitten her or if James had stopped him in time.

Remus was alone in the bed, looking around the deserted hospital wing. Alone. Just as a guy like him should be.

#1

2008-04-13T19:18:23Z

Name: Lily Madeleine Evans
Birthdate: 30 January 1960
House: Gryffindor
Residence: Spinner's End, Derbyshire, England
Appearance: Lily is often regarded as pretty, though she doesn't really care what people think of her. She is of average height and carries herself with an air of quiet confidence and grace. Her long dark red hair and her almond shaped green eyes are the most striking aspects of her appearance, and when she is angry they make her look most intimidating. Most of the time, however, her heart-shaped face is graced with a friendly smile. Lily likes to make sure she looks presentable at all times, though she feels girly subjects like fashion and make-up aren't worth her time.

History: Lily was born to Jack and Marian Evans at the end of January, 1960, not far from Spinner's End. Jack in particular was delighted by the birth of his second daughter, and Marian repeatedly had to warn him to stop spoiling her. Lily's sister, Petunia, was intrigued by the new baby, and she never left Lily's side. The two girls quickly became inseparable, to the amusement of their parents.

When Lily was eight years old, she and Petunia met young Severus Snape during one of their explorations of the neighbourhood. Lily quickly took a liking to him, though Petunia remained suspicious of the strange boy. It was through Severus that Lily discovered that she was a witch. Her parents were shocked, but also pleased and very supportive of their daughter. Petunia was less enthusiastic and slowly began to drift away from her sister.

The rift between the two sisters became even bigger when Lily received her Hogwarts letter and Petunia was told she couldn't attend. Lily was hurt by her sister's spiteful reaction, but the discovery of the wizarding world pushed their fight to the back of her mind. Lily was enthralled by everything she learned, and she tried to read as much about her new world as possible in the months preceding the new school year.

When it was time for Lily to board the Hogwarts Express, Lily went to look for Severus, who she knew would be attending Hogwarts as well. On the way she stumbled over James Potter and Sirius Black and took an immediate dislike to the two boys. When it turned out they were sorted into Gryffindor as well, Lily was severely annoyed. Sadly she and Severus had to part ways as they were sorted into different houses, though Lily resolved not to let this influence the only friendship she had at Hogwarts.

Over the months Lily quickly settled in at Hogwarts, making some friend both inside her house and out. She remained close to Severus, both of them showing great interest in their studies and in Potions in particular. Lily once again came in touch with Sirius and James through her friendship with Remus, who had become her study partner. She disapproved of their pranks and took every opportunity to tell them so, brushing aside Remus' pleas to just ignore them. She felt sorry for Peter, who was repeatedly used as a doormat by his friends, and made an effort to be nice to him, to the annoyance of James and Sirius.

At the end of her fifth year, things became tense between Lily and Severus. He refused any help from her regarding the repeated bullying by James and Sirius, and it slowly became clear that he had been seduced by Voldemort's ideas. Their friendship came to a standstill when Lily came to his aid once again, only to be called Mudblood by the boy she regarded as her closest friend. She was devastated and secretly grateful for the Marauders' adamant defense of her honour. She formed a tacit friendship with them, but she soon found out that James had become quite taken with her, to her great annoyance. Any attempt at turning him down made him even more determined to woo her, and by the end of her sixth year Lily threatened to hex him if he would open his mouth while in her presence.

Lily is about to return for her seventh and final year at Hogwarts. She's very proud to be named Head Girl, and plans to make sure the Marauders keep quiet for their final year, though she realises that this is going to be an impossible task.

Personality: Lily has a genuine interest in people. Naturally curious, she likes to figure out what makes people tick, the same way she likes to figure out how different charms and spells work. She tries her best to be friendly to everyone and to leave prejudices be, though she quickly learned to be careful around Slytherins. Lily has quite a temper, mostly to cover up her hurt, but she's always quick to apologise if she feels she has somehow wronged someone. She can't stand arrogance and spite, one of the reason why she had difficulties accepting James and Sirius, though she has long since discovered that there is more to them than meets the eye. This still doesn't mean she has to like them, or so she feels.

Lily cares a lot about her family, especially her father, with whom she's always had a special bond. She loves her sister dearly, despite their difficult relationship, and she's very sad Petunia won't accept her for who she is. Severus will always be close to her heart, even though she isn't sure whether she can trust him anymore. She can't stand to see people or animals suffer and will always try to keep everyone happy. Lily can be quite stubborn at times, and often finds it difficult to admit to herself that she way wrong about something. Most of all, Lily has a passion for life, and she wants to make the most of it. Over the years, she's become less timid and afraid to break the rules, though her studies still are very important to her. She feels she has to prove that she belongs in the magical world.

RP Entry: Lily cursed under her breath as she scrubbed at her white dress, now marred by large splatters of orange. Remus, sitting next to her at the Gryffindor table, was avoiding her eye, looking vaguely guilty. Lily glared at him. He had better be sorry. Thanks to those damn Marauders and their obsession with food fights, she had sticky pumpkin juice all over her. She made a sound of disgust as the sweet smell of pumpkins invaded her nostrils and tried to get her legs unstuck from the bench. She glanced at her watch. If she was quick, she would be able to take a shower before her first class. And after that, James Potter would pay. Lily stood up slowly, cast a triumphant look in Remus' general direction, and made her way out of the Great Hall, head held high at the Slytherins' taunting comments.