Post by marina on Jul 9, 2011 11:32:57 GMT -5
ANGELINE CAROLYN STONER
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The record shows, I took the blows, and did it my way
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AGE/DOB: Sixteen/November 18
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
AFFILIATION: NEUTRAL
SEXUALITY: "I appreciate beauty regaurdless of genitals."[/SIZE]
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Angeline was a bit vain, but in her mind, rightfully so. She had learned from a young age she wasn't ugly. All she had to do was pout her full lips or bat her blue eyes and ta-da she got what she wanted. As she aged, her cuteness factor dwindled a bit, but she still tried. Nowadays her eyes were a bit intense, and very expressive, sometimes making it difficult to lie. Also, she had gained about a million freckles through her lifetime, which were one of the few things that drove her nuts about her appearance. This, and the small scar above her eyebrow where she had been attacked by a dog at the age of three. It was barely noticeable now, but it still bothered her for some reason.
She walked with confidence, her back straight and her head held high. But it was a different matter when she was sitting, especially in class. She was always slouched over, sometimes even with her head on the table. But generally she only slouched in extreme cases of boredom. Scout was proud of her height, and often wore high heels to become even taller. It made her feel intimidating.
It was a wonder how she stayed so skinny though. She even had a bit of muscle. As for her weight, she liked to roller skate as often as possible and even run occasionally. But mainly she was simply gifted with an amazing metabolism. She ate horribly, so she really treasured it, especially because she assumed she would just blow up when she hit twenty-fivish, like her mother did. The muscle she gained was mostly from summers at her aunt's pool. It was the only place she was okay with swimming. No fish or dirtyness and no one around to watch her.
Her hair was bright red and very long. She postively adored long hair, but it was such a chore to constantly take care of it. Her mother always complained that she needed to cut her hair if she wasn't going to care for it, but Angie ignored her. She did brush it, but sometimes laziness would get the best of her and she would throw it into a ponytail or a messy bun in the morning and not touch it the rest of the day.
One thing that often brought people's eyes to her was the way she dressed. She had absolutely no concept of what matched and what didn't. Half the time she dressed in all black and white in order to remedy this, but other times she said to hell with it. Her typical attire was a simple button-up shirt and skirt, along with the occasional dress, because she found pants too restricting, but these things just came in so many wonderful colors. Sometimes you could see her with things like polka dot skirts and rainbow socks, along with her typical high heels. She loved bright colors.
Another thing she was rarely seen without was her little brown bag, always slung around her shoulder. She always kept an odd assortment of things in there, ranging from lipstick to chocolate to socks.
PLAYED BY: Cintia Dicker[/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
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LOATHES: children. fish. liars. people who talk too slowly. the dark. the cold. studying. being ignored. sports. people who are too nice. cats. people who can't think for themselves.
BOGGART: "Fish. They're so disgusting. And they make me think of water. Which makes me think of drowning."
DEMENTOR: "Oh, god, my worst memory is moving to London. Cornwall was a perfectly fine home. All my friends were there. My best friends. Then all of the sudden we pick up and move in with my aunt and uncle, who I hate with a passion."
PATRONUS: "My best memory is probably my first day at Hogwarts. It was so overwhelming. But in a good way. Sometimes it's hard for me to produce one of these because y'know, I'm not the greatest at focusing. But when I do, it's a puppy. Mum says it's because of my 'childlike curiousity and loyalty' but I think it's just because I'm so damn adorable."
AMORENTIA: Patchouli, smoke, leather, roses
VERITASERUM: She's slightly more attracted to girls than she is guys, although she pretends it's the other way around.
She's afraid of the dark.
Even though she acts like she doesn't care about anyone, she has moments where she wishes she had more close friends.
STRENGTHS: intelligent. resourceful. nice when she wants to be. confident. good sense of humor.
WEAKNESSES: hot-headed. controlling. easily bribed with things like candy. cocky. manipulative. possessive.
OVERVIEW:
"So, who are you exactly?"
"I'm Angeline Carolyn Stoner, and I'm a sixth year Ravenclaw."
"Do you like school?"[/b]
Angeline emitted a short, loud laugh. "Do I like school? No. No one likes school. Okay, maybe some of my housemates, but I think they're a little off, so that doesn't count. I mean, I guess it's alright, I just prefer my own, eh, personal studies, you could say. There's a lot more to be learned from the real world."
"Do you get along with most of your classmates?"[/b]
She smirked. "Ehh, not so much. I think I'm a bit too much for a lot of them to handle. Especially the girls. Jesus Christ, how I can't stand girls. Their falsely sweet dramatic feminine bullshit makes me want to squish them." Her nose wrinkled from distaste at the thought of it. "The last thing I need is my classmate's approval. They're a bunch of imbeciles. Well, not all of them. There's a few I don't mind at all who've adapted to my antics."
"So, I'm assuming you don't have a boyfriend?"[/b]
Her eyebrows raised and she eyed the interview suspiciously. "No," she said finally. "I'm picky about people, especially girlfriends and boyfriends and all that. Little things bother me about their habits or their face and it gets to me after a while. And not a lot of people can put up with me. I'll admit, I'm controlling. And don't always think before I do things. And I'm possessive. If I see someone flirting with what's mine, I'll smash their face in. It's unbelievably immature, and I recognize that, but they need to learn their place. Perhaps I should learn some type of anger management, but they need to learn sooner or later."
"I'm guessing you've got anger issues?"[/b]<br>
She shrugged. "Yeah. I guess. Normally, I'm a nice person. Okay, well, not completely. Sometimes I blurt out my thoughts or I'm too loud or I'm too sarcastic and people get offended but blah blah blah whatever. The point is that for the most part I try to be pretty nice to people. I try to keep my cool, give everyone a chance. But some people just push my limits, y'know? And once it gets to that point it's like BAM. It's over. Self control goes out the window."
"Are you more tolerant of your friends?"[/b]
"I try to be. But like I said, I don't have a lot of close friends. A lot of people I don't mind and I talk to and laugh with and all that shit, but I don't care about them. They don't even know me. I'd throw them out a window for a candy bar. Hell, I'd throw them out a window for my own entertainment. But with my actual friends it's totally different. I don't really trust people, but I trust them a lot more, and I'd never tell their secrets. I love them. If anyone messes with them, there is going to be a huge problem."
"Let's move on. What do you like to do in your spare time?"[/b]
"I read a lot, and write too. Short stories, poetry, stuff like that. And I looove music. Anything from the Beatles to the Sex Pistols. I'll sing along whenever I hear a song I know, I don't care where I'm at. People think I'm embarrassing, but who cares? I'm having fun. Anyways, this is going to sound weird, but I like to rollerskate. It's awesome. You know what else entertains me more that it should? Just sitting and watching people. Observing. I hate people, but they're undeniably interesting. Most of them are a bit too easy to figure out for my taste though. I get bored with them easily. Anyways. I love burning incense, and I love wearing high heels. They make me so much taller!"
"What are some things you don't like?"
"Fish. They're disgusting. I hate swimming in lakes and rivers because of them. I don't like swimming in general, but they make it worse. Water is scary. So is the dark. But don't fucking tell anyone I said that, okay? I just hate walking around alone and stuff, especially in the dark. Anyhooww. I also don't like liars. That pisses me off soo much when people lie. And when people ignore me it's pretty irritating."
"Anything else you'd like to add?"[/b]
She tapped her finger against her chin, pursing her lips in thought before saying simply, "Nope."
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[/color][/font]NOT EVERYONE INHERITED ENOUGH MONEY TO
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FATHER: Sid Stoner, 45, "Oh, who the hell knows what's going on with him anymore."
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: She has a little brown rat who she tries to take everywhere with her. His name is Cuddles, although he isn't very cuddly. In fact, he typically bites anyone who isn't Angeline. Also, she lives with her Aunt Polly and Uncle Max.
WEALTH STATUS: "My mum and I used to be kinda poor I guess, but since we moved in with my aunt and uncle, we've been reeeal good."
BIRTHPLACE: Cornwall
CURRENT RESIDENCE: London
OVERVIEW:
It had been a horrible mistake, but Sophie was ready to live with the consequences. Her boyfriend, Sid, on the other hand, was not. However, he didn't have much of a choice. Sophie's parents kicked her out, so she was forced to move in with Sid to raise their child. It wasn't the most fantastic place. In fact, it was a disgusting apartment in what could only be referred to as slums.
It was impossible for Sophie to ever go back to her parents though. She came from a pureblood family who couldn't possibly be shamed by their youngest girl breeding with a muggle. Not only was he a muggle, but he was a poor, dirty one. Many things brought Sophie to the realization that she was just as ashamed of her snobby family as they were of her. So she did her best to be happy with her situation and never let Sid know where she had come from. Although, as their dear child Angeline grew older, a new concern ate at Sophie.
What if Angeline was a witch? What would Sid say? It was then she knew she had to come clean. After that moment, Sid and Sophie just didn't seem to get along the same way. It started with minor disagreements and eventually grew to raging fights. However, Sophie always took comfort in telling Angeline stories of wizards and witches. The little girl appreciated them much more than Sid, and soon Angeline began to hope she was just like her mother.
When Angeline got her Hogwarts letter, she felt as if she would explode with happiness. Sid saw it differently. He saw it as the last straw. And so he left. Angeline was beyond devastated. She suddenly felt horrible about Hogwarts. But her mother sat with her and assured her everything would be fine as often as possible, always telling her it was Sid who had problems, not them.
It didn't take long for Angeline to fall into the wrong crowd. It was practically unavoidable considering where they were living. By the time she was thirteen, whenever she wasn't at Hogwarts, she was running around with people who Sophie was sure were drug dealers and perhaps even prostitutes. There was one thing Sophie knew for sure. They had to get out of there. Due to her lack of money, there weren't many places to go, so she turned to her only option.
After begging and pleading and apologizing to her sister, Polly, she allowed them to move into her home in Liverpool with her husband Max. Angeline wasn't thrilled, but she knew what was best. She understood what she did when she wasn't at Hogwarts was wrong, and she guessed it was just time for a change. With the constant drama and trauma of her old crowd, she had grown paranoid and cynical.
Sophie nor Angel enjoyed Polly and Max's company, but were eternally greatful for the place to stay. It was mainly Angeline who suffered though, with Polly's constant bickering and strict rules. Her aunt hated her scruffy appearance and unrestrained behavior, but the woman's annoyance only amused Angie.
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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AGE: Fifteen and a half:D
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Three or fourish years
SECRET WORD: Dumbledore's Magical Toots
ANYTHING ELSE?: Hello!
RP SAMPLE:
Scout sat in the library with her nose buried in a book. Although every time someone passed, she suspicious glanced over her shoulder at them. Why was the young Ravenclaw so paranoid today? Well, it was simple. She had taken one of her cheesey romance novels and hid it within the cover of a Potions book. No way anyone would find out about her reading this shit, no matter how entertaining it could be. So much for not caring what people think.
It was one of her guilty pleasures, reading horrible books. Partially just because they made her feel better about her own writing. Reading was such a wonderful experience for her. She let her surroundings melt away and thought of only the characters and what they were going to do next, not her own troubles. It was a nice little escape.
Plus, the glorious smell of a new book. And the way each page felt as she turned it over, her eyes eagerly scanning the page. She preferred reading in a more private place, but the common room had been flooded with talkative third years. And so she made her way to the library.
Now she sat, holding her book in one hand and repeatedly pushing back a stubborn piece of hair with the other. Sometimes she just wanted to shave her head. No one would talk to her then. Everyone would just be like "oh, that's Scout. She went crazy and shaved her head. No one talks to her anymore." and then she would be left alone in peace. She would even growl at passing students if necessary.
It was a somewhat tempting idea. But she had too long to go in this school to be avoided by everyone. Having some friends was always good. Maybe she would wait until the last half of her seventh year, when she would probably want to kill everyone anyway. No, no. Her hair was too pretty to cut off. She needed to stop thinking of horrible things and just read. And so she did.
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