Post by jek on Aug 29, 2011 15:24:48 GMT -5
KATHERINE EMERIC COLE
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AGE/DOB: June 3, 1980
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Gryffindor
AFFILIATION: Order
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: Green with flecks of brown and gold
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: 5’6’’ | 130 lbs | Lean
FACE: Kate has a heart shaped face with high cheekbones and smooth skin. Her lips are round and constantly pursed in a state of deep thought.
STYLE: During class hours, Kate dons the traditional Hogwarts uniform. Her skirt is a grayish-black color that is crisply ironed to perfection each morning before she even puts it on. The same goes for her white button-down shirt and grey sweater. In the warmer months Kate ditches the cardigan and just wears the white shirt. Occasionally, she’ll wear a sweater vest, but she prefers the full sleeved-sweater if it is cold. The red Gryffindor tie is neatly tucked beneath her collar and sweater. The entire outfit is complete with a pair of black tights and black Mary- Jane shoes.
After hours, Kate tends to wear jeans or a skirt with colorful tights. Cardigans and cotton tees make up the majority of her closet as well as a small collection of very cute, yet conservative summer dresses. Kate is partial to simple clothing although, she will occasionally don a floral or even a laced pattern. Her fashion could be described as classic with an edge. She likes to take simple pieces and give them her own spin. As for footwear, most of her shoes are flats, particularly converse hi-tops. She does own athletic footwear for Quidditch but for the most part she’s running around in a pair of converse. Kate has at least a dozen pairs all in varying colors that she switches between depending on what she is wearing.
FEELINGS: It would seem that Kate doesn’t stop thinking. Her brain is always in motion fueled by her rampant curiosity. As of the most recent turn of events Kate’s coping just fine. At first it was incredibly disorienting and a bit scary but, with --- Cole by her side she soon felt at ease. It was really nice to have a brother to share the fear and surprise with. He always made her feel safer even if there was nothing safe about the situation at all. As for Lord Voldemort and his ilk, Kate is definitely leaning toward the order’s side. She’s not afraid to say his name (much like Hermione say “fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself”) but, that doesn’t mean she’s not afraid of the man. You’d have to be a fool not to be afraid. It’s courageous to act in spite of that fear.
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+ Her Twin Brother --- Cole
+ Books
+ Dueling
+ D.A.D.A
+ Potions
+ Transfiguration
+ Charms
+ Herbology
+ Her Parents
+ Quills & Ink
+ Fresh Parchment
+ Quidditch
+ Rain
+ Thunder Storms
+ Foreign Languages
+ Hogwarts
+ Witty Retorts
+ Sitting beneath a tree with a good book
+ Traveling
+ Candles
+ Laughter
+ Chocolate
+ Music
+ Japanese Magnolia
+ Smiling
+ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
+ Raspberries
+ Pancakes
+ Hot Chocolate
+ Painting her fingernails
LOATHES:
- Bigots
- Lying
- Dog-eared pages in books
- Highlighted quotations in books
- Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans…. “Is this really necessary? I didn’t need to know what dog vomit tasted like. Do they actually pay people to figure out what dog vomit tastes like? And do they try several species of dog vomit prior to selecting what is universally considered dog vomit flavored?”
- Divinations
- Care of Magical Creatures
- Cheaters
- Bananas
- Slutty Girls
- Sticky Sunscreen
- Predictable endings in stories
- Poorly written books
- Finding gum beneath her school desk
- Finding gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe
- Finding gum in her hair
- Finding gum other than in her mouth or in its package un-chewed.
BOGGART: Her brother dying and front of her and Kate not being able to do anything about it.
DEMENTOR: Her Uncle, whom she loved and admired, turning out to be a Death Eater.
PATRONUS: Wolf – Her brother smiling or laughing either fill her up with immense happiness.
AMORENTIA:
+ Citrus
+ Rain
+ Old Books
VERITASERUM:
+ Kate is an unregistered Animagus. She transforms into the form of a wolf at will.
+ She’s had a crush on the Weasley Twins since third year. She just has an affinity for gingers and troublemakers.
STRENGTHS:
+ Intelligence
+ Athletic
+ Compassion
+ Modesty
+ Inquisitive
+ Dependable
+ Adventurous
+ Good Problem Solver
+ Rational
+ Academics
+ Grounded
+ Observant
+ Loyal
WEAKNESSES:
- Her Twin Brother --- Cole
- Naïve
- Curious
- Selfless
- Reckless
- Adventurous
- Won’t back down from a challenge
- Her Parents
OVERVIEW:
Goals:
+ Become an Auror
+ Win the Quidditch Cup
+ Fall in love
Quiet, independent, and mousy Kate likes to keep her nose glued to the pages of a book. Studious, Kate received O’s on all of her O.W.L’s during her fifth year. Much to her surprise, but not to others, she was sorted into Gryffindor and not Ravenclaw. Born to a brave and bold pureblood family, it was clear she would follow in the footsteps of her forefathers. But don’t let her innocent exterior fool you, when her back’s up against a wall you’ll see a whole new side of reserved little Kate. She’s got a fight in her. She’s cunning, resourceful, and ambitious not to mention incredibly loyal, fierce, and courageous. No wonder she was sorted into Gryffindor; the sorting hat does know what he’s doing after all.
There are several habits that Kate has that are fairly noticeable if you pay attention. When Kate is in a state of deep concentration or nervous she bites the inside of her lip. She tucks a bit of her hair behind her ear unwittingly if she needs an extra moment to think before answering a question. And she can often be found underneath a tree or curled up in a corner with her nose just barely visible above the binding of a book. While she may be a brave Gryffindor she loves to relax with a good book out on the grounds. That being said, Kate has a bit of an adventurous streak in her. Occasionally, when a moment of pure imagination strikes her (or rather pure boredom), she fancies herself a little late night pranking. While she is in no means as experienced as the Weasley Twins, she’s tried her hand at swapping out a few door handles with some biting one and was quite successful.
At the moment Kate plays for the Gryffindor quidditch team as a Chaser. She’s loved flying since her father first placed her on a broom when she was younger and has stuck with it ever since. While her brother doesn’t always approve of her dating, Kate has had a few boyfriends in the past. She likes smart, charming boys, but also has a thing for trouble makers. She finds them funny and easy going rather than uptight and snooty. She’s pretty quite so often times she won’t make the first move unless she is comfortable around that person. As for friends, Kate has many. She’s on the Quidditch team so she’s met several close friends through that avenue. She’s in the dueling club, the book club, and is just a genuinely nice and charismatic person. Once she considers you a friend she will stick by you no matter what; she’s loyal and protective.
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FATHER: Alexander Gregory Cole , 40, Department of Mysteries, Neutral, Gryffindor
SIBLINGS: --- Cole, 16, --- , Gryffindor
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Pet Masked Owl named Artemis
WEALTH STATUS: Wealthy Pureblood Family
BIRTHPLACE: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Nottingham, England
OVERVIEW: Katherine Emeric Cole was born to Alexander and Lorelei Cole on June 3, 1980 alongside her brother --- Cole. I say alongside because, on the day of their birth they were born in such quick succession that it was unclear as to which one actually arrived first. Alexander Cole worked in the Department of Mysteries and was, unlike his co-workers, a jovial and genuinely loving man. Lorelei Cole, on the other hand, worked in the Department of International Magical Cooperation and was stern and controlling. Somehow in the course of their years at the Ministry Alexander managed to soften Lorelei up a bit and turn her into a slightly less coarse person and married her. This love naturally lead to two young children and now you are caught up a bit.
At a very young age Kate began showing signs of magical abilities. She was what most called and early bloomer. At the age of four she managed to turn an entire flock of sheep at a local farm the color purple. Her father was quite proud of his darling girl while her mother glowered and attempted to explain the situation to the farm owner with no avail. Alexander finally cut in and said it was food coloring and offered to “wash” it himself. Over the next few years several other situations occurred but, for the most part, Kate had a handle on her abilities. Her Hogwarts letter arrived just after her eleventh birthday along with her brothers.
Kate didn’t have too many worries at the sorting ceremony. She was most likely going to be sorted into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw (that’s where Mom and Dad had been placed) or on the off chance Slytherin because of her blood purity. Anyone of those three would be perfectly find by her, it was Hufflepuff that worried her. From what she could fathom, the Hufflepuffs were the ones that got pushed around a lot. At least from what Liam Holmes down the street seemed to suggest. And the last thing Kate wanted to have happen at school was to be pushed around. Luckily she came to realize over her years at Hogwarts that just about everyone gets picked on regardless of their house. So really, there was nothing to worry about. Regardless, she was sorted into Gryffindor along side her brother. She joined the dueling club, the book club, and is a chaser for the Gryffindor team.
Katherine has done exceptionally well in her courses the last five years at Hogwarts. She received high marks in her OWL’S and has started to prep for her NEWT’S. Things got a bit wonky though on Halloween during her sixth year. After a late night of chocolate eating and pumpkin juice drinking Kate awoke to find herself in 1976. She’s still paying attention to her studies but, a few more questions have begun to pop up. And what with Kate’s curious nature, she’s dead set on finding the answers. [/SIZE]
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: 3 years
SECRET WORD: Admin Edit
ANYTHING ELSE?: I am a level six laser lotus, I am going to equip myself with a sword when the zombie apocalypse occurs, and I have an obsession with ginger ale.
RP SAMPLE: Forty three. There had been no exaggeration, although Detective Athos had hoped there had been. Forty-three. The 14th smallest prime number. Forty-three. Cuarenta y tres, the name of a popular Spanish liqueur which is distilled with 43 different herbs and spices. Forty-three. The number of American Presidents (yes forty-three Grover Cleveland was 22 and 24 so technically forty-three). Forty-three the number of times nineteen-year-old Tara Leverne had been stabbed. Not ripped. Stabbed.
Olivia hovered over the folder, shoulders hunched, head cocked to the side, lips pursed, eyes focused. She’d memorized every detail; every sentence, every space, every photo was deeply locked into her mind. Although it felt like it had been burned there, ingrained for ever in the dark recesses of her memory. You don’t forget forty-three. This wasn’t a random house robbery, this was premeditated; this was passionate. Forty-three. It wasn’t a calling card. It wasn’t meant to be quick. It was anger and obsession and tenacity. To keep going at a person long after the light had left their eyes. It was savage, it was primal, it was…personal.
A girl with no family, engaged in a secret life of prostitution, shows up dead in her lover’s apartment apartment stabbed forty-three times. Her ex-boyfriend, and Victor’s college friend, is bewildered can’t believe it happened, can’t believe she’d turned to prostitution, was “uncharacteristic”. Olivia sipped at the coffee on her desk, spitting it out a moment later, it was freezing. She’d only refilled at few min— holy poop. Was that really the time? If it weren’t for cold cups of coffee or the tapping of the captain’s hand on her office door, Olivia might never know when it was time to sleep.
Sluggishly, she walked across her office, finding refuge on the leather couch on the other side. Just a few hours, she thought, then back to work. It was a good thing she’d decided to have this couch brought up from the basement. Else she’d have let her head rest on the desk and she’d wake up with pen on her face and drool covered paperwork. This was only slightly more dignified. Eyes on the ceiling she wrapped the small quilted blanket her mother had sewn for her when she was younger around her legs. She wanted nothing more than to keep working but, knew that without at least a few hours rest she’d never make it through the next day. As she drifted to sleep she couldn’t stop thinking that there was something she wasn’t getting. There was a missing piece. But, her eyes grew heavy …
You don’t forget forty-three
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Heat. That’s all this god-damned city needed more of. Olivia was used to the weathermen being wrong why, oh why; couldn’t that be the case today? Sweltering conditions, they said, heat wave, fry an egg on the sidewalk, stay indoors, they advised. But, such was not the life of a NYPD Detective, not with a killer on the loose. Although, Olivia would argue that there was always a killer on the loose but, her therapist said that was pessimistic. Olivia argued that it was realistic.
Taking a nice long, sip of her steaming hot coffee, Olivia wondered if it was hypocritical to complain about the hot weather and drink a hot coffee. She shook the thought from her mind, if there was one thing she hated more than criminals it was iced coffee. It wasn’t the temperature of the coffee, but more the expectation that you would have cream and sugar mixed in to taint the already perfect beverage. You can’t order a black iced coffee. Well you can, but, not without enduring the most irritated stares and poor service of your life.
Not to mention you lost all the body and aroma when you chilled coffee, at least in her opinion. Olivia liked rich, fragrant black coffee to start off her mornings. She needed a nice kick to wake up her senses and the café down the street from the precinct always served up the perfect brew. Grabbing her usual order, a medium black coffee and a granola and yogurt cup, Olivia headed off towards the Upper East Side. There was a crime scene she wanted to revisit and a certain Victor Griffiths that she needed a few answers from.
Flagging a cab so she wouldn’t have to walk the fifty-something blocks in her stilettos, Olivia relaxed her shoulders. She was always so tense, always tight, always expecting something to jump out at her. The ride over was more or less uneventful, a few crazies out for their morning commute, an enraged old woman shaking her cane at the taxi driver as he narrowly missed her taking a turn, and sharp sound of a hundred horns all beeping at the same time. And thus was the musical symphony of New York at nine in the morning on a Saturday.
The taxi pulled up to the curb twenty minutes later, Olivia handed over a wad of cash, muttering a keep the rest, and hustled into the apartment complex. Nodding to the doorman, who seemed to remember her from the other day, she slid into the nearest elevator and hailed it up to Mr. Griffith’s floor. Usually, Olivia made it a habit to call her prospective interviewees prior to arriving on their front door, but in some cases it was better to have the element of surprise. Olivia didn’t know what she expected to learn from this encounter but, she was hoping it might shed some light on recent events.
The elevator doors opened and she found the door that matched the addressed she had grabbed off the computer records that morning. Her heels made a satisfying clicking noise as she came to halt in front of it. Smoothing out the front of her blouse, Detective Athos steadied her hand at her waist, ready to show off her badge with a light pull at her jacket, and took a long, deep breath. Three sharp knocks on the door soon followed. All she had to do now was wait. [/SIZE]
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