beaterbarbie @ 2009-04-11T16:15:00

2009-04-11T21:17:40Z

OOC INFO

Name: Anna

Age: 18

Aim/E-mail: ophelia.swims@gmail.com

Experience: Several years roleplaying experience all the way back to the ancient and terrible days of YahooIM and up to message boards and to livejournal as well as a few private roleplays with friends over skype and such. I haven't roleplayed in this style in upwards of a year, though, so I don't really have any examples to link to.

How did you hear about us? The HP RPG List on LJ

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Megan Isolde Rosier

Birthday/Age: March 15 / 15 years old

House/Year: Slytherin / 5th year

Classes: Astronomy, Arithmancy, Charms, DADA, Potions, History of Magic

History: The Rosier family had been Pureblooded on paper since the records ran out, although when Cassius Rosier and Emilia Durer were married, the new wizarding couple was fully aware that any children they might produce would only retain half the esteem of the original line in the eyes of Cassius' austere and hypocritical parents and grandparents. Financially, the extended Rosier line delivered them comfortably into their new life, so long as the newest member by marriage agreed to enter into the lie of their "pure" heritage, muddled since the social and conventional revolutions of the 19th century, that had been hushed up in the close family circle since any one of its living members could remember. Cassius had many dead relatives who had been Death Eaters, including his own grandfather, as well as distant relatives still active in the community of pureblood supremacy, while the rest of his family either remained either blissfully and pompously unaware of their muddied lineage or deluded themselves and others with high-minded prejudices and hatred, forcing any relative dissenters into silence and affiliating themselves quietly with the aforementioned community. Ever quiet and compliant due to his stern upbringing, Cassius participated in the "big lie" for fear of disownment, which might have left the poor metal-charmer and his wife high and dry with a baby along the way within their first year of marriage. Though Cassius had fallen far short of his parents' lofty expectations in both conviction of their twisted belief and in affluence, his family still served as an inescapable financial lifeline, bolstered by his lack of courage to deviate, while his wife Emilia appeared to his family as the only redeeming factor of his adult life. Though Emilia was indeed outgoing and charming enough, with a less affluent but officially pureblood lineage, to win the approval of Cassius' relatives, her skill for deception allowed her to hide her equally contrary and surprisingly tolerant beliefs.

Such was the family into which Megan Isolde Rosier was born on the ides of March. Fortunately, as the littlest Rosier child grew into her magical heritage, she thrived without much of the influence of her extended family, who visited the new family only when necessary though only to see her once every few months - just enough to expose her to their prejudices while leaving her parents to counteract them throughout the entirety of her raising. The little girl's mother, a former teacher, homeschooled her in magical and a bit of muggle curriculum. Though each of her parents gradually showed her aspects of both the muggle and wizarding world under the belief that one could not exist without the other and therefore her education was uncomplete without the knowledge of both, Megan was still made to put on a show of ignorance when their extended relatives visited. As she matured, Megan grew to resent the entire attitude of her family, though she understood and sympathized with her parents' position. She would spend her days with her father in his workshop, or reading with her mother, developing an innate sense of self and love of knowledge with their combined influences. From her mother she took her bluntness and expressiveness, from her father she took her sensibility and talent for reasoning.

When Megan received her letter from Hogwarts during the summer of her eleventh year, all three in the close-knit little family breathed a sigh of relief before they allowed themselves any celebrations. Megan, more than anything, was excited to be launched into the world at large, a fact which she came to appreciate more and more as she grew older. She was sorted into Slytherin, though rumors about her blood status that circulated throughout the house alienated her from many of the other Slytherins after she let slip her objection to an older housemate's jeering at another muggleborn student in her year. At school, she found an outlet for her frustrations in the expression of her passions in both academics and in Quidditch, where she became a beater despite her petite form. With the onset of her third and fourth years, she was able to take on new electives that catered to her interests and brought to light all the opportunities available to her in the coming years, bolstering her confidence and resolve in her beliefs. When the braces came off and the OWLs were approaching in her fifth year, she began truly flourishing and coming into her own in spite of the teasing and pettiness that often followed her in her former years. True, it was sure that it wouldn't disappear, but as she transformed into a young adult, the teasing turned to gossip and the pettiness evolved into drama, and she was readier than ever before to counteract it.

Personality: Megan Rosier likes to think of herself as a realist. She recognizes the towering ambiguties of life in order to work around them and use them to her advantage rather than brood about and romanticise them. She grimaces at the delusions of grandeur produces by the "blood cult" of pureblood supremacists. As a result of her extended family's long established web of discrepancies and deceits as well as the pressure placed upon her by her house, she hates lying and being lied to, and consequentially has a very forward personality. Honesty serves almost as a way to spite her lineage and the stress it causes her, to counteract her family's "big lie" in some way. However, this natural reactionary truthfulness often gets her into trouble with others, notably other Slytherins.

Certainly Megan is clever. Her ambition stems from her love of knowledge which she's always seeking to evolve and improve. Her cunning lies in academics and logical, deductive reasoning that allows her to be decisive without being rash. However, partly due to this, Megan is definitely an elitist - at least as far as changeable characteristics are concerned. Megan doesn't have much patience for stupidity or, ironically, for ignorance. She disdains equally those in other houses who would treat her as a Slytherin rather than another person and those in her own house who would look down on her for her blood status or her outlying friendships. Ready to realize faults and advantages, she detests overindulgence and pedastal-placing. "Nice" is a very relative word, depending on who you're talking to more than any other word up for debate to describe her.
Megan believes in reciprocity above most all else. Trust for trust, loyalty for loyalty. In favor of her own interests, she isn't particularly confrontational or willing to cross others without circumstance. She's a reactionary, reveling in her love of logic and the solace it provides her. This aspect of her personality accounts for her passion in Arithmancy and the more mathematical magics, where everything is clear-cut and there are no towering ambiguities like those of life that she forces herself to recognize. Megan doesn't believe in the benefit of the doubt, she believes in educated guesses that lead to educated conclusions.

Megan's body reflects her personal beliefs and characteristics, resonating in accord from her expressive face and gestures to her wide smile and easy blush. Though she's never overemotional or spastic, she finds that she's only able to truly hide her emotions in the face of her family members after years upon years of practice out of a degree of necessity. Her usual expression and demeanor is straightfaced and calm, springing to animation when in conversation. Though she is forward, she isn't overly outgoing enough to be obnoxious. Her reactionary nature simply dictates that she engage shy or reticent people rather than coax them, though she won't be found excessively beaming and bursting with volume when she does it. If people of that sort are the sun, Megan is the moon: bright and clear in the darkness, unafraid to turn her back to the shadow as she is to present her face, reflective rather than pervading the sky with every ray.

Major Details:
- Megan is possibly the smallest beater the Hogwarts Quidditch team has ever had. She wields the club with a degree of accuracy and hand-eye coordination that contradicts her diminutive appearance. Before she tried out for the position, the team captain tried to convince her to become a chaser instead, until her audition. Needless to say, it's a bit unsettling seeing a petite girl of a towering entirety of 5 feet and 3 inches flit across the quidditch field to swing at incoming bludgers.

- Occasionally people call her 'Meg', but the more popular nickname invented for Megan (sometimes as an insult, sometimes as an endearment) is 'Barbie' thanks to what she refers to as her "cliche genetic composition".

- She adores reading, but almost exclusively nonfiction. It is extremely rare that she picks up a work of fiction that isn't at the very least based solidly in fact or history of some kind. On the rare occasion that she does, she has a habit of judging it solely on the quality of its extension of disbelief and skill in reconciling the realistic and the unrealistic. For this same reason, she is extremely picky about her tastes in the fine arts and has trouble appreciating, for example, a work of art without dissecting it based on the elements of its creation. People call her unromantic, but she likes to think that true beauty is in the mathematics, the creation, the proccess, as opposed to the product.

- She has a slight obsession with Russian history, both magical and muggle.

- Megan's favorite sound is that of clocks ticking.

- She has an old uncooperative owl named Hera and a little white runt of a cat named Rat.

- When thinking or working, she likes to wrap a lock of hair around a finger to brush it back and forth against her lower lip.

- Her favorite class is Arithmancy and she aspires to become a curse-breaker.

- Her wand is Olive and Ashwinder Ash, 10 inches.

PB: Zoe Kimball (site model)

WRITING SAMPLE
Sitting, or rather slumping Indian-style on her bed in the girls’ dormitory, a fair-haired girl could be seen – or rather, heard, sneezing into a Potions textbook for the hundredth time since she’d settled herself and laid out all of her homework, which was now being pawed upon purposefully by an white, slinkish creature that kept swishing its tail at her. Megan lifted a leg from under the covers to push the cat gently off of her work and onto the floor. Dinner would be over soon and with it would go the last semblance of quiet in the Slytherin dorm until the next block. “Not now Rat, I-ah-” girlish sneeze, “-I have to finish this before I get ever sicker and just kill over.”

Megan's face fell as the bothersome little thing hopped up onto the foot of the bed once more, and casually trod over to the girl. “Look into the face of evil,” she told herself, making a ridiculous face at the cat as she reached surreptitiously toward her wand on the pillow beside her, her slender fingers inching, inching. With one quick flourish, she snatched it up and, with a snap and a bright green little flash at the end of it, scared the defiant little creature off with a simple luminous charm. Rat darted off of the bed and behind a pillar just as the sound of sudden footsteps interrupted their battle. Megan jolted slightly as a voice suddenly cut through the thick silence of the otherwise empty dormitory, hitting her head gracelessly on one of the bed’s posters, and promptly launching forth in another high-pitched sneeze. The girl raised her head with a defeated expression as the cat crept out from behind the pillar to circle the newcomer’s legs, purring loudly.

"Geez, do you have to come stalking in like that?" Her wincing eyes traveled up to search for a face, whether unfamiliar or familiar. Who was skipping out on dinner that wasn't congested up to their brains?

Beater Barbie™

beaterbarbie @ 2009-04-11T16:15:00