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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 4:07 pm

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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 4:37 pm

((There, I cleaned up the application from the other rp to my liking but feel free to modify it further and include however much or little information you want. -Jeni))

Name: Amber Emerson
Age: 15
Birthday: December 20
House and Year: 5th year
Blood: Mixed

Appearance:

Amber is a small girl, slender and short for her age that, when paired with the wide, light brown eyes made even larger by the round glasses she wears and the mop of brown hair which refuses to stay flat against her head (or even poof in an attractive manor,) gives her an appearance of being much younger than her 15 years.

At fourteen, Amber began to wonder when, and if, she would ever get boobs and thus began asking some of her bustier classmates when they got theirs. However, as no one seemed to respond well to the questions, answers ranging from embarrassed to awkward to outright angry, she quit asking shortly thereafter.

Personality:

Amber is a pleasant, sociable and inquisitive girl in that people interest her nearly as much as the world around her and even though she has yet to form her own opinions on most things, she loves to listen to those of others. She never hesitates to ask a question, in fact, the asking is second nature to her even when it gets her in trouble. She is not completely without tact, though it isn’t the first thing that occurs to her and she has become used to the sometimes awkward silences that tell her when she’s absently asked something she shouldn’t.

She also seems oblivious to what people think of her, both the positive and the negative, and, when not following a classmate or teacher around asking endless questions, can be found with her nose in a book.

Family:

Father – Edward William Emerson III
Mother (deceased) – Julia Emerson

History:

When she was young, she had once asked her mother where her name came from. It wasn’t an odd name but it was unusual enough that she didn’t have to share. A fact she had always been rather proud of.

“Because that was the color of your eyes when you were born,” her mother answered, pulling Amber into her lap and tapping her on her small nose. “Warm, rich, clear, beautiful Amber. They were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen and even though there darker now, they’re still the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” Her mother always gave the best answers to her questions.

And Amber did have questions. The world was huge and from the time she could talk she wanted to know absolutely everything about it. Nothing escaped her interest and it was something that delighted and sometimes frustrated both her teachers and her father. But never her mother and it was always to her delicate, pale beauty of a mother that she went when she eventually asked a question that one of the others couldn’t answer and she was shooed off or told to be quiet.

As the years passed and her mother’s health failed, the questions turned more serious and a ten year old Amber spent long hours and late nights by the woman’s side, speaking of life and death, and what would happen after.

Whispered words and promises made through tears and when the woman’s last breath was stolen, Amber’s father watched silently as his daughter kissed her mother on the head and closed her eyelids calmly as though it were the most natural thing in the world. He was suddenly very glad he was sending the strange child away to school that very fall.

Amber’s father is a proud man of society and, while not of pure blood decent, sees himself as close enough. Her mother was a beautiful woman who was of pure blood and, unfortunately, poor health that defied magical and non-magical healing and only worsened after childbirth. She passed away when Amber was ten and death and dying are the only topics that Amber never asked about since.

She has no grandparents on either side, only a crazy aunt, her mother’s sister, who her father tries to keep as much distance from as possible.

Sample Post:

So buried in her reading and research was she that Amber never even heard the rest of the students leaving and the librarian calling out (several times) to make sure everyone was gone before turning out the lights.

Thus it was that the world suddenly went black and Amber gave out a very startled 'eep.'

A very startled librarian lit the end of her wand and quickly found the girl, half buried in a pile of books, most of which seemed to be about herbology and more specifically, about tulips. Amber blinked up at her.

"Oh! Is it night already?"

The woman let out an exasperated breath.

"Amber! What are you doing here still? Didn't you hear everyone else leave?"

"I'm sorry, I got sidetracked I guess." She held up a book. "Did you know that Tulips actually come from the Middle East? They originated in the Persian empire and even with all we know about genetics they're incredibly unpredictable. Even with using magic to help pick out seeds it's easier to just clone the plant you want rather than to cultivate a second generation because you never know what color you're going to end up with." She put the book down and shuffled for another one. "No one's quite sure how they got to Europe but they were terribly popular in the sixteenth and early seventeenth centuries, particularly because of a disease that did funny things to the coloring and everyone thought they were just different varieties and-"

"Amber!"

The girl stopped mid-shuffle and blinked up again.

"Yes?"

"It's time for bed."

"Oh! Right!"

Amber Emerson

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Christina Boyle

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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 5:12 pm

Name;; Christina (Chris) Ann Boyle
Age;;17
Birthday;;January 7
House and Year;;Hufflepuff, 6
Blood;;Half-Blood
Sexuality;;Lesbian
Special Abilities: N/A

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Appearance;; Christina is a small Scottish girl, without anything particularly remarkable about her appearence. Her appearence is average, though her lineage lends her attractice coloring with pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her blonde hair is cropped short on the sides with just the slightest bit of length allowed for style on top. She wears no make-up, but uses a wizard brand of cherry chap-stick. She seldom wears any jewelry.

Christina is on the small side, standing at 5'4", easily over looked by many her fellow seventh-years in the halls. Her frame is a small 121 lbs, not gaining her any attention in a figure too feminine to be tom-boyish but not curvacious enough to be remarkably attractive. She feels more comfortable in pants than a skirt, though she usually doesn't complete cross the boarderline and sticks with gender-neutral clothing. She prefers black and neutral colors to wear.

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Personality;; Christina is shy and insecure, never reaching out to make friends, and very timid when approached by someone not close to her. Once she gains friends, though, she is fiercely loyal and attached to them, one of her biggest fears losing any friends she has gained. Christina is an extremely secretive girl, not very willing to lend her trust except to her closest of friends, though she herself is very trustworthy. This often leaves her feeling isolated and alone.

Christina suffers from abandonment issues, as well as anxiety, often resulting in panic attacks for a multitude of reasons. She hates being left alone and will seek out the company of others, even if she is too shy to actually speak. She is very self-conscious and likes to keep up with her school work, always putting in her best effort and getting rather upset if she does poorly or misses an assignment. Though she is only an average student, her work ethic is part of what makes her a Hufflepuff.

Despite Christina's apparent flaws, she has a big heart and is very loving and forgiving. Christina is introverted but very creative. She loves art and music, often doodling pictures on her parchment and humming popular tunes, particuarly rock. She's an animal lover and a vegetarian and dislikes hunting, people who wear clothing made from animals, and thinks of post owls as unfair animal labor. Her views about the world are often idealist and unrealisitic. She also strongly dislikes change, and the majority of people around her, as she sees most as either bullies, fake, or just plain stupid. However, if shown just the slightest bit of kindness, she will usually give someone a chance. She keeps her gaurd up but tends to believe that people are genuinely good when they want to be.

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Family;; Mother- Nicola Boyle
History;; Christina lives with her Mother, who is a Witch, in a small town not all too far from Glasgow, Scotland. Christina's father left her mother before Chirstina was born upon finding out that her mother was a witch, one of the causes of Christina's abandonment issues.Her mother is very caring, loving, and supportive, if a bit crazy like most mothers are. Her mother, Nicola, is usually forgetful, and though she usually wants what's best for her daughter, is usually rather clueless as how to help her. As a single parent she does the best that she can. Christina very much cares for her mother, but does not feel particularly close to her, and as a result often does not have an adult she feels she can approach with her problems. Instead everything bottles up inside leading to Christina's various problems. Christina's father was a Muggle, but her mother was a pureblood and, as with all purebloods, is distantly related to various other wizarding families. (If you want specifics can be edited later, I'm not quite sure who to put)

Her lack of a father figure may also lend to explain Christina's sexuality, at least partially. With no postive figure of male love in her life, Christina had no role model of what a man in a family relationship should be. As a young girl Christina always knew she was attracted to girls. She also knew this was not 'normal' and never spoke out about it. Boys had cooties and girls were pretty. As she got older she also saw the tendency of boys to mature slower than girls, and was often picked on. Though these were not causes for her being a Lesbian, they were definite turn-offs from boys. Christina has never dated or kissed a girl and the issue of her sexuality is one of her secrets she is rather shy about.

Christina was always shy and never had many friends, usually keeping one or two close friends at any given time. Her interests in music and reading usually keeping her entertained when she was bored. When she recieved her Hogwarts letter she was both very excited and very scared. She panicked that there had been a mistake, and that she would not be Sorted into any house and not allowed to attend Hogwarts, on account of being 'too cowardly for Gryffindor, too stupid for Ravenclaw, too lazy for Hufflepuff, and not sly enough for Slytherin.' At the actual sorting, her qualities of being hard-working, trustworthy, and loyal landed her in Hufflepuff like her mother. Her irrational fears and lack of self-esteem did not end at the Sorting, unfortunately. Christina's best classes are Potions, Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures. These are also her favorite classes, the most favorite being Care of Magical Creatures, followed by Potions and Herbology. Her worst subject was History of Magic, which she choose not to take past fifth year. She's still not quite sure what she's doing after school. She tries to pay as little attention to politcs and the war as possible, and would like to find a nice quite job working with animals or working in some sort of store.

Example Post;;

Christina sat in the Library not far from a group of fourth-years who were whispering to each other about something she couldn't quite hear and didn't quite care enough to listen to. She laughed at the antics of one of the supporting characters, a hyperactive little fellow, making desperate attempt for attention much to the annoyance of the other characters. The whispering stopped and she looked up to see the fourth-years, most turning away as if they had not been glancing in her direction. One continued to stare at her as if she were the most peculiar thing the boy had ever laid eyes on. Christina bit her lip and tilted her book up to hide her face from the younger children.

They probably thought she was insane. Of course she was insane. She was sitting in the library entirely alone laughing for no apparent reason. Even the younger years thought she was strange. She shifted uncomfortably, no longer paying much attention to the words in the book, turning pages idly from time to time and watching the sunlight filttering through the pages from the window. She kept looking up at the fourth years to see if they were looking at her again, but they never looked back at her.

Eventually she gave up the pretense of reading and shoved her book into her bag, sighing. Throwing her bag that was much too heavy over her shoulder she left the library to head back to her dormitory. She was humming a pop tune stuck in her head, and began day dreaming about the funny little character in her book. She laughed to herself, this time not noticing the strange glances she got from the students she was passing by.

Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 2:19 am

Name;; Aster Richards
Age;; 15
Birthday;; November 14
House and Year;; Ravenclaw, 5th year
Blood;; Muggle-born
Sexuality;; prefers not to think of that.
Special Abilities: N/A

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Appearance;; Messy dark brown hair since she really doesn’t care too much about looking beautiful. It gets brushed and washed, what more do you want? On odd days, if she’s feeling particularly bored, she will attempt to dye it black or auburn but it always invariably comes out a vivid pink, to her dismay, and stays that way for 2 and 2/3 days. Exactly. She can never figure out why. And since her hair is long, she puts it up in ponytails absentmindedly as a sort of nervous habit and keeps plenty of hair ties with her on her wrist. She has grey eyes that seem to prefer staring out a window. Her fingernails are painted with whatever color nail polish she has on hand at the moment. She is tall for her age, standing at 5’ 7”.

She wears sneakers, baggy shirts and loose jeans when she is not in uniform. She doesn’t care what she looks like as long as she is comfortable. Her mother takes responsibility for Aster’s lack of more feminine tastes and is constantly trying to get her to wear a skirt. She has a tendency to sneak them into her luggage when she goes off to school. She does have a weak spot for argyle socks. She wears the knee high ones when it gets cold. Keeps her legs warm. She wears no makeup at all. And no heels. They hurt her toes and give her blisters.

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P.S. Ellen Page fits Aster much better. Not as pretty as Rachel McAdams and much more the scruffy and tomboyish sarcasm look she is.

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Personality;; She doesn’t like people. Well, that isn’t true; she just doesn’t feel comfortable around them. And she hates doing anything that makes her uncomfortable. Touching makes her uncomfortable. She doesn’t know why. She comes off as apathetic but she is really just bored since many things don’t interest her. Which is why she throws herself so hard into her studies. When something does grab her attention, she has to know more about it and she tends to gets a little intense. She does get emotional but doesn’t like to let to show. This is the unhealthy and familiar act of bottling up emotions until they explode. It’s a bad habit. Likes to pretend she doesn’t care at all but in all actuality, she does. Deep down, she does. Loads.

She thinks that the world is not divided into good and bad people, just people with more good intentions or more bad intentions ruling their morals. Her morals seem to lie in the philosophy that one should do what one wants as long as nobody gets hurt in the process. Too much. She struggles with the idea of a moral compass as she doesn’t really understand which way hers is pointing half the time.

She doesn’t really think about chasing after boys or even girls. Not to say that she doesn’t like them, she just doesn’t like to think on it and therefore really doesn’t know which way her sexuality lies. But she can blush. She did when she read that romance novel of her mom’s she found lying around when she was 10. Which, coincidentally, got her to thinking about the subject of love and stuff for a while and to try to understand as much as a 10 year-old until she quit, too confused and tired of the constant headaches and resolved not to think about it anymore.

She can be sarcastic but it’s not her fault. Just a habit. Something she picked up from her stepfather when someone asks him what he thinks is a stupid question and from her father when he is asked what he thinks of her stepfather. She, now, cannot stand stupid questions.

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Family;;

Mother – Charlotte Fairchild
Stepfather – Hunter Fairchild
Father – Nathan Richards

History;;

Aster’s parents divorced when she was 6 but still lived in the same neighborhood while she was young so it wouldn’t be hard on her as she traveled between them. It was still extremely difficult for her since she loved them both and only wanted a happy, normal family. Her parents also have nearly opposite opinions on everything and she ends up getting caught in the middle. Her mother married again to a bank manager, Hunter Fairchild, when she was 9 which gave her father the opportunity to move to London for his job in advertising. She lived with her mother and stepfather permanently in Britsol after that but still visited her father on holidays and weekends when he was free.

Naturally, she had no idea she was a witch until she received her letter from Hogwarts. She was intrigued but at the same time upset about this. She wanted to be normal and receiving the letter and news made her feel a bit like a freak. Her stepfather perceived it all as a joke and insisted that it was rubbish. Her father thought it was great and really encouraged her to go, though whether this was because he truly believed it or it was just his animosity towards Hunter that swayed his feelings, she was never quite sure. Her mother, surprisingly enough, actually thought it would be good for her. She and Hunter had long talks about allowing her to go and she finally persuaded him. She had always felt something was odd ever since the time she and Nathan told Aster about their divorce and she found their wedding picture every time she opened a drawer or under her pillow until the divorce was finalized. She ended up having 232 copies of her wedding picture. And even after that time there would be odd little things like Aster’s door locking even though there was no lock on it and Hunter’s ties disappearing.
She spends half her summer holidays with her father and the other half with her mother, avoiding her stepfather. He still refuses to believe that magic is real and constantly calls her childish for going to Hogwarts. This makes her feel even more outcast and resentful towards him though she does study regular history and math and science during the holidays as well as anything he makes her take to school to please just a little bit. He feels that literature is a wasteful subject.

Example Post

Feet stomped a familiar path up the stairs and down the hall to her room. Aster didn't stomp nearly so loud as to warrant a reprimand from her stepfather but enough to make her frustration and displeasure known. Not that he would have cared. IT was all because of another stupid argument.

It was about magic.

Shutting her door firmly, she strode over to her bed and promptly shoved everything but her bedsheets and pillow off of it. The textbooks and notebooks and pencils and pens scattered in her wood floor and she was sure her parents could hear it in the dining room directly below. She stretched out fully on her stomach, chin resting on her folded arms to prop her head up as she stared at the blank patch of wall.

Her thoughts raged in her brain her contempt for her stepfather and insecurities about her abilities battling head to head while her need to be normal and happy simply watched from the sidelines, ready to go to whichever side won. But neither side would win which made it all the more infuriating. Her need to please Hunter, the man her mother decided to remarry, had been there for a while before she had found out about her being a witch. Her need to make him like her and make them the perfect family was strong and insistent since she had realized quite a long time ago that her real father and mother were never going to get back together. It was these depressing thoughts that made drove her to bend to Hunter's every will, studying the way she did, going to the school she had gone to up until she turned 11, even the friends she had chosen. It had boxed her in and limited her to what he wanted which hadn't made him like her anymore than he would have had she not been so needy. She had never been happy that way but it was good enough since her 'family' seemed to be running smoothly enough.

And then the letter had come for her in the mail.

Oddly enough, she hadn't been as close-minded as she should have been, at least in Hunter's eyes. It woke something in her and for the first time since the divorce, she wanted something. Wanted it badly. And she never asked for anything, anything unreasonable. So why had it been such a battle to get Hunter to finally, grudgingly agree to let her go? Probably because he was so used to her doing and thinking and agreeing with whatever he said that she had spoiled him. He was used to having his way on important matters and unimportant matters regarding her that for her to defy him like that was something he was not used to or prepared for. In the end, it was due to Charlotte, her mother's gentle coaxing and soft words that allowed her to travel to London to buy her things and then board the train. It was the first gift she had ever really loved that her mother had given her since she was 6 years old.

It was then that the arguments started. When she got back from her first year, she felt more rebellious. More independent. She had been away from her parents for months (not counting the winter holidays) and she had been very responsible, in her opinion. Not breaking curfew, not going anywhere she wasn't supposed to, getting all her work done and keeping up in all of her classes. Quite a feat, she thought, but told to Hunter he merely called it all rubbish and promptly declared that she would not be going back the next year. She was to spend the summer studying the subjects she had missed while 'waving sticks and playing make believe' and she would enroll in the all girls private academy he had been looking at. She was not pleased with him but was pleased with herself for standing up to him and being firm on the subject of continuing on in magic.

Aster sighed, rolling over on her bed and glancing at the clock. Only 8.30. She still had a ways to go before 7 the next morning. Then she would wake up and drag herself downstairs for breakfast, clean her face and hair, get dressed and sit in her stepfather's study and do lessons until he came home from the his job at the bank. She didn't feel the need to get undressed and her eyelids did not even feel remotely heavy. The rain began to fall outside her window and she knew she would go another night with no sleep and only her thoughts and books to keep her company.

Still, it was too bad, though. Hunter had told her to read her textbooks and nothing else for the rest of the night, and she would. The textbooks on wizard history and Transfiguration and Herbology and Charms . . .

Aster smirked to herself and snorted at the stupidity of her stepfather. This night wouldn't be such a total waste, would it.

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