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Archived Applications / Posie Paterson
« on: 01/04/2013 at 06:23 »
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Posie Paterson
Birthday: December 25, 196........ 1925
Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
Year (pick two): 3rd, 4th
Biography:
Distress can cause strange things to happen to people, some insulate and cut them selves off from the world. Some rebel and become extroverts in the extreme. Others simply bottle their emotions up until they cant hold anymore, lashing out at those around them. It can happen in a number of ways, but by far, the hardest for a child to understand; is losing a parent.
For Posie, the loss of her mother tore her apart. It happened before this damdable slip, Before when her life, and those of the Catholics around her lived in the same fear, Hatred, Death. It had been a Protostant attack that had taken her from them, a sensless murder of someone who had done nothing to them/
She just didnt understand, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn make sense of it all. Even Father, with all his intelligence, couldnt find a way to tell them why Mother wasnt here anymore. How could she be gone? the one person who could make anything right again, the person whom Posie could confied anything with, had vanished as though she never existed.
Poor lucy, not old enough to understand that mother was nevercoming back, never going to walk the halls of the manor again. And what of Father dearest, where was he when they needed him most, where else but work.
Damn him. How could he do this to her, to them? did she reminded him of her to much, or was it that he simply didnt care for them now that Mother was gone. All she had was school, and even that seemed far away.
And what of lucy, at 9 she was to young to go to Hogwarts, what was he going to do with her? He had already interveiwed a nanny, but Posie wasnt privey to Fathers thoughts anymore; How she hated him for it. She needed to be there for her sister, since he wasnt there for either of them.
Anger burned inside her, slowly covering the anguish and sorrow she felt deep inside. She would never let anyone get close to her ever again. No one could love her the way Mother had, and she would never give her affection, since He had responded bye abandoning her.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality: Posie is angry at the world, The British, and herself. She is trying desperatly to figure out what her role is now that her mother is gone, desperatly worried about her sister. She views her father as a man who despises her, shipping her off to not deal with her, though in reailty this is far from the truth. She tries to hide her emotions, not wanting to get attached to anyone, so as not to be burned again.
Secretly she is a very cuddly person, and believes in true love
She's from Ireland and proud of it, though her biggest pet peeve is when people start doing a county Cork accent "aka Top o' the mornin to ya...." and think all Irish speak that way.
Appearance: Posie is tall for her age, just under 5'7", rail thin with long blonde hair, a pert nose, and deep blue eyes. the dusting of freckles on her cheeks dont bother her, though she wishes she had more of a femanine body type.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 1:
Posie could have cared less about the outcome of this match, it wasnt her house playing. To be fair, she didnt care if her own house played either, but she had a little more "energy" about it. the day she was finally put on the team was the day she'd truly care.
She walked alone down the main corridor, desperate to avoid the crowds the just recently streamed into the Great Hall. she just wanted to get to her room and avoid as much of it as possible.
without much warning a boy shot out of the huge doors, walking away from her before spinning on a heel and yelling.
"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
it instantly put her on edge. She wasnt used to people yelling at her, let alone being angry at her for no reason. She walked towards the boy quickly, stoping just inches from his face.
" I dont need to take a picture, i can see you here right now." she said coldly, anger and pain dripping from her words. "If you have any sense, youd run far, far away, go lock yourself in a very small room, and never, ever come out again."
She didnt mean to be particularly mean to the boy, didnt know why he was upset. But she wasnt in the mood for it and as she walked past him, felt slightly better for just being able to vent. Maybe this day wasnt so bad after all.
→ ABOUT YOU.
Previous Characters (if applicable): Loren MacCallum
Name: Posie Paterson
Birthday: December 25, 196........ 1925
Hometown: Belfast, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration
Year (pick two): 3rd, 4th
Biography:
Distress can cause strange things to happen to people, some insulate and cut them selves off from the world. Some rebel and become extroverts in the extreme. Others simply bottle their emotions up until they cant hold anymore, lashing out at those around them. It can happen in a number of ways, but by far, the hardest for a child to understand; is losing a parent.
For Posie, the loss of her mother tore her apart. It happened before this damdable slip, Before when her life, and those of the Catholics around her lived in the same fear, Hatred, Death. It had been a Protostant attack that had taken her from them, a sensless murder of someone who had done nothing to them/
She just didnt understand, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn make sense of it all. Even Father, with all his intelligence, couldnt find a way to tell them why Mother wasnt here anymore. How could she be gone? the one person who could make anything right again, the person whom Posie could confied anything with, had vanished as though she never existed.
Poor lucy, not old enough to understand that mother was nevercoming back, never going to walk the halls of the manor again. And what of Father dearest, where was he when they needed him most, where else but work.
Damn him. How could he do this to her, to them? did she reminded him of her to much, or was it that he simply didnt care for them now that Mother was gone. All she had was school, and even that seemed far away.
And what of lucy, at 9 she was to young to go to Hogwarts, what was he going to do with her? He had already interveiwed a nanny, but Posie wasnt privey to Fathers thoughts anymore; How she hated him for it. She needed to be there for her sister, since he wasnt there for either of them.
Anger burned inside her, slowly covering the anguish and sorrow she felt deep inside. She would never let anyone get close to her ever again. No one could love her the way Mother had, and she would never give her affection, since He had responded bye abandoning her.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request: Ravenclaw
Personality: Posie is angry at the world, The British, and herself. She is trying desperatly to figure out what her role is now that her mother is gone, desperatly worried about her sister. She views her father as a man who despises her, shipping her off to not deal with her, though in reailty this is far from the truth. She tries to hide her emotions, not wanting to get attached to anyone, so as not to be burned again.
Secretly she is a very cuddly person, and believes in true love
She's from Ireland and proud of it, though her biggest pet peeve is when people start doing a county Cork accent "aka Top o' the mornin to ya...." and think all Irish speak that way.
Appearance: Posie is tall for her age, just under 5'7", rail thin with long blonde hair, a pert nose, and deep blue eyes. the dusting of freckles on her cheeks dont bother her, though she wishes she had more of a femanine body type.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 1:
Posie could have cared less about the outcome of this match, it wasnt her house playing. To be fair, she didnt care if her own house played either, but she had a little more "energy" about it. the day she was finally put on the team was the day she'd truly care.
She walked alone down the main corridor, desperate to avoid the crowds the just recently streamed into the Great Hall. she just wanted to get to her room and avoid as much of it as possible.
without much warning a boy shot out of the huge doors, walking away from her before spinning on a heel and yelling.
"WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
it instantly put her on edge. She wasnt used to people yelling at her, let alone being angry at her for no reason. She walked towards the boy quickly, stoping just inches from his face.
" I dont need to take a picture, i can see you here right now." she said coldly, anger and pain dripping from her words. "If you have any sense, youd run far, far away, go lock yourself in a very small room, and never, ever come out again."
She didnt mean to be particularly mean to the boy, didnt know why he was upset. But she wasnt in the mood for it and as she walked past him, felt slightly better for just being able to vent. Maybe this day wasnt so bad after all.
→ ABOUT YOU.
Previous Characters (if applicable): Loren MacCallum
