Post by blythe on Apr 23, 2011 23:26:41 GMT -5
BLYTHE ABIGAIL LOGAN
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play the role with the good girl heart
hide the tangled webs within
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
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AGE/DOB: Sixteen - 02.21.1960
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
AFFILIATION: Order
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: Hazel in color, large in size, Blythe's eyes are generally surrounded in dark colors from eyeliner or mascara. Her eyes have flecks of green, and an inner circle of brown around the cornea.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: Blythe stands at a low five feet, three inches. Her petite stature often creates difficulties like grabbing books from the top shelves, or the fact that hardly any pants fit her correctly. But there is one thing that was good that came from her petite frame. Her small body is paired only with small bones, and the ability to weight mostly nothing.. If nothing weighed about one hundred twelve pounds. Blythe, while she doesn't weight a horrible weight, will often talk down about the parts of her body that she despises, like the fact her breasts are only sized as a 36A, or the fact that her legs are thick and it makes her look 'disproportional'.
FACE: Her face is pale and slim, much like the rest of her skin. Very light freckles can be seen spotting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Speaking of her nose, Blythe hates it. She finds it far too large for her personal taste. Her eyebrows are shaped, arched ever-so-slightly to accent the bones in her face.
STYLE: Blythe sticks to things that she knows well. Dresses, tights, and sneakers. She isn't a very over-the-top dresser, and she generally tries to stray away from trends in hope that she won't come off as too much of a helpless, unguided teen. Her fashion sense is lacking but quite a bit, which is why she'll often wear clashing colors without noticing that she would blind those she walked by.
FEELINGS: Blythe really could care less if people found her pretty. She just doesn't want to be the ugly girl of the school. She has issues with finding herself any bit attractive, and will occasionally break herself down by saying things that make her feel lower than the rest of the girls. But, Blythe is a strong person. She strives to be herself, and even though there are times where she'll just want to throw on a hoodie and some sweats, she still tries to impress people with her unimpressive self.
PLAYED BY: Susan Coffey[/SIZE]
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Talking walks through the grass
Sleeping under stars
The sound of rain
The Beatles
Holding hands
Crushing on boys who don't even know her name/Bad boys
Gossip
Reminiscing
Mocking others
Drawing on her arms
LOATHES:
Death Eaters
Those who can't keep their mouths shut
People who offend others on purpose
People who never break rules
Prude people
Being ignorant
Getting caught when acting up
The fact that she is the odd one out in her family
Fish
Pranks
BOGGART: Being a disappointment to those who believe in her
DEMENTOR: Being taken from her parents by her aunt and uncle during an attack by Death Eaters.
PATRONUS: Hawk -- The day with her parents when they had gone out to the country by car, just driving around, rocking out to The Beatles, when she told them of her plan to join the Order to protect those who needed it.
AMORENTIA:
Spring air
Raspberry
Freshly baked bread
VERITASERUM:
She isn't afraid of dying
Blythe hates most girls she meets
STRENGTHS:
Being the quiet, unnoticed girl in the corner of the room, then blowing up and threatening others
Pretending to ignore people she doesn't like
She is a very emotionally strong and stable person
WEAKNESSES:
Blythe can often pick fights that she can't win
She will speak up to those who talk down to her, so she often lets her anger run.. and sometimes she'll act in blind furry
She can be very gullible and doesn't often understand when people are joking
OVERVIEW:
Blythe isn't what you would call a "good girl." She is one of the trouble makers of her year, and definitely enjoys testing the tempers of her teachers and peers. She is ill-tempered, and enjoys to fight with others to see who is right. She can be an extremely angry person, but that isn't to say that she only has that as an emotion. Blythe can be a sweet girl, flash smiles, or shed tears. She was be swept off her feet by a pretty face, or she can threaten to put a hex on an annoying first year.
She protects those she cares for, and those who can't take care of themselves. She's very confident in her abilities to cast spells, and sometimes can appear cocky or arrogant. Blythe has a growing twitch to avenge her parents, even thought she knows revenge is only a momentary satisfaction. But even if it is shallow, she wants to show the Death Eaters what they caused her and her own family. That being said, she acts by what she feels. This means that she will often speak her mind, regardless of what comes out of her mouth.
When she isn't scheming to herself or fighting, Blythe is a quiet girl. She will sit by herself by a lake, remembering the good times she had with her parents while they were there. Being halfblood, to her, is a double sided blade. While she adores her mother's bravery and belief that love prevails all, she also finds it uncomfortable being the only "different" one in her adoptive family. Blythe, like her mother, believes in the idea that muggles and magical folk should be able to love one another without the blood factors. If Blythe were to fall in love, she wouldn't mind their blood status, even if they were part.. whatever.
Blythe is pretty good at hiding what is on her mind. While not officially trained in Occlumency, she finds it a much desirable subject, and will often find herself lost within books that she "found" lying outside of the restricted sections. The only thing that tops it, though, is Legilimency. Blythe finds the mind a mystical thing, and plans to teach herself as much as she can of both before she graduates from Hogwarts.[/SIZE]
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FATHER: Harper Reed Randle - Fourty-three (deceased) - Lawyer - Muggle
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES:
Ashton Logan - Uncle
Faye Lortimer-Logan - Aunt
Alice --- Logan - Female - Cousin - Gryffindor
--- --- Logan - Male - Cousin - Ravenclaw
WEALTH STATUS: They aren't necessarily rich, but they sit pretty close to the high end of society.
BIRTHPLACE: Rayleigh, United Kingdom
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Enfield, Greater London
OVERVIEW:
Pre-Birth: When Blythe was born, her mother wasn't too terribly afraid she would be born a Squib. Even if she had been, her mother, Susan, wouldn't have cared. She didn't believe in the crazy trends that her own parents tried to shove down her throat. Coming from a very strict, pureblooded family, Susan had been raised, expected to marry at least a halfblood. However, it hadn't come to be that way. Susan fell in love with the unsuspecting Harper Reed Randle, a muggle from London who worked as a lawyer. When he stumbled into her life on one fall evening at a pub, Susan was instantly impressed. Either it was his inability to form two sentences in front of her without stuttering, or his smile -- Blythe never got the straight answer from her parents -- but it didn't take long for her to be charmed. They hung out, went on a few dates here and there, but when it came to meeting the family, Susan knew it wouldn't go down well. So what did they do? Run away and elope. Fortunately, Susan had an easy, clean conversation when she discussed how she was able to sweep the house while using both hands to cook. Being a muggle, it wasn't something Harper was used to, but.. Well, he got used to it. And then, six months after eloping, Blythe was known to be on her way.
Birth: Blythe was born in the spring of the next year, a loud and needy child of a young couple who still hadn't fully confronted their parents. For the first few months, Blythe was a secret from her mother's side of the family.. But eventually she was discovered. Needless to say, Susan's parents were upset that she hadn't told them about Harper.. Even more so the fact that they were unaware of the fact that they had a grandchild. The fact that Harper was a muggle was now out of their minds. It didn't matter, now, as the deed was done and now there was a joyful gift, screaming her head off at the strangers that were poking her cheeks, rubbing and kissing her head.
Childhood: Blythe grew up in Rayleigh, a town where the buildings were too close together, and the streets were hardly ever filled. As she grew, she became more and more aware that while her mother could make things float around the house, her father couldn't. Her education in magic was a slow one, as neither her mother, nor her father had many intentions on teaching their daughter the difference in people. They wanted her to grow up, unbiased, allowed to form her own opinions. Eventually it got to the point, though, where they had to discuss it, as Blythe was "telling impossible stories about how her mother lifted the bed up without using her hands" at school.
Awkward Pre-Teen: When Blythe turned ten, she still had yet to show any magical capabilities. When she wanted something, she independently got it herself. While her grandparents were disappointed, they were getting used to the idea that she just didn't have the "magic genes", and while they would often try to blame her father, they knew it was possible, even with the purest of blood. So it came as a relief when Blythe had finally caused abnormal happenings. Her first experience was a simple one. Being short, even for her age, Blythe often couldn't reach things. She ran over, got the step-stool, but was still a bit too short to reach the item her mother was teasing her with. Frustrated and eager to get it, Blythe just glared up at it. She desired that crayon like non-other, and somehow, the next thing she knew, she had it pulled from her mother's fragile grasp, and it was floating down for her. Her mother and father were pleased, but the rest of her family was ecstatic. And the next thing they all knew, it was her eleventh birthday, and Blythe was gifted with a letter from Hogwarts school, expected to start next term.
Awkward Teen: Blythe grew into a very achieved and well mannered witch. She kept her use only in school, and even then she kept it to a minimum. She didn't believe in using it for simple things, especially since she could easily just get up and get a quill from the table. As she got older, though, she did start getting into.. other trouble. Blythe started to test the limits to rules, trying to bend them to her preferences. While she didn't often get in trouble, she did manage to get herself landed in detention a couple times in her third year by trying to break curfew.
Boys were starting to be more.. interesting to her, as well as with all the other girls, and Blythe took careful precautions while crushing on someone... And those generally meant that she wouldn't talk to them. Having not had her first crush until she was fourteen, Blythe didn't have the opportunity to live through her awkward stages of life. So she started noticing that her hair wasn't brushed, that the dark circles under her eyes were a bit too dark, and that she was biting her nails. A lot.
The Attack: Blythe remembers the day well. It was during summer break of her fourth year. She was out with her parents and her aunt and uncle with their two children. Young and unaware Blythe wasn't concerned with the recent attacks from Death Eaters, her parents tried their hardest to shield her from that news, especially since their daughter had already claimed her interest in joining the Order to protect others. They knew she'd jump into action, unaware of the risks of being an inexperienced witch up against those who were relentless. But unfortunately, it was the wrong place, wrong time, and wrong day to be roaming the streets of London. It was around noon, they had just stopped to watch the water of the river run under the bridge.. And then came the screams. Flashes of charms, spells and curses flew, and the next thing she knew was that her aunt had her around the waist, pulling her back as they apperated. For the next three weeks, Blythe sat on her aunt and uncle's porch, her knees pulled to her chest, waiting for the return of her mother and father. But her parents didn't come back for her. She never left the house in Enfeild. She never returned to her old house. Too many bad memories. Too many bad feelings.
Now: Blythe has grown both emotionally and in skill since the attack in London. Now being in her sixth term at Hogwarts, she has joined in the order against Voldemort, against the wishes of her aunt and uncle who have adopted her, legally. She is quiet, incautious, and more relentless than her parents ever would have wanted to see her. She holds resentment in her heart, anger deep within her being that is waiting to tear Death Eaters piece by piece. While she looks sweet, unguarded, Blythe is really a ticking time bomb. If giving the chance to go into battle, she won't think twice, because she's got magic in her blood, a wand in her hand, and a painful memory in the back of her mind.[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Four/five years, give or take
SECRET WORD: admin edit!
ANYTHING ELSE?: No ma'am/sir :P
RP SAMPLE:
How long had it been since Kaname had picked up a real book? Four months, maybe longer? It seemed to be such a trivial question, but it amused the blonde enough to keep him interested in the topic of reading. He had been alone with only his thoughts for far too long. However, upon looking at the small stacks of books that lined a small section of wall in his apartment, Kaname made note that he didn't have any books that would pull him from reality. Sure, they had pictures, but university text books over human anatomy was not what he was interested in looking at. Seeing the scientifically nude pictures of illustrations only amused children in high school.. He would remember, seeing as he was one of the immature children to giggle at them during their lessons from his junior year in his public high school. Kaname could still remember the days when he'd walk into class, and some of the other students would be in the corner, looking at the illustrated pictures of breasts, smirking ear to ear, their tails swishing behind them. Oh the days of innocence, back when everyone had their tails and the music that was playing in the background from the radio wasn't always screaming about having sex on Saturday night.
Kaname remembered how it was to have his ears and tail... Oh the days of university. They were now long in the past, and that was probably for the best. The first breath of freedom was a bad situation for Kaname. He didn't go to class as often as he should have, and he was quite the party animal. Not that he didn't enjoy the one-night -stands and the beer, oh no, he loved them. Being an adult was great. But there was something about his new life that he couldn't give up, even if he had the change to go back.
Everything about the academy.. The units, the spell battles. It was like a whole new world when he first entered it.. But even now, when things were going down hill between Septimal Moon and Hopeless Curse... He still wouldn't go back. While it was a pain in the ass sometimes, it all seemed worth it to stay in that world when it really came down to it. And so he stayed. Since leaving university, Kaname has been bombarded with things he never even thought possible, and yet they were.
Had Kaname been a deep-thinking person, he might have stayed upon these thoughts. Instead, he was torn away by the radio playing softly in the background. And though he couldn't remember the name of the song, the young blonde adult remembered the tune of it. Humming along softly, tapping his foot to the beat, it only made Kaname feel more and more peaceful.. If that was possible. And so, Kaname grabbed a textbook from the small stack, and leaned against the small couch that stood in the middle of his apartment. And as he opened the book to a random page he wondered if 'The Philosophy of Human Relations' was any less boring than it was the last time he opened it.. Which he couldn't even remember ever doing. Alas, after skimming through the first three pages, Kaname quickly lost all interest in reading.
Pulling his cellphone out quickly, he began to tap at the keys. First opening his inbox, then hitting the 'Compose' button, Kaname began furiously smashing the buttons down, watching as the characters appeared on the screen.
'Arata, I'm bored (;0;)
Do you have time to come hang out?'
And if Kaname had any sense of maturity in his soul, he would have edited his message to sound less of a lost puppy. But.. He didn't. So after reviewing the simple text two times over, he hit the 'send' key and smiled as the small animation gave him the message that his message was went. He then pulled his legs from under himself, flipping his back onto the couch, his arm holding the phone up, waiting for a reply back.[/SIZE]
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