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2/17/2013
2/17/2013
DO NOT mark yourself as pending, this is against guild rules. Unfortunately you must get a profile warning. ~Spaz
Oh, hi! I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you there.
Hi, my name is Celia Edevane. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
I'm a girl.
I'm but a mere 11 years old.
This is my very first year year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Gryffindor. It's a surprising choice, but I'll have to see how it works out.
I'm interested in … ahh, I don’t know yet! You’re making me blush…
I'm currently with myself, here alone in my mind.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm quite contrary. I suppose I’m a bit of a loner, if only because others find me so eccentric or “weird”, if you must. I won’t try to hide who I am or pretend to be somebody I’m not. If someone finds me too off-putting, then I suppose it’s best if they keep their distance. That being said, I do try to be kind and friendly to everyone. Given my condition, I rely on other people a lot, so harmony is very important to me. So, even if people take advantage of me, I may need them someday, so I have to weather the blows and stay strong…. right…?
My background story is simple, really. I’ve lived with my mother and father since birth, and they’ve taken good care of me. We had no great riches, and we couldn’t always afford everything we wanted, but my parents worked hard to make sure we never went hungry. When I was about six or so, my vision started to go blurry, so my parents got me some glasses. They worked, for a while… but my eyes kept getting worse. They had some doctors look at me, but they said that I was going blind and there wasn’t anything they could do to help. No healing spell, no sight-beyond-sight, nothing would be able to cure this. I’m already legally blind, but someday soon I won’t be able to see at all. This has affected my life quite a bit, but I suspect my parents were the worse off for it. They started to get… well, protective. I, ah… I know they coddled me, but I try my best to stay grounded. I think my mother cries about it sometimes when she thinks I can’t hear her, and my dad’s temper has gotten a little worse but he never directs it against me. I’m their angel, their precious child who can do no wrong… but hey, no pressure, right? Honestly, I don’t miss my vision. The world is so much different now: the sounds, the tastes, the smells! I’ve adapted well enough.
I enjoy sounds of all kinds—everything from the graceful strum of a violin to the raucous din of a crowded place. I’ve been told I have perfect pitch, but unfortunately my hands are too clumsy for any instrument and my voice isn’t that great. My sense of taste is my favorite sense of all, so I enjoy all kinds of food. At meals, I usually try to have just a little bit of everything in front of me. The sense of touch is probably my next favorite. In particular, I love the feel of cool water on my skin, how I feel weightless in it, how it just flows. Sometimes I’ll just stand out in the rain, laughing and splashing around. Even better, I love the way certain fabrics feel, especially if I’m all wrapped up in them, nice and cozy. It’s hard to get out of bed sometimes because I want to feel my sheets and blankets hug me all over. Oh, and I really, really like being around people. I’m not talking huge crowds—those can get annoying. I mean just sitting with a group of friends and being together. Nobody even has to say anything; I just appreciate their company.
I despise bickering. Why can’t people learn to put aside their differences? I can always feel the anger and resentment in the air, and it makes me feel weak. Not much in this world is worth getting so upset over it. I don’t like it when people make fun of others, either; it’s just not funny! I can’t even stand seeing someone trip and fall. Why do people have to laugh? I have really pale skin, so being out in the sun is not only unbearable but it can be bad for me, too. So, I guess I don’t like the outdoors very much—or summer, for that matter. Winter’s a much nicer season. Finally, um… this one’s a bit hard to admit… but I don’t like myself very much. I know that’s not a nice thing to say, but I rely on other people so much and I’m not very strong myself. There’s a lot that I just can’t do, and it hurts. It hurts when I fail at things, and it hurts even more when other people point it out. But I keep it all inside…
I'm afraid of being stranded. I remember this one time when I was 9. I was frustrated that my mom and dad did everything for me, and so I decided that for a whole week I’d do everything alone. I fed and clothed myself, I went on long walks on my own, and I even tried to cook for myself. But then I went to the mall one day and got lost. I had told my parents to just go away… big mistake. I couldn’t find anything. There were people all around me, but I was just too proud and stubborn to ask for help. Then I dropped my stick by accident and couldn’t find it anywhere! So now I couldn’t even find my way around, even if I knew where to go! It was so stupid of me…
My strengths are sounds and tranquility spells. I have to rely on my hearing all the time, and it’s been getting better and better. I can find one voice in a crowd or hear something really far off. I can even hear dog whistles. I also try to promote, if not love and friendship, at least peace and harmony. So many people disregard each other's feelings nowadays, and it causes so much damage. It's painful for me to watch, and I know sometimes I should just let it go, but I guess I'm a bit of a busybody. So, if a little spell can make people put aside their differences for even a few minutes, it's worth it.
My flaws mostly have to do with my vision. I trip and bump into things if I don't have a cane to guide me around. I guess I’d be pretty bad at flying, too, since I can’t see the ground. In fact, it kinda worries me. Of course, it’s not the only thing I’ll have a hard time with here.
I look like a little, white ghost. I’m flat and a little on the thin side for my age, but I wouldn’t consider that a good thing. My doctor said I’m underweight and have anemia; I’ve had to change my diet and stop drinking black tea. It’s weird because, while I’ve never had a very strong appetite, I love the taste of food. Maybe I’ve just been eating the wrong kinds. My skin is pale white; even I can tell this. It looks okay under the right light, but under the wrong light it looks kinda sickly. I also burn easily, and my face has quite a few freckles. My parents tell me I have a cute face, but they’re my parents—I think they’re legally obligated to say that. I guess it didn’t look too bad when I was younger. My eyes… um, well, I’m blind, so there are cloudy cataracts over my eyes that make my eye look white; they’re really grey underneath. I make sure to keep good posture because I don’t want my back or shoulders going bad on me, too; people always tell me I look too stiff. My black hair is kinda oily; I usually keep it shoulder-length. I love wearing anything white and billowy, and I almost always have a blindfold or veil over my eyes. It’s not like I can see much, anyway.
My wand is a swishy, bendy little thing about eight inches long, made from willow wood and a braid of fairy hairs within its core.
My pet is a cat, for now. It keeps tripping me...
My Harry Potter 'Mary Sue' Score: -2 (total; +3, -5)
{~Utsuha}
